Chapter 1

Sleepwalking is something that people do. They are asleep, supposedly, when they get out of bed, out of a chair, or anywhere else that they have fallen asleep. They may just go to the bathroom and back to bed. They may ... Some people have been found miles from their homes, still asleep. I had a co-worker pick me up for work one morning. We talked and laughed all the way to work. Two hours later, he asked me how he got there. Weird.

I bring this up because my sister, Kara, is a sleepwalker. She confines her walking to the inside of the house, though. When she was really little, she would wake up in our parents’ bed and not remember how she got there. As she grew up, they would find her in a lot of different places, all over the house. Once, Dad finally found her behind the dryer in the basement.

There must have been something about going through puberty that stopped it. Suddenly, she stopped. Mom kept a close eye on her for a while, still, but after a bit, she was relieved that it was finally over. That is, until about eight months ago. Nobody else knew about it because nobody else was affected by it. I knew, because it involved me.

I have a full-size bed. I grew up on a twin-size bed. That one was soft, and it must have been older than I was. After getting a few paychecks under my belt, I went out and bought my own. It is as hard as you can get them, and it is the most comfortable bed I have ever slept on. I could finally get a good night’s sleep, I thought.

I’d had the new bed for about three weeks. I was getting a really good night’s sleep then, and I would wake up refreshed and ready for my day. I knew then that if I was ever tired, it had to have been from something else.

In the mornings, after that, I would wake up, kick the covers off, then stretch my whole body. I was doing that every morning, as a sort of routine. I did that one morning, and got a surprise. The first thing I realized was that the covers didn’t move like they usually did. I looked over and saw my second surprise. Kara was under those covers, with them tucked under her chin with both hands. She was just waking up too.

“What the hell?” she said. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“Uh, sis? You’re in my bed. Look around.” She did.

“Oh, shit.”

She pulled the sheet up around her as she sat up. Thankfully, she didn’t take the blanket with her. You see, I don’t wear anything to bed. I never had to. Nobody ... not even Kara when she was sleepwalking ... came into my room.

“You must be sleepwalking again, sis.”

“Don’t be stupid, Mike. I haven’t done that in a couple of years.”

“How do you explain this then?”

“I ... I don’t know. I have to get out of here.”

“OK. What’s stopping you?”

“It seems that ... I don’t have anything on. I know I had my nightgown on when I went to bed last night. I don’t remember even taking that off.”

“Well, that’s just great. I never wear anything to bed. It looks as if we have a stalemate here, sis.”

“Just turn over and cover up with your blanket. I’ll bring your sheet back later.” I turned over and she left.

It was a few mornings later that it happened again. This time, I woke up and started to kick the covers off. They weren’t there, but Kara was. She lay there in all her glory, and so did I. I tapped her on the shoulder.

“Kara? You’re in my bed again.”

“I don’t want to open my eyes,” she said. “Tell me I’m covered up.”

“I can’t do that because WE’RE not.”

“WE? You mean that we’re both naked?”

“As a jaybird. The covers are on the floor at the foot of the bed.”

“And you’re looking at me, right?”

“It’s kind of hard not to. I’ll turn over so you can get up and grab my sheet.” I did.

The strange thing was, I never woke up or even knew when she came into my room and got into my bed. I figured that I would have at least known when the covers were pulled off me. Weird.

Sure enough, a couple of days passed, and it happened again. This time, however, my right leg was against her ass. I didn’t see any reason to move it at first. I turned over and let her leave.

There was about a week and a half that I woke up alone. It happened again. This time, my leg was over her, and my right arm was too. The base of my thumb was nudging her nipple. Each time, now, the covers were kicked to the floor.

It was the next time that was the real kicker. I woke up and didn’t move. I had to assess the situation first. My right arm was over her, and my hand was cupping her tit. My right leg was over her left leg, and her right leg was over mine. My dick was in the crack of her ass ... and getting hard.