Mi Hermana Dormida Novels & Stories

The air conditioner hummed a low, monotonous drone, doing nothing to cool the heat pooling between my thighs. Across the room, Mia was dead to the world. She lay on her back, one arm flung over her head, the other resting on her stomach. Her breathing was deep and even, punctuated by the occasional soft snore that was almost endearing. She looked innocent. Peaceful. Completely unaware that her stepbrother had just promised to defile the bed three feet from where she slept. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, my heart hammering.

He pushed the door open silently and stepped inside, locking it behind him. Mia was on her stomach this time, face turned toward the wall, one leg pulled up so her ass was slightly raised. The thin pink tank top had ridden all the way up her back, and her sleep shorts were wedged between her cheeks, the fabric dark with a fresh wet spot right over her pussy. Her breathing was deep and even—dead asleep.

Before falling asleep, Mila, who was lying on the bed, suddenly raised her hand, muttering: "Quickly take me to a bar with a lot of handsome boys, hurry!" Putting the sleeping woman on the bed, Mia just laid her back on the bed and buried her face in the pillow to continue sleeping, she said dreamily to him: "I'm going to sleep too." She was drunk but she still knew he needed to rest because he hadn't slept last night.

“My love….mio prezioso amore (my precious love) ..mijn kostbare liefde (my precious love)…it’s alright. you were sleep singing and playing. That’s so cool…and your voice is still as sweet…come let us retire to our room and hopefully get some more sleep.“ He said as he began to lead her to their room and leaving everyone else asleep in the living room. Romero turned on You’ll be in my heart on the radio so they could sleep. Elleanna wrapped her arms around Romero’s neck and smiled at him. “I love you so much, mio prezioso amore.”

"Will you stay with me?" "I'm not going anywhere". I nodded at my brother as he took another call and left. "I've got to attend a few meetings tomorrow, but we should have you home before then...if not, Madre will be here." Maria nodded. I took off my shoes, and Maria scooted over in the tiny bed. I Climbed in beside her and put my arm around her and she fell asleep against my chest, listening to my heartbeat, as she usually did at night.

Isabella It shouldn’t be a surprise that I had a difficult time falling asleep. Once I was upstairs in my room, I called my mother. It was nearly midnight in Kansas City, and the call went to voice mail. I told her I loved her. I stared up at the ceiling. Between the memories of Em’s and my first date and complete shock over the way my world has been turned upside down in the course of a few weeks, sleep was elusive. This morning, after I showered and dressed for work, I went downstairs. Mia was sitting at an umbrella table and drinking coffee out by the pool. Jorge was content and babbling in that colorful fence thingy. I stepped into the sunshine. “Thank you for what you did last night.”

She could hear something just above that, too, the sound of familiar voices calling. Her parents, shouting out her name, closer, closer... searching when they hadn’t been able to find her. Their cries becoming frantic the louder and nearer they came. They were calling her name, demanding that she answer them. But she couldn’t; she was just too tired, and she knew already she was on the grass, laying there fast asleep. Knew also, sadly, that she would not be able to answer those calls for a long, long time.

I tell her when my hand reaches her drenched pussy. "I told you I just came," she smiles. "I don't know how... I mean... from the transmitter commands but... anyway, do you mind if we just wait a little before we continue? I'm wiped out." I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, my sister is sitting on the floor, holding the DVD. "You did doze off... and you snored," her voice seems distant but not unfriendly. She's leaning against the couch and I stretch out behind her, my head behind hers.

I tell her when my hand reaches her drenched pussy. "I told you I just came," she smiles. "I don't know how... I mean... from the transmitter commands but... anyway, do you mind if we just wait a little before we continue? I'm wiped out." I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, my sister is sitting on the floor, holding the DVD. "You did doze off... and you snored," her voice seems distant but not unfriendly. She's leaning against the couch and I stretch out behind her, my head behind hers.

Ava Maya lay on her side, one leg cocked out over the edge of the bed, the other tucked up under her, half-wrapped in the storm-gray sheet. Her hair spilled over the pillow, fanned out like black silk, her lips parted just enough to show the soft pink inside. She looked… peaceful. Not the word anyone would ever use for Maya Torres, whose entire brand was chaos and overcommitment and taking up maximum space. But now, with her mouth slack and her lashes feathering her cheeks, she seemed softer than I’d ever seen her.