Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Sleepwalking by nikki_2021 Sleepwalking Ch. 01: My Brother's Bed Nikki sleepwalks into her brother's bed. What will he do? Ok Diary, this is the zinger. I've thought long and hard about whether to record this or not, but I have to. It's eating at my mind too much. As you well know, I've always been a sleepwalker. It's a running joke for the rest of the family, but at times, it's been terrifying. Suddenly waking up to find you are sitting on the couch in front of the television at 2am isn't overly scary even if it is unnerving. But waking up sitting in the car with the keys in the ignition, staring at the garage door is a fucking nightmare. I know because it happened. What if I'd tried to drive? I know I wrote about that one. It was that incident that prompted me to move back to my parents house at the age of 26. I'd been out on my own for some time, but that episode completely un-nerved me. It was enough that I asked Mum and Dad if I could come back and stay with them while I sought professional help, just so that there was someone to keep an eye on me and hopefully prevent me from doing something dangerous. They were happy to have me of course, Mum in particular looked forward to having another woman in the house having been abandoned to just Dad and my younger brother (I can't believe he's turned 18 and is in his final year of school!) Of course the instant that I moved out of home he claimed my bedroom as it was larger and had better light than his. I couldn't exactly demand it back, so I settled in his old room and only occasionally gave him shit about the fact that he was in my room. The first month was fine. I didn't sleep walk at all and my therapist thought that we were on a good track and might have even cracked it. She did warn me that it was possible that it was just the familiar environment of home that might have stopped it. No problem with that other than not wanting to live with the 'rents for the rest of my life! The second month put test to that assessment when I started sleep walking again. Nothing serious, just finding myself standing in front of the fridge as if looking for a late night snack or waking up in front of the television as I had before, without memory of how I had got there. One time Dad found me taking the ironing board out of the laundry! I hate ironing at the best of times, so I joked with him that maybe that would be a good one to let slide. I might have woken up to find out that I'd finished all my laundry. Other than handling a scorching iron whilst asleep, what was the problem? The next occasion wasn't dangerous, but it was bloody embarrassing. I woke up in my brother's bed. It was 4am and I woke to him shaking me. 'What the fuck are you doing?' he'd asked me. I didn't even respond. I was out to the world and it took him a moment to realise that this was part of the sleepwalking. He woke me up and when I realised where I was, I was glad it was dark enough that he couldn't see just how deep and red my blush was. I scrambled out of his bed in my light summer pyjamas and hustled back to where I was supposed to be. If that had been the only time that it had ever happened I wouldn't have minded, but I think that him being in my old room complicated things. I wasn't prepared to tell Mum and Dad, it was way too embarrassing. Not to mention that my sleepwalking was enough of a source of jokes without providing them with more ammunition. A couple of weeks passed without ending up anywhere untoward again and like so many times before, I thought that maybe I was on the way to beating it. A lot of the rest of this I only know from what I've been told much later, but I'll tell it as I've been told it happened and will have to trust that what I've been told is accurate. I woke up in my brother's bed again. This time, unlike the first time, I was alone and it was morning. Worse, I was topless! Later in the day when I tracked him down, I asked what had happened. He told me that I'd again climbed into his bed but that this time, he hadn't been able to wake me up and so he'd decided to simply get into my bed and do a swap. He reckons he was too freaked out as to what would happen if I woke up in bed with him without my top on. What he told me what really happened much later was very different. Apparently I'd done a little more than just climb into the bed. He woke up as I entered the room, my opening of his door having disturbed me. He had watched, a little amused and still a bit groggy from me waking him as I entered the room. I stopped just before the bed. I pulled off my top and then, with only my little summery pyjama shorts on, worked my way into his bed. He tells me he was stunned. I have nice tits. This is not false modesty, its fact. I've told you before how much boys stare at them. They're a b cup, not too small, not too big and they don't sag at all. Every man that has ever seen or touched them has complimented me on them and I've spent more than a little time enjoying them myself. I run, I swim and I keep myself in excellent shape. I keep my auburn hair a modest length, a couple of inches past my shoulders and I know that if I want I can draw the eye of any man in the room. Apparently my brother has noticed all this too, especially as he's been going through his teenage years and his hormones have ran rampant. So when I climbed topless into his bed he reckons that he was already rock hard just from getting to see the tits he'd been trying to glimpse ever since he could remember. Then I snuggled up to him! He claims it was like I tried to use him as a teddy bear. I mashed my tits against him and sent his hormones into over-drive. That messed up his decision-making processes and he decided to see just what would happen before I woke up. He wriggled free of my embrace and apparently I assumed my so nicely described 'starfish' sleeping position, spread out on my back like a great big welcome mat. He pulled the sheet down off me so that my tits were exposed and spent quite a long time just looking at them and stroking his erection. He turned his reading lamp on to get a good look at them, but soon looking wasn't enough to satisfy him. He gently placed a hand on my breast and gave it a little squeeze, watching my face the whole time to see if I would react. When I didn't wake up he experimented more, running his finger around my nipple, watching as it hardened and rose in response. I have very perky nipples, with small areolae that you could cover with a quarter. Everyone is always surprised at just how far the nipple itself pokes out when it's hard. They're like magic. I love them and get especially turned on when they are sucked and tweaked. I even like it quite rough. When he had them both standing up to attention, he played with them for a bit, amazed that I was sleeping through the whole thing. He tells me that I started to moan and writhe on the bed, but I do have limits as to what I believe. At this point he was getting close to cumming, his raging cock about to explode due to the unexpected encounter. He says that he really wanted to cum all over my tits, but that he was worried that I'd either wake up as he did it, before he could clean me up, or as he was cleaning me. He settled instead for lowering his mouth to my nipple and sucking it! That was his tipping point and with his hand clutching tissues to his cock, he exploded. After that he fled to my room feeling guilty and embarrassed. When I woke up and realised the state of my undress and where I was, I freaked out. What had I done and why the hell was my pussy so fucking wet? His initial story pacified me somewhat, but looking back I have to laugh about thanking him for being so chivalrous about it even if he had admitted to liking the glimpse he claimed to have had at my tits. Every night after that I'd be going to bed praying that I wouldn't again wake up in my brother's. Apparently he went to bed praying the exact opposite. ***** The next time I sleep walked; Mum caught me going down the hall in my bikini with a towel over my shoulder. Talk about fucking random and weird. It was really starting to get to me. Despite my prayers, it seems that Grant's (my brother) were heard first, because it happened again. Apparently the next time I didn't take my top off, but having had a taste of the forbidden, Grant was feeling bolder the second time around. Once I had settled myself in his bed, he'd pulled the covers down to admire my sleeping form. Then, dissatisfied with the state of my clothing, he pulled my top up to expose my breasts again. He played with them, toying with the nipples, testing what he could get away with, how hard he could pull them, the whole time on a knife edge as he expected me to wake. I didn't. The curiosity of a teenage boy is apparently a hard thing to temper and it wasn't long until he was wondering what my pussy was like. He pulled my pants down far enough to expose it. I keep my pussy lips bare of hair and have a quarter-inch wide landing strip leading to just above my slit. As he had with my nipples, he advanced his explorations in slow, hesitant steps. First he just looked. He has had a bit of experience with girls, but not a lot, so it was an opportunity he was going to make the most of. According to him, looking only built his curiosity further and soon he was touching me, running his finger gently up and down my lips and along my landing strip, stopping occasionally to give his cock a good hard thrashing with his hand, bringing himself to the point of cumming and then backing off again to play with me instead. He parted my lips and ran his finger between them, feeling that my body was reacting to his touches, lubricating itself in anticipation of what it expected to follow. His finger