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Subject: Title story: "Sleeping Sister" Author: INCEST MAN 58566959
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Date: Fri, 04 Nov 2005 01:04:38 +0000
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Sleeping Sister Kelly was 14 when it all started, and while she wasn't
supermodel material she was certainly pretty, fairly well-developed and quite
popular with the boys at our school. We had been pretty close during our pre-
teen years, and were often left alone, so were very used to each other's
company. There had been a few experi- mental games of 'doctor and nurse' in
previous years, but they weren't entirely sexual, more out of curiosity and
boredom. However when I hit the hormone years I started to get very, very
curious about girls. Naturally my sister, being the most attractive female in
my vicinity, was my first point of interest. It started with me sneaking peeks
at my sister and her visiting friends in the bathroom. My bedroom was located
outside of the house, while our bathroom was connected to the laundry, which in
turn had an external doorway. Being an old door it had a fairly large key-
hole, so it didn't take much intelligence to realize if you peeped through that
keyhole, you could see a person stepping out of the shower in the bathroom,
some 14 or 15 feet away from the door. In the course of about 12 months I saw
my sister naked perhaps a hundred times in all manner of poses - stand- ing,
kneeling, bending over to dry her legs, dressing, even pissing: you name it, I
saw it. I also saw some of her friends who had come over to stay the night, and
reveled in their nudity through my secret spyhole. Fortunately nobody ever
caught me. I then reached a point in my life when it was dominated by sex, and
being a virgin I became incredibly frus- trated at not being able to experience
it. I think testosterone fucks with your mind, because I was becom- ing almost
'crazy' to obtain sex of some sort. My sister, being the closest, most
accessible tempta- tion in my life, became my target, and one evening while
lying awake in bed at 2 a.m. with a massive hard-on, I decided to act. I
carefully slipped into the house, down the corridor, past the closed door of
our parents room, and to my sister's room at the end. What I saw when I pushed
open the door and silently tip-toed inside amazed me... Kelly was masturbating
in her sleep. This may sound phony or concocted to you, but it was really
happening - she was lying facedown on the bed, between her legs was a small,
decorative pillow she placed on her quilt, and her hips were slowly but surely
grinding against this pillow, sandwiching it between her pussy and the firmness
of the mattress. It took me some seconds to work out what she was doing, and
when it entered my mind I was thrilled anew, my cock hardening to industrial-
strength density. I moved closer to the bed, and ended up on my knees right
alongside her hips, watching as they worked their magic over the yielding
softness of the pillow. It was fascinating, but I wasn't satisfied with just
watching, my right-hand reaching up and across to hover over her panty-clad
arse... I brought it slowly down to rest on her butt, and was concerned when
this initial contact caused her plea- suring movements to cease. But I left it
resting lightly on her butt anyway, then was thrilled when she started to rock
her hips to and fro again.
Feeling more adventurous I decided to move my hand to the part she was actively
rubbing against the pillow - I slowly and very gently lifted my hand from her
butt and laid it carefully along the cleft of her pussy. She stopped moving
briefly again, but as I applied more pressure with the tips of my fingers, which
were lying directly over the area of her clitoris (even though I didn't know
this at the time, inexper- ienced as I was) she started to move again, with a
fraction more urgency. I cottoned on to what was happening - she was moving in
response to the touch of my fingertips - so I started slowly rubbing the area
around the top of her pussy lips, and her movements increased! Kelly's hip-
rocking masturbation got so frantic she was rubbing my fingers like a blur
between her slim tense thighs, and before too long she gave one final heave,
freezing for an instant at full stretch before relaxing and then ceasing all
movement atop her bed. As naive as I was, I was well aware of what had just
happened: she had orgasmed in response to my fingers, and I was so thrilled I
went to bed and jacked off fiercely, resolving to repeat this act the following
night. So it was to be -- as I tip-toed back into her room at about 1 a.m. the
next evening... This time she wasn't actively involved in the act of
masturbation, but was lying partly on her chest, partly on her side, and I had
similar access to her genitals from behind just like the last time. Not
bothering with the precautionary moves, I went straight for the gap made by her
thighs, the tight material of her panties cupping her mound tantaliz- ingly.
There I ran my fingers back and forth over her panty-clad cunt, teasing and
tickling, pressing and probing - but, alas, with no response.
