Sleepwalker - Sex Stories

Sleepwalker

... been a long term thing. Besides, the way you look right now I'd much rather be here, you look volcanic, what’s the occasion?” “This is what I was wearing when I called you, no occasion, just a visit with m- --eam --y.” “Your what, you mumbled?” She avoided my eyes, “Never mind, have any beer?” She sat on the arm of my sofa facing me, legs splayed to either side of her roost. I tried not to stare at her crotch but my eyes were magnetized to the form of her body lips under the tight fabric. The way she sat there, so nonchalantly, it was as if she were inviting me to ogle her body. I managed to fluster “So what did you want to tell me? Have you figured out what's going on in your head yet?” Tara flushed from cheeks to neck “I think so, but I don't know what I should do. I mean I know what my mind does, what I think, but I don't know if I can tell anybody, even you. It scares me to think this could ruin my life or screw up us up so much you wouldn't want me around anymore but keeping this bottled up will make my head bust. I don't want to go flippy but I don't want anybody else to flip out either. I think I need help, maybe I should tell my shrink.” “So what the fuck do you think is wrong with you? Something physical or is something playing with your head?” She fidgeted, looked at me carefully “Not something; somebody is playing with my head. It's hormonal, you know, my hormones take over, I have sexy thoughts and I can't make them go away. I can have sex or play with myself ...

... until I climax but the thoughts never go away. They fade out for a while but then the cycle starts again whenever we have one of those family gatherings. “I've thought about this a lot, I studied your charts and I know what is going on, I just don't know what to do about it. I'm fucked up in the head and I don't know how to unfuck it all.” “So what gets you going Tara? If you know, you should be able to stop it or deal with it.” My sister stood up facing me, her breasts rose sharply as she took a deep breath then fell slowly as she sighed. “It's you. You set me off.” She spun and fled to the kitchen for another beer. I followed her. Me!? I triggered her sleepwalking? How? What did she mean? Those questions crashed into my mind as I watched her bend over to get a beer from the fridge. The fabric of her shorts stretched even tighter as she bent, giving me a fine show of her butt and legs. She straightened up and handed me a bottle then brushed aside to sit at the breakfast table. “What do you mean I set you off? That sounds pretty sexual. You mean that my being around you at the family gatherings makes you sleepwalk?” She looked up at me, “Sit down Todd and listen. Please don't say anything until I stop talking. If you interrupt me I'll walk out. Tell me you won't say a word unless I ask you a question.” “What's all the fucking mystery?” “Goddamnit, don't be a prick, just listen!” I sat back, surprised at the anger in her voice. “Okay! Okay, I'll sit here like a dummy. So what's up ...