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Subject: {ASSM} The Apprentice Mesmerizer  part 1 (voy, incest, m/f, M/f, F/m)
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The Apprentice Mesmerizer
 by Mandil



                                  PART 1 
This story takes place in the United-States of America in 1947. 

Ever since I can remember, we lived in Maplelane. It was a very small
and ordinary little town like thousands of others that could be found
in mid-America. It was far away from those big cities that we hear
about on the evening news. Maplelane was also a very quiet little
place, and from an outsider's point of view, one could observe two
very distinct divisions in its population. Each group had its own
rules and inner society. One of these was the young people - from
thirteen to twenty or about - while the other group consisted of all
of the rest of the population.

The town administration and every other institutions, including the
church and school board, were of course in the hands of the adult
population. This is quite normal and probably still is the way it
remains today. Like elsewhere in the world, the younger component of
the population had to endure every decision taken by the older
generation without ever having a word to say about those decisions,
even when they directly concerned them. Being only sixteen then, there
was nothing I could do about the way things were, except to hope for
better times when one day I would also be part of the decisions making
group.

Therefore I had no choice, so I tried to cope as best as I could with
the way things were. For me it still was a very excruciating life.
Living in this small town where nothing out of the ordinary ever
happened. To make matters worst, the house where we lived was situated
about a mile from Maplelane. That met that every time I wanted to be
with boys of my own age, I had to ride my bicycle to town in summer,
or walk there during the wintertime. It wasn’t very surprising
then, that I seldom went there except to attend the small, out of
dated school. As for friends, I had none and neither did my sister
Sandra.

Father had been killed in Germany three years earlier during the war
and mother had to work in town to earn money so as to take care of me
and my sister who had just turned fourteen. While mother was working,
Sandra took care of the house duties such as cooking and cleaning,
whereas I looked after the two cows, the pigs, and the two dozens or
so chickens. In the summer I also took care of the large garden at the
back of the house.

It was not that hard but it was a very boring life, and being only
sixteen at the time, I often dreamed of going to those far away places
one can read about in books. I was very miserable, but at the same
time I was careful not to let it show since my mother had enough
responsibility just taking care of us without me creating more worries
for her.

Sandra didn't seem to mind this life. She was only fourteen and she
was always cheerful, she seemed quite contended with the way things
were. Of course, she and mother always chatted when they were in the
house together. They would talk about the new fashions and they
gossiped a lot about this and that. Being the only male in the house,
I didn't even have this simple pleasure.

It was therefore only natural that I developed the habit of reading
everything that I could put my hands on. Soon I had read all of the
books worth reading in our school library.

I must say here, that up until that time, I knew practically nothing
about the opposite sex. The books that I had read didn't even mention
kissing in them, and of course the word sex was also absent from them.
A committee of the PTA censored the books that were allowed in the
library. Each of these books had to be studied carefully by one of the
committee members before being approved to be in the library.

But one day an event took place that changed my whole life. I was
pleasantly surprised to learn while listening to Sandra and mother
talking, that a new store had opened on Main Street. It was a
combination of a tobacco and books store. When I questioned mother
about this new store, I was surprised to learn that it wasn't very far
from school. This implied that I probably had time during my lunch
hour to have a look at this new store.

The following day at noon, instead of going to the small cafeteria to
eat the two sandwiches that I had in my lunch box, I went directly to
the new store on Main Street. It was small indeed, occupying only half
of the floor space of the building where previously there had been a
shoes store. The other half of the building was still under renovation
and was available for rent.

Inside the small store, half of one wall was covered with shelves on
which magazines, comics and books of all kinds were neatly displayed.
The other half was reserved for the sale of tobacco, cigarettes, and
cigars as well as an assortment of pipes.

What impressed me most was not the quantity of books, since there
weren't more than a couple of hundreds different books in all, but the
assortment and subject matter they contained was very different from
what we had in school.

I could tell as I slowly examined them, that none of these books would
have made it to the school library. Then one book in particular
attracted my attention; its tittle was " Anyone can be Hypnotized ". I
was willing and eager to buy the book on the spot, but having less
than a dollar on me it was out of the question since the book's price
was five fifty.

But the next day I returned to the store with part of my savings and I
bought the fascinating book. As far as the price of books went, what I
paid for it at the time was a lot of money. But it was also very
thick, having four hundreds and twenty pages.

