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and suggestions making it possible to write this story. Thank you Daibhidh.

I don't know why it happened or what caused it but suddenly, just after my
fifteenth birthday, I couldn't sleep. Dad said it was just something I did
to appear to be 'cool'. Mom was a little bit more worried though. Not
enough to take me to a doctor at once, since dad assured her that you
'always get the sleep you need', but enough to watch over me like a mother
hen for a while.

After a week without any sleep to speak of, mom got really worried when she
saw the black and blue, green and yellow rings around my eyes, and took me
to see the family doctor.

He gave me a thorough going over but didn't find anything physical that
could cause it. He agreed with mom that I needed sleep and prescribed some
sleeping pills.

It was a relief to be able to sleep a whole night. However, the next day I
was more tired than I ever had been in my whole life. It was even worse
than when I hadn't slept. Those days I had been feeling high and dizzy but
not as tired as I imagined a barge puller on the Don river would be after a
hard days work. I could hardly move and I ached all over.

Mom let me stay home from school and most of the day I just sat in my room,
too tired to read, too tired to play a computer game, too tired to do
anything but sit there and stare at the pattern on the wallpaper.

Mom brought me a cup of coffee hoping that the caffeine would wake me up.
It didn't. Early that night she gave me my sleeping pill and tucked me in
for the first time in years. She patted my cheek and told me that she would
look in on me later.

I don't know if she did or not. I slept like a log and woke up the next day
sound and healthy. I'd had a wonderful dream that night. I dreamt that I
fucked the girl of my dreams and I was almost afraid to wake up and check
my pajama trousers in the morning, afraid that I had had a wet dream. Mom
insisted on me wearing PJs and that my two-year-older sister, Beth, wore a
real nightgown. We didn't have to wear the flannel ones but rather nice
ones. Mine were in some silky material and my sister's were silk. I must
admit that she looked very nice in hers, as did mom, who wore almost
identical ones. Dad, when he was at home, had PJs similar to mine. When I
checked my trousers there was, to my relief, no dried sperm on them and I
told myself that the wet dream had also been just that, a dream.

The following night I had a relapse and didn't sleep at all. The doctor had
said that I should be given as few sleeping pills as possible and mother
thought that after two nights of sleep I was over the insomnia. She was
wrong. When I hadn't slept for another two nights, she gave me a pill on
the third and again I slept. And again I woke up in the somnambulistic
state. Again mom let me stay home from school and again I just sat in my
room, staring at that damn wallpaper. I grew so tired of the pattern that I
told myself I had to ask dad for new paper. When I had gathered enough
energy to talk to him, that is.

That night, after another pill, I again had the wet-dream dream and woke up
thoroughly rested, without any traces of sperm in my PJ. And what was even
more surprising; no urge to masturbate, which I otherwise always did the
first thing in the morning, as well as the last thing in the evening. A box
of tissues didn't last long in those days.

From that day on mom very reluctantly withheld the sleeping pill, and when
she did the whole thing repeated itself. The only time I was totally rested
in the morning were those nights I had my wet-dream dream.

About a month after I had started to take the pill every night I noticed
something funny. My cock felt kind of sticky one morning. I rubbed it and
the usual thing happened, it got stiff. This wasn't unusual, but the fact
that I didn't need, even crave, an orgasm was. As I lay there, slowly
stroking my cock in an almost absentminded way, I got an itch on my upper
lip and lifted my hand to scratch it. At first I didn't react, but as my
mind, still heavy with sleep, started to function I realized that there was
something smelly on my finger.

I held it out so I could look at it, to see if there was something sticking
to it, but I couldn't see anything. I lifted the finger to my nose and
sniffed it. There was definitely a smell. I didn't recognize it. It was
rather... pleasant. Sort of heavy. I lifted the blanket and sniffed the air
under it. The smell was definitely stronger there. I was very curious about
the smell but couldn't find the source to it so I put it aside and when I
had taken my shower I bent down and smelled the linen in my bed. The smell
had by now been aired out.

I felt rather cheerful for the first time in days and gave both mom and
Beth a big smile as I walked into the kitchen to have my breakfast. They
both looked at me a little funny. No wonder. This was the first day in
almost a month that I felt and acted the way I used to.

The smell in my bed appeared every morning now and the source of it became
clear to me one morning quite by accident. When I entered the bathroom I
noticed a pair of ladies underwear, panties, laying beside the laundry
basket. I bent down to pick them up and put them in the basket when I
became curious as to who they belonged. I stretched them out between my
fingers and tried to estimate the size woman who could wear them. Since mom
and Beth are rather alike in the body department, the size didn't tell me
much, if anything. They were nice to look at though. Sheer white silk, they
seemed to be a part of a set and I tried to remember which of the women had
worn a white nighty last night but I realized that I didn't know. I had
been fast asleep by the time mom and Beth had gone to bed.

