Content Note: This story contains a taboo relationship (step siblings) and somnophilia that treads the line of dubious consent rather than noncon. If you need no further details to enjoy, keep reading! If you want to know more about the scene before reading, here is what I will tell you about it! Since it is written from the perspective of the person who is awake, I would like to clarify that he correctly reads her intentions when he finds her sleeping, and there will be a moment where she wakes up and her consent is communicated non-explicitly, before he continues!
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I've lost track of how long I have been standing here looking at her, the house still and quiet, unlike my heart. Late-afternoon light filters into her bedroom, making her exposed legs look divine. Her sleeping face is peaceful. It's not the first time I've looked at her like this, even though I shouldn't be looking. Not like this.
For some reason, she is in a plaid skirt and a white collared shirt as she lies in her bed napping. White panties poke out slightly, one leg jutting out to the side as she sleeps on her stomach on top of her bedding.
Seeing her in an outfit like that brings memories from high school rushing back to me. We haven't fooled around since that time. When we first moved in with each other, I had tried to suppress looking at her in her uniform. We were in the same grade, our birthdays only a month apart in the summer.
At night in the room next door to hers, I would watch porn with girls in skirts like hers, wondering what it would feel like to be inside her. Eventually she started making occasional visits to my room in the middle of the night. They had always felt like a fever dream - something we didn't talk about during the waking hours in between. Almost like it had never happened come the light of day. It had abruptly stopped when she had gotten a boyfriend. Which was fine, but I hadn't stopped thinking about her.
We were now attending separate colleges, both in our third year. We keep in touch, but we've never talked about our stolen nights from before, leaving me to wonder how she felt about them. If she thought about them like I had over the years. There had been other girls, but none that really...captured my interest quite as much as my step-sister.
I wonder what goes on in the dirty mind of a girl who hooks up with her step brother. I want to tear it all out of her and worship her for whatever fucked up fantasies she has.
Taking in the scene before me now makes me want to fucking ruin her. This picture, this perfect invitation she has laid out to me. She had been the one to take the risk before by initiating. Maybe now it was my turn.
"Fuck" I curse under my breath, letting out a sigh and palming my hard cock through my pants. I can't help myself...not while she's laying there so pretty and vulnerable. She had left the door open with her ass facing the doorway like this. My mom had left to surprise her dad on his work trip and the house was ours for the weekend. We were both home from college for the summer. Since we had come back, she had been...making those eyes at me again.
There was no risk of getting caught...which she knew when she left herself out for me like an unwrapped birthday present.
Before I can stop myself, I'm peeling my weight off the door frame to approach her bed. I set myself down tenderly, trying not to wake her up. I rest a hand on the back of her thigh and squeeze gently. Her body shifts slightly. My heart is beating faster than normal. Her face gives no sign of stirring.
Slowly, I trail my hand up her thigh until I'm caressing her ass. Her skirt tumbles up, revealing more of it to me. I'm tempted to squeeze it, hard, but I am wondering how much I can get away with while she sleeps...
My dick is so hard in my jeans from just looking at her and touching her. Keeping one hand on her ass, I use my other hand to wrestle off my belt and free my dick. I wrap a hand around my hardness and start stroking. Flashes of all the ways I've thought about fucking her build in my mind's eye, and I feel a renewed excitement that maybe we are rekindling our old flame.
She shifts on to her side slightly, but it doesn't still me. A flush of arousal hits me as I imagine her waking up and finding me here like this. Touching myself as I drink in her body with my eyes and hands. Turned on by her lack of awareness. Her vulnerability.
Now that she's moved, I can see that the top few buttons of her blouse are undone. Not enough to show off her breasts, but enough that I know what I want next.
The hand I was using to touch her grazes across her neck before slowly diving down beneath the cotton of her white shirt. I find one of her breasts and fondle her gently, a frustrated huff escaping my mouth. She still shows no signs of waking up.
Looking at her face I imagine her mouth wrapped around my shaft, bobbing up and down, humming like she did when she had sucked me off in the past. Feeling how wet she got from using her pretty little mouth for my pleasure always riled me up to a frenzied need to fuck her brains out.
The thought alone almost makes me come. I need to slow down. I remove my hand from her shirt before standing up to relieve myself of my pants which I kick away. I stand over her, her back arching her ass up to me slightly. I breathe in the moment before moving one hand to hold the back of her neck gently and letting my other hand slip between her ass cheeks to massage between her legs over her panties.
Nothing happens at first, but eventually I notice that she is holding her breath.