It was a self-taught course on hypnotism. Every evening for the next
two weeks, as soon as my homework was finished, I would read from my
book. Since only mother and Sandra were around, and because of the
fact that I did need someone to practice on, I often had to coax them
to lend themselves to my experiments.

The first few times that I tried, nothing happened and they both had a
good laugh at my expense while making jokes about my wasting my money
on such a book. I didn't let these setbacks discourage me and I kept
on reading and trying.

Then one evening, while mother was working - she was on her evening
shift as a Bell operator - I asked Sandra if she would let me try one
more time to hypnotize her. At first she refused, saying she was tired
of this game, but after a while I was able to convince her to submit
herself to one more attempt.

I made her lie as comfortable as possible on the sofa, then I began to
talk to her in a soft and even voice for a few minutes. When I gave
her the order to close her eyes and sleep, I was surprised to see her
do exactly as I had commanded.

For a while I thought that she only did so to please me or even to
play a joke on me, so I gave her more commands. I ordered her to raise
her left arm; she did as she was told. I then told her to sit on the
sofa. After she had done so, I began to ask her questions that she
answered in an even voice.

I still had no way of knowing if she was making fun of me or not. I
then thought of a way to find out if she was faking. I knew that she
had gone out with Paul Tyson on a couple of occasions without mother's
knowing about it. So I asked her about Paul.

" Did Paul ever kiss you? " 

" Yes. " She said in a half whisper. 

" Has he done anything else to you? " 

Of course I was a little nervous to ask her this question, if she were
indeed making fun of me, she was going to realize that I was referring
to sex, and this was a forbidden subject of conversation in our home.

" Yes. " 

My voice was now shaking a little as I said, 

" Tell me about it Sandra. " 

" He placed his hand in my bra and he fondled my teats. " 

It was a shock to me when I heard her use the word "teats". I knew
then that she really was under a trance, otherwise she would never
have made use of such a word in front of me, and worst still, she
would never have admitted that she let Paul fondle her.

I was overjoyed to discover that I had succeeded in hypnotizing her,
but at the same time I was also very surprise by what she had just
revealed to me. After all, never would I have imagined that my little
sister would permit her boy friend to take such liberties. To hear her
admit that she had permitted Paul to touch her breasts was almost
unbelievable.

Now that I overcome my surprise of being successful in placing her
into a trance, the reality of what she had just said began to sink in.
I was too shocked to hear more. I felt disgusted and angry at her and
also at Paul for what he had done to her. Before awakening her, I gave
her the command to forget everything that she had said to me.

When she got out of her trance, she was not aware of the passage of
time or of having been asleep in my presence. She was certain that I
hadn't been able to hypnotize her. For my part, I was still too shaken
from what she had revealed to me to tell her otherwise. I therefore
let her remain under the impression that I had failed once again..

That night, while I was in bed, I thought about what she had said to
me while under the a trance. Again, I became angry at her for having
permitted Paul to take those liberties with her body. Then I asked
myself, what else had she done with him? Had he actually fuck her? Of
course she wouldn't have allowed that, she is not that kind of girl I
told myself.

I tried to figure out what it was that Paul found attractive in her.
After all she was only fourteen and she had never dressed
provocatively. But she had a beautiful oval face, with soft brown
eyes, and brown hair that came down to her shoulders in the back and
cut just an inch or so above her eyebrows in front.

But even then, she was much too young for Paul, he was a year older
than I was. Beside, he had a reputation in school of being the sort of
boy that flirted with most of the sexiest girls and he had actually
gone out with quite a few of them at one time or another.

Then I asked myself the big question, is Sandra sexy? Until then I had
never associated sex with her. Now that I thought about it, I realized
that she had nothing to envy from any of the girls in school. Even
compared to the older girls she came out in front. Her bust was very
well developed, - at least from what I could tell when she wore a
tight sweater, which was not very often. She was tall for a girl, and
I knew for a fact that she had long straight legs. I had noticed this
while she was wearing her bathing suit the previous summer at the
lake.

It then occur to me that while I had these thoughts I was beginning to
feel excited, my hard cock was proof enough of that. Why was it that I
hadn't noticed her charms before, I told myself. Did she enjoy it when
Paul fondle her? Had she allowed Paul to fondle her often, and most
important of all, how far had she permitted him to go?

I had to know the answers to these questions. I made up my mind then,
that the first chance that I got, I was going to put her in a trance
again and try to get more informations from her.

