My friend Karl was telling me about this unique place on the internet, where people write erotic and sexually explicit stories; some are fiction while others are true tales from people's lives. It sounded like an interesting concept so I decided to share a few experiences I've had.
I was driving home from college for Thanksgiving one year, heading back to my parents' house on the Wednesday evening before the big day. Going to school in another state, some five hours away, made it difficult to get home for all but the most special occasions. I had also taken a good-paying job near college during the summer to make some much-needed money so I hadn't seen my family since the previous Christmas holidays. I was looking forward to spending some time chilling out and catching up with what the rest of our family had been up to.
Just as I turned the corner onto my folks' street, I noticed my sister's car stopping by the curb in front of their house. Chrissy is a year older than I and attended a different college about a four hour drive in the opposite direction from my school. Needless to say, we hadn't seen each other in a long time and, as I parked my car and got out, she ran over and threw her arms around me.
"Hey, Danny, how's my little brother? You're looking really good," she said. Her hands were clasped together behind my neck as she leaned back to look in my eyes and flash me a wide smile. It wasn't too cool this fall day in Connecticut and Chrissy was wearing just a light pullover sweater and a pair of snug jeans.
"I'm doing okay, Chrissy," I replied, "you're looking really fine yourself."
Indeed, my sister had grown into a beautiful girl with a slim body, fairly large breasts for her frame, and long shapely legs. Her straight auburn hair hung loosely over her shoulders and her chestnut brown eyes sparkled in the Autumn sun.
She looked into my car and asked, "What, you didn't bring a girlfriend home for the weekend?"
"Nah, I've been dating a few girls but nothing serious. Besides, I have enough problems maintaining my grades without having to worry about keeping a girlfriend happy. What about you?"
As we grabbed our bags from the cars, Chrissy admitted that she too was not seriously involved with anyone. "Most of the guys in school are such losers," she said, "and all the nice ones want to do is get laid all the time."
I looked up and wondered where THAT train of thought was going as my mom opened the front door and stepped out to greet us. Dad followed close behind as we all hugged and then stepped into the house. It was then that I noticed my grandparents on my mother's side sitting in the living room. As we approached, they got up to greet us. I was a little surprised to see them since they had moved to Florida a few years earlier.
"Grandma and Grandpa are going to spend the Thanksgiving holidays with us this year, kids," my mother said, "they'll actually be up for two whole weeks.
"Danny, I figured they could sleep in your old room," mom added, "would you mind sleeping on the fold-out sofabed in the living room?"
It really didn't matter to me and I told her so.
"But Danny," Chrissy said, "it will be so noisy in the living room. You won't be able to go to bed until everyone else has turned in and then, you'll be woken up early as everyone moves about in the morning."
Chrissy was probably right but I really couldn't ask my grandparents to sleep in the living room either. "Well, I don't mind... besides, there's really no other choice, is there?"
"Sure, there is," she added, "why don't you share my room with me? The queen-size bed is plenty big enough and I promise I won't snore."
Mom was quick to speak up, "Chrissy, you can't share your bed with your brother. You're a... well, I mean..."
"Mom, don't be so worried. Danny and I made it through... how many years without killing each other? I doubt he's going attack me if that's what you're thinking."
Everyone was kind of laughing by now as mom said, "Honey, of course I don't think he's going to attack you; I just didn't think it was a good idea. If you two don't mind sharing the room, then go ahead... you're both big enough to decide for yourselves."
I looked at Chrissy as she turned to put her things in her room. "Come on Danny, put that stuff in here and let's get a drink... that long drive has worked up a thirst and I could use a cold brew."
We put our things away and had a couple of beers as mom and grandma busied themselves in the kitchen preparing various side dishes for the next day's big dinner. Dad and grandpa were asking Chrissy and I questions about school and all we'd been up to; in a few hours, I was ready for some sleep. I excused myself and grabbed some flannel lounging pants and a tee shirt to sleep in, changed in the bathroom and jumped into bed.
A short time later, I heard Chrissy come in the room and ruffle through her things for something to sleep in. There was a little night light she had plugged in the wall receptacle by the door, to keep us from walking into anything during the night. By the dim light, I could see her taking off her sweater and jeans. She grabbed a long tee shirt and placed it on the edge of the bed; she then slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and slid the catch around to her front so she could unhook it. As she removed her bra, I could see her large tits silhouetted against the dim nightlight behind her. She placed her hands under her breasts and held them up, rubbing them all around; I guess it felt good being freed from the confines of that tight bra.
"God", I thought to myself, "what a pair of tits!"
She pulled the tee shirt down over her head; it was very long and covered her bottom so, even if she had no panties on, you couldn't really tell. I was on the right side of the bed and she lifted the sheet and blanket and got in on the left side. She thought I might be asleep so she was trying to be quiet and not move around too much. The problem was, as soon as she got under the covers, she turned to her left side and pulled most of the covers off me.
I laid there motionless for a few minutes, wondering if I'd be cold without the blankets, before realizing that the temperature was falling and mom and dad always kept the thermostat lower during the night to save oil. I was going to have to try and grab some of the covers back.
