Was She Sleepwalking?
Copyright© 2024 by John D. Rodburn
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - He wakes up and his sister was back to her old habit of sleepwalking.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Pregnancy
This had been going on for almost a month now. Each time, it was getting more interesting. It was getting more serious too.
I woke one morning and we were in the spooning position, with one exception. Her leg was thrown over mine, and my hand was on her mound. Naturally, I didn’t move, especially since my dick was right up against her pussy again.
“You started without me,” she said. “Is this part of the hunting you told me about?”
“No. We were just like this when I woke up.”
“Are you going to leave me high and dry, to do it myself again?”
“I don’t have to.”
My finger pressed between her lips as I applied some pressure. She gasped as it hit her clit. My other hand was right at her ass, so I gripped a cheek.
“That’s good for starters.”
I started moving my finger up and down across her clit. Meanwhile, she was moving her hips a little. That was causing my dick to harden even more than it already was. I started bumping it with my hand. She managed to twist her upper body around enough for me to be able to flick her nipple with my tongue. That seemed to get her really going. I put a tighter grip on her cheek, and she gasped again.
She turned back around and pushed back into me as much as she could. I was now moving my hips too. It was all going so smoothly, until ... I drew back just as she pushed forward on my hand. She came back, just as I went forward. The problem was that my dick didn’t stay where it was supposed to. It went into her as far as it would go. That’s when we both climaxed. That all happened in just a split second.
“Size six, right?”
“Yes. And your bed is better than mine.”
“I didn’t mean to...”
“I know. I guess we both knew it would happen.”
“Yeah. It beats hoping it would for the rest of my life. I’ll have to show you the hunt one of these nights.”
“We have a lot of them coming now. Take your time ... but not too much time.”
I started to pull out, but stopped. I slid back into her and stopped.
“He doesn’t want to come out yet.”
“Then let him cum in.”
Seeing that Mom and Dad never open our doors, we figured that we were safe until they went to work. We just cuddled and talked softly. As soon as we heard their car leave, though, I went right to the phone and called off work. We spent the whole day making love.
“I have to wash our sheets before that blood from this morning sets in,” she said sometime in the afternoon.
“Just throw them out. I’ll buy new ones.”
“You know,” she said. “I guess I should have told you that I’m not taking anything. We just got so caught up in what we were doing, I forgot to mention it.”
“I know,” I said. “You and Mom keep all of your meds in the bathroom. That’s where her pills are. If you had any, that’s where they would be. Like her, you would take them right after brushing your teeth in the morning.”
“You know our routines?”
“Some. I also know that you sometimes masturbate in the tub, while you’re taking a bath. My room is right next to the bathroom, and the wall there is paper-thin.”
“Is there no privacy in this house? I suppose you slapped that thing around while you had your ear to the wall.”
“That is a pretty awkward position, but yes.”
“Well, mister. You won’t have to strain your neck, or flatten your ear, anymore. You can come in there any time, and watch me.”
“I’ll do that, right after Mom and Dad kill me.”
“They’ll have to find out first. Starting tonight, I’m sleeping in your room, which is now our room. They won’t find out because you don’t normally get up until after they leave for work.”
“Now, I have a pretty good reason to get up early.” I walked up to her and put my arms around her. “Something has happened between us lately. I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“You did a good job with at least one finger this morning,” she said. “I think what you’re thinking of is the word ... love.”
“That could be,” I said. “It could just be the sex, though.”