Eighteen year old Ronja rushed into her room, dropping her schoolbag on the bed. It’s scarlet color did not mix particularly well with the blue color of the walls. And while Ronja loved her schoolbag she didn’t particularly like the blue on the wall. She felt so much older than when she had chosen color and furniture for her room. To lessen some of the blueness she had decorated the walls with large two posters of herding dogs and one of her favorite band, The Ark.

On the whole she liked her room in the century old building in central Stockholm. Especially she like the large window where you could sit on the window board and look out over the large lake Mälaren and the southern part of Stockholm on the other side of the water.

Today Ronja had no time for sitting on the window board. She opened the wardrobe and started to sort through the clothes. The dinner had taken more time than she expected since her father had done some experimentation with a new food recipe.

She found herself a pair of jeans. They looked a bit worn, but matched her desire for more durable clothes. Jeans was not really Ronja’s favorite kind of clothes. Still they would do perfectly for the planned evening activities. She put the Jeans on her bed. She pulled off her skirt and put it into the wardrobe.

Glancing at the watch by the bed she determined that she was not in the hurry she had previously assumed. Her hurry had made her slightly warm and she started to dig around inside her drawer by the bed to find an elastic string to tie her hair. For once there actually was one there and Ronja smiled a satisfied grin.

Her dark hair was well past her shoulders so it was a great relief to get her hair into a ponytail when she was warm. She took the time to look at her image in the mirror on her drawer.

When she was younger she had disliked her freckles and slim body that for years refused to put on any female forms. Now at eighteen her body had finally decided to catch up, and she had a more round waist (but still narrow) and c-cup breasts. From the look from the guys she assumed her breasts were greatly attractive, not that she really could see sexual charm herself. She supposed it was the same for guys that were straight, their opinions about whom of them that was attractive did not match reality particularly well.

The smile on Ronja’s lips disappeared when the door to her room suddenly busted open. Her younger blond stepbrother John had like usual decided to enter without knocking first.

“Peter sure took his time with dinner,” the nonchalant sixteen year old teen said. Peter was his stepfather, Ronja’s father.

You could not say that he really stared at her, but he did not hesitate to take a good look at Ronja in her panties and tight tank top. At one level Ronja could reason that she showed a lot less skin than her summer bikini, so that he watched should not matter. On the other hand the way he burst into her room made her mad. This thought made her finally pull herself together and shout. “Out! Can’t you bloody learn how to knock?”

“Sorry, I assumed you would be ready to leave. We should get going on the evenings urban exploring trip,” he replied, still with the same irritating smirk on his lips.

“Don’t be so damn cocky, what if I decide that I prefer to do the urban exploring alone with Maria?” Ronja asked. The smirk dropped from his lips.

“Sorry, I should know better than to burst into your room,” he responded. “I was really wondering when Maria would get here, and did not think it through. You never told me when she will be here,” he excused himself.

He hid it well, but Ronja could tell that John really was worried about the thought that he could not join them.

“You are really anxious about getting to be near Maria for an evening, aren’t you?” Ronja teased. He shrugged nonchalantly, but she could tell that her words had hit him squarely. “Maria will be here by seven o’clock, but I need to do some studies before that,” she continued.

“Thanks. Seven, then I know,” he said and then hesitated. “You going to do your hypno stuff?” he asked.

John was referring to Ronja’s use of self hypnosis to aid her studies. It was something that she had learned from her now dead mother. You could rapidly learn lists of facts if you were in a hypnotic state and even though Ronja was still an amateur in the craft she had got hang of the basis.

“Yes I intend to do that, could you please leave,” Ronja replied.

“Can I please watch?” John asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

Ronja did not like the thought of that at all. When she had put herself in a state of self hypnosis she would be susceptible of post-hypnotic commands. At least she could be in danger of such if her subconscious trusted her stepbrother enough.

It did not seem very likely that she would thrust her mischievous brother, but all the warnings from her mother to never allow herself to be put into hypnosis with people you did not thrust absolutely made it sound like a bad idea.

“No absolutely not,” Ronja answered.

“See you at seven then,” John said and left the room. Ronja closed the door behind him and regretted that she had no key to lock the door.

After pulling on her jeans she booted her computer and picked up the school books. She needed to learn an awful lot of new Spanish words before tomorrow. With her father married to Carol from England she had picked up English easily enough from Carol and John, but with other languages she needed to study like everyone else.

Currently Carol was away in England working for a couple of month, but the family still defaulted to English even though John had mastered Swedish well enough after living in Sweden since he was ten.

It took a few minutes to make a recording of the list of Spanish words she needed to know by tomorrow. This recording she combined with a recording of herself ordering herself to memorize the words and a recording of the key phrase that would wake her up.

She also brought forward an analog tape that had a long silence and the wake up key phrase at the end. This tape was the backup in case the computer malfunctioned. Her mother had never bothered with such precautions, the hypnosis would fade after a while no matter what. Ronja did like the extra safety and kept using it to feel more secure.

