My beautiful sleeping sister_(1)

Chapter 3

We got up about 8am again and, like yesterday, I went to make breakfast as Chloe showered. My head was full of lustful thoughts from the previous night. I had actually stroked my beautiful sister’s pussy, had her juices on my finger. I instinctively raised it to my face, inhaling once more. I wanted to save that scent forever.

I noticed as I got out of bed the cupboard door in the bedroom was closed so another body lotion show seemed unlikely. I still crept to the bedroom door when I heard her leave the bathroom, she’d had a very long shower this morning, but sure enough I could see nothing. Disappointed I headed back, but, as I walked past the bathroom, noticed her yellow panties in a pile on the floor. I was in there like a flash, immediately pressing my face into them. It didn’t yield the same turn on it usually did though. After last night, empty knickers didn’t seem enough. Just as I pulled them away, Chloe appeared in the doorway dressed in a very sexy matching red bra and French knickers, the semi-transparent lace revealing a tantalising glimpse of nipple and dark pubic hair. Jesus.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t realise you were in here,” she said, seeming a bit awkward. “I left my… oh, you’ve got them.”

“Erm yes, messy,” I joked, and handed them over hoping she wouldn’t notice they were damp where I’d licked them. “Weetabix and orange?” “Sounds tops, I’ll be there in a sec.” And with that she turned and headed to the bedroom, my eyes fixed on her arse, only half covered by red lace. That was too close.

She soon appeared in the kitchen dressed in grey jogging bottoms and a tight red t-shirt. It was cooler today. Her grey joggers were one of my favourite items of her clothing, they clung alluringly to her arse, thighs and crotch. I handed her her breakfast. She really was very pretty, lovely big blue eyes and a cute, but also sometimes naughty smile. A few freckles playing across her nose where the sun had caught her. Her hair was tied back and I noticed how sweet and delicate her ears were. I felt compelled to lean in and kiss her, but resisted.

We were doing our own things today, both visiting friends so there would be no repeat of yesterday’s massage unfortunately. I ended up coming home quite late, and Chloe was already in bed.

I snuck quietly into the room and as I got undressed, noticed her pile of clothes – red T, grey joggers, bra and … panties? I looked closer, and sure enough the lacy red undies were on the floor. Was she sleeping in just her big t-shirt?

The thought of finding out made my heart beat hard in my chest and I quickly, but carefully got into bed alongside her. I waited a while to let everything settle. She was on her side facing away from me, in the foetal position again.

My journey began. Under the quilt, had sliding across the sheet between us, the familiar depression, heat from her body, blood racing in my ears, then contact.