In the middle of the night, Nick felt someone climb into his bed. With a sudden movement, the blanket that covered him was gone and his pajama bottoms hung around his ankles. Nick moaned. His cock tingled nervously, feeling oddly vulnerable, exposed so immodestly to the night air. He felt the sudden urge to cover himself with his hands, to hide his swelling sex from the world of his bedroom, but the moment he thought of it, his hands were batted away by a dark shadow and seemed to fade unnaturally into the clean white bedding, from whence he was helpless to free them.
Nick felt a weight on his body and looked up, seeing a shadowy figure leaning over him. He forced his eyes to focus and the shadow began to shift and fade into a woman's body. He looked again and saw his sister, Elisabeth, straddling him, the crotch of her black laced panties rubbing shamelessly against his hard cock. He felt the warm wetness of her pussy on him, the way he would feel the handle of a hot skillet.
The sensation was almost too much for him. Nick gasped and almost shouted his sister's name, but she put a finger to her lips and he was lulled into silence. She leaned closer and he could see the lovely swell of her breasts peering out of her bra, which matched her panties. With a famished hunger, Nick eyed the glowing white skin. Oh, how he longed to get his tongue underneath that black lace, to flick it against Elisabeth's hard red nipple. He wanted to close his mouth around it and suck. He wanted to cup the breast with his hands and feel its soft weight against his palm, to feel his fingertips press into her, the soft skin silently yielding. But his hands seemed bound and he couldn't do anything.
His cock swelled bigger against his sister. She moaned. It was the oddest sound. Nick didn't know whether it was the most slutty thing he had ever heard or the most innocent, but it sent such a wave of passion though him that he didn't really care. He looked at the image of his sister again. Something was wrong about the way she looked. And then it hit him.
Elisabeth didn't own any black panties! She was wearing their mother's underwear, the ones he had seen in the laundry he sorted yesterday! He picked his head up, perhaps to protest and then set it down again, silently submitting to her, horribly eager to satisfy her every fancy. But he still had enough pride to be embarrassed about it.
She bent lower, her mouth tracing a line down the muscles of Nick's chest. He gasped lustily. Her tongue on him felt so good! Elisabeth's crotch lifted from his engorged member, and the sudden sensation of cold air against his cock was almost enough to make him come. He winced and took a deep breath, trying desperately to hold on longer. If he came now, she might leave and then he'd miss out, so he just had to hang on. He had to!
Her mouth traveled lower. He tried not to think of it inching closer and closer to his twitching member, because if the idea hit him at once, he would explode all over his bedspread.
When the wet warmth of his sister's mouth began to envelop Nick's cock, he thought he was going to drown in it. He saw her beautiful pink lips parted around the flesh of his hard sex and almost went insane from the pleasure. The warmth seemed to flow upward into him, making him feel both light-headed and powerful. He felt like he was swimming underwater, it was so difficult to breathe.
Nick sighed, the pleasure filling him so completely he almost forgot to hold back. His sister's mouth began to bounce up and down on his hard cock. It was total ecstasy. All his inhibitions seemed to be lifted at once and all that was left was pleasure.
He allowed himself to really enjoy his sister's lovely body, the way her hair swayed, threatening to eclipse his view of her lips on his cock, the way her weight felt on his legs. He felt like he would just burst from pleasure.
His cock twitched. He wanted to fuck Elisabeth with every fiber of his being. He wanted to feel his cock sliding into her moist depths. He wanted to feel her enveloping him, to be part of her, connected. He wanted to feel himself penetrating her, making her yield, making her his possession.
Nick tried to move, to push himself onto her, but he couldn't. His whole body was immobilized. He tried to sit up, to wiggle his pinky toe, to find his hands in the bed sheet, but found himself completely helpless.
"Fuck me," Nick gasped. His sister simply laughed into his cock and kept sucking. His cock seemed to burn and itch. He seemed to tremble against the bed sheets. "Fuck me!" he shouted, and his sister's pace on his cock quickened. It was far too much for him. He came quickly, shooting his seed into his sister's mouth. He came so much that it overflowed onto his mound of public hair and into the bed sheets. The image began to fade but Nick was still bound by an unknown power and was helpless to stop it.
"Don't go!" Nick exclaimed, struggling to reach out and grab his sister by the wrist. "I don't want you to leave me!" But his sister giggled and disappeared into the darkness.
Nick awoke with a start and pulled the bed sheets off himself. Had it all been a dream? There was no sign anywhere that his sister had been in the room. His pajama bottoms were on and there was no cum on the bed sheet. Nick let out a tremendous sigh. He felt like a fool. Of course his sister wouldn't crawl into his bed and blow him! It had all been the fault of his sick imagination. Elisabeth was a good girl. What he just experienced must have been a dream. At least he hadn't woken up in a pool of cum. He didn't feel in the mood to hide any more laundry from his mother.
Nick laid back against his pillow and tried to go to sleep, but now that he was awake, he realized that he needed to go to the bathroom. He groaned and sat up. A glance at his bedroom clock told him that it was 4 A.M. If he got out of bed now he might have time to catch a couple more hours of sleep before he had to wake up for church.