Feeling slightly annoyed, I ventured my index finger to the elastic of her
underwear, peeling it back at the cleft of her butt to expose her rear-end and,
to my pleasure, her lightly furred pussy. I spent at least two minutes with my
face inches from it, examining it in the near-darkness, smelling and taking in
the view. In fact, I got so close that an idea popped into my head - something
I'd only ever read about in a porn magazines. Extending my tongue, I pressed it
forward so that it rested directly on the slit of her pussy, my face pressed
softly into the tender pillows of her buttocks. I pushed in fractionally deeper,
feeling her cunt-lips open to allow access to my tongue, which I began to move
about slowly and deliberately. As soon as the tip made contact with the softer,
moist inner flesh of her gash, I sensed a change in my sister's body - she
seemed to stiffen slightly, then relax her thighs so that, it seemed, her top
leg was scissoring slightly to allow me greater access to her treasure. I
couldn't believe it - here I was, licking my sister's pussy, and she was opening
up to allow me to do it! I gently moved my hands to her upper thighs and applied
a little pressure, and was thrilled anew when I felt them yield further. Before
long, she was lying almost flatly on her stomach, legs widely apart, and I had
followed her onto the bed, my tongue lapping away furiously at her cunt, my
mouth eagerly tasting the juices her teenaged virgin pussy was giving out. This
whole business went on for what seemed like ages, and with my erection piercing
a hole in my shorts, I decided to go hell-for-leather and try something dif-
ferent. I removed it, then moved cautiously up Kelly's body so that I was
hovering over the top of her naked back, my head level with the back of hers - I
could smell her soft silky hair. Ever so gently, supporting myself on my hands,
I lowered my hips so that they came down atop hers, my diamond-hard cock resting
along the furrow made by her butt-cheeks.
I left it there for several seconds, savouring the feel of her soft arse, then
reached down with my right-hand to grasp my cock and move it down, on an angle,
so that it was directly aimed at her pussy. At this stage I had no intentions
of fucking my sister, but proceeded to rub the head of my cock against her cunt-
mound, reveling in the feel of her juices coating my knob, and taking joy in
hearing small, anxious puffs of breath being forced from her at every touch of
my cock on her pussy. Before long I had taken my hand off my aching dick
altogether, and commenced rubbing its entire length back and forth along the
complete length of her exposed pussy mound. I was basically fucking my sister
without any penetration, her tight little arse-cheeks pressing snugly into my
groin, my legs pressing against her bare legs, my cock pleasuring itself
against her hot pussy - which were no doubt experiencing similar pleasures from
my stiffness rubbing over her clit at a rapid pace. It was all too much for me
and before too long, I felt a familiar rising in my groin. Not caring, I kept
fucking against her until my dick lurched and I exploded my come all over her
belly and pubic hair, and on her quilted bedspread. It was an incredible
sensation, doing that to my own sister, but in fear of her waking I immediately
retreated to my room to consider my actions. Had she been asleep and engaged in
some erotic dream? Or was she awake and feigning sleep? To this day I still
don't know the answer to that question. Obviously, having found this method of
release, I did it again. In fact I did it many times, as many as 80 or 90 in
the space of three years. Each time I would pleasure her pussy, either with my
hand or mouth, or sometimes both, then I would climb over her carefully, rest
my cock along the length of her pussy and simulate fucking until I ejaculated
all over her. Usually she remained still, but sometimes it was apparent her own
body was responding as she began to rock her hips in time to my thrusts - these
were the best liaisons, I learned to control my orgasm until my horny little
sister had reached hers, then I would unload all over her waiting belly. After
a few encounters with her, she stopped wearing panties to bed, suggesting to me
that she was fully aware of our 'meetings', was quite happy for them to
continue and for me to have full and unrestricted access to her genitals. I
became so complacent with our little simulated fuck- sessions that I started to
'experiment' further. On one occasion I rolled her over and 'fucked' her in the
standard missionary position, my cock sliding over her pussy and down into the
valley of her arse. Sometimes I would reach my hands underneath her chest and
fondle her young breasts while I hammered my groin into her butt. In fact the
only time she objected - and in fact became conscious during our sessions - was
when I grew extremely bold and tried to penetrate her. It was during one of our
last encounters, and I simply reached down with my hand and pressed my knob
into the space where her vagina was - I was then thrilled to feel the tight
ring of her cunt wrapping its way around my dick. However just as I pushed in
further and stretched her hole, she reached up with her hands and pushed me
off, telling me to 'fuck off'. I slunk back to my room, disappointed at not
being able to go further with her, and cursing myself for breaching what had
basically been a mutual agreement between us - I would touch and lick her, she
would let me rub against her. She wasn't having any part of penetration though,
which was the final taboo. As mentioned, that was one of the last times we
'met' at night. It all ended when my sister was 17 and started bringing home
'real' boyfriends. By that stage I was more concerned with other girls, and
even more real fucking. But I wasn't complaining, my sister was my first lover
and will always remain so.
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