I was staying over at 19 year-old my sister, Nicki's new one-bedroom flat overlooking the River Thames in London, and had come straight over after a nightmarish day at work in the City, nearby. I was 29 years old at the time, and my boss wanted me to resign as I cost too much for the small company I worked at; the younger staff all cost far less.
Nicki was being unhelpful, and nit-picking about all of the accounts that I was involved in and things I'd complained about in the past. This sort of passive aggression really wound me up, particularly as I knew the rather mercenary cause of it.
My sis and I had had a heavy night, drinking several beers in the bar downstairs, after which we came up and shared a half-bottle Jack Daniel's on her small 4th-floor veranda. We talked late into the night, discussing a lot of family issues in depth, and trying not to annoy each other too much. I loved my sister, but her over-simplistic viewpoints got my back up sometimes. After the last drink we'd both realised we were very drunk and it was time to go to sleep.
The drawback of staying at Nicki's place that night was that, because she'd just moved in, nothing had been unpacked yet, and you couldn't really move because of all the stacked boxes. The only sleeping option was that we'd have to share her disappointingly small looking double bed. While it suited her perfectly well being all of 5 feet 4 inches tall, I'm 6 foot 2 and a little thick of frame!
Regardless, as we'd spent two years back in our early teens sharing a bed at the family home in Hertfordshire, and had managed not to kill each then so, I agreed that it should be okay just for one night, now.
When we got into the over-crowded bedroom, Nicki went into her small en-suite, switched on a lamp, stubbed her toe on a partially assembled Ikea bathroom cabinet, swore and hopped around the room grasping her foot for a bit (much to my amusement), and commenced her night-time ablutions. I couldn't wait just to lie down and stop the room spinning, so I rapidly stripped to my boxer shorts and t-shirt and climbed into the small, comfortable bed.
As expected for a girl's bed it was extra soft and smelled of spring flowers and talcum powder. I could hear Nicki brushing her teeth in her en-suite, to the sound of running water. I felt safe; looked after, just like I always had all those years ago, asleep in my bed as a child at home. I finally started to relax, with the warmth of the whisky from earlier still tingling my throat and stomach. I felt sleepy.
I heard Nicki spitting out her toothpaste and gargling mouthwash as I was starting to drift off to sleep. She finished and I heard her turn off the lamp in the en-suite. Seeing me almost asleep, she quietly negotiated her way across the obstacle-strewn room to the other side of the bed. She quickly slipped into her nighty too, and landed slightly heavily, drunk, next to me. The last thing I heard was a whispered "Awwww..." as she probably saw me in the very early stages of sleep. I remember her shuffling about under the duvet as she made herself comfortable, switching off the light before curling up facing away from me.
I had a terrible dream! In it, I was running anxiously this way and that through empty corridors in my office building, looking for a faceless colleague who could help me with some unknown predicament. My panic level rose as I entered this office and that, looking for someone to help with a big problem that I didn't know the answer to. I woke up feeling as if I was falling, and glanced anxiously around the small dark room. There was a dim light from the veranda windows, coming from floodlights of the river promenade down below. The makeshift curtains I'd helped sis put up earlier before the bar trip didn't quick reach across the whole window.
Nicki had migrated towards the centre of the bed and her warm cotton-clad body was pressed up against me. Being single, I wasn't used to sharing a bed, and soon realised a slight problem. As usual I'd woken up with a hard on. Not normally a problem, but tonight it in slight contact with my sister's knicker-clad bum. Still very groggy, I was slightly aware that it actually felt quite nice. I knew though that it would soon go away if I just ignored it. I drifted back into a still-drunken slumber.
My sister was snoring very slightly when I woke up again, about 45 minutes later. This had the potential of being a very poor night's sleep! I sighed the deep sigh of the drunk, sleepy person, breathing in the pleasant perfume emanating from my sister. "How do girls MAKE that gorgeous smell?" I wondered to myself as I drifted back into another light sleep.
Sure enough, an hour later I woke again, and realised that Nicki had progressed further over to my side of the bed, this time sliding one of her soft legs backwards over mine. Again I noted the spicy, musky perfume coming off her limp, warm, sleeping body, and again her warm bum fully slotted in against my own. We were now fully spooning. I smiled in my sleepy state. Actually it was very nice having an attractive, vivacious young woman asleep against me once again. I'd missed this sort of physical contact. I slid my arm under hers and across her chest in a hug, and went back to sleep, breathing in the pleasant aroma of her hair.
"Dammit!" I thought when I woke up once again, another hour later. I'd have to be getting up for work in 3 hours and I still felt exhausted. I opened my eyes to look at the clock and realised I was way too hot. I slid the duvet off my torso, thereby removing it from most of my sister, who was now clasping my hand against her cheek as she slept. Her light cotton nightdress had ridden up her body a little. In the pale light I could see the rounded curve of her panty-clad bum.
"Actually she looks quite sexy like that" I thought in my drunken state. "Wait...what the fuck?...Don't think THAT again, please", I told myself. With another boner though, I couldn't quite let go of the thought, and after a short time I felt inquisitive. I slid the duvet further down to reveal her upper legs too. "Yes definitely sexy!"
Her upper leg was wound between my lower thighs now, that hard on wasn't going away! It was now in full contact with her cotton panties, which had somehow ridden up to reveal most of her visible buttock. I felt a stretch coming on and decided to let it happen. My body straightened and I breathed a deep sigh, feeling my cock slide pleasingly against the smooth flesh of Nicki's soft, well-muscled arse cheek. As this happened she stirred slightly, muttering something unintelligible under her breath and pulling my hand up to her mouth to kiss it.
Two of my fingers were in contact with her warm, moist lips, and I could feel her heavy breaths on my fingertips as she fell easily back into deep sleep. The familiar stir of sexual arousal flashed through my mind, as I suddenly became aware of every single nerve ending in my now throbbing cock. I shifted slightly, and once again felt a shiver of tingles as it slid nicely across her arse, this time landing in the deep, soft crack between her buttocks. I moved my fingers very slightly and they went a tiny way past her lips, just on the edge of her lower teeth, contacting her wet, hot tongue. The moisture there seemed to awaken some primal urge in me, as my cock grew impossibly hard. What was I doing?!