worked slowly as far as it could inside my pussy, wiggling about as he stroked his cock with his free hand, the naughtiness of what he was doing driving him wild. He tells me that he nearly came with his finger inside me. He was only held back again by the thought of getting busted at the last moment. Apparently he wanted more but couldn't quite think of what to do. He said that he wanted to put his cock in me, to feel his sister's lips slide up and down his cock, but quite simply didn't have the balls to go through with it. Dirty fucker! He decided that he had to leave before he did go too far. He stood alongside the bed, staring at my semi-naked body, his iron hard cock thrusting toward the ceiling in need of release. I opened my mouth at that point and the light reflected of some moisture on my lip like a little beacon. He carefully mounted the bed beside my head and wiped his cock across my lips, smearing them with the pre-cum that was readily seeping from him. My mouth opened a little further and he pushed, his cock slipping a little inside my mouth. He tells me that at that point he managed to get a whole inch into my mouth before I happened to bite down on him a bit. I laughed when he told me, thinking that it was only justice for how he was violating me at the time. Why I didn't physically assault him when he told me is for later. The bite on his cock gave him the impetus he needed to restore my clothing and flee the room. He went to mine and raided my panty drawer, using a pair to catch his sperm when he gave himself the release that his body was demanding. Once again I awoke with relief that my brother was such a good guy, leaving me to have his bed when I'd interrupted his sleep. If only I'd known. ***** In hindsight and with more thought, the path that Grant had taken was only ever going to lead to him getting caught. As much as those first couple of encounters had failed to wake me, there really wasn't a great history of me staying asleep after sleepwalking. I tended to wake up at odd times and often in the middle of something weird. He was probably lucky that as I'd sleep walked into a bed, I was more likely to stay asleep. It didn't last. He tells me that it was the fourth time that it went wrong for him. The third was much like the second. On the fourth occasion though he'd decided that he wanted to do 2 things. He wanted to lick my pussy and he wanted to feel it on his cock. He didn't manage to get quite that far. The way he tells the story, I came into his room and like the first occasion, discarded my top before crawling into his bed. He let me settle, then before he did anything else, worked my shorts off so that I was completely naked. He didn't know whether to go straight for my pussy, or whether to start with my breasts like he had on the previous occasions. In the end he thought that it would be better to go with what he considered 'the routine' having formed a theory that perhaps repetition would be less likely to wake me up (what ever he could justify in his mind no doubt). He took his time playing with my breasts, pulling my nipples, licking and sucking them and generally delighting in the fact that they were there and he had full access. I then did something he never expected. If I am to believe his account and it's the only one that I have to go by, I reached out and started to caress his body. He was naked. He only sleeps in boxers and he'd discarded them the moment he realised I was coming into his room. It wasn't long before my hand found his cock. I grasped it and stroked him with short firm motions of my hand. He started thrusting his hips, feeling his cock move within my hold. I have no idea what was going on in my subconscious, but I guess it lead me to do what I would normally do after having a nice hard cock in my hand. I worked my way down the bed and took my brother's cock in my mouth. He tells me he was hard pressed not to come instantly and although he enjoyed it (what boy doesn't enjoy a blow job?) as soon as he thought about cumming he started to worry about what he would do if he did explode in my mouth and I woke up. The dilemma was quickly removed from consideration though as at that point I did exactly that. I woke up! Let me tell you, it's weird enough waking up with a hard cock in your mouth when you went to bed alone, but it's even more of a freak out when you realise that the cock you're sucking is your brother's! 'Oh my fucking God!' I said at the time, rolling quickly away from him. 'Shit, sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened,' he exclaimed, pulling the covers up to hide his erection. The act drew my eyes before I even thought about it and I saw just how stiff and hard he was. 'How long have you been awake?' I asked, shocked, assuming that somehow everything was a result of my sleep walking. 'Fuck did you wake up like this as well, with your cock in my mouth?' 'Yes!' he answered, feigning shock and seizing the lifeline that I'd inadvertently offered him. "Oh God, I am so sorry, I don't know what to do!' I found my clothes beside his bed (He'd tossed my shorts over onto my top ... I'll give him that much credit for forethought) and quickly scrambled into them, noting along the way that he didn't exactly hold back from checking out my body. 'Are you perving?' I asked, shocked and surprised. 'Sorry, it's hard not to, I mean first off, you're fucking gorgeous and secondly, well, fuck let's just say my mind has been drawn to it for some weird reason.' 'Look, I don't quite know what to do about this, but I have to go to my room and think. I'm sorry, I mean I hope you can forgive me.' 'It would be easier if you'd finished,' he mumbled. 'What?' I asked, not picking it up and too worried about all the thoughts going through my own head. 'Nothing, it's fine.' I retreated to my own room next-door and collapsed on the bed, wondering what the fuck I was going to do and why on earth my pussy was again sopping wet. It made me think back to the other times I'd awoken on my own. Had my brother really been as chivalrous as he said or had I done something to him that he wasn't willing to confess? I could hear him through the thin wall between our rooms; grunting, trying to be quiet, but not succeeding. It took me a moment to realise that he must be masturbating. That freaked me out at first. I mean, he was hard because his sister had been sucking his cock! Shouldn't he just want to forget the whole thing? Was he thinking about it right now, even as he worked himself to orgasm? I was disgusted! At least that's what I tried to tell myself, but the reality was that I was conscious of the fact that my pussy was as wet as his cock was hard. My fingers slipped inside my shorts to determine just how wet I was. Pretty soon I was playing with myself. I realised that despite how I had arrived at the state, I was really horny. I needed to cum. I started to work my clit, parting my lips with the fingers of one hand while aggressively rubbing it with the index and middle finger of the other. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and listened to my brother wanking in the room next door. I heard him give a bit of a yelp when he came, followed by silence. I wondered how much cum there was. Did he shoot big ropes of it, or long thin streams? Or did it just dribble from the tip in a big white flood of goop? I shocked myself even thinking of it, but the images in my mind had me cumming in short order. That left me laying there, pussy convulsing with post-orgasmic bliss, a delicious tingle in my nipples and all sorts of crazy thoughts going through my mind. It was days before I gathered the nerve to speak to Grant, but eventually, alone one night, I plucked up the courage. I decided to just launch into it, no pre-amble. 'Grant, did you wank the other night?' He looked at me in shock, caught completely off-guard as we sat watching an episode of Big Bang Theory. 'What? What do you mean?' 'After I um, sleep walked and woke up with your cock in my mouth I went back to my room and it sounded like you were still awake and ... well ... active.' The blush that crossed his face was delicious. 'Maybe,' he replied noncommittally. 'That so totally means you did! Were you thinking about me? Were you imagining me sucking your cock? That I hadn't woken up?' I demanded, turning to face him on the couch, my legs drawn up cross-legged beneath me, my heel against my pussy. 'Fucking hell Nikki, what is this?' he demanded. I couldn't help but note that he was shoving a cushion into his lap as he did so. 'I want to know.' 'But why?' 'Because I did.' 'What?' 'After I left your room I heard you in yours and listening to you ... well I was already horny apparently and that fed it and so ... well I masturbated until I came wondering how much cum you'd be spurting.' It wasn't exactly what I'd been planning on saying, but I'd been thinking a lot about how turned on I'd been over the last couple of days and well, it just came out. 'You're kidding me.' 'Nope.' 'Oh fuck.' I noticed his hand pressing the cushion into his lap. 'You're hard aren't you? I asked. The thought of me masturbating is giving you a boner,' I accused. 'Shut up Nikki,' he said, but made no move to leave. I guessed it was because he didn't want to put proof to my suspicions. 'Just tell me and I'll leave you alone,' I told him. 'Fucking hell. Ok. Yes. I masturbated.' 'Thinking about me?' 'Yes, now leave me alone ok?' 