Fucking My Sleeping Sister
She was such a brat.
But she was my brat. My sister.
And she was sleeping on the couch right next to me.
Her soft, smooth, 18-year-old body so close…
It was around two in the morning when Sasha, my younger sister, said goodbye to her friends, leaving us both alone in the house. With our parents away for the weekend, it was a surprise that she never threw a full-on all night party. I was glad, though. I never got on with Sasha’s friends. All eighteen, they were three years younger than me and saw me as the geeky brother. Even Sasha felt the same way—constantly teasing and berating me in their presence.
I hated them, but I also had a major crush on each one. Slim, young and beautiful, I could only dream of dating any one of them. These girls were made for jocks, not video game nerds like me.
But the hottest of the group, by far, was my sister. With long dark hair, a coca-cola shaped body, bright blue eyes, and pouty pink lips that were made for giving blowjobs, Sasha was my biggest weakness.
Although I knew it was wrong, I’d often fantasize about taking her bareback. And the day I saw her naked only cemented my warped attraction. I crept into the bathroom that day while she took a shower, jerking myself off as she washed her hair under the jet. She was oblivious to me spying on her, but I almost got caught when I groaned as I came. Since that day, several weeks ago now, nothing has ever been right in my sick little brain.
As the two turned into three, with me busy playing video games late into the night as always, Sasha nuzzled up on the sofa next to me and closed her pretty blue eyes.
“Why don’t you go to bed?” I said as I got stuck into the thick of my latest game.
“Leave me alone, Simon.”
“Jesus, I’m only making a suggestion.”
“I’m comfy here. If I bother you so much then you go to bed.”
I sighed and fixed my attention back to the TV screen. As hot as Sasha was, she was such a little brat sometimes.