Foreplay : It's been over a year since I wrote my last story and for those who follow me I apologise for the delay. This is another hypno story, this time about a brother and sister.
"What were you saying to Sally after lunch?" asked Katie.
Nothing much, answered her twin brother.
"It didn't look like 'nothing much', come on, tell me."
Sally had been feeling unwell all morning and had sought out Tim. He had been sat talking to her for half an hour in the students common room, Sally lolled back in her chair, eyes closed, Tim speaking to her in a low voice. "Why, what's the biggie?" Tim answered.
"She seemed to be asleep, but she had this intense look on her face. One minute taking in what you were saying, the next with a happy smile. Then she seemed to wake up, kiss you on your cheek and away she went"
"It's private. Butt out sis."
"I know the look that was on her face."
"Huh?"
"She'd had a look on her face like a sour lemon all morning. I saw her in the girl's room earlier. When you were talking she seemed ..." She paused, not completing the sentence, looking out of the bus window as if to give her brother time to rethink. "You weren't talking about the weather, that's for sure."
"Fuck ... off ... " Tim was angry. Rarely did Tim swear at his sister. Steam almost hissed from his ears. He refused to discuss it further. Nothing more was said until the bus arrived near their home.
Timothy and Katherine, non-identical twins, usually kept no secrets. From the day they were born they were one, sharing all (well almost) and caring (most of the time) for each other. Although modesty played its part as years came and went and teenage years changed their bodies and minds, they remained equals. Their eighteenth birthday party had been a lively, well planned joint celebration - a local hall being hired to accommodate 80 plus friends and relatives. If the college could have voted in "Head Twins" then the award would have been theirs by miles. Each excelled though in different ways - Tim in science and Katie in arts - both determined to mould their skills into careers. But at the moment their studies continued, each of them encouraging the other.
"You'll tell me before the night is out," said Katie, "Whatever it takes." Katie had always taken the lead, made the first move. She was confident, Tim was methodical. Not in a particularly sexual way but in their everyday lives Katie was a leader, Tim a follower. Katie was agile, fit, and her body toned, which made her very popular with the boys. Tim was slim, shy and took to less aggressive sports. Bribery or a play fight usually settled any disagreement. Wrestles were almost always won by Katie but their effect on Tim depended on what result she wanted. Occasional rubs, touches, allowing peeks at more flesh, brief fleeting glimpses of more to come could usually persuade her brother to give in.
Much later both were in their rooms, completing or tweaking assignments. Katie came through, kissing her brother on the nape of his neck, making him shiver.
"I'm wearing a pair of delicately scented panties," she said, in a low and persuasive voice. "Tell me what you were talking about and they're yours until morning."
"Like I said, it's a personal thing I don't want to discuss."
Katie, still stood behind, peeled off her panties and dangled the crotch within an inch of his nose, the outline of her pussy still indented, albeit temporarily.
Tim had little chance of avoiding the fragrance, the cotton having clung tightly to her pussy all day. He felt helplessly erect and hard - nature denying him any choice of not responding. "OK," he said after sampling the luscious odour. "I was just helping her relax. That's all."
"And that's it? I don't think so."
"I told you, it's private, confidential. All I was doing was helping her relax so she could face the afternoon studies. She was having a bad day. I just helped her cheer up."
"So you fancy her? Want to see her tits, grope her?"
"No." he paused, "I bet they're not as good as yours anyway."
"OK, so you want a glance at my tits as well?"
"No deal. I can do that any time you're taking a shower."
"Pervert! So you're not going to tell me? "
Tim thought for a few moments. "You'll keep it to yourself?" Katie nodded, fashioning an invisible zipper along her lips. "OK then. A wrestle, see your tits AND keep your panties till morning."
Katie shook her head and then remembered how stubborn her brother could be. Slowly she lifted her sweater over her head, threw it carelessly on Tim's bed. Whenever she could she didn't wear a bra, something appreciated by tutors more than the male students and, without any doubt, her father.
Katie wouldn't put up with straps or underwires affecting her comfort. Heavens, she argued, women should choose. Braless was natural, bras were not.
"OK you want to fight, we can fight. But I want details or you're gonna get hurt." She literally dragged him off his chair and onto the floor.
With easy movement Katie had her twin brother totally pinned. Her tits, smaller than most girls he knew (though some bras could make any girl appear bigger) were perfectly formed, no blemishes and with nipples he had long time wished to suck, a pinkish brown - he'd seen them poke many times that she'd purposely chosen to go braless under a thin white blouse, even though the translucent material left nothing to the imagination. Their mother had spoken to her many times, reminding her of the effect it would have on her father, but she had given up trying. Their father, mom found, was ever eager when they went to bed. Her brother - well, mom reasoned, her brother should be left to admire those peeking promises. Surrounding her nipples, now very prominent - for she knew the effect on her brother - was a wider, circular area. Its much darker brown could also be seen under a white or pale coloured blouse and she knew its enticing effect. Suddenly she was aware of Tim's erection, a bulge which often caused him embarrassment - for nature had been generous. Sitting on it, she knew her own lubrication would cause a small damp patch there. She smiled.
"So," she said gently, "I win. Now the truth."
"It's Brad. His uncle taught him how to help Janet, his older sister by 3 years, how to cope with her monthlies. She gets a lot of pain, discomfort, so his uncle showed Brad how to make the pain go away, at least for a few hours."
Katie mulled it over for a moment or two. "Go on," she said.
"At first her uncle helped, but then he suggested he taught Brad. In that way Brad could be on hand most of the time."
Katie became quiet again, thoughts running through her head. "But didn't you tell me one time their uncle used hypnotherapy to help patients at a hospice?"
"Yes, that's right."
"And so Brad
hypnotised