'Ok, but only because I promised.' I left him there on the couch and retreated to my room, mind spinning. It wasn't that I was short of a date. As I said earlier, I can turn the head of any man in a room if I want to. There was just something about it being so wrong that turned me on in a way I could never have imagined. A door had been opened. A gate to the forbidden that I was struggling to close it. I was finding that I was struggling to even want to. That night, as I lay trying to sleep, I came up with a plan. It was wrong and dirty and by the time I had committed myself to it, I was completely wet. I almost couldn't sleep because of nerves and excitement. I set my alarm very quietly for 2am. If I happened to sleep walk, it may well be ruined, but as it turned out it was one of those nights where I was destined to remain in my own bed. The alarm didn't register at first, but eventually its persistence pierced my slumbering consciousness and I woke to glance across and discover it was 2:20am. I struggled at first to remember why I had set it, but once I did, my body trembled in anticipation. I got out of bed and went to the door to Grant's room. One of the issues was that I didn't exactly know how I behaved when I sleep walked. This was the first time I'd ever thought to pretend. I wracked my brain to think of all the things that my parents and brother had described about my life of sleep-walking and hoped that my brother would be happy enough with what happened that he wouldn't even think to question it. I turned the knob of his door handle and calmly walked inside, despite the fact that my heart was beating at about a million beats per second. I walked over to the edge of his bed with my eyes closed lightly. I pulled my top up and over my head. My nipples ached. I wished I could touch one, but there hadn't been any suggestion that I did anything like that. I slipped my shorts off based on the fact that they'd been on the ground when I had awoken last time and left them with my top. I hopped into his bed and lay there. For a few moments I didn't know what to do next. I mean, I hadn't actually had a conversation that lead to a step-by-step account of what I did between getting into his bed and waking up with his cock in my mouth. I didn't have to worry too much. I had woken Grant in getting into his bed and before I had time to conclude what my next move should be, he was playing with my tits. The sneaky bastard! I waited to see what would come next. I very quickly discovered that what I had been told didn't exactly match reality. It was a massive fucking turn on. Grant started with my breasts and my aching nipples were rewarded with the attention that they'd been craving. It was so hard not to cry out with pleasure, especially when his teeth grazed across the hard nub of my right nipple. As he sucked me he started to finger my pussy. I let me legs relax and spread, giving him access, letting my brother start feeling his older sister's pussy. I could feel his erection pressed against my thigh as he leaned against me. I wanted it so bad. The whole aim of my plan was to make him cum. I wondered if I didn't wake up how far he would go. I kept pretending and he kept exploring my body. He used two fingers in my pussy and he rubbed gently at my clit. I convulsed a little at that. I couldn't help myself. The pleasure was intense and added to the taboo situation; I wanted to demand he do it right so that I came. I didn't of course. Finally he moved. He knelt up on the bed and started to rub his cock across my mouth. I could feel his slimy pre-cum on my lips as it slipped back and forth, the length of his shaft sliding over them. It was awesome. I opened my lips little by little and he started to poke the head in. I knew that when I'd awoken last time I had been further down the bed, apparently a wiling participant in getting there so I took a gamble, rolling toward him slightly and opening my mouth further. I didn't know about having bitten him so wasn't quite sure what his hesitance was, but after a while he was sliding several inches of cock in and out of my mouth. It felt so good gliding across my tongue, stretching my mouth wide. I was impressed with the size of him. There was certainly enough to keep a woman happy. I could hear him grunting quietly as he slowly slid himself in and out of my mouth, his breathing quickening as he approached his orgasm. He fucked my mouth like that until he must have been right on the brink. There was liberal pre-cum seeping from him, sliding down my throat and I could tell that he was nearly there. He stopped. I nearly sighed. Why was he stopping? I moved my head quietly and gave what I imagined was a sleepy sigh. Was that it? Did he really have that much self-control? I desperately wanted to open my eyes and tell him to fuck my mouth, to give his sperm to me, but that was way off plan. I could feel him moving. The bed was rocking a bit, bouncing slightly. I realised that he was wanking. He gave a grunt and I felt warm cum splash over my tits. It hit my throat and nipples, ran down over my ribs. Some even ended up in a pool in my cute little belly button. I wanted to look! It felt like an enormous amount of cum! Was he going to leave me there? Should I 'wake up'? The bed shifted as he moved from it. I snuck a peek through barely cracked eyelids. The cum wasn't really visible but I did get a look at his bum as he crept toward his desk. It was tight and worthy of a good groping I realised, taking the view in a whole new light. I quickly shut my eyes again as he returned. I felt tissues as he cleaned me off as best he could, trying to find every last drop of his seed. Part way through, I rolled onto my side, knowing that he had missed some of his cum. It had run down over my left rib cage beneath my breast. He waited for a while for an opportunity to clean it, but eventually he conceded defeat. He covered me up with his bedding and silently made his way to my room. When he was gone, I ran my finger through his cum and brought it to my mouth. My brother's cum; it didn't taste any better than any other cum I'd tasted, but it was so wrong that it turned me on anyway. My fingers were soon working their magic between my legs and I had a happy little orgasm to round out the night before sleeping properly. I woke up happy, with dried cum on a few places on my body. I didn't say anything to Grant other than to thank him for once again giving me his bed and to let him know that I hoped that I hadn't done anything crazy that might have embarrassed him. He assured me that he had left the instant he realised that I was going to get into his bed so that we wouldn't have anything like that happen. I gave him a thank you hug, crushing my tits against him. As he walked away, I checked out his butt. He was wearing nice fitting jeans and it really was cute bum. He took after our Dad, taller than me, dark haired, deep blue eyes and with a strong jawline that he was really just starting to grow into. He didn't shave a lot yet and on that day, his stubble was just enough to be sexy. Man was I starting to think all the wrong things! That was a month ago. Since then, things have become even more interesting, but that will have to wait. Right now I have to pack the car. I'm going to Work interstate and Grant is going to come with me. He's going to help 'look after me' and my sleep walking issues. I'll fill you in on the month between then and now next time! licks and kisses, nikki Sleepwalking Ch. 02: A Step Too Far? Nikki uses her sleepwalking to fuck her brother. Ok Diary, I promised to tell you about the time between the last entry and when I was leaving home again. Now that Grant and I have settled in I have some time to tell you exactly what happened. As you know, I went home to try and keep safe and get help for my sleepwalking. In the process, I ended up in Grant's bed and he took advantage of the opportunity and experimented with my body. It should have freaked me out when I found out, especially because I woke up with his cock in my mouth, but somehow Dumbass (that's me) believed she was the one at fault (It didn't help that Grant was happy to let me believe it). Then of course I got all super-freaky and went even further until I got him to blow his load all over my tits. Yeah, I know, I'm a freak: I got him to do it. He did it willingly though so he's a freak too! Right, that's where we were up to. Now for what happened next. Grant didn't know that I knew he'd cum all over me and he certainly didn't know that it had left me wanting more. Like I said before, I'm a freak. Who knew? Anyway, I wasn't satisfied after he'd cum all over me. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I wanted to feel him cum down my throat. I wanted it in my pussy. I could have gone out and fucked any guy I wanted, but a dirty little seed had been planted in my mind and I wanted my little brother. I wanted him in all the wrong ways and in all the wrong places. It seemed that nothing else was going to do the trick. My problem was going to be getting him to fuck me. I couldn't just ask him, I wanted it to be his idea. I wanted him to think that I didn't know. It turned me on to think of him fucking me in my sleep (whether I was pretending or not). I mean, I actually found the thought of waking up and finding his cum dripping from my pussy a massive turn on. It made me super wet whenever I thought about it. Yes, I must be sick. There was one small complication. I was still sleep walking. I couldn't pretend to do it every night and when ever I would sleep walk for real, I'd have to back off my plans for a couple of days. I had planned to try and have some fun with Grant a couple of days after he came all over me, but the night I was planning to, I woke up sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in front of me and milk all over the table. Apparently my sleep walking self isn't so good at pouring. A couple of days after that something happened, but I didn't know what. I woke up in Grant's bed again. I was naked and alone. I hadn't slept through the night and had to go back to sleep there, wondering what might have happened. I questioned Grant, but he said as soon as I came in he fled; his standard line now if that happens. I knew for a fact that it wasn't true from the state of my pussy, but couldn't confront him without revealing exactly how much I knew. I always woke up with a wet pussy after he'd had fun with me in my sleep. I was horny thinking about it, knowing that he must have had some fun, but unable to extract the detail of what it was from my brother. Talk about frustrating. I know from later what really happened though because he eventually confessed (and yes, I will get to the point of the confession, but let me follow things how they happened first). I went into his bedroom and took my top off. I kept my pyjama shorts on and climbed into his bed. As he usually does, he took off his boxers and then worked my shorts off down my legs. Apparently after having cum on me the previous time he intended to do it again. He started on my breasts, sucking the nipples gently, getting them nice and perky. He played with my tits with his hand and stroked himself to full erection. It seemed that he was in a hurry to get further with each of my visits, so he didn't spend as much time playing with them as he had before. He told me later that he challenged his previous theory that maintaining a good pattern might keep me asleep and decided that perhaps he was better off progressing more quickly in case I woke up. He said that whenever he was doing this to me he was constantly in fear of me waking but that it heightened the experience for him. He said that was always working out his excuse in his head, hoping he could get away with telling me that I had taken advantage of him in my sleep, as I'd believed the time I'd woken with his cock in my mouth. His plan for this night was to taste my pussy. So after some quick fun with my tits, he pulled the bed covers off to expose me and moved between my legs. He took some time to admire my pussy, touching it gently, fingering my landing strip, my lips, poking between them. Then tentatively, he ran his tongue along the outside of my pussy, feeling my smooth skin. He hadn't known quite what to expect (being very limited in his experience) and was kind of surprised to find that there really wasn't any taste (Duh!) even though he could clearly smell my arousal. Even he managed to work out that to taste me he was going to have to spread my lips and get more intimate with my lady parts. He used his fingers and stared at me for a while, seeing the inner pink of my pussy before sliding a finger in. As he had before, he played around, enjoying the fact that even in my sleep I tended to make happy little sounds and squirm on the bed. With my lips parted and his finger moving in and out, the scent of my pussy became a lot stronger. He summoned his courage and after pulling his finger out, tentatively poked his tongue at my entrance. He pushed it as deep as he could and wiggled it about experimentally before withdrawing it back into his mouth, contemplating the flavour. He tells me that at the time he thought that it wasn't anything to write home about, but that it wasn't so gross that he wouldn't do it again, either. Being so close to my pussy had him thinking about how good it could feel on his cock. He tells me that he had decided to slip himself inside just a little ... enough to feel me on the head of his dick, but that just as he started to move, I'd stirred and rolled over. He panicked and fled to my room quicker than light. Then he'd laid there wondering how he would have explained being on top of me if I was the one that had been the instigator. Little did I know that it would set my plans for him to fuck me back even further. He hadn't even cum on me. After waking in his room I had to wait a few more days before summoning the courage to pretend again. It may have taken some courage, but I still managed to do it. I walked into his room at 3am this time and shed my pyjamas, climbing naked into his bed. Rather than just flopping like a star-fish on his bed, I snuggled up against him, draping my thigh over him and crushing my breasts against his side. I had to work so hard not to start dry-humping him. He was laying on his back and I could feel his cock trapped beneath my leg. I smiled to myself in the dark as I felt it grow. When it was close to being completely hard, he lifted my leg to adjust himself. He turned toward me slightly and now his cock was much closer to being between my legs. I knew that I could get away with sucking him if I wanted to, but the aim of the exercise was to feel his cock in my pussy. I could feel him moving slowly beneath my legs, working his hips so that his cock was thrust closer to my pussy. It was rubbing against my inner thigh, but he couldn't seem to push himself any further to make the contact that we both desired. I could sense his frustration. It matched my own. I was considering just rolling on top of him and mounting it, but he pushed me off before I could really do anything about it. One hand moved to my pussy and his mouth closed over my breast, sucking mostly on the tight nipple. I wanted more but I contented myself with enjoying what he was doing. That and maintaining the pretence that I was actually asleep. He kept at it for some time before moving. He had knelt beside me and was stroking his cock. I felt it against my lips and let them part, allowing him to push his cock into my mouth. I turned my head toward him and rolled on my side so that he could push more into me. I moved my hand and grabbed his sack, rolling his balls slightly as he slid in and out. At the first contact he'd gone very very still, obviously worried that this was a precursor to waking, but when I didn't appear to, he once again lost himself in the sensations of his sister's mouth on his manhood. I loved listening to the sound of his breathing. Little pants and gasps escaped him when he failed to suppress them and they gave me a good indication of just how close he was to cumming. I could taste his precum and wondered whether I could make him explode in my mouth before he had time to pull out. I couldn't. He was clearly too worried about cumming in my mouth because despite my attempt to keep him there, he withdrew and furiously stroked his cock in his fist. He moved and I realised that this time he wasn't going to be aiming at my tits. I so wanted to open my eyes to see his explosion! When it came I felt the first gush of sperm splatter over my pussy mound. A second followed, coating me further, closer toward my belly button. The third and final significant pulse that he managed hit me just beneath the breast. With a flash of inspiration, I moved my hand and simply plonked it on my belly, right in his cum. I heard him groan with lust at the sight and then gasp when he realised that he needed to clean up. While he was gone, I scooped some of his cum with my fingers and then put them in my mouth. I left no doubt as to what was going on. When he returned from his bathroom he moaned aloud again, taking in the sight of my cummy fingers in my mouth. I felt him clean me up (including pulling my fingers from my mouth and dabbing at my lips) and had to work so hard not to be busted for actually being awake. The following morning after I'd thanked him profusely for being so wonderful as to leave me alone (again) I mentioned to him that I'd woken with a weird taste in my mouth and that I wondered whether I'd done anything to him that I shouldn't have. He quietly told me no, but he struggled to meet my eyes. I'd managed to make him cum again but still hadn't had his cock inside me. I was starting to worry that he wouldn't have the balls to go through with it. Days later I had spent even more time plotting exactly how I was going to finally get my brother's cock deep in my pussy so that I could satisfy my ever growing kinky desire. Despite spending more time than I should have thinking about it though, I still hadn't really come up with a plan. I just hoped that I wouldn't actually sleep walk just when I was ready to try again. Fortunately I didn't and so found myself creeping down the hall to Grant's room again at 1am in the morning. I made my now-familiar pretend sleep walk into his room and casually discarded my clothing, sliding into his bed naked. This time he hadn't woken up. I lay there wondering what to do, my heart racing as it always did. I snuggled close to him, pushing my body against him but still didn't wake him. I decided more direct action was required. Surely he wouldn't continue to sleep if I made his cock hard. I played with it, stroking my hand over his boxers, enjoying the way it started to harden as I did so. I should have done it with my mouth, I mused to myself as I continued. He was fully hard and moaning in his sleep before long and I was stunned that he hadn't woken. Maybe we weren't so different after all. I decided that maybe there was an intermediate step to getting his cock inside me. It meant taking longer than I'd like, but so be it. I decided that it would possibly be more believable that I was on top of him and humping his cock if it wasn't actually in me. I tucked his erection back through the fly and then carefully straddled him, facing toward him. My pussy was almost dripping with the excitement as I mashed it down on his hard shaft. It felt good. Not as good as having him inside me would, but it was certainly working for me. I ground myself against him, circling my hips, my head hung forward so that my hair hung down in front of my face. I felt him stir. His whole body stiffened as he came awake and realised what was happening. I heard him groan. 