I awoke suddenly at the feeling of someone else on my bed. I opened my eyes to find Tamara hovering over me. I could only just make out her form in the darkness. She was just in the process of swinging her leg over my torso. Before I could respond, her weight was resting on my body and my arms pulled under her knees.
"Tamara... what are you doing?"
"Sssshhh," she whispered, "I know you want this."
She scooted forward until she was sitting on my chest, my chin pressed against her. She was wearing a revealing night gown which did little to hide her form. In fact, it did quite the opposite. I averted my eyes from the outline of her full breasts, her erect nipples pushing visibly through the fabric. She was apparently also wearing no panties. I grimaced at the feeling of her pubic hair rubbing against my chin.
"Tamara? What are you doing?" I asked in panic.
"You don't have to pretend anymore. Just lay back and enjoy this."
She sat up and scooted forward on her knees. Although it was hard to make out much detail, it was clear that I was staring directly up at Tamara's crotch.
"What are you talking about?" I said in a panic. "I don't want this!"
"Sssh. Sssh. It's OK. Don't talk." She began to lower herself toward my face. I took a deep breath and I braced myself for the inevitable.
"What's going on here? Tamara?" I suddenly heard a new voice. Krista? Tamara paused.
"K-Krista...,' Tamara stammered, "This isn't what it looks like."
"It looks like you're about to use my sister's face for something naughty." Krista pointed out.
"Well...," Tamara replied, "Then I guess this is exactly what it looks like."
"Why are you doing this to her?" Krista asked. I sighed in relief. Krista would put an end to this.
"She deserves it. She's always such a bitch. You know it's true."
"Well, sure... she certainly can be. But I've come to accept that it's just how she is." What was she saying? I hadn't ever been a bitch to my sister, had I? I mean, I'd sometimes told her what to do, but I viewed that as part of my role as a parent figure.
"Well, I don't accept it. I'm going to teach her a lesson... you're welcome to join me."
"I couldn't!" Krista exclaimed. "Mostly because I wouldn't know where to start." She laughed.
"It's easy. Just watch me, and I'll show you how it's done. Although, you can start undressing if you like." What was going on? Everything had turned surreal. I wasn't sure what I found more shocking: her warm, wet, and hairy pussy covering my mouth and nose or watching my sister out of the corner of my eye as she stripped naked, watching Tamara intently.
"I'm getting wet just watching you," Krista giggled, "I can't wait for my turn with her." How could my sister treat me this way? It didn't make any sense.
In response, Tamara began rubbing herself on my face. It didn't take long before she was breathing heavily, and moaning. Suddenly, she was overtaken by orgasm and she clenched her legs against my head, pressing roughly against my face as cum poured out of her, covering my face. Her cum filled my nose, and I opened my mouth to breath, but it was immediately filled with her juices as well. It poured down my face, drenching my pillow. I choked, unable to breathe. I tried to spit it out, but more kept pouring into my mouth. I was literally suffocating. As I started blacking out from lack of oxygen, I watched as Krista's naked pussy replaced Tamara's over my head.
"How am I supposed to have a turn when she's about to suffocate in your cum!" Krista exclaimed!
"She doesn't have to be conscious for you to use her face." Tamara replied.
"Ooh. Good point." I watched as Krista's pussy descended toward my face just as I faded into unconsciousness.
*****
I jolted awake. What the-- I was still out of breath. What the hell that? Obviously, my fears were starting to manifest in my dreams. The more I dreamt of Tamara and I in sexual situations, the more I became afraid of it happening, and the more I was starting to dream about it. It was a vicious cycle. Why was my sister in my dream though? The thought of Tamara using me that way was bad enough, but my sister? I shuddered.
Suddenly, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed the faint outline of something above me. It was fairly white in the darkness, but I couldn't quite make out specifics. Apparently my mind was playing tricks on me, or my dream was still too recent. It looked exactly like the outline of an ass, and it seemed to be getting bigger. A moment later, by breath was cut off as my head disappeared into what I could only surmise was the firm, heavy, and warm embrace of someone's ass.
"Mmmmmmph!!" I protested, struggling. I had been mid-breath. What was going on? I was already out of my breath from my nightmare, and someone was sitting on my face again? Was it Tamara? I couldn't tell, but I was already too weak to struggle. I tried to pull my head away, but I felt hands grab my hair and force my face tightly between the smooth, but firm cheeks. They held tightly, not letting me have a moment's reprieve. I expected the ass to lift off my face momentarily and give me a breath of air, but it didn't. I started to panic as my lungs began to burn. I struggled my hardest with my last bit of energy as I started to see spots. I felt myself slipping back into unconsciousness.
*****
I opened my eyes. The light was shining brightly through my window and my head was pounding. What a miserable night. I must have slept a long time for it to be so bright outside. I felt incredibly disoriented. My dreams had felt so realistic, particularly that last one.
I stretched. My entire body ached. I felt exhausted. I couldn't help think about the last few days. Part of me wanted to believe it was all in my head. The rest of me knew there'd be something just as wrong if the last weekend came from my imagination. What did this mean? What was my relationship with Tamara now? Was her abuse over? Somehow I doubted it, but I felt powerless to do anything about it. I didn't even begin to have an idea how to fix things.
What I hated perhaps most of all, was that I couldn't even be free in the solace of my nighttime isolation. I was still feeling nauseated from that first dream, and the thought of Tamara using me that way. Forget about Tamara, the thought of Krista using me that way. What was wrong with me? I rubbed my eyes and slid my arm under my pillow. My arm brushed something, and I pulled out a pair of panties from under my pillow.
How had these gotten here? I shuddered and dropped them as I remembered that Tamara had left them behind. I paused as I recollected. Hadn't I hid them away under my bed? I could have sworn I remembered doing that. I carefully grabbed them at the hem and lowered myself over my mattress and started to stick the panties under the bed when I noticed another pair already there. Two pairs of panties? I was so confused. Where had this new pair come from? Tamara hadn't been in my room last night, had she? My memory was so fuzzy. I was so exhausted and, coupled with sporadic dreams, I couldn't seem to remember much clearly.
That last dream *had* felt more real, but that was my imagination, right? I would know for sure if Tamara had snuck into my room and smothered me unconscious, wouldn't I? She *had* expressed an interest on the trip home of smothering me until I blacked out. Of course, that could have been what triggered the dream too. Nevertheless, I still had a pair of, presumably, Tamara's panties in my hand. I tossed them under my bed too.
If Tamara had been in my room last night, what did that mean? Was I not even safe in my own bedroom? Damn it! I wished I could remember clearly what had happened.
I wandered downstairs cautiously, it felt like it had been so long since I'd been in the comfort of my own home. I was beginning to think that camping trip would never end. I looked around, but there was no one to be found. The house was silent.
"Krista?" I called out loudly. There was no answer. I ate breakfast quietly, still trying to figure out what I should do. I could tell Krista what had happened, but I wasn't sure she'd believe me. In addition, I couldn't help but remember the blackmail photos and recording Tamara had of me. I wasn't sure I was ready for those to get out.
After eating, I drove myself to the hardware store and picked out a door knob with a lock on it. I didn't know if Tamara had entered my room last night, but I knew one thing for sure. I'd feel a lot safer with a lock on my door.
I spent the better part of the afternoon figuring out how to install it. I definitely was not the most mechanical of individuals, but I had the determination to see it through. I refused to sleep in my room another night without a lock on the door.
