The amnesiac sister

Where to begin?

My name is Hu Yuwei, and I'm nineteen years old. I have an older sister who is five years older than me, but we're not blood-related. Ten years ago, my mother brought me, then nine years old, into this family after she married into the family. Not long after, she passed away in an accident, leaving me as the only person in the family without blood ties.

My stepfather is a good man. Although he's often away from the country for work, he's never shortchanged me, and his love for me hasn't changed at all since my mother's passing. However, in truth, that's all this family has given me.

I've never felt like a part of this family. Even when my stepfather is kind to me when he occasionally returns from abroad, I still feel like a parasite, clinging to the blood of this family because of my deceased mother.

Unfortunately, my sister seems to think so too. From childhood to adulthood, she's always been good at ordering me around, acting as if saying, "If you don't do anything, you don't deserve to live here." If I make even the slightest mistake, she'll ridicule me relentlessly. I hate her, but I feel I don't deserve it.

I wanted to be useful, but fate had other plans. From childhood to adulthood, I couldn't compare to my older sister in anything. She got into a top university and immediately got a job at a top foreign trade company after graduation. I, on the other hand, joined the army after graduating from vocational high school, and even after serving for half a year, I could only find odd jobs. This situation made me feel even weaker in my family.

These kinds of reasons shaped my very depressed personality.

But all of this changed drastically after that day. It

was past eight o'clock in the evening when my sister came back from work. I was playing video games in my room when she opened the door without knocking.

"Xiaowei, you're home?" she asked, sounding a little unhappy. "Haven't found a job yet?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, pausing my game.

"Hey, why don't you consider taking the college entrance exam again?"

"No way, I don't have the brains for it," I made an excuse for myself. "Besides, it's no use getting into a bad university."

"You're saying you can't do it without even trying," my sister muttered, glancing at me. "Fine, you decide for yourself." Then she went back to the living room.

A few minutes later, I turned off the power and went to the living room. I saw the tickets my sister had left on the table and picked them up to look at them. They were for a hypnosis show by an international hypnosis master who was recently performing in Taiwan. I have an unusual passion for hypnosis, and I had been following this news for a while, but considering the tickets weren't cheap, I didn't want to waste money at a time like this. I didn't expect my sister to have tickets.

My sister saw me and casually asked, "How about it? Want to come along?"

"Sure." I tried to act normal. Of course, I was more than happy to have such an opportunity. I wasn't sure why my sister had asked me, but I figured it must be because one of her friends had canceled or something.

On the day of the performance, my sister drove me to the venue. There were about twenty rows of seats, and we sat in the tenth row.

My sister wore light makeup, a formal suit, and long, stylishly wavy hair; she looked every bit the socialite. In contrast, I wore an extremely ordinary t-shirt and jeans, with messy, unkempt hair. I wondered what our relationship looked like to others.

We didn't talk much, and soon it was time for the performance to begin.

The hypnotist invited volunteers who wanted to be hypnotized to come up on stage. My sister, of course, didn't go up; she wasn't the kind of person with a strong sense of curiosity. I didn't go up either; I wanted to watch the performance, not be the one being performed.

After a lengthy hypnotic test, more than half of the audience members were asked to leave, leaving only about ten people on stage. Then the hypnotist had them sit in a row facing the audience and began the hypnotic induction.

"Sit comfortably and listen carefully to my voice." The hypnotist spoke in a deep and powerful voice, though his Chinese wasn't perfect. "I want you to look at the light and not let your eyes leave this red light."

A red light descended from above the stage, its position quite clever, so that it was not only facing the volunteers on the stage, but also clearly visible from where we were sitting.

"Watch the red light carefully. I want you to take a deep breath now, exhale... inhale the air, okay, stop." The hypnotist's tone was quite seductive, full of dramatic tension. "Exhale..."

After repeating it several times, the volunteers on the stage seemed to show signs of fatigue. "Okay, now close your eyes. This feeling is so good, so comfortable. I don't want to open my eyes, it feels so good... just keep your eyes tightly closed."

"When I count to three, you will release all your energy and fall into a deep sleep..."

"One, more and more relaxed, more and more relaxed, release all your energy..."

"Two, don't think about anything, it feels so good..."

"Three, fall into a deep sleep..."

As I watched intently as the volunteers on the stage lowered their heads and entered a hypnotic state, I suddenly felt a pressure on my left shoulder. I turned my head and saw that it was my sister, asleep with her head on my shoulder.

My sister was hypnotized? My heart pounded wildly. How could this be? The hypnotist was still so far away. How could my usually strong-willed sister be hypnotized like this? Or… was the performance just too boring, and she simply fell asleep?

While I was still lost in thought, the hypnotist turned to face the audience.

"It seems some people with good sensitivity have also entered a hypnotic state in the audience."

The audience began to murmur and look around. My sister quickly became the focus of attention. I felt incredibly stiff, afraid that even a slight movement would affect her hypnotic state.

"Listen up, those of you in the audience. If you have entered a very comfortable hypnotic state, please stand up."

For some reason, I had a sliver of hope that my sister hadn't been hypnotized, but the moment the hypnotist finished speaking, the weight on my shoulders vanished. My sister raised her head and slowly stood up.

I looked around and saw three people standing up in the audience. Several staff members immediately went to their sides.

"Okay, you guys are really great," the hypnotist said. "Please follow the person next to you to the stage."

A staff member took my sister's hand and led her onto the stage. I hadn't expected this development at all. At first, I was looking for the beautiful women on stage, imagining them being manipulated, but now, all my attention was focused on my sister.

After some more guidance, the hypnotist brought the volunteers back to their senses. My sister opened her eyes, looking completely bewildered. I initially thought it was because she realized she was on stage, but then I realized it wasn't just that.

