Sleepwalker - Sex Stories

Sleepwalker

... morning. Why? Did you pull out?” “No, damn it, you took what you wanted then ran off as soon as you got it, I didn't have a chance to get mine.” Tara sat back in her seat, closed her eyes but not before I saw them water up. She started to sniffle, holding back tears as she slowly shook her head in denial. I could see that she wasn’t angry at me, but I was still a little miffed at her behavior and truly puzzled why she said she didn’t remember. She wasn’t drunk, she didn’t act drugged and she wasn’t repulsed by fucking her brother, at least not when she was doing it. I grabbed a book and tried to read. Nothing more was said until almost two weeks later. Tara still lived with our parents but I had my own bachelor pad across town. It was small, poorly furnished, the bathroom faucets leaked and I had to struggle every month to pay the rent but I lived alone and liked it that way. I was getting ready for a date when the doorbell rang. I peeped through the spy hole and saw Tara bouncing nervously in front of the door. We hadn’t seen each other since we got off the plane so it was a surprise to see her there, especially on a Friday night. I opened the door and let her in silently. She dropped her coat over the arm of my sofa then looked up at me “I have somnambulism.” “What? You have what? “Somnambulism. I'm a sleepwalker. I’ve been doing it for years. Mom and dad know about it but we never told you.” “What is it? A sleepwalker, are you like some kind of zombie or something? Are ...

... you okay, I mean is this gonna kill you?” I got a weak smile from my sister “No I won’t die from it but I might die from embarrassment some day because of it. What I did in Tampa is probably the most awful thing I’ve done.” I still didn’t understand “You mean to tell me you have some kind of disease that makes you forget you do things?” Tara stood to face me “It’s not a disease, at least the doctors tell us that; what happens to sleepwalkers is that they do things in their sleep and don’t remember what they did. Some people clean house, some drive cars, some just sit in front of a TV for a while. Usually I just fuss with my hair but I never remember doing it.” She walked to my front room “For years I couldn’t figure out why I would wake up in the mornings and my hair would be in curlers or done up with ribbons and stuff. I finally told mom about it and she took me to a doctor. He pointed me towards a psychologist and she figured out I am a sleepwalker. I don’t doubt I that I had sex with you in Tampa, I just don’t remember it and I would have never known if my panties weren’t missing and you didn’t say anything. “Jesus Tara, that’s fucked. How come you never told me?” “I asked mom and dad not to say anything, I’m kind of embarrassed about it all,” her cheeks started to glow, “but now especially after what I did with you.” I took her hand in mine and looked directly into her deep blue eyes, “You don’t have to be embarrassed, I’m not going to say anything to anybody, not about us ...