I lifted them up to my nose to see if I could determine their owner by the
smell. They smelled good. I sniffed them again and it suddenly hit me -
they smelled exactly like the smell that met my nose almost every morning
when I lifted the blanket to get up!

I let my hand surround my cock, drew a couple of strokes along it and
lifted my fingers up to my nose, still holding the panties in my other
hand, sniffed my fingers and then the panties. Yes. They smelled almost the
same. However, the smell from the panties was a little bit different from
the smell on my fingers. So I concluded that whoever's smell it was that
stuck to my cock wasn't the one that had dropped her panties on the
bathroom floor.

I put the panties in the basket, took a piss and stepped under the shower,
then dried my hair while I walked back to my room. As I stepped inside my
room I thought I could hear some heated discussion from the kitchen. I
stopped for a short while to try to hear what it was all about but since I
couldn't hear actual words, only the tone of voice, I gave it up and went
to get dressed.

"Good morning," I said cheerfully as I entered the kitchen. Mom and Beth
looked at me, then looked at each other as they mumbled their 'good
mornings'. I noticed that both of them had flushed cheeks and that it
wasn't from the heat, because the kitchen wasn't any warmer than usual.
Whatever they had fought about had obviously resulted in a rather heated
argument.

During breakfast I caught my otherwise sweet sister glare vehemently at our
mother. I was wise enough from previous occasions that I kept my mouth
shut, even if I itched to know what it was all about. Besides, I was too
occupied to try to figure out which woman it was that I could smell on my
cock every morning. My prime suspect was my mother. Beth, I knew, was too
shy around boys to be brave enough to... Well, perhaps if I was asleep and
she was curious... Nah. It had to be mom.

That evening I decided that I would stay awake and see who it was that came
into my room and smeared that good smelling stuff on my cock. I know it
seems naive but at the time I couldn't figure out how and why she did it.
That someone in my own house would actually fuck me never entered my mind.
We were family.

Of course mom took this night to stay and chat with me while the pill took
effect. My plan to spit the pill out as soon as she had left the room fell
apart and I had to swallow it because it started to taste real icky, and
not long after that I fell asleep.

I don't know if it was me getting used to the effects of the sleeping pill
or if some of the strength of the drug had evaporated whilst I held it in
my mouth waiting for mom to leave, but suddenly I woke up, not entirely,
just enough to be able to distinguish between dream and reality, and the
reality was that there was something wet, warm and tight surrounding my
cock. My heart was pounding, not out of fear but of... Enjoyment?
Sweetness?!

I drifted back to sleep again, but it couldn't had been for any appreciable
length of time because the sensation was there still when I again awoke.
Now it was a sliding sensation. Something wet, warm and tight was sliding
up and down on my cock. If I hadn't known better I would have thought that
someone was fucking my cock. Of course that was impossible. The only people
in the house were me, my mother and my sister.

Could it be true, the story I had read somewhere? That a woman, in form of
a nightmare, took advantage of sleeping boys? If so I didn't know why it
would be such a terrible experience! This was nice! More than nice! It
was... Something totally beyond anything I had ever felt before and I
wanted it to continue.

Again I disappeared into the nowhere-land of sleep. For how long I had no
way to tell, but what I could tell was that the warm, smooth sliding on my
cock was still taking place when I again came to. This time it was slightly
different though. The motion was more... Erratic? Labored? Urgent? And it
was - squeezing? Yes. Squeezing in rapid pulses. Rippling squeezes. Ripples
that tickled along the hard shaft of my cock. Adding to the sensation I
already felt. Multiplying it. So much that I felt how my cum rose and
erupted. Shooting a stream of sperm out... to where? Into the air? Into the
tube that surrounded my cock? Onto my stomach? I tried to concentrate on my
naked skin but felt nothing land on it. Nothing warm that cooled off and
became cold. It just disappeared!

I imagined that I could hear a grunting sigh. A stifled moan... And a
hoarse whisper from someone, telling someone else to move away.

When I left the world of the awareness this time, I did it for the reminder
of the night and I slept the sleep of the dead for the rest of the night.
Again I woke up in the morning happy, relived, and rejuvenated... And with
no urge to wank whatsoever! This still puzzled me. It was a deviation from
my normal mornings. I pushed it away and was happy that I was thoroughly
rested. I promised myself that when this ordeal was over once and for all,
I would indulge myself in a day long wanking-festival.