The hypnotist asked everyone's names one by one, then used various interesting methods to bring the volunteers back into a hypnotic state. Normally, this would be my favorite part—watching the volunteers, who thought they were awake, unexpectedly return to a hypnotic state at the hypnotist's command always gave me a strange sense of excitement.

But now, I just kept watching my sister; she looked around anxiously. I had never seen her so uneasy.

Finally, the hypnotist came to my sister.

"Beautiful lady, what's your name?"

The older sister looked at the hypnotist with a puzzled expression, without answering.

The hypnotist waited a moment, then asked again, "What's your name?"

My sister's gaze began to wander, lost in thought, and she remained silent.

The hypnotist turned to the audience, shrugged, and then gently pushed my sister's forehead. She immediately closed her eyes, her body going limp, and she rested her head on the man's lap next to her.

The audience erupted in gasps and applause, but all I wanted to do was punch that man.

For the next hour, the hypnotist had the volunteers perform various acts, imitating different characters. My sister was undoubtedly one of the most cooperative volunteers, especially when the hypnotist transformed the girls on stage into strippers. Her movements were absolutely the most dazzling. I wasn't sure if she had any dance training, but she seemed to have a natural talent for everything she did.

After the performance, the hypnotist had the volunteers return to their seats.

"Thank you so much, everyone did a great job, a wonderful performance, and gave us a pleasant evening," the hypnotist said. "After I count to three, you will all be fully awake. Tonight's hypnotic suggestions will have no effect on you, except for one thing: when you are awake, you will feel very comfortable and more confident than before. One, two, three... Wake up."

I watched my sister open her eyes. "Sis, are you alright?" I asked.

My sister looked at me with a completely different expression, almost like when she looked at the hypnotist on stage.

"Are you okay?" I asked again.

My sister kept staring at me, and finally managed to say, "Who are you?"

I gasped. What the hell is going on? "Sis, you're kidding, right?!"

My sister shook her head slightly and looked around. "Where is this?"

I grabbed her shoulders. "Look at me, I'm your brother," I called out. "You really don't recognize me?"

My sister shook her head blankly. I realized now that something was really wrong. I had never seen my sister so insecure. She wasn't the type to joke like this. So, she had forgotten everything after being hypnotized? Damn it, I've always been interested in hypnosis, but I've seen hypnosis performances from all over the world and I've never heard of anything like this!

"Come with me!" I grabbed my sister's hand and rushed backstage.

The crowd was gradually leaving. We went in the opposite direction and were stopped by security guards when we got to the stage. "Sorry, non-staff members are not allowed in this area."

"I need to find the hypnotist!" I yelled.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

I didn't know where to begin, and continued yelling, "It's urgent! If you don't let me in, go and call him out!"

My agitation probably made the guards realize the seriousness of the situation, and they sent someone backstage to inform them. Two or three minutes later, he ran back.

"Sorry, the hypnotist has already left by car."

What the hell? He left so quickly! "Seriously? How are you going to take responsibility?"

"We're just responsible for security here..." The guard seemed innocent as he spoke, then, as if suddenly remembering something, he handed me a business card. "This is the hypnotist's business card. If you'd like, please contact him yourself."

"You're just like this..." I wanted to start cursing, but I noticed my sister gently tugging at my sleeve.

I had a very peculiar feeling; my sister would never use such a demure, womanly gesture when ordering me around.

"That's enough..." My sister said softly, her head bowed.

I figured there was no point in arguing any further, so I took my sister outside the venue and tried to call the hypnotist using the number on the business card, but the line was always busy and I couldn't get through. Then I took her to the parking lot, intending to go home first.

My sister stood next to the car, seemingly waiting for me to open the door.

"You have the car keys," I said.

"Oh, really?" my sister said, spreading her hands, of course, she couldn't find anything.

"In your bag," I said.

"Bag?" My sister looked at her handbag hanging on her shoulder, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then opened it and rummaged through it. "Is this it?" She naturally handed me the keys.

I was stunned. I had just gotten my driver's license a few months ago and had tried to borrow her car several times, but she absolutely refused to let me drive it. I never expected her to give me the keys under these circumstances.

"Thank you," my sister suddenly said after we got in the car.

"Uh…why?" I was a little surprised.

"I don't know either, you seem to be working really hard for me."

"Of course," I said, starting the car, "I'm your brother."

My sister seemed to be smiling happily; to be honest, I rarely see her so relaxed.

She rummaged through her bag again, as if she had found her ID card, and stared at it for a while. "Jian... Yi... Ling, is that my name?"

"Yes," I answered briefly.

To be honest, I have almost no driving experience and was a little nervous, but my sister didn't seem to notice at all.

"Little brother, although it seems a little strange to ask that," my sister smiled and turned to look at me, "What's your name?"

"Hu Yuwei." I was mostly focused on the road conditions, so I could only give a simple answer.

"Hu...? Aren't we siblings?"

"Well... it's a long story," I thought for a moment, "I take my mother's surname." Well, that's the gist of it, although I actually take my mother's ex-husband's surname.

Back home, my sister looked around curiously, like a child visiting a friend's house. "Is it just the two of us living here?"

"Sort of."

"Where are Mom and Dad?"

"Dad works in mainland China, and Mom..." I hesitated for a moment, "passed away a long time ago."

"Oh..." A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

I looked at her, feeling a complex mix of emotions. Just a few hours ago, before I left home in the evening, my sister had been pointing and commenting on my clothes, but now, she had changed so much.

"What's wrong?" my sister asked, looking at me.

"Nothing... I was just thinking, why do you seem so unconcerned about your amnesia?"