Finally finished with the preparations she pushed play on both devices and started to mumble the nonsense Latin like phrase that her mother had invented to make it impossible that anyone would ever say the hypnotic phrase by mistake.

It happened very quickly. At one moment Ronja was mumbling the phrase over and over and then suddenly she found herself laying down. The computer had finished playing the recording while the emergency tape still had not reached the wakeup phrase.

Ronja glanced at the list of words and had no problem to tell the meaning of every one. With a satisfied smile she turned off the tape and sat down by the computer.

The target for the evening trip was an abandoned hospital in one of the suburbs of the Stockholm. When Beckomberga hospital had been created in 1935 it had been outside the central city. The location far from the city had made it easier to make people accept a psychiatric hospital that at its prime housed 2000 mentally ill persons.

Today the city had expanded and the suburb of Bromma now enclosed the Beckomberga area totally. Still the actual hospital had remained mostly untouched since it closed down in 1995. From Ronja’s research she knew the western part of the hospital, named Stora Kvinns was presently used to evacuate hospitalized old people when their normal hospital needed to be rebuilt. The eastern part named Stora Mans on the other hand remained untouched.

Stora Mans had held male persons, and for years there had been talk about converting the building to offices without anything happening. It was quite odd that this part of the old hospital had remained untouched since most of the other houses had been converted to offices and apartments. Recent talk about how the rebuilding finally might be started had convinced Ronja and Maria that they needed to act if they wanted to see the place before it was gone.

Ronja printed a map of the area and checked that she had both her main flashlight and her spare one with her. Satisfied that she had everything prepared she exited her room and joined John that impatiently waited at the entrance of the apartment.

* * *

“A shame with all the tags on the walls,” Maria said as they moved into yet another empty room.

They had entered the building with some difficulty, the current owner of the building seemed intent to minimize the number of people that came there and vandalized the place.

Judging from the poor state of the place this effort was either futile or had begun far too late. Most of the place had been trashed and painted with tags. Ronja had finally solved the entry problem by realizing they could climb the building to reach an open window on the second floor.

John was a bit edgy, perhaps from the atmosphere of the place. For the most part he seemed busy looking at Maria that currently was leading the exploration. It was unclear to Ronja if Maria had failed to notice what on impact she had on the younger guy, or if she on purpose refused to notice him.

“That is morbid,” Maria said and pointed towards a wall. Someone had painted a picture of a guard or a police that had his head cleaved. This painting was actually not recent, it looked likely it had been painted by some person held at the psychiatric hospital.

“At least they did not add any tags on that wall,” Ronja said.

The picture filled her with unease. If the person painting the picture really was alive she really hoped that he had recovered from the mental illness or still was locked up somewhere.

It was one of the few downsides with urban exploring. Far to often she and Maria ran into homeless people that so obviously had very large mental problems. People that claimed the current state of treatment of the mentally ill was good were either delusional or purposely kept themselves from learning the true story.

Most of the homeless left the girls alone when they explained they were urban exploring, but from time to time she and Maria had encountered creeps that felt lust when they saw the teenagers. Fortunately they could never catch the two nubile woman. Still the most scary people were those people that was so high on drugs and mental illness that they were totally unpredictable. For the night that did not seem like a problem, no other living being seemed to be present. That did not mean they felt alone.

“Are there movement sensors up there?” John exclaimed, pointing towards the roof.

“Yep,” Maria said. “If they are connected then we will have some guards here sooner or later. If that happens we will need to run if we want to avoid explaining what we are doing here to our parents.”

“I thought this to be safe,” John objected, hesitation filling his voice.

“Don’t be a sissy, the thrill about avoid getting caught is part of the charm,” Ronja said.

“You are Ronja’s brother and worry about getting caught,” Maria said and burst into laughter.

“No, I do not,” John responded with a red face. “I just assumed that you would have checked what motion connectors that are active before we walked below them.”

“I asked around on the Internet and more than a couple of them were active in July. Naturally there is not any public information from the guards about what motion detectors that are working. Sooner or later we will need to run when guards appear. Hopefully they have other things to act on during an autumn night like this,” Ronja said.

“Just great!” John said and moved ahead.

Perhaps he wanted to show himself bold, in a room that looked like it had been used by the personal of the psychiatric hospital he started to yank at the tapestry at the wall.

“There is something behind the tapestry, I am sure of it!” John shouted.

“You should not destroy things when urban exploring, just watch and take pictures,” Maria objected. He did not listen and with a satisfied groan he removed the tapestry to reveal a hidden box inside the wall.

They all froze as they stared at the enigmatic box that had been placed inside a hollow in the wall.

“How could the box be retrieved without destroying the tapestry?” Ronja wondered.

The others had no answer on that. With trembling fingers John picked the box out and put it down on the floor. He opened it and bent down to investigate. Maria and Ronja groaned in irritation, but obviously it was John’s catch and it seemed reasonable that he aught to get to investigate first.

“You won’t believe this,” John said. “There is a dildo here.”

“Dildo?” both woman asked in union.