When I walked into the kitchen mom and Beth were already there, as usual.
They glanced at me when I entered and almost immediately averted their
eyes. When I looked at my sister I could see that her cheeks were glowing
bright red. Had she and mom fought again? It didn't seem so because they
both greeted me with sweet smiles and they chatted as usual while we had
breakfast.

It must have been me getting used to the effects of the sleeping pill
because the next night the same scenario repeated itself. I woke up to a
semi-awareness and could feel what was happening to me - to my cock. It was
engulfed in a smooth, wet, warm tube, which was sliding along it. Had I not
been so naïve I would have known that I was getting fucked. The only thing
was that I couldn't imagine by whom and this put me off the suspicion, as
it was an impossible occurrence with the only females in the house being my
mother and sister.

Three nights later when I came up to the surface of consciousness I was
able to stay in that condition and was even able to move a little as the
wet and smooth thing drew along my hard-on. I could actually raise my arms.
I could stretch them out and they made contact with - naked flesh! This
made the motions along my cockshaft stop and it became clear to me that
whoever I touched was also the one who was fucking me! There was no longer
any doubt in my mind. I was getting fucked! Somehow I found enough
awareness, enough strength, and enough energy to move my hips upward. This
seemed to startle the figure sitting astride my hips to life. My movement
spurred it into motion and the sweet pussy that embraced my stiffness
started to move again. Whoever it was that rode me, nightmare, mother or
sister, leaned down a little and my hands made contact with two soft
breasts. Soft except in the top middle, there it was hard, two hard nodes
scraped over the palm of my hand, trailed a long hot line from the tip of
my fingers down to the wrist and back. A moan escaped from the rider and I
could feel the rippling along my cock shaft again. This time it was a
little different. This was more like a strangle-hold that tightened and
slackened in quick successions, not the almost sparkling ripples I had felt
the other night.

I don't know how long I had been fucked, but my orgasm suddenly hit, and
with a moan that didn't even escape my throat, I came! I hosed a long
squirt of sperm into the tight cunt. At the first spurt the woman fucking
me froze with my cock fully embedded inside her and her pussy again clamped
around my cock as a moan escaped from her. Then, suddenly, there was an
abrupt withdrawal of both the wetness around my cock as well as what little
consciousness I possessed.

About a week later things changed at home. My father had to go abroad for
six months and it was decided that my mother's sister, Aunt Miriam, would
come and keep her company while dad was away. Aunt Miriam is only twenty-
five years old, as compared to my mothers thirty-five. There was a brother
between them in age, but we didn't have much contact with him. Aunt Miriam
was single and happy about it. She always told us that she would never
marry, and when asked about children she said she would love to have one,
but only one, child some day and raise him or her on her own. Once I heard
Dad ask Mom if she was a lesbian, which Mom denied, telling him that before
Miriam had gone to University she had been rather loose and wild, but once
she had discovered what she wanted to do with her life she had been totally
devoted to her academic career.

The first night aunt Miriam stayed with us I had a relapse of my insomnia.
As I wandered around the house in my almost comatose condition the next
day, I noticed that aunt Miriam cast worried glances at me, and when she
and my mother passed my door later I heard her ask mother what was wrong
with me. The voices disappeared, probably into my mom and dad's bedroom,
and I forgot the whole thing.

I got the sleeping pill as usual in the evening and I slept like someone
had hit me over the head with a mallet - and I felt like it in the morning.
My head ached, my mind was fuzzy, it was as if my thoughts were filtered
through cotton wool and my body didn't work the way I wanted it to. I
stumbled. I reeled. I felt awful. Again my aunt looked worried about me.
She even berated my mother for not doing anything to help me. As from a
distance, I heard my mother tell her that she had been to the doctor's with
me and had got sleeping pills but that they didn't seem to work. At that
moment I had to move around a bit to clear my fuzzy mind and didn't hear
the rest of the conversation, but when I returned to the couch I noticed
that mom was sitting very close to her sister and talking softly to her.
Aunt Miriam looked at me at intervals as my mother spoke. When mother
stopped talking, aunt Miriam got a speculative look on her face, noticeable
to me even in my condition. After a while she turned and whispered
something to my mother. Mom looked angry for a moment, then stood, beckoned
her sister to come with her and they both disappeared.

That night it was my aunt that brought me my pill. She sat on my bedside
and watched me swallow it.

"Do you know what I think is your problem, Thomas?"

I just shook my head, too fatigued to answer her.

"When you enter puberty things happen, not only with your body, things
happen to your mind as well, and I think that you've grown so fast that
your mind is protesting. Subconsciously you are actually afraid to grow up.
What you need most of all is to feel secure. Do you remember when you were
a little boy and had a nightmare? What you did when you woke up being
afraid? You went to your mother and slept in her bed. It's the same now.
What you need is someone close to you while you sleep. It'll make your
subconscious feel safe. It has nothing to do with cowardliness or being a
sissy. It is your mind telling you that you need comforting. We need it
just as much as grown ups as children do. So here is my proposal, I've
talked it over with your mother and she agrees with me, I'll sleep with you
for a while, as a test, to see if it helps you. What do you say? Will you
feel comfortable with that?"

