She was beginning to relax, to overcome the fright of the demonic nightmare. The night air chilled her so she cautiously eased under the blanket, being careful not to lie too close to him. She felt warm and safe, having her brother close lulled her to sleep.
She woke up terrified, in a cold sweat, her heart racing, eyes searching in the dark for the unknown evil stalking her. She quailed under her blanket and pulled a pillow across her chest for protection as she began to wake up. It took her many long seconds to realize she was in her room, in her bed. She rolled to her side and switched on the bedside lamp, then with frightened eyes searched the room. She took little comfort in the familiar surroundings, there were shadows where it could be lurking, hunting her. Gradually her breath slowed, heart calmed, but she had to pee. The terror of the nightmare almost made her piss in her bed. She scuttled from the bed to the bathroom still wary, still watching for the faceless dark hulk that had chased her through the night.
She pulled her loose flannel pajama pants to her knees and then sat on the stool. As she flowed into the toilet the bathroom door opened and her brother stumbled in, his eyes fogged with sleep. She yelped sharply as a shock of fright raced through her but when she recognized him she shuddered with relief. Even though she was sitting on the toilet, his presence was reassuring, she wasn’t alone with the demon anymore. His eyes opened fully when he saw her, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be up now.”
He turned to leave but she stopped him, “No, don’t go, it’s okay, I’m glad you're here.” She pulled four sheets of tissue from the roll then reached between her legs and patted herself dry. After she dropped the wad into the water and showing no thought for modesty, she stood and pulled her pants up while her brother tried not to watch. She stepped to the sink to wash her hands and told him, “I had a nightmare; it was so scary I thought I was going to die.”
He moved closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder, “What happened? Are you okay?”
His touch was reassuring and calming, she grabbed a towel to dry her hands, “I don’t want to talk about it, don’t you have to pee?”
“Well yeah, but you’re here.”
“I’m not leaving, I don’t want to go back to my room, that thing might still be under my bed or something. Go on, I won’t freak.” He stepped to the stool, raised the lid then fished his prick out of his boxers. She’d never seen a boy pee so, despite the situation and who he was, she watched with peripheral vision as his strong stream caused the water to bubble. She noted that his limp prick was much longer than her boyfriend’s.
She was leaning back on the counter, blocking the sink so after he tucked his cock away, he reached around her to rinse his hands. With arms stretched around her, he joked, “Don’t move, I might splash water on your butt.” She snuffled lightly and poked him in the ribs which made him jump then she moved her knees apart so he could step in close enough to reach the faucet behind her. Standing between her legs with his arms around her he rinsed. Hands clean, he stepped back and dried them then started to leave, but she grabbed his arm and stopped him, “Don’t go, I don’t want to be alone right now.”
The two had been in the bathroom for two or three minutes and she seemed more tranquil, but he could see a hint of fear still lingering in her eyes. He reached for his sister and pulled her to him to assure her she didn’t have to be afraid anymore. She put her arms around his waist, her head on his shoulder, and sighed deeply. His arms around her were comforting, the press of her breasts against his broad chest soothing, she was safe. She felt the vibrations of his voice when he said, “It’s only 3:30, I’m going back to bed.”
She shivered with another bout of dread, she was not ready to return to her room, the nightmare was too fresh, “Can I come with you? To your room?”
“I guess but I’m not gonna talk or anything, I’m going back to sleep.”
Her lips curved up as a minimal smile, “That’s okay, I just need to be near someone right now. I won’t keep you awake.”
She led the way to his bed, a standard double with enough room for both so she lay down on the far side, on the pillow that wasn’t dented. He rolled away from her and then pulled the blanket over himself, mumbling good night. She was beginning to relax, to overcome the fright of the demonic nightmare. The night air chilled her so she cautiously eased under the blanket, being careful not to lie too close to him. She felt warm and safe, having her brother close lulled her to sleep.
Even though she slept securely a slight movement of the bed jerked her eyes open and her heart slammed into her ribs. For a panicked moment, she forgot where she was, but quickly remembered and regained her composure. The bed jostled again. She twisted her head around to look at her brother and saw a tent over his crotch, the tent was moving. She flipped to her side facing him and called out quietly, “What the hell, you’re hard? You're playing with it?”
His head snapped to face her, he blossomed red in the cheeks, he couldn't deny what he was doing. His hands quickly moved from under the blanket, “Uh, uh ---” he couldn’t look her in the eyes.
She studied his embarrassment for a moment then asked, “Is that because of me?”
Her brother shook his head, denying her, hoping she would turn away but she watched him, “Maybe you should go back to your room,” he offered.
She was shocked that she wasn’t as shocked as she thought she should be and became amused at his discomfort; she thought it over briefly, “No, it’s still dark.”
He took a deep breath then rolled to his side, hiding his arousal from her sight, but feeling impish, she wouldn’t leave him alone, “If you need to do that you can, I won’t tell your friends.”
He twisted his head back to look at her again and urged gruffly, “Go back to your room, it’s okay.”
