The Power of Mesmerism

Brackley Hall was a fine old place in the lovely country of Devon and
had been in the possession of the Etheridges for centuries.

The park was beautifully wooded, and stretched down on one side to the
coast, commanding in all directions the most enchanting views.

Mr. Etheridge was a man of some forty years of age, of singularly
handsome appearance, and bore evident traces of the Italian blood which
flowed in his veins. He had the appearance of a man having strong
amorous passions, but his manners were as gentle as those of a woman,
and he was universally popular throughout the whole county.

His wife was a woman of unusual beauty. Descended from an old Spanish
family, she had married when but sixteen years of age; Mr. Etheridge
having met her at the house of some friends, and as they mutually fell
in love with each other, their united entreaties overcame the objection
raised on account of her youth, and in fact the warm blood that flowed
in her veins had ripened her beauty to an extent almost unusual in
those of more phlegmatic races.

She was now in her thirty-fifth year, and in the full zenith of her
charms. An exquisitely shaped head graced a neck and shoulders white as
alabaster, large liquid eyes, and long drooping lashes, a nose of
perfect form, and two ruby pouting lips that seemed made to be kissed.

Her form was magnificent, of commanding height, widely spreading hips,
and a bosom of massive proportions, the firmness of which rendered
stays entirely unnecessary; a fact that was evident on watching the
rise and fall of those two lovely globes, their form being perfectly
defined even to the nipples, beneath her well-fitting dress.

Her glance was electric, and it was impossible to meet her look
unmoved, she exhaled an atmosphere of voluptuousness of the most
maddening force.

Her daughter Ethel, who had left school in Paris but a few months, was
the very counterpart of her lovely mother in her leading features. She
had just completed her seventeenth year, and was of tall, graceful
stature, with a perfect figure. The smallness of her waist contrasted
perfectly with the ravishing fullness of bosom and wideness of hips.
She had the liquid eyes of her mother, but they were suffused with a
humidity that was perfectly maddening, and the expression of every
feature of her lovely face and palpitating form spoke of a warmth of
temperament and lascivious abandon that would have tempted an anchorite.

On a bright summer afternoon, in the year 18—, father, mother, and
daughter were waiting at the railway station, anxiously expecting the
arrival of the remaining member of the family, Frank, who, a year older
than Ethel, had been finishing his education in Germany, and was now
returning to take up his residence at Brackley.

At last the train arrived, and they hardly recognised the handsome,
tall, and fine-looking young fellow who leaped out to greet them.

A few hours after reaching the house the parents noted a peculiar
change that had taken place in their son. A dreamy languor seemed to
have taken possession of him, in place of the exuberant flow of animal
spirits that characterised him as a boy. He had a strange habit of
looking as though he were endeavouring to read the very thoughts of
those with whom he came in contact.

Mrs. Etheridge noticed this particularly, but thinking he was fatigued
by his long journey, made no remark. But the most remarkable effect was
produced on Ethel; her brother seemed utterly unable to remove his eyes
from her. Her singular beauty, and the nameless charm that pervaded
her, seemed to have an irresistible attraction for him. Every time that
his eye rested on her she trembled violently, and seemed labouring
under some mysterious and powerful influence. Her lovely breasts
heaved, and the humidity of her eyes increased, and she still seemed
unusually excited after her brother had left the room in order to dress
for dinner.

Some friends had been invited to dine, and Frank found himself placed
between his mother and sister. He glanced alternately at the two lovely
bosoms, well exposed by the low dresses each of them wore; and his face
flushed, and he seemed for the moment about to faint, but almost
immediately recovering himself, he proceeded with his dinner and joined
in the conversation.

In the course of the meal he ventured again to glance at his sister,
and as she was leaning forward he saw the lovely valley between those
hills of snow.

He accidentally pressed his knee against hers, she immediately looked
at him fondly, and her breasts rose and fell tumultuously as she
mechanically pressed closer to him.

Nothing further happened on this occasion, but they had a most charming
evening in the drawing room, and Ethel and Frank seemed to have formed
a more than usually close friendship. They had not seen each other for
four years, and their reunion seemed a source of the greatest delight
to both of them. Mrs. Etheridge also inspired her son with the most
intense affection.

Before retiring for the night Frank proposed an early walk on the
grounds, as he was anxious to renew his acquaintance with all the spots
so attractive to him when a boy, and Ethel joyously assented. Six
o'clock was agreed to, which would leave them two good hours until
breakfast time.

When Ethel retired to rest she was in a state of wild excitement and
could not banish her darling brother's image from her thoughts.