"All I want is to sleep, really sleep," I muttered, not caring what she did
or didn't do.

"Good. I'll be back later then. You try to fall asleep now and I'll be
quiet like a mouse when I creep in with you." She bent over and gave me a
light kiss on my forehead. This surprised me a little since I couldn't
remember the last time she had shown me such affection.

Of course I fell asleep before she came to bed. I had my favorite dream
again that night, not just once or twice... more like five times. It seemed
to come and go at intervals. Each new dream sequence was just as enjoyable
as the last.

When I woke up the next morning my bed was empty. My aunt was up already.
Since there had been no evidence of my wet dreams before, I didn't even
bother to see if the crotch area on my pajama bottoms had any evidence on
them. I hadn't felt this rested for a long time. Not even before my wet
dreams first started had I been this spirited and full of energy. I almost
leapt out of bed, sat on the toilet while I took my morning piss and at the
same time I brushed my teeth. Then I hastened down to the kitchen. My
stomach just screamed for food.

Mom and Beth looked at me as I came bounding down the stairs. A smile
started to form on mother's face, but it suddenly froze and Beth quickly
averted her eyes and looked down on the piece of toast she was spreading
jam on, but first I noticed her shoot a loathsome glance at my aunt. I
wondered what that was all about.

Mom put a freshly toasted piece of bread in front of me and poured me a
glass of milk. I had to ask my sister to pass the jam a couple of times
before she reacted and sullenly let it slide over the table to me, not once
looking at me. She kept her eyes on the toast, of which she had taken just
one bite. Suddenly, without a word, she stood and left us.

I wolfed down the pieces of toast as they appeared in front of me and drank
the cold milk. As I stood up from the table after my breakfast I noticed
that mom looked down at my crotch and by instinct my eyes followed hers,
the way you look up if you see someone else looking upwards. To my
embarrassment I saw I large white spot on my PJ bottoms. I could feel how
my face turned beet-red and I hurried out of the kitchen.

I didn't react to the way the spot had looked until I had been at school
for almost half the day. It wasn't like any other dried sperm I had seen
before. The spot I had seen this morning was definitely white. And it had
been - almost round. Well, maybe not so much round as appearing on both
sides of the fly in equal amount. I couldn't figure out how it had happened
to end up on the outside of my pajamas but I put it down to having had
multiple wet dreams that night.

The day passed quickly. I was with my friends, and though they had been
full of questions at the beginning of my insomnia, they had thankfully
accepted the fact. Even if there was some good natured banter, it was all
among friends so I didn't mind and even laughed at some of them.

Evening came, and as the night before, it was my aunt who brought me my
sleeping pill.

"Do you want me to sleep in you bed tonight too," she asked as I handed her
back the empty water glass. "It seems to have done wonders for you last
night," she added hastily.

I thought about it for just a couple of seconds before I said it would be -
very nice! Which earned me a big smile from her.

As usual, I went out like a blown out candle flame and, if one can do it in
ones sleep, eagerly awaited my dream to appear. And it did! Not as many
times as the night before, but enough to make the night pass in a whiff.

I woke up lying in my side, turned towards a warm body by my side. When I
lifted my head to look at it I saw a sight that made the dreams... well,
just dreams! There, also lying on her side, was my aunt. The blanket had
slipped down a little so the breast that was on top was visible to me! My
first breast! Well, not exactly my breast. The first breast I had seen in
real life. As my eyes fell on it, I noticed two things. Firstly; my cock
sprang to hardness as if it had been wound up and suddenly released.
Secondly; it was a nice breast. Of course it was the first I had ever seen,
besides the ones I had seen in a couple of porn tapes at a friends, so I
wasn't exactly any great connoisseur, but my eyes didn't lie to me. Even
though aunt Miriam lay on her side, the nipple pointed up towards the
ceiling. How it could do that I didn't at that time know, but later I found
out that they pointed out to the sides from her chest. The tip was circled
by a very pink aureole and it was just as pink as its surroundings, even
though it was in its relaxed state. It was as big as a wild strawberry, and
it looked nearly like one in texture.

Suddenly I became aware of a third thing. My stiff cock had escaped my PJ
fly and was resting in something hairy. Soft hairs. I didn't even have to
use my imagination to figure out what it was. It was my aunt's pussy! She
had slept in the nude! Not only did my cock rest in that softness, it also
poked at it!

