So we could say that this story starts when I was young. At that time I had a very big problem with authority. I would act out. By that I mean that any time I got in trouble with my parents, I would wait until they fell asleep and I would get out of bed and sneak downstairs and break things. It could be a lamp or some dishes, whatever I could attach my anger to.
The morning after I would have these outbursts I would pretend to not know what they were talking about. Pretty typical toddler behavior, deny deny deny. If I was in a normal family this would have been corrected by some sort of punishment or the belt. That was not the case in this family; see in this family my step mother had decided that I was a sleepwalker. She felt confident in making this judgment because of her degree in psychology. She decided that if I had a strong emotional reaction to anything during the day that it could be expected that I would have a sleepwalking event that same night or very shortly thereafter.
She bought more books on the matter of sleepwalking and made sure to educate everyone including me and my stepsister, who was about the same age as me, about the perils of living with a sleepwalker. The biggest one being that under no circumstance do you ever wake a sleepwalker while they are sleepwalking. The only exception would be the case of safety. For instance if I was about to jump off a roof, or walk into traffic you would stop me.
None of the safety issues would apply to me because I knew that I did not sleepwalk, I was a pretender. I never felt bad about this though, I simply used it to let off steam, and sometimes to get what I wanted. For example; we would be at a store and I wanted a toy, or candy, and my parents did not buy it for me, they could expect that night I would have an 'incident' and they would now have to buy a new set of plates. It would not stay that innocent.
My father was a hard working business man who would leave for a week or two several times a year for work meetings. He was left by my whore of a mother for a younger man. I never met her; my father took custody of me at two years old and moved out. By the time I was four he had married my stepmother, who brought a daughter into the marriage, and that was that.
Once I was older I started to realize the power that I had. I would climb out of bed at night, bored and curious; I would look for other things that I could do that would interest me. Maybe I could climb into my mother's bed, or my sister's. I decided that I did not like sleeping alone so I simply crawled into my mother's bed and cuddled up next to her. It was a big shock to her the first time, but being the psychologist she was she said my name a few times and when she got no reaction she realized I was 'sleepwalking' and just went back to sleep with me beside her. I guess she figured it was better than me breaking things, and my dad was on a trip so everything was ok.
I kept this routine up for years. I would sleep with my mother if dad was gone. If dad was home I would sleep with my sister. I would keep up with breaking things every now and then just to keep the façade alive. Whenever I did that it was so routine that someone would start cleaning it up in the morning silent and wordless. To tell the truth I don't even know if they talked to each other about my bedtime visits. Again it did not matter because to all involved it was better than having to clean up glass or buy new plates, or a lamp, etc.
As the years progressed, and me and my sister's 18th birthday, so did my experimentation. My nighttime visits now would always include a small amount of groping. I found out that I loved boobs; I loved to feel the difference between my mother's and my sister's. They weren't blood after all so it was not incest. All in all it worked itself into a nice routine.
I had already lost my virginity before I upped the ante on my experiments so I knew how everything worked and what to do. I started to get naked and walk around the house as free a bird for a while before I would step into my mother's room. I would crawl into bed with her and become the big spoon. Next I would slip my hand up her night gown and squeezed her big boobs gleefully. She would say my name a few times before resigning herself to allowing me to do as I pleased to her. This time however I broke the pattern and let my hand work itself down her toned stomach and between the soft thighs. I pushed the fabric of her panties away and found her pussy. I shoved two fingers inside while my thumb found her clit.
She gasped hard and pleaded with me that I could not do this. She made no move however to stop me. I continued until she was halfway to orgasm before I violently tore her panties off. Then I finished her off without even cumming myself, and then I let myself fall asleep for real.
I continued these experiments on both my mother and sister until both of them started sleeping the way I wanted them too. My mother would sleep with a nightgown on and no underwear, and my sister with an oversize shirt and no underwear. Sometimes I would hump their ass cheeks with no penetration until I came. I would even allow myself to say a word or two while I acted, because people talked in their sleep, words like 'sis', 'mommy', and 'thank you', along with a grunt before I came.
The day that I went all the way was almost decided for me. I was downstairs doing a breaking episode and must have woken my mother. I had only thrown three plates against the wall when I heard her say my name from behind me. I had only been caught in the act a few times before but I knew what to do. I stopped in my tracks but looked straight forward like a zombie. Stark naked I stood in the middle of the kitchen.
"Come on baby, please come to bed" she said. "You can sleep with me".
"Pussy" I murmured.
"Yes dear you can play with my pussy," she replied.
At that she came and took me by the hand to lead me back upstairs. As she did I noticed that she saw my cock as full hard as it could be. I had the urge to see her naked as well, so before we made it to the stairs I stopped and would not allow her to pull me any further.
