Sleepwalker - Sex Stories

Sleepwalker

... more about your tic.” I sat back and thought about my sister while I watched her tip her glass to her lips. My cock twitched with the memory of her body and I wondered if she looked as good naked as she felt that night. Tara is 5’7, pretty and built like a Bunny. Her bright yellow hair falls over her shoulders in long layer cut tresses. Her eyes were those of a deep ocean; clear, blue, fathomless and brimming with life. Long lashes accent her eyes over a straight narrow nose that points toward full, naturally red lips, she didn’t need lip gloss but the shade of red she wore just then looked volatile. She was wearing a blouse cut in a deep V giving me a pleasant view of the treasures spilling from her bra. When she got up to leave she put her arms around my waist, laid her head on my shoulder. She was leaning against me lightly; I could feel the tips of her bra pressuring my chest. “Thank you for listening to me and trying to understand this” she said quietly. I lifted her chin to look down at her, “I meant what I said, I’d like to help you understand this, whatever ‘this’ is.” She smiled a genuine happy smile and kissed me, her soft lips barely grazing mine. “Let me think about it” then she left. Two days later she brought me the journal she had been keeping. I promised her I would try to pin down a pattern or something that would trigger her sleepwalks. She told me that some of the things she wrote were very private but I could read them because it might help her. I asked ...

... her what private things I would see. “You know,” she answered shyly, “things like masturbating and men stuff.” “Are you telling me you started having sex before the sleepwalking started?” “No, not sex, that was a long time after but the masturbation started before.” She was crimson as she spit out her confession. I had to stifle my reaction to the stricken look on her face. I worked out a grid of dates for when Tara wrote about her night walking. I listed what she did, what she had done the day before the incident, she even put down what she ate so I used that too. I didn't have a start date for all this because she didn't start a diary until a long time after it all began. I made a note to ask her when she thought she did her first sleepwalk. Maybe something traumatic happened to set off the spells. I worked on my analysis for more than a week and when I thought I had enough information I called Tara to come look at it. She came over on Saturday afternoon and we settled down with my spreadsheet and notes. Before we hit the books, I offered her a shot of tequila with a beer chaser. We took the shot then went to my notes. We sat on the sofa side by side and looked at the computer screen, my sister started “Did you get all that figured out already?” “Yeah, look here.” I brought up my presentation which showed a row of dates and several columns of information such as what she ate, what she did before, during and after her night adventures. The last entry was “Fucked my brother? ...