My sister seemed taken aback by my question. "I don't know either. When I was there just now, I felt so scared and panicked. I didn't know who I was or where I was, but now I feel so safe." My sister smiled sweetly at me. "Because you're here with me. Seeing how hard you're protecting me, I'm not worried about anything anymore." Oh

my god, I suddenly felt a flutter in my heart.

To be honest, my sister is a stunning beauty, with delicate and well-defined features and a shapely figure. But our previous interactions hadn't given me any feelings for her. But now… I felt my cheeks getting hot, so I quickly turned my head away. “Do you want to take a shower first?” I quickly came up with a topic.

“Sure,” she replied, looking around again. “Where’s my room?”

I led her to her room, and after letting her in, I planned to go back to the living room. My sister never lets me into her bedroom.

"What's wrong? Aren't you coming in?" my sister asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

My sister stood in front of the wardrobe, seemingly hesitating about something. "Come in."

"What's wrong?"

"I feel like I'm rummaging through someone else's things when I'm alone," she pouted.

"These are your own things." "

I know, but... I just have this feeling. Come in, or I'll be scared." My sister's voice was a little coquettish.

I smiled wryly and stepped into this forbidden area of the house that I had never entered before. I watched as my sister opened the wardrobe. Her eyes lit up, like a child who had discovered a new toy. Then she took out a red evening dress and placed it in front of her. "Isn't it pretty?"

"You're looking for clothes to wear after your shower and to bed, right?" I said.

"Oh, right." She stuck out her tongue.

After my sister went to take a shower, she suddenly became quiet, and I felt my head was even more tangled.

How did things turn out like this? What should I do next? Should I go see the hypnotist again tomorrow morning? Come to think of it, was my sister's condition an 'accident' caused by that hypnotist? Or was he joking?

Whatever the answer, I felt I could no longer trust this hypnotist. Should I just take my sister to see a doctor? Then it suddenly occurred to me that if my sister's appearance was indeed caused by hypnosis, based on my understanding of hypnosis, the effects of hypnotic advice should be temporary. Maybe my sister would be back to normal by tomorrow morning.

At that time, would my sister scold me for driving her car…?

Ugh! So annoying! I'll worry about tomorrow tomorrow.

I went back to my room and turned on my game console. When I'm feeling irritable, a good game is the most effective. I put in my almost worn-out game and used Lu Bu to fight the lowest level Yellow Turban Rebellion. At times like this, mindless, random attacks are the only thing to do.

I don't know how much time passed before I suddenly noticed that my sister had finished showering and was standing beside me watching. I quickly paused the game.

"What's this?" she asked, looking very interested.

"PS3," I replied. My sister was wearing a loose t-shirt and hot pants, revealing a large section of her long, white legs. Even at home, she would never let me see her like this. I quickly looked away, only to find her staring at the screen.

"Go ahead and play," she said.

I handed her the joystick. "Want to try it?"

"Sure?" she asked, looking very eager.

"Of course," I smiled. Every time my sister saw me playing video games, she would scoff. She never even looked at the game screen properly, let alone tried it.

My sister took the joystick, and I guided her on how to play. I finally realized that my sister also had her weaknesses. She frantically shook the joystick left and right, but the characters on the screen didn't seem to listen to her at all. In the end, even Lu Bu was defeated by a mere base captain.

"Damn it," my sister pouted, "Did I never know how to play, or did I lose my memory and become like this?"

I gave a wry smile, "You've never played before."

My sister's eyes widened, "Really? Then let's play one I've played before." "We

don't have that kind of thing here." That was what I wanted to say, but I didn't want to shatter her illusions, so I didn't say anything. I picked a game that was more suitable for girls. I originally bought it thinking I'd need it someday when I got a girlfriend, but I never expected that after so long, I still wouldn't have a girlfriend, and the first time it would be used would be for my sister.

We played the game for several hours, until the middle of the night, when I was completely exhausted and finally sent my sister to bed.

I lay in bed, feeling like I was about to collapse. Maybe by tomorrow morning, my sister would be back to normal. I hoped this, but then I found myself also hoping that my sister would stay the way she was... ————————To

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I woke up with a start, lifting my head. My sister, who had leaned over to wake me, had her neckline drooping, and as I sat up, my gaze fell directly into her neckline. Her alluring cleavage and pink bra came into view. Good heavens, I realized I had a much bigger tent in my pants than usual.

"You're finally awake. The phone kept ringing, but I was afraid to answer," my sister said.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head, and went to the living room to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Thank goodness, someone finally answered," the voice on the other end seemed to be talking to itself. "Excuse me, hello, this is the manager of Yiling Company."

"Yes, hello," I replied, trying to sound like I had just woken up.

"Are you her brother? Yiling didn't come to work today."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." I checked the time, it was past nine o'clock, and my mind raced. "There was a little accident this morning, and I just got back from the hospital to pack some things." "

Oh my god, what kind of accident was it? Is Yiling alright?"

"Don't worry, it's not serious, but... she might have to take a few days off." The person in question was standing right next to the phone, looking at me, which made me feel guilty.

"I see. Which hospital is she in? We'll visit her after work."

"No... her condition isn't very stable yet, and we don't know which hospital she'll be transferred to. I have to rush back now, and I'll let you know when I'm sure."

"I understand. I'm so sorry. Please make sure she gets plenty of rest."

"Thank you, goodbye." I let out a heavy sigh after hanging up.

"Was that you calling me?" my sister asked.

I nodded.

My sister suddenly grinned, looking very happy.

"What are you laughing at?" I looked at my sister with a wry smile, confused.

"You're such a good liar."

"It's all your fault." I was a little annoyed; I'd never told such a ridiculous lie in my life.

"Hehe..." My sister stuck out her tongue, laughing adorably, completely extinguishing my anger. "I've prepared breakfast. Wash up and come eat."