Now they could not control themselves anymore and pushed John aside. Inside the box there was a ivory dildo, a small hand mirror and a piece of paper.

“Do you think one of the people locked in this place hid this here?” Maria wondered.

“This part of the hospital held males, why a dildo?” Ronja responded.

“It was my find, I get to chose what to take first,” John said and tried to force himself a place by the box again. Maria grunted in irritation and blocked his move and pushed him away. John stared back at her startled that she could do this even though he was slightly taller and definitely more muscled. Somehow he seemed to have forgotten that Maria had spent much time training different martial arts.

His ego won’t be able to cope with this. He will nag me about this for ages. It it so against the rules to take something when you urban exploring, but anything is better then having his ego crushed Ronja thought.

“I think it is fair that John get to chose first,” Ronja said.

“We should not take stuff,” Maria objected.

“If we leave it then it will just be destroyed when they redo the place,” John said and made another attempt to reach the box again. This time Maria let him succeed.

“I take the paper,” he said and picked it up. “You are next sis.”

Ronja looked at the mirror and the dildo, she would also have preferred the paper to learn more about why the box had been hidden in the wall. She took the mirror, it actually looked quite nice below all the dust.

“Just great you leave the dildo to me, I get to take the used dildo,” Maria complained loudly.

“If that really is ivory then it is the most valued object,” John said.

“Oh, how nice of you, I can try to sell an used ivory dildo. I suppose they will never wonder how I got hold of that one,” Maria countered in a gruff voice.

“Please Maria, don’t be so stiff. It is just stuff in a box,” Ronja said, hoping to calm the situation.

“Sorry, I am just tense. Feels icky to handle an dildo like that,” Maria said.

“You mean like there could be a ghost attached to the dildo?” John asked.

“No, not like that,” Maria replied with a hurt voice. She was a hardcore skeptic against things of claimed supernatural origin. “Would you like to touch a used dildo, yourself?” she asked.

He blushed and then countered. “I would not mind touching a dildo. It is not like there is some magical contamination from the sex that spreads to the dildo. You would not mind to make out with some guy, right?”

It was Maria’s turn to blush deeply. Worse it looked like she was one the way to become really angry.

“I think it might be dangerous to touch the dildo,” Ronja said. The others froze and stared at her in surprise.

“I mean, there might be a ghost connected to the dildo that gets attached to you if you pick the dildo up,” Ronja explained.

“Don’t be silly,” Maria said. She seemed to be calming down.

“It would be especially dangerous if you picked the dildo up and said something like, ghost of this object I, a young virgin, take your object into my hand fully accepting that you might become attached to me,” Ronja proclaimed in a theatrical voice.

John had by now bent down laughing while Maria was also smiling.

“Thanks friend for getting me to get my perspectives right,” Maria said and bent down and snatched the dildo. It was quite large, but nothing out of the ordinary happened when she took it. She blew away dust from it to examine it closer.

“I think there maybe is something faint inscribed here, but it is impossible to read before I clear the dirt,” Maria said.

Ronja’s fingers was a bit numb from coldness and she shifted the mirror over to her left hand.

“What about the text on the paper?” she asked.

“I am trying to read it, but the handwriting is worse than my granny’s. It just like looks like random sequences of syllables,” John answered as he studied it with flashlight. The light of his flashlight had begun to weaken.

“Let me see it,” Maria said and pointed her sharp flashlight on it. After a few moments she just shook her head in confusion.

“I don’t get what language it is even, but perhaps the handwriting is confusing us,” Maria said.

Ronja was on the way to join them when she heard something that sounded like a door opening.

“The guard is here, time to run,” Ronja said as she placed the mirror in her backpack. The others did the same with their finding and they then begun their hasty exit from the house.

If anything should be said about the escape it was that John got some of his male pride back as he ran faster than them and was of great assistance as they climbed down to the ground.

Maria and Ronja did not mind the assistance, they were barely down before the guard came running out of the building. The three urban explores ran like crazy and only the fact that the guard ended the chase after ten blocks of residential houses saved them from getting caught.

* * *

An hour later Ronja relaxed in the shower, letting the hot water flow over her. It was a boon that the apartment had two separate showers. Her father rarely took a shower in the morning so unless her stepmother Carol was home Ronja and John did not need to argue about who took too much time in bathroom. Her friends at school had real horror stories about the stress such arguments could cause.

The clothes she had used during the urban exploring had been so filthy that she had hesitated about bringing them inside. It was a great relief to dump them in the wash-bin and get herself clean. Satisfied with the shower Ronja removed the shower curtain.

Confused she stared at the peg that normally held her bath towel, unexpectedly it was empty. In fact there wasn’t any towel in the whole bathroom.

“How nice of somebody to decide to wash all towels without asking first,” Ronja mumbled sarcastically.

Could she call for somebody to bring her a new towel? Problem was just that she knew her father Peter had went to bed early because he started work early tomorrow and she did not want wake him up. Besides John might still be in the shower and out of hearing distance.

She considered if she should dig through the wash-bin for some of her clothes that was not as filthy as those from the evening. To carry dirty clothes after the shower did not feel very appealing.

