THE FIRST NIGHT
The house was asleep.
Except for me.
I was lying in bed, wide awake, my mind awhirl, with my fingers wrapped tightly around my penis. Lying next to me, fast asleep, was my little sister Jane. Her breathing was as deep and regular as waves on a beach, and I knew that she was immersed in her own dream world, swimming in the deep ocean of her subconscious. I wondered what was happening for her, what strange adventures she was having.
Jane has always been hard to wake once she is asleep and that knowledge was doing me no good at all. What on earth made me think that fondling myself while lying next to my sleeping sister would be a good idea? What would she think if she woke? What would I say? How would I explain that it wasn't anything untoward, nothing incestuous. I should take my hands off my cock and go to sleep, I told myself. But some mad impulse made me ignore my thinking mind.
I'm not normally confronted by this kind of problem, but we were travelling and staying for a few days at our uncle's. We were hitch hiking across the country on our way to our dad's house in fact. Our folks had been separated since we were teens and he'd moved away. We decided to pay him a visit after her 18th birthday, to reconnect. We'd both spent a lot of years blaming him for what happened, especially Jane, and it was time to let go of that. Becoming a legal adult seemed like a good opportunity to do so.
So here we were, couch surfing as we made our way up the country. Our dads brother suggested that we stay with him for a few days on the way and get to know him again. We accepted gratefully. The spare room had one king bed, but we had separate duvets and anyway we weren't worried about sleeping in the same bed. We did it for years on family holidays. We'd seen each other in our undies lots of times in the past (although not since we'd grown up I guess) and sleeping in our pyjamas next to each other was hardly something to feel uptight about.
Not uptight maybe, but in the dark hours I discovered that I was definitely feeling something. In those deep drowsy recesses of the night everything seems different. I love my sister, feel protective toward her, but something else had begun growing inside me now. Feeling her warmth lying next to me, her scent filling my nostrils, was intoxicating me. I could smell her hair, some kind of fruity shampoo, and her girlish perfume, now mostly worn off by the activities of the day. And beneath it all an undertone of sweat and skin. My cock fattened and I couldn't help touching it gently, then squeezing it in my hand.
Nothing incestuous? Who was I kidding? It was HER scent, HER proximity that had fuelled my ever ready lust. She'd always been cute, fresh faced and full of life, but this was something else.
I knew she trusted me, relied on me. I was her safety as we travelled, her immovable rock. One part of my mind was reassuring me, telling me that I would never take advantage of that. The other part had just stopped thinking about consequences. Unable to stop myself, I crept my hand under her duvet.
The rational part of me was shouting 'stop, you have to stop' inside my head. My throat felt swollen and full and I was trying to keep my breathing soft and quiet. I was lying on my back, she on her side facing away from me, but kind of 3/4 facing down. My fingers touched her back where her t-shirt had ridden up, gently stroking that smooth skin above her buttocks. I love those fine hairs there, at the base of the spine. I'd normally spend ages teasing a girl there with gentle tickles, but then the girls aren't usually asleep when I do that. I crept my fingers lower, stroking her over her flannel pyjama bottoms and she stirred a little, shuffling her bum and pushing against me. I wondered if my gentle caresses had entered her dreams, who it was that she imagined caressing her so.
I very carefully moved my hand to the elastic at the top and started to ease her pyjama bottoms down. It took ages. I worked patiently, every cm a victory, stopping often whenever I sensed she was starting to surface. It must have been a good half hour before I had uncovered her bum. I imagined her pale skin, the curves and sweeps of her arse like something from the lurid mind of a pervert luthier. My cock was hard and throbbing by this stage, leaking a little at the tip. I really wanted to pull back the covers and have a good look at her nakedness but I didn't dare. I wanted to pull her exposed flesh against my throbbing erection and bring myself off between the cheeks of her arse, pumping semen over her back. But I didn't dare.
Instead I lightly touched her, around where I guessed her pussy was peeking from between her thighs, and started to gently explore. I discovered she has hair around her anus, and it was the most erotic thing I could imagine. I stoked and caressed, touching her crinkled anal ring lightly with my fingers, feeling the puckered skin. I worked my finger around and around, aghast at myself for the violation of my sister, the abandonment of any sense of decency or morality. This was plain wrong.
I pulled my cock out of the front flap of my pyjamas, lubed my fingertip with precum and moved it back to her anus. I rubbed around it, the ring of muscle like a tight rubber grommet, and started working my way in it, dipping the tip of my finger into her back door. I licked my finger, tasting the musk from her sweaty arse after a day of walking and hot sticky car rides, then carefully moved it back, foraying further afield to touch her slowly engorging labia. To my excitement and delight I found a hint of moisture seeping out, and I smeared it around her swelling lips, lubricating them. Then it was back to her anus, slowly working my finger inside, a bit at a time, in and out. So slowly, so carefully, until eventually it was in up to the first knuckle, gripped by her smooth tight anal passage.