After breakfast, I went back to my room to get dressed, wondering if I should take my sister to a hospital. My sister followed me into the room, looking around, then staring at my bookshelf.

"Can you hypnotize?"

My bookshelf is mostly filled with books on high-performance machinery and video game magazines, with only a few books on psychology and hypnosis. I don't know why my sister noticed those books so much.

"I studied it for a while," I replied. I once spent tens of thousands of dollars on a month-long course, and those books on the shelf were what the teacher promoted back then. But I felt like I'd been ripped off. Every time we did group practice, I was paired with some old geezers, and I never succeeded.

"Wow..." My sister seemed impressed, then suddenly seemed to remember something, "Have you ever hypnotized me?" she asked, tilting her head.

I suddenly felt like I'd been electrocuted.

I don't know how many people can understand how I feel right now. Since puberty, I've had an unusual obsession with hypnosis. Not just hypnosis, but anything related to mind control fascinates me. Even when watching TV dramas, seeing beautiful girls carrying out commands without their knowledge, and then waking up with no recollection of their actions, excites me immensely.

And now, a beautiful woman is standing in front of me asking, "Have you ever hypnotized me?" "Oh my god, this is incredibly exciting for me."

The correct answer, of course, is no. My older sister would never let me hypnotize her, and I've never even considered it. But I deliberately avoided answering her directly, wanting her to remain suspicious. "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Is it true or not?" my sister asked coquettishly.

I put on an ambiguous expression. "What do you think?"

My sister walked in front of me, standing just a few centimeters in front of me, staring into my eyes. Although I was incredibly excited inside, I maintained a calm expression, not letting her see through my act.

Seeing my sister like this, I was filled with the desire to hypnotize her. Ever since I learned hypnosis, I've fantasized countless times about a girl willing to let me hypnotize her, but I not only don't have a girlfriend, I don't even have any close female friends, so of course I've never had that opportunity.

Honestly, I didn't intend to violate her or anything. I wasn't confident my half-baked hypnosis skills would be effective. I just wanted to try, to see my sister try to be hypnotized by me. Even if it failed, I didn't want to give up this experience of hypnotizing a girl for the first time.

But... my sister was hypnotized yesterday and that's how she became like this. How could I have the right to persuade her to let me hypnotize her?

The thought of taking her to treat her amnesia had vanished without a trace.

"Okay, try hypnotizing me," my sister said, her expression very serious.

What is she saying? Doesn't she remember being hypnotized to become like this?

I never expected her to bring it up herself, but I couldn't show any signs of being eager to try. "Why do you think that?"

"Nothing," my sister tilted her head. "I thought if you can hypnotize me, you must have tried it before, so let's do it again. Maybe I can remember things from before."

My sister was also trying to find herself, but it seemed she was going in the wrong direction.

"Okay, you sit here." I sat on the edge of the bed and let my sister sit down next to me.

My sister sat down, looking at me with an unstoppable smile.

"Hold your hands together and raise them forward," my sister did as I said, "Yes, like that, stick out your thumbs and look at your own thumbs."

It was only the beginning, but just watching my sister try to be hypnotized by me made me quite excited.

When I first went to hypnosis classes, whenever we had to practice in groups, the young girls would immediately find their partners, and I, being not good at socializing, could only be paired with some middle-aged men. To be honest, I think my failure to successfully hypnotize anyone had a lot to do with the people

I was paired with. I remember once when I was performing the "surprise hypnosis," I almost succeeded. When I pulled the other person's hand, I really felt him release his strength and slump towards me, but when I saw his greasy bald spot on his head, I felt nauseous, and my voice probably trembled a little, and the other person immediately woke up.

Now I finally have the chance to hypnotize a pretty girl, and I'm confident it will go smoothly.

I decided to use my almost successful "surprise hypnosis" technique on my sister.

"Good, that's it. Focus your gaze on your fingers," I instructed my sister. "I want you to take a deep breath, inhale deeply... and exhale."

My sister focused intently on what I said, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared.

"Good, relax, straighten your arm, straighten it a little more," I pressed down on my sister's elbow, pulling her arm straight. "I want you to imagine your arm becoming like a stick, completely unable to bend."

My sister frowned, seemingly trying hard to imagine it.

This time, I pressed down on her elbow in the opposite direction, trying to make her arm bend, and slowly increasing the pressure until I felt her muscles completely tense.

"Very good, that's it. Your arm has become a stick, and no one can bend it. Look at your own thumb and focus on breathing..."

I said, then suddenly pressed her arm down forcefully, simultaneously reaching out to grasp her shoulders and pulling her into my arms. "Sleep!"

Just like with the bald man, I felt my sister instantly release her strength. But as she collapsed into my arms, exuding a faint fragrance of her hair, this experience was completely different from the one I had when I hypnotized the bald man—like heaven and hell.

"Deeply relax, deeply relax, you feel all the strength in your body gradually disappearing."

I said, gently placing my sister on the bed. Throughout the process, I kept thinking about what kind of induction method I should use next if my sister suddenly woke up, and whether she would be willing to try again.

I wasn't confident I could successfully hypnotize my sister. I kept imagining her suddenly opening her eyes and saying I couldn't hypnotize her after all. But those worries seemed unnecessary; she was just sleeping peacefully. I gently lifted her arm and released it, and it fell back down without any resistance. She seemed completely relaxed.

"When you feel my touch, you will release your strength even further," I said, gently stroking her forehead with my fingers. "Your forehead..." I said, sliding my fingers down gently, "Your eyes, your lips..."

She wasn't faking it; I could feel her completely relaxed muscles. My penis was full of blood, and I tried to control my breathing and tone of voice.

"Your arms...fingers...are becoming more and more relaxed...let all the strength disappear..." My sister's lips were slightly parted, completely unguarded, as she slept like a baby. I took a deep breath and boldly touched her thigh with my fingers. "Your legs...toes...are completely without any strength."