“Why not make a dash over to my room, it is just an empty house,” Ronja mumbled. She opened the door and listened carefully, the apartment was silent.

After hesitating some, she left the bathroom and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Her room was on the left, behind John’s room. When she reached the top of the stairs she, to her horror, saw the door to John’s room open.

“Was ist los…” John begun saying when he suddenly saw Ronja stark naked in front of him.

At this moment he did really stare. Staring at her black hair, still wet from the shower, dropping down on her well developed breasts. Looking at her tight stomach as she pulled it in as she shrugged backwards when she saw his gaze. Looking at the neatly trimmed wet hair around her pussy that still produced drops that ran down her trim legs.

His mouth formed in a silent “wow” sound as his gaze returned to her breasts like if he wanted to memorize the image for all eternity. Ronja felt herself turning even more crimson. With a shudder she realized she in her surprise did not try to cover herself. She stood there in front him with her whole body at display. Quickly she placed her arms in front of her breast and her pussy, it felt horribly inadequate.

“Running around naked at home, that is a new one,” John said as he forced himself to look at her face.

He had only a pair of loose boxers. Ronja did not need any imagination to know that he had turned rock hard. When did her brother get so large? He was her little brother, but suddenly she found his maleness much larger than she ever could have imagined. He was a grown man.

“There was no towel in the bath room,” Ronja explained. She hurried past him and disappeared into her room.

It was a great relief to be behind a closed door.

If anyone had asked Ronja the day before how she would feel if her stepbrother saw her naked she would probably have said something about it being awkward but not a big deal. After experiencing it in real life she had completely changed opinion. It was horrible.

Slowly she used a towel to dry herself. Each time she closed her eyes she had the image of John’s horny stare intruding on her. It made her body tingle. She could understand that he as a guy could not help reacting on the vision of her body, still it made her edgy and irritated.

She had always assumed him sometimes intruding on her privacy was just something he did without really thinking about it. Since she knew he had been having a crush on Maria for years, the thought that she herself might feature in his sex fantasies had never crossed her mind.

“Okay calm down,” she mumbled. “He finds me sexually attractive even though we are step-siblings. On the other hand it was my own fault for being there naked. It is not like the end of the world if he thinks I am attractive.”

Saying it aloud calmed her some, but she could still not shake the memory of his stare. She sat down on the bed and considered her options. The most extreme solution would be try to use a hypnotic trigger to make herself focus on something else.

It did not feel like such a good idea. How could she possibly phrase a hypnotic trigger so that it did only apply in this situation?

For a moment she considered the mess she would be in if the hypnotic trigger applied to every situation when he gave evidence of being sexually aroused by her presence. You could say ignorance is a bliss, but what if somebody overheard and did draw the wrong conclusions? Not that she expected John to do something nasty, but he had too much of sense of humor to ignore such a opportunity for fun jokes on her expense.

“What if I fill my head with some other sexual fantasy,” Ronja thought. This made remember the mirror she had found at the old hospital.

The choice of the mirror instead of the dildo had been pretty simple. What use would she ever have from some old ivory dildo? If she ever felt the inclination to take her virginity by penetration with a dildo a modern one seemed much more reasonable.

The hand mirror on the other hand could be useful. In truth Ronja had inspiration for of a sort of sex related use of it directly when she saw it. The small mirror would fit perfectly in her hand. It would work great with giving her a rather new view of her sex when masturbating.

Ronja laid down on the bed and picked up the mirror. It was slightly more heavy than you would expect from its size. She suspected that it was the metal casing. No modern thin stainless steel, but instead some kind of metal. In color it reminded Ronja of a musical instrument, like a trombone or a tuba. Could the metal be brass?

Turning it over she discovered a faint marking in the metal. There was something that looked like the initials G and W combined with the text “Hic incipit potestatem absolutam”. Ronja could not make sense out of the text, in any case it was a good mirror.

Using it she studied her pussy. Like most girls in her class she kept the pubic hair trimmed, but had not gone for the completely shaved approach.

From P.E. class Ronja knew that Sandra and Julia in her class did actually did do the full shaving, but Ronja thought it mostly made them look like something out of a porn magazine. It just seemed like a terrible effort without any obvious benefit.

Ronja let her finger explore her clit. It felt marvelous as her finger traced slow circles over the sensitive bud. To actually see the mirror image of her finger added lots to the experience. The angle gave a slight illusion of it being a different person touching her.

“How nice if it was Jonathan touching me. I want him to touch me,” Ronja mumbled. He might not be the best hunk in her class, but Ronja could readily admit she had a crush on him.

It was a shame that he just seemed to have eyes for Julia. Not that Julia seemed to mind even though she just seemed to want it to keep it on the level of a maybe while she was busy making different guys pay her drinking tab. Legally she could only visit clubs recently after she turned 18, but in truth she and her friends had been using fake id’s to get into clubs for many years.

