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Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 19:14:59 +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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