The Power of Mesmerism (2 page)

She at once complied with his request, and he sat by her side watching
with glaring eye the rise and fall of her lovely bosom as she sang him
a charming little song, full of simple natural tenderness. He was, in
fact, lusting madly for his own sister, and why not?

In the earliest history of our own race incest was no sin; why should
we now consider it as such? On the other hand what can be more
intensely exciting than the knowledge that one is indulging every
feeling of lasciviousness conjointly with one united so nearly by ties
of blood and kindred.

When she had finished he burned to enjoy her, but dared not, and with
an effort he left the room, saying that he had some letters to write.

He went to his bedroom, but on his way thither he saw the adjoining
door open and recognized a dress his sister had worn on the previous
evening hanging against the wall. Her bed was still unmade, her
nightdress was lying on it, and by the side of the bed a pair of
drawers that she left there on changing her underlinen. He rushed to
the bed, kissed the nightdress, and literally glued his lips to that
portion of her drawers which had covered her darling little cunt. He
was so excited that he could scarcely forbear from spending on the
spot. Hearing approaching footsteps he immediately made his way to his
own room, and bolting the door, he tore off his trousers. Doubling up
the pillow, he inserted his erect prick between the folds, and
straining it tightly between his thighs, threw himself forward on the
bed, and thinking of his darling sister, with a few heaves backwards
and forwards, spent deliciously. He then lay down and pondered over the
best means of attaining his desires, for he resolved that he would
enjoy his sister in every conceivable manner, let the consequences be
what they might.

His meditations were interrupted by the luncheon bell. He descended to
the dining room, and the sight of his sister aroused his desires with
redoubled force; he devoured her with his eyes, and she again exhibited
the same restless and uncomfortable symptoms that possessed her in the
morning; her colour rose, her bosom rose and fell tumultuously, she
squeezed her thighs together, sighed deeply, and seemed altogether
unlike herself.

Seeing this he averted his gaze, and commenced talking on indifferent
subjects. When the servants had left the room, he suggested another
stroll on the grounds, as it was such a lovely afternoon. She consented
with delight, and they set forth.

After rambling some distance from the house, she said, "Frank, my
darling, there is such a lovely summer house in this thicket where I
often come and read, shall we go in and rest?"

Frank was delighted at the idea. It was a charming little retreat,
completely hidden by trees, and furnished most luxuriously—a velvet
couch, an easy chair, and a lounge occupying the whole of one side
invited to repose.

They sat down, and Frank's arm wound round his sister's enticing waist,
and he could not resist kissing those lovely pouting lips. She trembled
like an aspen, and as he gazed into her moist and humid eyes, the
strange symptoms reappeared.

Frank could no longer resist, but holding her thumbs he commenced the
magnetic passes, and she speedily fell into his arms, apparently in a
deep slumber. He now sought to see if he was entirely successful in his
attempt to produce the effect he desired, and therefore taking her in
his arms and laying her on the couch, he said, "Ethel, do you know
where you are?"

"With my darling brother," she replied.

"Do you love him?"

"Madly," was the reply.

"What would you like to do to prove that love?"

"Anything he desires."

"Stand up."

She did so.

"Unfasten your dress; take it off."

She complied immediately.

"Loosen your petticoats and take them off; now your slippers and your
stockings."

The dear girl did exactly as requested, still in the same dreamy,
languid manner. She now stood in her chemise and drawers only, and
Frank felt as if he would faint. This splendid girl standing before
him; lovely ankles, calves, and bare feet and those enchanting breasts
peeping over her embroidered chemise, constituted a most voluptuous
sight.

"Now, my darling," said he, "remove your drawers."

She did so, and he snatched them up and covered them with kisses.

"Now the chemise."

That also was taken off with alacrity, and she was before him perfectly
naked. Heavens! What a sight! The whiteness of her skin, which shone
like alabaster, the exquisite contour of her limbs, and the tremulous
motion which pervaded every muscle, formed a combination of lustful
excitement that utterly baffles description.

He then ordered her to lie down on her back, raise her knees, and place
her heels against her buttocks, then insert her finger in that divine
cunt and frig herself.

She did so.

"How do you feel, darling? Are you going to spend? I will that you
spend at once."

Her whole body stiffened.

"Keep your thighs widely extended," he said, "so that I can see every
throb that convulses your cunt, when the lovely liquor of love oozes
forth."

She obeyed, and with a deep sigh he saw it gush forth and cover her
caressing hand.

He rushed forward and gamahuched her furiously, and then sitting in an
easy chair, said, "Ethel, get up."

She obeyed, and following his commands, knelt in front of him,
unfastened the front of his trousers, inserted her hand, and drew forth
his prick; she then sucked it until with a positive howl of delight he
inundated her mouth with his spendings. He then desired her to rise and
kneel on the couch, then coming behind her he gently pulled apart the
cheeks of her divine bottom, and disclosed the little orifice that lay
nestling between them. This he sucked till he spent again, clasping her
hips as he spent with spasmodic force.

He burned to fuck her, but dared not venture, and after a short time he
ordered her to resume her clothes, and then repeated the passes in a
contrary direction until she recovered her senses, and to his great
delight, she evidently knew nothing of what had taken place.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge had not returned when they reached the house,
and they found a note stating that they were detained and could not be
home till the following day.

On reading this Frank immediately remembered the proximity of his
sister's bedroom and determined, at any risk, to gratify his intense
desire with respect to her, this very night.

Before retiring he embraced her warmly, pressing her breasts against
his chest and pushing his belly against hers; to his intense delight he
felt her whole frame vibrate from the intensity of her emotion as her
head fell on his shoulder.

He bade her good night and departed to his room.

As soon as he was convinced the house was quiet he gently opened his
door and stole on tiptoe to his sister's room. To his intense delight
it was unfastened.