"You did a great job..." I hesitated a bit about what to call her. The hypnosis teacher had taught us that during induction, we should repeatedly call the other person's name. Everyone has a special connection to their own name, and by repeating it constantly, we can gain the subject's trust.

But for my sister now, could Yiling be considered her name? Although she had seen it once in the car yesterday, she might have forgotten it by now. If I said that name, would it make her feel uncomfortable?

"Very good, sister," I decided to call her that again, guessing it would gain her trust more. "Now I want you to relax your mind even more. I want you to count upwards from the beginning. With each number you count, you will feel more relaxed. Don't think about anything. Keep counting until you're so relaxed that you can't even count the next number anymore... Now begin..."

After about two or three seconds, my sister began to mumble, "One... two..."

"Very good. With each number you count, relax even more, clear your mind..." I guided her during the intervals between her counts.

"Fifteen... ten... six... ten... ten..." My sister's counting became slower and slower.

"Okay, you can relax and stop now," I said. "Don't think about anything, just listen to my voice comfortably. You'll naturally and happily listen to my voice and obey any instructions I give you. If you understand, you can easily nod."

Perhaps because she was too relaxed, it took her several seconds to nod.

Even now, I still can't quite believe this is real. Extreme excitement makes me feel lightheaded, as if I'm dreaming.

I used to only see things like this in videos, but now, I'm actually performing hypnosis myself, putting my sister into a hypnotic state. I took out the digital camera from home and placed it in the corner of the room.

"You feel so relaxed and comfortable. I want you to remember this hypnotic feeling and fall deeply in love with it. When you wake up, as soon as I command you to sleep, you will immediately return to this hypnotic state, even ten times deeper than now."

I paused for a moment to let my sister absorb my instructions. "Not just when I command you to sleep, but when I touch your forehead with my finger, when I flick my finger near your ear, when I ask you to look into my eyes, as long as you feel that I want to hypnotize you, you will comfortably and cooperatively enter a hypnotic state ten times deeper because you like this feeling, understand?"

After a few seconds, my sister nodded again.

"Okay, when I count to three, you will wake up, and my hypnotic suggestion will be deeply implanted in your subconscious. One... slowly regain your strength," I saw my sister's fingers twitch slightly as I continued the suggestion, "Two... feel very good, your spirits are getting better and better," with my command, my sister slightly raised the corners of her mouth, "Three... wake up!"

My sister opened her eyes, blinked several times, as if she was not quite clear about what was going on, and after several seconds she slowly sat up.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

My sister's mind seemed to finally return to this moment, her face beaming with smiles. "It feels like a dream, my whole body feels light and relaxed."

"Tell me what you remember?"

My sister thought seriously. "I was focused on my fingers, listening to your words to adjust my breathing, and then you suddenly called out something, and I don't remember anything anymore, I just felt very relaxed..."

"Like this?"

"What?" My sister stared at me with wide eyes. Oh my god, that innocent look was so touching.

"Sleep!" I shouted, and my sister, like a toy, was switched off without warning, falling heavily onto the bed.

Scenes I used to only see in videos, I was now experiencing myself.

"I'll pull your arm and you'll wake up." I said, brushing the hair from her forehead and pulling her hand.

My sister opened her eyes, initially looking a little confused, then smiling with a surprised expression.

"You just entered a hypnotic state again," I said.

"Mmm." My sister touched her cheeks with both hands; they seemed a little warm.

"Can you describe what it felt like?"

My sister frowned slightly. "I don't know. I think I heard you suddenly shout, and then you completely lost consciousness."

"This time I won't make a sound," I said, then tapped her forehead with my finger.

As expected, my sister returned to a hypnotic state perfectly.

"Very good. You've entered an even deeper hypnotic state. You feel very relaxed and at ease. You can only hear my voice; nothing can disturb you, and you won't feel anything when touched..."

I said, then tickled her armpit with my finger. My sister was sleeping very relaxedly, without any reaction. I said before that I didn't intend to violate my sister, but that was before I successfully hypnotized her. Now, looking at this beauty completely defenseless, I'm a normal man after all!

I reached out and kneaded my sister's soft, full breasts through her clothes, then leaned down to kiss her sweet lips, boldly slipping my tongue into her slightly parted mouth. Even in her deep sleep, I could feel her warm tongue completely relaxed.

The hypnosis was more successful than I'd imagined. What should I do next? The desire that had been buried deep within me erupted like a volcano.

"Sister, listen carefully. When you wake up, as soon as you hear me say 'pause,' your time will completely stop. You'll stop all your movements, stop all your thoughts. As soon as you hear me say 'pause,' you'll completely enter a world where time has stopped, until I say 'start,' and your time will continue to flow. Understand?"

I nervously watched my sister's reaction. The suggestions I'd used before were learned in hypnosis class, but this one was something I'd figured out myself while watching porn. Could my sister accept it?

Although it took a while, my sister, still fast asleep, finally nodded.

"Good, you can wake up now," I said, pulling my sister's hand.

My sister opened her eyes, looking confused again.

"Do you remember what hint I gave you?" I asked.

Hearing my voice, she seemed to finally come to her senses. She shook her head, then touched her mouth, feeling her lips were still wet from my saliva, and looked puzzled.

"Sister, look over here," I said immediately, seeing her looking at me, "Pause."

My sister stopped perfectly. I waved my hand in front of her face, and she didn't even blink. I really didn't expect her to execute even such a command so perfectly. Scenes I used to only see in videos were now unfolding before my eyes.

I sat down on the other side of my sister. "Start."

"Huh!" my sister exclaimed, then turned her head in a panic. Suddenly seeing me, she shouted even louder, "Huh? Huh! How did you do that?" She covered her mouth with her hand, looking astonished.

