Repost : Heavy Slepper - Sex Stories

Repost : Heavy Slepper

Before I get into my story, let me tell you a little about myself. I am 16 and in high school . I am just an average guy. I am 6'1" and weigh 175 lbs. stripped. I am no jock nor am I a brain. Just an average guy, like so many other guys. I am not any better looking than most but not unattractive either. Much to my own amazement there are a couple of girls in school who think I am special. Not the girls I wish, but beggars can't be choosers. I live with my mother, a divorcee and my little s****r. We have a nice house on the edge of a small town. My mom and I get along very well when we get the chance. She has to work and so we do not see as much of her as we would like. My s****r Lynn is a 13-year-old angel. A beauty to behold but an imp to deal with. We are very close but have our moments of mischief as any b*****r and s****r do. The following story will demonstrate that, I am sure. It happened on a warm summer afternoon. It was Saturday so I was home alone. At least I thought I was. Mom had to work and Lynn was supposed to be over at her best friend Kathy's house. I had been stretched out on the couch in the f****y room wearing just a pair of Bermuda shorts reading the paper. As will happen under those conditions I began to doze. I had found the newspaper on my face a couple of times already but I was resisting sl**p. Finally I had reached that in between stage. I was not yet asl**p but the paper was covering my face. I was floating at the entrance to dreamland but could ...

... still hear things, like that damn meadowlark outside the window that woke me up every morning. As I lay there almost but not quite sl**ping I heard a sound that got my attention. It sounded like a whisper but I was supposed to be alone. I lay still and listened. There it was again; and this time I could hear better. "Is he sl**ping?" It sounded like Kathy. What was she doing here? "I think so but I better make sure." This was definitely my little s****r. What were these two little sneaks up to? I decided to fake sl**p and see. Now I heard Lynn say in a louder voice, "Sky, are you awake?" but I did not answer. "He's asl**p." "But what if he wakes up?" "He wouldn't wake up if a freight train went through the room. He's a very heavy sl**per." This was true. But what she didn't know was that I was awake and waiting to see what they were going to do. I heard Kathy say, "I'm scared". "Well, you were the one who said she wanted to do this," said Lynn. "If you are chicken we will just leave and you will never know what it's like." This was getting interesting. I kept still and tried to keep my breathing even. At least they couldn't see my smile under the paper. I heard them moving closer as Kathy said. "I am not chicken. But we could get into a lot of trouble if he wakes up." "I told you he will not wake up. He never has before and I am sure he will not now." Well, what ever they were going to do, Lynn had done before while I slept. This was weird. I did not know of anything she could ...