He entered and saw his sister lying on her snowy bed, which was
illumined by the rays of the moon.

She slept; he watched for some moments the rise and fall of her bosom,
and the exquisite beauty of her face, and then commenced to mesmerize
her again. She moaned faintly, and appeared restless.

"Sleep," said he, and she immediately became quiet.

"Ethel," he continued, "do you know who is speaking to you?"

"Yes, my darling brother."

He next pulled down the bed-clothes, and gently placed himself by her
side, naked as he was.

"My darling," said he, "take off your night dress and chemise."

She raised herself in the bed and did so, and then lay down again.

He clasped her in his arms, utterly intoxicated with his anticipated
bliss.

The contact of her skin with his own, the knowledge that she was
unconscious of what he was doing, and that it was his own sister,
almost maddened him.

He was literally consumed with lust, and embraced her in every
direction. Passing his arms between her thighs, he nestled his head on
her divine belly. He next shifted it to her bosom, then he placed his
prick between those firm and pouting breasts, then between her thighs.
He next placed his finger inside the lips of her cunt, and found to his
surprise that it entered easily.

"Thank God," he muttered, "she has been frigged, possibly fucked, and I
shall not hurt her."

He willed her to take his prick and insert it in that divine recess,
and to his intense joy he succeeded in burying himself in her with
scarcely any difficulty.

He then lay powerless, and the spasm overtook him and ebbed forth into
the inmost recesses of his sister's cunt.

He lay for a few moments in a profound lethargy, when he suddenly found
his sister's cunt contracting and throbbing around his prick, which was
still soaking within her. This fired him anew, and placing both hands
beneath her buttocks, he pressed her cunt towards him with the utmost
force, while driving in and out of her with deep and body-killing
thrusts. They both spent simultaneously, and after a short pause he
arose and contemplated her, then willing her to resume her night dress
and chemise, he returned to his own room, fearing that he might fall
asleep and be discovered in the morning.

As he lay down he noticed a ray of light in a dark corner of his room,
and on examining the panelling, found that a crevice existed through
which he could see perfectly into his sister's room. There she still
lay slumbering peacefully, and it suddenly struck him that he had
forgotten to awaken her from the magnetic sleep which evidently still
overpowered her.

He immediately commenced the necessary process and, to his delight,
found that it had the same effect, notwithstanding the wall which
intervened.

She rose in the bed, and altering her position, lay calmly and
naturally.

He retired to bed again, but was restless and excited and could not
sleep; his prick was still stiff, and every nerve throbbed.

He lay tossing about in this way for an hour or so, when he suddenly
heard a sound of whispering in the next room, and on peeping through
the crevice into his sister's apartment, beheld a sight that rendered
him spellbound and breathless.

He saw on her bed a figure perfectly naked, and of the most exquisite
form, rivalling that of Ethel herself. She was kneeling and in the act
of pulling the clothes from his sister, and raising her night dress,
gazed ardently at her cunt. "How wet and sticky it is to-night, Miss.
You must have had such a wet dream."

The lovely stranger placed her fingers within it and rubbed them about
in the moisture, and then substituted her tongue, sucking luxuriously
the lips and clitoris, and thrusting in the velvet tip as far as it
would go into the vagina, until Ethel murmured, "It is coming again,
Mabel. Oh! Oh! Suck harder, my dear." He now recognised the stranger as
a housemaid who had attracted his attention on more than one occasion
during the short time he had been in the house.

His sister now sought Mabel's cunt, and inserting a finger, commenced
pushing it backwards and forwards as she embraced her lovely buttocks
with her disengaged arm, burying her tongue within the rosy bottom-hole.

They writhed like two serpents, their bodies arched, and then they fell
prone on each other, every muscle vibrating as they spent in all the
agonies of lasciviousness.

Frank seized his prick and frigged himself in unison with their
movements, spouting out a torrent of sperm at the same moment as the
two lovely tribades lost consciousness in their blissful convulsions.

When he looked again Ethel had taken the housemaid across her knees,
and was rubbing her belly and sucking her nipples, ever and anon
allowing her hand to wander between her thighs. She then turned her
with her belly downwards, so that their cunts were in contact, and
again passing her hand between Mabel's thighs, she rubbed the profuse
spendings with which their cunts overflowed into her exposed
bottom-hole, and then inserting her finger, pushed it in and out its
entire length, whilst Mabel struggled to release herself.

At length she succeeded, and the housemaid lay flat on her back with
Ethel reversed above her, and the sound of their mutual sucking, as
their heads were between each other's thighs, drove Frank almost to the
verge of distraction.

They swayed to and fro, and pressed each other with their utmost
strength, until it was evident they were spending again. Still the
gamahuching continued, until they seemed utterly exhausted; and Mabel,
kissing Ethel madly, left the room, evidently to return to her own
before the other servants were stirring, as the day was already
breaking.

Frank was utterly bewildered, but now determined that he would use his
knowledge and ravish his darling sister without the aid of mesmerism
before many days had passed.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge returned about midday, and Frank was again
struck by his mother's rare beauty and the fullness of her magnificent
bosom. He looked at her fixedly, and, strange to say, she seemed
affected by his gaze much in the same manner as his sister had been at
first.

Frank felt a thrill of delight as the bare possibility occurred to him
of revelling in his mother's charms, but he felt that if he ever did
succeed the utmost caution would be necessary.

In the afternoon he took another stroll with his sister, and they soon
found themselves in the summer house.

They sat side by side on the couch, and Frank warmly embraced her,
pressing her to him with voluptuous energy. She looked into his eyes
and breathed heavily. His hand roved down and pressed one cheek of her
buttocks, which he felt undulate beneath her bottom.

"You must not do that," she murmured, "it makes me feel sick and ill."