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It's one of those nights again. Once more in the motel room, you find yourself in bed cuddled up to your sister, her eyes shut, softly breathing, face relaxed, out cold. Nothing could disturb her slumber, conking out the moment her head hit her pillow after teasing you with a “Good night, Andy!~ ” And yet you're still up, kept up with your mind screaming about a million things at once. It's almost like agreeing to eat your neighbor, shooting the hitman who was after you two, and killing your parents, amongst many other things, will do that to a person. As you begin to register the warmth of your pillow, you turn your head towards the warm sack of flesh and blood on your left that you call your little sister. Your eyes take in her sleeping form, taking note of how serene she rests. It's like she's got no care in the world, although she never seemed to have a care to begin with. You envy it sometimes.
Mindlessly, you begin playing with her hair, twirling a strand between your index finger and thumb. Once more, your thoughts are dragged back to your sister. There are many thoughts you have about her, some of which are violent, intrusive thoughts of wrapping your hands around her skinny neck in yet another effort of quieting her for good. Some of those thoughts you find to be unpleasant, nightmarish in the idea of blinking only to find that your sister is gone, never to be seen again. And some of those thoughts you wish never reared their putrid heads to begin with, never being entertained and being left to rot for all eternity. In the end, all of which are contributing to tonight's bout of insomnia. And the loudest of them, however, happen to be the latter of the three. After all, you totally had a panic attack tonight, leading to you crawling your way to your sister's bed and climbing in to comfortingly cling to her.
Nothing more.
...
Except...
The thoughts you previously left to fester have decided to bubble up viciously to the surface. Thoughts of gentle kisses and light touches. Thoughts that go beyond familial, that go beyond simply loving your sister. Thoughts an older brother doesn't, shouldn't, have about his little sister. You're quite familiar with them, frequent visitors that they are, but most of the time you bury those thoughts to the depths, never to see the light of day again. However, as previously established, they're once again being revisited. As your eyes continue taking in the sleeping form of your sister, your free arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her flush to your body while you continue playing with her hair, your gaze wanders to the swell of her chest.
… Admittedly it's not the first time you've directed your attention towards Ashley's tits. Admittedly it's not the first time the words “awesome fat tits”, her words, have repeatedly rung throughout your head. Admittedly it’s not the first time the thought of touching them has intrusively infiltrated your headspace. Admittedly it’s not the first time you’ve had the urge to lightly cusp one of her breasts, kneading it like dough to see her subconscious reactions. Admittedly, it’s not the first time these thoughts were successful in arousing you.
And admittedly… You know that it won't be the last.
You still, the hand playing with Ashley’s hair ceasing all activity, holding the strand loosely between your index finger and thumb. It takes you a few more seconds, perhaps minutes, to reflect on those urges. You know what you want to do isn't necessarily right. After all, your mother was right in one regard prior to sacrificing her to the demon; Ashley is your sister, for fucks sake. But that’s not it, you just wanted to be close, that's all. You had a nightmare, which led to an inevitable panic attack, which led to your sister welcoming you into her bed for the night. All you want is the closeness and comfort that comes from cuddling her, holding her close while your hands grasp at her, proving with touch that she’s not leaving your sight any time soon.
Nothing more.
…
But normal brothers don't feel the urge to grope at their younger sister’s tits.
In your desperate grasp at the façade of normalcy, the arm wrapped around Ashley's waist slowly moves up her body, stopping once your hand rests gently upon one of her clothed breasts.
In an instant, your eyes dart towards your little sister's face, studying it intently as you wait a few moments for any disturbances in her expression. The last thing you want is for her to wake up, take notice of what you're about to do, and use it to further tease you in the future. You can't help but think about how she has this way of getting under your skin. Smug with a shit-eating grin. You could almost hear her voice now, teasing you with a playful “Andy~, you're such a pervert!~ ” So annoying. “You must want me so badly you can’t keep your hands off me, huh?~ ” So fucking annoying.
Such thoughts are enough to get you hard.