The following day, mother left for work at a quarter to five. I was
nervous and I feared that Sandra would notice it. I let her finish
washing the dishes and I even helped her to dry them, then as usual we
both got to work on our homework around the kitchen table. When she
finished at seven thirty, I immediately put my books away also. I then
asked her to let me try to hypnotize her once more. She said that she
didn't want to go through this again. She found it boring to have to
submit to my numerous attempts and beside, she claimed that it never
work. Nothing that I said after that seemed to make her change her
mind.

I went back to reading my book on hypnosis. There were only two
chapters remaining that I hadn't read yet. To my astonishment, the
title of the next chapter was "Hypnotizing a Subject Using a Keyword".
It dealt with reinforced key sentences or words that could be used to
put a subject under complete control simply by saying the proper
sequence of words.

It also stated that some people responded better than others to that
form of recalled hypnotism. After reading the first ten pages of this
chapter, I fully understood how it should work and I was dying to try
it on Sandra.

All that I had to do now was to get her to co-operate one last time.
If what I had read worked, I would be able to get her in a trance
anywhere and anytime it pleased me. But she had to let me put her in a
trace one more time so that I could imprint the key word in her mind.

At last I went in the living room where she was sitting - she was
knitting and listening to the radio - and again I begged her to let me
try hypnotizing her, but this time I was careful to promise her to
help with the dishes for the rest of the week if she did. My offer to
help with the dishes finally convinced her and she accepted my offer.

As I had done the previous evening, I made her lie on the sofa, then
kneeling on the floor in front of her - I couldn't help myself from
noticing her full bosom as well as her well formed calves while she
was stretched on the sofa. I then proceeded to talk to her very
softly. It took even less time than the previous evening to get her
into a trance. When she was completely under my control, I said to
her.

" Listen to me very carefully Sandra, from now on every time you hear
the word "waskino" you will fall in a trance just like the one that
you are now. But you will only do so if I, your brother Lawrence, says
the word. "

I had use that particular word since it was an Indian word, which met
"without pain", the chances of my using it unwillingly were very slim
indeed.

I repeated this a couple more times and I even made her repeat the
word. I was quite nervous since I couldn't predict if it was going to
work. After telling her to forget every thing unless I said her key
word, I got her out of the trance.

She got up and she even teased me about my not being able to control
her mind, then she reminded me about my promise to help her with the
dishes. She went to the radio and turned the dial until she found her
favourite station. She next returned to the upholstered chair she had
been sitting on before I had hypnotize her. Once again she began to
knit.

It took me another five minutes before I summoned enough courage to
walk over next to her and say the trance word. She immediately stopped
all movements, as if she had suddenly turned into a picture.

I was so pleased that I almost weep with joy, since I knew that from
now on I could control much of her actions. I also began to experience
a feeling of power within me. In a shaky voice I ordered her to shut
the radio which she did immediately. Then I told her to go and lie on
the sofa while I went to sit on the arm of the sofa next to her head.

" Tell me Sandra, how many times has Paul fondled you? " 

" I don't know. " 

" Is it more than five times? " 

" Yes. " 

" When he does it, do you enjoyed it? " 

" Yes. " 

" Where were you when this happened? " 

" We were in his father's car. " 

" Show me where he touched you. " 

" Here and here. " 

Her hands went to her breasts, then to my astonishment they also
indicated the junction of her legs. I was stunned. He had actually
felt her cunt. Again I felt a surge of excitement deep within me.

Until then I had always believe her to be a most respectable girl. I
would never have imagined that she would have allowed those things to
happen to her. At the same time I felt a little angry at Paul for
having seduced my sister. But still, deep inside even though I didn't
want to admit it at the time, I felt a kind of strange pleasure from
hearing her confess what she had done.

Much to my astonishment, I then realized that I had a huge erection, I
could actually feel my cock pulsating inside my pants.

Of course I often got an erection whenever I thought about girls that
I saw in school, and on many occasions I had masturbated as I
fantasized being with them. But the state of my cock now had nothing
to do with the girls in school. My present erection was due to the
fact that in my mind I could visualize Paul fondling my sister. How
could this put me into such a state of excitement? I couldn't find an
answer but in the back of my mind, even without my being aware of it I
knew the answer.

" Tell me Sandra, did Paul ever fucked you? " 

" No, he never did. " 

Deep inside I felt somewhat relieved. 

Then I said to myself, how could a girl let a boy touch her everywhere
then refuse to let him fuck her? Having never had any experience with
a girl at that time, it was a mystery to me.