"Pause," I said, perfectly capturing my sister's adorable wide-eyed expression.

I moved her hands away, kissed her lips, then raised her arms in the air, pulled up her t-shirt, and stroked her slender, smooth abdomen. I was sure she regularly exercised; her snow-white abs looked quite firm. I licked her navel with my tongue, and I vaguely felt her body tremble slightly. Looking up, I saw she was still in the same position, immersed in her own world where time seemed to have stopped.

I took off her shirt and threw it on the ground. "Start," I said.

My sister blinked, snapping out of her daze. Her first reaction was to still hold her hands up, then she lowered them with a confused look. She realized she was only wearing a bra. "Ah! What's this!" she exclaimed, seeing her clothes lying on the floor. She knelt down to pick them up and put them on.

"Stop," I said. My sister obediently stopped. I walked over to her and removed the clothes from her hands.

My sister knelt on the floor, and I tilted her head back, forcing her mouth open. I pulled down my pants and shoved my already erect penis into her mouth. Her warm mouth gave me a tingling sensation.

I pressed the back of her head down, burying her face in my pubic hair. I thrust forcefully, pulling her head and making piston-like movements, roughly pushing the head of my penis into her throat.

"Cough, cough!" My sister suddenly coughed a few times. I was startled and quickly pulled my penis out.

My sister's hand, which had been reaching for clothes, was now free. She covered her mouth and coughed a few more times, looking like she was in pain.

"Sleep!" Before she could fully wake up, I quickly flicked my finger near her ear.

Thankfully, even in this state, she obediently returned to the hypnotic state. She slumped into my arms, and I gently laid her down on the floor. I'd heard before that hypnotized people could regain consciousness in dangerous situations—this was it…

"Sister, very good. Entering a deeper hypnotic state, when you wake up, you will forget what happened while you were hypnotized, understand?"

My sister nodded quickly. I was about to stop there, but seeing how obedient she was, I couldn't help but want to give her some more interesting hints.

"When you wake up, you will forget that you were hypnotized, and you will absolutely not believe that you were hypnotized. No matter what strange things happen, you will insist that it's normal because you feel that you were not hypnotized by me, understand?"

She nodded.

"But you're still under my hypnosis. Your subconscious will firmly remember the hypnotic suggestions I gave you. When you wake up, whenever you see me touching my nose and asking you to do something, whether you want to or not, you have to do it. You won't even feel that it's an order from me, just something you have to do, understand?"

I paused for a while, allowing my sister's subconscious to truly absorb the command, before waking her up.

I sat back on the bed, watching my sister, her upper body only covered by a pink bra, slowly sit up from the floor. "Huh, what's wrong?" She blinked repeatedly, looking dazed.

I looked at her with a half-smile. Seeing my expression, my sister slowly stood up, staring at me suspiciously.

"How did I end up lying on the floor?"

"Because you were just hypnotized by me."

My sister blinked twice, looking at me intently, as if she didn't understand what I was saying. After a few seconds, her eyes lit up as if she suddenly snapped out of it. "Right, didn't you say you were going to hypnotize me? Are we starting?" She sat down next to me.

Her innocent look was incredibly alluring.

"I already told you you're hypnotized."

"Liar," my sister frowned. "How can you hypnotize me if you haven't done anything?"

"Then let me ask you, why are you dressed like this in my room?"

My sister looked at herself, as if only then realizing she was wearing a bra. She fell silent, blinking repeatedly, as if her reason was constantly battling against my hypnotic suggestions.

Watching my hypnotic suggestions ferment in her mind excited me, but on the other hand, I was also a little nervous. Would this conflict make her wake up directly? If so, the suggestions to bring her back to a hypnotic state might be ineffective.

"We're siblings, what's so strange about this?" My sister finally spoke up. Great, it seemed the hypnotic suggestion had won.

Looking at my face, she seemed a little disappointed. "What's wrong with you? Didn't I always do this?"

Let alone just wearing a bra, my sister is very conscious of her image. I've said it before, I've never even seen her in just a t-shirt at home.

But I shook my head at her.

"Yeah, you're right, why did you say that?" My sister pouted, looking a little angry.

"In that case, take off your bra too," I said.

"Huh?" My sister was startled. "What are you talking about? I don't want to!"

"Why?"

"Wh...why..." My sister looked at me incredulously. "Even if we're siblings, this is too much!"

I touched my nose. "It's okay, just take off your bra."

"I..." My sister seemed to want to say something at first, but then stopped. With a slightly confused yet not entirely blank expression, she put her hands behind her back, unhooked her bra, and slid down the straps, letting the bra fall onto the bed.

My sister's cute pink nipples and perfectly shaped, round breasts were revealed.

"What are you doing?" My sister crossed her arms, blocking my view. "You've been staring at me."

"Didn't you say you didn't want to take it off?"

My sister blushed. "I just suddenly wanted to take it off, what's the big deal?" Her eyes darted around, looking rather guilty.

It was so funny to watch her try to justify her hypnotized behavior.

"In that case, take off your lower half too," I said, rubbing my nose.

My sister frowned at me, seemingly wanting to say something, but she didn't. Instead, she stood up, unbuttoned her denim shorts, unzipped them, and pulled them down. She was left wearing only a light blue lace panty. Her hand moved slightly and then stopped, seemingly quite hesitant.

"Take off your panty too," I said again.

My words dispelled her hesitation. She hooked her little finger around the edge of her panty and gently pulled it down. I could vaguely see her mysterious and alluring vulva through the sparse pubic hair. When she took the panty off her ankles and placed it on the ground, she seemed to come to her senses, looking a little flustered.

"What's wrong?" I asked, admiring her alluring naked body.

