Chapter 2
He had been fast asleep when something woke him up. Jason opened his eyes and blinked several times. He was on the sofa in the living room. Their house had several bedrooms but since only he and his mother lived there, most of the rooms were being used for storage. Jason's own room had been given to his new- or rather old but newly met- sister; Chrissy.
He did not mind, after all he could hardly sleep in his own bed while his sister slept on the couch in the living room. They were in the process of clearing out one of the storage rooms to make another bedroom available.
The windows were pitch black. It was either late at night or very early in the morning. He checked his cell and saw it was nearly 2 in the morning. He plopped back down onto the couch and tried to think of what it was that woke him. Then he heard it again.
"
Mmmmmm,
"
He could faintly hear moaning coming from the bedroom across the hall.
Was Chrissy having a bad dream?
He wondered.
Perhaps she was watching a movie and some sex scene happened to wake him. Or maybe she was masturbating. He felt himself getting hard as he imagined all the dirty things she could be doing. He reached down and slipped his hand into his boxers and gently stroked himself.
He rolled over onto his back so that he could stroke himself more comfortably. His blanket slid down to his knees and he felt cool breeze across his crotch. He imagined the door opening and Chrissy coming out. He would pretend to be asleep and she would sneak over to him on the couch.
In his fantasy Chrissy would see his erection through the covers and slide a finger into herself as she stood a few feet away. He would be able to hear the wet sound of her fingers going in and out of her. He stroked faster as he imagined her slowly lifting the covers and uncovering his erection. He imagined her delight at seeing he was sleeping in the nude. She would slowly lean forward, her breasts sliding across his chest, nipples hard as diamonds, reaching for his...
Clack!
His phone fell off the couch onto the ground. Jason held his breath for a second and listened.
Creeeeeaaaaakkkkkkk
The bedroom door slowly opened. Jason quickly slipped his hand out from his underwear. He took several deep breaths in attempt to slow his breathing. He knew he was red in the face and he could feel perspiration on his forehead.. He had been
so
close to finishing.
He felt, rather than heard, soft footsteps as Chrissy came out of the bedroom. He dared not move.
Shit!
His rock hard erection was pushing against his briefs, hard.
He knew that some nights Chrissy woke in the early hours to go to the bathroom or to get water from the kitchen. This time it seemed she was thirsty. The kitchen was past the living room so she would have to walk right by the couch he was sleeping on to reach it. He hoped it was so dark that she did not notice his red face or the tent his cock was making.
If she had been masturbating and thought Jason heard her, she would likely get embarrassed. He didn't want to strain their newly formed relationship. After all, she was his sister and so he figured they would see each other often.
The thought made him feel ashamed of the fantasy he was having only moments before. She slowed as she approached the couch. Stepping lightly as she could. Jason fought the irrational urge to smile. Behind his closed eyes he imagined her staring at him. Though he knew she was just trying not to wake him.
After what seemed like minutes, but Jason figured were seconds, he felt the soft padding again. She was past the couch already.
He let out of breath of relief and opened his eyes a fraction. He turned his head and saw her silhouette in the kitchen filling a glass with water. He never saw such a perfect figure before. She was better looking than the models he saw in magazines. Silently, Jason reached down and slid the blanket over himself and turned slightly onto his side. Now he was safely covered.
A minute later he heard shuffling feet as Chrissy crept back towards her room. Again, she slowed down when she reached the couch. Jason breathed deeply feigning sleep. He got a nose full of a sweet smell. Instantly his erection grew to its full length.
He did not know if she wore perfume but whatever it was, it smelled incredible. He heard her stumble slightly and felt several drops hit his cheek. She must have tripped and accidentally spilled a bit of water. Jason felt footsteps again and knew that she was past him. He listened as her door closed and only then relaxed.
The drops from his cheek ran down to his lips. He licked up the water and thought it was peculiar that it tasted so sweet.
Jason was still aroused but felt guilty about the fantasy he was having. So he tried to think about innocent things like the book he was reading. It took much longer than normal but finally he drifted off to sleep again.
Chrissy's version of events.
