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Incest/Taboo A Quickie with My Sleeping Sister Ch. 01
A Quickie with My Sleeping Sister Ch. 01
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All characters indulging in sexual acts are of legal age.
My younger sister came home late from a party one night, showered and went to bed. It was hot and humid. I knew she wouldn't wear much to sleep in and I hoped she'd sleep on top of the sheet with no covers. I'd sneaked in many times before to try to see her tits or pussy, with limited success, but often just the hint of a nipple or the curve between her legs was enough to send me off to my own bed to jerk off.
We're the same age, 18, but not twins. Poor mum had us eleven months apart. Everybody told us my dad was an asshole and thankfully he died when I was three.
Janine had just turned 18 and this was only the third time mum had let her go to parties where booze was served. But Janine didn't drink much anyway, except I think this time she'd had a bit more than usual.
After waiting long enough to make sure she was asleep, I took my trusty mini-torch and sneaked in. As I'd hoped, she was on top of the covers, laying on her stomach as she often did. She wore a thin, light-coloured cotton nighty that came to her upper thighs. She snored lightly. Probably a bit drunk, I thought - she never snored, so I felt bolder.
Janine is five feet 9, with curly brown hair to her shoulders and fair skin. She's a little plump, so her raised butt was round and enticing. Sneaking quietly to the foot of her bed, I was delighted to see partly-open legs. Being a little thick, they were touching from mid-thigh up but my torch showed me she wore no underpants: I could see her bare bottom cheeks.
This was already a good night, but it was to get way better. Feeling sure that Janine was a little drunk, I lifted the hem of her nighty and there it was; a puffy little pussy, nestled between her fleshy thighs, and best of all it was entirely smooth, as if she'd never had pubic hair at all. My cock throbbed and twitched, but I did not jerk off. I had other ideas.
Incited by lust, then and there I resolved to try to get my dick in her. Obviously I couldn't just lay on top and go for it. I needed a plan. I blew cool air on her pussy and was rewarded with a snort and slight parting of the thigh as she bent a leg. More pussy, more lust. I squeezed my cock through my boxers, then just simply took them off. I had no need for them this night.
Kneeling between her knees, I froze as the bed creaked, but Janine didn't stir. I lowered myself on both arms until my cock brushed her outer lips. Her heat drew me further into lust, so I pushed gently. Straight away I was past her outer lips, in her warmth, but she was only moist and the friction stopped me. My virginal mind leaped to an idea. The stuff that coated my cock when I wanked was slippery. So I pulled back my foreskin, rubbed gently, and was rewarded with a few millimeters more of warm pussy.
Perhaps the humid night helped, perhaps my sister had started an erotic dream. Whatever it was, she became wetter and I was able to get half my seven inches inside.
She moved, and I froze. She muttered something inaudibly, shifted her butt and in doing so pushed back at my engorged cock causing most of the rest of it to disappear inside her. Frozen in fear, I waited for a few seconds, but soon my lust overcame the fear and I became aware of the wet heat inside my sister.
There she was, face down on her bed, with me holding my torso off her with my dick in her pussy. If she woke up, or if my mum happened to come in and check -- she still did sometimes -- there was no defence against what I was doing. So I just did it.
Gently, so gently I pushed forwards. As I sank fully in those warm folds I gasped, but I was so turned on that I almost didn't care if she woke up.
In seconds, my thoughts and deeds brought me to the edge. I didn't even need to thrust: Wow she's tight! And wet. And hot in there. My first pussy! My first fuck. It's so much better than... anything. Ever. Oh fuck I can feel her cunt! And my cock is burning so much. Oh shit. I'm gonna cum. I'm inside my sister's cunt and I'm nearly...
Then my heart skipped a beat as I realised I hadn't planned for this. Was I going to cum in my own sister? Maybe get her pregnant? If I jizzed outside her it'll be pretty fucking obvious! But it had got out of my control. I was cumming and I suddenly didn't care.
