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Sleepwalking Ch. 01

By: CattyTonic



I'm prone to insomnia. Most nights it's not too bad, but if I'm preoccupied with a problem, or not at home, I can sometimes lay awake for hours. Tossing and turning gets me nowhere, and, in fact, just pisses me off. Sometimes getting up is the only thing that can help me work off that excess energy. 

Like tonight for example. 

There was a party, a celebration: lots of people, lots of booze, and a great big rambling house in a part of town I rarely visited. Lauren was there: my BFF, my partner in crime. I think she knew the host, or maybe a friend of the host, or a friend of a friend. Regardless: we'd both heard that it would be a rager, and we weren't disappointed. 

She and I had started the game of spin-the-bottle as a silly ice-breaker. It soon degenerated into a combination of strip-truth-or-dare and seven-minutes-in-heaven with a lot of exhibitionism thrown in for good measure. It was awesome. It was a blur of hot, sexy people, and a lot of giddy experimentation. I'd had the chance to make out with more people than I could count: men and women. I hadn't had that much fun since my first few forays into heavy petting in junior high. Something about the public and the forbidden mixed with alcohol-fueled inhibition ... I groaned and felt my panties getting wet again, just at the thought. 

I touched my lips and remembered the taste and textures, of mouth after mouth greedily kissing, hands caressing my breasts, squeezing my nipples, rubbing, cupping, scooping each gladly offered bounty of flesh I dared to share. Other hands slowly, deliciously slipping up the insides of my thighs, seeking the warmth and wetness beneath my short summer dress. My nipples and cunt contracted in a single, powerful pulse as I remembered the feeling of being touched, explored, devoured by hungry hands and lips, while even more hungry eyes devoured the image of me arching and writhing as one person after another explored my body under the devilish encouragement of Lauren.

Finally, it had become too much, and dizzy and nauseated I bowed out of the game to a disappointed chorus of protests. Lauren had my back, as always, and she told everyone to cool it. She walked me to a guest room and put me to bed, locking the door behind me to keep me safe from anyone who might want to take advantage. She must have had a key, though, because when I woke at 4 a.m. She was sleeping next to me, hair tousled and wearing only her shirt and panties. I studied her face in the moonlight and felt a rush of sloppy drunken adoration. Her dark hair fell in a soft wave, partially obscuring her eyes and nose, but I could see her lips softly curved into a tiny, dreaming smile. The Mona Lisa of the bedroom. 

I snickered to myself, then realized I was definitely not going to be able to fall asleep again--at least not right away. I didn't want to wake Lauren, so I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and tiptoed toward the door, hoping that a short ramble around the house would be enough to soothe me back to sleep. As I rounded the corner of the bed, I snagged my foot in her shorts and almost fell, but caught myself just in time. I smothered a giggle, hoping I hadn't woken her up; I was still just a little tipsy, apparently. What I really needed was some water, and a good bout of nocturnal exploration. 

The living room was pitch black and most of the party-goers had left, though there were still a few cars in the driveway. I felt hot and flushed, restless. Someone had shut the windows, and the room felt stuffy and close. I pressed my cheek against the cool window, trying to remember every delicious minute. I turned my face, rolling my forehead on the dark glass, my long hair hanging in curtains on either side of my face. My breath steamed the window in front of me, and I suddenly knew exactly what I needed to fall back to sleep. With no further thought I lightly ran the palm of my hand across my breasts, then traced it lightly down my belly, across the curve of my hips, then down toward my thighs. The hem of my dress was a whisper; it offered no resistance. My hand slid up, concealed in folds of fabric to find the soft edge of my panties, then slid gently beneath to the waiting slick silk of my hungry pussy.

My breath caught and I groaned in relief as I ground my palm over my hungry clit. I slid my fingers in feathery strokes up and down my lips, splaying them open, my busy hand tugging the elastic teasingly along the delicate junctures of my thighs. My clit vibrated for more attention, but I took my time, teasing myself. I'd been so wound up earlier during the game, but so drunk I hadn't been able to get off. And maybe, in spite of my apparent lack of inhibition, there was a part of me that didn't want to share that most intimate experience with a room full of strangers: no matter how deliciously sexy everyone was and how horny I was feeling. 

I was so wrapped up in self-exploration I didn't notice the sound of someone behind me until it was too late. I felt a gentle hand slip over my eyes and a hot kiss fall on my shoulder. I froze, knuckle deep in my own pussy, dizzy with lust, but also torn by shock and shame at having been caught like this in someone's living room. 

The lips were still touching my shoulder, and I heard a soft voice, the barest husky murmur. I couldn't understand it at first; I felt it on my skin more than heard it. I wanted to reply, but my tongue had frozen in my mouth, my right hand buried in my cunt and my left pressed against the glass near my head, supporting my weight as I sagged forward, knees weak with lust. I tilted my head just a bit, my shoulders shifting as if I meant to stand and turn. 

The voice rose enough for me to hear: "No, don't. ... move ... so fucking hot ..." the ragged whisper was smothered as the mouth resumed its attention on my shoulder, the lips opening slightly, tongue trailing along the line of my scapula until it reached the thin cotton strap of my dress. I heard a tiny intake of breath and then felt the unmistakeable nip of teeth as the mouth bit lightly at my skin, caught the strap, and gently urged it down the slope of my shoulder. 

The hand slipped from my eyes, but I kept my head pressed hard against the glass. Was this a dream? Was this really happening? Was I slipping into an alcohol-induced coma and having an erotic near-death experience? Cool!! 

Or not. 

I shook my head and again made as if to step back again. Both hands tightened on my shoulders. "No, please ..." the voice whispered again. It was soft and low. I couldn't even tell if it was a woman or a man, but at this point I didn't really care. "Please," the voice said again, lips hot against my skin. "I want you like this, I want to discover you, I want to touch every inch of you and find where your limbs meet meet in the hollows and shadows of your body. I want to write poetry on your flesh with my tongue, and make music in your cunt with my fingers and mouth ..." 

My body reacted instantly. My nipples were rock hard, my pussy clenched around my fingers like a pulse and I felt a fresh surge of wetness ooze from my already sopping cunt. The voice continued, "Can I? Can I do this? Please say yes. Please ..." In answer, I removed my fingers and lifted them slowly toward my shoulder, toward the hot mouth that spun such filthy beauty and offered them. All I heard in reply was a throaty groan and the feel of greedy lips sucking the moisture from my fingers. 

The hands slipped suddenly from my shoulders, trailing down my back and hips to the hem of my skirt, where they deftly slipped beneath, grabbed the edges of my panties and pulled. They offered no resistance and I stepped out of them, placing my bare feet back down, one by one. I felt the coolness of the hardwood floor beneath my feet, and the shock of the night air hitting my steaming cunt. Gentle hands pressed the insides of my thighs, encouraging them further apart, tracing the tendons as they stretched a little wider, opening my body to further exploration. 

Then suddenly the hands were gone. I was standing, legs spread wide, my face still pressed against the glass, eyes shut and buried in the crook of my left elbow, right hand curved up and cupping my shoulder where my mystery lover had left it. But before I could react, I felt that mouth again, followed by the press of a body against me—a woman's body, I could now tell. She was about my height, her tits soft and warm against me. I felt her hips tucking forward, her pubis pressed hungrily against my ass, moving restlessly, seeking a place to rub away her need. She slid down my body, losing control. I felt the press of her panties and sopping wet pussy grinding briefly against my thigh and hipbone—my goodness, she was limber—and she gasped, then quickly pulled back, wanting to delay the release for as long as possible. Her warm arms wrapped around me as her voice again breathed: " ... are you sure? No going back once we start ..." 

I nodded, mute, my mouth fused with lust. 

" .... I need to hear it, I need the word ... you've been drinking, I've been drinking ..." her tongue and lips were working on my shoulders again, nibbling up my neck and toward the little hollow beneath my ear. My pussy clenched in reply before I could form the words. Moisture oozed down the inside of my left thigh. My legs and arms thrummed in anticipation. " ... yes ..." I breathed. There was no other possible answer. 

Again, the press of her body was gone, but I heard the creak of floorboards and then the brush of flesh against my legs. She had turned, and was now kneeling between my legs. I tried to steal a glance, dying to know her identity. I was in the thrall of lust, and half terrified of getting caught. What if Lauren woke up and noticed me gone? What if she came looking for me? What would she think, finding me with some stranger with her face buried in my cunt? And speaking of strangers—who on earth was this woman, this faceless, nameless goddess of lust who was preparing to go down on me in the middle of the night in the living room of a strange house, while I was pressed against the picture window for all to see. Truth or dare, indeed. 

I craned my neck, peering down the length of my body to see her face. Damn my dress! Damn the adorable flirty, full skirt that Lauren had told me was perfect for the party. "You'll be beating guys off with a stick all night," she said, then laughed at the unintentional pun. "You know what I mean." And I had. 

The dress was amazing: it was indigo blue with a stretchy shirred top with enough support that I didn't need a bra. The straps were thin and tied at the top. The bodice skimmed lightly down my ribs, shaped by a collection of tiny vertical darts that finally flared into pleats that completed the full, flouncy skirt. Stupid skirt. It fell forward in a soft cloud and effectively hid the woman's face, even her hair. I felt her breath on the inside of my leg. I suddenly forgot about cursing the skirt and closed my eyes in anticipation. 

Her lips were hot. Her tongue quickly found the moisture that was already running down my thighs. I heard her intake of breath as she savored the heat and scent radiating from my body. She knelt between my thighs, pushing my legs even farther apart, almost to the point of pain, to allow herself access. I felt her soft hair, I felt her hands running along my calves, my knees, my thighs, caressing and soothing the tensed muscles. When was she going to get down to business, for fucks' sake?!? I heard her chuckle under hear breath, like she was reading my mind. She was teasing me!! 

"Fucking bitch," I groaned. She laughed again, hot against my thigh.

"What's wrong?" She breathed. "Can I do anything for you?" Her open mouth adhered itself to my inner thigh, just inches from my gaping hungry cunt. 

"You know what you can do for me, slut," I murmured, "either put that sweet little mouth to work, or get the fuck out!" I sounded tough, but on the inside I knew if she stopped right now I would very likely cry or go insane—or both. 

Luckily, she had no intention of leaving. 

I suddenly felt what I wanted: her mouth, hot, wet and open, tongue soft and pliant, planted against my aching pussy. I stifled a small cry, and almost came right there, but I held back. I opened my eyes and looked at the driveway, counting cars, I had to make this last; I couldn't come after 10 seconds like a horny teenager. 

"One ... two ... three cars ..." I thought to myself, then gasped as her open mouth increased suction and pulled agonizingly at my pussy. I had never felt anything like this. " ... four ... five ... six ..." I was counting out loud now, under my breath, trying to gain control of my libido. 

She stopped suddenly, and a more normal voice came muffled from beneath my skirts, "Are you counting??" she asked.

"Uh huh ..." I groaned, "Can't ... come ... too ... soon." 

I heard her laughter again, and she sounded pleased. "Don't you worry, sweetness, I'll make sure you have plenty of fun, don't you worry." And then her lips were on my cunt again, silencing us both, for a while. 

She shifted a little on her knees, and resting one hand on my hip, slid the other between my legs. She spread me open gently, and I thought I heard her murmur something, but it was lost in a sharp intake of breath (mine) and a rumbly growl of lust (hers). I savored the slow sweet ache of her tongue tracing my slit, up and down each side, leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake. At the apex, where my clit stood happily at attention, she would stop—and I swear I could feel her smile—as she skipped that most sensitive point before touching down on the other side and continuing her circuitous explorations of the limits of my lust. 

My limits were negligible. After a minute or two of this exquisite torture I could bear it no longer. "Please," I said, and I snaked one hand down to my pussy, spreading myself, tilting my hips at an obscene angle, " ... please." 

She answered with a small kiss on my fingers, gently nudging my hand away with her nose. I put it, sopping, against the window, my juices making a little halo of mist around my fingers on the glass. I felt her own fingers, three of them, poised against my aching hole. I groaned in reply and moved my hips in a greedy circle. They slid in quick, hard, and deep, her thumb pressing just to the side of my clit. I felt my heart beat in my cunt, behind my knees, under my arms, in my nipples, and my in my head; my entire body felt like it was waking up, reaching toward my core to experience this moment. I thought it would be her thumb but it was her tongue, that strummed me to completion; soft, warm and pliant, gently licking at that poor beleaguered nub of flesh as her fingers pounded furiously in and out of me. It didn't take long. 

The orgasm hit me out of nowhere; there was no room left for a slow build. My body buckled and I nearly collapsed. I felt her smile against my cunt as the walls of my vagina convulsed and clenched around her fingers, and my clit bounced and thrummed like someone had plugged me into a light socket. I tried to muffle my cries, but I couldn't tell if I was succeeding. Instead, I buried my mouth in the crook of my arm and hoped for the best, tears of relief streaming from my eyes.

It took me a minute to come around, but I was finally able to register she was still there between my legs, her cheek pressed softly against my thigh, hands patiently stroking my ass and legs, waiting for me to collect myself. 

"Oh my god," I said, "that was fucking fantastic ..." 

"I know," she said, then laughed. "Just let me know when you're ready and we'll go for round two!" 

I didn't think it was possible, but my body thought otherwise. My cunt contracted like an angry animal, and I struggled to rein it in. "God, yes, but ... wait ... I want ..." I trailed off, lost as her fingers started their butterfly dance around my pussy again.

"You want ...?" she asked, her breath hot against me.

I shook my head, "I want you. I want to make you feel the way I feel right now. I want to taste you. I want to feel you go weak with desire, and then explode, shatter into a million pieces. Please ... " 

It was her turn to freeze ... her fingers paused ... she was considering. Her breath was on my thigh. My face and arms were pressed to the glass. Moisture trickled down my thighs, and I felt her tracing the silky trails with one delicate finger as she thought. 

"OK," she said .... "Here's how it's gonna happen." 

------ TO BE CONTINUED -----

Sleepwalking Ch. 01: My Brother's Bed



Ok Diary, this is the zinger. I've thought long and hard about whether to record this or not, but I have to. It's eating at my mind too much.

As you well know, I've always been a sleepwalker. It's a running joke for the rest of the family, but at times, it's been terrifying. Suddenly waking up to find you are sitting on the couch in front of the television at 2am isn't overly scary even if it is unnerving. But waking up sitting in the car with the keys in the ignition, staring at the garage door is a fucking nightmare. I know because it happened. What if I'd tried to drive?

I know I wrote about that one. It was that incident that prompted me to move back to my parents house at the age of 26. I'd been out on my own for some time, but that episode completely un-nerved me. It was enough that I asked Mum and Dad if I could come back and stay with them while I sought professional help, just so that there was someone to keep an eye on me and hopefully prevent me from doing something dangerous.

They were happy to have me of course, Mum in particular looked forward to having another woman in the house having been abandoned to just Dad and my younger brother (I can't believe he's turned 18 and is in his final year of school!)

Of course the instant that I moved out of home he claimed my bedroom as it was larger and had better light than his. I couldn't exactly demand it back, so I settled in his old room and only occasionally gave him shit about the fact that he was in my room. 

The first month was fine. I didn't sleep walk at all and my therapist thought that we were on a good track and might have even cracked it. She did warn me that it was possible that it was just the familiar environment of home that might have stopped it. No problem with that other than not wanting to live with the 'rents for the rest of my life!

The second month put test to that assessment when I started sleep walking again. Nothing serious, just finding myself standing in front of the fridge as if looking for a late night snack or waking up in front of the television as I had before, without memory of how I had got there. One time Dad found me taking the ironing board out of the laundry! I hate ironing at the best of times, so I joked with him that maybe that would be a good one to let slide. I might have woken up to find out that I'd finished all my laundry. Other than handling a scorching iron whilst asleep, what was the problem?

The next occasion wasn't dangerous, but it was bloody embarrassing. I woke up in my brother's bed.

It was 4am and I woke to him shaking me.

'What the fuck are you doing?' he'd asked me.

I didn't even respond. I was out to the world and it took him a moment to realise that this was part of the sleepwalking. He woke me up and when I realised where I was, I was glad it was dark enough that he couldn't see just how deep and red my blush was. I scrambled out of his bed in my light summer pyjamas and hustled back to where I was supposed to be.

If that had been the only time that it had ever happened I wouldn't have minded, but I think that him being in my old room complicated things. I wasn't prepared to tell Mum and Dad, it was way too embarrassing. Not to mention that my sleepwalking was enough of a source of jokes without providing them with more ammunition.

A couple of weeks passed without ending up anywhere untoward again and like so many times before, I thought that maybe I was on the way to beating it.

A lot of the rest of this I only know from what I've been told much later, but I'll tell it as I've been told it happened and will have to trust that what I've been told is accurate.

I woke up in my brother's bed again. This time, unlike the first time, I was alone and it was morning. Worse, I was topless! Later in the day when I tracked him down, I asked what had happened. He told me that I'd again climbed into his bed but that this time, he hadn't been able to wake me up and so he'd decided to simply get into my bed and do a swap. He reckons he was too freaked out as to what would happen if I woke up in bed with him without my top on.

What he told me what really happened much later was very different.

Apparently I'd done a little more than just climb into the bed. He woke up as I entered the room, my opening of his door having disturbed me. He had watched, a little amused and still a bit groggy from me waking him as I entered the room. I stopped just before the bed. I pulled off my top and then, with only my little summery pyjama shorts on, worked my way into his bed. He tells me he was stunned. I have nice tits. This is not false modesty, its fact. I've told you before how much boys stare at them. They're a b cup, not too small, not too big and they don't sag at all. Every man that has ever seen or touched them has complimented me on them and I've spent more than a little time enjoying them myself. I run, I swim and I keep myself in excellent shape. I keep my auburn hair a modest length, a couple of inches past my shoulders and I know that if I want I can draw the eye of any man in the room.

Apparently my brother has noticed all this too, especially as he's been going through his teenage years and his hormones have ran rampant. So when I climbed topless into his bed he reckons that he was already rock hard just from getting to see the tits he'd been trying to glimpse ever since he could remember.

Then I snuggled up to him! He claims it was like I tried to use him as a teddy bear. I mashed my tits against him and sent his hormones into over-drive. That messed up his decision-making processes and he decided to see just what would happen before I woke up. He wriggled free of my embrace and apparently I assumed my so nicely described 'starfish' sleeping position, spread out on my back like a great big welcome mat. He pulled the sheet down off me so that my tits were exposed and spent quite a long time just looking at them and stroking his erection.

He turned his reading lamp on to get a good look at them, but soon looking wasn't enough to satisfy him. He gently placed a hand on my breast and gave it a little squeeze, watching my face the whole time to see if I would react. When I didn't wake up he experimented more, running his finger around my nipple, watching as it hardened and rose in response. I have very perky nipples, with small areolae that you could cover with a quarter. Everyone is always surprised at just how far the nipple itself pokes out when it's hard. They're like magic. I love them and get especially turned on when they are sucked and tweaked. I even like it quite rough.

When he had them both standing up to attention, he played with them for a bit, amazed that I was sleeping through the whole thing. He tells me that I started to moan and writhe on the bed, but I do have limits as to what I believe.

At this point he was getting close to cumming, his raging cock about to explode due to the unexpected encounter. He says that he really wanted to cum all over my tits, but that he was worried that I'd either wake up as he did it, before he could clean me up, or as he was cleaning me. He settled instead for lowering his mouth to my nipple and sucking it! That was his tipping point and with his hand clutching tissues to his cock, he exploded. After that he fled to my room feeling guilty and embarrassed.

When I woke up and realised the state of my undress and where I was, I freaked out. What had I done and why the hell was my pussy so fucking wet? His initial story pacified me somewhat, but looking back I have to laugh about thanking him for being so chivalrous about it even if he had admitted to liking the glimpse he claimed to have had at my tits.

Every night after that I'd be going to bed praying that I wouldn't again wake up in my brother's. Apparently he went to bed praying the exact opposite.

~~~~~~~

The next time I sleep walked; Mum caught me going down the hall in my bikini with a towel over my shoulder. Talk about fucking random and weird. It was really starting to get to me.

Despite my prayers, it seems that Grant's (my brother) were heard first, because it happened again. Apparently the next time I didn't take my top off, but having had a taste of the forbidden, Grant was feeling bolder the second time around.

Once I had settled myself in his bed, he'd pulled the covers down to admire my sleeping form. Then, dissatisfied with the state of my clothing, he pulled my top up to expose my breasts again. He played with them, toying with the nipples, testing what he could get away with, how hard he could pull them, the whole time on a knife edge as he expected me to wake. I didn't.

The curiosity of a teenage boy is apparently a hard thing to temper and it wasn't long until he was wondering what my pussy was like. He pulled my pants down far enough to expose it. I keep my pussy lips bare of hair and have a quarter-inch wide landing strip leading to just above my slit. As he had with my nipples, he advanced his explorations in slow, hesitant steps. First he just looked. He has had a bit of experience with girls, but not a lot, so it was an opportunity he was going to make the most of.

According to him, looking only built his curiosity further and soon he was touching me, running his finger gently up and down my lips and along my landing strip, stopping occasionally to give his cock a good hard thrashing with his hand, bringing himself to the point of cumming and then backing off again to play with me instead.

He parted my lips and ran his finger between them, feeling that my body was reacting to his touches, lubricating itself in anticipation of what it expected to follow. His finger worked slowly as far as it could inside my pussy, wiggling about as he stroked his cock with his free hand, the naughtiness of what he was doing driving him wild.

He tells me that he nearly came with his finger inside me. He was only held back again by the thought of getting busted at the last moment. Apparently he wanted more but couldn't quite think of what to do. He said that he wanted to put his cock in me, to feel his sister's lips slide up and down his cock, but quite simply didn't have the balls to go through with it. Dirty fucker!

He decided that he had to leave before he did go too far. He stood alongside the bed, staring at my semi-naked body, his iron hard cock thrusting toward the ceiling in need of release. I opened my mouth at that point and the light reflected of some moisture on my lip like a little beacon. He carefully mounted the bed beside my head and wiped his cock across my lips, smearing them with the pre-cum that was readily seeping from him.

My mouth opened a little further and he pushed, his cock slipping a little inside my mouth. He tells me that at that point he managed to get a whole inch into my mouth before I happened to bite down on him a bit. I laughed when he told me, thinking that it was only justice for how he was violating me at the time. Why I didn't physically assault him when he told me is for later.

The bite on his cock gave him the impetus he needed to restore my clothing and flee the room. He went to mine and raided my panty drawer, using a pair to catch his sperm when he gave himself the release that his body was demanding.

Once again I awoke with relief that my brother was such a good guy, leaving me to have his bed when I'd interrupted his sleep. If only I'd known.

~~~~~~~

In hindsight and with more thought, the path that Grant had taken was only ever going to lead to him getting caught. As much as those first couple of encounters had failed to wake me, there really wasn't a great history of me staying asleep after sleepwalking. I tended to wake up at odd times and often in the middle of something weird. He was probably lucky that as I'd sleep walked into a bed, I was more likely to stay asleep.

It didn't last.

He tells me that it was the fourth time that it went wrong for him. The third was much like the second. On the fourth occasion though he'd decided that he wanted to do 2 things. He wanted to lick my pussy and he wanted to feel it on his cock. He didn't manage to get quite that far.

The way he tells the story, I came into his room and like the first occasion, discarded my top before crawling into his bed. He let me settle, then before he did anything else, worked my shorts off so that I was completely naked.

He didn't know whether to go straight for my pussy, or whether to start with my breasts like he had on the previous occasions. In the end he thought that it would be better to go with what he considered 'the routine' having formed a theory that perhaps repetition would be less likely to wake me up (what ever he could justify in his mind no doubt). He took his time playing with my breasts, pulling my nipples, licking and sucking them and generally delighting in the fact that they were there and he had full access.

I then did something he never expected. If I am to believe his account and it's the only one that I have to go by, I reached out and started to caress his body. He was naked. He only sleeps in boxers and he'd discarded them the moment he realised I was coming into his room. It wasn't long before my hand found his cock. I grasped it and stroked him with short firm motions of my hand. He started thrusting his hips, feeling his cock move within my hold.

