I Sleeped With My Sister Novels & Stories

Every second looking at that unsuspecting innocent face made me want to scream out in confession, I don't know how long I could keep this to myself. I WAS IN BED WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!! “Yeah, I… I understand. All good.” I rambled. “Wow. Didn't expect it to be that easy, are you alright? You are acting really strange.” He said. I forced a smile. “Yeah I am fine, just… rough night.” Rough night, really? What is wrong with me? “Okay then, I will see you at breakfast and after that we can discuss how I would make it up to you this time, unfailingly.” He smiled and turned to the door.

Dad opened his arms, but I didn't want his hugs; I needed my sister's hugs. With a deep breath, I looked outside the window, watching as the sun came up before yawning softly. "Go to sleep; when you wake up, your sister will be back," Dad said softly. I nodded my head softly before walking out. But I made a turn to Eli's room before cuddling into her bed, while tears dropped from my eyes. "Where are you, sissy? Please come back," I whispered before sleeping off.

The sight of these two sexy coeds, one of them my sister, kneeling between my legs, their tits swinging back and forth as they fight over my cock, gives me the biggest orgasm of the night. The next morning I wake up, glad to know it wasn't just a dream. I really slept with my sister and her roommate, their naked bodies still wrapped around mine. My morning hard-on doesn't go unnoticed and Sherrie argues successfully that she should be the one to ride it because she won't see me as often as my sister. Susan watches for a while then runs one hand over Sherrie's ass and down to my balls and uses her other hand to stimulate Sherrie's clit, while Sherrie bounces up and down on my rigid pole. I've

I fall back on my bed, looking at the spinning blades of the ceiling fan. “Edric!” I gasp and sit upright. It’s dark outside. I fell asleep at some point. Groggy and confused, I look around my empty room. Who mind-linked me? “Edric. Wake up!” It's Jolie. “What?” “Are you sleeping?” “I was.” I’m irritated. Why is my sister waking me in the middle of the night? “Is something wrong?” “I can’t sleep.” We used to talk like this when we were pups, keeping each other company on the nights we couldn’t sleep. I’m tempted to tell her to leave me alone, but I’ve woken her plenty of times when I needed someone. “What’s wrong?”

Annette moaned softly and pushed her soft bottom back against me. I looked around the room a little wildly when I realized the sun was up. My bedroom door was still closed, so I hoped Dad hadn't looked in and seen us sleeping together. I knew from the clock that he had already left. I put the thought out of my mind and pushed my sister over onto her stomach so I could take her wonderful pussy from behind. When she spluttered in protest, I realized that she had still been asleep. She had been pushing her hips back toward me as she slept. Once she was awake, she turned her head and gasped.

I asked. She closed her eyes and nodded. "I'll be fine," she said in a sleepy voice. She scooted closer to me and I pulled her into an embrace. She was warm and smelled amazing. Before long I could hear her soft snores as she slept against my chest. I lay there enjoying the feel and scent of my little sister, wondering if I'd made a mistake by shooting her down. I drifted off thinking about what it would be like to make love to Tori.

Even if I did not have one, there was no way I could be with my stepbrother, Boris. The mention of Boris reminded me of my mother's wedding night with my stepfather, Titus Wagner. I had been sleeping in my room then. At night, a man slipped into my bed while no one was paying attention. Feeling the figure of about 200 pounds press down on me, I woke up right away and struggled underneath his heavy body. His smelly, sweaty hand covered my mouth while his other hand groped me beneath the covers as he tried to take off my clothes.

The two of us often found ourselves in fits of giggles, mirroring the camaraderie that had forged our unbreakable bond. The flickering light of the TV cast an eerie glow in the darkened room as the minutes ticked past midnight. I was still engrossed in the program on the screen, my surroundings enveloped in the soothing quietude of the late hour. Meanwhile, Mia, my dear soul sister, had already succumbed to the grasp of sleepiness and made her way to our shared bedroom.

"Do you want to try it?" "No, thanks. I don't think I'll like it," he declined, and he made a face when he saw her start drinking it. "I suppose drinking that when you can't sleep is some custom you have..." "Yes..." she stood by his side and also leaned on the edge of the countertop. "What did you do when you couldn't sleep?" "Honestly, I don't remember, but... my sister always climbed into my bed when she couldn't sleep or had a nightmare."

I was about to knock, but stopped midway as my closed raised fist hovered away from the door by a few inches. What if she was already asleep? I didn’t want to disturb her. I mind linked Ian “Hey, can I come in? I was afraid she might be asleep and I didn’t want to wake her with my knocking” I also didn’t want to walk inside unannounced while he was there, not that I expected them to be intimate at all, but still. “She just fell asleep, come in” he said back softly. I walked quietly inside and saw my sister sleeping on her side, her hand was holding Ian’s firmly.