You continue waiting a few more moments, ever so carefully studying her features for anything off. Your sister's eyes remain shut, relaxed, at ease. Her lips slightly part, soft breaths lightly inhaling and exhaling. Although slight movements occur here and there, her arms twitching, the subconscious attempts at getting closer to her older brother, you find no indications that she is anywhere close to waking. No signs of pink peeking between her eyelids, no signs of her breathing patterns changing drastically, no major movements that you would expect from one woken from their slumber.
… It’s during this moment that you think you should stop. Nothing about this is right in multiple senses. After all, if it wasn’t bad enough that you wish to touch your sister of all people, feeling her in her sleep certainly wouldn’t help the situation. You begin thinking of things that you could be doing instead. You could move your arm back around her waist and hold her close without continuing on with your nefarious wants. You could close your eyes and at least try to get some sleep tonight. Yes, you think to yourself, and metaphorically pat yourself on the back for not doing anything inappropriate as you bury your face into your sister's hair, allowing the scent of her cheap shampoo and body wash from her prior shower to put you to sleep.
…
You continue indulging in your urges.
Cautiously, you lightly squeeze the breast in your hand, your eyes trained on your sister's face. No reaction comes from her, no facial twitches, no peeking of her eyes, no slow, smug grins. Exactly as you intended. You understand that with how lightly you're squeezing her tit, your dear little sister won't feel enough to arouse her from her slumber. However, the sick, twisted curiosity within you is sure to remind you that it's not enough to arouse her. That won't do. You begin to lightly knead at the tit, the hand that had previously been playing with her hair prior to stilling finally moving to the other breast to gently tweak at the nipple.
You take notice of the sharp intake of breath from Ashley, her parted lips closing, yet there are still no signs of her stirring awake. … Good girl, Leyley… You continue on, gently flicking and rubbing at her nipples occasionally while getting lost in your thoughts. You’re careful in your approach, you have to be after all. You can almost imagine how your sister would react had she been awake. “Andy you perv~, ” she'd probably tease, “you always dream of touching your little sister like this?~ ” No, is what you would want to say. Not all the time, would be wishful thinking. But deep down, you know that it'd also be wishful thinking to hear you admit exactly how often you think about touching your little sister.
The quiet sound of a moan from Ashley brings you out of your thoughts, once more focusing on her reactions. With little change in her facial expression, you move your head up slightly, scanning your sister’s bodily movements. Although she continues to rest, you can't help but notice how she's begun squirming ever so slightly, subconsciously attempting to get closer to her older brother. You also take notice at how deeply and soundly Ashley sleeps, something that might have been more of a concern to you had you been doing literally anything else except groping your little sister as she sleeps. Firmly gripping a nipple between your index finger and thumb, you begin to pinch. Her legs squirm back and forth, squeezing themselves together.
Your eyes narrow, a small smirk on your face as your dick twitches at the implication. Yeah… Don't worry Leyley… You think to yourself, one of your hands leaving her breasts and ever so slowly trailing down to the edge of her shorts. Your sister's legs continue to occasionally squirm together lightly, another soft and quiet moan subconsciously escaping her as your hand makes its way inside her panties. It’s only natural that you expect yourself to help out your little sister. You're such a good older brother, playing the role so well as you’re determined to make Ashley cum.
After all, you already know what to do.
You know the circular movements of your index finger rubbing at your sister’s clit is enough to get Ashley's breathing to subconsciously pick up. You know moving your fingers a little further down to lightly stroke at her slick folds is enough to release a quiet whimper from your sister. You know teasingly entering her with the tip of your index finger is enough for a whine to escape her, Ashley’s cunt getting wetter as you remove the finger tip and return to gently stroking her folds. You know that putting pressure on her clit while pinching her nipple with the other hand is enough to turn her whimpers into another quiet moan. All these noises and reactions, all so cute and, dare you say, melodic to listen to, all successful in needing you to desperately relieve the pressure you’re feeling in your groin.
