Sara heard her brother calling out to her last Friday evening. "Sarahhhh.... I have too many knots in my tie!"

The siblings were going out together to a party, and Sara hadn't even BEGUN to get dressed herself. She felt an affectionate surge of irritation towards her brother, younger by only a year or so, as her muscular legs propelled her up the stairs towards Jordan's room. Somehow, Sara just knew she'd end up helping Jordie with his problem. She did that a lot.

Close and warm as all her feelings were towards Jordan, Sara tried for a scolding overtone as she entered his bedroom. "Jordan, WHEN are you ever going to...'

"Whoa, Sis," interrupted her brother as he stood in front of a large mirror, "lookin' REAL good there! Whooooie!"

It was true, Sara DID look real good, standing there, dressed only in bra and very brief silk panties, hands on hips, and only slightly flushed with exertion and annoyance as she surveyed its source. Jordan was lean, lanky, with a prominent nose, and the signs of early hair loss on his curly head. But Sara privately thought of him as good-looking, even, though she'd never say it to his face, a bit "hunky!"

For one thing, he had flashing eyes that could penetrate even Sara's darker moods. They were twinkling at her now, She could forgive the owner of those eyes a lot, even as they jokingly feasted themselves over her ripe curves. Her generous lips curled upwards as she gave a theatrical sigh (which did great things to her upper body, she knew!) and approached closer.

Jordan gestured up to his dark shirt, and the glistening, sparkly necktie that was SORT of fastened partially round his throat. The multicolored ribbon was indeed knotted. How on earth could he have managed to tie no fewer than FIVE tightly-pulled lumps all down the length of the tie? The lowest one was actually dangling down around his boxer shorts! Even though she wanted to be annoyed, Sara felt, deep within her, a definite lubricious thrill. Jordie was definitely a hunk, and she kept her eyes from straying, even for a second, down that long torso to the juncture of her brother's skinny legs. HE wasn't wearing trousers yet either!

Somehow, Sara just knew that her brother was... well-endowed.

Flustered for a moment, she missed Jordan's next several words. Why ever did he look so smugly amused? with eyes twinkling down towards her own once again, lips curled upward as she watched them forming words. "I know that a beautiful dame like my big sister would happily give up just a few minutes of primp time to help me with these knots."

Somehow, Sara just knew he was correct. How did he have her figured out this well? None of her occasional boyfriends came even close to understanding her as well as Jordie. Not even her closer girlfriends could better his insight. In fact, some of the latter would drift away over time, but she just knew that Jordan was as faithful as he was hunky.

She pursed her lips in annoyance with herself again, as she felt that sexy tickle deep inside her. If she were alone, and had any damn TIME to spare, she'd probably lie back on her bed and pull out her special little buzzer, and drift into one of her... her...

But there WASN'T time now, Brother Dear was still speaking, grinning openly at her woolgathering.

"Here, Sara Sweet," he said, charmingly, "Look at these. Which one should you untie first?"

One hand held the necktie towards her, the other gesturing along its length. The lights by his mirror really made the tightly-knotted fabric sparkle; it was a bit hard for Sara even to see how he had gotten them so tangled! But she wasn't worried. This was only a small problem. Watching Jordan's hand, with it's captivating gracefulness, travel up and down the tie, Sara heard herself take another deep breath and just sigh away all her annoyance.

"This one is a real meanie," she heard Jordie murmur, and his fingertips traced over and over and over how the sparkly multicolored puzzle. "But I was working on it before I called you upstairs. Look at this curve, and this one... here, move in closer, and I'll show you. If we tug it just right, I think it will lose all its tension. It will just sort of relax completely. Here. Look at this strand, this extra shiny blue one. See how it's knotted on itself? What do YOU think, Sara Sweet?"

Sara was leaning in to follow his beautiful fingers as they traced over and over and over and over and over and over... Actually, she found it a bit hard to think, and had to take another chest-expanding sigh to try and clear her head from a sort of fog.