It made girls like Ronja who did not want to get involved in the trade of fake id’s feel a bit outside. Now when she finally had become 18 Ronja had expected things to be different, but people like Julia and Jonathan had so much more experience. She did not know about what pubs that was considered cool and fashionable and still felt outside when the party girls started to talk about why just about every pub that Ronja knew about was boring.

“What if I dressed more sexually to make Jonathan see me?” Ronja mumbled.

She added one more finger and let them trace the inside of her outer lips. “I would have a tight and revealing dress that let him see my trim legs. Using a g-string he would not be able to see if I had panties or not. How he would wonder as I gave him the special glance that let him know what I imagined. At lunch break he would not be able to contain himself. Pulling me away out of sight he would lift my dress up and stare with delight when he saw my string.”

Ronja let one of her fingers slid into her. She found herself incredibly moist. “He would of course have protection with him. After sliding it on he would gently push my string away to let his hard member slide into me.

By now she was frantically pushing her finger inside her. It was not enough of stimulation so she added two more fingers while she used the palm of her hand to touch her clit.

It felt wonderful, but Ronja could not help to wonder if even more extensive sexual bliss was possible. She had done her best to educate herself on the Internet, but besides interesting information like that the hymen was a myth she had not found much useful information.

Especially she had not found good advice about how to pleasure yourself without toys. The few porn pictures she had seen had convinced her that these girls did not feel any real lust as they were exploited.

“Imagine if I had a pile of sex toys that I could bring forwards and demonstrate to Jonathan as he watched me with his hand on his cock. He would come here, or I to his home, sneak inside and then we would continue to urge each others lust until one of us could not take it anymore. Breaking the distance and drawing the other into hot sex.”

She increased the speed of her fingers and felt tingling filling her body. It was a great turn on to see in the mirror how her fingers disappeared inside her wet hole.

“What if Jonathan by chance happened to say my hypnotic trigger. He would at first not know what do. At first he would try to do an intensive love making to wake me up. Doing this he would find me dropping even deeper into hypnotic sleep because I trusted him absolutely. Eventually he would recall that I had the wakeup trigger recorded at my computer. Feeling relief he would suddenly wonder if he should add some hypnotic triggers. Knowing that I fantasied about this he would add triggers that he could use to make me do nice things to him. After he woke me up I would not remember what happened until he made use of them. The idea of him controlling me would at first frighten me, but eventually I would ask him to add more triggers because I trusted him so totally.”

The feeling of sexual excitement was so massive that Ronja could not contain herself anymore, she buckled in bed as her fingers had her almost there on the sweet spot. Yet it was still not enough to make her come. She imagined him filling her inside with his cock throbbing from lust, frantic pushing into her.

Suddenly she thought of the white ivory dildo filling her and somehow that was enough. Her whole body trembled as pleasure washed over her.

“Yea, just like that,” Ronja breathed.

The stimulation was simply too much and she pulled away her hand. Still keeping the hand with the mirror in place she watched her sex as waves of pleasure left it. Curiously enough the mirror felt cold to touch, she shifted hand to hold it. Her fingers left nice markings of her cunt juice on the mirror.

Satisfied she put the mirror away and used the towel to dry away any traces of her intense moment. Normally she would like to take a shower after masturbating, but that reminded her too much of her encounter outside of John’s door.

She tidied up her room and prepared her schoolbag for tomorrow. To her irritation she found yet one more sheet with words she had missed earlier this evening. The good part was that at least she could perfectly recall the words she had already committed to memory. She booted her computer and recorded the new words.

“Where is the backup tape-player?” Ronja wondered and started to search the room.

It took her a while to figure out that she had left it in her bed below a blanket. After making sure everything was ready she started the tape-player and the computer recording and put herself into hypnosis. After she woke up she turned of the computer and went to bed. It took no real effort to relax, but it still took some time to empty her mind and go to sleep.

She dreamed that her drawers opened one after one as if moved by an invisible hand. When the drawer with underwear was found, the contents levitated and the door to the room opened. A short while later the door closed again and the drawer closed. The dream faded into nothing.

* * *

Ronja knew her phone alarm was ringing to wake her up, but she knew something was weird. It felt so incredibly wonderful to lay there in the bed feeling the vibrations brushing over her sex. They were just in the right place…

“Vibrations!” Ronja exclaimed and sat up. Her phone that had been so perfectly placed on her sex slipped down between her legs.

Ronja shook her head in surprise, she could not recall that she ever had touched the phone while asleep. Much less she had placed it in her bed directly on her pussy.

She stopped the alarm and jumped up from the bed. Deciding she would take the shower she had neglected yesterday evening after her masturbating she left the bed. She had slept nude like she often did when it was not winter and wrapped a large towel around her body.

Walking down the stairs she met John that was up early. He gave her his usual bright smile.

“The Urban Exploring yesterday was awesome. Hope that Maria is not too irritated about my behavior. Maybe I should offer to bring her out for a cup of coffee or something,” John said.

“Maybe…but she might think that is very close to you trying to get a date with her. Might not be the best way to convince her that you are sorry,” Ronja responded.

“Oh, I need to think it over then,” John said.