I have no idea what was going on in my subconscious, but I guess it lead me to do what I would normally do after having a nice hard cock in my hand. I worked my way down the bed and took my brother's cock in my mouth. He tells me he was hard pressed not to come instantly and although he enjoyed it (what boy doesn't enjoy a blow job?) as soon as he thought about cumming he started to worry about what he would do if he did explode in my mouth and I woke up.

The dilemma was quickly removed from consideration though as at that point I did exactly that. I woke up!

Let me tell you, it's weird enough waking up with a hard cock in your mouth when you went to bed alone, but it's even more of a freak out when you realise that the cock you're sucking is your brother's!

'Oh my fucking God!' I said at the time, rolling quickly away from him.

'Shit, sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened,' he exclaimed, pulling the covers up to hide his erection. The act drew my eyes before I even thought about it and I saw just how stiff and hard he was.

'How long have you been awake?' I asked, shocked, assuming that somehow everything was a result of my sleep walking. 'Fuck did you wake up like this as well, with your cock in my mouth?'

'Yes!' he answered, feigning shock and seizing the lifeline that I'd inadvertently offered him.

"Oh God, I am so sorry, I don't know what to do!'

I found my clothes beside his bed (He'd tossed my shorts over onto my top ... I'll give him that much credit for forethought) and quickly scrambled into them, noting along the way that he didn't exactly hold back from checking out my body.

'Are you perving?' I asked, shocked and surprised.

'Sorry, it's hard not to, I mean first off, you're fucking gorgeous and secondly, well, fuck let's just say my mind has been drawn to it for some weird reason.'

'Look, I don't quite know what to do about this, but I have to go to my room and think. I'm sorry, I mean I hope you can forgive me.'

'It would be easier if you'd finished,' he mumbled.

'What?' I asked, not picking it up and too worried about all the thoughts going through my own head.

'Nothing, it's fine.'

I retreated to my own room next-door and collapsed on the bed, wondering what the fuck I was going to do and why on earth my pussy was again sopping wet. It made me think back to the other times I'd awoken on my own. Had my brother really been as chivalrous as he said or had I done something to him that he wasn't willing to confess?

I could hear him through the thin wall between our rooms; grunting, trying to be quiet, but not succeeding. It took me a moment to realise that he must be masturbating. That freaked me out at first. I mean, he was hard because his sister had been sucking his cock! Shouldn't he just want to forget the whole thing? Was he thinking about it right now, even as he worked himself to orgasm?

I was disgusted! At least that's what I tried to tell myself, but the reality was that I was conscious of the fact that my pussy was as wet as his cock was hard. My fingers slipped inside my shorts to determine just how wet I was. Pretty soon I was playing with myself. I realised that despite how I had arrived at the state, I was really horny. I needed to cum. I started to work my clit, parting my lips with the fingers of one hand while aggressively rubbing it with the index and middle finger of the other. 

I bit my lip to keep from crying out and listened to my brother wanking in the room next door. I heard him give a bit of a yelp when he came, followed by silence. I wondered how much cum there was. Did he shoot big ropes of it, or long thin streams? Or did it just dribble from the tip in a big white flood of goop? I shocked myself even thinking of it, but the images in my mind had me cumming in short order.

That left me laying there, pussy convulsing with post-orgasmic bliss, a delicious tingle in my nipples and all sorts of crazy thoughts going through my mind.

It was days before I gathered the nerve to speak to Grant, but eventually, alone one night, I plucked up the courage. I decided to just launch into it, no pre-amble.

'Grant, did you wank the other night?'

He looked at me in shock, caught completely off-guard as we sat watching an episode of Big Bang Theory.

'What? What do you mean?'

'After I um, sleep walked and woke up with your cock in my mouth I went back to my room and it sounded like you were still awake and ... well ... active.'

The blush that crossed his face was delicious.

'Maybe,' he replied noncommittally.

'That so totally means you did! Were you thinking about me? Were you imagining me sucking your cock? That I hadn't woken up?' I demanded, turning to face him on the couch, my legs drawn up cross-legged beneath me, my heel against my pussy.

'Fucking hell Nikki, what is this?' he demanded.

I couldn't help but note that he was shoving a cushion into his lap as he did so.

'I want to know.'

'But why?'

'Because I did.'

'What?'

'After I left your room I heard you in yours and listening to you ... well I was already horny apparently and that fed it and so ... well I masturbated until I came wondering how much cum you'd be spurting.'

It wasn't exactly what I'd been planning on saying, but I'd been thinking a lot about how turned on I'd been over the last couple of days and well, it just came out.

'You're kidding me.'

'Nope.'

'Oh fuck.'

I noticed his hand pressing the cushion into his lap.

'You're hard aren't you? I asked. The thought of me masturbating is giving you a boner,' I accused.

'Shut up Nikki,' he said, but made no move to leave. I guessed it was because he didn't want to put proof to my suspicions.

'Just tell me and I'll leave you alone,' I told him.

'Fucking hell. Ok. Yes. I masturbated.'

'Thinking about me?'

'Yes, now leave me alone ok?'

'Ok, but only because I promised.'

I left him there on the couch and retreated to my room, mind spinning. It wasn't that I was short of a date. As I said earlier, I can turn the head of any man in a room if I want to. There was just something about it being so wrong that turned me on in a way I could never have imagined. A door had been opened. A gate to the forbidden that I was struggling to close it. I was finding that I was struggling to even want to.

That night, as I lay trying to sleep, I came up with a plan. It was wrong and dirty and by the time I had committed myself to it, I was completely wet. I almost couldn't sleep because of nerves and excitement.




Sleepwalking Ch. 01: My Brother's Bed



I set my alarm very quietly for 2am. If I happened to sleep walk, it may well be ruined, but as it turned out it was one of those nights where I was destined to remain in my own bed. The alarm didn't register at first, but eventually its persistence pierced my slumbering consciousness and I woke to glance across and discover it was 2:20am. I struggled at first to remember why I had set it, but once I did, my body trembled in anticipation.

I got out of bed and went to the door to Grant's room. One of the issues was that I didn't exactly know how I behaved when I sleep walked. This was the first time I'd ever thought to pretend. I wracked my brain to think of all the things that my parents and brother had described about my life of sleep-walking and hoped that my brother would be happy enough with what happened that he wouldn't even think to question it.

I turned the knob of his door handle and calmly walked inside, despite the fact that my heart was beating at about a million beats per second. I walked over to the edge of his bed with my eyes closed lightly. I pulled my top up and over my head. My nipples ached. I wished I could touch one, but there hadn't been any suggestion that I did anything like that. I slipped my shorts off based on the fact that they'd been on the ground when I had awoken last time and left them with my top. I hopped into his bed and lay there. For a few moments I didn't know what to do next. I mean, I hadn't actually had a conversation that lead to a step-by-step account of what I did between getting into his bed and waking up with his cock in my mouth.

I didn't have to worry too much. I had woken Grant in getting into his bed and before I had time to conclude what my next move should be, he was playing with my tits. The sneaky bastard! I waited to see what would come next.

I very quickly discovered that what I had been told didn't exactly match reality. It was a massive fucking turn on.

Grant started with my breasts and my aching nipples were rewarded with the attention that they'd been craving. It was so hard not to cry out with pleasure, especially when his teeth grazed across the hard nub of my right nipple. As he sucked me he started to finger my pussy. I let me legs relax and spread, giving him access, letting my brother start feeling his older sister's pussy.

I could feel his erection pressed against my thigh as he leaned against me. I wanted it so bad. The whole aim of my plan was to make him cum. I wondered if I didn't wake up how far he would go.

I kept pretending and he kept exploring my body. He used two fingers in my pussy and he rubbed gently at my clit. I convulsed a little at that. I couldn't help myself. The pleasure was intense and added to the taboo situation; I wanted to demand he do it right so that I came. I didn't of course.

Finally he moved. He knelt up on the bed and started to rub his cock across my mouth. I could feel his slimy pre-cum on my lips as it slipped back and forth, the length of his shaft sliding over them. It was awesome. I opened my lips little by little and he started to poke the head in.

I knew that when I'd awoken last time I had been further down the bed, apparently a wiling participant in getting there so I took a gamble, rolling toward him slightly and opening my mouth further. I didn't know about having bitten him so wasn't quite sure what his hesitance was, but after a while he was sliding several inches of cock in and out of my mouth. It felt so good gliding across my tongue, stretching my mouth wide. I was impressed with the size of him. There was certainly enough to keep a woman happy.

I could hear him grunting quietly as he slowly slid himself in and out of my mouth, his breathing quickening as he approached his orgasm. He fucked my mouth like that until he must have been right on the brink. There was liberal pre-cum seeping from him, sliding down my throat and I could tell that he was nearly there.

He stopped.

I nearly sighed.

Why was he stopping? I moved my head quietly and gave what I imagined was a sleepy sigh.

Was that it? Did he really have that much self-control? I desperately wanted to open my eyes and tell him to fuck my mouth, to give his sperm to me, but that was way off plan. I could feel him moving. The bed was rocking a bit, bouncing slightly. I realised that he was wanking. He gave a grunt and I felt warm cum splash over my tits. It hit my throat and nipples, ran down over my ribs. Some even ended up in a pool in my cute little belly button.

I wanted to look! It felt like an enormous amount of cum!

Was he going to leave me there? Should I 'wake up'?

The bed shifted as he moved from it. I snuck a peek through barely cracked eyelids. The cum wasn't really visible but I did get a look at his bum as he crept toward his desk. It was tight and worthy of a good groping I realised, taking the view in a whole new light. I quickly shut my eyes again as he returned.

I felt tissues as he cleaned me off as best he could, trying to find every last drop of his seed.

Part way through, I rolled onto my side, knowing that he had missed some of his cum. It had run down over my left rib cage beneath my breast. He waited for a while for an opportunity to clean it, but eventually he conceded defeat. He covered me up with his bedding and silently made his way to my room.

When he was gone, I ran my finger through his cum and brought it to my mouth. My brother's cum; it didn't taste any better than any other cum I'd tasted, but it was so wrong that it turned me on anyway. My fingers were soon working their magic between my legs and I had a happy little orgasm to round out the night before sleeping properly.

I woke up happy, with dried cum on a few places on my body. I didn't say anything to Grant other than to thank him for once again giving me his bed and to let him know that I hoped that I hadn't done anything crazy that might have embarrassed him.

He assured me that he had left the instant he realised that I was going to get into his bed so that we wouldn't have anything like that happen. I gave him a thank you hug, crushing my tits against him. As he walked away, I checked out his butt. He was wearing nice fitting jeans and it really was cute bum.

He took after our Dad, taller than me, dark haired, deep blue eyes and with a strong jawline that he was really just starting to grow into. He didn't shave a lot yet and on that day, his stubble was just enough to be sexy. Man was I starting to think all the wrong things!

That was a month ago. Since then, things have become even more interesting, but that will have to wait. Right now I have to pack the car. I'm going to Work interstate and Grant is going to come with me. He's going to help 'look after me' and my sleep walking issues. I'll fill you in on the month between then and now next time!

licks and kisses,

nikki

END



Sleepwalking Ch. 02



It was 4:30 in the morning and I was standing naked in a stranger's living room. I was facing a large picture window, legs spread, my palms and forehead pressed against the cool glass. I was exhausted, shivering now that the sheen of sweat my worked up by my mysterious lover had started to dry. She'd told me to stay there, asked me to wait while she went to get a little surprise. She wouldn't tell me what it was. 

It's funny how your senses heighten when you're naked and alone. I kept my eyes closed and listened: I heard the creak of the house, the sound of the wind outside, the soft tick of a clock. I tried to separate each sound to analyze its source: the clock must be on the mantle across the room, and the creaks and pops of old wood cooling in the night were common sounds in older homes like these. But there was one creak in particular I was waiting for: one that came with an accompanying soft step and the memory of hot breath on my skin.

Finally it came: soft footsteps, followed quickly by the sweet agony of her body pressed to my naked back. She hadn't told me anything, she'd only made me promise not to move, and to not open my eyes. "Can you do that for me?" she breathed into my neck. I'd nodded, mute and hungry. I felt her pull away, but then she paused and said: "Oh, I almost forgot ... " I felt two slight tugs as the straps of my dress were loosened. Then the quick slide of the zipper down my back and the feel of the cold night air on my bare skin. In less than 30 seconds, I was naked, a pool of fabric around my feet. "Here, step out," she said, and pulled the dress free. I could feel her standing there, staring at my naked form. I heard her move, and felt a soft pat on my ass, "Good girl," she said. "I'll be right back." 

Now she was back, running her hands up my back, and I felt something else, something soft and silky. She gathered my hair and smoothed it back from my face, gently sliding the scarf around my eyes. She tied the ends snugly, and traced the borders with gentle fingers to make sure it was on correctly. 

"Good?" she said. 

"Good," I agreed, and turned with open arms. She stepped into my embrace in an instant, her body was ice and flame. Our breasts, bellies, thighs met and pressed, our arms wound tightly, holding each other as close as we could. Our lips met, finally, and I could smell myself on her. Her lips were, saturated with my scent as well as her own, and our tongues danced and melded together in a kiss I felt all the way to my toes. She pulled away, and left me breathless. She took my hand, "Come on."

I allowed myself to be led: I couldn't see a thing, so I had to trust her with my dignity and my toes. "Step down here," she said, and I heard the sound of a sliding glass door, and the cool night air against my skin. I paused, uncertain for the first time; where was she taking me? Sensing my nervousness, she gently stroked my arm, saying "It's OK, it's just the back yard. There's a high fence, and some beautiful, soft grass. Can you imagine being under the stars? I even have a blanket!" She laughed, and I felt the brush of the blanket across my belly. "Trust me?" She asked once more. 

"I'm not sure why, but yes, yes I do." We stepped outside. I felt the wooden deck beneath my feet, then she guided me down a few steps and onto the grass. We stopped, and I heard the snap of the blanket as she flipped it open to spread on the grass. The silence stretched interminably. I didn't know what I was supposed to do until she said "Well?" 

"Well, what?" I asked.

"Didn't you want to have your way with me?" She asked. 

Oh yeah ... 

"I'm all yours," she said. "Where do you want me?" 

I froze, but only for a moment. 

"Lie down on your back, hands behind your head." 

I heard her down. I kneeled carefully next to her, taking care to not kneel ON her, and reached out with one hand. I didn't know where I was reaching, or how soon I would come into contact. My fingertips stopped against a smooth expanse of skin. I kept my movements small, forcing myself to not explore too quickly. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm, and I felt her skin prickle into tiny goosebumps as I traced a figure-eight on her skin. I followed with my mouth, leaning forward to place my lips just where my fingers had just been. kissed there softly, gently as I started to explore. I trailed kisses down and to the right, and noticed the texture and scent of her changed, just slightly. I thought I might be kissing my way along her inner arm, and my suspicions were confirmed when I felt the delicate curve of her armpit, the line of muscle that arches into the collarbone. I followed it, dragging my tongue to find the hollow at the base of her throat. She gasped, and I felt her move a little, enjoying my explorations. 

I was getting anxious. Quickly placing both hands on her chest, I straddled her in one swift move, one knee on each side of her belly. I lowered myself slowly, so slowly, until I felt her belly, jumping beneath my pussy. She was panting, and as I pressed, circling my hips ever so slightly to feel the slide of my lips across her--she had a belly-button ring! How delightful―and I could feel her hips thrumming restlessly beneath me, her thighs pressing together, her belly pressing up and into my cunt. I groaned and ground down to feel her skin slide against my aching folds. I ground my clit against her belly ring, my mouth dropped open as the cool metal quickly warmed between our bodies. I bent forward until our breasts pressed together, both our nipples hard as rocks, then I sighed and squirmed against her, soft flesh pressed into softness, collapsing into her until our lips finally met in a hungry kiss. I was almost frantic, now that I'd had a taste. My mouth broke away and raked down her jaw, her throat, the soft folds of my blindfold trailed along her flesh as I moved down her body. 

Her breasts were spectacular, and I grabbed one roughly in each hand, squeezing then pressing them together as I ran my tongue and teeth over each nipple, one, then the other, then back. I felt her ribs moving, her breathing was ragged―almost anguished, but I kept at her breasts because they were so delicious, though I did allow my right hand to launch an advance party a little farther south, as I shifted my weight up and off of her. I needed more. 

I felt her belly, her navel, her hipbone, the lightest trace of pubic hair and then ... I paused. Her body was arched like a bow, her back pulled away from the blanket, knees flexed and wide, her pelvis tilted up and open, waiting. 

I kept one hand on her belly, and moved again, this time between her legs. I hooked her thighs over each arm, her entire body trembled in anticipation. I leaned forward, discovering the borders of her body: where her thighs tensed, tendons standing out, leading me down and right to the center of her, right where I wanted to be. 

My mouth found her, and she cried out, hips bucking for a moment at the shock. She was murmuring something I couldn't understand, but I didn't really care anymore. My entire existence lay right in front of me. I buried my tongue as deeply as I could, burrowing my face into her, then pulled back, finding her clit and attacking it with lips and tongue. She cried out my name, and I felt her fingers bury themselves in my hair, her hips pumping feverishly. 

I couldn't let her suffer. I pursed my lips and grabbed her clit, sucking hard, slipping several fingers deep inside her pussy. She was spectacularly wet, murmuring and making helpless animal cries as she pressed against my pumping hand. I would not let up on her clit, I wanted her to cum and I wanted her to cum hard, as hard as I had. She was close, She pawed desperately at my hair, my head, striving to press my face into her as deeply as she could and then suddenly she froze, gave a quick gasp, and then let out a cry so high and wild I felt my own cunt contract in response. I hadn't realized I'd be ready again so soon. Surprise surprise. I let her ride it out, gently lapping her cunt, feeling the roll of her hips as they slowed, and finally stopped.

I rested my head against her thigh, stroking her legs and belly while she came down. The scarf had come loose during her wild-tug-of-war with my head, and I watched lovingly as her puffy, scarlet lips relaxed ever so slightly. Her breathing slowed, and she gave a happy little groan. "Mmmm ... thank you ..." I needed another kiss, and I needed to see her face, I needed to know who it was that had led me on this adventure. One last loving kiss on her cunt, and then I rose, moving to cradle her in my arms, and found myself face to face with ... .

"Lauren?" 

"Hey, Suzy. God damn, that was good!"

I sat there, staring at my best friend, I could not believe what we had just done! I was so going to have to process this in the morning when I sobered up a little more. What did this mean? What was going to happen to our friendship? Lauren cut me off mid-worry, "Stop it Suze ..." 

"What?" 

"You know what --- you've got that worry look setting in. Don't worry about what just happened. We had fun, we're having fun. You don't need to analyze everything. Didn't you want to cut loose at this party anyway?" 

"It's just ... " I was trying to figure out where to begin. It was all too much. But then again, she had a point. I hold myself back way too often. Worry, worry, worry. It gets old. 

"Hey, wait," said Lauren, "did you see that?"

"See what?" I turned my head toward the house. 

"There, on the second floor. The right window ... do you see it?" 

I squinted. It was hard to see past the window panes, but it looked like two faces were looking down at us. "Oh my god!! Someone was spying on us?"

"Yeah," said Lauren, "isn't it hot? I wonder who it is ..." She tossed her hair flirtatiously over her shoulder and flashed her best 150-watt smile, finishing off with a little wave. 

"Oh my GOD, what are you doing?" I cried, grabbing at her hand. 

"What do you think, silly, looking for an invitation." She smiled again at the window, tilting her head in a pleading, questioning pose. 

Nothing happened for a minute, two minutes, three .... It was starting to get chilly out there, and I was just getting ready to drag Lauren back inside when the bottom panel of the window slid open, and a slender arm emerged tossing ... what was that?

Lauren laughed in delight. "Holy shit! A paper airplane ..." she scampered across the yard and snatched it before it had a chance to land. "It has writing on it!" Caught up in her excitement, I hurried over to her as she unfolded it. It read: 

"Thanks for the show, ladies! We like to watch .... DO YOU?!? Come upstairs, go right, last door on the right, don't get dressed, don't turn on the lights! -xo"

Lauren's mouth dropped open, our eyes met, neither of us spoke. But she did that thing, that best friend thing where she lifted one eloquent eyebrow and held out her hand. I couldn't help it. It was crazy, but I laughed and took her hand. We crossed the deck together, found the stairs and went up, step by step. Maybe it was crazy, but maybe crazy wasn't such a bad thing after all. I smacked Lauren on the ass as we got to the top. She squealed, and we turned right, scampering down the hall to discover what was waiting for us behind the door. 



Sleepwalking Ch. 02: A Step Too Far?



Ok Diary, I promised to tell you about the time between the last entry and when I was leaving home again. Now that Grant and I have settled in I have some time to tell you exactly what happened.

As you know, I went home to try and keep safe and get help for my sleepwalking. In the process, I ended up in Grant's bed and he took advantage of the opportunity and experimented with my body. It should have freaked me out when I found out, especially because I woke up with his cock in my mouth, but somehow Dumbass (that's me) believed she was the one at fault (It didn't help that Grant was happy to let me believe it).

Then of course I got all super-freaky and went even further until I got him to blow his load all over my tits. Yeah, I know, I'm a freak: I got him to do it. He did it willingly though so he's a freak too!

Right, that's where we were up to. Now for what happened next.

Grant didn't know that I knew he'd cum all over me and he certainly didn't know that it had left me wanting more. Like I said before, I'm a freak. Who knew?

Anyway, I wasn't satisfied after he'd cum all over me. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I wanted to feel him cum down my throat. I wanted it in my pussy. I could have gone out and fucked any guy I wanted, but a dirty little seed had been planted in my mind and I wanted my little brother. I wanted him in all the wrong ways and in all the wrong places. It seemed that nothing else was going to do the trick. My problem was going to be getting him to fuck me. I couldn't just ask him, I wanted it to be his idea. I wanted him to think that I didn't know. It turned me on to think of him fucking me in my sleep (whether I was pretending or not). I mean, I actually found the thought of waking up and finding his cum dripping from my pussy a massive turn on. It made me super wet whenever I thought about it. Yes, I must be sick.

There was one small complication. I was still sleep walking. I couldn't pretend to do it every night and when ever I would sleep walk for real, I'd have to back off my plans for a couple of days. I had planned to try and have some fun with Grant a couple of days after he came all over me, but the night I was planning to, I woke up sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in front of me and milk all over the table. Apparently my sleep walking self isn't so good at pouring.

A couple of days after that something happened, but I didn't know what. I woke up in Grant's bed again. I was naked and alone. I hadn't slept through the night and had to go back to sleep there, wondering what might have happened. I questioned Grant, but he said as soon as I came in he fled; his standard line now if that happens. I knew for a fact that it wasn't true from the state of my pussy, but couldn't confront him without revealing exactly how much I knew. I always woke up with a wet pussy after he'd had fun with me in my sleep. I was horny thinking about it, knowing that he must have had some fun, but unable to extract the detail of what it was from my brother. Talk about frustrating.

I know from later what really happened though because he eventually confessed (and yes, I will get to the point of the confession, but let me follow things how they happened first).

I went into his bedroom and took my top off. I kept my pyjama shorts on and climbed into his bed. As he usually does, he took off his boxers and then worked my shorts off down my legs. Apparently after having cum on me the previous time he intended to do it again. He started on my breasts, sucking the nipples gently, getting them nice and perky. He played with my tits with his hand and stroked himself to full erection. It seemed that he was in a hurry to get further with each of my visits, so he didn't spend as much time playing with them as he had before. He told me later that he challenged his previous theory that maintaining a good pattern might keep me asleep and decided that perhaps he was better off progressing more quickly in case I woke up.

He said that whenever he was doing this to me he was constantly in fear of me waking but that it heightened the experience for him. He said that was always working out his excuse in his head, hoping he could get away with telling me that I had taken advantage of him in my sleep, as I'd believed the time I'd woken with his cock in my mouth.

His plan for this night was to taste my pussy. So after some quick fun with my tits, he pulled the bed covers off to expose me and moved between my legs. He took some time to admire my pussy, touching it gently, fingering my landing strip, my lips, poking between them. Then tentatively, he ran his tongue along the outside of my pussy, feeling my smooth skin. He hadn't known quite what to expect (being very limited in his experience) and was kind of surprised to find that there really wasn't any taste (Duh!) even though he could clearly smell my arousal.