Somehow, Sara just knew that her brother's voice had that effect on her, often. But his lips pursed so handsomely when he said "Sara Sweet" that she didn't mind.

Now, what was he telling her? To watch his fingers. She certainly didn't mind that, and Sara squinted to follow his motions. One strong hand held the tie above the knot, and the other fluttered around the very distracting dazzle of the first knot. She was hoping he could get it to relax its tension. It was so tense, and his hands could help it relax. Sara just knew that she could help the relaxing, and she reached up to add her grip to her brother's. When her fingers closed over his amazing hands, she felt another stronger internal shiver, but didn't bother to be annoyed, because touching Jordan's powerful hands and wrists was always a secret turn-on for Sara. She sensed all the understated power and control in the fingers. She loved sensing power and control.

Gently, softly, the powerful hands pulled on two ends of the tie, and Sara saw the knot come looser, looser, looser, and felt the oddest relief as the knot just gave way and relaxed completely. She actually had to close her eyes for a few moments, because the recently twisted silk was so dazzling as it relaxed. It was so hard to think! Jordan was murmuring again, but all Sara could do was just give a really huge sigh and cling to her brother's hands as all the tension in her body (except for that really pleasurable twinge deep deep deep within her) let go.

Somehow Sara knew they had all the time in the world to remove all those knots. Jordan would help her. He would tell his Sara Sweet just what to do, and she would accept the guidance happily. Who could resist that voice? Who could help but watch those commanding fingers travel up and down the necktie to the second knot? Who could help herself? Certainly not Sara. Why even bother, when all SHE had to do was reach up her hands to the next knot.

But, try as she might, her hands and arms hung down so relaxed at her sides, that they just wouldn't move. Jordan's sweet voice said he was concerned about her arms, but somehow, Sara just knew that it was all right that she couldn't move them even the tiniest bit. They were dangling along her hips, and she could feel her tight silk panties as her wrists twitched, and her insides were twitching distinctly now, too. Sara just could not understand why she was getting aroused! But she was!

Sara had lost track of the knots in the tie. Or the time. All she wanted to do right now was watch Jordan's hands as they played and toyed with the second knot. No, it was the third, wasn't it? Not that it mattered, because, seated somehow on the edge of her brother's bed, Sara realized that she had relaxed ever so much more! The clenching sensations between her legs were not a problem, she actually liked feeling that she was getting very very very wet down there. She wished she could actually show her brother how wet she was getting, how her moisture was seeping and leaking out of her into her silk panties. But he probably knew that, too, just like he knew that she couldn't really do much of anything but just listen to his fascinating voice...

"...and watch my fascinating strong hands move over knot number four, Sara," he urged her, and she was now just as aware of the strength in that voice, that voice that could never never be ignored, that could exercise so much control, just like the hands! "When this knot is loose, you'll discover that the very last knot is magnetic. It holds your eyes, Sara Sweet. When this knot loosens and relaxes, your eyes will..."

Although his voice made perfect sense, Sara didn't want to pay attention to the words any more. All she found she wanted to do was clench the tingling between her legs. Her panties were just soaked by now. She could smell herself. She knew without listening that her brother Jordan had hypnotized her. That she was completely susceptible to his hypnotic influence. That she was helplessly under his total control, her mind and body his willing, susceptible hypnotic subject.

Somehow, Sara knew that she couldn't ever resist doing ANYTHING that her brother suggested. As her eyes were magnetized to follow the last knot, Jordan dangled it round and round. Her eyes were round as she stared helplessly, knowing that suggestions were pouring into her hypnotized, obedient mind. Strong suggestions she couldn't hear, but would obey.

Somehow, Sara knew that by removing her brassiere Jordan could bring her close to a lovely, delicious, multiple orgasm. The orgasm she now knew she needed, more than anything. As her fingers could finally lift themselves, her tingling titties were thrust outward towards her brother's commanding eyes. She felt even more twinges as she saw him gloat over her painfully aroused nipples. She wanted to manipulate and play with her sexy titties, but...