As you work on ensuring your sister feels immense sexual pleasure, a shameful feeling starts creeping in. It probably says a lot about you with how familiar you are with what gets her off. Admittedly, you know you’ve felt up Ashley enough times to memorize what hand gestures and movements will make her cum quickly. Hell, you’ve done this so frequently that you know exactly how many times your dear little sister can cum in one night. It's embarrassing, these are not actions an older brother should know how to do with his sister of all people. Yet despite your embarrassment, you can't help but begin a slow, calculated grinding against Ashley’s hip.
You would think it should take a lot more to get you this turned on. After all, what kind of freak gets not only aroused, but off on touching their little sister? The same little sister who the two of you came from the same womb from, shared the same parents through blood and DNA. Someone you grew up with your whole lives, someone you spent all your time with because someone couldn’t handle the thought of you spending time with anyone that wasn’t her. Fucking hell, someone you helped raise when your sad excuse for a mother felt her to be too much and your sad excuse of a father barely even made himself a part of the picture! What kind of freak gets this turned on over groping their little sister, stimulating their sister’s clit, thinking about entering her cunt and feeling her tight walls envelop their cock?
You, apparently.
And the thought only makes your hips jerk a little harder against your sister.
With renewed determination, the hand on Ashley's clit begins moving faster, her lower body starting to subconsciously rock with your hand’s movements. You are very familiar with this song and dance, your sister softly panting, occasionally whining. You immediately understood that she was close, and you were determined to ensure Ashley came first. It would be the right thing to do, a good big brother like you would do his best to get his cute little sister to reach climax before he does. Who would you be to deny her such pleasure? After all, once she cums, with how close you are already, it's not like she can deny you in return.
In the height of all the emotions you’re feeling, you move your head to gently connect your lips with the side of your sister's neck. You feel the urge to mark her, show the world that she's yours, but you know better. As if it wouldn’t already risk rousing your beloved sister from her slumber, having claimed Ashley in her sleep makes the possibility of her finding out what you do to her while she’s blissfully unaware increase significantly. Not only that, but having the world know that you claimed your sister, having Ashley know that you claimed her, would inevitably lead you to an abundance of issues you are most certainly not prepared to deal with. In spite of your internal debate, you continue kissing at her neck, lightly nibbling to at least satisfy the urge to mark your sister as yours.
The rhythm of your dry humping against your sister’s hip becomes more frequent, your hand rubbing at your sister's clit just a bit faster, yet keeping in time with your calculated clothed thrusts. Fuck, you're close. But you can tell your sister is close too, and who would you be if you didn't prioritize your sister's wants first. “Come on, Leyley…” you whisper, your fingers circling her clit, your other hand gently tweaking at her nipple, another quiet whimper escaping her lips. So fucking cute. “Come on… Be a good girl… Cum for your big brother…” You continue stimulating her clit with your index finger and thumb, moving your middle finger down to tease at your sister’s folds, feeling her gush as you dip the tip of your finger inside her. In an instant response, Ashley's subconscious rocking into your touch gets slightly faster before just as abruptly stopping.
The moaning whimper that comes from your little sister startles you, your near desperate humping faltering as you bring your head back up, your attention to your sister’s face once again, checking to make sure Ashley continues to rest. Just like the last time you checked, her eyes remain shut, no signs of pink peeking from between the eyelids. A small, slight smirk etched itself on your face as you removed the tip of your middle finger from inside your sister, bringing it back up to join your index finger and thumb as you continued to circle her clit. “Good girl, Leyley…” You know she isn’t awake to bask in the praise you whisper, but in your lust-addled mind, you know that it’s what she would want. “Praise me more Andy!~ ” Ashley would likely demand. Who are you to deny such a request?
You continue to whisper praises to your unconscious sister, taking notice of how Ashley’s legs begin squirming again, a whine escaping her as she subconsciously tries to move away. It’s cute, you think to yourself. It’s cute how easily my Ashley falls into overstimulation. Your desperate, cautious dry humping against your sister’s hip begins picking back up. As badly as you want to try and make her cum a second time, you know that you need to stop. Continuing on as you are right now with your fingers relentlessly stimulating your sister’s clit could potentially lead to her waking up, leading to the outcome you've been trying to avoid this entire time. You know that you need to stop, yet regardless, you continue stimulating her clit, all to listen to one more whine escape from your dear little sister before finally ceasing all movement and removing your hand from her panties.