Even he managed to work out that to taste me he was going to have to spread my lips and get more intimate with my lady parts. He used his fingers and stared at me for a while, seeing the inner pink of my pussy before sliding a finger in. As he had before, he played around, enjoying the fact that even in my sleep I tended to make happy little sounds and squirm on the bed. With my lips parted and his finger moving in and out, the scent of my pussy became a lot stronger. He summoned his courage and after pulling his finger out, tentatively poked his tongue at my entrance.

He pushed it as deep as he could and wiggled it about experimentally before withdrawing it back into his mouth, contemplating the flavour. He tells me that at the time he thought that it wasn't anything to write home about, but that it wasn't so gross that he wouldn't do it again, either.

Being so close to my pussy had him thinking about how good it could feel on his cock. He tells me that he had decided to slip himself inside just a little ... enough to feel me on the head of his dick, but that just as he started to move, I'd stirred and rolled over. He panicked and fled to my room quicker than light. Then he'd laid there wondering how he would have explained being on top of me if I was the one that had been the instigator. Little did I know that it would set my plans for him to fuck me back even further. He hadn't even cum on me.

After waking in his room I had to wait a few more days before summoning the courage to pretend again. It may have taken some courage, but I still managed to do it.

I walked into his room at 3am this time and shed my pyjamas, climbing naked into his bed. Rather than just flopping like a star-fish on his bed, I snuggled up against him, draping my thigh over him and crushing my breasts against his side. I had to work so hard not to start dry-humping him. He was laying on his back and I could feel his cock trapped beneath my leg. I smiled to myself in the dark as I felt it grow. When it was close to being completely hard, he lifted my leg to adjust himself. He turned toward me slightly and now his cock was much closer to being between my legs.

I knew that I could get away with sucking him if I wanted to, but the aim of the exercise was to feel his cock in my pussy. I could feel him moving slowly beneath my legs, working his hips so that his cock was thrust closer to my pussy.

It was rubbing against my inner thigh, but he couldn't seem to push himself any further to make the contact that we both desired. I could sense his frustration. It matched my own. I was considering just rolling on top of him and mounting it, but he pushed me off before I could really do anything about it.

One hand moved to my pussy and his mouth closed over my breast, sucking mostly on the tight nipple. I wanted more but I contented myself with enjoying what he was doing. That and maintaining the pretence that I was actually asleep. He kept at it for some time before moving. He had knelt beside me and was stroking his cock. I felt it against my lips and let them part, allowing him to push his cock into my mouth. I turned my head toward him and rolled on my side so that he could push more into me. I moved my hand and grabbed his sack, rolling his balls slightly as he slid in and out. At the first contact he'd gone very very still, obviously worried that this was a precursor to waking, but when I didn't appear to, he once again lost himself in the sensations of his sister's mouth on his manhood.

I loved listening to the sound of his breathing. Little pants and gasps escaped him when he failed to suppress them and they gave me a good indication of just how close he was to cumming. I could taste his precum and wondered whether I could make him explode in my mouth before he had time to pull out. I couldn't. He was clearly too worried about cumming in my mouth because despite my attempt to keep him there, he withdrew and furiously stroked his cock in his fist. He moved and I realised that this time he wasn't going to be aiming at my tits.

I so wanted to open my eyes to see his explosion! When it came I felt the first gush of sperm splatter over my pussy mound. A second followed, coating me further, closer toward my belly button. The third and final significant pulse that he managed hit me just beneath the breast.

With a flash of inspiration, I moved my hand and simply plonked it on my belly, right in his cum. I heard him groan with lust at the sight and then gasp when he realised that he needed to clean up. While he was gone, I scooped some of his cum with my fingers and then put them in my mouth. I left no doubt as to what was going on.

When he returned from his bathroom he moaned aloud again, taking in the sight of my cummy fingers in my mouth. I felt him clean me up (including pulling my fingers from my mouth and dabbing at my lips) and had to work so hard not to be busted for actually being awake.

The following morning after I'd thanked him profusely for being so wonderful as to leave me alone (again) I mentioned to him that I'd woken with a weird taste in my mouth and that I wondered whether I'd done anything to him that I shouldn't have.

He quietly told me no, but he struggled to meet my eyes.

I'd managed to make him cum again but still hadn't had his cock inside me. I was starting to worry that he wouldn't have the balls to go through with it.

Days later I had spent even more time plotting exactly how I was going to finally get my brother's cock deep in my pussy so that I could satisfy my ever growing kinky desire. Despite spending more time than I should have thinking about it though, I still hadn't really come up with a plan. I just hoped that I wouldn't actually sleep walk just when I was ready to try again.

Fortunately I didn't and so found myself creeping down the hall to Grant's room again at 1am in the morning. I made my now-familiar pretend sleep walk into his room and casually discarded my clothing, sliding into his bed naked. This time he hadn't woken up. I lay there wondering what to do, my heart racing as it always did. I snuggled close to him, pushing my body against him but still didn't wake him.

I decided more direct action was required. Surely he wouldn't continue to sleep if I made his cock hard. I played with it, stroking my hand over his boxers, enjoying the way it started to harden as I did so. I should have done it with my mouth, I mused to myself as I continued. He was fully hard and moaning in his sleep before long and I was stunned that he hadn't woken. Maybe we weren't so different after all.

I decided that maybe there was an intermediate step to getting his cock inside me. It meant taking longer than I'd like, but so be it. I decided that it would possibly be more believable that I was on top of him and humping his cock if it wasn't actually in me. I tucked his erection back through the fly and then carefully straddled him, facing toward him. My pussy was almost dripping with the excitement as I mashed it down on his hard shaft.

It felt good. Not as good as having him inside me would, but it was certainly working for me. I ground myself against him, circling my hips, my head hung forward so that my hair hung down in front of my face.

I felt him stir. His whole body stiffened as he came awake and realised what was happening. I heard him groan.

'Nikki?' he whispered. I didn't react. I just rocked my hips back and forward, wishing he was inside me, not trapped between us. I felt a hand close over my breast. It was tentative. He was obviously checking to see if I was really doing what I appeared to be. He pushed his hips up against me too, pushing his cock at me.

I kept grinding and he whispered a few more times but I still didn't respond.

'So fucking close,' he mumbled at one point and I felt his hand go down between us. He was trying to move his cock! I desperately wanted to know if he was tying slip it inside me or not. I wanted him to, but had to maintain my sleeping persona. I just kept grinding. Then, as if finished, I rolled to one side and lay down, 'sleeping' again.

I lay with my back to him, knees tucked up in front, wondering, hoping.

Grant spooned against me. I felt his cock pressed up between my butt cheeks. It wasn't between my legs though. I almost screamed in frustration. He ground against me a bit, even reached around to play with my nipple. I almost sighed out loud, resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to take the final step.

I thought he was moving to get out of bed and leave me there, but it turned out he was just adjusting his position on the bed. I felt his fingers between my legs, lightly touching, seeking out my wet pussy lips. When he found them he slipped a finger between them, sinking it deep and holding it there. I felt his body weight move on the bed again and then finally I felt his cock rub up between my legs. He used his hand to guide it against my lips, Slipping it ever so slightly between them.

He groaned and I wanted to groan with him, to let him know that this was exactly what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to fuck his sleeping sister. I wanted to be fucked! I pushed back a little, trying to be subtle. I felt a bit more of his cock ease inside me and heard his breathing stop as he held his breath.

'Be brave!' I wanted to scream at him.

He wasn't though. He pulled out. Oh the frustration! He was wanking. Here he was in bed with his naked sister, able to do anything he wanted to her and he decided to go it alone. Fuck!

I rolled onto my back, letting my legs fall wide apart, crashing into him. He gasped and quickly rolled away, obviously too worried about getting caught. He did cum on me again though. All over my tits. It wasn't the satisfaction that I'd been looking for.

After he cleaned me up and abandoned me, I fingered myself to orgasm, tweaking my clit mercilessly, wondering what the fuck I needed to do.

-

'Grant?' I said to him the next day having found him in his room.

'Yeah?'

'Have you kept masturbating after you see me naked in your bedroom?'

'Fuck Nikki, I thought we weren't going to talk about this,' he complained.

'Sorry I just need to know. I always wake up so horny in the mornings. It's weird, when I wake up in my own bed I'm fine, just normal like, but whenever I wake up in yours I'm almost dripping wet.'

'Geez, what's that got to do with me wanking?'

'I dunno, maybe it's just my body wanting more or something,' I suggested. I nearly laughed at how uncomfortable he was. 'I always have to masturbate when I wake up like that,' I said almost dreamily as if I was just thinking aloud rather than really talking to him.'

'Um thanks, that's an image I needed,' he replied sarcastically.

'Oh come on, I've lost count of how many times I've climbed naked into your bed now, it can't be that much of a shock.'

He just looked embarrassed. I bet if he'd wanted to answer he could have told me instantly exactly how many times it was.

'I wonder if I could ever cum while I sleep walked? Imagine if I masturbated, that would be so freaking funny,' I suggested, plunging on despite any discomfort he might appear to be feeling. His hands had gone to cover his crotch. I knew I was turning him on.

'None of my boyfriends have ever said anything, I wonder if they've ever had me do something crazy like fuck them in my sleep. I guess I couldn't blame someone if they ended up fucking me when I was asleep, I guess it's not like I'm saying no given how much my body appears to want it.'

'Um Nikki, do we really have to have this conversation?' he asked.

'Sorry Grant, I guess I'm, just unusually horny. I probably just need a good fucking. I'll leave you to it.'

I nearly laughed out loud when I left his room just because he looked so uncomfortable. I didn't know if I'd managed to plant a seed in his head or not, but I hoped it was enough.

Of course I had to wait days before I'd be able to take a chance on finding out whether any seed I'd planted would actually germinate.

Trust my luck to sleep walk again the day before I'd decided to. It was totally embarrassing too. Mum found me completely naked in the living room! Apparently I was just laying on the couch with the TV on and not wearing a stitch of clothing. She wouldn't tell me any more than that and I was too embarrassed to ask for any detail. I do know that I was wet though. I wished I had some idea what had transpired, but even after my brother confessed everything to me he told me he'd been no where near me the night that I did that. It seemed that my dirty kinkiness might actually have been penetrating my subconscious!

It delayed my attempt, but it didn't stop it.

-

Again I crept into Grant's room and stripped naked before climbing into his bed. He was awake this time and by the time that I was in the bed beside him, he was naked.

He very quickly moved to take advantage of the nakedness of my breasts. I let him enjoy them for a couple of minutes (yes, I was enjoying it too) before I started to move. He quickly stopped, clearly afraid that he had woken me. I took advantage of that time to work my way down the bed. I soon had his throbbing cock in my mouth, gently sucking on it. I loved the way he would start to thrust at me as became more aroused. I liked having his cock pushed deep into my mouth so that it would start to bump against the back of my throat.

I didn't want him getting to the point of nearly cumming, so I stopped sucking him before he probably liked. This time his cock was going in my pussy! I worked my way back up the bed, making sure that I pushed him onto his back as I did so, straddling him. I hoped that having humped him through his boxers the previous time had set this up to be less suspicious than I thought it should be.

I think the amount of blood in his cock kept him from over-thinking things anyway. I hung my head forward again so that my hair hid my face and sat with my pussy grinding his hard cock flat against his stomach. I wiggled back and forth a little, my wet lips slipping either side of his shaft. I was humping him, but his cock wasn't inside me. I could feel him thrusting with his hips, making the most of any pressure that he could get between us. I desperately wanted to guide his cock head between my lips, but thought that it would be too much. I just couldn't believe that I would do that in my sleep. What I was doing was as far as I was prepared to push it even though I wanted more.

Grant's cock was slick with my pleasure and I was just getting to the point where I would again be left alone and frustrated in his room when he moved his body differently. I felt his cock slip back and away from me and then he was thrusting harder. If I leaned forward far enough and tilted my hips just right I could feel his cock head pushing closer to my opening. It ran across my clit and I shuddered, stifling a moan before it gave me away. He did it again and again, but the angle was never quite perfect. It wasn't working. I wanted to scream!




Sleepwalking Ch. 02: A Step Too Far?



Grant must have been as frustrated as I was because suddenly his hands were between us, manipulating himself.

It happened.

My brother's cock slipped inside my pussy.

It was fucking awesome. He thrust and humped at me from his back and I worked my hips to change the angle so that he went deeper inside with every thrust. I felt so kinky. I was a dirty dirty bitch and I fucking loved it. I was fucking my little brother! I wanted to bounce up and down and really go for it, but I was careful to keep my motions close to those that I had used already, grinding around and moving back and forth a little, as if sleepily. I was biting my lip and had to make a conscious effort to stop it. I wasn't sure that I would be doing that in my sleep.

If only I could have frigged my clit with my fingers, I know that I would have exploded in orgasm, but the charade had to continue.

I enjoyed it for as long as I could, but eventually I must have over-excited Grant. He stopped moving, his cock buried in my pussy. Very very carefully, he rolled me to one side, slipping from me in the process. He must have been close to cumming. I flopped onto the bed on my back, leaving my entire being open to whatever he wanted to do to me. He knelt beside me for a bit, touching me, teasing my nipples and my pussy, slipping two of them into the wet warmth. Then he grabbed his cock and tugged on it until he exploded.

I thought about rolling over while I was covered in his seed so that he would have to leave the evidence behind. It would give me a chance to ask some very interesting questions. I wimped out. I let him clean me up and abandon me in his room again.

As soon as I was alone I brought myself to orgasm, now dreaming about what seemed like a natural progression to me. I wanted him to explode inside me. I wanted to feel his cum fill my womb.

Two days after I had succeeded in my taboo quest I was offered a promotion at work. I was massively excited. The problem was that it was interstate. I'd have to go back to living on my own. It scared me.

I told my family about how I thought I was going to have to turn it down so that I could be sure that I wouldn't get into trouble again. they were all very disappointed for me. I was surprised that Grant took it the way he did. I thought he would have been ecstatic that I was staying in the house and not moving. Maybe he was just a better actor than I gave him credit for.

Grant actually came up with the solution in the end. Apparently he's a dirty genius.

For a couple of days after I had told everyone and while I was still delaying the decision with work, he had been scouring schools near where my job would be. He had a plan. He would apply for a school near me and then he could live with me and make sure that I stayed safe.

Mum and Dad thought he was a saint and I of course had to play along that he was indeed amazing for having the idea as well as being generous in his offer. Of course I accepted. I told work that I'd take the job and planned the move with Grant.

And so Diary, that's how we came to be here right now. I am living with my little brother, away from family and old friends and we're just starting to settle in. Neither of us has talked much about what will happen when I end up in his bed, but I can guarantee we're both thinking about it. I can tell from the looks he gives me. He perves on me relentlessly, especially if he thinks I'm not looking. I've taken to wandering around the house in just my underwear. After all, as I told him, he's seen more of me than that anyway. I just happen to enjoy the fact that it means that he seems to spend a lot of time at 'half mast'.

It's a great situation as far as I am concerned and I think that one day soon I'm going to have to surprise him by letting him know that I'm awake. I keep wondering what would happen if I were to suddenly stop right in the middle of fucking him and just let him know.

'You do know I am awake right?'

I wonder how he'd react. I can't help but think that he must suspect. Maybe its just a case that for as long as I pretend to be awake, he'll pretend not to know any different. At least if it's out in the open I could finally have him cum in me or suck it from his cock.

Damn, I'm so horny now diary. I have a horny young stud in the house but I can't take advantage of him whenever I want to. I have to pretend to sleep first! Talk about frustrating. At least I brought my toys with me. I wonder if Grant hears the buzzing when he's lying in the next bed and I'm masturbating?

So many crazy thoughts going on right now. I'd better put this away and try and get some sleep. I start my new job tomorrow and that will be enough pressure without driving myself to distraction like this.

Good night Diary. I promise to update you soon.

licks and kisses,

nikki.



Sleepwalking Ch. 03: End of Pretend



This is the third entry in my Sleepwalker Diaries. I highly recommend that you read the first two parts to see how we got this far.

licks and kisses,

nikki

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Dear Diary, what can I say but hang on to your binding. Ever since this whole dirty, kinky, crazy adventure started I've known that it was only a matter of time before it came out in the open. I mean, seriously, how long can you pretend to be asleep and ride up and down on your brother's cock in the middle of the night? At some point a girl gets so horny that keeping quiet simply isn't an option.

Before I get too far down that track though, let me tell you how it all happened.

As you know, I went home because of my sleep walking and the first time was completely innocent on my part. Of course the innocence didn't last (you already know I'm a dirty bitch) and eventually I fucked Grant. Then we both moved out here, me for work, Grant for school.

Early on Grant didn't have many friends and it was just the two of us in the house. He's here to keep me from doing anything completely stupid when I sleep walk (like try and drive the car or light the stove) and because he's doing that he gets the benefit of Mum and Dad paying the rent. I don't mind that bit either! I pay my share, but if he wasn't here I'd be paying the whole lot.

It all started well enough, but being Grant's first time living out of home I had to teach him a few facts of life. Toilet seats go down, toilets get cleaned, washing doesn't do itself and there's sure as hell no ironing fairy. We took it in turns to cook, which may not have been the best choice. It will work in the long run, but let's just say that some of his early efforts had me thinking that perhaps I would have been better off doing it all. I think its fair to say that we both looked forward to my cooking night! I have introduced him to the concept of vegetables again, even if they are the frozen variety.

We have separate rooms of course. I sleep with my door closed but Grant sleeps with his open. He says that the noise of my door opening is enough to alert him to the fact that I'm sleepwalking so that he can react in time to stop me from doing anything too crazy. I think he just likes me visiting.

I waited a bit after we moved in before I deliberately did anything and as it turned out, the first time that I sleepwalked for real I only went and turned the television on. Grant came out to get me and was faced with the dilemma of waking me up and sending me back to bed or trying to navigate me there somehow whilst asleep. He went for option 2 but after a few failed attempts to move me, woke me up. 

I was dazed and confused, but thanked him when I made it back to my room and had worked out what was going on.

The next time I sleepwalked he woke up when I left my room. He scrambled out of bed and followed me, watching with amusement as I started fumbling about in my pyjamas trying to make a sandwich. He stopped me before I ate it, which was lucky given the hideous combination of ingredients I'd pulled from the refrigerator and slapped onto the bread.

Those two incidents happened within days of each other. We were talking over breakfast the day after the sandwich incident and Grant suggested that maybe the fact that we weren't at home any more might mean that I wouldn't be kicking him out of his bed from now on. I studied his face, trying to discern if he knew that I had been faking some of the time or not, but couldn't convince myself either way.

I thought that if I went in to his too soon after the discussion, it would be too suspicious. I was getting frustrated. I mean I wanted nothing more than to ride my brother's cock again, or better yet whenever I wanted, but it seemed like events kept conspiring against me.

It was taken out of my hands. Only two nights after the sandwich incident, I woke up in his bed. I had no memory of what had happened, but as always, my pussy was wet. It was so strange to think that I must have done something, or that he had done something to arouse me and I really had no idea what it was. I found out later of course, but at the time ... nothing. I later found out that I didn't have sex with him and that he didn't fuck me, but he did touch me all over and masturbated while looking at my naked body. 

Three days after that I was determined to have his cock in my pussy but once again missed out. It was a bit of a weird one though. 

I had been out with friends and had a few drinks. Grant had been at home studying and apparently, for a bit of tension relief, had watched some porn on a DVD that he'd bought. I didn't know it when I went to bed, but that night I sleepwalked my way into the small living room and apparently sat down and started watching his DVD. 

The noise of a girl screaming in orgasm on the television woke Grant and he came out to find me sitting in front of his porn. He'd forgotten to take it out of the player and I'd managed to start watching it! Apparently I was topless, wearing just my pyjama bottoms and nothing else. 

Grant tells me that he sat down next to me and started to play with my tits. I didn't react a whole lot other than to squirm around on my seat a little. He bent his head and sucked the nipples and after a while, stood up and exposed himself. He stood in front of me cautiously, wondering if blocking the view of the TV would cause any dramas. Apparently it didn't. He stroked his cock and moved the tip of it across my lips. They parted before him and he happily slid his rapidly hardening dick into his sister's mouth. 

Fancy sitting topless, asleep and having your brother sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. It quite possibly freaks you out, but it turns me on. He wanted to fuck me. He said that even after having wanked himself to orgasm while I was out, he was horny as buggery. Apparently watching the por had stoked his desire considerably. He tried to wiggle me out of my panties, but couldn't manage to move me enough to do so without fear of me waking. In the end he fucked my mouth to the point of orgasm and then unloaded himself into the boxers that he'd been wearing when he went to bed. 

He was about to wake me up when he realised he was naked. Instead he headed back to his room, discarding the cum filled boxers and grabbed a clean pair before coming back to wake me up.

It turned out that my pyjama top had been discarded back in my bedroom so I was topless when he woke me. He hadn't even turned off the DVD or the TV and so I was woken up sitting on the couch in front of two girls tangled together in a 69 with my nipples hard and erect.

'You have to wake up Nikki,' he was saying, shaking my shoulder. 

It took me a while to work out what the hell was going on, especially because the sight of the two girls having so much fun together turned me on more and more as I realised what it was. When I turned to Grant, his cock was already starting to show signs of arousal.

'Nikki, you were sleepwalking,' he explained, his eyes flicking down to my tits.

"Oh shit, really? I was watching porn?' I asked laughing.

'Yeah, you're the most awesome sister ever,' he said.

'Wait, where did I get the porn from?' I asked.

'Oh um, I left it in the player by mistake,' he explained, clearly embarrassed.

I laughed at him. 

'I guess you're enjoying being away from the 'rents hey?' I asked him.

'Yeah, look I'm sorry I won't do it again,' he promised.

'Oh don't be silly, I know boys have needs. Just make sure that you don't leave it lying around where one of my friends might see and be sure to share!'

Grant looked at me in shock.

'Share?' he asked.

'Yeah, you're not the only one with needs,' I said, turning to watch as the girls on the screen moved to scissor together, the camera going in close on their shaved pussies as they were mashed together. 

I glanced sideways at Grant, pleased to see his cock rapidly hardening. 

'You mean you like watching that?' he asked, nodding to the two girls.

'Uh huh,' I said, 'but right now I think I should be going back to bed.' I stood up and gave him a quick hug, pressing my bare breasts against his chest.

'Thanks for waking me, sleep well.'

I left him alone and headed to bed, my pussy aching desperately 

after having teased him. He wasn't far behind me and as I lay there trying to go back to sleep I heard movement from the next room. I smiled to myself as I imagined him laying in bed, stroking his firm cock as he remembered that I had just hugged him and mashed my bare breasts against him. I fingered my pussy as I listened. At some point I came and drifted off to sleep, hoping for crazy dirty dreams.

I woke up horny. I needed a cock so bad. I was determined that within the next couple of days I'd fuck my brother again. 

The two day wait was a killer. I kept teasing myself with my vibrator whenever I had some time alone, bringing myself close to the point of orgasm but not giving myself the relief that I needed. Why I didn't I don't think I'll ever quite work out, but there was something about building the tension that drove me on. It fed my desire and my dirty fantasies. I imagined going up to him as he sat watching porn and just kneeling in front of him, taking his hard cock in my mouth and sucking it while he enjoyed the onscreen action. I wanted to sit on it, grind down on it. I wanted him to take me from behind and fuck me like an animal. I found myself listening to Nine Inch Nails, singing along, day dreaming.

I gave it two nights and then on the third I 'sleepwalked' into his bedroom. I walked in and stripped naked, taking as much time as I could given I wanted to just rip the clothes from my body. My nipples ached with desire and I felt as though my pussy juice was likely to start flowing freely down my legs I was so wet. He was awake. He'd heard me open the door to my bedroom and by the time that I started to climb into his bed he was naked. His cock was rock hard. He wanted it as badly as I did. I knew it, but neither of us could say it.

