Chapter 3: In The Silent

I woke in the middle of the night from an improbably erotic dream with a throbbing, rigid erection. In my dream, Gretta and I were at a drive-in movie, kissing and making out like any normal adolescent couple. My hands were down her pants playing with a very slippery pussy and she was slowly stroking my hard cock, protruding from my entirely unzipped and unbuttoned pants. Her shirt was unbuttoned revealing the slight swell of her breasts. Her tongue was soft and warm in my mouth as she tried to spread her legs wider; trapping my hand inadvertently in her partially unzipped jeans.

Just my luck." I opened my eyes in the darkened room. "An unfinished wet dream in a hotel room with my sister sleeping four feet away."

But Gretta wasn't sleeping at all. She wasn't even in the room. A blue light from the sitting room glowed through a crack in the door. She was watching TV. "Watching TV?"

Before I had time to think about this, the blue light shining through the cracked door went out and the room was plunged into darkness. A moment later I heard the door open and the sound of Gretta moving across the room to her bed. I heard the blanket and sheet pulled down and the bed creak slightly as she climbed in. The covers rustled as she pulled them up.

In the silence of the darkened room, I heard Gretta turn over in bed and waited for the sound of her breathing to become regular. I figured once she was asleep I could slip into the bathroom and take care of my extremely hard dick without her being the wiser.

Her breathing however didn't become regular. She kept moving around in her bed repositioning herself. She seemed to be holding her breath and letting it out in small gasps.

Was she crying?"

That seemed unlikely. I'd been with her the entire trip and she seemed very happy all the time we were together, yet I could swear she was crying. It sounded like she was trying to stifle her sobs by holding her breath. There would be silence for maybe a minute and then she would release her breath in a slow controlled gasp.

Then I heard another sound that I was unable to identify. It was a rhythmic sound coming from her side of the room. It seemed muffled and then I realized it was coming from under her covers.

What on earth is she doing?"

I slowly turned in my bed and strained me ears and eyes to try to figure out what she was doing there in the dark. I was able to just make out her shape on the bed. Her knees were raised under the blanket and I was able to hear that muffled sound again. She gasped under her breath and the sound became a little louder and faster.

Is she doing what I think she's doing?"

As if in reply she whimpered and took a deep ragged breath as the sound of her hand under the cover slowed and then sped up again.

I don't believe it; She's masturbating!"

It took me a moment to understand. She thought I was asleep. She was getting herself off because she thought I wasn't awake.

The realization of what she was doing hit me like a stroke of lightening. My erect cock, which had softened slightly as I waited for her to drift off to sleep, became instantly as rigid as tempered steel. A flame of raw excitement burned in my stomach and my entire body began to tingle.

Suddenly she stopped and I thought my state of wakefulness had been detected, A moment later, however the snap of elastic and the faint sound of fabric slipping over skin told me she was slipping her panties off. I heard her sit up in bed and then could just detect her shadow folding her heavy comforter style blanket to her feet. That just made sense; the room was pretty warm.

As she lay back down, I reached slowly down and touched the outline of my cock, which was standing as rigid as a flagpole despite the jockey shorts I was still wearing. They felt like they were about to tear, yet I didn't dare to ease myself out of the leg opening; I was far to hard to do that without making more noise than a sleeping person would.

She resumed where she had left off. Now, with the heavy outer cover off I could hear what she was doing all too clearly. In addition to the sound of her hand hitting the sheet, I could hear a wet, slippery sound that couldn't be anything but a very wet pussy.

As her excitement increased, her caution declined. She was no longer holding her breath. It came in sharp gasps and occasionally a whimper would escape as she continued rubbing her cunt rapidly and totally oblivious to my presence.

All this time I had been squeezing my relentlessly throbbing cock through my underwear in the futile hope that I could somehow squeeze it to a quiet orgasm. All this was doing was making me more and more excited.

All I can do is wait for her to finish" I thought to myself as I continued to alternately caress and squeeze my aching dick. I was on fire with arousal and if she kept on doing that I felt I wouldn't be able to stop myself from openly masturbating along with her.

Would she even notice?"

Slowly I began to peel back the taunt material that imprisoned my aching dick. Part of it was soaking wet and stuck to the cotton material as I tried to free myself. Finally I got the material over the head of my straining cock. It sprung free and the elastic snapped back into place.

On the other side of the room, Gretta stopped rubbing herself and for a moment I thought she had heard me. I froze and waited for her to say something. Under the covers, my newly liberated cock tingled and dripped a steady stream of pre come on the sheet.

I heard her sheet rustle as she repositioned herself and then the sound of her fingers as they resumed rubbing, they sounded louder somehow. Straining my eyes, I saw that she had slid her sheet down to her feet and was masturbating without any covering.

The darkness of the room was so complete that I really couldn't see too much, but I was able to make out the shape of her pale white legs raised on her bed. Of course I could clearly hear her as she rubbed her pussy and then stopped. She rubbed and then stopped. Again and again she repeated this, all the time her breathing becoming more and more ragged.

Beneath the covers, my trembling hand grasped my inflamed and slippery cock and began to slowly move it up and down the shaft. Any illusions I may have had about quietly and modestly getting myself off disappeared instantly. The sound was clearly discernible even under a sheet and blanket. It was the unmistakable sound of someone jacking off. A hand moving up and down a very slippery cock with increasing urgency.