Sleeping With Sister

Sleeping With Sister

Fictional, no one harmed in the writing of this story. For adults over 18 only.

A brother and sister find strange sleeping arrangements when her room has a make-over. It turns out beneficial to both of them.

She was two years older than I, sixteen. Dad was doing a full remake of Sally’s room all the way down to the wall studs. That meant she had to find a place to crash nights. Neither one of us wanted any part of their idea. But both Mom and Dad said she could sleep on the floor beside my bed in a sleeping bag. That went OK for the first few nights until she began complaining how uncomfortable it was.

It was her idea; I was exceedingly distressed the first night even if we were facing separate ways, sleeping in a bed with your sister isn’t all that cool.

The second night sometime in the wee hours of the morning I awoke to find her body cuddled up against mine. At first I was about to push her away but the feeling of warmth from her was a little too enticing. Then her arm wrapped around to the front of my torso scaring the shit out of me. From her movements I could tell she wasn’t asleep which would have explained it. I was sure she was awake. Again I was about to push her away but her hand went downward along my bare chest not stopping until her fingers brushed against my pecker.

Now I was becoming scared as she left it resting alongside it. My mind raced; maybe she wasn’t awake after all. I was fourteen, hormones raging like a bull my pecker enlarged in mere minute or two. At this point there was no way I was about to say anything when her fingers grasped it lightly through my boxers.

“It’s OK brother, just relax and go with it.” Her hand slipped past the elastic hem creating skin to skin contact. “I know you’re not asleep bother!” Then her grip tightened around the shaft as she rode up and down the length. Not that I had a lot of it, I was a late developer, my dick wasn’t some huge thing that hung between my legs but was on the smaller size.

The back of my neck felt her puffy lips slide across it as her long blonde hair overlapped my shoulders falling to my front side. Her actions on my pecker was taking its toll, the boxers were forced down as I was getting it on grinding forward with insignificant thrusts into her dainty hand when it happened.

For the first time in my life I had an orgasm induced form someone else’s hand other than my own. I really never knew it was happening when the first wave boiled up from somewhere deep inside my body spilling out a vast rope of boy juice into her fingers followed by several more.