His hands immediately sought out my breasts. They kneaded and fondled, caressed and pinched. I lay there, loving the attention, glad that my brother's apparent fascination with my tits matched the extent to which I enjoyed them being played with. I've always enjoyed my tits being played with. It's a very sexual thing for me. It wasn't enough that night. The burning desire between my legs demanded attention. I wanted a tongue, a cock, fingers, God I would have happily had anything stuffed in there at that time. 

I decided that I was going to have to be the one to make the move. Maybe it had been too long, maybe Grant had lost the spark that drove him to do more. I rolled toward him, arm flopping onto him. My hand caressed him and then I took his cock in my hand, groping it firmly. I heard my brother groan as my hand squeezed and released his shaft. I started sidling my way down his body. I made sure that my naked body rubbed against his each time I moved, stoking his desire until my lips found the head of his cock and engulfed it. I wanted to moan around it, to let him know just how much I loved having my brother's cock in my mouth. I took my time, swirling my tongue, sliding my lips up and down. I could feel him thrusting at my mouth, enjoying the attention I was bestowing upon him.

I wanted to suck his balls, to grope them with my hand. I felt so restrained by the pretence of sleepwalking! As much as I was enjoying myself, I was also building my frustration. As I sucked, I moved between his legs and then, when I had positioned myself, I started working my way up his body. I slithered up along him, my hard nipples trailing across his skin, my breasts rubbing him. When my pussy was clear of his cock, I pushed back down, feeling it poking at my wet, slick pussy lips. I needed him inside me so bad. I wanted to grab it so that I could ram myself down hard. I didn't. I ground and moved, waiting, desiring.

Finally! Grant reached between us and grabbed his cock, holding it still against my motions until I was at last able to feel it slip between my lips. A little moan escaped my lips. Grant held completely still, obviously concerned I was waking. I cursed myself and resumed my performance, working back and forth and around and around as I slowly took his entire cock inside. I loved that delicious stretched feeling as my lips parted around him. He thrust at me as I held myself with my palms on his chest, head tipped forward, hair hiding my face from his view. 

I stayed like that for a while, seeing how active he would be. His desire would get him building his pace and the force of his thrusts until he would remember where he was and what he was doing and he'd stop, clearly worried he would wake me. I leaned forward slowly, my hair falling in his face. When my breasts were squished between us against his chest I held myself as he rocked his hips, moving his cock in long slow strokes. It was divine. The intimacy surprised me. I wanted a good hard fucking, but laying there with him, so close, his masculine smell filling my nostrils, it satisfied me in a way I hadn't expected.

I felt Grant's hands on my butt, squeezing and pulling at my cheeks. Then he was rolling me off of him. He slipped from beneath me and I was left face down on the bed, wondering what was to happen next. My hair had covered my face and I couldn't see. 

Grant had knelt beside me, He ran his fingers down my spine. I almost shivered. They traced circles on my tight buttocks and he ran one down the cleft until he almost touched my puckered little anus. He didn't though. I'm not averse to a little anal action here and there and I was so horny that had he simply shoved a finger in there, or his cock, I'd have screamed in pleasure.

Neither of those things happened though. Instead I felt his cum. Warm sticky cum gushed from his cock and landed between my butt cheeks. It dribbled down between them and over my pussy lips. It was the closest he'd come to filling me with sperm and I loved it. I clenched my cheeks together to feel it squish between them, then had to lay there as if sleeping.

I felt his weight shift from the bed. I waited and sure enough he returned to clean me up. 

He left me and I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it was morning and I was alone. Naked, but alone. I found my pyjamas beside the bed. I ignored them. I walked darlingly naked from Grant's room to my own. My heart beat rapidly as I made my way, half hopeful, half fearful of encountering my brother. I didn't. With a sigh I pulled a black lace thong from my underwear draw and pulled it on. I grabbed a plain white singlet and put it on as well and then went out to the small kitchen.

Grant's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when I strode in, hips swaying deliberately. 

'Sleep well?' I asked him nonchalantly.

'Most of the night. Of course there was that bit where I had to get up and change rooms, but I can survive.'

'Given where my pyjamas were when I woke up, I'm sure it wasn't too much of a trial for you.'

He blushed. 

'It's ok Grant, you can't help it. I understand that if a naked woman is in your room you're going to look, even if it is your sister.'

He still struggled for an answer, but I waved him off, helping myself to some cornflakes.

After a few minutes of awkward silence we settled into more casual banter about the day and week ahead, discussing our schedules, what we would have for dinner (how bad it could be when he cooked that night). I made sure I moved about the kitchen a few times, showing off my butt, bending so that it would be aimed directly at him. By the time that I left him to it in the kitchen he was beyond half mast. I went happily to the shower where I took more time than I needed to wash myself, paying particular attention to my pussy and nipples. I even slipped my little finger in my bum a little as I remembered how close Grant's touch had come to it the night before.

I didn't cum. I restarted the tease, building until I was close, but never quite tipping over the edge. I even did it at work that day, sitting in the toilets, biting my lip as my finger twiddled my clit. When I returned to my desk my panties quickly dampened as my body tried desperately to calm down the from the pleasure that had been built but not relieved.

In the end it just meant that I wanted him more. That was the whole point.

Four days and nights I teased myself. I half hoped that I would wake up in his bed with no knowledge of what he'd done to me but with a wet pussy to reassure me that something had happened. The other half of me hoped it wouldn't so that I could plan it. 

That night we were both home, sitting in front of the TV, flicking channels, neither of us able to find anything that would hold our attention. I was so horny I was all but squirming in my seat.

'Where's your porn Grant?' I asked him. I caught him just as he was about to take a drink from his coke. 

He coughed and it sprayed out of his nose. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

'What did you say?' he gasped as he recovered from the shock.

'I asked where your porn is. I want to watch it.'

'Porn? Now? With me?'

'You can leave if it makes you uncomfortable, but yeah, I want to watch some.'

'God what's got into you?' Grant asked me.

'Hey, girls get horny too you know,' I said as if that would explain everything.

Grant shook his head.

'Yeah but I don't think that they normally sit and watch porn with their brother.'

'Just go get it for me,' I laughed at him. 'Like I said, you don't have to stay.'

I wasn't sure that he would actually do it and half expected that he wouldn't, but he put his coke down and wet off to his bedroom. He returned with a disk in his hand and put it into the DVD player. 

He sat in his chair and I arranged myself comfortably in mine. I sat so that I was half turned toward him. I wanted to be able to watch him as well as the TV.

Watching him was entertaining. I could tell that he wasn't able to get into it the way that he no doubt would have if I wasn't there. For a start he didn't touch himself at all. He hid his erection from me so I couldn't even really tell how hard he got. I took advantage of his discomfort and stuck my hand in my pants, gently teasing my clit as my gaze drifted between the on screen action and my brother. 

'You do realise that real sex isn't like porn, don't you?' I asked, some bizarre older sister thing kicking in.

'What do you mean?'

'Well for a start, not every dick in the world is that big. I mean if you believed porn you'd think the average size was like 8 inches or something. They're certainly not all that big and the average is probably more like 5. Then there's the fact that guys simply don't last as long as they do in porn. They're all on viagra and they cut the movie so that it seems like they last forever.'

'Wow, who would have thought my sister would sit and watch porn and give me sex ed?' he laughed at me.

'Hey, just so you don't set unrealistic expectations.'

'Oh don't worry, I haven't had much sex, but I'm not a virgin. I haven't had any complaints either.'

I turned and grinned at him before sitting back and watching the DVD some more. 

When it ended, we descended into awkward silence again. I put Grant out of his misery and bid him good night. 

At 2am my alarm went off quietly, my phone buzzing under my pillow. It was enough to wake me without having the sound screaming out through the whole apartment. I climbed out of bed and went to the door. I fumbled with it. It made enough noise that I hoped that Grant would have woken. I liked it when hew as hard and naked when I climbed into his bed. I wasn't disappointed. I lay with him as he began to explore my body with his hands. My nipples rose with the pleasure and my pussy melted.




Sleepwalking Ch. 03: End of Pretend



I moved against him as I had several nights before. This time rather than go down though, I showed a little more restraint, wanting him to initiate a little more. I hoped that the porn had him horny enough that he'd be driven to try something new. He moved between my legs, pushing them apart slightly. As he moved closer, I could feel his breath on my thighs, then my bare pussy lips as he slowly centred himself and found my pleasure. His tongue poked tentatively until it found the slit between my lips, sinking between them to explore and play. I slowly relaxed my legs further apart so that he had sufficient access to enjoy himself. I resisted the temptation to tangle my hands in his hair and pull him tight against me. 

I needed his cock so bad. I wondered if he would ever have the courage to move over me and slide inside. I'd fucked him twice at that point, but I know from later discussions that he was worried that if I woke and he was on top of me that it would look too much like he was taking advantage of me. If I was on top it was easy to claim that I took advantage of him in my sleep, that he'd woken from a perplexing dream to find it a reality.

So once again I was left to make the move. I had to wait until he had satisfied his curiosity between my legs. With little reaction from me and the fear that I might wake, it didn't take as long as it could have. Soon he was kneeling beside me, stroking himself. I fumbled with my hand sleepily until I located his cock. I could feel pre-cum at the tip and smeared it over the head with my hand. I pulled it toward me and moved so that I could take him in my mouth. He thrust forward, excited and hard as he slipped between his sister's lips again.

I teased him, sucking, swirling my tongue around the head, licking up and down, feeling an engorged vein running its length. He moaned under my attentions.

I pushed against him until he sat and then lay back down upon the bed. As I had before I slowly worked my way in position to mounthim. God I loved it. My brother's cock slipping and sliding inside me. It was a turn on in a way that nothing else was. I put it down to just how taboo it was. My dirty secret. 

Fucking my brother. 

I was more active this time. I couldn't help it. My days and days of teasing myself had built a need that couldn't be quenched. I moved up and down, hands planted on his chest. I desperately tried to restrain the pace of my movements, to continue to maintain the charade. It was so fucking hard.

I bent forward to his chest again, remembering how good the intimacy had been, how much I had enjoyed my breasts against his chest, his hands on my bum. 

It wasn't enough. I still needed more. I rolled sideways, dragging him with me, keeping myself so that his cock was within me even as we rolled to our sides. I wanted to pull him on top of me, but I could tell that he wouldn't do it. He started to disengage.

I wanted to scream at him to fuck me.

I rolled close to him.

'Fuck me Grant,' I whispered in his ear.

He froze.

'Grant, I want you. Fuck me. I need you. Please. Fuck me hard.'

'Nikki?' he asked, confused.

I pushed him back down on the bed, straddling him. I didn't say anything more, I just grabbed his cock and jammed it in my pussy. 

'Nikki, what the fuck?' he asked.

'Don't worry, we both know it's not the first time,' I said, moving, sliding up and down. I bounced, faster. I threw my head back, whipping my hair behind me, revealing my face to my brother as I rode his cock.

'You know?' he gasped.

'Yes, now shut up and fuck me.'

I felt him thrust. Once, twice.

'Yes!' I urged him. He responded. When he was thrusting with more confidence I rolled to the side again, demanding he get on top and fuck me properly. 

It was awesome. Grant held himself over me, thrusting with his hips, driving his erection in and out of my pussy. 

'Cum in me,' I told him when I sensed he was close and could see that he was wavering.

'Fill my cunt!' I demanded. He thrust again and again and then with a cry, rammed deep inside me and exploded. I pulled him to me, holding him close, feeling his body heaving, his breathing ragged from effort. 

'Nikki,' he said tentatively.

'Fuck you have no idea how much I've wanted that.'

He tried to talk, to explain, apologise. I wouldn't have it. I shut him down at every turn insisting that it would be alright, that it was something that I wanted, something that I had actively sought. I told him that he wasn't allowed to leave his bed, that we would sleep together and that for once when I woke up in his bed I wouldn't be alone. 

Exhaustion claimed him before I found sleep. I fingered myself to the orgasm that I had been saving. I used my brother's cum as it seeped from my pussy to lubricate my clit. Spent, I too found sleep.

I woke first. I smiled when I remembered what had happened. I turned to where Grant lay in the bed, sleeping peacefully. He looked so good. I pulled the sheets down to expose him, admiring his body in sleep as he had mine. 

I couldn't help myself. I knelt over him and sucked his cock into my mouth. It wasn't long until he woke, his cock hardening in my mouth.

'Nikki!' he gasped in shock again.

'Good morning Grant,' I said with a smile before taking his cock back into my mouth.

'Nikki, we can't,' he said.

'We already have,' I told him. 

'But that was different, you were asleep,' he protested lamely.

'Only some of the time and if you think about it, that would be worse, wouldn't it?' I challenged him. 'Just enjoy it.'

A head job is a magical thing when a girl wants her own way. It was no different that day. Grant lay back and I took my time, working his cock in a way that I couldn't when I was pretending to be asleep. Awake, I used my tongue more effectively, I grabbed at his scrotum, scratching lightly with my nails. I pulled and sucked at his balls and soon he was thrusting wildly, on the verge of orgasm. I backed off, moving up along side him.

I kissed my brother. Not chastely, not with a peck as I had before, but with tongue. It was a hard, forceful, needy kiss. It was hot.

'Fuck me doggy style,' I said to him minutes later. I rolled away from him, assuming the position on my hands and knees, wiggling my bum at him, teasing, demanding. I slapped my cheek with my hand. The crack of sound was loud. It seemed to snap Grant to action. 

He knelt behind me and after mere seconds of taking in the sight of what I presented to him. He guided his cock between my lips and thrust home. I dropped my chest to the bed, arching my back down, thrusting back against him as he fucked me. He stroked harder and faster with passing time until I could hear him grunting with the effort, his body slapping against mine. His thrusts were so hard they were almost painful. I loved it. I reached for my clit, fingering it rapidly and in moments, I exploded.

Grant kept going. I was squealing with delight when he suddenly stopped and exploded inside me for the second time. 

We collapsed together on the bed, panting. I made the mistake of turning toward his clock-radio and spying the time. I had to get to work. 