I pulled out just as the first spurts started, unloading my ropes on her pussy lips and butt, some falling onto the sheet below her glistening pussy. Pulse after pulse, hot and gooey, until I was spent. I congratulated myself on my achievement, then reality bit hard. I'd just shot all over my sister and she was gonna notice. What to do?
I knew sometimes if I jizzed on myself it would dry on a night like this, perhaps even the sheet would dry, but what if she woke in the next few hours?
I thought the few drops on the sheet would be OK. Maybe she'd think it was her own sweat. As gently as I could, like a thief covering his tracks I spread the goo with my hand. It was easy to coat Janine's butt with a thin layer of cum, but I'd dumped most of it on her pussy lips.
Putting a finger in there, I intended to scoop jizz out and wipe it on myself. Janine's reaction changed my plan.
Not knowing where to find a clitoris, I stumbled on the discovery by accident. The wet coating of my cum served as a lube as my finger glided over it, and my sister cooed in her sleep and opened her legs some more. I lost my fear and it was replaced with youthful experimentation. I touched the spot again. Nothing, until I moved it -- there -- and Janine gave a "mmfh" in her sleep followed by a sigh. This was too cool! Not only was I spreading the evidence of my incestuous invasion, I was turning her on! Without a care, I slipped my hand into her wetness. Curling my middle and ring fingers, I penetrated where my cock had just been and waited.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, my sister pushed back at my hand. I was sure she was still asleep. Shit, if she woke and saw her brother fingering her she'd go apeshit. Of course she was asleep! But I didn't care. Janine's hips rose slightly. She wasn't bucking at my invading fingers, more like a push-and-squeeze from her cunt. I was grinning like a mad cat.
I hoped I'd wiped away my own creamy stuff by now, because I was going to see if I could make my sleeping sister get off. I'd never seen a girl orgasm before, even though I'd tried to get Sally Hawthorn off in the back seat of her dad's car once.
By now, Janine was breathing heavily. I knew nothing about pleasuring a girl so I got a delightful surprise when she stopped breathing, gripped my fingers internally, and moaned in her sleep.
Is she gonna...Oh man!...I'm making my sister cum! She's super-wet now! I can feel it.. She just came!
Without knowing why, I just let her waves wash over until she settled, breathing more normally. My fingers slipped out, and I practically ran back to my bedroom.
That night I jerked off twice. And once more in the morning. All I thought about was the fact that I'd fucked my sister and fingered her to orgasm. If I was lucky, tonight would be a hot one too.
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Incest/Taboo Sleeping with my Sister Samantha
Brother shares his bed with his fraternal, twin sister.
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While hoping for sex, incestuous sex, thinking nothing of it, Jeffrey not so innocently shared his bed with his fraternal, twin sister, Samantha. With her now homeless and having nowhere else to live, Samantha accepted her brother's invitation to live with him. Yet, just like old times, what incestuously happened ten, long years ago, happened again.
On the surface, with nothing planned or anticipated, it all started so very innocently. Then, as one may imagine, what may happen between a horny man and a healthy woman who are sexually active and incestuously attracted to one another, one unexpected thing led to another unexpected thing. Therein lies the story and what this story is all about, an incestuous love story and a sexual affair between a brother and his sister.
This is a true story as it happened and as told to me by Jeffrey to write about his fraternal, twin sister, Samantha. Only the names have been changed to protect their real identities. Other than changing their names, all that happened was as it happened.
More of an erotic love story of forbidden love than it is a pornographic story of carnal sex, this story has graphic, incestuous sex between a brother and his sister. If incestuous sex between a brother and a sister bothers you, please read another story. On the other hand, if you find incestuous sex between a brother and sister titillating, then, you're going to enjoy this story.
My fraternal twin sister, Samantha, broke up with her boyfriend when she caught him cheating on her with, of all people, her best friend, Anne. Now, in one fell swoop, a double whammy of shocked surprise, not only did my sister lose her boyfriend but also, she lost her best friend, too. The worst-case scenario of betrayal and misplaced trust, with her brokenhearted, she was so very upset.