I was just about to draw back when my aunt's leg suddenly wrapped itself
around my waist, her eyes fluttered and she looked at me; at first a little
bewildered before she realized that she was looking at me - her own nephew.

"Ah, hum," she murmured. "I think your p-penis is... poking at me."

I tried to draw back once more but my aunt's leg held me easily in place.
When I halfheartedly struggled a little, I could feel how my cock slipped
away from the soft area onto - into - an even softer one. Soft, and warm,
and wet!

"Aagh! Now it's... It's slipped in!" my aunt moaned, wide eyed.

"S-sorry," I exclaimed. I could feel how the blood drained from my face,
and of course it had no other way to go than down to my stiff cock, filling
it with even more blood. Making it grow another centimeter or two. Making
it harder too.

Again I tried to escape the grip from my aunt's leg. Again she held on and
I almost ricocheted forward, adding another couple of centimeters of cock
in her pussy. Making my aunt moan a little. Then she sighed a little.
Shivered. Looked deep into my eyes.

"Oh!" she whispered, "I think you're almost all the way inside me!"

I knew better. I could feel that at least half the length of my cock was
still un-engulfed.

"You better draw back a little," she whispered. "Now push it in again," she
continued when my cock hesitated with just its tip inside her hot cunt.

I did as she said and I died! My heart stopped beating. My breath stopped.
My blood stood still in my body. The only thing alive was my feelings. They
went into overdrive. Thankfully my aunt made a few movements of her own,
otherwise I would never had survived the intensity of my feelings. Her
movements pressed a groan out of my throat and my empty lungs eagerly
sucked in air again. With my lungs full of air, I again had to hold my
breath as the whole length of my cock finally became embedded in the
softness of my aunt's cunt. When she again slowly moved her hips back and
forth, another groan was forced out of me and soon the rhythm of my groans
accompanied her increasingly rapid back and forth movements.

Aunt Miriam kicked her heel into the small of my back, spurring me to life,
making me push. When she stopped kicking me I withdrew at the same time as
she did. This intensified the feelings in my body, along my cock. I
realized that this was what I had to do and my aunt didn't have to spur me
anymore. Soon we were synchronized in our movements and our breath collided
in the small empty space between our faces.

I was surprised that I didn't cum at once and it surprised me even more
that I was able to continue to fuck my aunt for more than fifteen minutes,
but when her pussy started to squeeze my cock in frequent and rapid
contractions I couldn't hold back any longer. With a moan from my aunt and
a growl from me, I came. I could feel my sperm shoot out from the slit so
hard, and in such a large quantity, that it almost ripped the head in
halve.

My aunt crept closer to me and lay shuddering in my arms. I became aware of
her breasts crushed against my chest. I realized that my cock was buried,
root deep, in a cunt! My own aunt's cunt!

"Mmm," aunt Miriam sighed as she lifted her face up to mine and gave me a
soft kiss. "That was nice," she smiled. "Do you want me to sleep in your
bed tonight too?"

"Oh yes!" I whispered hoarsely. "Oh yes... Please!"

"We'd better get up now, and you must shower. Otherwise you'll stink of
woman all day," my aunt giggled and pushed me out of the bed.

Reluctantly I left her and went to the bathroom. It obviously didn't bother
her to smell womanly, because when I came down to the kitchen she sat at
the table sipping coffee and chatting with mom. Mom looked a little upset,
but hid it rather well. Beth just gave me a dirty look when I said my 'good
morning' to her. I didn't know what I had done to her!

The day passed quickly. I played football and just hung out with my
friends. Soon it was time to do my homework, then it was dinner time, and
after that I wasn't allowed to go out.

When aunt Miriam brought me my pill that evening she looked at me a little
speculatively.

"What do you say we skip the pill tonight? It isn't good for you to take
them so often, you know."

"OK," I said, a little scared that I again would meet the morning in my
fatigued state.

"If you're asleep, when I come to bed I'll wake you up real early and we
can... You know, do our little secret again. But if you're still awake,
I'll give you the pill then and I wont wake you up tomorrow morning, just
let you sleep as long as you need to. Agreed?"

I just nodded my head up and down so eagerly that I almost got whiplash.
Aunt Miriam laughed softly, bent down and kissed me with her soft lips. I
don't know if it was the promise, the days activities, or just relaxation
that did it, but almost as soon as I had switched off the light I was
asleep and I slept through the whole night without waking up once. In the
morning aunt Miriam woke me up as she had promised. And it was not the way
my mother wakes me up. Aunt Miriam woke me up with her pussy sliding down
over my cock! And she was moaning softly in my ear. It was the best wake up
call I'd ever had.