" When Paul fondled you between the legs, did he placed his hand over
your clothes or did he actually touched you underneath? "

" He always places his hand directly on my cunt or on by breasts. " 

Another shock. She had used the word 'cunt,' a word that I never would
have though that I would hear coming from her mouth.

" What else did he do to your cunt? " My voice was now extremely soft
as if I was afraid to be heard. It also trilled me to use these
forbidden words while talking to Sandra.

" He pushed his fingers inside and he rubbed me, then he kissed my
cunt and shoved his tongue deep inside. "

I couldn't believe my ears. Sandra, my sweet younger sister was
telling me that a boy - though in the case of Paul he was almost a man
- had sucked her cunt. There I was over two years older than she was,
and I hadn't even kiss a girl yet. I felt angry at her, since she was
acting like a slut, but at the same time my cock kept twitching
reminding me that I felt a lot of pleasure listening to her. With a
voice trembling with anticipation, I asked her.

" When he does those things to you, do you enjoy it? " 

" Yes I do, it feel wonderful. I never felt so much pleasure before. "

 From my numerous discussion with other boys in school, I knew that
girls could reach a climax just like boys did. I was aware that it was
called a climax or an orgasm and I was dying to know if she had
reached one with Paul.

" Do you get an orgasm when he fondle you? " 

" Yes I do, every time he rubs or licks my cunt. " 

Hearing her admit it made me feel very hot all over, my heart was now
beating like I had just run a fast race.

" Do you also feel his.....his cock? " 

" Yes, I always fondle him when we are together. " 

In the back of my mind I had been half expecting this answer, after
all if she was letting him play with her cunt, she had to be stroking
his cock also. But now that she was admitting this it was still
difficult for me to accept. I then became aware that I was getting
jealous of Paul. How could this be I asked myself? She was my sister,
I had no reason to be jealous, it was quite understandable that I
should be angry at her and at Paul, but not jealous.

This strange jealousy inside me was also associated with the new and
wonderful pleasure that I derived from hearing her tell about these
bawdy things she had done. I had to know more, so I continued with my
questions.

" When you play with his prick, do you sometimes put it into your
mouth? "

" Yes. " 

Wow, this was a surprise, she was indeed a slut I told myself. 

" You must suck his cock then? " 

" Yes I do. " 

" And I suppose that he comes into your mouth when you suck him? " 

" Yes. " 

" And do you swallow his spunk when you suck him? " 

" Oh yes. " 

" How often have you done that to him? " 

" Every time we go together in his father's car. " 

" Are you naked on these occasions? " 

" Sometimes I am, when we have enough time ahead of us. " 

In my mind I tried to imagined her sensuous lips around Paul's
erection while he had his hands on her head encouraging her. Then I
tried to picture his cum coming out of his cock as my sister continued
to suck and tried to swallow at the same time. Then I occurred to me
that my cock was extremely hard and all of a sudden it began to
undergo a series of contractions. Before I knew exactly what was
happening, I felt a surge of pleasure through my whole body. I began
to come in my pants without even having to touch my erection. The
waves of pleasure continued for almost a full minute and when it
finally stopped, I felt exhausted and empty.

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash myself. When I got back I
brought Sandra out of her trance. She was surprised to find herself
lying on the sofa, when she looked at the clock she was even more
surprised to see that over half an hour had past since she had been
sitting on the chair. I told her that she had walked from the chair
and gone over to the sofa where she had fallen asleep, even if she
didn't remember ever lying on it.

I didn't try my key word on her for another week. For one thing it was
that time of June when the whole school had to write final exams, and
both Sandra and I had plenty of reading and studying to do. But more
important, I was afraid to put her in a trance again.

The climax I had experienced the last time was something new, because
of its intensity. Since she was my sister, it seem a very unnatural
thing that I should be finding so much pleasure in her presence. Of
course, in those days I had never even heard of the word incest, and
neither had Sandra, but I definitely knew that it was simply not right
for a brother and sister to be involved in sexual pleasures together.

But that didn't mean that I wasn't thinking about what she had told me
the last time that I had hypnotized her. During that last week of
school, I could think of nothing else, and at the same time I was
dying to know what else she and Paul had done. Whenever I saw him in
school, instead of feeling angry with him for having seduced my
sister, I felt a surge of excitement and this more than anything else
was scaring me.

                              ( end of part 1 )

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