Moreover, since the apartment's lease is in her boyfriend's name and with her best friend moving in with him, she had to find another place to live. Rents are sky high in the city and I was struggling to make the rent each month. Because we loved one another and were compatible and best friends, not thinking anything of it with us having lived together before when growing up together, I suggested that my sister move in with me.
A win/win for the both of us, hopefully, my sister would agree to live with me and share the rent and our other monthly expenses. A good idea at the time but, something that I didn't consider, other than my broken sleeper sofa that no longer opened, I only had one bed, albeit a very luxuriously inviting, king-sized bed. The short and narrow couch, even when fully closed, barely comfortable for sitting, was too uncomfortable for sleeping.
Instead of going through the added and unnecessary expense of having to buy another bed, mattress, and bedding, I wondered if my sister would agree to sleep in the same bed with me. I wondered if I promised to stay on my side of the bed if that would allow her to share my bed. I wouldn't mind sleeping in the same bed with my sister but, with us being brother and sister, she may have well-founded objections to that sort of sleeping arrangement.
Besides, I was a horny man who had a sexual past with his sister and she had blossomed into a morally, modest, young woman. It's one thing to sleep in the same bed as children but it's something else to sleep in the same bed as adults. If any of our friends knew that we were sharing my bed, no doubt, they'd figure that we were having sex, forbidden sex.
'Yet, not caring what our friends thought, with my sister, tall, blonde, beautiful, and sexy, how hot would that be to sleep in the same bed with my sister,' I thought? 'Getting way ahead of myself, I imagined the both of us going to bed drunk and horny and having incestuous sex as we once did so very long ago. Only, now, been there and done that, even if I was the last man on earth, my sister would never have sex with me.'
Since I'm a horny guy first and a compassionate brother second, I found the idea of sleeping in the same bed with my sister sexually exciting. Yet, even with her having no other option, I knew she'd never agree to sleeping in the same bed with me, her horny brother. No secret there, in the way that I looked at her and was always so very lovingly attentive to her, she knew that I've always been and still am sexually attracted to her.
Yet, in my favor, with me ready to capitalize on a bad situation, with her not having much of a choice, either she slept in my bed, found somewhere else to live, or went homeless and slept on the street. Nonetheless, whether she said yes or no, while knowing that it was wrong to think that, but all that I could think about was sleeping with my sister. All I could think about is seeing my hot sister in her sexy nightgowns, in her bra and panties, topless, and even naked. All that I could think about was having forbidden sex with my sexy sister.
'Even if she doesn't agree to live with me, I'll be masturbating over the thoughts of sleeping with my sister,' I thought. 'I'll be masturbating over the forbidden thoughts of having incestuous sex with her.'
"I'm sorry about your boyfriend being such a shit and your best friend being such a whore, Samantha," I said as my inept way of consoling my sister. "I hope they both contract the Novel Coronavirus and die," I said while not knowing what else to say and knowing that she felt the same way about them. 'I hope her pussy dries up and his cock falls off," I said.
Temporarily making her stop crying to laugh at my comment, she was sobbing uncontrollably on the phone. I knew she was having problems with her boyfriend but I didn't know that it was this bad. I needed to do something. I needed to say something. I needed to help my sister.
Other than my mother, of course, I cared more about my sister than I cared about any other woman in my life. She was everything to me. My soulmate and my best friend, no doubt, because we were fraternal twins, we were so very close.
A shame that we lived so far away, yet we always kept in contact with one another with weekly phone calls and regular e-mails. Always on the same page, and scary sometimes, somehow knowing what the other was thinking, we routinely verbalized one another's thoughts or finished the other's sentences. Now, at a loss for words, I didn't know what to say. I was helpless to do anything but to console her.
"Come live with me," I said surprising myself when I suddenly blurted what I was thinking.
Hoping to cheer her up by giving him an alternative option for housing, even if only temporary.