She ignored his terse command, “It’s not okay. I know boys start hurting when they get hard and don’t do anything, you don’t have to hurt because I’m here. You can do it; I’ll just be still and pretend I don’t see anything.” She said it, but she was getting curious, how do boys jack off? He boyfriend hadn’t shown her and if her brother did it while she lay in his bed, she was going to watch. She put a hand on his shoulder then slowly pulled him to his back, his erection stood tall under the blanket. He put his right hand under the cover and gripped his hard-on. The pressure of his fingers felt good but he was still reluctant to put on a show for his sister.
He stroked it once, twice, then withdrew from his prick again, “I can’t.”
She was getting bolder and less timid with her brother who had an erection while she lay next to him on the bed, “Yes you can, show me how it’s done,” she urged with a breath of intimacy.
He shook his head no, but then as he looked into her eyes an idea popped into his mind, “Maybe, but you gotta do it too.”
“What?”
“If I whack off, you have to show me how girls do it. We do it together.”
She drew her head back, her playfulness receding, “You want me to play with myself while you watch?”
“What the fuck did you just ask me? Come on if I do it for you, you do it for me.”
She paused as her trepidation transformed into a slow welling of intimate curiosity; shyness yielded to playfulness. With careful deliberation, she put her hand on his stomach just inches from his stiffness, and asked, “Should we take our pants off? That way we can see.” Her fingers trailed down the blanket until they rested near the base of his hard cock.
Any reticence he was feeling vanished and his cock stretched further, “Yeah, we should do that.” His sister kicked down the blanket so both were uncovered, then sat up next to him then pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it over his face. He caught her body scent on the shirt while she fell to her back and pulled her shorts from raised legs, she wasn’t wearing panties. Awed by what she had done he mentioned, “You said pants, not all.”
She smiled, “Then give me my shirt back.”
“No, it’s okay.” He quickly shed his night clothes. In seconds the two were nude then sister and brother lay face to face on his bed, both burning red with bashfulness, both watching the other cautiously. When the awkwardness of the moment passed, it was she who first rose on an elbow and then began to examine her sibling from head to feet as he lay quiet. His erection was the main attraction for the young girl, she had only seen one before so she silently compared her brother to her boyfriend. Very slowly she lifted her hand then touched the tip of his hard cock then let her finger drift down the length of it. She fell back to the bed then spread her legs and invited, “You can look at me.”
He sat up next to his sister and devoured her with his eyes. His girlfriend was sexy but the girl on his bed stirred his nuts like none other before. As she put her right hand on her stomach and slid the tip of the long finger down the slit between her legs. He grabbed his erection then brother and sister began to entertain themselves before the eyes of the other.
Her body was warming fast. She began to seep wetness much sooner than when she was alone. Surprised at how quickly she was turning herself on, she dipped two fingers between the thick soft lips of her sex and penetrated. Her brother was tugging on his erection while he watched his sister finger herself. When he could sit no longer, he fell to lie beside her, their legs were rubbing. The feeling of his skin on hers sent tendrils of fire up her thigh where they met the growing flames in her stomach. She was getting turned on like never before. He turned to his side facing his sister, watching her probe herself while the end of his cock lightly brushed against her hip, she didn’t avoid the contact. He and she masturbated for several minutes, silently watching, enjoying what the other was doing. With her eyes on him, he pulled on his erection, caressed his balls, pinched the head, and squeezed the shaft while she probed between the puffy lips of her body and caressed her clit.
When she wet her fingers in her mouth to massage her clit he damn near ripped his erection from its roots. Her left-hand fingers slipped between her legs while the right hand worked the button at the top of her split. It was when she moved a hand to palm her breast and pinch her nipple that her self-induced passion crested. She bowed and flexed on the bed; her lips compressed in silence as she climaxed. Her brother was in sync with her and began blowing ropes of cum over his hand and her legs.
As they relaxed on the downside of their orgasms, she dabbed a puddle of semen from her thigh then grinned directly into his eyes as she boldly smeared it on her right tit. His cock jerked with an aftershock of lust. He used the blanket to wipe his stomach and her leg clean then hid his still-hard member from her view. She felt relaxed, no longer modest of her nudity or frightened of the nightmare, “Can you sleep now?”
He grinned, “Don’t know, I’m still turned on.”
“Really? Are you going to do it again? Can you do it two times so fast?”
He hesitated only slightly, “Maybe if you do it for me.”
“You want me to hold it? I don’t think so, I’m not your girlfriend.”
He echoed her earlier statement, “I won’t tell your friends.”
She thought in silence, what he asked sent a hot sensual message from her clit to her fingers and it took her only a moment to decide; Yes, she could do it for him, she would stroke him. Her heart started thudding as her courage built. She eased to her side; again, they were face to face. Her fingers closed around the shaft of his erection then she stroked the length of it. The blanket was in the way, she couldn’t feel him right so after three tentative tugs she pulled the cover down to expose him properly. The erection stood firm, curved slightly over his pubic hair, his nuts snugged tight against the base of it. There was a residue of cum clinging to the head. Her brother was bigger, longer, and thicker than her boyfriend Rex. She looked into his eyes when she gripped him in her fist, they fluttered shut and he sighed.
