A Sleepy Fetish My First Time

My 21 year-old sister Sharon had her friend, Natalie, over (both former cheerleaders, my sister is dark haired, always tanned, very pretty, very flirty; Natalie is blonde, sexy, same personalty). I was working out on a heavy bag I had installed on the back porch of our farmhouse (fantasies of getting knocked out myself--stories of which I plan to tell.) I had been jumped by some guys at school, and was worried that they'd drive by the house and attack me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Instinctively I turned and swung my right arm just as I realized that it was Natalie, wearing a very short white terrycloth robe. I connected with her jaw.

She just stood there for a moment, looking astonished, then dropped spread-eagle onto her back. She just lay there. Her robe had separated--revealing her nude body (she had just showered, was wearing nothing but her robe and had come out for some fresh air when she noticed me punching the bag). She lay there out cold for about two minutes before suddenly sitting up--(I must admit I found the sight incredibly erotic--and I did feel her up before fastening her robe). All she said when she woke up was, "Oh God!--You knocked me out, didn't you?"

I apologized profusely. After asking me how long she was out, she told me that she understood that it was an accident, stood up, said she felt a bit woozy but was OK.

I was anticipating a big scene from my sister, but no mention of the incident for about two weeks.

I was alone in the house when my sister barged into my room and yelled--"You knocked Natalie out? I'm gonna knock you out"--and then she just charged me, throwing me down onto my back. (We used to have some knock-down, drag out battles when we were much younger--but not since we were kids.) She jumped on top of me. I somehow grabbed her by the neck and pushed back--she said, "Stop it-really." I let go, and she backed off of me. "I would have passed out if you held on any more." Then she jumped right back on top of me, and I grabbed hold of her neck, pressing back. She reared backed into a kneeling position. I was facing her, pressing, watching as her eyes dilated, and her arms dropped to her side. She kind of trembled, I let go, and she fell face down. I rolled her over--she was out.

She stayed out for about 30 more seconds, then opened her eyes. They were still dilated, and I saw them re-focus as she regained consciousness. "Oh shit, I passed out, didn't I" she exclaimed, almost laughing. I thought I was in the bathroom, until I realized I was here. I must have been dreaming. I always wondered what its like to pass out. I feel like I just took 5 valium."

I asked her if Natalie was pissed about what happened, but my sister said, "No. I think she was turned on somehow! My sister then said that she was jealous that Natalie had passed out in front of me. My sister also said that after she almost passed out from being choked she was hoping that I would go all the way!

My sister glanced down--Just talking about the experience turned me on so much I had a raging erection pressing against the crotch of my jeans. Sharon noticed, then exclaimed, "Oh my God--and grabbed at my cock through my jeans. I'm so turned on!"

I responded, "We can't, can we? "

Sharon replied--let me just see! Kneeling, fumbling, she undid my belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, slid her hand over my cock. pulled it out, and grabbed my balls with her other hand--I just came--all over Sharon's neck and even onto her face. Oh my god. Sharon then, right in front of me, opened her jeans, slid her hands onto her clitoris, rubbed, shrieked, "Oh my god!", along with an explosive orgasm. When we regained some sense of composure, we agreed--this stays between us and us alone!

I eventually hooked-up with Natalie after I had moved into my own apartment. We made love for the first time after Natalie asked me what had happened after I knocked her out. She said that she often fantasized about the knockout and me looking at her nude body, touching her, fingering and making love to her while she was unconscious. There's even more to this story--but that's for another time.