'Nikki?' he whispered. I didn't react. I just rocked my hips back and forward, wishing he was inside me, not trapped between us. I felt a hand close over my breast. It was tentative. He was obviously checking to see if I was really doing what I appeared to be. He pushed his hips up against me too, pushing his cock at me. I kept grinding and he whispered a few more times but I still didn't respond. 'So fucking close,' he mumbled at one point and I felt his hand go down between us. He was trying to move his cock! I desperately wanted to know if he was tying slip it inside me or not. I wanted him to, but had to maintain my sleeping persona. I just kept grinding. Then, as if finished, I rolled to one side and lay down, 'sleeping' again. I lay with my back to him, knees tucked up in front, wondering, hoping. Grant spooned against me. I felt his cock pressed up between my butt cheeks. It wasn't between my legs though. I almost screamed in frustration. He ground against me a bit, even reached around to play with my nipple. I almost sighed out loud, resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to take the final step. I thought he was moving to get out of bed and leave me there, but it turned out he was just adjusting his position on the bed. I felt his fingers between my legs, lightly touching, seeking out my wet pussy lips. When he found them he slipped a finger between them, sinking it deep and holding it there. I felt his body weight move on the bed again and then finally I felt his cock rub up between my legs. He used his hand to guide it against my lips, Slipping it ever so slightly between them. He groaned and I wanted to groan with him, to let him know that this was exactly what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to fuck his sleeping sister. I wanted to be fucked! I pushed back a little, trying to be subtle. I felt a bit more of his cock ease inside me and heard his breathing stop as he held his breath. 'Be brave!' I wanted to scream at him. He wasn't though. He pulled out. Oh the frustration! He was wanking. Here he was in bed with his naked sister, able to do anything he wanted to her and he decided to go it alone. Fuck! I rolled onto my back, letting my legs fall wide apart, crashing into him. He gasped and quickly rolled away, obviously too worried about getting caught. He did cum on me again though. All over my tits. It wasn't the satisfaction that I'd been looking for. After he cleaned me up and abandoned me, I fingered myself to orgasm, tweaking my clit mercilessly, wondering what the fuck I needed to do. - 'Grant?' I said to him the next day having found him in his room. 'Yeah?' 'Have you kept masturbating after you see me naked in your bedroom?' 'Fuck Nikki, I thought we weren't going to talk about this,' he complained. 'Sorry I just need to know. I always wake up so horny in the mornings. It's weird, when I wake up in my own bed I'm fine, just normal like, but whenever I wake up in yours I'm almost dripping wet.' 'Geez, what's that got to do with me wanking?' 'I dunno, maybe it's just my body wanting more or something,' I suggested. I nearly laughed at how uncomfortable he was. 'I always have to masturbate when I wake up like that,' I said almost dreamily as if I was just thinking aloud rather than really talking to him.' 'Um thanks, that's an image I needed,' he replied sarcastically. 'Oh come on, I've lost count of how many times I've climbed naked into your bed now, it can't be that much of a shock.' He just looked embarrassed. I bet if he'd wanted to answer he could have told me instantly exactly how many times it was. 'I wonder if I could ever cum while I sleep walked? Imagine if I masturbated, that would be so freaking funny,' I suggested, plunging on despite any discomfort he might appear to be feeling. His hands had gone to cover his crotch. I knew I was turning him on. 'None of my boyfriends have ever said anything, I wonder if they've ever had me do something crazy like fuck them in my sleep. I guess I couldn't blame someone if they ended up fucking me when I was asleep, I guess it's not like I'm saying no given how much my body appears to want it.' 'Um Nikki, do we really have to have this conversation?' he asked. 'Sorry Grant, I guess I'm, just unusually horny. I probably just need a good fucking. I'll leave you to it.' I nearly laughed out loud when I left his room just because he looked so uncomfortable. I didn't know if I'd managed to plant a seed in his head or not, but I hoped it was enough. Of course I had to wait days before I'd be able to take a chance on finding out whether any seed I'd planted would actually germinate. Trust my luck to sleep walk again the day before I'd decided to. It was totally embarrassing too. Mum found me completely naked in the living room! Apparently I was just laying on the couch with the TV on and not wearing a stitch of clothing. She wouldn't tell me any more than that and I was too embarrassed to ask for any detail. I do know that I was wet though. I wished I had some idea what had transpired, but even after my brother confessed everything to me he told me he'd been no where near me the night that I did that. It seemed that my dirty kinkiness might actually have been penetrating my subconscious! It delayed my attempt, but it didn't stop it. - Again I crept into Grant's room and stripped naked before climbing into his bed. He was awake this time and by the time that I was in the bed beside him, he was naked. He very quickly moved to take advantage of the nakedness of my breasts. I let him enjoy them for a couple of minutes (yes, I was enjoying it too) before I started to move. He quickly stopped, clearly afraid that he had woken me. I took advantage of that time to work my way down the bed. I soon had his throbbing cock in my mouth, gently sucking on it. I loved the way he would start to thrust at me as became more aroused. I liked having his cock pushed deep into my mouth so that it would start to bump against the back of my throat. I didn't want him getting to the point of nearly cumming, so I stopped sucking him before he probably liked. This time his cock was going in my pussy! I worked my way back up the bed, making sure that I pushed him onto his back as I did so, straddling him. I hoped that having humped him through his boxers the previous time had set this up to be less suspicious than I thought it should be. I think the amount of blood in his cock kept him from over-thinking things anyway. I hung my head forward again so that my hair hid my face and sat with my pussy grinding his hard cock flat against his stomach. I wiggled back and forth a little, my wet lips slipping either side of his shaft. I was humping him, but his cock wasn't inside me. I could feel him thrusting with his hips, making the most of any pressure that he could get between us. I desperately wanted to guide his cock head between my lips, but thought that it would be too much. I just couldn't believe that I would do that in my sleep. What I was doing was as far as I was prepared to push it even though I wanted more. Grant's cock was slick with my pleasure and I was just getting to the point where I would again be left alone and frustrated in his room when he moved his body differently. I felt his cock slip back and away from me and then he was thrusting harder. If I leaned forward far enough and tilted my hips just right I could feel his cock head pushing closer to my opening. It ran across my clit and I shuddered, stifling a moan before it gave me away. He did it again and again, but the angle was never quite perfect. It wasn't working. I wanted to scream! Grant must have been as frustrated as I was because suddenly his hands were between us, manipulating himself. It happened. My brother's cock slipped inside my pussy. It was fucking awesome. He thrust and humped at me from his back and I worked my hips to change the angle so that he went deeper inside with every thrust. I felt so kinky. I was a dirty dirty bitch and I fucking loved it. I was fucking my little brother! I wanted to bounce up and down and really go for it, but I was careful to keep my motions close to those that I had used already, grinding around and moving back and forth a little, as if sleepily. I was biting my lip and had to make a conscious effort to stop it. I wasn't sure that I would be doing that in my sleep. If only I could have frigged my clit with my fingers, I know that I would have exploded in orgasm, but the charade had to continue. I enjoyed it for as long as I could, but eventually I must have over-excited Grant. He stopped moving, his cock buried in my pussy. Very very carefully, he rolled me to one side, slipping from me in the process. He must have been close to cumming. I flopped onto the bed on my back, leaving my entire being open to whatever he wanted to do to me. He knelt beside me for a bit, touching me, teasing my nipples and my pussy, slipping two of them into the wet warmth. Then he grabbed his cock and tugged on it until he exploded. I thought about rolling over while I was covered in his seed so that he would have to leave the evidence behind. It would give me a chance to ask some very interesting questions. I wimped out. I let him clean me up and abandon me in his room again. As soon as I was alone I brought myself to orgasm, now dreaming about what seemed like a natural progression to me. I wanted him to explode inside me. I wanted to feel his cum fill my womb. Two days after I had succeeded in my taboo quest I was offered a promotion at work. I was massively excited. The problem was that it was interstate. I'd have to go back to living on my own. It scared me. I told my family about how I thought I was going to have to turn it down so that I could be sure that I wouldn't get into trouble again. they were all very disappointed for me. I was surprised that Grant took it the way he did. I thought he would