You notice how parts of your fingers are wet, slick from your sister’s juices while you did your damnedest to make her cum. The thought of licking your fingers clean to taste her intrusively infiltrates your mind. Instead, you wipe your hand on the outside of your pants, close to your crotch so any wet marks your hand leaves behind will mix with any other marks that may show up as you cum. You move your head back down to once again connect your lips to Ashley's neck, your now free hand moving to gently hold your sister’s hand that was closest to your body. “Such a good girl…” You praise, continuing to whisper such words against her skin. “You did such a good job cumming for your big brother…”
Opening your mouth just wide enough for your teeth to ever so lightly graze the skin of her neck, you're once again fighting with the urge to mark your sister. You're so close to cumming, Ashley's been such a good girl this whole time for letting your hands roam the mounds on her chest and explore with fervour the bud that is her clit hidden below within her panties. Although, you think to yourself, a fleeting shameful feeling only mildly wrenching within your chest, she’s only been so good because she's been asleep this whole time. In spite of such a brief, sobering thought, you ruminate over the fact that you want to leave marks on her as a reward so badly. As you lightly put pressure onto her neck with your teeth, you muse over the fact that you want to bite down. You want to leave hickeys and bite marks not only on her neck, but her shoulders, her chest, her tits, her thighs, all over your sister’s body to show the whole world who really owns Ashley Graves. No one else can have her, not in this lifetime, not in the next, not in any time, she's yours. Over your dead body will anyone even think about claiming your beloved little sister, your Ashley.
With those thoughts in mind, your dry humping starts to become more desperate, the rhythm more disjointed. You're close, so fucking close, but humping into your sister’s hip while getting lost in your thoughts is beginning to not be enough. You know that you need something to get you over that edge. Then, in an instant, an idea reveals itself to you. While it might be risky, your lust-addled mind couldn’t care less as you move the hand previously groping Ashley’s tit to take the hand you were gently holding and begin opening it, spreading your sister's fingers out to an open palm. For what's likely the thousandth time tonight, you lift your head up once more to scan your sister's face, checking for any signs of her rousing from her slumber. And once again, you find none.
Using her lack of reaction as a go ahead, you briefly stop your dry humping long enough to bring your sister's open palmed hand to your crotch, wrapping her fingers gently around the outline of your clothed length. Immediately, you resume your desperate grinding against your sister’s hand. As you held her hand against your cock, you took notice of how her hand was surprisingly warm, nearly basking in it as the warmth aided in getting you off. Although, your mind supplements in yet another self-callout, that would be something to expect after you just spent the past few minutes as close to her as possible while making sure your dear little sister cums. Regardless, you continue to hold your sister’s hand to your crotch, moving her fingers to firmly grip at the outline of your clothed cock, thinking about a million things at once as you get closer and closer to climax.
Within the disjointed symphony that is your mind, the obvious thoughts begin to arise. You think about claiming your sister, marking her with bite marks and hickeys on any part of her body that you can get your teeth on, showing the world that she's yours, and yours alone. You think about moving your hands down to graze at her slick folds, shoving your fingers deep into her pussy, feeling the warmth and tightness of such a cavern as you listen to her moans and whimpers, thrusting your fingers in and out, in and out, all at a snail's pace. You think about lining yourself up to her unclothed folds, slamming your cock deep into her cunt, thrusting yourself in and out, in and out, all as fast and as hard as you possibly can, determined to see her unable to walk the next morning. You think about burying yourself deep inside of your sister as you cum hard, releasing everything you have into her, continuing to thrust through overstimulation, unable to stop yourself until you can cum again, and again, and again, filling her with your cum until her belly distends.
…
Oh my god you want to breed your little sister.
And the thought of accidentally, yet purposefully knocking her up is what makes you cum.