'Shit, work!' I said, springing naked from my brother's bed. 

~~~~~~~

That, dear Diary was yesterday. Now I have to run. I need to get to work again. Grant and I have to talk, but I needed to capture this now, while it was fresh. I'll be sure to update you.

licks and kisses,

nikki,



Sleepwalking Ch. 04: Anything Goes



Well Diary, who would have thought that I would get to have this much fun with my brother? It wasn't quite as simple as perhaps I'd thought it would be after I let Grant know that I was knowingly fucking him.

I'd abandoned him in bed and rushed off to work, which gave him a lot of time to think. Boys shouldn't think too much, because it just leads to trouble. Grant wasn't home when I arrived home so I set about cooking a nice dinner for us, looking to celebrate the fact that we would be able to talk openly and have lots of sex.

Grant came home and was kind of cagey and struggled to meet my eyes when he was talking to me. It took some coaxing to get him to sit down and let me know what the problem was. It was quite simply the fact that he knew that having sex with his sister was something that he shouldn't be doing. He was struggling with the fact that he really enjoyed it and wanted more. At least once we got to that point we were moving forward. I assured him that I wanted it too and that if at any point in time either of decided that it should stop, that it would. It seems so simple when I type it out, but trust me, it was hours of conversation all over the apartment. When I finally had him agreeing to what I wanted, we were sitting at the little table in the kitchen again having coffee.

'So like are we going to share a bed now or something?' Grant asked me when it was getting close to time to sleep for the night.

'You know, I kind of like the idea of still having separate rooms, but fucking when we want. I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not looking for you to be my boyfriend, just a fuck buddy kind of thing.'

'Wow, sounds ok to me,' he laughed.

'I don't want you to hold back either.' I too had been thinking during the day (though clearly not the way he had) and wanted him to know what I wanted him to do.

'What do you mean?' he asked me.

'When ever you want me, let me know and there's a good chance you can fuck me. And if I am asleep or sleepwalking and you get the chance to take advantage of me, do it. You have no idea how much it turns me on to think that I could wake up with your cum dripping from my pussy and not even remember it getting in there.'

'Seriously? You want me to fuck you in your sleep?'

'Yes, I give you permission to do anything you want to me as long as it doesn't hurt me.'

'Holy shit.' I could see his imagination spinning up to speed and enjoyed the different emotions that crossed his face. I wondered what that permission would mean for me and felt myself getting wet thinking about it.

'So if I pulled my cock out now and asked you to suck it ...'

'Why don't you try it and see what happens?' I asked, excited. Grant stood up from the dinner table and quickly worked his cock free of his shorts.

'Nikki, will you suck my cock please?'

'So polite,' I grinned, crooking my finger for him to come closer to me. 'Of course I will.' Grant walked to my side of the little table and I grabbed his rapidly stiffening cock. I pulled him so that he stepped close to me, between my legs and I wrapped my lips around him, sucking him deep into my mouth. God I loved sucking his cock. I loved the feel of it sliding over my tongue, probing against my cheek, being thrust as deep as I'd take it. I moaned around it as he thrust at my face, loving the fact that it was happening at the dinner table. How fucking dirty!

Grant's hands moved to my head, his desire guiding him as he tangled his fingers in my hair and fucked my face. I grabbed his balls and rolled them in my hand, then wrapped my other hand around his shaft, pumping it, wanting him to cum for me. I kept sucking, licking and pumping and before too long was rewarded when he came with a vocal cry, emptying his balls into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed until he had nothing left to give me.

I grinned at him as he sat back, scooping a little bit of cum that had dribbled down my chin back into my mouth.

"Thanks Nikki,' he said, smiling.

'You're welcome,' I replied, picking up my coffee to finish it. 

I think he was still a little stunned that it had happened so simply and he appeared completely unsure as to what should happen next.

'Relax, I have no expectations Grant, if I decide that I'm horny enough to need you, I'll be sure to let you know. Right now I think it's time for bed.'

I headed off to bed wondering if I'd stay there, wondering if perhaps Grant might even come to visit me now that I had given him permission. I think sucking the cum from him was a mistake though. Nothing happened.

When I woke up the next morning I was disappointed. I was surprised at just how much I had apparently been hoping for something to happen. I rubbed myself a little and then got up, sighing that work wasn't going to allow me the luxury of a long sleep in or even the time to masturbate properly. I quickly showered and then set about dressing for work. I pulled a bright red thong from my underwear drawer and paired it with a black cotton bra. I was about to pull more clothes on when I decided to be cheeky and went out to the kitchen to have breakfast in my underwear.

I sat at the table eating my cornflakes wondering if Grant was going to appear. I wasn't sure what time his first class was, so he may have been going to sleep in. I heard the toilet flush and grinned. Grant shuffled sleepily into the kitchen wearing the boxers that he'd slept in. When he saw me sitting there, his eyes bugged out, bringing a big grin to my face.

'Morning sleepyhead.'

'Yeah, um, morning,' he replied. He grabbed some bread and popped it into the toaster before turning back to take another look at me.

'New breakfast outfit?' he asked, eyes roaming up and down.

"Thought I'd try something different,' I teased. I glanced down and was pleased to see that his cock was hardening in his boxers. He knew where I was looking and coughed, a little embarrassed.

'This is going to take some getting used to you know. It's weird enough that you're so open about checking out my cock, let alone walking around the house like that.'

'Oh I'm sure that you'll be ok,' I laughed.

'Can I see your tits?' he asked quietly, obviously only just starting to test the notion that he could ask for what ever he wanted whenever he wanted.

'Of course!' I put my spoon down and reached behind my back to release the clasp before hanging my bra on the chair next to me. My nipples stiffened instantly in the cool morning air and I loved the way Grant just stared.

'You know I've got to know them pretty well in recent times, but its still fucking amazing to see you just sitting there like that.'

'You don't have to stay all the way over there,' I replied. He took one step toward me, but his toast popped up, distracting him.

'Maybe I'll just enjoy the breakfast view,' he replied.

'What ever you like.'

He buttered his toast and spread some Vegemite on it, eyes struggling not to flick back to me all the time. When he'd done that he came and sat at the table, spending most of his time admiring my small tits. I played up to it, partly for fun and partly because the whole situation was getting me horny. I pulled and tweaked my nipples and massaged my tits for a bit, knowing that his must be getting cock hard beneath the table where I couldn't see.

I wasn't sure what to do next. Part of me wanted to jump him, part of me just to tease him. I decided to go with the tease and to make him be the initiator if he wanted more than that. Having finished my cereal, I stood up and deliberately stretched, arms high above my head, elongating my body. It flattened my tits against my chest, but that did nothing to shift his eyes from them.

'Time for me to head to work then,' I said, moving over to slip my bowl and spoon into the dishwasher. I stepped close to Grant and he tentatively reached for me, but pulled his hand back at the last minute. I retreated to my room to dress, frustrated and horny.

That night as Grant prepared dinner, I sat around where he could see me, once again wearing less than I normally would have. I was still wearing my red thong from that morning and had pulled on a tight fitting t-shirt after discarding my bra. I was rewarded with my brother walking around the kitchen at half mast the whole time he was prepping. I expected him to ask me to take my top off again or something, but he showed incredible restraint and in the end I went to bed with nothing having happened. I could have screamed. How the hell could he resist me? I thought 18 year old boys were walking sex machines. Fancy having a hot sister willing to do anything you want and doing nothing about it. I let it go and went to sleep, thinking that if nothing happened the next day, I'd tackle him on it then.

When I woke up the next morning I was in Grant's bed. I had my pyjama top on, but no pants. I dipped my hand to my pussy. It wasn't just wet. It was cummy. There was no sign of my brother. I grinned to myself. My fingers played around and soon I was masturbating, rubbing my clit with delight. 

I hadn't quite managed to cum when I realised that Grant was standing in the doorway watching.

'You fucked me!' I said. It was a gleeful statement rather than any sort of accusation.

'You really like that I did that to you in your sleep? Do you remember?'

'I have no recollection at all, it's fucking awesome.' Grant was only wearing his boxers and his cock was rapidly hardening again.

'Let me suck you while you tell me about it,' I demanded. Grant came over to the bed where I had him lay down on his back. I climbed between his legs after ripping his boxers off. I held him in one hand and started to suck his cock as he related what happened the previous night.

'It wasn't that different to a lot of the other times to be honest,' he started. 'I was sleeping but was woken by the sound of your door opening. I was about to get up and see where you were going when you appeared in my room. You were wearing your pyjamas and climbed into my bed. You just laid there and I was left rock hard next to you wishing that you'd do something more. I mean, it's fucking hot when you start playing with me and I think you're not even aware of it. Or maybe that never actually happened?'

'It happened,' I assured him.

'Anyway, after watching you walk around in that sexy thong all night I was too horny to just let you sleep there. I wanted to find out if you were really serious about letting me do anything I wanted to you as well. So I pulled off your pants and started playing with your pussy. Then when I had it nice and slippery I climbed on top and stuck my cock inside. You slept through the whole thing, even when I exploded. I felt bad just leaving you full of my cum, but you'd said you wanted it, so I got off, rolled over and went to sleep.'

The last was uttered with something of a strangled groan as I plunged my mouth as far as I could down his cock and held myself there. I needed to fuck him again.

With a gasp, I released him and then quickly moved to straddle his cock. I sunk down on it with a cry of pleasure. Grant reached for my tits, squeezing them. I quickly pulled my top off so that he had better access and then bounced up and down on him.

'You're the freakiest fucking sister ever,' he laughed, his hands dropping to my waist as he thrust himself off the bed to ram his cock hard into my pussy each time I descended on him.

'And you fucking love it!' I said to him.

'Damn straight!'

'Cum in me again Grant, fill my cunt, I need it so bad,' I demanded as I fucked him. He responded enthusiastically and soon was spurting deep inside me. I sat back on him and frigged my clit to orgasm.

'Now that's what I call a good morning,' he grinned at me. I leaned forward and plunged my tongue into his mouth, kissing him long and deep.

'Thanks Bro,' I said before dismounting and heading for the shower. 

I was under the water when I heard the door open.

'Mind if I join you?' he asked me.

'Not at all!' I replied happily.

We spent the next 10 minutes washing each other. There was no sex, but there was a lot of intimate touching and when Grant was washing my back his hand slipped down to my butt regularly. I loved it when his hand slipped all the way between my, legs. A couple of times his fingers brushed over my anus and I wondered whether he was doing it deliberately.

'Ever done a girl's bum?' I asked him.

'What, like fucked it?' he asked, surprised.

'Yeah, or licked it or fingered it.'

'Um, no not at all.'

'Well, keep it in mind, even if I'm asleep.'

'You're kidding.'

'Nope.'

'Holy fuck.'

I laughed at him, but once again the time pressure of getting to work kicked in and I had to rush to get through the rest of the morning and get to work on time. I was horny all day. I bet Grant was too.

When I came home I dug around in my clothes until I found a tight little pair of lycra exercise shorts. I didn't bother with underwear, I wanted them clinging to my curves. I had just finished admiring myself in the mirror when Grant called to let me know he was going to a bar with some friends from uni. That ruined my plans for the evening.

Instead of sitting around teasing Grant, I watched some crap on TV and eventually went to bed. Worse, I woke up in my own bed. I was alone and not in the slightest bit used. How perfectly ordinary.

I decided to make up for it by being even more ruthless the next morning. I got up, showered, went through the make up and beauty routine and then simply didn't dress. Rather than dress skimpy, I had breakfast in the nude.

When Grant stumbled out of bed just before I was due to leave for work, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. 'Er, good morning,' he muttered, trying desperately to clear the sleep from his eyes.

'Morning indeed,' I replied a little tersely. He didn't pick up on the nuance in my voice, probably because he was too busy ogling my body. His cock sprang to attention. I watched as he adjusted it inside his boxers to get comfortable, giving it a squeeze.

'Fuck. Nikki, could you please suck my cock?' he asked, walking toward me.

'Sorry Grant, I have to finish dressing for work.' I stood up, leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek (just so that my tits brushed against his chest) rubbed past his cock and left him in the kitchen.

I hurriedly dressed, pulling on a black thong, matching bra, white blouse and a high waisted skirt that pulled the blouse in beneath my breasts, accentuating them nicely. I finished with bright red stilettos and then casually walked out past Grant, swinging my butt as much as I could in the tight skirt, knowing he was watching.

I came home to find Grant in the throes of preparing a nice dinner. He even had a cook book out. 

'Wow, what's the occasion?' I asked him.

'Oh no special reason, I just thought that I should show a little more appreciation for how awesome you've been living here with me and all.'

I grinned at him as I walked toward him. My stilettos brought me much closer to his bare footed height and it was easy to pull my head to his and slip my tongue between his lips. The kiss fired up as our tongues duelled within our mouths and our hands eagerly explored each other's bodies. 

'What would you like me to wear for dinner?' I asked him.

'What you have on is perfect he told me. There's something so fucking sexy about you looking all professional.' 

'What even better than what I had on this morning?' I asked.

'Well not necessarily better, but sexy in a very different way. 

'You know, sometimes less isn't better.'

I nodded, understanding that leaving some mystery added to the allure sometimes.

'Well, if I don't get to change, there is one thing I've been meaning to do all day,' I said to him. I squatted on my heels and fished out his cock so that I could suck it into my mouth. I had been intending to hold out on him even longer, but the fact that he was going to the effort of cooking a nice dinner overcame my crappy mood. Besides, I wanted him so bad that it was hard to stay mad at him.

I took my time enjoying his hardening cock and its smooth skin until he tugged away from me apologetically.

'God knows I don't want you to stop Nikki, but I don't want to ruin this special dinner.'

I sighed and left him to it, going to the fridge to get a bottle of wine instead. I found a nice New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and unscrewed the cap. I fished a glass from the cupboard, feeling Grant's eyes on my bum as I stretched for it. It turned me on so much knowing that my brother was lusting after my body.

'Wine?' I asked him, turning to show him what I was pouring for myself.

'No I'll have a beer though thanks.'

I went back to the bridge and grabbed him a beer, having to move a cucumber out of the way in order to reach it. As my hand closed over it I was reminded of Grant's nice hard cock and by the time I was sitting at the table with my wine, dirty thoughts were again zipping through my mind.

I shimmied my skirt up and sat with one foot on the chair next to me so that Grant would see my black panties whenever he turned to face me. I loved the double take it caused when he finally noticed. Of course having noticed once, it wasn't long until he struggled to pay attention to what he was doing with the food prep. I decided to step it up and bug him even more. I rubbed myself through the thong, moaning at how good it felt. I didn't even have to pretend with the moaning. It would have been harder not to.

Grant was struggling to concentrate on his cooking. His cock was rock hard and I was in the opposite direction to the one that he needed to be facing to finish his prep. 

'You're dinner is at risk here you know,' he said to me, his eyes struggling to break away from the sight of my fingers which had now progressed inside my panties.

'I'm sure I've eaten worse,' I laughed at him. 

He turned his back on me and with a study in concentration, focused on his preparations. I moaned more, but it didn't work. Apparently he'd found his inner mettle. I'm not sure what brought my mind back to the cucumber, but I thought of it and grinned. I hopped off my seat and took it from the fridge. He glanced at me, but not for long enough to see what I had grabbed.

I took a seat again and as I had before, lifted one foot onto the adjacent chair, my skirt hitched well up and out of the way. I rubbed the tip of the cucumber against my panties, feeling them mashed against my wet pussy lips. It was such a tease, feeling the hard nub of the fruit unable to penetrated because of the fabric.

'Well this just won't do,' I said. I put the cucumber down on the table with a bit of a thump and then stood up and shimmied out of my thong. I sat back down, noting that Grant had once again avoided peeking. It couldn't last. I picked the cucumber up again and in a matter of moments had it between my lips. I moaned as it slid inside. It was nice and fat and stretched me wonderfully. I hoped that my vocal performance would finally break Grant's concentration, but it wasn't to be. I had one hope left.

While holding the cucumber inside my pussy with one hand, I picked up my thong and threw it at Grant. It sailed over his shoulder, travelling further than I had anticipated. It hit the wall of the kitchen and dropped on the bench in front of him. 'What, you think I'm some sort of rock star?' he asked before he'd even turned around. 'You're throwing underwear at me?' Then he did turn around and saw what I was doing. I love that shocked look he gets on his face when I completely surprise him.

'What the hell are you doing?' he asked, as if it wasn't obvious enough.

'Just having a bit of fun,' I groaned, pushing it deeper, watching Grant's eyes watching it disappear. He came closer to me and pulled his cock out of his pants.




Sleepwalking Ch. 04: Anything Goes



'Since you seem so determined to delay dinner, how about you suck me?' he asked.

'Actually, I really think you should finish dinner first,' I laughed at him, pulling the cucumber from my pussy and lowering my leg.

'I'll go away and leave you to it, what do you need 20 minutes?'

He looked helplessly at me, clearly disbelieving I was going to do that to him. 

'Yeah, that should be enough,' he said, shaking his head. I left him to it and retreated to my bedroom, making sure he saw me take the cucumber along. 

Dinner was unexpectedly delicious. I knew he'd been working on something special, but I hadn't expected it to be as good it was. He must have asked for some help from someone, because I didn't know he even knew what steak olympus was, let alone how to cook it. I don't think we talked very much as we ate because it was simply too good.

When we were done, I offered to do the dishes for him, but he helped me so that we could be done quicker.

'That was fabulous Grant,' I complimented him for what must have been the 20th time as we sat in front of the TV after cleaning up.

'Nikki,' he said, a little tentative.

'Yes?' I asked, turning to face him.

'You know what you were doing while I was cooking?'

'Playing?'

'Yeah, you know, with the cucumber.' He blushed and I nearly laughed at him, but managed to hold the reaction in check.

'Yes ...'

'Could you do that here? While I watch?' he asked me. I grinned at him and bounced off the couch, going to get the cucumber from the bedroom. I hadn't used it in there, I had just wanted him to think that I did.

I came back brandishing it like a sword.

'Turned you on watching your sister fuck this, did it?'

'Fuck yeah,' he grinned.

I settled on the couch next to him and twisted, putting one foot either side of him. I hitched my skirt up and parted my knees, leaving him staring directly at my hairless pussy. 

'Touch me,' I demanded. Grant ran his fingers over my thighs, moving closer to my pussy the longer the touch lasted. I sighed, accepting the fact that after I had teased him so much that he would respond at least a little in kind. After what seemed like ages, but was probably only a minute at most, his fingers danced over my smooth lips. Almost involuntarily I thrust toward him, wanting him to penetrate me. He just caressed me and ran one finger up through my slit, flicking my clit lightly. I moved the cucumber there instead, beneath his fingers, pushing the tip against my opening. I sighed as it parted. Grant stopped, watching, his eyes glued to the sight of the large fruit easing between my lips. He was transfixed as I eased it in and then drew it out, my pussy clinging to it.

'That's so fucking hot,' he said, adjusting his cock in his pants.

'Get your cock out,' I demanded. He stood up and dropped his pants to the floor so that he wore only the t-shirt he'd cooked dinner in. I reached out and grabbed his cock, wanting to suck it. I gave him a quick bit of oral sex before releasing him to continue plunging the cucumber in and out of my pussy.

'Want a turn?' I asked him, taking his hand and putting it on the fruit. He smiled at me and grabbed it. He clearly relished the chance to fuck me with it, especially when I rolled over onto my hands and knees and let him fuck me with it from behind.

'Damn Nikki, this thing might give me an inferiority complex,' he joked as he saw how wide it was stretching me.

'Oh don't worry, nothing compares to having my brother's cock in my pussy,' I groaned.

'Let's test that out.' I felt the cucumber pulled from my pussy and sighed. Grant moved in behind me and easily slid his nice hard cock in there instead.

'Oh fuck yes, that is so good,' I said as he started sliding in and out. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, asking for it harder and faster. Grant grabbed my hips and started driving his cock into my pussy. He fucked me hard and fast as I gasped and moaned. It felt so fucking good!

He pumped and pumped until he came, pulling out at the last moment to spray his seed up over my back.

'You didn't fill me!' I lamented when I felt his hot cum land on me.

'I wanted to see how far it would shoot,' he said with a half laugh.

'Well I felt it hit my shoulder, so that's pretty impressive,' I giggled back at him.

He was kind enough to grab some tissues from the kitchen counter and clean me up.

That night I sleep walked again, but not into Grant's room. Apparently he simply found me on the couch; dressed, innocent. That wasn't good enough for him. He got his cock out and rubbed it on my face until I opened my mouth and he could slip it in. He fucked my mouth for a while, but was planning on being a bit of a bugger. He worked himself until he was horny enough to finish and then came all over my pyjama top. Then he guided me to bed and left me there so that I would think nothing had happened. It wasn't until I was undressing for the shower that I found the remnants of his seed on my clothing.

He was still asleep in his bed when I was ready to leave for work. I crept in there and whipped his covers off to find him in his boxers. He jumped like a startled deer, squeaking in surprise.

'Thanks for last night's gift,' I said, climbing onto the bed. I grabbed his boxers and whipped them off , taking his cock in my mouth until it was nice and firm. Then I said goodbye and abandoned him.

'Nikki,' Grant said to me over dinner, a pensive look upon his face.

'Yes Grant?'

'Is there something particular you'd like me to do to you when you sleep walk one day?'

'What did you have in mind?'

'I don't really know how to say it, I mean, part of me wants to make it a surprise.'

'Will it hurt me?'

'I don't think so?'

'Hmm, you don't think? Well, do you think it's something I've done before?'

'I don't know, I mean lots of girls have, but then lots haven't.'

'Have I seen it on your porn DVD?'

'Yes.'

'Then go for it, don't tell me, just surprise me.'

Grant grinned at me, clearly happy with the outcome. I had my suspicions as to what he was thinking, but didn't want to spoil it for him. I knew there wasn't anything that I'd seen that I wouldn't let him do, so didn't think anymore of it. What ever it was, his cock was plenty hard by the time I'd agreed.

'Need some help?' I asked him, nodding at his clearly erect cock.

'Sure,' how could I turn down my hot sister when she just up and offers?' he said. I stood in front of him and gave him a slow strip tease as he sat on the couch. I made sure I frequently rubbed against him. I worked his pants off him and straddled one thigh. I spread my legs nice and wide and rubbed my wet pussy back and forth on his leg. it was getting nice and slippery when I felt his mouth close over my tit, sucking firmly. I let him have fun with one and then the other before turning around and sinking down on his cock. He reached in front of me to play with my tits, squeezing and pulling as I bounced up and down on his cock. 

'I want your cum in me,' I said, leaning back into him and turning my head to kiss him. 'I want to feel that lovely warm load explode inside me.'

Grant groaned and pushed me forward. I reached down to my ankles and he took control of my hips, slamming my body up and down his cock.

'Stand up,' he demanded. I did as he asked and he moved me so that I was standing with my hands against the wall. He moved behind me and once his cock was back inside, took control of my hips again. He fucked me hard and fast and then exploded. I cried out with glee as I felt the warm gush inside. Things settled down for a couple of days after that. Grant seemed to be trying to avoid me turning him on too much and after trying to tease him for a bit, I decided to wait and see what transpired. I figured he was waiting for me to sleep walk so that he could satisfy his plan.

It was four days in the end. Huh, I have to laugh at myself. 'In the end.' That was exactly what he'd planned. I woke up the morning after in Grant's bed and he was sleeping beside me, snoring a little. I checked myself as I slowly sorted out what was what. I was naked. My pussy was wet. There was something sticky between my butt cheeks. My bum was a bit sore too.

I reached between my legs to find his cum between my legs. The cheeky bugger had fucked me in the bum! I giggled, delighted that he'd been brave enough to give it a go, even if it was what I had suspected he would do to me. I slipped a couple of fingers in my pussy, then wiped them under his nose and over his lips. He didn't wake up. I tried to do it without being too obvious, but he was sleeping like the dead and I probably could have done what ever I wanted. I mounted his face instead, rubbing my pussy in it. That woke him!

'Hey! What's going on?' he mumbled as he came to and orientated himself. He didn't lick me, he pushed me off. 'I need to breath!'

I laughed at him as he regained his breath.

'So did you enjoy fucking my arse?'

He looked at me, a little embarrassed.

'A lot.'

'Then you'd better do it again so I can remember it too.'

'Really?'

'I don't ask twice,' I said to him, making as if to move from the bed.

Grant pounced on me, trapping me on the bed. He kissed me. I could feel his cock already hard between us. I spread my legs and wrapped them around him, inviting him to enter me. He eagerly accepted, thrusting inside. 

'So how did you do it to me, how was I lying?' I asked him as he thrust at me.

'You were face down on the bed. I wanted to do you doggy style, but couldn't make it work. 

'Let me roll over then.'

He thrust into me a few more times then allowed me to roll over. I was face down on the bed and Grant spread my legs, letting me know exactly how I was orientated. 

'I used lots of lube,' he said, reaching to his bedside table. I felt it ooze between my butt cheeks and then he was working it into my anus with his finger. I pushed back against the invading digit, loving the feeling. A second finger joined it a bit later and then he was poking his cock at me. I thrust back. The head of his cock eased just inside my bum before he pulled it out and pushed in again. This time it went deeper. I groaned. Grant moaned as well as the muscles of my butt slid down the length of his cock. He moved slowly until I encouraged him to fuck me faster, harder.

'Doggy?' he asked after a few minutes.

'Only for my brother,' I groaned. Grant gave me room and I pushed back up onto my hands and knees. 

'You look so fucking hot,' he said.

'You feel so fucking hard in my bum! Fuck it!' I demanded. Grant responded. I felt his hands on my hips and then his cock sliding with long, firm strokes in and out of my back passage. I fingered my pussy with one hand. 

Grant didn't last a long time and when he came, he filled my bum for a second time.

'Fuck Nikki, that was even more amazing than last night.'

'My bum is yours,' I grinned at him, turning on the bed to kiss him.

~~~~~~~

That was a couple of weeks ago and we've been having lots of fun since. Some of it I was awake for, some of it I only found out about the next day. I loved it either way.

Last night though, things changed. Grant told me he has a girlfriend. He thinks he wants to stop, but I can tell from the way that he tells me that he's not sure. He's conflicted and I don't quite know what to do about it. I know what I should do. I know what I want to do. Those things don't align. I'll have to update you next time diary.

licks and kisses,

nikki.



Sleepwalking Ch. 05: My Bro's GF



Well Diary, who would have thought that I would get to have this much fun with my brother? It wasn't quite as simple as perhaps I'd thought it would be after I let Grant know that I was knowingly fucking him.

That's right Diary, a girlfriend. I mean seriously? What the hell was he thinking? He had his sister at home doing what ever the fuck he wanted. I sucked his cock, I fucked him, and I took his gorgeous cock in my bum. What did he need a girlfriend for?

I nearly cried. It was ok for him, but I was the one suddenly left without anyone to have fun with. I had told him that I'd stop though. Back when we started knowingly having incestuous sex together, I'd told him that at any point that either of us wanted to stop, that's what would happen. I didn't want to stop, but I wanted to lose his trust even less, so I stopped. Well, I kind of stopped.

What I stopped was fucking him. What I didn't stop was teasing him. He wanted me to, but I wanted the outlet. I simply couldn't let go from a happy over-sexed state of living to nothing. It killed me. So I walked around the house in my underwear. Well, mostly I did that. Often I wore less. Grant still got hard when I put myself on display and if I couldn't initiate sex, at least I could enjoy making him hard.

There was the sleep walking of course. I had no control over that. The problem was though that Grant had decided that he needed to be monogamous with this girl friend of his. That meant that rather than take advantage of me when I appeared in his room, he would simply move to my room and let me sleep. Of course if he did any different to that, had no idea.

I needed to meet her. I had to know who the girl was that had taken my brother from me.

'Grant, why don't you bring this mystery girlfriend over?'' I asked him over dinner.

'Well its not that I choose not to, it's just never happened that the timing is right for her to come here.'

'Are you worried what I might do?'

He looked at me, his eyes travelling up and down my body. We were sitting at the table eating, but all I was wearing was a pair of green cotton panties with happy little smiley faces on them.

'Well, I have started to wonder if you actually still own any clothes.'

I sighed. 

'Would you like me to start wearing clothes again Grant?'

'To be honest, yes. It's kind of weird. It's not that I don't like seeing you naked. You're fucking perfect, but it's kind of reached a point where you seem to be doing it just to try and get me to fuck you again and not for any other reason.'

I studied his face. I think my little brother was growing up. It sucked. With a sigh, I stood up and left the table. I went to my bedroom, grabbed a pair of leggings and a t-shirt and pulled them on. I gave my nipples a good hard tweak before I returned though. I wasn't giving up entirely.

'Better?' I asked, returning. I smiled when his gaze struggled to meet my eyes. I knew I still looked hot.

'Maybe not,' he laughed. 'Maybe you're just too fucking sexy regardless of what you wear. Have you got a sack?'

I laughed at him, appreciating the compliment.

'If I promise to be good, will you bring your girlfriend over for dinner?'

'Yeah, I guess I should. She knows that I only live with my sister and she has asked whether if she came to visit whether she could stay the night. She's a local and still lives at home, so the idea of having the freedom to do what she wants is pretty appealing.'

'Excellent,' I said to him. 'I'm really looking forward to meeting her.'

I had to wait a week before it happened. He finally called me at work to ask if I could cook something nice for dinner. I teased him about showing off his own culinary skills, but he seemed to think that he'd be too nervous and that he might fuck it up.

'I'm sure she'd forgive you.'

'Yeah, but I can't stop thinking about whether you're going to like her or whether she will like you that I don't think there's much chance of me cooking something good.'

'You're kidding! What is there to be nervous about with her meeting me? I'm just your sister.'

'You're not just my sister. You're the hottest girl I know and the best fuck I've ever had. I know you'll be comparing her to you, I can't help but do it myself. I mean, I'm not completely stupid, I know that you didn't really want me to stop fucking you.'

'Wow Grant, are you sure you're a real 18 year old? You're sounding a bit deep and meaningful for my liking.' He laughed and I agreed to cook for them both. He made me promise not to dress too provocatively too. Nothing like being issued with a challenge! 

I went through my wardrobe and wondered what the hell I could wear that Grant wouldn't get upset with. I settle for a t-shirt and jeans. Mind you, I picked the jeans that hugged my slim curves the best and I wore a push up bra beneath the skin-tight t-shirt. I pulled my hair up into a simply ponytail. I completed my look with knee-high leather boots. If I was over-sexed, that would have to be Grant's problem.

I set about preparing dinner, music blasting through the house and a lovely bottle of Shiraz keeping me company as I cooked. 

'Nikki!' I finally heard Grant call out over the music as he entered the apartment. I put down the wine and the tea towel that I'd had in my hands and went to greet Grant and his girlfriend, surprised by the sudden nerves that alighted in my stomach.

Grant introduced me to Amy and after a perfunctory welcoming kiss on the cheek; I motioned for them to come inside, offering to share my mostly depleted bottle of wine. We both took advantage of the initial introduction to study each other, sizing one another up.

Amy was pretty; there was no denying it.

Her gorgeous thick hair was a deep almost rosy auburn. Chestnut maybe, I thought to myself even as my eyes wandered to take in the rest of her. She had a lovely face. Even her initial nervous smile lit it up and her brown eyes appeared full of life. She had lovely full lips and a delicate nose that turned up just ever so slightly at the end.

I felt a pang of jealousy when I eyed her chest. She was wearing a long-sleeved tee that was as fitted as my short-sleeved one. She may have been wearing a size-enhancing bra like I was, but even if she was she'd likely be a C cup. If she wasn't she'd be a D. It made me suddenly very conscious of my tiny little A cups. 

She was wearing a short tartan skirt over a lovely pair of thick charcoal coloured leggings that disappeared into a pair of knee-high black leather boots. I couldn't find fault with that choice! She wasn't as skinny as me, but her curves were perfect. She wasn't over-weight, just beautifully proportioned. If she hadn't arrived as Grant's girlfriend I would have been tempted to have some fun myself.

Both Grant and Amy accepted my offer for wine and we took seats in the living area and chatted while dinner finished off in the oven.

I wanted to hate Amy. She'd stolen my brother and lover from me. She monopolised his time and took him away. She was the enemy.

Only she was lovely. She was down to earth, friendly, funny and sexy. She was everything I would ever have wished for had I been the one to chose a woman for my little brother.

I was jealous.

By the time dinner was done, a second bottle of wine had also met its demise. As we took seats in the living room again, I unscrewed the cap on a third bottle and poured more wine. There was no way that anyone would be driving Amy home again.

'So Grant, I have to ask ... have you warned Amy about my, er, condition?'

Amy sat forward, suddenly interested and I knew instantly that he hadn't.

'Condition?' she prompted.

'It's nothing particularly serious,' I said to reassure her, 'its more embarrassing for me than anything really, but if you're going to stay the night you should know.'

Amy actually blushed when I mentioned her staying the night. 

'I sleep walk,' I explained to her. The relief on Grant's face was almost comical. As I'd talked he'd appeared more and more nervous. He must have been worried that I'd give something away about our relationship or something. As if I'd be that mean! 

'Oh!' Amy responded with surprise.

'I only mention it in case you hear me in the middle of the night and wonder what's going on,' I explained. 'I mean, occasionally I do something really weird like try to make sandwiches. It's really bizarre, but Grant is good enough to check up on me and make sure that I don't do anything dangerous.'

'Aww, that's so sweet of you,' Amy said, leaning into him against the couch, snuggling into him. It was a little hard to watch without thinking about what we'd done on the couch together. 

Amy asked some fairly typical questions about the weirdest things that I'd done while I was asleep and to Grant's relief we kept to the genuinely weird, but not sexual in our explanations. We all had a good laugh and finished off the wine. 

Eventually I had to head off to bed. I gave them both hugs, all too conscious of the delightful feeling of Amy's breasts being crushed against my chest when I held her briefly.

'It's been lovely to meet you Amy, even if you are too good for my little brother.' She had a good laugh, her face alive with the amazing smile that went with it. I wandered into my, bedroom where I had a little cry. She was perfect. I'd lost my brother.

It took me a long time to find sleep that night. I'd started the night hoping that I'd find her to be the sort of person that I would be happy to work against, to destroy their relationship. It was completely the opposite. I found myself genuinely happy for both of them and jealous to the last fibre of my being.