have been ecstatic that I was staying in the house and not moving. Maybe he was just a better actor than I gave him credit for. Grant actually came up with the solution in the end. Apparently he's a dirty genius. For a couple of days after I had told everyone and while I was still delaying the decision with work, he had been scouring schools near where my job would be. He had a plan. He would apply for a school near me and then he could live with me and make sure that I stayed safe. Mum and Dad thought he was a saint and I of course had to play along that he was indeed amazing for having the idea as well as being generous in his offer. Of course I accepted. I told work that I'd take the job and planned the move with Grant. And so Diary, that's how we came to be here right now. I am living with my little brother, away from family and old friends and we're just starting to settle in. Neither of us has talked much about what will happen when I end up in his bed, but I can guarantee we're both thinking about it. I can tell from the looks he gives me. He perves on me relentlessly, especially if he thinks I'm not looking. I've taken to wandering around the house in just my underwear. After all, as I told him, he's seen more of me than that anyway. I just happen to enjoy the fact that it means that he seems to spend a lot of time at 'half mast'. It's a great situation as far as I am concerned and I think that one day soon I'm going to have to surprise him by letting him know that I'm awake. I keep wondering what would happen if I were to suddenly stop right in the middle of fucking him and just let him know. 'You do know I am awake right?' I wonder how he'd react. I can't help but think that he must suspect. Maybe its just a case that for as long as I pretend to be awake, he'll pretend not to know any different. At least if it's out in the open I could finally have him cum in me or suck it from his cock. Damn, I'm so horny now diary. I have a horny young stud in the house but I can't take advantage of him whenever I want to. I have to pretend to sleep first! Talk about frustrating. At least I brought my toys with me. I wonder if Grant hears the buzzing when he's lying in the next bed and I'm masturbating? So many crazy thoughts going on right now. I'd better put this away and try and get some sleep. I start my new job tomorrow and that will be enough pressure without driving myself to distraction like this. Good night Diary. I promise to update you soon. licks and kisses, nikki. Sleepwalking Ch. 03: End Of Pretend Dear Diary, what can I say but hang on to your binding. Ever since this whole dirty, kinky, crazy adventure started I've known that it was only a matter of time before it came out in the open. I mean, seriously, how long can you pretend to be asleep and ride up and down on your brother's cock in the middle of the night? At some point a girl gets so horny that keeping quiet simply isn't an option. Before I get too far down that track though, let me tell you how it all happened. As you know, I went home because of my sleep walking and the first time was completely innocent on my part. Of course the innocence didn't last (you already know I'm a dirty bitch) and eventually I fucked Grant. Then we both moved out here, me for work, Grant for school. Early on Grant didn't have many friends and it was just the two of us in the house. He's here to keep me from doing anything completely stupid when I sleep walk (like try and drive the car or light the stove) and because he's doing that he gets the benefit of Mum and Dad paying the rent. I don't mind that bit either! I pay my share, but if he wasn't here I'd be paying the whole lot. It all started well enough, but being Grant's first time living out of home I had to teach him a few facts of life. Toilet seats go down, toilets get cleaned, washing doesn't do itself and there's sure as hell no ironing fairy. We took it in turns to cook, which may not have been the best choice. It will work in the long run, but let's just say that some of his early efforts had me thinking that perhaps I would have been better off doing it all. I think its fair to say that we both looked forward to my cooking night! I have introduced him to the concept of vegetables again, even if they are the frozen variety. We have separate rooms of course. I sleep with my door closed but Grant sleeps with his open. He says that the noise of my door opening is enough to alert him to the fact that I'm sleepwalking so that he can react in time to stop me from doing anything too crazy. I think he just likes me visiting. I waited a bit after we moved in before I deliberately did anything and as it turned out, the first time that I sleepwalked for real I only went and turned the television on. Grant came out to get me and was faced with the dilemma of waking me up and sending me back to bed or trying to navigate me there somehow whilst asleep. He went for option 2 but after a few failed attempts to move me, woke me up. I was dazed and confused, but thanked him when I made it back to my room and had worked out what was going on. The next time I sleepwalked he woke up when I left my room. He scrambled out of bed and followed me, watching with amusement as I started fumbling about in my pyjamas trying to make a sandwich. He stopped me before I ate it, which was lucky given the hideous combination of ingredients I'd pulled from the refrigerator and slapped onto the bread. Those two incidents happened within days of each other. We were talking over breakfast the day after the sandwich incident and Grant suggested that maybe the fact that we weren't at home any more might mean that I wouldn't be kicking him out of his bed from now on. I studied his face, trying to discern if he knew that I had been faking some of the time or not, but couldn't convince myself either way. I thought that if I went in to his too soon after the discussion, it would be too suspicious. I was getting frustrated. I mean I wanted nothing more than to ride my brother's cock again, or better yet whenever I wanted, but it seemed like events kept conspiring against me. It was taken out of my hands. Only two nights after the sandwich incident, I woke up in his bed. I had no memory of what had happened, but as always, my pussy was wet. It was so strange to think that I must have done something, or that he had done something to arouse me and I really had no idea what it was. I found out later of course, but at the time ... nothing. I later found out that I didn't have sex with him and that he didn't fuck me, but he did touch me all over and masturbated while looking at my naked body. Three days after that I was determined to have his cock in my pussy but once again missed out. It was a bit of a weird one though. I had been out with friends and had a few drinks. Grant had been at home studying and apparently, for a bit of tension relief, had watched some porn on a DVD that he'd bought. I didn't know it when I went to bed, but that night I sleepwalked my way into the small living room and apparently sat down and started watching his DVD. The noise of a girl screaming in orgasm on the television woke Grant and he came out to find me sitting in front of his porn. He'd forgotten to take it out of the player and I'd managed to start watching it! Apparently I was topless, wearing just my pyjama bottoms and nothing else. Grant tells me that he sat down next to me and started to play with my tits. I didn't react a whole lot other than to squirm around on my seat a little. He bent his head and sucked the nipples and after a while, stood up and exposed himself. He stood in front of me cautiously, wondering if blocking the view of the TV would cause any dramas. Apparently it didn't. He stroked his cock and moved the tip of it across my lips. They parted before him and he happily slid his rapidly hardening dick into his sister's mouth. Fancy sitting topless, asleep and having your brother sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. It quite possibly freaks you out, but it turns me on. He wanted to fuck me. He said that even after having wanked himself to orgasm while I was out, he was horny as buggery. Apparently watching the por had stoked his desire considerably. He tried to wiggle me out of my panties, but couldn't manage to move me enough to do so without fear of me waking. In the end he fucked my mouth to the point of orgasm and then unloaded himself into the boxers that he'd been wearing when he went to bed. He was about to wake me up when he realised he was naked. Instead he headed back to his room, discarding the cum filled boxers and grabbed a clean pair before coming back to wake me up. It turned out that my pyjama top had been discarded back in my bedroom so I was topless when he woke me. He hadn't even turned off the DVD or the TV and so I was woken up sitting on the couch in front of two girls tangled together in a 69 with my nipples hard and erect. 'You have to wake up Nikki,' he was saying, shaking my shoulder. It took me a while to work out what the hell was going on, especially because the sight of the two girls having so much fun together turned me on more and more as I realised what it was. When I turned to Grant, his cock was already starting to show signs of arousal. 'Nikki, you were sleepwalking,' he explained, his eyes flicking down to my tits. "Oh shit, really? I was watching porn?' I asked laughing. 'Yeah, you're the most awesome sister ever,' he said. 'Wait, where did I get the porn from?' I asked. 'Oh um, I left it in the player by mistake,' he explained, clearly embarrassed. I laughed at him. 'I guess you're enjoying being away from the 'rents hey?' I asked him. 'Yeah, look I'm sorry I won't do it again,' he promised. 