“Don’t get your hopes to high, she mostly look at older guys,” Ronja commented and started to walk past him.

Suddenly she felt the towel dropping, impossibly enough it has become loose. She could have sworn she tied it in place with such care. She tried to catch the towel, but this made her loose her balance totally.

“Aiihhhi!” she screamed in utter panic, but John was below her and caught her before her fall became dangerous. She ended hugging him with the towel at her feet.

“Better take it more careful,” he said. He behaved himself more this time and his glance at her nude body was not as obvious as last night. Still it made Ronja flush red. His right hand had caught her arm, but his left was circled around her waist in a manner that did not feel casual at all. If a guy had did similar at a dance she would have thought him taking real liberties with her body.

“Thanks you saved me, I should not have been in such a hurry,” she said and distanced herself. Quickly she picked up the towel to cover herself.

“Could not let my favorite sister fall down a stair, but now I need to be going. I have some errands to do before school,” he said.

Ronja felt a great relief to get into the shower and had recovered some of her composure as she returned to her room. Opening the drawer for her underwear she found it to be totally empty. She stared at it in total confusion.

“Maybe the dream yesterday was a subconscious reminder to myself that I had no clean underwear. Either that or someone was in the room this night that I could not see due to a hypnotic trigger,” she mumbled. The last thought made her red in shame, it reminded her far too much about John’s interest in her body and his desire to learn more about her hypnotic triggers.

Considering her options Ronja decided to go for a red short dress and white leggings. The dress was far too short for Ronja to be comfortable in it without something below it, thus the leggings. A keen observer might perhaps wonder if she had g-string if no panty line could be seen, but what was the likelihood anyone would really getting such a close look?

* * *

Ronja and Maria attended the same class in Kungsholmens International Gymnasium. Ronja was really looking forward to see Maria and talk about yesterday, but to her disappointment her friend was not there when the school day begun.

Jonathan was there of course, but he paid no special attention to Ronja despite the nice dress she had today. That the dress was worth noticing Ronja was sure about. A few of the girls had given her envy stares and she was pretty sure some of the guys had noticed her. Not the right kind of course, not the ones that Ronja felt any attraction to.

After a slow morning Maria turned up at lunch and they walked together to the school canteen. Ronja gave Maria a curious glance. She looked very worn out.

“I could not get to sleep last night,” Maria explained as they sat down in the canteen. “Could somehow not avoid thinking about that thing.”

“Oh? A certain white thing?” Ronja asked. Maria blushed and nodded.

“I wonder what John would say if he knew?” Ronja wondered, giving Maria a playful smile.

“You don’t dare to mention it to him!” Maria responded. “I think he has a crush on me already. I don’t want him thinking on me and that thing.”

“What makes you think he has a crush?” Ronja asked. She was really intrigued how and when Maria had picked it up, from what Ronja knew John had not done anything obvious before the trip yesterday.

“Small stuff, but he is much too young, besides from being your brother. A shame really, he is very cute,” Maria answered.

“I would not mind,” Ronja said. For a moment imagining that John’s lust might be directed at other targets than herself. The selfish thought made her feel bad.

“Good to know, but I like older guys like you know,” Maria said.

“Should I tell him that if he asks about advise?” Ronja asked. Maria shrugged and Ronja laughed.

The laughter turned stale when she somehow managed to make her tray topple over. Directly over her legs.

“Oh poor thing!” Maria exclaimed and helped Ronja to clean up the worst. Unfortunately it was obvious there was little they could do presently.

“The food contain beetroot. You will need to soak those leggings in water immediately unless you want permanent stains,” Maria said. Ronja breathed deeply and nodded.

A short while later she was at the toilet with the leggings in her hand. The beetroot had not left much stains and she hoped that the washer could take care of the rest. Now it was just to figure out how to deal with the issue that she had a very short dress and no panties or leggings.

The idea to carry the wet leggings seemed like a unpleasant idea. If anyone ever had been wondering if she had panties he would surely start to wonder if she elected to carry wet leggings. If she took it careful it seemed likely that she could avoid any awkward situations. She very much preferred to not flash the surroundings that she had no panties.

She composed herself and left the toilet. Lunch had passed and the halls was all but deserted. Should she join the class or walk home and get herself new clothes? She lived in apartment close to the school, but she had an upcoming test in math and really needed to visit the current lesson.

Looking up she saw Mark from the parallel class approaching. The thing that made Mark special was that he was blind and used a white cane and a dog to move around. Normally he did not have the dog with him at school, but today he used the dog to guide him through the hallway. Ronja did not know Mark really, but they had chatted some once when Mark brought his large German Shepard dog Roy to school.

“Anyone here? Do you know what the time is?” Mark asked as his dog Roy made some kind of marking that there was a person in front of them.

“It is me Ronja, from the parallel class,” Ronja said. “Not sure about the exact time, but it is just after lunch break.”

“Thank you,” Mark said. He had loosened his hold on his dog as he started to adjust the straps of his backpack.