The scene from the day before repeated itself in an almost comical way as I
stepped into the kitchen and sat down on my chair. Mom gave me a bleak
smile, Beth gave me a dirty look, and the only one that smiled happily,
except me, was my aunt. I heard a few heated words spoken as I went
upstairs to get my schoolbooks but thought nothing of it. Beth was
obviously going through some phase, which didn't bother me. It wasn't the
first time.

A school day is a school day, and nothing of interest happens during the
school day when you're fifteen. You look at girls. You talk about girls.
You lust after girls. So did I, even though I had my own 'girl' at home, my
aunt, and she had promised to sleep with me every night so I could get my
good nights sleep.

"We have to change our arrangement a little," my aunt said to me when she,
just to be safe, brought me my pill but instead of giving it to me she put
it on the bedside table with a glass of water. "Take this if you can't
sleep. I can't sleep with you tonight. Your mother and sister are a little
upset. It would be nice of you if you fell asleep without it. I'll come in
sometime during the night and wake you up if you haven't taken your pill.
You must promise that you don't touch me above my shoulders. It's a... you
know - woman-thing. I really need to put on my anti-wrinkle cream and
should you touch it, it might get... dislocated so to speak."

I would have promised her anything just to get her to come into my bed.

When she came into my room as promised, I woke up as soon as I heard the
faint clicking sound of the door closing. I didn't reveal to her that I was
awake though, I was still more than a little shy. My insecurity paid off
though. My aunt slipped down beside me and her hand immediately sneaked
down and found my cock, still dormant, and took it in her soft hand. She
squeezed it a little, and as it is with a boy's cock, the slightest touch
and it springs to life, grows and stiffens. She gave it a little harder,
reassuring, squeeze and then she pushed my pajama bottoms down. When my
cock was freed she rolled over me, pushed herself up on straight arms and
slid my cock a couple of times along the soft groove of her pussy. She
tried to make it's head spread her lips apart but she failed and she soon
had to rest her head beside mine, letting her hair tickle my face in the
process. Then she slipped her other hand down between us. I could feel that
she ministered her pussy a little and then she grasped my cock between two
of her fingers and let her hips sink down, swallowing my cock as her pussy
pushed down against my stiff dick.

I remembered what aunt Miriam had told me, no touching above her shoulders,
so I took that as justification to let my hands slide down and embrace her
tight little bottom with my hands. Her cheeks were too big to let my hands
cup them properly, but with my open hands on her, I enjoyed the feel of the
muscles working under her soft skin.

She moaned a little as my hands made contact with her flesh and this
inspired me. I hadn't copped a feel of her pussy yet, and since she fucked
me with only our sexes touching, there was ample room to feel her up
between our bodies.

"Aargh!" she almost screamed as she felt my hand on her pussy and it
contracted once. When I found her wetness, it contracted a couple more
times. "Yeesss," she sighed, and, for the reminder of our first fuck of the
night, my hand never left her pussy.

In the morning my aunt smiled and winked conspiratorially at me, and I
returned the wink with a big, happy smile.

The conversation repeated itself that evening and the clicking of my
bedroom door woke me up as it had the night before. My aunt climbed into my
bed, naked, and her hand slipped down and found my cock at once. My hand
found my aunt's cunt and I cupped it. It felt slightly different though.
The hair seemed to be... sparser and finer in texture. Maybe she had
trimmed her generous bush. Her lips were just as protruding as before and
they kissed the palm of my hand wetly. Her sigh was as hot as usual, her
eagerness too. Her technique was a little different tonight though. She sat
on me and sank down in one swift, long, downward push. Her pussy didn't
accommodate my stiffness at once so she had to rise and lower herself a
couple of times before she had swallowed it totally. Then she started her
motions; five or six rapid lifts and sinking downs. Then she rubbed her
splayed pussy against my hard pubic bone. Then it all repeated itself. Her
action made it impossible for me to hold her pussy in my cupped hand so I
decided to explore her breasts instead. I hadn't felt them before but they
were surprisingly small and hard. The nipples were hard too as I pinched
them. I lifted my head and searched for the nipple with my mouth, and when
I found it I probably sucked it too hard, because my aunt gave a little
cry.

"Sorry," I mumbled, with my mouth full of tit.

"Shush," she whispered and after that we didn't say a word.

She rode me through two wonderful cums before she slipped out of my bed,
and with the nighty in her hand, slipped out of the door. I thought I would
catch a glimpse of her naked body as she passed through it but the light in
the hallway wasn't on so I had to be content with the fatigue that spread
through my body, and as usually happens men after a love session, I quickly
fell asleep.

