It was late at night; worst time for decision-making. Moreover, after a few beers and some porn browsing, Jake was fairly lightheaded, boxing with his sheet, while the room spun around him.
He sat up, drenched in sweat, and the nausea slowly subsided; he rubbed his closed eyelids and throbbing forehead. After a brief while, he got up and hurried to the bathroom, letting the ice-cold tap water run on his face for several minutes.
The reflection in the mirror was not particularly flattering; bloodshot eyes, an uncombed, water-dripping, stubble, greasy unruly hair. He dried his face with a towel and stood still for a few more moments, drunkenly inspecting his reflection.
Finally, he got tired of wishing for better looks and returned to the living room; ready to head back to his room, perhaps browse for some porn—an ejaculation could be all he needed finally to fall asleep. Then, he noticed the half-open door to his older sister's bedroom.
He froze, intensely staring at the dark opening; it had only been two weeks since he moved in with her, finally escaping the parental nest, and was free to do as he pleased—more or less.
With an intense fire burning in his loins and the haziness of his half-drunk half-hangover mind controlling his movements and thoughts, he stumbled, as quietly as possible, to the door; he peeked inside and—grateful to the full moon and a streetlamp illuminating the room through the half-closed shades—saw his sister lying supine in her shorts and crop top, her large, round breasts appearing to his hazed mind as two unconquered peaks ready to be claimed.
Her breasts heaved up and down from her slow, deep breathing, and as Jake reverently stared at her, his body temperature increased and blood quickly rushed down south. He glared down at the tenting of his sweatpants and a wicked grin decorated his face.
Lora, his sister, drew a deep breath, which caused her chest to rise; Jake gasped, when she stirred and lay on her side, unknowingly presenting her ass to him. Her shorts had slipped into the crack, offering him a magnificent view.
The buzz having subdued all his inhibitions, he pulled his erect cock out; he stroked, his eyes fixed on Lora's firm, round ass and long, toned legs. He jerked off fervently, but, the alcohol in his bloodstream made reaching a climax near impossible; his arm grew tired.
His sexual desire enhancing his lightheadedness, he took a few cautious steps inside the room, cursing under his breath the lightly creaking floor; Lora's dreamy moans echoed loudly inside his head.
Jake stood right next to her bed, his organ mere inches away from his sister; he continued to stroke and the shivers going up his spine emptied his mind of all thoughts, inhibitions, and restrictions.
Cautiously, he ran his fingers up her thigh, spending some moments on the smooth skin of her asscheek, then gently caressed her lower back; in her sleep, she moaned and sighed, squirming faintly under his tender touch. His grin broadened, as he continued to jerk off; abruptly, she turned on her back and, for a moment, Jake's heart stood perfectly still.
Her eyes remained, however, shut; relieved, Jake drew a deep breath, then went back on stroking his meat. He ran his fingers across Lora's flat, toned stomach, before moving lower and carefully pulled her shorts down. With both hands, he lowered her shorts below her ass, thusly exposing her pussy.
He rubbed her clit softly and watched her, in fascination, twitching and biting her lips; getting more brazen, he rubbed her outer labia, while still beating his throbbing meat.
Lora's lips parted; her heavy breathing caused her chest to move rapider, which increased Jake's excitement exponentially, yet he was still unable to come even close to an orgasm.
Overwhelmed as he was with lust, he moved closer to Lora's face; he rubbed her nipples over the tight-sitting shirt and his sister once more writhed and twirled in her sleep, muttering incomprehensible words and sounds. Jake rubbed the mushroom head of his cock on her cheek, very gently, then put it on her moist lips.
His lower back jerked, when Lora licked the head, her lips planting small, soft kisses on his pulsating member; he fought off the urge to seek for more and immensely enjoyed his sister's tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
Jake's grunts grew louder, as his sister's warm, wet tongue sent shivers up his spine; he watched her, in both enthrallment and horror, suddenly lifting her arm, reaching for his member.
"What the hell," she murmured, still quite dreamy, her hand wrapped around his shaft and the head between her lips. She shot up and stared perplexed at Jake still standing erect and petrified. "What the hell are you doing?" She demanded in frustration.
"I don't..." he gulped down, coughing up the words, still lost in the haze of former sensations. "I really don't know what to say," he finally muttered, completely at loss for words, his erect shaft still pointing at his sister.
"How long have you been..." she paused, her gaze unwillingly moving down to his phallus. "I guess, calling you 'little' brother is not that accurate anymore, huh?" Her lips curled and she tucked her hair behind her ears.
"I've been telling you for a while now, sis," he gave her a hesitant wink, and an even more reluctant smile.
"So," she thrust herself closer to him, still sitting crosslegged on the bed, "was it me sleeping that got you all worked up?" She lifted his cock with two fingers, giving it a thorough inspection.
"No, I..." he cleared his throat. "I don't know what got over me," he apologized, petrified. "Maybe, I drank more than I should...don't know."
"It's alright," she lifted her glance and stared right into his eyes. "I mean, you are a sick little pervert, but..." she sighed theatrically. "I don't know, maybe I'm still sleeping and this is all a dream, huh?"
She winked meaningfully right before she took him back in her mouth, this time her tongue movements deliberate and slow. His knees buckled, as jolts of pleasure numbed his spine; Lora cupped his balls, giving them a nice gentle rub, while slowly swallowing his center.
Lora looked up, with a watery gaze, and fought her gag reflex, as she took him deeper.