Ronja did not think much about it before she suddenly noticed that the dog was literally sniffing between her legs. She tried to step away, but the dog followed her intrigued by the smell.

“Your dog…” Ronja said.

“Roy just want to sniff your hand to learn to know you. He is completely harmless,” Mark promised.

The dog had her cornered by now, behind her was the door to the auditorium, but is was locked. The dog was very much not sniffing her hand. It had pushed its head between her legs. Not just sniffing but also licking her tights. Actually he was licking at just that place!

“Could you please call him back?” Ronja asked desperately as she tried to make the large dog stop licking her pussy. She did not make any progress. Her knees were trembling. The raw surface of the dog tongue felt like pure heaven as it lashed over her pussy and clit.

“Just let him sniff and he will be satisfied. You are not afraid of dogs, are you?” Mark said.

Ronja did not dare to respond. She did not trust her voice to not reveal her sexual excitement. After all Mark had no clue about what was happening and the corridor was presently empty.

The dog continued it merciless licking of her tender folds. It felt so incredibly nice to have the raw dog tongue licking her, but so very wrong and dirty. By now she had spread her legs wide, leaning towards the door to give the dog better access.

To make it worse she could see that the dog’s cock had left its sheet and dangled below the dog. It looked so horribly obscene as it hung there covered by dog cum. What if someone arrived to corridor and saw her leaning towards the wall with a dog licking her pussy?

This thought gave her the strength to try to make the dog stop. Obviously it did not like the thought and it growled some as she jumped to the left and put her hand in the way when the dog tried to follow her.

“Come Roy!” Mark ordered and the dog reluctantly left her to return to its master.

Ronja remained standing still leaning towards the wall as Mark and the dog walked away. Her pulse was still racing, she had been so incredibly close to going over the edge. After a while she returned to the toilet on weak legs to wash herself clean from dog saliva.

She considered to do a quick masturbation to get relief from her aroused state, but when she closed her eyes she was disturbed by the memory of the dog between her legs. It felt even more wrong and dirty now when the dog was gone. She went to the lesson.

Math class went slow and Ronja struggled to catch with those who had attended the whole lesson. She could not use hypnosis to improve her results in math so she needed train like everyone else. The next lesson was the Spanish test she had prepared for with hypnosis. Mostly it went well, but to Ronja’s surprise there was a few words that she could not recall directly. If her memory served her right it was from the list of words she had memorized after the trip last evening. It was a peculiar feeling since Ronja was used to always remember every word she committed to memory with the use of hypnosis.

That the hypnosis had not worked like intended irritated her, but using logic she could make a number of guesses. She did not know how good her attempts were, but if she was lucky she still could make top mark on the test. She handed in the paper with relief and exited the room.

“This must be the first time that you did not leave an Spanish test before me,” a voice said behind her. It was actually Jonathan, talking to her!

Ronja turned towards him and beamed at him. “I had failed with memorizing some of the words so I had to do a bit of thinking,” she said.

“You need to study? I always thought you knew foreign tongues fluently from your mother,” Jonathan said. He was actually looking at her, his gaze mostly on her bare legs, but it was a nice feeling to have him looking at her for once.

“I have learned lots of English from Carol and John, but the trick to my good Spanish results are actually that I use hypnosis to memorize the words,” Ronja explained.

“Hypnosis? Cool, I did not believe that such worked,” Jonathan said.

“It does work, including the bits about subconscious hypnotic triggers that you see in hypnotic shows,” Ronja said.

Her chins had turned slightly red. The topic of the discussion and herself standing there in front of him with a short dress and no panties was very similar to her hot fantasy from the evening before.

“I see,” he said. “By the way, isn’t cold to have bare legs like that in the autumn?”

“I had leggings this morning, but an accident happened and I had to take them off to remove a stain,” Ronja responded.

“Ah, that explains it. Talk to you later,” he said and walked away.

Ronja sighed, he had indeed seen her when she walked out of the lesson hall in front of him, but obviously he had not seen her at all during the morning when so many others in the class had noticed her. It was a very depressing thought. Also his reaction on the hypnosis had not been like what she fantasied about. Perhaps he still did not believe it to be real.

The rest of the day dragged on and Ronja busied herself with studies. Maria was at the lessons, but looked too tired to be social. If anyone more looked at her bare legs Ronja managed to ignore it.

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Ronja came home and found John in the kitchen. It was his turn to make food. Peter had not returned home yet.

“Mom called and she might need to stay longer abroad because new work stuff,” John told Ronja.

“That is sad to hear,” Ronja said.

“Yea, of course we can manage without her, but I worry about her spending too much time on her work. It can’t be healthy,” John said.

“By the way, have you had time to look at the paper we found yesterday?” Ronja asked.

“Yea I have, spent much time this night on it but without much luck. I tried google translate on it to find out what it means, but with no luck. Perhaps it is some kind of cipher, but there is a certain rhythm over the words when you read them aloud that makes them feel like proper words,” John answered.

“Okay, tell me if you figure out anything,” Ronja said.