My sister kept rolling her eyes, then covered her private parts with her hand. "If you look at me like that again, I'm going back to my room." Then, as if remembering something, she asked, "When are you going to start hypnotizing me?"

I'd forgotten she was waiting for my hypnosis. I laughed, "Okay, come sit here."

My sister kept avoiding my gaze, her cheeks as red as apples. Then she picked up a pillow, hugged it to her chest, and sat down next to me.

"Before the hypnosis, you can relax by masturbating," I said.

"What?" My sister stared at me wide-eyed.

"Masturbation, you mean playing with your own penis with your fingers. You always did that before being hypnotized."

My sister looked confused and a little unhappy. "What... I don't want to."

I touched my nose again. "You want to be hypnotized by me? Masturbate."

My sister looked at me, her expression softening slightly. She reached under the pillow in front of her chest and slowly began to move her hand.

I touched my nose and said, "You feel so good. You'll feel more sensitive than usual, and you can make sounds of pleasure. It's okay."

"Mmm...ah..." My sister groaned, her brows furrowed.

I continued to touch my nose and gave her orders, "It feels so good, you can't stop. Unless I tell you to stop, no matter what happens, you'll keep masturbating." I said, then pulled the pillow away from her chest.

The sight of my sister's fingers moving lewdly in her vagina was now fully visible.

"Mmm...don't look, it's so embarrassing." My sister covered her face with her left hand, but her right hand continued to move without stopping.

This won't do. If my sister doesn't see me touching her nose, the hypnotic command won't work. I took her hand away, touched my nose, and said, "Look at me, don't be ashamed, do it properly, make yourself feel better."

My sister's eyes became increasingly unfocused, revealing a lewd aura.

I bent down and licked her nipples, then her navel, then lifted her legs onto the bed, making her sit in a shameful M-shape, continuing to lick her toes, kissing down her calves to the inside of her thighs. My sister

's wet vulva emitted an alluring scent. "Ah...ah..." My sister's voice became more and more frequent, her body trembling continuously.

"You can't climax yet, you can only climax after you get my permission." I commanded again. "

Mmm...oh...ahh ...

I brushed aside the stray hairs from her forehead and gently wiped away the sweat. My sister looked at me with dazed eyes, her fingers continuing to tease her vulva.

"Ah... um... ya ya..." After another moan, she collapsed onto the bed, curling up in a ball, convulsing. "Ah... I can't take it anymore... it's going to break..."

At that moment, my sister looked so small, so pitiful. I stroked her delicate vulva, then took off my pants and sat on the bed.

"Come and give me a blowjob, you'll have an orgasm after I ejaculate."

My sister quickly came over and knelt between my thighs, taking my throbbing, hot penis completely into her mouth.

I felt her tongue skillfully swirling around, a completely different feeling from when I penetrated her while she was unconscious. Her head rose and fell between my legs, eager for me to ejaculate, one hand stroking my scrotum, the other still masturbating.

A tremendous pleasure brewed and swelled in my lower body…

“Ah…I’m going to cum…” I groaned, shooting all my energy into her mouth, feeling that the amount of semen I ejaculated was several times greater than when I used my hands.

“Ah…ah…!” My sister trembled, letting out a cry even sharper than before, seemingly also reaching orgasm.

After the orgasm, she relaxed and lay flat on the bed, but her fingers were still gently probing her vulva, her mouth still containing my semen.

“After I clap my hands twice, you will wake up and remember being hypnotized,”

I said, not knowing where I got the courage from, maybe it was from watching too many pornographic films, I just liked seeing the bewildered look on a woman’s face after waking up from hypnosis. Although I couldn’t predict how my sister would react, I thought that no matter what, I could at least bring her back into a hypnotic state.

Slap, slap.

My sister's eyes lit up, then she sat up as if waking from a dream, spitting the white liquid from her mouth onto her hand. She frowned slightly, muttering, "Toilet paper..." without looking at me, as if talking to herself.

"Huh?" I was a little surprised, momentarily speechless.

"Where's the toilet paper?" My sister turned to look at me, looking a little angry, but not really furious...

I quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper for her. Of course, getting that stuff on the bed is hard to clean; I hadn't expected my sister to care about such things even in this situation.

"That's so mean! How could you bully me like this?" my sister said, wiping the semen off her body with toilet paper.

I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but although my sister's voice sounded angry, it was more like she was being coquettish; her slightly angry eyes were quite adorable.

"Do we often do this?" my sister asked, looking at me. "I don't... like doing this, do I?"

She seemed convinced this wasn't the first time, and of course I wouldn't... or rather, I didn't dare tell her the truth. "So... do you like it?"

"You're so annoying!" My sister blushed and lowered her head.

I moved closer to her, gently kissing her forehead, then lifted her chin and kissed her passionately. My sister didn't resist, naturally responding to me.

This time, I didn't use hypnosis. When I entered her body, I felt the walls of her vagina tightly gripping my penis, as if trying to engulf me. This feeling was more like heaven than oral sex. Our fingers intertwined, our bodies and minds merging together.

Finally, I ejaculated my full load into her body...

After resting briefly, my sister lay on the bed, panting, her face filled with happiness.

"Sister, look at me," I said to her.

"Hmm?" My sister slowly turned her head. Once I was sure her eyes were on me, I blew a breath onto her face. She immediately closed her eyes and returned to her hypnotic state.

The hypnotic suggestion had indeed worked perfectly.

However, I didn't intend to do anything; I just wanted to break her hypnotic state. Actually, I wasn't quite sure why I wanted to break it, but in hypnosis classes, teachers always make sure students leave the hypnotic state. Perhaps there would be some side effects if I didn't?

Although I felt a little regretful, and I didn't know if my sister would let me hypnotize her again, I didn't want to cause her any harm, so I decided to do it properly.