Then they started fucking. It was quiet at first, but the walls are thing. I think I'd taught my brother too much in the time that we'd been intimate, because it went on for a long time. The noise that came to me told me that both of them were having an awesome time too. It wasn't a simple 'Wham, bam thank you Ma'am.' It was long. It went from quiet to loud, from subdued to passionate. It was two people in love having meaningful sex. It was also two people giving their all to a joyous experience. At one point I started masturbating, picturing myself watching, joining in, but I couldn't do it. I had to stop. 

Eventually sleep claimed me. 

I dressed conservatively for breakfast. It was Saturday morning. Grant and I had a ritual for Saturdays. It was egg day. Bacon and eggs, omelettes, egg's Benedict; every Saturday we had a cooked breakfast together. I didn't want to lose that too. I sat drinking my coffee, waiting for signs of life. 

Eventually I heard them. Like little pinches of salt in my wounds, the sound of them fucking again came to me in the kitchen. I started cooking just to mask the sound. The sizzling bacon did the trick. Apparently the smell did it's bit too because not too long after I started cooking the pair of them emerged, tousle haired but flushed with pleasure.

I sighed as Amy walked out. She was wearing one of Grant's t-shirts and not much else. Not only that, but her unfettered breasts swung heavily beneath it. D cups for sure, I thought to myself. Her nipples were evident against the soft cloth of the t-shirt and her legs beautifully sculpted. Again, they weren't as skinny as mine, but they suited her perfectly. I'd happily lose myself between them.

'How do you like your eggs Amy?' I asked, resisting the urge to add 'hopefully not fertilized.'

'All runny and gooey thanks,' she said with a smile. I cracked a couple of eggs into the pan alongside some bacon and made myself busy. I found myself not quite sure where to start with conversation. I didn't want to ask how they slept. I wanted to ask if the sex was better with her than me. I didn't.

Thankfully Grant and Amy took up the slack and soon we were sitting around the little table eating breakfast. I wanted to crawl under the table and suck Grant's cock. I was so fucking frustrated.

'So you two have any plans for the day?' I asked as I cleared the table.

'We thought we might go see a movie. Want to come along?" Amy answered.

I was surprised both at being asked and at the fact that Amy seemed to be genuine in her offer.

'It's ok, third wheel and all that,' I replied.

We left it at that. Amy and Grant took care of the dishes and I grabbed the bathroom. Once I was done, they took it over. They were in there a lot longer than me and pangs of jealousy seized me again. I didn't know if I was going to be able to take it.

The couple of weeks following were better and worse. Amy spent a lot more time at our house and we got along wonderfully. She was almost like a long lost sister to me. We had heaps in common and I loved it when Grant had her over. Grant was really happy too, but my sex life had ended. It sucked. By the end of the second week I hooked up with a guy for a disappointing and not worth talking about one-night-stand. It made me cautious about rushing back out there. 

It was also in the second week that Amy had her first exposure to my sleepwalking. It was innocent, but it set the stage for what was to come next. I had gone into the kitchen and poured myself a drink; only I hadn't used a glass. Grant and Amy both came out and found me with juice all over the floor. They were good enough to steer me back to bed and clean up after me. 

When they told me about it the next day there was only a very small thing that stayed with me. I had been wearing my pyjamas. It gave me an idea.

From that night forward I started to sleep naked.

In the third week after Amy's first visit it paid off. 

I sleep walked into the living room and turned the TV on. The noise of the programme woke Grant and Amy. I pieced together what happened from conversations with Grant and Amy much later, when things had completely changed for us all.

'Um is it normal for your sister to watch TV in the middle of the night?' Amy had asked him when they realised what the noise was.

'Only when she's sleepwalking,' Grant sighed. 'I'd better get her back to bed.'

'I'll come with you. I want to see it. I still can't believe she just poured juice without a glass in her sleep! I want to see what she looks like in front of the telly.' 

They left Grant's room and came out to find me. I was on the couch, completely naked. 

'Holy shit!' Amy laughed when she saw me sitting there. She offered to take care of me given my state of undress. Grant told me that he was torn between letting her and insisting that he'd do it himself. 

He decided to let her do it. He was really embarrassed, but on top of that had found his cock swelling. He tells me that he desperately tried to hide it but that Amy had sprung him

.

'You're getting a boner?!' Amy half accused, half asked of him. 'That's your sister!'

'Well yeah, but she's naked, I can't help it if the sight of tits makes my cock swell.'

'Wow, that's a bit freaky,' Amy laughed, trying to get me to stand up. She couldn't manage and had to ask Grant to help her. The two of them managed to get me standing and then Amy steered me back to my bed, tucking me in. She headed back to Grant's room. 

Apparently they slept for some time, but Amy woke in the middle of the night. She lay awake, thinking. All sorts of things went through her mind. In the end she quietly woke Grant. She was surprised where her thoughts had taken her and she didn't want to wait for morning to explore where she was at.

'So is that the first time you've seen her naked?' she asked him as she snuggled up against him.

He hesitated before admitting that it wasn't. He didn't scratch the surface of the full enormity of my sleepwalking and where it had led us. He told her that he'd found me like that before, on the couch or in the kitchen.

'And do you always get so hard when you find her like that?' Amy asked, stroking his cock beneath the covers.

Grant hesitated, wondering just how much to reveal.

'Yes,' he finally admitted. 'You have to realise that growing up, Nikki has always been one of the hottest girls around. I went through puberty wondering what she would look like naked. Hell, I even tried to spy on her to find out. I never did though, so when I found her naked for the first time ... Bam! Instant boner. I certainly didn't have a hot chick to get into bed with afterward.'

Grant groaned as Amy's grip on his cock tightened.

'Did you masturbate?' she probed. 'I bet you did, I bet you came back in here and wanked yourself silly. A dirty little brother with dirty little day dreams of his sister.'

Grant tells me that he was getting really uncomfortable with Amy's questions. They were getting way too close to reality for him. And yet he was rock hard because as uncomfortable as he was, Amy was still stroking him. He didn't know whether to keep going or ask her to stop. She slithered under the covers and engulfed his cock in her mouth, sparing him from further tricky questions. Grant lost himself in the pleasure of Amy's skilled mouth. He found himself thinking about Amy's reaction. He was surprised. He'd not had a chance to think about what he should have expected, but decided that a masterful head-job was about as unlikely as anything that he would have thought of. He was close to cumming when she stopped.

He sighed with disappointment, but it was only moments until Amy had climbed on top of him and mounted his cock. Grant reached up for her tits, playing with them, feeling their heavy weight, a significant contrast to his memory of handling my small tits.  

'Are you thinking about her?' Amy asked, grinding herself down on his erection. 

'What?' he asked, stunned.

'Are you thinking about Nikki, about what she looked like naked? Are you imagining what it would be like to have your sister riding your cock instead of me?'

'No,' Grant replied, surprised. It was only a little lie.

'She's sexy,' Amy told him. 'I mean, that's no shock. I thought she was sexy the first time I met her, but seeing her naked ... if I had a cock I'd get a boner too.' 

Grant wasn't sure what to say. They'd only been dating for a couple of months and suddenly he was being presented with a side of his girlfriend that he would never have thought possible. And she was fucking him while he discovered it.

'Tell me Grant, have you ever touched her sexy little tits?'

'No, Grant lied.' Amy smiled in the dark of the room. She let it go. She told me later that she'd felt me up when she'd put me to bed. She didn't entirely believe Grant, but if he wasn't prepared to tell her, she wasn't about to freak him out by admitting she'd touched me. She'd been curious about whether I would wake up if she did it and so had gently caressed my breast.

She fucked him to orgasm before they both fell asleep together again.

I woke up in bed none the wiser. 

It was only three days later that I sleep walked again. Fortunately Amy was once again spending the night. They found me on the couch again. Naked. Sleeping without clothes was certainly working for me.

'Touch her Grant,' Amy prompted him when they found me.

'What?' he asked in stunned surprise.

'I want to see you touch your sister's tit.' 

'Seriously?'

Amy moved to sit on one side of me. She put her hand on my breast, cupping it gently.

'Like this,' she grinned at him. 'Sit on the other side for me.'

'You know how wrong this is, getting me to touch my sleepwalking sister?'

'Its how wrong it is that makes it so fucking hot.'

Grant sat down and reached out to cup my tit. They sat there, either side of me with a breast in a hand each. Grant let Amy take the lead and soon she was starting to experiment with how hard she could tweak my nipple, making Grant copy her. After a couple of minutes, Amy stopped but had Grant stay there. She moved around and knelt in front of him, tugging at the boxers he'd thrown on when he'd left the bedroom. She had them off in short order and seized his rock hard cock in her hand. She pulled it forward and sucked him.




Sleepwalking Ch. 05: My Bro's GF



'Play with it more,' Amy demanded, mouth sliding over his erection. Grant looked from my tit in his hand to Amy's mouth on his cock. Amy just kept sucking. When he was close, he saw Amy reach across with one hand, slide her hand up my thigh and brush her fingers over my pussy. 

Grant came. The sight of his girlfriend touching his sister's pussy did it. Amy gulped down his cum swallowing it all.

I woke up a little wet, but not so wet as I normally did when Grant had fun with me. It was possible that they didn't really play with me long enough. 

Grant told me that Amy blew him away after that. He'd really expected that Amy seeing him get hard at the sight of me naked would have shaken their relationship and put it in jeopardy. The last thing he'd expected was for it to blossom. He and Amy had had a great sex life up to that point in their relationship, but the discovery of being able to do things to me when I was asleep apparently awakened a level of kink in his girlfriend that he'd never suspected.

Over the next couple of weeks Amy spent more and more time at our place. She loved sleeping over. Grant told me that she would lie in bed playing with his cock or sucking him and just suggest things that they should do to me. Mostly it just involved touching initially, but the longer it went on the bolder she became.

'I want to see you cum on her tits,' she said to him in bed one night. Grant's cock twitched in her mouth.

'You're not serious,' he replied, knowing her well enough now that he knew his statement was redundant.

'Hell yes I am,' she said, squeezing his balls with her hand.

'Damn,' Grant said, amazed.

'I can tell how much the idea turns on you,' she said, engulfing him in her mouth again. 'Just by how much harder you are in my mouth.' Grant groaned and Amy kept sucking him, her hand stroking his balls and shaft until he emptied himself into her mouth. Amy swallowed it all before snuggling up next to him. 

They had to wait a couple of days until they could do it. Apparently I wasn't cooperating and kept sleeping through the night. 

They found me in the kitchen, naked at the table with a mess in front of me. They cleaned that quickly and then Amy told Grant to sit on a chair next to me. She knelt on the kitchen floor and started sucking him. She told him to touch my tits, watching from her submissive position as my brother rolled and pulled my nipples. She used one hand to stroke my pussy. My legs parted willingly and Amy slipped two fingers between my wet lips, sliding them inside me. She kept working Grant until he was rock hard and well on the way to orgasm. She stood up had Grant place his chair in front of mine and then mounted him, facing toward me.

Amy ground herself on my brother's cock, his hands on her breasts or hips, alternating as desire took him. Amy was watching me, her hands on my knees, spreading them. She reached for my tits and pulled on my nipples, teasing. That entertained her for a little while, but she wanted more. Her fingers returned to my pussy, finding my clit. She rubbed it sensuously, not wanting to wake me up, but wanting to make me nice and wet.

'She's so wet, I love how her pussy feels,' Amy whispered

back over her shoulder, drawing a moan from Grant. He knew exactly how good my pussy felt and couldn't help but remember what it was like to slide his cock inside me even as his girlfriend's tight vagina worked it.

'I'm going to cum,' Grant hissed as he felt his imminent explosion reaching the point of crescendo.

Amy leapt from his cock, moving aside as Grant stood up in front of me. He took his cock in his hand and he pumped it furiously with his fist. Amy stared, holding her breath as she waited for it. Grant came hard, moaning with his release. His cum exploded from the tip of his penis, shooting out in a warm, white, sticky arc. It splattered against my small tits and was quickly followed by a second spurt.

'That's so hot! You're cumming on your sister!' Amy said excitedly. She grabbed Grant's cock, dragging it to her mouth, sucking him clean. Then she turned to me and licked cum from my tit!

'Oh fuck,' Grant said, watching. Amy took her time, licking, sucking, slurping. By the time that she'd completely cleaned me, Grant's cock had risen to attention again. Together, they steered me back to bed. When they got back to Grant's room, Amy all but threw him on the bed and fucked his brains out, riding him until she too had cum. 

I woke up really wet. I was mystified. Amy had slept over. Nothing would have happened with her over.

'Grant,' I prompted him that night when it was just the two of us alone, 'Did I sleep walk last night?'

'Um yeah,' he replied.

'And did you do anything to me?"

He hesitated and I immediately knew he was going to lie.

'No,' he said. 'I just steered you back to bed. You were naked though.'

'I figured given that's how I woke up. Did Amy see me?'

'No,' he lied again. 'She slept through it.'

'So it was just you and me. I was naked and you didn't do anything.'

'Uh huh.'

'Oh.'

I wanted to call him out. I could tell he was lying, but I wasn't sure just how much of a lie he was telling. I hatched a plan. 

About four days later, Amy was sleeping over again. When I went to bed, I set my alarm. It had worked on Grant; maybe faking it would work again. The question was, did I just sleep walk, or did I go into his room? I decided that I didn't know enough about what was happening to risk going to where Amy was. Instead, I settled for the old 'watching TV' approach.

I left my room, making what I hoped was enough noise to wake my brother. I turned the TV on. It seemed hideously loud in the middle of the night silence. I sat quickly on the couch and pretended to sleep. I didn't have to wait too long and was excited when I realised that both Grant and Amy were coming from the bedroom.

'I love the way she ends up in these completely normal positions and just sleeps through everything,' Amy whispered to Grant as they stood in front of me. 

'Yeah it can be pretty funny,' Grant said. I so wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to know if they were dressed or naked. I wanted to know if the sight of my naked body was giving Grant a hard on.

'I want to lick her,' Amy whispered. It took levels of self-control I didn't know I had not to react. 

'What?'

'I'm going to lick her pussy,' Amy said. I felt hands on my knees, pushing them apart. 

'Um, is this going to be the first pussy you've licked?' Grant asked.

I was amazed. What a way to have the conversation!

'No,' Amy replied. I felt her presence before I felt her tongue. It was only moments though and then her tongue connected with my lips. 

'Amy wasn't the first girl that had licked my pussy, but the fact that she was taking the lead and that she was doing it supposedly without my knowledge turned me on no end. I was as wet as I'd ever been. Her tongue licked deliciously and diligently between my lips and over my clit.

'Fuck me Grant, fuck me while I lick your sister,' Amy demanded. If I hadn't been tempted to to look before, I was now. Grant knelt behind Amy and slipped his cock into her pussy. My only awareness of it came from the way that Amy's tongue was suddenly bumping rhythmically against me when she licked me and from the added moans that escaped her lips. 

The pleasure emanating from my body was magical. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I didn't know if Amy was going to stop or whether I could continue to feign sleep if she didn't. I had no option but to try. 

I think I was relieved when she decided that perhaps she couldn't risk taking me to the point of orgasm. 

'I want you to rub your cock on her lips. I want to see you smear my pussy juices onto them with your gorgeous cock. I felt the movement as they reorganised themselves.

'She'd better not wake up!' Grant hissed after a brief, hurried discussion. 

'Come on, I need to see it,' Amy whispered. 

I felt the couch move and then his cock rubbed against my lips. It was wet. Without even thinking about it I opened my mouth as I had so many times before. I felt him hesitate. I could tell that he was reluctant to slip it inside in front of Amy. Amy wasn't about to let the opportunity slide though.

'Put it in her mouth,' she hissed gleefully.

'It's my sister,' Grant replied, a little worried.

'I know, it so fucking hot. Just do it.'

I had closed my mouth when he'd pulled back, but as he rubbed against my lips again, I happily parted them. HIs cock slipped into my mouth and I sucked. I closed my lips over my brother's cock and sucked gently as he began rocking back and forth.

'So hot,' Amy commented. I felt fingers tease my nipples. I knew that Amy was playing with me as she watched my brother fuck my mouth. I dearly wanted to let them know that I was awake so that I could fuck them both, but had to continue the charade. It was like going back to the beginning again. 

'Imagine putting it in her pussy,' Amy whispered, her voice dripping with lust. Grant groaned. Who would have thought that my delightful little brother's girlfriend was as freaky as we were! It promised for some interesting times in the future. I didn't really have that much time to think about it though as I was a little preoccupied with Grant's cock slipping in and out of my mouth. 

'I can't fuck my sister,' Grant said, pulling his cock from my mouth.

'Just put it in there, it won't be like really fucking her, not like filling her with your cum or anything.'

'I can't believe that you're even suggesting it!' Grant hissed.

'I can't believe you don't want to. Look how freaking hard you are,' Amy replied. I heard the noise of her slurping at his cock and again wanted to be able to open my eyes.

Moments later I heard him grunting in the familiar sounds of my brother's imminent orgasm. Then I felt his warm seed spray over my chest. I had to remind myself to breathe as I waited to see if Amy would again clean me. She did. Her tongue diligently pursued every last drop of my brother's cum, licking it into her mouth.

They guided me to bed. I listened to Amy talking to my brother about how he should have dipped his cock in my pussy. It was a turn on to hear how genuinely excited she was as she told him that she would have loved to suck my juices from him. Grant sounded like he was allowing himself to be swayed toward maybe doing it in the future. I allowed them to put me back into bed.

As soon as they left me I grabbed my vibrator from the draw in my bedside table and fucked myself silly with it. I was only matched in my desire by the sounds of Grant and Amy fucking in the next room.

I was left with a dilemma. It was now clear to me that Amy was a whole lot kinkier than I could have ever expected. I didn't know whether that would survive me revealing that I knew what was going on, even though I desperately wanted to do exactly that.

I fell asleep still pondering what to do next. 

Breakfast the next morning was almost awkward. I carried on as if nothing unusual was happening, but Grant and Amy seemed to be struggling a little to keep everything on track after the previous evening. 

'So do you even remember sleepwalking last night?' Amy asked me eventually. Grant nearly chocked on his cereal. 

'Oh did I? No I have no recollection at all," I answered.

'Wow that's so weird. We found you sitting on the couch watching TV. You were naked.'

'Oh shit, really?' I asked. 

'Yeah and I have to say you looked pretty fucking hot Nikki.'

'Um thanks?' I replied. I had to try hard not to laugh at the look on Grant's face. Clearly whatever was going on was all Amy's doing. He had no idea where she was going with the conversation and so wasn't in a position to join in. Fortunately for Grant that was all that Amy said about it. I was a little disappointed. The compliment was nice, but it was far from an invitation into bed with her (which I really would have liked!)

Almost a week passed before anything more happened. I toyed with the idea of fake sleepwalking into Grant's bedroom the next time that Amy was sleeping over, but when it came right down to it, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to put that pressure on their relationship. It would be one thing for them to invite me in, but another if I was the one to do it. I didn't like to think what would happen if Grant ever thought I was responsible for the loss of his relationship (if that was what ended up happening).

Instead I settled for the couch again. I wore panties, just to try and mix it up and make it less likely that Grant would wise up to the fact that I was faking. Apparently Amy led the way once she heard the Television.

She pulled my panties off carefully and then pushed my legs apart, settling between them. She had Grant move behind her and asked for him to fuck her slowly as she enjoyed my body. I felt her hands, lips and tongue all over my tits. She took her time, teasing my nipples hard and experimenting with how hard she could pull them. 

'Don't wake her!' Grant hissed at one point as she was pulling my nipple well away from my breast and twisting it. I was too close to squawking at the intensity of the feeling, but managed to hold back. Fingers dipped between my legs and slid inside my pussy, exploring. I pushed against them slightly, desire almost giving up my game. Even Amy paused when I moved like that, but fortunately her desire was as elevated as mine. She soon returned to her fun. 

My breasts were abandoned, but only as a concession to my pussy. I wanted to let Amy know just how good a job she did with her tongue, but was of course bound by my charade. She licked me for a long time and I could feel my juices flowing freely from my pussy. There was going to be one hell of a wet patch on the couch! She was urging Grant to fuck her harder, but told him he wasn't allowed to cum. When he was almost there she made him stop.

'Put it in her mouth,' she demanded, her voice almost guttural with lust.

Grant didn't even offer a token protest. I felt the movement on the couch and soon felt his cock against my lips. I could smell Amy's pleasure on his cock. I parted my lips willingly and Grant slid inside, Amy urging him to push himself deeper. It tasted wonderful. I let my brother slide his cock in and out of my mouth as she resumed licking my pussy. I thought Grant was going to finish in my mouth, but I was wrong.

Amy stopped licking me. They both moved again. There was no discussion. Not a word was said. I simply felt my brother's beautiful cock push against my pussy lips and then slide gloriously inside me. 

I moaned.

Grant held perfectly still.

I couldn't help myself. It had been too long and I'd wanted it too bad. I was lucky though, because Amy was so intent on watching Grant slide his cock into his sister's pussy that she didn't notice. Grant waited and then when I didn't react any further, started sliding in and out just like had on so many wonderful occasions before. I wanted to grab his hips and pull his cock into me, but had to settle for just being the recipient. It was awesome. Amy kept up an almost endless running commentary of how amazing she thought it was to see Grant's cock inside me. Every ten strokes or so she would have him pull out and suck him. I was surprised by how noisy her sucking was. She was clearly getting off on it in a big way.

'I'm going to cum,' Grant warned Amy, his voice strained with pleasure.

'Cum all over her pussy, I want to eat it from her,' Amy demanded.

Grant pulled his cock from my pussy and I felt his warm seed splash over my hairless mound. It splattered up onto my belly and ran down my pussy lips as well. Amy cleaned me completely. 

~~~~~~~

That, dear diary was last night. I woke up horny as fuck, used my vibrator again and now I'm telling you this while I wait for them to get up for breakfast.

I don't think I can pretend anymore. I want to participate. I want to kiss Amy. I want to take an active role in a threesome with them.

I'll be sure to fill you in when I have a plan!

licks and kisses,

nikki.



Sleepwalking Ch. 06: Anything Again



Ok Diary, I didn't think things could get much crazier. Apparently I was wrong. Like when I last wrote to you, my brother's boyfriend Amy had just got him to fuck me (his sister!) while I was supposedly sleepwalking. That was pretty nuts. Of course, I was also trying to come up with a plan to reveal that I knew what was going on and liked it. I did it!

I need to tell you about letting them know that I knew.

Grant had stuck his cock in my pussy while Amy watched. He'd blown his load all over it and Amy had cleaned me up, but they didn't know I knew. I really wanted them to. I wanted to be a willing participant.

The more I tried to plan what came next though, the harder it became. I was being too fancy, trying to come up with an intricate plan. I over-thought it. In the end, the answer was simplicity.

~~~~~~~

I woke up in Grant's bed. Amy had been sleeping over. I was naked, my pussy was as wet as it always was when I'd been aroused while sleepwalking, but there was no sign of Grant and Amy. I climbed out of bed, pulled one of Grant's t-shirts from his closet and slipped it on. I found them curled up together in my bed, still sleeping. Grant was facing the wall and Amy facing his back with my quilt gathered to her and scrunched in front. It left her back and bum bare and I took a few moments to enjoy just how gorgeous she looked.

The sound of my door opening disturbed their sleep enough to wake them. Amy woke first, turning toward me and stretching lazily. The quilt didn't quite come with her as she rolled and her right breast and half her body was left exposed. It was delicious.

As her eyes focussed on me standing in the doorway, I apologised for waking her.

'Its ok,' she smiled. My eyes flicked to her breast again. It was instinctual rather than planned and sadly it alerted Amy to her exposure. Almost lazily she pulled the quilt over herself and ruined my view. It was such a tease! She hadn't snatched it though. She hadn't reacted in the way I'd expect someone who'd just been found semi naked by their lover's sister to react. Her pulling on the quilt woke Grant though. He rolled onto his back to see what was going on. I couldn't help but note the impression his morning wood made against the thin quilt.

'So um, how did this happen?' I asked.

'You came into Grant's room,' Amy replied, her eyes flicking between my face and my body. She kept looking at the way my long nipples stood out against my brother's t-shirt.

'Oh.'