Another day down. Again another night of being sexually frustrated to overcome. Chrissy couldn't sleep in her brothers room with his scent enveloping her. She got wet just being around him. She couldn't begin to count the amount of times she had nearly been overcome by the urge to jump him and force him to pleasure her. She wanted to have her way with him. Several times a day she had to finger herself to keep from going insane. Still, it was proving not to be enough.
"Mmmmm." A loud moan escaped her lips as she pulled her fingers out from inside her. It was 2 AM so Jason was deep asleep. Or else he would have heard her. Thinking of Jason sleeping on the couch right outside her door was almost too much for her. Especially when she was feeling like this. She knew he did not wear a shirt to sleep. She often imagined him crawling in her bed and pulling her against him. That was the reason she wore only a loose t-shirt to sleep.
She heard a clatter coming from the direction of the living room. Without thinking of what she was doing Chrissy was walking towards the door. She was completely naked. She opened the door and told herself she only wanted water from the kitchen. Which coincidentally meant that she had to walk past Jason who was sleeping on the couch.
Of course she did not want to soil her clean underwear so she went naked. Anyways, he was fast asleep.
Her mind was busy thinking up rationalizations.
With every step she took her wet thighs rubbed together. She rarely got so wet as she did around Jason.
It was dark but her eyes had already adjusted since she did not keep the lights on in her own room. She approached the couch as quietly as she could. When she looked down at Jason's sleeping figure, she froze mid-step. Her breath caught in her throat. He had an erection that pressed against the fabric of his underwear.
The fabric was so thin that she could see the mushroom head of his cock beneath it. She silently rubbed her mound as she imagined reaching down and slipping off his briefs. She wanted to free his erection and grab it in her hands. Even more desperately, she wanted to taste him. She would gently grab his erection and lean forward until she could wrap her mouth around the tip. Then she would take the entire length into her mouth and pump him slowly until he came deep into her throat.
Chrissy watched her hand reach towards him but forced herself to stop. What would happen if he woke up and found his sister taking advantage of him while he slept? What would their parents think? Jason would likely hate her forever and avoid her. He would never want to see her again.
I need a cold drink, NOW.
She forced herself past the couch one step at a time. She filled a glass with water and chugged the entire thing. It didn't help. On the contrary, she decided she would have a taste of him after all. He was asleep and she would be careful not to wake him. She wanted only a taste. Her hand had found its way between her legs again. She slowly slid them out and gasped silently as she felt her juices run down her thigh.
Chrissy made up her mind. She would take the risk. She wanted him more than she had every wanted anybody. She would finally have a taste of him that night.
When she got back to the couch she was crushed to see that he had rolled over. The blanket was covering him as well. It would be too risky to try and unwrap him from the covers. Instead, she pushed her hips near Jason's face and wished he would open his eyes, lean forward several inches and bury his tongue into her wetness.
Her finger slid between her lips and she felt an orgasm overcome her. She almost fell onto Jason but caught herself. Several drops of her juices dripped onto his face. She wanted to grab his face and bring it to her dripping pussy but she couldn't. As frustrated as ever she returned to her room to masturbate again. Alone.
Pt 2. Of Chapter 2.
She had survived till the morning. Somehow.
"Look at what I got!" Chrissy said with a singsong voice.
Jason looked up from the omelet he made for their breakfast. He was not consciously trying to impress his sister but he had definitely put in more effort into breakfast than he usually did. This time he really outdid himself. An egg omelet with green and red peppers, onions, mushrooms, bacon, tomatoes, some more bacon, garnished with Italian spices and crumbled feta cheese on top. It tasted as delicious as it looked.
"Hmm?" He asked while enjoying the gourmet meal.
Chrissy drummed her fingers on the table for effect. "...Tickets to the haunted house amusement park!"
Jason could not help but grin at her. She was so excited that she was acting like a child. It was a nice to see that side of her as well. She often tried to act older and mature.
"You'll come with me, right?" she asked as she took her first bite of the eggs.
Before he could answer she put up her hand to keep him from speaking. She finished chewing and Jason wondered why she suddenly became so serious. "These eggs are the most magnificent thing I have ever tasted. IN MY LIFE!" She gushed.
