My Lovely s****r Monica - Sex Stories

My Lovely s****r Monica

... done that on the road, as it did a great job of waking me up! Not only did I enjoy watching those jugs bounce and sway, but with the sheer white shirt that she was wearing I also got a great view of her huge areolas. I jumped under the covers and turned sideways to try to hide my erection. My s****r was utterly casual about her appearance, but a little puzzled by what I'd just done. I explained that I was just very tired. "Well" she said, "you won't sl**p well with all your clothes on." In acknowledge- ment I stripped down to my underwear while still under the covers. Then I pretended to fall asl**p immediate- ly. Monica climbed into the other side of the bed and shut off the lights. I felt like I was never going to get to sl**p. I lay there on my side, my cock feeling like it was about to explode, and tried desperately to forget that my half- naked s****r was lying next to me. I guess exhaustion finally overtook me, but it took a while. I didn't get much sl**p either. When I woke up I could see that it was just dawn. I was sl**ping in the peculiar way that I often do, lying on my back but with my head stuck between two pillows. I tried get- ting back to sl**p. Then I noticed something. As it was the covers were half off me. Nothing unusual, since I'm a restless sl**per. But I could swear that I felt them pulled down a little more. Must be my imagination I thought. Then it happened again. I peered out from between the pillows, still pretending to be asl**p. It was true - ...

... Monica had reached over and pulled down the covers a little more. Only then did I notice that I had a stiff cock that was holding up the covers like a tent pole. I waited, lying still. A moment later she did it again. Then the big one. Slowly, gingerly, she lifted the covers up and over my cock. I could swear she gasped, and muttered something under her breath. I wanted to see how far this would go. I looked over and sure enough Monica was staring wide-eyed in the direction of my cock. Slowly she reached down and undid a few more buttons on her shirt. I couldn't see everything but did have a tantalizing view of her cleavage. She reached into her shirt and started playing with her nipples, fondling and tweaking them while still staring at my erection. Then, keeping one hand on a nipple, she slid the other into her panties! Add to the show, I figured, and I started to gently buck my hips like I was having a wet dream. She reacted magnificently, and started gently moaning while rubbing her clit harder. There is of course only so much that a guy can take. Take her now or never, I thought. Without any warning I sat up, turned toward her, and asked how she liked it. Surprise would be an inadequate description of her reaction. She had no idea what to say, but just stared at me in embarrassment. "Don't worry s*s, I don't mind you checking me out as long as I can check you out." With that I reached down and pulled her shirt wide open. I'd always known that those things were big, but I ...