'Yeah it was pretty funny. You came in naked and got into bed next to me,' Amy laughed. 'Grant was a bit freaked out and insisted that we come and take your bed. I think he was afraid you might try and fuck me in your sleep.'

I blushed at the frankness of her discussion.

'Yeah, well I can see how that would have been a bit awkward,' I laughed in response.

'Maybe awkward,' Amy replied mischievously, her eyes twinkling. She left whatever else she may have said unspoken. Grant elbowed her in response and I didn't pursue it, promising to give them time to sort themselves out while I went and cooked some breakfast.

I wondered what had really happened. I stood cooking bacon and eggs, acutely aware of the state of my pussy when I'd woken. I knew that they'd had fun with me and it opened the door for what I had decided should be my approach. I was going to do what I did to Grant. Go in there, pretend to be asleep and then 'wake up' at the right moment.

I had to wait another week for the right opportunity though. Amy wasn't sleeping over until the next weekend. I built my desire by teasing Grant, trying hard to get him to fuck me when Amy wasn't there. At one point I put on my old school dress without any underwear on, bent over the kitchen table in front of him and begged him to fuck me. I know from some of the porn he watches that school uniforms turn him on, but he turned out to be an immovable force. He didn't even touch me! Bastard.

I masturbated frequently. I even did it on the couch while we were both watching TV. He still resisted and I didn't allow myself to cum. I just keep stoking my desire and going to bed frustrated. I think I wanted Amy to come around again more than Grant did!

I was like a caged animal on Saturday, waiting desperately for her to arrive. Grant was so lackadaisical that it was infuriating. In the end I went shopping to pass the afternoon. Of course with what I had on my mind I ended up at Victoria's Secret and bought some new, very skimpy underwear. I was so horny that if some random bloke had stepped into my change room I would have jumped him.

Amy had arrived when I returned home and I hugged her enthusiastically, telling her how much I'd been looking forward to having my 'pseudo-sister' over again. Then Grant pissed me right off by telling me that the two of them were going out for dinner and then on to a club. Amy was nice enough to ask me along, but I could tell from Grant's body language that it was the last thing that he wanted. I let them go and settled in to watch a movie. ARGH!

I was left alone and frustrated in the house. I watched porn, I masturbated, I almost crawled up the walls. I didn't cum. Eventually I got so bored that I went into Grant's room and went through Amy's bag. It was a massive invasion of privacy, but I was beyond rational thought. I found the thong that she'd stuffed in to put on the next day. I put it on. I pulled it nice and tight against my over-stimulated pussy and went to bed, setting my alarm for 4am.

I hated it when I woke to the phone buzzing under my pillow. When I realised why though, I smiled in the dark. I crept from my bed and went into Grant's room, pausing only long enough to assume my sleepwalking persona.

I walked into the room quietly and climbed into bed, glad to see that the side I always climbed in was the same side that Amy slept. I snuggled up to her and grabbed her tit. God it felt awesome. It was so full and firm in my hand. The contrast to my own tiny tits was amazing. It was easily the biggest breast I'd ever fondled (Not that I'd played with that many). I didn't get carried away though. I wanted to. I wanted to squeeze and pinch and pull and do everything, but I just held it. I could feel her breathing slowly resume as I relaxed and did no more. Clearly getting into bed had woken her and now she was relaxing until she was sure that I was asleep. I felt her roll toward me, shifting on the bed. She moved onto her back then turned toward me slightly. It took my hand off her tit, but I didn't have a lot of choice. I felt her fingers gently caressing my face and then her lips brushed against mine. Her tongue slipped between, them kissing me. It took all the self-control I'd ever assembled not to passionately indulge myself by further returning it. Her fingers sought out my nipples and pussy, slipping inside the thong to play with me.

The bed shifted again.

'Amy?' I heard Grant whisper.

'Yeah,' Amy answered, her fingers stilling.

'Is Nikki in here again?'

'Yes,' Amy replied, her voice a little throaty with desire.

'Having fun?'

'A little.' Amy sounded almost sheepish in her response; caught playing with her boyfriend's sister.

'Do I get to join in?'

'Of course!'

The bed moved again and Amy sighed pleasurably. Grant had moved close to spoon her from behind. I felt his hand close over my tit and he joined in with the finger games.

'Are you going to fuck her properly tonight? Are you going to cum in your sister's beautiful little pussy?' Amy asked.

'Yes,' Grant replied. My heart skipped a happy little beat. The two of them played with my body, enjoying it and each other as they prepared me for the part where Grant would fuck me. I didn't have to wait too long. They soon had me naked and splayed out on the bed. Grant loomed over me, his cock thrusting between my pussy lips.

His rock hard erection slid in and out of my pussy with long smooth strokes and Amy played with my tits. I loved it. Every now and then Amy would demand that Grant pull his cock out of me and slide it into her mouth so that she could taste me on him, a combination of brother and sister. Then she moved us all. She had Grant pull me down the bed until my legs hung off the end. It was so hard to play at being asleep through that. My body automatically wanted to tense up, but I willed myself not to.

When I was positioned to their satisfaction, Amy climbed over the top of me so that her bum was pointed toward the end of the bed. She had Grant stand there and slide his cock inside her, then pull it out and kneel to slip it inside me. Back and forth, combining our juices, dipping in one then the other. Then she sucked him clean again.

'I want you to put it in my pussy then in your sister's mouth,' I heard Amy whisper. A minute later I felt Grant's cock probing at my lips. I could smell Amy all over him. I parted my lips to savour the taste. As Grant worked his cock into my mouth I felt Amy between my legs, licking me. I was super wet. She kept at it for a bit before telling Grant that it was time that he filled me.

I was moved back up the bed and Grant fucked me. He moved quicker than he had before, but not as hard as he liked to fuck me when I was awake. He pumped me until he exploded. A gorgeous, warm sticky load of cum flooded my insides.

Amy was watching from beside me, playing with my nipple.

'I hope you're going to lick it out of me Amy,' I said quietly.

She screamed. Grant fell off the bed.

'You're awake?' Amy gasped. It was dark and I couldn't see her face. I wish I could have seen her expression though.

'I am, and I need an orgasm really bad, so hurry up and finish me off.'

'You want me to?' she asked, sounding confused. Clearly her head was spinning as she tried to come to grips with the situation.

'Yes, hurry up.'

'Grant?' she said, turning to see what his reaction would be.

'Fine by me,' he replied.

'Fuck.' Amy said, starting to regain her equilibrium. She wasn't moving so I rolled toward her, pushing her down on the bed to kiss her. My tongue seemed to kick start her again and she responded passionately. It was a lovely extended kiss but I wanted her between my legs. I pushed up above her and told her to eat me. Happily for me, she willingly did so. It felt so fucking awesome. Grant's girlfriend was eating his cum from my pussy! She alternated between teasing and working at my clit to just dipping her tongue between my lips and slurping at the cum that seeped from within.

'That's so fucking hot,' Grant said as he watched.

'Fuck her Grant. Fuck her while she eats me,' I demanded of him. Grant moved close enough to my head that I could take his semi-erect cock between my lips.

'Get me hard first,' he told me. I took him in my mouth and let him slide his cock back and forth over my tongue. His cock quickly swelled back to life. When he was hard enough, he moved again so that he was kneeling behind Amy. He shoved his cock in her pussy and started driving it in and out. Amy moaned gleefully as she continued to lick me.

In my already excited state, the sight of my brother hammering his girlfriend from behind as she licked me set me off. I squealed and screamed as Amy brought on my orgasm. I grabbed her head and pulled it from my pussy as she tried to keep licking me. I couldn't take it. Instead I let her lay with her head on my mound, listening to the sounds of Grant fucking her. For once I could see what was happening. I wasn't left wondering what it would look like.

When I'd recovered enough, I told Amy to get up onto the bed doggy-style with Grant fucking her from behind. I slithered my way beneath them so that Amy and I were positioned for a 69. I was so close to my brother's cock sliding in and out of her pussy. It was awesome. I licked at Amy's clit or sucked on Grant's balls as the desire took me, the whole time watching their lovemaking. Amy teased my pussy with her tongue and fingers and soon Grant was again crying out. He emptied his balls into her pussy, his cock pulsing with each release. When he was done he pulled out and Amy went to move from her position. I held her in place with my hands on her butt, pulling her down toward my face. As Grant's cum oozed from within her, I lifted my head and held my tongue out so that I could catch it. I licked and slurped as his white gooey mess dripped from her pussy, teasing her clit between gobs of cum.

Amy loved it.

'Holy fuck,' she said when we'd rearranged ourselves and all cuddled into bed together.

'Have you been awake every time?' she asked me. I told her honestly that I hadn't. I let her and Grant know just how involved or uninvolved I'd been through the course of their exploring me.

'What surprises me more is that you're so ok with it all, I mean, you're dating a guy that fucks his sister. That's pretty out there.'

'Well it sure as fuck surprised me I was ok with it,' Amy laughed. 'I mean, there was that bit of me that just said, 'it's biology' when he was hard at seeing you naked and I knew that the last thing I should do was encourage him. For some weird reason though, the thought of it just made me fucking horny and I wanted to see more.'

'You have no idea how good it is for me that you are ok with it,' I said. 'I was getting so fucking frustrated listening to you two go at it like rabbits all the time. I hope you'll let me join in again sometimes.'

'Shit, if you're ok I'm ok,' Amy smiled back at me. Grant kept quiet through the exchange, but at the point that it was agreed that this wasn't just a one-time thing, he truly beamed with happiness.

I briefed Amy on the arrangement that Grant and I had come to before she'd been on the scene. The one where if he wanted to fuck me he just had to ask and he could do what ever I agreed to.

'Oh man, that's a pretty sweet deal,' Amy said, looking at him. 'I'm surprised I got a look in at all!'

'Oh come one, as if he could resist you,' I replied, my eyes travelling over her body.

She blushed at the compliment. I told Amy that I'd be happy to offer her the same arrangement. Any time she wanted to use me, she just had to say the word. Even if she just wanted to see Grant use me that was ok too.

'So like if I wanted to see him blow his load all over your face right now?'

'Try me,' I replied.

'Hang on, what if I can't?' Grant protested, though it wasn't exactly the most forceful objection.

'Try,' Amy told him. 'Or maybe you won't get to cum at all tomorrow.'

'Ooh, mean,' he accused her.

'Stick your cock in your sister's mouth.'

Grant sighed dramatically and then moved so that I could suck his cock. I happily sucked him deep inside and swirled my tongue around his flaccid cock. It wasn't long at all until I could feel him swelling again.

'I love seeing this,' Amy enthused. 'It's just so fucking hot knowing your cock is in your sister's mouth!'

'You're so fucking kinky,' he said to her before moaning as I gave him a particularly good suck. My mouth worked slowly up and down his shaft, tongue teasing as I did so. Amy moved behind me. She held my head with one hand and then put her other around behind Grant's butt. She pushed my head toward his cock and pulled him toward me, making him thrust deep into my throat. She held me there until I gagged. I gasped, took a deep breath and then she made me do it again. She kept up a running commentary about how hot we were making her. She shifted her hand from Grant's butt to my tit. She pulled and twisted it, working my nipple extra hard. It was fucking awesome.

'Fuck her face Grant. Grab her head and fuck it hard,' she demanded, her voice oozing lust. Grant did as he was told, putting one hand on either side of my head and thrusting. I relaxed my mouth and let him have his way. He jammed his cock in and out of my mouth, the speed of his thrusts increasing with urgency as his orgasm approached. Amy abused my nipples. I cried out with pleasure, moaning around the cock hammering at my throat.

'Cum on your sister's face Grant, spray her with it,' Amy was demanding. 'I want to see your gooey seed all over your sister's gorgeous face. I want to lick it off her!'

Grant pulled his cock from my mouth. He was panting with effort and his cock was an iron-hard missile. He grabbed it with one hand, aimed it at my face and pumped. He cried out as it erupted. I quickly closed my eyes as his cum sprayed over my face. It hit me on the forehead and ran down my nose. I felt it on my cheek as well and opened my mouth to get some on my tongue. I hadn't even started to open my eyes when I felt Amy push me back down on the bed. Then her mouth was all over my face. She licked and sucked and slurped, cleaning my brother's cum from my face.

Her tongue speared between my lips and she kissed me, sharing my brother's seed with me.

'Fuck you two are perverted,' Grant laughed.

'Us two?' Amy laughed. 'I think you two are the perverted ones. I'm not related to either of you.'

'Yeah, but I bet you wish you were,' I teased her.

'Oh God yes,' Amy responded.

~~~~~~~

So that was how I finally achieved what I wanted. It was out in the open. And we loved it. Amy started staying around more than she had before. Trips back to her own house were about getting a new set of clothes so that she could spend more time with us. It wasn't all that long before she had more of her clothes at our apartment than she did at home.

Like when Grant and I had first moved in, we didn't share a bed. Grant and Amy did, but I kept to my own room. I sleepwalked occasionally and if they found me anywhere compromising, they took great delight in taking advantage of me. I would wake to find myself naked, covered or filled with cum, or just plain wet. Then they'd tell me what they'd done to me the next morning. It was always a turn-on.

Amy certainly took to the idea of using my body whenever she wanted. Sometimes it would be to watch Grant use me, sometimes both of them. Some times she just used me herself. I had mentioned that I was having a day off work one day without thinking anything of it. She and Grant both went off to College for the day and I sat down to catch up on the latest season of True Blood. Wearing just my pyjamas, I had a packet of cookies; a coffee and no plan to do anything more than indulge myself.

I had just started the fourth episode when someone knocked on the door. Annoyed, I paused the DVD and went to see who it was, expecting to give a salesman a blast.

'Hey there,' Amy said, grinning at me as I pulled the door open roughly.

'Amy!' I said lamely.

'The one and only. Sorry, I forgot my key and Grant has classes for the rest of the day.'

'No problem. I didn't expect you back, I thought you had classes too.' I stood aside and then closed the door behind her, following her to the little kitchen.

'I ditched. I managed to sit through two classes before the thought of you alone in the apartment was too much to bear.'

'Really? Why?'

'Because I want to fuck you. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a strap on dildo. I want to fuck you with this.'

'Oh,' I grinned. 'Well damn.'

She put the toy on the table along with her handbag and took me in her arms, crushing her breasts against me and kissing me. I kissed her back with the same passion that she put into the kiss. It was hot. Her hands roamed my body, enjoying the fact that my pyjamas gave ready and easy access. I didn't miss the opportunity either, my hands sliding up under her t-shirt to release the clasp on her bra. I never tired of getting to play with her tits and wasn't going to make an exception this time.

The kiss broke apart and we paused, breathing heavily and grinning at each other like lovesick teens who've just shared their first lesbian kiss.

'Can I ask something that might sound a little crazy just now?'

'Sure,' Amy replied.




Sleepwalking Ch. 06: Anything Again



'Do you mind if we sit and watch the rest of this episode before we fuck?' I pointed to the paused TV. Amy laughed at me.

'As long as you still let me fuck you, sure! But I think I need my jammies on as well if we're cuddling on the couch.'

'Awesome!' Amy headed off to Grant's room and I followed her, deciding that if she was going to get naked and change, I'd at least take the chance to watch. I sat on the bed as she pulled her t-shirt off, dropped her bra beside me and then rummaged in a drawer for pyjamas.

'Damn, I don't actually know if I've got any here,' she laughed.

'You can borrow mine.'

'Ok, that sounds pretty good.' She shimmied out of her jeans and followed me to my room in nothing more than a black lacy thong. I searched through my drawer until I found a pair of cute pink Hello Kitty pyjamas that consisted of little shorts and a tank top.

'Its not very fair if I have these tiny little summer things and you have those long winter ones,' she complained.

'You want long ones?' I asked, somewhat surprised.

'Of course not, I want you in tiny little ones too!'

'Well let me see if I can oblige.'

'And a quilt to snuggle under!' I grinned back over my shoulder as I dug in my drawer. I found a pair of black Victoria's Secret pyjamas that would provide very little in the way of obstruction to any hand wandering that might occur. Amy stood and watched as I slipped off my long pjs and pulled on the skimpy ones. I could almost see her restraining herself from throwing me on the bed. Grabbing my quilt and pulling it from the bed, I took her hand and led her back to the couch. We snuggled down together and I hit play on the DVD. I spent the next our blissfully indulging in my love of True Blood while Amy spent it indulging her desire to touch me.

Her fingers found their way inside my pyjamas moments after I restarted the episode and my nipples, clit and pussy were treated to delightful caresses throughout. Occasionally she'd even disappear under the quilt to spend a few moments sucking on my nipple. by the time the closing credits scrolled up the screen my pyjamas were soaked, my pussy almost dripping wet and the only thing I could smell was my arousal.

'Don't move,' Amy instructed me as she slipped from the couch and the warmth of the quilt. She reappeared moments later with the strap on dildo in her hand. She dragged the quilt from me and pulled at my pyjama bottoms. I wiggled my butt around until she was able to slip them from my legs. I expected her to tease me with her fingers or the end of the toy, but she lowered her tongue to my pussy and licked me enthusiastically. Moaning, I reached down and tugged at the Hello Kitty top, dragging it up over her head. She broke contact and lifted her arms so that I could strip it off her.

I watched as Amy stood up in front of me and dropped her little shorts to reveal her pussy. I sat up quickly, grabbing her butt cheeks with my hand and pulling my face into her crotch. I eagerly sent my tongue in search of her clit, flicking it back and forth as she organised the straps of the toy. When she was ready she pushed me back on the couch and then stepped into the harness. I fingered my wet pussy gently as she settled it in place and adjusted things.

'Ever wanted a boy with tits?' she giggled at me as she squeezed a boob with one hand and waggled the toy back and forth with the other.

'Can't say that I have. But a hot chick with a strap on is something I've considered.'

'Never done it?' Amy asked.

'Never quite had the chance.'

'You do now,' she laughed, lifting the toy. 'Suck my cock for me Nikki.' I sat up on the couch and wrapped a hand around the dildo. I hadn't really thought about the size until then. Wrapping my fingers around it I realised how thick it was.

'Oh, it's big,' I commented, even as I sank my mouth over it.

'I bet you say that to all the boys!'

'Only the ones that need me to,' I replied with a wink. I sucked it for a little bit, but it wasn't the same as sucking a real cock. I released it and lifted my hands to Amy's awesome breasts, squeezing them firmly before pulling at her nipples. She grinned at me and knelt on the floor, lowering the tip of the toy to my pussy. We both watched as she began feeding it inside me, rocking back and forth with her hips to make sure it was well lubricated as it penetrated me. I played with her tits again, loving being able to do so while I was penetrated. Amy leaned in and kissed me, forcing me to release her breasts.

'Can we move to the bed?' I asked, feeling awkwardly squished on the couch.

'Of course,' Amy replied. She stood up and helped me to my feet, pulling me in for another kiss in the process. We only made it as far as the kitchen before she told me to stop.

'What?' I asked, suspicious of the gleam in her eyes.

'Bend over the table,' she instructed me. I laughed at her but did as she asked. After all, I had said she only had to say the word and she could have me. I splayed my hands wide in front of me, my cheek on the table. She told me to wait and bounded off to the bedroom. She wasn't gone long and I noted she had a tube of lubricant with her when she came back. She squirted it all over the fake cock and then slid it back into my waiting pussy.

'Oh fuck!' I cried out as it slipped easily inside, stretching me wide. Amy grabbed my hips and rocked back and forth, telling me how good it looked sinking inside me. She fucked me hard, occasionally running her nails down my back as she drove the toy inside.

'I wish I knew what this felt like for real,' Amy sighed. I giggled through a pleasured moan.

'I need the bed, I want it doggy-style,' I told her when I realised the position we were in prevented me from accessing my clitoris. Amy pulled out and let me run to the bedroom. I waited for her on all fours. Amy moved in behind me and sank the toy back into my pussy. I used one hand to start frigging my clit and Amy reached beneath me to play with my nipple, sliding the cock in and out of my pussy the whole time. I was close to cumming but there was one more thing that I needed.

'Put it in my bum,' I demanded.

'Really?' Amy asked. I could tell from the tone of her voice that the thought excited her.

'Yes,' I moaned as she pushed it into my pussy again. She pulled out, the toy slipping entirely from me. She lifted it and rested it against my anus.

'You want this big thing in that tight little hole?'

I pushed back. 'Fuck yes.'

I could feel it stretching me wide. It was bigger than Grant's cock. It was bigger than anything I'd ever had in my bum before. I loved it. Amy kept a firm pressure and allowed me to work back against it. I moved my bum left and right and rotated my hips in search of the right angle. It slipped in. I relaxed and breathed and felt it slide deeper in my butt. Slowly I pushed back. It felt awesome.

'Oh God I can't believe its in your bum!'

'It feels so amazing Amy. Fuck it. Fuck my bum please,' I begged her. She started moving more deliberately, back and forth, in and out. The big fake cock started sliding in and out of my bottom. I rubbed my clit hard, pausing only to push two fingers in my pussy to get them even wetter. My orgasm was imminent and after the hour of build up, the intensity was peaking. I exploded. I shuddered and fell forward, shaking on the bed, sliding from the toy, feeling it all but pop as it exited my bum.

'Oh fuck,' I moaned.

'That was so fucking awesome,' Amy said, collapsing next to me on the bed, fingers tracing delicate circles on my back before she pulled my head close enough to hers to kiss again. 'Has Grant ever fucked you in the bum?'

'Yeah he has. He's even done it to me when I'm asleep.'

'No way! That's so freaking awesome,' she crooned. I could hear the gears of her mind whirring as she thought about it. I knew that in the not too distant future I'd wake up with a butt-load of my brother's cum.

'Let me eat you,' I said to her. Amy's face broke into another grin and she lay back on the bed for me. I undid the straps on the toy and put it aside. Parting her legs, I happily buried my face between them. I sucked on her clit, licked it and slipped two fingers inside her. When she was on the verge of cumming I backed off, sliding my fingers from her pussy. I slid one in her anus instead.

'Ooooh,' she cooed.

'Has Grant ever fucked your bum?' I asked her.

'Yes,' she moaned.

'I bet you love it.'

'I do!' she replied. I worked a second finger in and pushed it deep. I could feel her pushing back against me and sucked hard on her clit. It took her over the edge. I could feel her contractions as she spasmed with orgasm. I let her calm down and crawled back up her body, kissing her all over, gently sucking and nibbling until I reached her face and could kiss her again.

We spent the rest of the day together in and out of our pyjamas. When Grant finally came home he found us preparing dinner in them. It wasn't even cooked when he came the first time. We teamed up to suck him off almost as soon as he was in the door. After that, well let's just say that when he went to bed, he was exhausted.

That dear Diary is an example of how things started going after Amy knew about Grant and I. We fucked a lot. Amy proved quite devious and I lost track of the odd things that she'd come up with to stick inside me. She seemed to love nothing more than to take a vegetable from the fridge or the handle of a kitchen tool to shove inside me. Sometimes she'd do it while Grant was eating breakfast just to tease him. She certainly became the shot-caller in these things. I always look forward to having her over. I'm just hoping that things with her and Grant last a lot longer!

For now, I'm just going to keep enjoying things while they last!

licks and kisses,

nikki

END



Sleepwalking Ch. 07: Home for Xmas



Okay Diary, it seems that even Christmas can't keep me out of the crazy shit I've been getting into. In fact, it got even crazier. It's so ridiculous that I just totally have to tell you about it.

I was going home for Christmas. I was mostly looking forward to it, but was disappointed that Grant wasn't going with me. I'd kind of hoped that we'd get to do a road trip together, but he was going to meet Amy's parents. I'd be seeing the two of them again at New Year's, but in between, I'd miss out. I'd become used to them both taking advantage of me whenever they liked and two weeks at home with my parents and no crazy sex wasn't something I was eagerly anticipating. 

"Why so glum?" Amy asked me as I zipped up my bag full of clothes and sighed heavily. She'd been sitting on my bed 'supervising' my packing. Apparently supervising meant checking me out and spanking my butt whenever it was within reach. Thirty minutes earlier Grant had gone to take care of a few things in town, and had assured me he'd be back to see me off. I assumed he was buying Christmas presents that he'd want me to deliver. He always did Christmas at the last minute.

"Because it's going to be boring."

"I bet your 'rents would love to hear that," Amy laughed.

"Well not the bit where I get to see them, the bit where no-one decides to just rip my panties off me and attack my pussy at crazy times."

"Aww, it's only two weeks," she teased me. 

"It'll seem like forever," I lamented. Amy stood up from the bed and I stopped to admire her body. It was as exceptional as the first day I'd seen her. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a pink t-shirt that she'd tied at the waist. All that did was pull it tight against her awesome D cup tits. 

"Well I'm sure you'll survive," she assured me as she left my room.

I sighed dramatically and stood up from the floor to sit on my bed. I figured I had about an hour before I needed to leave and was wondering what I was going to do to pass the time when Amy returned brandishing an ear of corn.

"Let's make sure that you have something fun to remember while you're away," she laughed, advancing determinedly toward me.

"Corn? Really?" I laughed.

"Oh, come on, you know you love it."

She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top, kissing me hard, her large breasts crushed against my little A-cups. "I like eating corn," I said between kisses.

"Don't give me that," she laughed. "You love corn stuffed in your pussy and we both know it."

She had me there. It had only been a mock protest anyway. I love it when Amy decides to insert random stuff in my pussy. I especially enjoy it when she does it when I'm sleepwalking. She takes photos and sends them to me at random times during the following days. Nothing quite like sitting in a lecture and getting a picture of a straightening wand stuck in your pussy while you're sleepwalking!

Amy allowed me to sit up, and tugged at my clothes to remove them. I obliged and followed her lead, making sure that if I was going to be naked, she would be too. Soon we were lying together on the bed, kissing and fingering each other's pussies. I took the opportunity to play with her tits as well, sucking and squeezing them. I couldn't believe that I was going to have to go for a full two weeks without them.

It wasn't long until Amy was reaching for the ear of corn. She sat astride my hips, peeling back the husk suggestively as I played with her tits. With a laugh, she cast the husk aside and ran her hand up and down the knobbly vegetable like she was stroking a cock.

"Ready for this baby?" she asked, leaning over and kissing me again.

"Fuck yes," I moaned.

Amy moved down between my legs and I spread them willingly, using my hands to hold my knees wide. Amy ran her tongue over my already wet pussy. She took her time, swirling it around, sliding it back and forth over my clit and plunging it inside me until she was satisfied with just how wet I was.

I felt the corn pushed against my pussy lips. Amy worked it inside slowly until she was able to slide it back and forth. I loved the feel of the kernels running between my pussy lips. 

"You really do like it, don't you?" Amy asked with a grin as she slid the cob in and out.

"Best veggie ever," I agreed. Amy moved so that she could rub my clit with her left hand as she continued to work the corn.

"I bet you'd even take it in your bum."

"Maybe," I laughed. 

"Maybe? There is no maybe with you sweetie, you're always a yes! Now roll over."

I did as I was told, rolling onto my stomach. Amy held the corn in my pussy until I had worked my way onto my hands and knees. She pushed the corn deeper into my pussy and leaned over my back to swirl her tongue around my anus. 

"You're such a dirty slut Amy," I said with a moan.

"Yeah, that's why you and your brother love me so much!"

"True," I giggled as she poked her tongue at my butt hole again. I felt the corn slip from my pussy and sighed as a finger started probing at my anus. Amy had obviously given this little encounter some thought as the finger was well-lubricated. Second and third fingers entered me as well, stretching me wider slowly before she started to push the corn inside. I breathed out, relaxing, resisting the urge to tense up and prevent the entry. Amy was patient, working it slowly inside me. It felt fucking huge, easily the biggest thing she'd ever stuck in my bum.

"It looks so hot Nikki," she assured me as I felt it slip a bit further inside me. She paused a moment to grab her phone and snap a picture, promising to send it to me later.

"Anyone home?" Grant called out, surprising us both.

"In here," Amy called.

Grant soon appeared in the doorway, grinning as he took in the sight of his girlfriend shoving a cob of corn in his sister's ass.

"I see you're giving her something to remember you by," he joked as he came closer.

"Yep, now she just needs a bit of brotherly cock to help her survive her two weeks alone," Amy told him.

"Let me suck you Grant," I begged. 

I needn't have bothered. He was already half out of his clothes and soon had his cock sliding over my tongue as I sucked at it greedily. Amy kept working the corn deeper and deeper in my butt until I couldn't take anymore. 

"I'm sure going to miss having this sort of fun for the next two weeks," Grant groaned as he started fucking my face.

"It's only two weeks, it's not like its two months," Amy laughed.

"Yeah and I don't know what you're worried about, you'll have this kinky bitch with you," I told him. "I'm the one who's going to be all alone. I'll probably have to resort to fucking myself with a candy cane!"

"If you do, I want pictures," Amy laughed. "But just so you don't miss out entirely, Grant move back here and fuck her pussy."

Grant moved around behind me. Amy held the corn in my butt and Greg speared his cock into my pussy. 

"OOOOh fuck," I groaned as both holes were filled. Amy relinquished control of the corn to Grant and slithered beneath me so that Grant's balls dangled above her face. It left me looking down at her pussy. I dipped my head to it and started eating her with every bit of skill I had. Grant's cock slid back and forth in my pussy and he wiggled the corn about, occasionally pulling it out a little before sliding it back in. As Amy sucked on Greg's balls she rubbed my clit with her fingers and soon had me exploding with orgasm. I gasped and bucked as my body exploded. Grant shoved his cock and the corn deep and I collapsed on top of Amy.

The corn was pulled from my butt. I thought that was it, but Grant had other ideas. He slipped his cock from my pussy and shoved it into my bum and started fucking me. Fuck it felt good. I was still recovering from my orgasm and could barely take it, but he just fucked me until he came hard, exploding in my butt.

Half an hour later, showered and ready to go, I kissed them both good-bye at the door. They promised to fuck me again as soon as we were all in the same state. 