This wonderful state of life lasted for two more weeks, then aunt Miriam
had to go back home for a week. The first night she was gone it was decided
that I should try to sleep without the sleeping pill and the result was
disastrous. I didn't get a wink of sleep all night. The next night was the
same. In her desperation, mom called aunt Miriam and they talked for almost
half an hour, during which time my mother's voice had risen in what I
thought was anger, a few times.

"Will," mom finally called to me. "Your aunt want's to talk to you."

Heavily I went over to the phone and grunted a 'hello' into the receiver.

"You poor thing," I heard my aunt's voice saying. "I heard that you are
back to the old... curse. Do you remember what I told you about you needing
comforting? To feel secure?"

"Uhu."

"I've talked to your mother and she's willing to take my place for a while.
You must sleep, you know."

"I know," I said with the despair clearly showing in my voice.

"Do you promise me to have a good nights sleep if your mother lies beside
you?"

"I'll try," I said. "She wont be you though," I added a little bitter.

"No. Well, almost. She is my sister," aunt Miriam laughed a little. "Put
your mother on again, will you?"

Silently I handed the phone back to mom and then I went up to my room and
lay down on the bed, looking at those damn patterns on the wallpaper. I had
forgotten all about them while aunt Miriam shared my bed with me, but now
they turned up in all their ugliness again.

A while later mom came into my room. She sat down beside me and silently
looked at me for a while.

"Do you think it will work this way?" she finally asked.

"I don't know," I muttered.

"Well, I guess we'll have to try it. I'll come back after I've watched the
late news," she said as she left.

It's funny how life has a tendency to repeat itself in the minute detail it
did the next morning. I awoke with my cock pushing against my mother's
stomach. When I moved, my cock slipped down, its head resting on my
mother's soft pubes. As she felt it touch her she opened her eyes. When she
realized what was happening her eyes widened. She flung her leg over my
hips, pulling herself closer to me, thus pushing the cockhead down between
her thighs, leaving it pushing at the softest pair of pussy lips I had ever
felt, actually only the second pair, soft and warm. When I tried to
withdraw I found that my hips were locked in place by her strong leg
muscles. She drew closer to me and the head of my cock slipped down along
those soft lips, parting them, letting the wetness inside them oil its head
so that when she made a little back and forth move with her hips, my cock
slipped just inside them. Her eyes widened even more. Her mouth opened as
if she was about to speak. Instead a soft sigh escaped her, letting a
breeze of her, a little stale, morning breath, spill over my face. Later I
was to learn that her breath became almost musky when she got aroused. This
I didn't know at the time, now I just thought it was the same smell I have
in my mouth when I wake up in the morning. It wasn't an unpleasant smell
and it added to the smell from her cunt that drifted up from under the
blanket, mixing into something almost intoxicating. Arousing. Making me
want to push my hips forwards. Make my cock slip further inside my mother's
already wet cunt, but I couldn't make up my mind whether she wanted me to
do so or not. She decided the matter for me as she pushed her own hips
forward and her pussy swallowed my cock. With several small sharp
movements, she slowly but steadily forced it to sink further and further
inside her. When it was all the way in, her wide open eyes slowly closed,
almost as if the eyelids became too heavy for her to hold open, but only
till I started moving my own hips... Only till my glans rasped the inside
walls of her cunt. Then they flew open again, open but unseeing. She stared
into my eyes but I don't think she was aware of the fact that it was I, her
own son, who was fucking her. All she knew was there was a hot, stiff cock
stroking into her spasming cunt. It was pulsating, squeezing, milking me. I
didn't know that it could be this hot and enjoyable to fuck a women. I had
enjoyed my fucks with my aunt, but this had to be the pussy with capital P.

Mom rolled me over onto my back but she remained laying on my stomach. She
pressed her pussy down, mashing it against my pubic bone, and when she was
pressed as tightly against it as she could be, she rubbed it back and forth
a couple of time, sighing deep sighs while she was doing this. Then she
raised her butt, and breathing in deeply, held her breath while she slowly
lowered her ass, sliding her cunt all the way down over my stiff shaft.
Then she repeated these movements, over and over.

I became aware of my mother's ass and my hands found their way up to it,
grabbing hold of a cheek in each hand. Felt how the muscles played under
the taught skin as she moved. Felt how the ass rippled as she rubbed
herself against me.

Then she came. She held her breath while the first cramp tormented her cunt
with its pleasure. When the squeeze subsided, the breath that rushed back
into her lungs almost rasped her throat. Then she held her breath again but
now a soft mewl was heard, and when her spasming pussy forced my own orgasm
to explode, her mewling turned into muffled cries.

She collapsed heavily down onto me. She buried her face in my neck. I could
feel her lips nibble the skin there, making me my skin break out in goose
pimples.

