I groan and pull my pillow over my head in an attempt to block out the giggling coming from next door. My twin sister, Grace, and her friend had gone to a Halloween party tonight, and they had stumbled up the stairs and into her room about 15 minutes ago. The giggling had started immediately, and hadn't let up.
I eventually fall back asleep, but wake up less than an hour later with a full bladder. With another groan, I fling the covers off and creep to the door. I open it slowly and listen intently to ensure everyone was asleep. You see, I sleep naked, and I'm not trying to cross paths with my sister or her hot friend.
I sidle along the wall to her door and listen again. The door is cracked, and I think I hear some rustling. Crap. I have to cross the doorway, so I have to be sneaky. I jump quickly across and run the last few feet into the bathroom and quietly close the door. Made it.
With a sigh of relief, I empty my bladder and mindlessly flush the toilet. I freeze as the water wooshes out. Fuck. That was loud. I move extra slowly as I wash my hands and creek the door open again. I sidle back towards my sister's room and listen at the door.
"Chase....Chase!" I hear whispers coming from the bedroom. It's Natalie, my sister's friend.
I'm about to ignore her and bolt back to my room when she says, "Please, I need your help...Chase, please."
I don't know what help she could possibly need in the middle of the night, but I've been there at a sleepover. Granted I was 10 and not 18, but nonetheless. I slowly push the door open and poke my head around the doorway, keeping my naked body covered by the wall.
I gasp at the site. My sister is passed out, snoring quietly on her bed, still dressed in her Halloween costume. She was a "sexy cop" dressed in a tight police officer outfit. But that's not what launches my heart to my throat.
Natalie is dressed as the "sexy criminal" to Grace's cop. She's in a skin-tight black and white striped dress. I can't tell if her tits are in a pushup bra or something, but they are spilling out of the top, with ample cleavage. Her long brown hair framing her face under a little black and white cap.
She's on her knees, sitting on her heels, at the foot of the bed. Her dress comes barely down to her thighs. If her knees were anything other than pushed tightly together, I would be able to see up to her panties. Her hands are behind her back.
I'm speechless as our eyes lock together and I feel my cock twitch. Her face melts as she sighs with relief.