~~~~~~~

Mum and Dad were ecstatic to see me. They'd never really planned on both of us leaving home together, but Grant had used my sleepwalking as a pre-text to move interstate with me when he went to college. I had landed a job, he a spot in college. By living together we saved on money for the family, he looked after my safety and unbeknownst to anyone but Amy, we were able to continue having sex with each other whenever we wanted. 

I lay in my bed that night thinking about all the crazy stuff that had happened and fell asleep happy. I smiled as I remembered the send-off that Grant and Amy had given me. 

When I woke the next morning, I was horny and my pussy was wet. I was confused. It was a state that I associated with having sleepwalked around Grant and Amy. It usually meant that they'd done stuff to me during the night and that I could expect a silly picture from Amy some time that day and a hot discussion on what they'd done that night. I was home though. There was no one that would have done anything to me, so why was I so freakin' horny? I was really confused. A bit of masturbating helped me get over the horny aspect of it. I used the detachable head of the shower to get off and then got lost in throes of helping Mum prepare for Christmas and forgot about it. Well, I did until Dad brought up my sleepwalking later that day.

"So Nikki, how is the sleepwalking going? Any better?"

"About the same Dad. I do it now and then, but living with Grant has been great. He's a real trooper and makes sure I don't do anything too crazy."

"Speaking of crazy, have you done anything truly laughable lately?"

I told him about Amy catching me making a sandwich in the middle of the night and about the time that Grant had found me reading a magazine upside down on the toilet (though when I told Dad I didn't let on that I was naked). I couldn't help but notice that Dad's eyes kept flicking to my tits. It wasn't that he'd never looked at them, it was just that it seemed like he was looking a lot more than he had before. It was weird, especially because the more he looked, the tighter my nipples got. I told myself I had to be completely crazy and went about my own business for the rest of the day.

Late in the afternoon Mum took a call from Aunt May and had to go and help with some emergency or other (don't even get me started on that crazy part of the family tree!). Unfortunately it meant time away from home and we wouldn't see her back with us until the 23rd of December. I assured her that I would be able to look after Dad, having practiced on feeding my younger brother for the last year or so and Dad assured her that he'd make sure that I didn't try to drive in my sleep or anything. 

The first two days passed without anything untoward coming up, but on the third night that I was home, I must have sleepwalked again. I woke up wet and horny. Because Dad and I were the now the only ones in the house I started to wonder whether Dad might have taken advantage of me. It should have freaked me out. Even more than having sex with my brother should have freaked me out, the thought of Dad doing something to me should have. I think we've already established that I'm not normal though and the more I thought about Dad touching me in my sleep, the more I wanted to know if it had happened and the more I hoped it had. Yes diary, I am a fucking freak.

"Dad, did I sleep walk last night?" I asked him as we sat down to lunch.

"You did actually."

"And did I um, do anything ... I don't know, embarrassing?"

"What do you mean by embarrassing?" he asked. He blushed as he said it though so I knew I had to be onto something.

"Well, it's weird, but when I woke up, my shorts were on backwards. I'm pretty sure that I normally get the whole dressing myself thing right when I go to bed though so I was a little weirded out." His blush deepened as I spoke.

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing for me to have to tell you this Nikki, but I found you watching TV."

"So, that's not that uncommon for this little freak."

"Yeah, but you were naked."

"Oh my God! What? You saw me naked?" I laughed. Clearly the laugh wasn't the reaction that he expected from me. I think he expected outrage and horror. My body reacted differently to that even. My nipples tightened and my stomach flipped with a now familiar sensation of excitement. I was actually turned on by the thought of Dad seeing me naked. 

"You don't seem very surprised," he responded.

"Well Mum found me like that once, so it isn't the first time."

"Oh, I hadn't realised. Well, I had hoped to avoid embarrassing you too much, so I found where you'd dumped your pyjamas and I dressed you before putting you back to bed. I was hoping you wouldn't notice, but clearly I didn't dress you right."

"That's ok Dad, thanks for trying to look after me."

We went our separate ways for the afternoon and I kept thinking about it. I kept thinking that for me to have awakened as wet as I did Dad must have done a bit more than just dress me. I wondered how far he had gone. I knew exactly how to find out. All it would take was a little more faking, nothing I hadn't done before! I didn't do anything that night and the following day I was horny as all fuck. All I could think about was that I was going to get naked and get in my Dad's bed with him. I watched him around the house. He kept looking at me when he thought he wouldn't be busted. He spent a lot of time staring at my butt and the more I was aware of it, the more I started to tease him, bending and stretching to present myself at the best angle. 

I checked him out too, enjoying the sizeable bulge that formed in his pants, taking note of the shape of his body. He wasn't as buff as Grant and carried a little weight around his middle, but for his age, he was in pretty good shape.

When I climbed into bed that night I was a bundle of nerves. I set my alarm for 2am, but wouldn't have needed to. I was way too excited to sleep. At about ten to two, I climbed naked from my bed and walked to my parents room, took a deep breath, assumed my sleepwalking persona and made my way inside. At first he didn't even wake up. I stood nervously beside the bed and then careful to maintain my facade, climbed in. 

Dad still didn't stir. I lay there for a bit, wondering what to do, even though I really knew exactly what I wanted to do. I reached with my hand and brushed it against his cock, squeezing my legs with the excitement of having done so.

It wasn't enough to wake him up. Silently cursing, I moved closer until I could lean against him 'clumsily'. I felt him stir and tried to relax my body. He stirred but didn't wake, just lying there on his back. This wasn't going according to plan at all! I moved my hand to my father's cock and gently caressed it. I was pleased to feel it harden in my grasp as I was starting to wonder if there would be anything I could do to get a reaction without giving up that I wasn't sleepwalking.

The harder he got the more restless his sleep became. I gave him a good firm squeeze and relaxed my hand, leaving it resting on his mostly erect cock. It was enough to break through his slumber and he finally began to wake.

"What the?" he muttered sleepily as he came to the realisation that he wasn't alone in bed. It took a moment for him to then process the fact that not only was he not alone, but that his wife wasn't the one there with him.

"Nikki?" he said quietly. He made no move to change the position of my hand. "Nikki," he said again, a little more firmly. His hand closed over mine, and he thrust his cock against it. 

I could feel him humping against my hand and my pussy reacted. I felt him moving and his boxers were soon gone, my hand now on Dad's naked cock. He wrapped my fingers around it with his, and thrust into my loosely closed fist. This continued for a while until Dad clearly decided that he wanted something else. I felt the covers pulled from my body so that I was exposed to the room. He moved around on the bed and I could sense him hovering over me, most likely studying my naked body. His hand closed over my breast, his warm palm pressed against my rock-hard nipple. He squeezed gently. Then he tweaked my nipple. 

I felt more movement on the bed and something brushed against my nipple. I guessed that it was his cock. My Dad was rubbing his hard cock against my nipple!

His fingers danced over my bald mound and then down over my pussy lips. I let me legs relax, widening the gap between them, giving him access. I wanted his touch. I'm such a dirty fucking freak. I wanted my Dad's fingers in my pussy. Shit, let's be honest diary, I wanted him to fuck me.

He kept exploring my body and I had to work hard to suppress a moan when I felt a finger slide down between my swollen labia. His finger pushed inside, penetrating me. I was amazed that this was happening so suddenly. I thought back to how slowly Grant had explored me. It made me think that perhaps this wasn't the first time. Maybe there was a reason that I'd woken up so horny and wet the last time I sleepwalked.

I spread my legs a little farther apart and soon found a second digit between my lips. They slid gently in and out before being removed. I heard Dad suck them. I so wanted to look. He moved on the bed. I felt the weight shift and soon could tell that he'd moved between my legs. His tongue lapped at my pussy. 

Dad was licking me. It was so fucking kinky and I loved it. His tongue was gentle but firm, sliding up and down my slit, caressing my labia and clit. He blew gently on my wet clit. It felt strangely good. He licked me for a good five minutes before stopping. I wondered what more he was prepared to do. He moved again and I felt his weight on the opposite side of the bed to where he'd been sleeping. My head dipped back as he must have knelt beside me. His cock pressed gently against my lips. It was wet. I didn't even hesitate, I simply parted my lips a little and felt Dad's cock slip between them, my tongue greeting the tip to taste the precum that had collected there. I couldn't suck him like I wanted to, but let him slide his cock back and forth across my tongue and lips. He groaned. He kept at it as long as he dared and then stopped. 

It was so frustrating. I wondered how he'd react if I 'woke up'. I wanted a cock in my pussy so bad. He didn't do it. He clearly decided not to go further and instead escorted me back to my room, his hands caressing my tits and bum on the way. He dressed me, pausing only to suck lightly on each nipple and before he tucked me into bed. 

As soon as he left I buried two fingers in my pussy and masturbated, wishing it was his cock. I rubbed my clit and then pulled a wet finger from my pussy so that I could slide it in my anus. I came hard, biting my lip to keep from being as vocal as I would have liked. 

Mum was due home in two days. I wished I had longer. I thought sleepwalking two days in a row would be pushing it too hard, but I only had one more night alone with Dad. I either did something then or would have to wait until Grant and Amy came back for New Years. I wasn't going to wait that long. I spent most of the day wondering what I could do that night. I wanted Dad as horny as I was, so I paraded around in a pair of panties and a t-shirt until he suggested at lunch time that perhaps being dressed for the day would be a good idea. I grabbed some clothes and ducked out to the shops, telling him I had some last minute presents to buy. 

I didn't tell him that it was for me. I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a bright red Chantilly lace corset with matching thong. It pushed up my little tits nicely, giving me a bit of cleavage and the boning pulled in tight down my torso. It was such a perfect fit. The lace gave a hint of what lay beneath without revealing it outright. Sexy and Christmassy! As I drove home I planned. I thought that if I wore it to bed, then maybe I could sleep walk in it, but then I didn't really know if that would even help advance my plans. 




Sleepwalking Ch. 07: Home for Xmas



I arrived home and a different plan entirely emerged. I came inside and Dad asked me if I'd managed to get the last minute gift that I'd been chasing.

"I have, do you want to see it?" 

"Sure sweetie, show me."

"Ok, hang on, I just have to do something first," I told him. I dashed upstairs to my bedroom and changed into the corset and thong. I strolled back downstairs and out into the living room where Dad was sitting watching sport on the television. 

"Like it?" I asked, drawing his attention from the screen. His mouth dropped open and he just stared. It was just the sort of reaction I was looking for. 

"Um, yes?" he eventually replied. 

"You don't sound very sure."

"Well, you're my daughter and I can't say that I expected you to come out in something so ..."

"Sexy?" I asked.

"Well ... yeah."

"So I look ok in it?"

"Nik, I ... um ..."

"Just be objective, if I were an actress in a movie dressed like this, would you think it was sexy?"

"Hell yes," he replied. His hand drifted to his pants and adjusted his crotch. 

"Excellent!"

"Dare I ask why you bought it?"

"I dunno, I felt like having something sexy to wear. Who knows, maybe I'll sleepwalk into Santa this year. I'd hate to be caught wearing something daggy."

"Well that is anything but that," Dad said. I turned to walk back to my room, glancing over my shoulder as I started up the stairs. I was pleased to see his eyes glued to my butt. I giggled and hurried up the stairs with prancing steps, knowing that it would make my pert little butt cheeks wiggle deliciously for him. 

That night I decided that rather than go into his bed again that I'd go out to the living room. I didn't want to set any sort of pattern that might reveal that I was faking. I turned the TV on and turned it up stupidly loud, then sat on the couch with my legs spread most un-ladylike, wearing nothing but a simple black thong. 

Sure enough, after ten minutes or so, I heard Dad coming from the bedroom. I quickly closed my eyes and calmed my breathing even as my heart started racing in anticipation. I reclined against the back of the couch. I expected him to turn the TV off first, but he didn't. I sensed him standing before me and then felt his hands on my tits, squeezing and playing. He knelt on the floor between my legs and kept fondling me. I was sitting so that my pussy was right near the edge of the couch and I could all but feel his cock rubbing against me. I bet if he'd had no pants on the head would have been rubbing my thong. I wanted to slide down a little further, but resisted the temptation. 

Dad leaned in and sucked first one nipple and then the other, drawing them to hard little points. He released them and I waited to find out what would come next. Apparently he removed his boxer shorts, because I actually felt the head of his cock pressing between my legs. It was a firm pressure without being too forceful. I couldn't help myself then and did slide down the couch a little so that I pushed harder against Dad's cock. I felt him thrust against me and I wished that my thong wasn't stopping his cock from sliding inside.

He stopped and I felt his fingers running over the soaked crotch of my underwear. They ran along my semi-exposed labia and slipped beneath. He pulled the thong aside and slid a finger as deep as he could into my pussy, then sucked at it noisily. When I felt the head of his cock rub up and down my slit, I thought that he was actually going to fuck me. He didn't. He pushed it just enough to part my lips, threatening to slide inside, but backed off. I nearly gave myself up at that point. I nearly begged him to fuck me. Can you imagine begging your own father to fuck you? Yep, still a freak here. 

He guided me back to bed then and I was left to once again bring myself to orgasm and ponder how I might go that one step further. I had one final plan.

Mum returned the following day and I wondered whether I would actually have a chance of getting away with my last ditch plan. 

After dinner on Christmas Eve, I put out a glass of milk and a plate of cookies for Santa. Mum laughed and shook her head, making jokes about little girls that never grow up.

"If she saw my gift for Santa she'd know I grew up," I joked quietly to Dad so that she couldn't hear me. He nearly fell of his seat and I laughed out loud.

We said our goodnights and Mum joked that I'd better not sleepwalk tonight just in case I scared Santa off and he didn't leave any presents. I assured her that just in case I did sleepwalk, I'd be sure to wear something that wouldn't scare him away. Dad's eyes popped with his understanding of what I meant. 

I put the corset and thong on and hopped into bed, only then realising that the boning meant that it was actually pretty unlikely that I'd sleep at all. After trying all sorts of positions on the bed, I gave up and took it off. I set my alarm for the middle of the night and tried to sleep. It didn't come easily as I sat there wondering if my plan would actually work.

When my alarm buzzed underneath my pillow and woke me, I put the corset back on and crept out to the living room where the tree had been set up. I arranged myself so that I was sitting in front of the coffee table where the milk and cookies were, lay my head beside them and then turned on the TV. I hoped that Dad would be the one to come out because if Mum did it would be very weird. 

Fortunately, Dad must have taken on board the clues I'd dropped about what I was wearing for Santa, because when hands stared to lift me from the floor, they were large and strong. It was definitely Dad. I felt myself scooped up into his arms and carried from the room. It was disappointing because I had expected him to have a bit of fun, but figured that he must be being cautious with Mum home. That sucked.

He carried me to my bed and deposited me there. Then he started touching me. Just when I expected him to abandon me, he started fondling me. My pussy came alive as his fingers touched and teased around the thong. He played with my tits a little, but the corset made it a bit tricky and apparently he wasn't up to the challenge of removing it.

His fingers delved into my pussy though and slid in and out. The bed in my room at home is an ensemble and sits quite high off the floor. It means that when a man stands beside it, his cock is at the perfect height to suck. I let my head loll toward him so that it would be an easy thing for him to do. Dad must have noticed because I felt his cock brush against my lips. I parted them enough for him to slide his dick into my mouth. He rocked back and forth, sliding in and out. I could feel it getting harder the longer he fucked my mouth. I was in heaven, but it wasn't enough. I let my hand brush his wrist and then grabbed it gently. He stood stock still, shocked by the movement. Gently I pulled him toward the bed, still pretending to sleepwalk. It was pushing things, I knew, but I couldn't think of any other way. When he resisted, I used two hands, pulling in an ungainly and somewhat lazy way, trying to do it like I would if I were truly asleep. Dad had seen me do some crazy things whilst sleepwalking so I hoped that he wouldn't think too hard about it. 

I think his desire must have stopped him from over-thinking it, because he climbed onto the bed. I felt a knee depress the bed on one side of me and then the other on the far side. He was straddling me, his thighs touching my waist. He went to move to the other side of me, but I 'sleepily' stopped him, putting my arms around him and hugging him loosely. I felt him come down toward me, the weight of his body pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock through the corset, digging into my stomach. I wondered how to get him to move it to between my legs. I hadn't come up with a plan when he did move to the other side of me. I wanted to scream in frustration. His fingers traced the lace patterns of the corset or followed the lines of the boning as he kept touching me. 

I thought back to when I'd first taken advantage of Grant. I rolled toward him, letting one leg flop over his body, trapping his erect cock between us, my hand going to his chest. Then I went for broke. I moved on top of him. He lay perfectly still. He was so still that I could only imagine that he must have been torn about what to do. I straddled him like he had me, only I had his cock trapped against my pussy. I hung my head as if still sleeping and kept my breathing regular and steady, my face hidden by my hair. I gently ground against his cock, feeling the pressure on my wet pussy. Dad just lay there. I think he was in shock. I kept moving against him, loving how hard he was and wishing he was inside me. When I felt him thrust up toward me a little, I knew I had to have more. I cursed myself for having put the thong on. It would have been so much easier without it. 

I went for broke. I dropped my chest down against his and as sleepily as I could manage, reached back between my legs to pull the thong to one side. I rocked my whole body forward until the head of his cock was between my legs, then grabbed it and guided it as I moved back. I felt it press against my lips for a brief moment before they parted and it slipped inside.

Dad groaned. I worked my way down his cock with subtle wiggles and squirms. It was amazing! I had my father's cock in my pussy. I lay there, not game to do much more. I couldn't imagine that Dad would believe I was asleep if I started fucking him the way I wanted to. I wanted to bounce up and down. I wanted to squat over him and ride his cock hard. I wanted to feel him explode inside me. I just lay there though, moving a bit, rocking, but nothing exuberant. 

I'm not sure how long Dad lay there with his cock inside me because I couldn't exactly check my watch. It wasn't for as long as I'd have liked though. He gave a couple of thrusts here and there. Each time he did I hoped he'd go for more. He stopped though and gently rolled me to one side. He tucked me back into bed and left. 

I nearly wished him Merry Christmas on his way out the room, but decided that maybe that was a step further than I was willing to take just then. Maybe I should be satisfied that I'd managed to get his cock, Dad's cock inside me. How freaking awesome!

Anyway, it's Christmas Day now and I have to go out and share the day with Mum and Dad, all the while not letting on that I have any clue what happened last night. I wonder if Dad will give anything away.

Until next time diary ...

licks and kisses,

nikki 

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