Somehow, Sara knew that she was going to sleepwalk to the bathroom, stand in the shower stall, and pee. Yes, her bladder was aching for release, and as she staggered to her feet, her hands automatically removed her panties. There was no reason to feel embarrassed as she listened to her stream squirt out from her crotch and spatter the shower wall and floor. She wanted to finish peeing, so that she could find out about that last knot. What was it?

Finally she sat obediently down on a towel at the corner of her brother's bed, staring right at Jordan's powerful penis. Her legs were parted wide apart as she clenched her buttocks internally, and dreamed of what his penis would feel like inside her. She knew she would have to just come and come and come all over its delicious length. Jordan's erection was nearly six inches long, and it bent over to his left, just like Sara knew her pussy would adore. How she wanted to let her aching pussy slurp up over that cock! She would kneel and back right up to it, and let it plunge masterfully deep, deep, deep, deep within her. Her cunt would have to obey the masterful cock.

Somehow, Sara knew that she could only dream of yielding her pussy to the masterful thrusting and powerful spurting of Jordan's masculine fluid way up inside her. That didn't really matter, she could fantasize about that to her heart's content as often as he permitted! But since her own orgasms were beginning to build now, Sara knew that Jordan wanted to feel those pussy-soaked panties. Even as her eyes watched the last knot dangle right in front of the penis, she knelt forward, and helped her dear brother slip his feet into them. How right it felt, how horny! to pull them seductively upwards, until they actually cradled and cupped Jordan's huge, manly testicles.

Somehow Sara knew that she was humming with excited contentment. "MMMMM... mmmmm...." she said, watching the cock fill quickly to its fullest extent as his ball sack contacted her sodden silk panties. It began to jerk into the air, and bounce around, and Sara felt herself succumbing... she would succumb to the penis now. Succumb. Suck and Come.

The last knot in the necktie commanded her mouth to close around the huge member. The hypnotic influence gave her no choice. Her head, mouth drooling and agape, moved the unyielding cock around and around as Jordan maneuvered the necktie. She HAD to watch and follow and obey, because she was starting to orgasm right now. Somehow Sara knew that she was moaning, that her eyeballs were rolling and staring up helplessly, that her wide-spread hips were jerking and clenching, and that her clitoris was throbbing over and over and over. She knew that, although she saw nothing but her dear brother's necktie, that his balls were contracting, and that the first hot spurts of his semen were gathering to turn that cock that she wanted up inside her so badly (here came the biggest part of her climax!) into a delicious fiery suck toy that she wanted only to suck and suck and suck!

Somehow Sara knew that, as she moaned and gasped and told her hypnotist that she was "coming, coming, coming!" her hypnotic brother was going to pull his rampant length out from her greedy mouth, and point that huge erection over her pink panties at her nipples. She knew she was going to pass out for a moment when the cock stopped quivering, his hips froze and he emitted the powerful grunting noises she knew (somehow) that she absolutely CRAVED!

As the cockhead emitted the first dribble, then the satisfying squirts and spurts she craved, Sara flopped her upper body backwards onto the bed. Her hips were still fucking the air towards Jordan's mammoth organ. Her voice was babbling over and over: "Comeonmytitsplease, my cunt is so hot, I'm coming, I'm gonna faint, it sounds so good, grunt and come all over mytits, I feel your power, I hear your power, I'm a helpless hypnotized slave to your power Uhhh!"

Although a few guests at the party might wonder where Jordan and Sara were...

Somehow, I know that neither one of them cared right then about that. Sara Sweet was already plunging herself into the deepest sleep, arms and legs akimbo, upper body spattered with her brother's dribbles, and Jordan, still gasping, pulled loose that last knot, and waddled, penis dripping over his sister's panties, to hang up his well-used necktie, until next time.