At length she fell into a troubled sleep, and after tossing wildly
about, awoke suddenly and found that she was spending, her nightdress
and chemise were saturated, and her lovely cunt was throbbing with the
extasy. She was no stranger to this sensation (as the reader will
subsequently learn), as she habitually produced the result with her
fingers; but this emission seemed more madly exciting than any she had
ever felt before, and was produced without the usual means. At length
she fell asleep again, but dreamt continually of her brother.

He, for his part, was mentally exercising a power he had acquired in
Germany (the peculiar circumstance of the manner in which he gained
this knowledge will be duly explained later on), and this was
sufficient to account for his sister's condition.

Punctually at six o'clock on the following morning, brother and sister
met in the hall. She threw herself into his arms and embraced him with
great affection. "You darling brother," said she, "how glad I am to
have you back with us; it seems like a new world to me."

"My dearest sister," replied he, "it is I who am the happy one, I
cannot express to you the delight and happiness I feel in your society,
after so long an absence."

After embracing again they started on their ramble; Ethel pointed out
all her pet flowers and every spot that she liked, until they found
themselves, at length, in a charming little grove overhanging the beach.

"Frank, darling," said she, "I have a headache; shall we sit down here
and rest a short time until it goes away?"

"Certainly, my darling, and I think I can relieve that headache by a
simple expedient I learned in Germany."

He then sat down opposite to her, and taking her two thumbs held them
in the palm of his left hand, while with the right he made passes from
her head to her feet, at the same time gazing into her eyes with a
literally devouring look.

As he proceeded the humidity in her lovely eyes increased until the
eyelids at last closed, and her head sank on her bosom.

After continuing the passes for a short time longer, her brother, still
keeping his eyes fixed on her, gradually allowed her hands to slip away
from his, and fall on her lap. He appeared intensely excited, his
nostrils were dilated, he breathed hard, and his eyes seemed to burn in
their sockets.

He gently laid Ethel down on her back, and after waiting to satisfy
himself that she was in a fast mesmeric sleep, he placed one throbbing
hand on her hip, and gradually raising it till he found the lovely
prominence of one charming bosom, then his other hand sought its
companion, and he pressed those heaving hills of snow which he felt
perfectly under her thin muslin dress. He next knelt down by her side,
and brought her breasts fully to view; they were indeed lovely, the two
little pink nipples were stiffly erected, and seemed wooing to be
kissed. She wore no stays, and his hand wandered over her lovely
velvety skin down to her enchanting belly. Then rising, he leant
forwards and gradually raised her dress in front.

First, her lovely ankles were seen, then her swelling calves,
beautifully shaped knees, and glorious thighs. Frank felt faint and
sick, and was compelled to desist from further exploration till he had
somewhat recovered.

In a few moments he gently separated those divine thighs, and his eyes
were riveted on his sister's darling little cunt, which now lay fully
exposed to view. Two lovely coral lips, which were slightly parted,
moist and throbbing, first met his gaze. He separated them yet further
with his finger and saw the exquisite clitoris perfectly visible.
Utterly unable to resist the temptation, he glued his lips to the
lovely spot, and titillated the clitoris with his tongue. Almost
immediately she began to writhe and twist about, and he felt her balmy
emission flow into his mouth as she spent with low moans. He then
desisted, and releasing his bursting prick commenced slowly to frig
himself, while gazing on the exquisite beauties exhibited to his view.
With spasmodic jerks the semen flew from him while he moaned with
pleasure.

Now fearing discovery, he carefully wiped his sister's cunt with his
handkerchief, which he madly kissed afterwards, and adjusted her dress,
removed all traces of his own spending, and proceeded to awaken his
sister. Placing her in a sitting position against a tree, he
recommenced his passes, this time in a contrary direction, and she soon
after opened her eyes.

After looking at him vaguely for a moment, she flung her arms round his
neck, and kissed him. "Oh," she said, "I have been asleep, and had such
a delicious dream."

"Has your headache gone?" said he.

"Oh," she replied, "I did have a headache, but not a symptom of it
remains."

She was evidently utterly unconscious of all that had taken place, and
her brother suggested they should resume their walk.

At breakfast Mrs. Etheridge said, "You have had a walk betimes this
morning, my children, and you are both looking quite rosy."

So they were, but she little knew the cause.

After breakfast Mr. Etheridge addressed himself to his son, "Your mamma
and myself are obliged to go to Lynton this afternoon on family
business, and I fear we shall not be able to return until late, but I
have no doubt you will be able to amuse yourself; Ethel will, I am
sure, do her best to keep you from getting dull on your first arrival
at home, after so long an absence."

When they had started, Frank accompanied Ethel into her sitting room,
and begged her to sing and play for him, in order that he might hear
what progress she had made.