My little sister is only eighteen, and she is not what I would consider a pretty girl by any stretch of my imagination. Perhaps other men see her differently, but to me she's only my little sister. I'm three years older than her and so there were only a few times that we ever played together. I don't even see her as a female. She is another person in the family that happens to have long hair and sometimes wears dresses. That's to put my whole attitude regarding little Mona in perspective, and to explain my surprise when, on a fateful day last summer, that attitude changed 180 degrees.
I was returning home from college. Although the dorms were open during summer, I didn't feel like spending two months crammed in a small room with my roommate and his incessant TV watching. I took a cab at the airport that got me home around one o'clock in the morning.
When I got inside, everyone was asleep. I quietly tiptoed upstairs to my bedroom that was on the opposite side of the hallway from my parents' bedroom. The door to my parents' bedroom was closed as always. Daddy didn't want to have to get up and close the door every time he felt like rolling a leg over mom, and it was a rare night that he didn't feel like it. The door to my bedroom was open. I entered quietly only to realize that someone was sleeping on my bed. I looked into my sister's room. It was empty. I figured that my little sister for one reason or another, had decided to use my bed, and I decided to use her bed. To my surprise, her bed was not good for sleeping. I knew my sister slept on a waterbed. What I found out to my dismay was that the waterbed had been drained. I went downstairs and made myself comfortable on the narrow sofa. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, until I tried to turn. As I rolled over in my sleep, I fell out of the sofa and almost cracked my head on the coffee table.
"Oh, hell," I thought. "I'd rather be sleeping in my own bed even with the little snot next to me."
In the glow of the nightlight, I saw my sister's figure covered in a blanket from head to toe, sleeping quietly next to the edge of the bed. I went to the other side of the bed and crept under the light blanket. When we were both little, she slept in my bed many times during a storm. She was afraid of the thunder, and she would creep into my room, crawl under the covers and snuggle up to me, as though I could make the thunder go away. Although it was summer, my parents liked to keep the air conditioner low enough to use a blanket.
It made sleeping more comfortable, my father always insisted. I quickly fell asleep with the little snot quietly breathing on my side. It was just before dawn when I awoke with a strange feeling. I quickly realized that I had an erection, which wasn't so rare. A lot of times I woke up with a hard on, no big deal. I just as quickly realized that in my sleep I had crept close to my sister in a spooning position, and my hard on was trapped between her thighs. I tried slowly pulling it out, when she let out a sigh and shook her pelvis as though to better settle on the mattress. "Oh, shit!" I thought, "What if she wakes up and finds my dick between her legs! Jesus, what an embarrassment!" I froze in my position, breathing as quietly as I could with my heart pounding in my chest, hoping that my erection will soon dissipate, and solve my problem automatically.