"Sorry, I'm heavy, aren't I?" she said and rolled off me, letting my cock
slip out and slap wetly against my stomach. "Sorry again," she giggled.
"You're dad hates it when I do that."

"Mmm, it was really awful." I blushed as soon as my words escaped me. I
could just pray that she didn't take it the wrong way, thinking that I
thought our love making been awful. "It... it was... nice up till now, I
mean," I stammered.

"I know, darling. Thank you. I too think it was wonderful. Now get up and
get the smell off you. I'll make breakfast."

The day passed, as most of my days did, and when evening came mom entered
my room and lay the sleeping pill on my bedside table.

"I think we have found a way for you to sleep peacefully, but just in case
I'll leave your pill here. I can't sleep with you tonight though."

I guess I must have looked crestfallen, because she quickly added, "No, no,
don't worry dear. I've talked with your sister and she's willing to sleep
in your bed tonight." She bent down and kissed me on the forehead before
she said goodnight.

That night life didn't repeat itself. As soon as my sister slipped into my
bed she felt for my cock and this woke me up. She found it and squeezed
it... delighted as she felt it stiffen. As I had woken up on my back, I
didn't have to move to give my sister access to my stiffening cock. The
only problem with this arrangement was that I couldn't get to her body... a
body I had wanked over several times earlier that year after I had caught a
glimpse of her pussy. She had came out of her room, on her way to the
bathroom to take her shower, and she had just wrapped her gown around her
in haste, not noticing that one side had gotten caught up and was stopped
from falling into place, letting the right side of her body, from the waist
down, to be revealed to me. The fleeting glimpse of her curly, blonde hair
had been enough to fuel my fantasy for several nights. Now I wanted to get
a first hand feel of it, so I turned on my side so that I lay facing her.

I felt my sister shiver as my hand touched her silky skin but she didn't
withdraw. My hand had landed on her stomach and I could feel the muscles
knot up at my touch. As I let my hand slowly glide up to her breasts, I
felt the muscles ripple under the skin all the way. When I found a breast
and cupped it in my hand, she pushed her chest against me and pressed her
breast into my hand. I found a nipple and pinched it between my index and
middle finger, with my hand still cupping and gently squeezing her breast.

"Oh," she sighed. "Oh, yesss. I was so mad at you," she whispered and I
wondered what she was talking about. "Mad when I heard you and mom and...
Oh god yes," she whimpered as my hand started its slow downward trip. She
knew its goal.

"Oh yes," she sighed again as my hand found the curly, soft hair on her
Venus hill. It wasn't a mountain, it was more a slope, a slippery slope,
downwards. As luck would have it, I had spread my fingers apart a little as
I felt the hair and now one finger slid along her slit quite by accident. I
didn't know where it was, I knew there should be one but I had never
actually explored this part of a woman before. Come to think of it, this
was the first woman-body I had ever been able to touch wherever I wanted
to.

My finger met a slit that was strewn with pearls of wetness, so closely
together that it almost felt like a long streak of wet skin. I could
clearly feel the flaps. They were still held tightly together, but when my
finger slid up again they parted, letting me feel this wonderful softness.
Wet and soft and hot. My sister's pussy eagerly accepted my finger as it
slid inside the soft folds. Her body trembled a little as I buried my
finger up to the second knuckle and she reached down and took hold of my
wrist.

"Don't move," she panted in my ear. "I don't want to come on your finger."

She drew my hand away, but before I had time to feel dejected she had
replaced it with my cock head. If my aunt's and mother's cunts had been
soft, my sister's was more so... and it was so very tight. It was so tight,
in fact, that we had to struggle a little to get my cock to bottom out and
knock at the entrance of her uterus.

I could feel every wrinkle, every nook, every ripple, every contraction and
every release in my sister's pussy. We lay there, facing each other, while
we fucked... no, even better than that, we made love. It was tender, yet
fast and erratic, and we built up to our orgasms in unison. Then we came,
explosively, in unison. My sister became a quivering mass in my arms and I
hardly had the strength to hold her shaking body tightly against me.

"Mmmmm," she whispered with her lips pressed against my cheek. "I do love
you my darling brother."

"Me too... Love you, I mean," I answered a little bewildered. I realized
that I really did. As a brother? Yes. As a lover? Certainly! As a
sweetheart? Of course.

Just one more thing before I end my story. I have never, since that night,
suffered any problems with sleeplessness. Maybe because I haven't slept on
my own since then. My sister has always been there for me, and my mother,
as well as my aunt when she came to visit.

All I really want to know now is, who is responsible for the three new
babies in our family, apart from me of course. I mean, who instigated the
whole thing? For a while I thought it was aunt Miriam... but now I'm almost
certain that the prime suspect has to be my mother.