'Oh don't be silly, I know boys have needs. Just make sure that you don't leave it lying around where one of my friends might see and be sure to share!' Grant looked at me in shock. 'Share?' he asked. 'Yeah, you're not the only one with needs,' I said, turning to watch as the girls on the screen moved to scissor together, the camera going in close on their shaved pussies as they were mashed together. I glanced sideways at Grant, pleased to see his cock rapidly hardening. 'You mean you like watching that?' he asked, nodding to the two girls. 'Uh huh,' I said, 'but right now I think I should be going back to bed.' I stood up and gave him a quick hug, pressing my bare breasts against his chest. 'Thanks for waking me, sleep well.' I left him alone and headed to bed, my pussy aching desperately after having teased him. He wasn't far behind me and as I lay there trying to go back to sleep I heard movement from the next room. I smiled to myself as I imagined him laying in bed, stroking his firm cock as he remembered that I had just hugged him and mashed my bare breasts against him. I fingered my pussy as I listened. At some point I came and drifted off to sleep, hoping for crazy dirty dreams. I woke up horny. I needed a cock so bad. I was determined that within the next couple of days I'd fuck my brother again. The two day wait was a killer. I kept teasing myself with my vibrator whenever I had some time alone, bringing myself close to the point of orgasm but not giving myself the relief that I needed. Why I didn't I don't think I'll ever quite work out, but there was something about building the tension that drove me on. It fed my desire and my dirty fantasies. I imagined going up to him as he sat watching porn and just kneeling in front of him, taking his hard cock in my mouth and sucking it while he enjoyed the onscreen action. I wanted to sit on it, grind down on it. I wanted him to take me from behind and fuck me like an animal. I found myself listening to Nine Inch Nails, singing along, day dreaming. I gave it two nights and then on the third I 'sleepwalked' into his bedroom. I walked in and stripped naked, taking as much time as I could given I wanted to just rip the clothes from my body. My nipples ached with desire and I felt as though my pussy juice was likely to start flowing freely down my legs I was so wet. He was awake. He'd heard me open the door to my bedroom and by the time that I started to climb into his bed he was naked. His cock was rock hard. He wanted it as badly as I did. I knew it, but neither of us could say it. His hands immediately sought out my breasts. They kneaded and fondled, caressed and pinched. I lay there, loving the attention, glad that my brother's apparent fascination with my tits matched the extent to which I enjoyed them being played with. I've always enjoyed my tits being played with. It's a very sexual thing for me. It wasn't enough that night. The burning desire between my legs demanded attention. I wanted a tongue, a cock, fingers, God I would have happily had anything stuffed in there at that time. I decided that I was going to have to be the one to make the move. Maybe it had been too long, maybe Grant had lost the spark that drove him to do more. I rolled toward him, arm flopping onto him. My hand caressed him and then I took his cock in my hand, groping it firmly. I heard my brother groan as my hand squeezed and released his shaft. I started sidling my way down his body. I made sure that my naked body rubbed against his each time I moved, stoking his desire until my lips found the head of his cock and engulfed it. I wanted to moan around it, to let him know just how much I loved having my brother's cock in my mouth. I took my time, swirling my tongue, sliding my lips up and down. I could feel him thrusting at my mouth, enjoying the attention I was bestowing upon him. I wanted to suck his balls, to grope them with my hand. I felt so restrained by the pretence of sleepwalking! As much as I was enjoying myself, I was also building my frustration. As I sucked, I moved between his legs and then, when I had positioned myself, I started working my way up his body. I slithered up along him, my hard nipples trailing across his skin, my breasts rubbing him. When my pussy was clear of his cock, I pushed back down, feeling it poking at my wet, slick pussy lips. I needed him inside me so bad. I wanted to grab it so that I could ram myself down hard. I didn't. I ground and moved, waiting, desiring. Finally! Grant reached between us and grabbed his cock, holding it still against my motions until I was at last able to feel it slip between my lips. A little moan escaped my lips. Grant held completely still, obviously concerned I was waking. I cursed myself and resumed my performance, working back and forth and around and around as I slowly took his entire cock inside. I loved that delicious stretched feeling as my lips parted around him. He thrust at me as I held myself with my palms on his chest, head tipped forward, hair hiding my face from his view. I stayed like that for a while, seeing how active he would be. His desire would get him building his pace and the force of his thrusts until he would remember where he was and what he was doing and he'd stop, clearly worried he would wake me. I leaned forward slowly, my hair falling in his face. When my breasts were squished between us against his chest I held myself as he rocked his hips, moving his cock in long slow strokes. It was divine. The intimacy surprised me. I wanted a good hard fucking, but laying there with him, so close, his masculine smell filling my nostrils, it satisfied me in a way I hadn't expected. I felt Grant's hands on my butt, squeezing and pulling at my cheeks. Then he was rolling me off of him. He slipped from beneath me and I was left face down on the bed, wondering what was to happen next. My hair had covered my face and I couldn't see. Grant had knelt beside me, He ran his fingers down my spine. I almost shivered. They traced circles on my tight buttocks and he ran one down the cleft until he almost touched my puckered little anus. He didn't though. I'm not averse to a little anal action here and there and I was so horny that had he simply shoved a finger in there, or his cock, I'd have screamed in pleasure. Neither of those things happened though. Instead I felt his cum. Warm sticky cum gushed from his cock and landed between my butt cheeks. It dribbled down between them and over my pussy lips. It was the closest he'd come to filling me with sperm and I loved it. I clenched my cheeks together to feel it squish between them, then had to lay there as if sleeping. I felt his weight shift from the bed. I waited and sure enough he returned to clean me up. He left me and I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it was morning and I was alone. Naked, but alone. I found my pyjamas beside the bed. I ignored them. I walked darlingly naked from Grant's room to my own. My heart beat rapidly as I made my way, half hopeful, half fearful of encountering my brother. I didn't. With a sigh I pulled a black lace thong from my underwear draw and pulled it on. I grabbed a plain white singlet and put it on as well and then went out to the small kitchen. Grant's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when I strode in, hips swaying deliberately. 'Sleep well?' I asked him nonchalantly. 'Most of the night. Of course there was that bit where I had to get up and change rooms, but I can survive.' 'Given where my pyjamas were when I woke up, I'm sure it wasn't too much of a trial for you.' He blushed. 'It's ok Grant, you can't help it. I understand that if a naked woman is in your room you're going to look, even if it is your sister.' He still struggled for an answer, but I waved him off, helping myself to some cornflakes. After a few minutes of awkward silence we settled into more casual banter about the day and week ahead, discussing our schedules, what we would have for dinner (how bad it could be when he cooked that night). I made sure I moved about the kitchen a few times, showing off my butt, bending so that it would be aimed directly at him. By the time that I left him to it in the kitchen he was beyond half mast. I went happily to the shower where I took more time than I needed to wash myself, paying particular attention to my pussy and nipples. I even slipped my little finger in my bum a little as I remembered how close Grant's touch had come to it the night before. I didn't cum. I restarted the tease, building until I was close, but never quite tipping over the edge. I even did it at work that day, sitting in the toilets, biting my lip as my finger twiddled my clit. When I returned to my desk my panties quickly dampened as my body tried desperately to calm down the from the pleasure that had been built but not relieved. In the end it just meant that I wanted him more. That was the whole point. Four days and nights I teased myself. I half hoped that I would wake up in his bed with no knowledge of what he'd done to me but with a wet pussy to reassure me that something had happened. The other half of me hoped it wouldn't so that I could plan it. That night we were both home, sitting in front of the TV, flicking channels, neither of us able to find anything that would hold our attention. I was so horny I was all but squirming in my seat. 'Where's your porn Grant?' I asked him. I caught him just as he was about to take a drink from his coke. He coughed and it sprayed out of his nose. I couldn't help but laugh at him. 'What did you say?' he gasped as he recovered from the shock. 'I asked where your porn is. I want to watch it.' 'Porn? Now? With me?' 'You can leave if it makes you uncomfortable, but yeah, I want to watch some.' 'God what's got into you?' Grant asked me. 