All characters in this story are of course at least 18 years old and a creation of the author. If you are offended by incest stories I recommend you look elsewhere. This is just a fantasy. I hope you enjoy it.
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Shelby sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air. For a few seconds she was completely disoriented with no idea where she was or what was going on. She stopped for a second holding her breath, listening to what her body was trying to tell her.
She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and she could feel her lower body tingling. She vaguely remembered a dream of tangled bodies with the most extreme and intense pleasure she'd ever experienced, and then she was suddenly thrust into consciousness.
She could tell she had been on the verge of an orgasm her entire lower body was tense and sensitive. Her ultimate pleasure was so tantalizingly close, like a woman's wet dream but then she was wide awake and still rampant with unfulfilled desire.
Shelby let out her held breath with a sigh and looked to her left to see Adam, her husband sleeping peacefully. He was on his stomach with his arms above his head, she could see his short, golden hair looked nearly white in the moonlight. He was turned away from her, his upper body was uncovered and she could see the long muscular lines of his back and shoulders as he breathed softly and rhythmically, dead to the world.
At least her abrupt nocturnal arousal hadn't disturbed him. She was relieved and a little disappointed. She wished he was awake to help her out of her situation, but it was better that she hadn't disturbed him in the deep of the night.
She flopped gently onto her back trying to relax and hopefully get some more sleep, but after laying still for a couple of minutes, she could tell it wasn't going to happen. Shelby could feel heat radiating out of the mattress back into her skin, and suddenly their room seemed stifling and hot.
She flipped the sheet off of her feet letting them hang out of the side of the bed, but then she got freaked out by the feeling of them hanging exposed in mid-air. Not knowing what could come in the dark and get her vulnerable bare feet, she quickly pulled them back into the sheets. She laughed silently at herself for being so ridiculous but secretly felt safer now that her feet were back on the bed.
She rolled onto her side facing her husband. She wanted to touch him, but he was peacefully unaware of her unrest and she was still so hot she couldn't stand the thought of more heat, even from his body, making it worse.
She tossed and turned for a few more minutes before she gave in to her insomnia and sat up again. Even though she knew it was a little unusual, it sometimes helped her get back to sleep at night if she walked around their dark, quiet house. Often after she wandered for a little bit her mind would calm and she'd get sleepy again.
She swung her bare legs over the side of the bed, in the moonlight she could see everything in their room clearly and she stood up stretching her arms over her head. Her thin tank top slid up over her stomach as she arched, her head fell back, mouth wide open in a silent yawn.
Her long, dark hair tickled over her shoulders before she pulled it up into a loose ponytail and looked around on the floor for something to put on the bottom of her. She felt a little too exposed with just a thong on. Her bare butt did not need to be out just in case she was discovered during her little expedition.
She reached down next to the bed and grabbed an old pair of Adam's boxer shorts that she sometimes wore around the house when it was hot like this. She stepped into the cool, thin cotton and rolled the waistband up a few times to shorten them into something a tiny bit more feminine.
She opened their bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. She paused for a moment, listening to their house and the neighborhood at large hearing virtually nothing.
She padded down the hallway to check on their eighteen-year old son Christopher, even though Shelby was sure he was in bed. He was a good son and he wouldn't stay out all night. His door was cracked open and she push it silently inward surveying his room.
Her heart clenched with love when she saw his sleeping form. Topher was sprawled out on his stomach exactly like his father. His long limbs hung out of the bed at all angles, his sheets were kicked half-way off and twisted around his legs. He'd obviously had a bit of a restless night too, but seemed quiet and relaxed now, sleeping deeply.
The dogs were next to his bed, the "boys' " dog, a big, silly mixed breed and her "girly" dog, a French Bulldog. She backed out quietly, leaving all three slumbering peacefully, pulling the door mostly shut behind her, satisfied their son was okay, she headed downstairs.
Shelby stepped softly over a creaky floorboard in the hall and tiptoed over a couple whiny stairs. She got a cooling chill when her bare feet landed on the wood floor and she silently glided through the empty house into the kitchen.
She yanked open the fridge, the sucking pop of the air-tight seal breaking and the clinking of condiments in the door interrupted the silence of the house. Her eyes stung as the light flooded out, illuminating her and all the gleaming bottles lined up inside.
She reached out and grabbed a carton of juice, exactly what she was craving. She looked over her shoulder just to make sure she was still alone.
Shelby was flooded with an disproportionate amount of shame over the act she was about to commit and then with a slight shrug of dismissal she took a long drink directly from the carton.
She moaned greedily as the cool, tangy juice hit her tongue. She gulped down a couple of huge swallows, slaking her thirst and slightly cooling her over heated body. She licked her upper lip before putting the carton back into the fridge. She was glad no one was there to see that, since she got on Topher all the time for doing the exact same thing.
