Sleepwalker - Sex Stories

Sleepwalker

... asleep. Every other girl I’d ever screwed was wide awake and willing by this stage of the game. Not Tara, she seemed oblivious that she was clutching her own brother. I stretched my arm over her back, cupped a butt cheek and pressed her closer to me, she bumped her groin on my leg which encouraged me to pull her skirt up and start playing with her ass. I curved my hand over her butt so that my fingers were playing between her legs. The junction of her thighs was hot to my touch and she shuddered when I slid my fingers over the fabric of the panties, pressing on the lips of her slit. Tara pulled her hand off me and got off the bed. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her underwear then got to her knees on the bed beside me. She went to my pants and began to open the fly. In moments she had freed my cock which had grown to XXX-Rated. I lifted my butt to let her pull my pants down to my knees then she threw a leg over my lap, centered her body and eased down until the end of my cock was lodged in her opening. I pushed up into Tara while she began to thrust her hips. I couldn’t see what we were doing because her skirt covered me but I could feel it. She was hot, wet and needy. My sister started fucking me, rolling her ass, riding my hard-on like she was on a horse. I was really starting to get into the fresh piece rocking on me when she threw back her head, gasped deeply for air then howled softly in orgasmic release. She shuddered and shook her head which caused her ...

... long blond hair to fly in all directions then stopped moving, her head hung low, eyes closed, chin resting on her chest. My sister sat immobile on me for a few seconds then got off and walked away, leaving me flat on my back, with pants around my knees and an aching bladder; my balls pulsed with the pressure of dammed up semen. She didn’t look back, she never said a word; in seconds the only evidence that Tara had been there were her satin panties lying on the floor next to the bed. I had enough sense to shove her lingerie’ under the bed before dad came back. The next morning we all met for breakfast in the hotel dining room. I was sucking down coffee when my sister and mother came in. Tara looked at me as if she were trying to work out a puzzle, as if something mystified her. She didn’t say anything; she just looked at me oddly. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking so I said nothing except “good morning”. The breakfast chatter was about the trip home, we were flying back that day so we packed, checked out and left for the three hour flight. My sister and I had seats together; our parents sat four rows behind us. It wasn’t until the plane was several minutes off the ground that I got enough courage to ask Tara about the day before. “Hey, what happened yesterday, why did you do that?” She lifted her eyes from the iPod she was playing with “Do what?” “You know --- That.” Question marks grew in her wary eyes “What!?” “Damn it Tara, you left me with a big fucking hard-on, at least ...