Student Nurse Lessons Ch. 6

Sam sat quietly by the room’s door, accustoming her eyes to the dim room’s light, pressed it slightly more open than it had been during her first observations. Her heat rose even more quickly now as she watched her best friend Julie rise from the bed, arrange herself astride Sam’s brother Andy, and lean down to take him in her mouth. Sam worried that they might have heard her quiet gasp as she watched Julie begin her first blow job, fellating her brother before she rose slightly, straddled him, and lowered herself on his fully erect cock, seen in all its glory for the first time by his sister, hearing Julie’s gasps as his full length slipped deep into her.

Once again Sam’s hands unconsciously opened her shorts, once again one hand quickly slipped into her panties, and once again her fingers quickly penetrated her, stroking and thrusting in perfect synchronicity with her brother and best friend’s thrusts. As she watched Julie cum, shaking and gasping, and as she watched her brother rotate them both so that he was quickly above Julie, continuing to thrust deeply into her, bringing her quickly to her second orgasm and suddenly announcing his own Sam felt her body shaking, felt the onrush of her own orgasm, an unstoppable speeding freight train of euphoric pleasure shaking her, draining her even more than her evening’s first climax.

She fell back in her chair, her body now almost liquid, the waves of her pleasure fading as they washed again through her. Finally she arose, climbed the stairs, showered, and changed into her oversized t-shirt, her usual sleepwear. She reached into her drawer for clean panties and then, after a moment’s thought, closed the drawer and descended the two flights of stairs to the basement. There was no question of her sleeping in her own bed. The thought never entered her head; she was drawn to Julie and Andy’s room with a gravitational pull that she couldn’t name and she could no more escape it than could the moon slip out of its orbit.

Stopping at the door, satisfied that both Julie and Andy were sleeping, she quietly entered the room, crept to their bed, spend a long moment watching them, cuddled together as if nature had intended this all their lives. Smiling, content, she slipped into the bed on Andy’s other side, spent a second absorbing the moment, and then silently crept toward him, cuddling to his other side. She laughed to herself as she thought in an instant “we’re a sandwich; Andy’s the meat in the sandwich” and at the thought of “meat” she blushed in the darkness and quickly fell asleep.

Later – she had no idea of the time – Sam felt Andy’s body warmly and firmly pressed against her, conforming almost perfectly to hers and realized with a start that he had shifted and was now spooning against her. Her body trembled at the realization, tingling at the warmth his body offered from head to toe. And suddenly realized that he was hard, pressed against the cheeks of her buttocks. Her brain became a maelstrom of conflict; red warning lights flashing, words like “No…Forbidden…Taboo…WRONG” flashing, but pleasure washing over as she shifted slightly, felt his rigid member slip beneath the edge of her t-shirt and lodge in the valley between her cheeks.