'Hey, girls get horny too you know,' I said as if that would explain everything. Grant shook his head. 'Yeah but I don't think that they normally sit and watch porn with their brother.' 'Just go get it for me,' I laughed at him. 'Like I said, you don't have to stay.' I wasn't sure that he would actually do it and half expected that he wouldn't, but he put his coke down and wet off to his bedroom. He returned with a disk in his hand and put it into the DVD player. He sat in his chair and I arranged myself comfortably in mine. I sat so that I was half turned toward him. I wanted to be able to watch him as well as the TV. Watching him was entertaining. I could tell that he wasn't able to get into it the way that he no doubt would have if I wasn't there. For a start he didn't touch himself at all. He hid his erection from me so I couldn't even really tell how hard he got. I took advantage of his discomfort and stuck my hand in my pants, gently teasing my clit as my gaze drifted between the on screen action and my brother. 'You do realise that real sex isn't like porn, don't you?' I asked, some bizarre older sister thing kicking in. 'What do you mean?' 'Well for a start, not every dick in the world is that big. I mean if you believed porn you'd think the average size was like 8 inches or something. They're certainly not all that big and the average is probably more like 5. Then there's the fact that guys simply don't last as long as they do in porn. They're all on viagra and they cut the movie so that it seems like they last forever.' 'Wow, who would have thought my sister would sit and watch porn and give me sex ed?' he laughed at me. 'Hey, just so you don't set unrealistic expectations.' 'Oh don't worry, I haven't had much sex, but I'm not a virgin. I haven't had any complaints either.' I turned and grinned at him before sitting back and watching the DVD some more. When it ended, we descended into awkward silence again. I put Grant out of his misery and bid him good night. At 2am my alarm went off quietly, my phone buzzing under my pillow. It was enough to wake me without having the sound screaming out through the whole apartment. I climbed out of bed and went to the door. I fumbled with it. It made enough noise that I hoped that Grant would have woken. I liked it when hew as hard and naked when I climbed into his bed. I wasn't disappointed. I lay with him as he began to explore my body with his hands. My nipples rose with the pleasure and my pussy melted. I moved against him as I had several nights before. This time rather than go down though, I showed a little more restraint, wanting him to initiate a little more. I hoped that the porn had him horny enough that he'd be driven to try something new. He moved between my legs, pushing them apart slightly. As he moved closer, I could feel his breath on my thighs, then my bare pussy lips as he slowly centred himself and found my pleasure. His tongue poked tentatively until it found the slit between my lips, sinking between them to explore and play. I slowly relaxed my legs further apart so that he had sufficient access to enjoy himself. I resisted the temptation to tangle my hands in his hair and pull him tight against me. I needed his cock so bad. I wondered if he would ever have the courage to move over me and slide inside. I'd fucked him twice at that point, but I know from later discussions that he was worried that if I woke and he was on top of me that it would look too much like he was taking advantage of me. If I was on top it was easy to claim that I took advantage of him in my sleep, that he'd woken from a perplexing dream to find it a reality. So once again I was left to make the move. I had to wait until he had satisfied his curiosity between my legs. With little reaction from me and the fear that I might wake, it didn't take as long as it could have. Soon he was kneeling beside me, stroking himself. I fumbled with my hand sleepily until I located his cock. I could feel pre-cum at the tip and smeared it over the head with my hand. I pulled it toward me and moved so that I could take him in my mouth. He thrust forward, excited and hard as he slipped between his sister's lips again. I teased him, sucking, swirling my tongue around the head, licking up and down, feeling an engorged vein running its length. He moaned under my attentions. I pushed against him until he sat and then lay back down upon the bed. As I had before I slowly worked my way in position to mounthim. God I loved it. My brother's cock slipping and sliding inside me. It was a turn on in a way that nothing else was. I put it down to just how taboo it was. My dirty secret. Fucking my brother. I was more active this time. I couldn't help it. My days and days of teasing myself had built a need that couldn't be quenched. I moved up and down, hands planted on his chest. I desperately tried to restrain the pace of my movements, to continue to maintain the charade. It was so fucking hard. I bent forward to his chest again, remembering how good the intimacy had been, how much I had enjoyed my breasts against his chest, his hands on my bum. It wasn't enough. I still needed more. I rolled sideways, dragging him with me, keeping myself so that his cock was within me even as we rolled to our sides. I wanted to pull him on top of me, but I could tell that he wouldn't do it. He started to disengage. I wanted to scream at him to fuck me. I rolled close to him. 'Fuck me Grant,' I whispered in his ear. He froze. 'Grant, I want you. Fuck me. I need you. Please. Fuck me hard.' 'Nikki?' he asked, confused. I pushed him back down on the bed, straddling him. I didn't say anything more, I just grabbed his cock and jammed it in my pussy. 'Nikki, what the fuck?' he asked. 'Don't worry, we both know it's not the first time,' I said, moving, sliding up and down. I bounced, faster. I threw my head back, whipping my hair behind me, revealing my face to my brother as I rode his cock. 'You know?' he gasped. 'Yes, now shut up and fuck me.' I felt him thrust. Once, twice. 'Yes!' I urged him. He responded. When he was thrusting with more confidence I rolled to the side again, demanding he get on top and fuck me properly. It was awesome. Grant held himself over me, thrusting with his hips, driving his erection in and out of my pussy. 'Cum in me,' I told him when I sensed he was close and could see that he was wavering. 'Fill my cunt!' I demanded. He thrust again and again and then with a cry, rammed deep inside me and exploded. I pulled him to me, holding him close, feeling his body heaving, his breathing ragged from effort. 'Nikki,' he said tentatively. 'Fuck you have no idea how much I've wanted that.' He tried to talk, to explain, apologise. I wouldn't have it. I shut him down at every turn insisting that it would be alright, that it was something that I wanted, something that I had actively sought. I told him that he wasn't allowed to leave his bed, that we would sleep together and that for once when I woke up in his bed I wouldn't be alone. Exhaustion claimed him before I found sleep. I fingered myself to the orgasm that I had been saving. I used my brother's cum as it seeped from my pussy to lubricate my clit. Spent, I too found sleep. I woke first. I smiled when I remembered what had happened. I turned to where Grant lay in the bed, sleeping peacefully. He looked so good. I pulled the sheets down to expose him, admiring his body in sleep as he had mine. I couldn't help myself. I knelt over him and sucked his cock into my mouth. It wasn't long until he woke, his cock hardening in my mouth. 'Nikki!' he gasped in shock again. 'Good morning Grant,' I said with a smile before taking his cock back into my mouth. 'Nikki, we can't,' he said. 'We already have,' I told him. 'But that was different, you were asleep,' he protested lamely. 'Only some of the time and if you think about it, that would be worse, wouldn't it?' I challenged him. 'Just enjoy it.' A head job is a magical thing when a girl wants her own way. It was no different that day. Grant lay back and I took my time, working his cock in a way that I couldn't when I was pretending to be asleep. Awake, I used my tongue more effectively, I grabbed at his scrotum, scratching lightly with my nails. I pulled and sucked at his balls and soon he was thrusting wildly, on the verge of orgasm. I backed off, moving up along side him. I kissed my brother. Not chastely, not with a peck as I had before, but with tongue. It was a hard, forceful, needy kiss. It was hot. 'Fuck me doggy style,' I said to him minutes later. I rolled away from him, assuming the position on my hands and knees, wiggling my bum at him, teasing, demanding. I slapped my cheek with my hand. The crack of sound was loud. It seemed to snap Grant to action. He knelt behind me and after mere seconds of taking in the sight of what I presented to him. He guided his cock between my lips and thrust home. I dropped my chest to the bed, arching my back down, thrusting back against him as he fucked me. He stroked harder and faster with passing time until I could hear him grunting with the effort, his body slapping against mine. His thrusts were so hard they were almost painful. I loved it. I reached for my clit, fingering it rapidly and in moments, I exploded. Grant kept going. I was squealing with delight when he suddenly stopped and exploded inside me for the second time. We collapsed together on the bed, panting. I made the mistake of turning toward his clock-radio and spying the time. I had to get to work. 'Shit, work!' I said, springing naked from my brother's bed. ***** That, dear Diary was yesterday. Now I have to run. I need to get to work again. Grant and I have to talk, but I needed to capture this now, while it was fresh. I'll be sure to update you. licks and kisses, nikki