I got off the bed, threw on some clothes, and walked to my sister's side, saying, "Sister, listen carefully. This time, after I count to three, you will be completely awake from the hypnotic state, and all hypnotic suggestions will no longer work on you, understand?"

My sister nodded.

"One, two, three!"

My sister opened her eyes, her whole body practically springing up. She blinked rapidly, her expression incredibly complex. I had no idea what was happening. I had been hoping she would smile at me when she woke up, and then I would gently kiss her.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" My sister screamed, clutching her head.

I was startled. What was going on? "Sis, what's wrong?" I grabbed my sister's shoulders, but she forcefully shook me off, causing me to stumble back several steps.

"Don't touch me! You're disgusting!!" My sister looked up at me fiercely, tears welling in her eyes. "How could you do this to me!!"

My sister grabbed a pillow and threw it at me forcefully, then ran naked out of the room. I chased after her, only to find that she had already returned to her room and closed the door.

"Sis??" I tried to open the door, but she had already locked it. I knocked on the door.

"Get away! Stay away from me!" the older sister shouted from inside the room, her voice choked with sobs.

I heard my sister sobbing in her room. I didn't know what to do, or what had happened. Although I had hypnotized her earlier, I hadn't ordered her to have sex with me afterwards. Why was my sister, who had been so gentle just moments before, suddenly a different person?

My sister had regained her memory!

Yes, that must be it. Looking at it that way, her reaction earlier made sense.

"What should I do?" I thought to myself, feeling my whole body go limp, and I slumped to the floor, stunned.

I don't know how much time passed, but I stared at my sister's door, speechless. One moment I felt like I was in heaven, and the next I felt like I was in hell. Why did I wake her up so easily? Why didn't I hypnotize her to forget everything?

Because at that moment, I felt our hearts were connected.

I mustered my courage and went to the door.

"Sister, can I hear you?" I leaned against the door, speaking into the room. "Please believe me, I didn't mean to..." I paused, hesitating, unsure of the right words. Rape? Drugging? Did I do something so terrible in my sister's mind?

"I didn't mean to do this to you," I avoided harsh words. "I thought you were willing... I thought we were mutually in love, so I..." I paused, listening to the sobs coming from my sister's room. "Believe me, I don't want you to be sad. I don't want to see you angry or disappointed. I love your smile."

I felt incredibly confused. I wasn't even sure how much of what I said was true, but at least the last sentence was 100% true: I love her smile.

"You know what? Before yesterday, I don't think I ever saw you smile. You were always so serious and earnest. Every time I was in front of you, I felt worthless and suffocated," I took a deep breath and continued, "It's really awful, even though I don't belong in this family, I sometimes think how wonderful it would be if you disappeared..."

"I feel like I don't belong. Ever since Mom passed away, I've felt like I shouldn't have been born, like the whole world has wronged me," I said, my words somewhat contradictory, but that's the contradiction of my life. On one hand, I felt miserable, yet I lived a comfortable life on my father's money. "But I'm different now. I'm no longer that wretched brat, because I've found someone I want to protect no matter what!"

I took a deep breath and said to the door, "Sister, I love you. I'll take responsibility."

I stared at the door, hoping for a response from my sister, but the room was silent. Even my sister's sobs had stopped. I could only hear my own breathing. A terrible premonition suddenly rose in my heart. "Sister!" I knocked on the door and called out, then pressed my ear to the door to listen carefully, but still no sound.

"Sister! Can you hear me!" I shouted, continuing to knock on the door, but there was still no sound from my sister's room.

Oh God, if something happened to my sister, I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life!

"Sister! Open the door!" I screamed frantically, pounding on the door with all my might. It shouldn't have taken long, but it felt like half an hour before I finally broke it open.

I imagined the worst, but all I saw was my sister, already dressed, sitting in the corner opposite the door, quietly watching me.

"What did you think I was doing?" my sister said coldly, slowly standing up. "Did you think I would commit suicide?"

The answer was definitely yes, but I looked at my sister, unable to answer.

"I'm not as cowardly as you!" she shouted excitedly, tears streaming down her face. "You never consider yourself part of this family, how can I accept you!" My sister looked at me, panting heavily.

To be honest, I didn't really understand what my sister meant by those words. I just wanted to tell her that I was no longer that coward. I went forward and hugged her tightly. I felt my sister's slender shoulders trembling slightly, but she didn't resist, quietly pressing her face against my chest.

I wish time could stand still at this moment.

"You have to fix the door for me," my sister murmured in my arms.

My sister and I became lovers.

With a goal in mind, I finally found a job and entered the workforce. Although my salary is much lower than my sister's, I will work hard in my own way. One day, I will make my sister look at me with disdain. The only thing left is how to let my stepfather know about this.

I don't know if he will be very angry, but my sister and I are not related by blood. It's easy for things to happen when a man and a woman are alone in a room. He probably won't be too shocked. Anyway, he won't be back for several months. I'll worry about it then.

And so, a happy ending.

It seems like I forgot something...

Why did my sister lose her memory?

Actually, it was for a very trivial reason. My sister told me that she went to see a psychologist a while ago because she was under a lot of pressure. After the psychologist hypnotized her, he suggested that she "forget everything after being hypnotized" to release the pressure. Of course, the psychologist would always make sure she returned to normal after each session.

However, during the stage hypnosis session that day, the hypnotist only deactivated the "hypnotic suggestion for tonight," so the suggestion that caused the memory loss remained. The next day, when I hypnotized my sister, I deactivated all her hypnotic suggestions, and she regained her memory.

Actually, we didn't want to pursue it any further. Anyway, my sister no longer needs to see a psychologist. When she feels stressed again, my hypnotic stress relief method is much better than that of a doctor.

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