In an instant, a handful of things occur. Immediately, you remove your sister's hand from firmly grasping at your crotch, quickly replacing her hand with your own before your cum could begin seeping through your pants. It would have been absolutely mortifying had you ended up getting your cum on her. Then, all of a sudden, your thoughts cease. Reaching that release gives your mind time to relax in blissful silence. For a few moments you were able to focus on one thing at a time, experience that relaxingly peaceful serenity you’re never quite able to reach at any given moment. For a few moments, you completely forget who you are, why you’re here, and what you were just doing. For just a second, you were able to experience no worries whatsoever, all you could do was bask in the peace that came with reaching your climax.
And then you remembered who you are.
And just as quickly as the peace came, so did the internal screaming.
You can't help but feel embarrassed by your actions just now. You’re shameful of them, absolutely and utterly disgusted with yourself. As you spiral into what could accurately be described as post-nut clarity, you begin compiling a list of all the things you could have done tonight instead. You could have let yourself fight with your thoughts until they inevitably allowed you unfulfilling slumber. You could have simply cuddled with the warm body of your sister and left the night at that. Hell, you could have gone out for a smoke until you could feel your eyes drooping. Of all things you could have done tonight, molesting your little sister as she sleeps should not have been on that list at all.
For someone who likes to think of himself as relatively normal in spite of things, nothing about what you did tonight was normal for any sibling to do. No normal person feels the urge to grope at their sibling for the sexual gratification of it. No normal person sticks their hands down their sibling's underwear, stimulating them until their sibling reaches climax. No normal person fights with urges to see their sibling cum more times in one night. No normal person uses their sibling’s hand to hump and grind into, thinking about burying themselves deep inside their sibling and cumming to the thought of breeding them. None of those actions are the actions expected of a normal, well-adjusted human being.
You're disgusted with yourself.
Absolutely, utterly disgusted.
…
You feel no remorse for your actions just now.
…
… At the very least you should be able to claim that you got it out of your system. That's right, you think to yourself, entirely unconvinced with your next train of thought, you've essentially just indulged in your frequent urges, which should mean that your… curiosity… should be satisfied by now. No longer should you be feeling the urge to feel up your sister. No longer should you be feeling the urge to knead at her tits, occasionally playing with her nipples as you do so. No longer should you be feeling the urge to shove your fingers into her cunt roughly, thrusting them in and out at a brutal pace, forcing your little sister to cum more times in one night than you could count on one hand.
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…
… Deep down, you know this won’t be the last time your mind will revisit these topics. Of course, it’d be wishful thinking for you to openly admit so, but you know it to be true. You know very well that you can swear to hell and back that you won’t ever allow those thoughts and urges to rise up to the surface yet again, but you know better. Eventually it'll be one of those nights again, one of those nights just like tonight where you’re cuddled up to your little sister with the bullshit excuse you tell yourself to make yourself feel better. And when you are once again faced with such thoughts, such urges? Well… You know you already have a clear image of what you might do then.
But can you really blame yourself for all of this though? You can’t help but think about how it obviously makes perfect sense as to why these thoughts you often let fester occur. Of course it makes sense, your sister practically encourages them. Ashley can’t help but remind you of how you chose her as often as she possibly can, a decision which she clearly forced your hand to make. Had she not been her usual annoyingly loud, clingy, and possessive self, you wouldn't be thinking of her as frequently as you do, let alone in any way more than family ever should. Yeah… Like usual, you resign yourself to the idea that this whole situation is your sister's fault.
It has to be all Ashley's fault. When you give her your undivided attention that she demands, she’s the one who gives you this look, with her pink eyes sparkling, hearts practically in them, this smile that says that she’s got all she could ever want and more, as if nothing is more important in her life than your sole, undivided attention. It’s all entirely her fault for being so cute, sexy, dare you even say tantalizing, and you know that she has to be doing this on purpose. How could this not be purposeful? She wants your attention on a 24/7 basis, the frequent harassment of your ex-girlfriend is proof enough of that. With how she acts, it’s so obvious to you that your sister has practically been begging you to fall in love with her with how desperately she wants you to be entirely all hers.
…
But, as you move to give yourself space on this bed from the warm body of your sister, deep down, you also know that you would never allow anyone else to have your Ashley.
…
It's one of those nights again.
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… God you need a smoke.