My sister likes to sleep in her underwear. I know this because I like to watch her sleep. Standing there in the doorway to her bedroom looking at her black silk bra and panties against her pale flesh that is filled out in all the right places. Her silky blonde hair flowing over the pillows and getting caught between her sensuous lips. Her breasts not overly large but just the right size, the amount that would fit in my hands with enough over flow that would fill my mouth as I sucked on her erect cherry nipples. The peach fuzz in her cleavage that would lead me down the path of her flat stomach, with just the slightest bulge before I would find the soft mound of hidden flesh that I desired. I could only imagine what it would be like to run my hands up her legs and over her thighs, grasping and lightly pulling down those panties that would block my view, slowly revealing her soft, moist, pussy. Grasping her firm ass I would lift her loins up drinking in her smell, the perfume of the flower that I coveted. I would lower my face down to that pulsing mound, tongue extended, salivating at the thought of the taste that I love.
This is the point in my dreams that I would get to before I would wake up with the uncontrollable urge to go back to her door and stand there, watching her sleep in glow of the moon. The days of early autumn were my favorite time to watch, she would sleep with her window open just a crack sending a cool breeze across her chest and her nipples would firm up and push against the restraint of her bra. I would love to release them from their prison, set them free so that I might grasp them gently in my teeth, lick them with my tongue, and surround them with my lips. Goose bumps would form on her exposed skin and I would long to warm it. Her panties would often get caught in the cleft of her ass I would have to threaten myself with physical harm to stop form tugging them out.
For years I would go through this torment, first just going to visit her about once a month and then weekly then daily. I could not get enough, never satisfied I decided on a drastic course of action. I joined the military and moved to the other side of the country, but even there she haunted my dreams and thoughts. When I was with other woman she would be on my mind, their bodies would become hers, and I would lose myself in the madness and call out her name as I came. Knowing now that I was cursed forever I headed back home, anxious to see her and scared of what the outcome might be. For if she rejected me than I would be lost forever, wandering the earth looking for her twin and nightly facing the dreams that would never come true.
When I arrived home she was getting ready to go out for the night with friends. Dressed in a see through white silk shirt that cut away to reveal her pierced belly button and patent leather skin tight pants that were so tight I could make out the lips of her pussy. She had let her hair grow out so that it fell down to the middle of her back and she wore bright red lipstick on her voluptuous lips. When she saw me she ran up to me and gave me a hug that almost killed me. To feel her breasts through that thin shirt against my chest almost caused my heart to burst. The closeness of her pussy and the smell of her perfume were maddening. Needless to say when she asked me to go out with them I said yes.
So out we went to local bar where we drank and talked and laughed with her friends, until, after a short break in the music she asked me to dance. Not being a good dancer I started to refuse and then thought differently, for the dance floor was filled with people and we would have no choice but to dance on top of one another. Little did I know this was all part of her plan. She led me to a dark corner of the dance floor and I took this to mean that she did not want to be seen dancing with me, which was only part of the truth. For when the music started she grabbed my hands and placed them on her exposed hips and moved up so close that we could have blended as one. Straddling one of my legs she began to grind her hips and rub her breasts up and down my chest. Her hands moved down my back and grasped my butt, which she massaged with her fingers. Her hot breath tickled my neck and I could feel the bulge in my pants begin to grow. She must have noticed the look on face because she laughed and whispered in my ear "Come on now don't think you're the only one who gets to have fun. All those years of watching me from my door way, I think I deserve at least this one dance." With that said her hands moved from my butt to the growing bulge in my pants, which she began to forcefully stroke with her fingers. I started to move my hands down her hips cupping her ass and stoking her pussy from behind. She must have enjoyed this because she started moaning softly as she licked my throat and chest. Her grinding suddenly became more frenzied and her stroking of my penis started to speed up until we both could hold it no longer. She threw her head back and barely stifled a cry as I blew my load inside my pants.
