All characters involved in all sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. Enjoy!
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There I was, in my room late at night, jerking off as usual. I found some videos to watch while doing the act, but nothing special. I was watching this one scripted video where the dude snuck into his "step-sister's" room at night, and found her masturbating. The two of them eventually ended up going through the normal back-and-forth of oral, then proceeded to have sex. Nothing surprising.
While I was watching that video, I thought about what would ACTUALLY happen if someone did that. I didn't live with any stepsisters at the time, nor do I now, but I did live with my parents and younger sister. Isabella, my younger sister by two years, had just recently turned 19. I figured that if I were to sneak into her room, she'd be asleep like a normal person at 2 am.
Asleep. She'd be asleep. I stopped jerking off entirely, now thinking about going to her room. But I couldn't seriously go into her room, since she's my sister. The idea, however, didn't fade. I only started considering it more seriously. She'd be asleep, so no harm done, if I sneak in, right? And if she woke up, I could just say that I thought I had left something in there, and leave.
The porn video had by then ended, leaving me with nothing to distract me from the temptation of sneaking into Isabella's room. I felt my heart beating faster, as I slowly convinced myself that it would be fine. So I slipped my boxers and shorts over my boner, and stood at my door, confronting myself.
"Yes, I'll be fine, I can do this," I whispered to myself. I creaked open my door and padded down the hall to my sister's room. I lightly knocked, hoping for no response. After a moment of silence, I placed my hand on the handle, my heart racing. Never before in my life had I done something so carefully slow. I finally got the door cracked open, and gradually eased it forward enough that I could slip in. I left it ajar behind me, placing one of her various shoes at the foot of the door, to keep it from drifting back open.
"Hey." I hissed, seeing if she would respond. Once again, nothing. I then realized that I needed an actual excuse for being in her room, so I started trying to think of something that I might've left earlier in the day.
As I was contemplating, Isabella shifted, nearly scaring the shit out of me. She had turned onto her back, with her comforter draped across her midsection and the top half of her legs. I took a moment to admire her physique. Her smooth, lightly tanned legs led upwards, disappearing under the comforter. My eyes drifted higher, towards her upper chest, and face. I had never really taken time to get a good look at my sister from a non-older brother's perspective, but I did then.
I could tell her breasts were nearly C-cup-sized, giving her the look of an attractive young woman. I blushed to myself at this, hitting myself inwardly at the perviness of my thoughts. But those thoughts were still true, and so I stayed where I was, in my little sister's room, at 2 am.
Then she shifted again, moving the comforter off of her entirely, and splaying herself out on her bed. I looked across her body, feeling my dick growing in my boxers. I knew that I shouldn't have been looking at my sister like that, but that didn't stop me from doing so.
That was around the time when my brain stopped controlling my actions, and my cock started making decisions on its own. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts, and into my boxers, just holding myself. I stood there for another minute, considering where I would go from there.
Then I took my hand back out of my shorts and reached over. I wanted to tap her shoulder, to see if she would react to being touched. So I reached over, and tapped her shoulder twice, waiting to see if she would respond. Luckily, she only snored lightly. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
I had to make up my mind. Do I go any further, or escape while I still can? If I were to get caught doing anything to her, it most likely wouldn't lead anywhere good. On the other hand, I was very horny at that point, and very excited about the possibilities of the situation. I knew I would have to get myself off one way or another.
My anxious cock made the decision for me. I slowly took hold of one side of her sleep shirt, and carefully pulled up on it. I repeated that action on the other side, going back and forth until the bottom hem of it was edging on the underside of her breasts. I was sweating by this point, I was so nervous. Pulling by each side of her shirt, I finally revealed her boobs to the chilled nighttime air.
From the instant of the reveal, I couldn't take my eyes off them. My hand shot back into my boxers, gripping my hard length. I was practically hypnotized. Without realizing it- it must have been a strong inner desire- I extended my arm, reaching for her chest like a zombie. Who knows, maybe I moaned like one too, though it would've been more of a " horny perverted zombie" moan, rather than an "I want to eat your brains" moan.
As my arm reached out, I became more aware of it, though not enough to stop myself. The temptation of her perfect exposed breasts was too much for me to handle. My middle finger came into contact first, and I froze.
Shit, was I about to wake her up? After a moment of stillness, I slowly glided my finger around her boob, feeling the goosebumps rise on the contours of it. I slowly circled it, gradually getting closer to her nipple. I had never in my life been more nervous. Or aroused, for that matter. Right before I got to her nipple, I pulled my left hand out from my shorts and held both my hands above her boobs. I knew I would have to jack off soon, or I'd bust a vein. I lowered my hands, praying she wouldn't wake up.
And then, it happened. I legitimately had my sister's boobs in my hands. While she was fast asleep. I couldn't believe I had the balls to do it, but I did. I held them for a minute longer, savoring the feeling. They were so warm and wonderfully squishy and just felt absolutely incredible in my hands. I could feel her stiffened nipples pressing into my palms. I didn't dare move much, figuring movement would probably be the last step to waking her.
I reluctantly drew my hands away, immediately wishing I had stayed where I was for just a few seconds longer. I took the sides of her shirt and taking one more good look, very carefully pulled it back down over her breasts and stomach. I backed away, and left the room, making sure to close the door behind me. I then rushed to my room, threw myself onto my bed, and jacked off, cumming harder than I ever had before. The whole time, thinking of how perfectly her cute-ass boobs fit into my hands.
After cleaning myself up, I lay there, replaying the actions of the night over and over again in my head. I ended up masturbating to the thought of my sister and her tits again, before finally falling asleep.
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For the next few nights, I would lay in bed, only thinking about Bella. Thinking of how I touched up my own little sister, and she didn't even know it. I knew that I was already growing an unhealthy obsession, but I didn't much care. The fact that she was supposed to be off-limits for me, her older brother, probably only fostered my attraction to her. I knew that soon enough, my memories of that night wouldn't be satisfactory anymore.
Nearly a week after the first time I snuck in, Bella had a big soccer game for her university. Her team, the Panthers, managed to make the winning score within the last minute of the game, solidifying their place in the finals. After the team celebration, our family went home for the night. Our parents even let us have some of their whiskey, and we all hung out for a bit, before going to our respective rooms for the night.
I realized during our family hangout time that if I wanted to sneak into Bella's room again, that night would be the ideal time to do so. Around 1:30 am when everyone had been in bed for a bit, I was starting to feel a little antsy. Excited about what I was going to do, but nervous all the same.
After waiting for as long as I could possibly stand it, I got up out of my bed, and stood at my door, listening for any potential night-time roamers. Hearing nobody, I crept into the hall, and down to Bella's room. I gently put my ear to the door, to listen for movement. Nothing. I eased the door open, and fully closed it behind me. And there I was, back in my little sister's room. At night, while she, along with the rest of my family, were asleep. My heartbeat rising, I tiptoed to the side of her bed.
"Hey!" I whispered and thankfully got no response. I rustled her shoulder a bit, but she just turned her head to face away from me. Perfect. Like the previous time, Bella had her comforter draped across part of her. Though this time, it had strayed more upwards, revealing the clothed lower half of her body to me. Fortunately for me, she had decided on a light outfit for bed and was only wearing a skimpy pair of panties along with some unknown nightshirt. I stared at her panties, willing them away.
The idea to pull them down soon came to me, but I wasn't too sure if it was a great idea. I bent down, putting my face near her covered snatch. I reddened a bit at what I was doing but didn't stop. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, relishing her intoxicating scent. I nearly fell over from how distracted I was.