The edge of her hand rested on his balls so the top half of his hard-on was standing free. She sat up next to him and then put her second hand on the shaft. He was long enough that both her hands couldn’t hold it all, the swollen purple knob at the top was still exposed. He lay very still while his sister pumped his erection, refilling it with lust and cum. She began to tingle between her legs and her heart rate increased. She watched intently at how the Cyclops eye in the head of his cock played peek-a-boo with her as the foreskin pulled up and down with her strokes. She felt in her fingertips the pulse of blood surging through him, his balls were moving in sync with the movement of her hands. She lifted her left hand off but continued to pull on him with her right. She looked into her brother’s eyes and saw how her ministrations were causing him to become more aroused. A sharp jolt of sexual electricity arced from him to her and she shivered from neck to thighs. She reached for his near arm then by the wrist pulled his hand until it lay on her thigh. His fingers twitched, her leg grew warm, and she squeezed his erection. He slid his hand up until he pressed on her vagina. Brother and sister caressed and fondled each other for a few minutes, his pressure was building, she sensed the end was near but wasn’t ready to stop the play. She pulled her hand away and then fell back to her side facing him, he looked disappointed as she smiled wickedly, “You can finish it now.”
He sat upright next to her, “No, let’s finish each other.” He lay down again on his side facing her then put a hand between her legs, the edge of it pressed on the junction of her thighs. He caressed her, moving his hand up and down the length of her slit. As he did the temperature between her legs grew in proportion to the number of caresses, he took her near hand and pulled it to his erection again. In moments brother and sister were again fondling each other intimately. The lips of her body were warm, soft, and growing wetter with increasing desire. When she rubbed a thumb over the head of his hard-on, he split her body with his long finger and probed for the entrance of her womb. She bent her leg at the knee, opening her thighs, allowing him more freedom to move his hand. He bent his finger into her; she gasped and jerked on his bone, abusing it pleasingly. He fingered her, she stroked him, and together they forgot that they were kin.
Pressure was building, she was beginning to pant through partially open lips, she could feel her blood racing; she was rapidly succumbing to her brother. She was close to climax when he abruptly pulled away. In an instant he was between her legs pushing them wide then fell to his stomach between them, his head over her groin. He looked over her stomach into her eyes then flickered the end of his tongue on the top of her crack. She arched her back, an unbidden instinctive move to press her body against her brother’s mouth. He licked her, kissed her, and then started in earnest to arouse her even further with his lips and tongue. She held a deep breath then as her body shuddered, she pulled a pillow over her head to muffle her soft cries of pleasure. As he consumed his sister, he was humping his back, rubbing his erection on the bed while feasting on the passion flowing through her body. When he sensed she was close to peak, he probed her with two fingers, they slid easily into the wet dilated hole. He hand fucked her as his tongue sought her clit, then with total concentration on the female under his mouth, he caused her to climax.
She arched off the bed raising her hips, crushing his head to her body with both hands. The pillow muffled her as each shock of the orgasm caused her to moan. He lifted his head from his sister and watched as she convulsed. She became quiet but her hips were rocking, her back undulating, and when he moved the pillow, her eyes were alive with an invitation to more intimacy. He raised enough to put the end of his swollen erection between her legs then while she was in the fading throes of her orgasm, he pushed into her with primal savagery. At the feel of the sexual invasion, she again moaned and shook with another series of erotic cramps. She was flowing orgasmic juices around his hard-pounding shaft, there was no friction, no resistance, making the act even more erotic. She peaked yet again.
He fucked his sister for only a few minutes, the foreplay had prepared his balls for the end. His erection seized; his nuts convulsed and then at the last possible moment, he had to focus on pulling out before he came. Surges of semen sprayed over her body five times. The first shot splashed on the same breast she had daubed earlier with his cum. The following gushes covered her stomach and filled her navel. He bowed his back for one more thrust into the hot writhing female then pulled away to put the last squirt in her pubic hair. He collapsed down on her, his head resting on her pubic mound. He kissed the top of her crack as she rested her hands on his head. The pair remained in that position as their ardor slowly faded.
She watched him get off the bed and pick up his shirt. When he started wiping his discharge off her stomach she blushed with shyness. The heat of the moment was over, she had sex with her brother which caused her to feel timid. He fucked her, she fucked him, but what would he think of her, what should she say to alleviate the uncertainty she felt? When he put the shirt on the lips of her vagina to wipe her clean, she shivered once more, an aftershock quiver rippled her thighs. That final shudder caused the encounter with him to transform from one of insecurity to a moment of bliss; the episode reformed from one of weakness or depravity to one of opportunity and gratification. She relaxed in absolute satisfaction and let him attend her.
It was growing light with the new day, she needed to return to her room before their parents woke. When she stood from the bed, he stood with her, they locked together with arms around the other, their nakedness bonded from thighs to breasts. As they held one another she realized she felt no more terror, the bad night was over and she could return to her room without angst. She pulled her head back and kissed him on the cheek then let him go. No excuses or apologies were given, and none were needed. The two separated silently, the tryst was over; brother and sister parted ways.