"Live with you," she said with a laugh? "No, I can't do that."
Now that I said it, the idea sounded good to me.
"We'd have to share my bed, of course, but I promise to stay on my side and not to grope you while you're sleeping," I said with a dirty laugh while hoping that she'd say that it was okay if I groped her. "Since I only have one bathroom, we'd have to share the bathroom, too," I said while imagining spying on my naked sister taking a shower or a bath.
'Samantha,' I imagined to saying when entering the bathroom while she showered or bathed. 'I need to pee,' I imagined saying while hoping to see my sister naked in the shower and/or in the bathtub.
'Okay. You can come in but close your eyes and don't look, and don't flush the toilet,' I imagined her saying.
Not saying yes to my invitation of us living together right away but not saying no either, she took a thoughtful pause and blew her nose. I held my breath while imagining my sister living with me. We could watch movies together while drinking wine and cuddling in bed. We could play cards and board games. With the both of us working from home, we could even get a puppy and take turns walking the dog. If my sister lived with me, no longer going on meaningless dates, suddenly my life would change for the better.
"Okay," she said with a laugh. "Actually, maybe not groping me but I wouldn't mind if you spooned me and cuddled me as we slept. After sleeping with my boyfriend for years, unaccustomed to sleeping alone, I'd have a difficult time falling asleep without that kind of loving affection and physical contact," she said. "It's comforting to feel the warm body of someone sleeping next to me."
'What did my sister just say,' I thought? 'She won't mind if I spoon her? She won't mind if I cuddle her? She has a difficult time falling asleep without that kind of loving affection and physical contact? Wait. What kind of physical contact? Does she mean that I can feel and fondle her tits, squeeze her ass, and/or finger her pussy while she fondles and strokes my cock? If I got her drunk enough would she blow me and, maybe, even make love to me?'
Already going overboard with my incestuous thoughts, I was stunned. Nothing more than s sexual fantasy, no doubt, I was imagining more than she'd willingly do. My sister may agree to sleep in the same bed with me and allow me to spoon her and cuddle her but she'd never allow me to feel and fondle her breasts, squeeze her ass, and finger her pussy. With those sexual exploration days long gone and our sexual attraction is over, that would never happen.
Nothing more than fodder to masturbate myself, my sister would never, under any circumstances, stroke my cock, suck my cock, and/or fuck my prick. What's wrong with me to even think that? How dare I think those incestuous thoughts about my sister? Yet, with her stirring up old, incestuous feelings, even if nothing came of it, I was already sexually excited about sleeping in the same bed with my sister while spooning her and cuddling her.
'It's okay to spoon her and cuddle her, I thought. 'I can't believe she said that. Are you kidding me? Next, she'll be saying that it's okay if we have sex, incestuous sex with her,' I thought.
With my mind reeling with sexually inappropriate thoughts of having incestuous sex with my sister, I imagined all sorts of forbidden, sexual scenarios.
'It's okay if you make love to me, as long as you don't kiss me, French kiss me, Jeffrey,' I imagined her saying. 'I'd be willing to masturbate you as long as you return the sexual favor and masturbate me, too. I wouldn't mind blowing you as long as you don't cum in my mouth,' I imagined her saying. 'As long as you don't cum in my pussy, you can fuck me, too.'
I was already getting an erection just thinking all of the forbidden, sexual things that I imagined her saying and all of the forbidden, sexual things that I imagined her doing. Having not even gone to bed yet and slept together, setting myself up for disappointment, I was already sexually excited about having sex with my sister. I wondered if she was as sexually aroused by the prospect of having sex with as I was sexually excited.
'Stop it! I need to stop thinking incestuous thoughts about my sister,' I rebuked myself. 'It's never going to happen. Samantha is not an incestuous whore in the way that I'm a sexual pervert.'
Now, with my mind reeling with the thought of sleeping with my sister, settling for that, I imagined spooning her. I imagined cuddling
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