Ronja had put her backpack on a chair and when she reached to take it, it toppled over and ended on the floor. Irritated she bent down to pick it up. Behind her she heard John dropping something.

She looked in his direction as she snatched the backpack, he had dropped one of the spice bottles that had shattered in many small pieces. More interesting enough he was blushing deeply as he started to clean up the mess. It did not feel like something John would feel bad about normally. He seldom fumbled and if he did he usually had a good explanation ready to explain his mistake.

It hit Ronja like a lightning flash. He did watch me as I bent down, my short dress slided up and showed my naked ass!

Walking quickly she exited the room and fled to her room.

“What must John be thinking. I have happened to show myself naked for him thrice since yesterday evening,” Ronja mumbled as arrived to her room. She dropped her backpack and booted her computer.

Slowly she calmed down, there was no use to worry about it. She would just have to deal with it, if he did draw some inappropriate conclusions.

There was more emails waiting than usual. Normally Ronja would just communicate with Maria and a few select Urban Explorers. This day there were six emails waiting.

She opened the first letter and turned totally crimson. The text read: “Thank you Ronja for purchasing DogLoversAreUs Premium services. Every day until you cancel the subion we will send you a sample of pictures and other material connected to the love of our lives. If you want end your subion or change what email address that receive this email just log in on our service page with the provided information.”

Ronja was used to spam, but it felt uncomfortable that they had her name right. She did not have a very common name in Sweden, how could they possibly know her name?

She always wondered when spam arrived how many people that was dumb enough to sign into the service to remove their email and thus reveal their email address to be correct and in use. It was the first rule about avoiding spam, never ever try to use the opt out links because then the people sending spam would know it was a real address and manifold the amount of spam sent.

She opened the next email and this time she almost dropped out of the chair. It was also from DogLoversAreUs and contained beastiality porn. The first picture sequence showed a petite blond getting drilled by a large black dog. Fascinated and slightly disturbed she stared at the dog cock penetrating the woman. Before her close encounter with Mark’s German Shepard this day she had never ever considered sex with a dog, but now she must admit that she herself had been spreading her legs to allow better access. She deleted the email.

The next letter was from some bondage porn service. The pictures in this email showed an old fashioned clothed maid tied to a table as a masked man used a candle to torture her.

The final two letters was from a regular porn service that showed some poor girl being subjected to a gang bang. After the shock from the first two it took little effort for Ronja to delete these pictures also.

She still had the three letters that claimed she signed up for porn services. Every part of her education about the Internet told her she should not use the login information. On the other hand it could happen that some person had signed her up for a genuine services as some kind of a cruel joke.

She decided to keep the emails. It felt peculiar that anyone would sign her up on the same day as she had her close encounter with Mark’s dog. Just in case she hid the emails deeply in a folder of her hard drive.

With this done she turned to the question why the hypnotic training had not worked with the words she tried to learn last evening. Checking the recording on her computer she could verify that the words she had not known perfectly were indeed in the recording she had tried to commit to memory after the trip to Beckomberga.

“I don’t get this, did I somehow fail to learn them because I was thinking on the trip to the old hospital. Or could it be that I failed to rewind the tape-player so that I was woken up prematurely?” she wondered.

It seemed unlikely, but not entirely impossible that she had missed the computer recording not being finished. She thought it had ended as she woke up, but how could she possible know?

She checked the tape-player to see if she could learn anything from how long it had played. She pushed play to see if she had reached the section when she repeated the wake up phrase again and again.

There was silence from the tape, and she concluded that it must have been the computer recording that woke her up.

Suddenly she heard an unexpected sound from the tape-player. It was faint but possible to hear if you listened carefully. It was her own voice saying the words “Yea, just like that.” Her voice being husky from sexual desire.

Ronja froze in fear, she remembered saying exactly those words the evening before during her masturbation session. Just after she spent an half an hour masturbating and aloud speaking about her sexual fantasies about Jonathan. Her tape-player had been below her in the bed and must by accident received a recording of her masturbating session.

She had in fact fantasied about being in school without panties. Was her accident during the lunch really an accident or the effect of her subconscious mind acting on what it thought to be a command? She had not voiced all her fantasies as commands, but her mother had always reminded her that the level of trust you held for a person affected how explicit the commands needed to be. Could you feel more trust for anyone than for yourself?

With dread she recalled that she had actually fantasied about Jonathan adding more post-hypnotic triggers to her after by accident putting into hypnotic sleep. What if he commented their talk about hypnosis at school and her subconscious mind reacted on her fantasy and put her into hypnotic sleep?

“Ronja you are in such a deep shit,” she mumbled.

Frantic she wondered if there was a way to undo accidental commands. She had no idea, how she longed for her mother, her real mother. She wanted to ask about what to do. Tears ran down her cheek as she felt lonely, Carol was nice but she could not compare to her real mother.

Behind her the web-cam at her computer turned towards the bed as if it was turned by an invisible hand. A short recording was started and then promptly deleted. If Ronja had been touching the mirror beside her bed she would found it strangely cold to touch.

End of chapter 1

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