As I have written, previously, I am kinky. I have always had this sleepy fetish, and I'm incestuous...my sister turns me on. In fact, we're fucking! I am also a suppressed bisexual...I avoided for a long time admitting that I get turned on playing out sleepy scenarios with guys as well as girls. And furthermore, until things took a nasty turn with my sister, I didn't realize BDSM can turn me on!
My sister is just as kinky as me, if not even more so. In fact, we pretty much share the same obsessions. She gets turned on by sleepy games. In addition, as I discovered over time, all kinds of BDSM scenarios excite her, as well as all manner of partner configurations and sexual partners...especially me, her brother!
Our third encounter, after my sister Sharon and I had sex for the first time, started out with another conversation; this time, the plan was to reveal to one another our past sexual experiences, and the full scope of our fetishes and fantasies. We prepared for our conversation by getting very stoned.
We met again at the bar where we had our first conversation. Like I said, we were stoned, and now we were drinking: Martinis and Macallan Scotch. I knew this would not be an ordinary evening as soon as I saw Sharon enter. She was dressed in black... black leather; form fitting skirt that barely covered her ass, and at the same time highlighted her so exposed, so erotic thighs. Above that skirt she wore a black leather vest with nothing underneath--buttoned together in one place revealing cleavage and a side-show, and then spread apart below exposing her naval, which was pierced through, adorned by a silver beaded ring. This matched her silver beaded nose-ring and earrings. She was wearing black leather stiletto boots that extended up to her thigh--so several inches of skin was showing at the meeting of the boot, her bare upper thigh, bordered by that skirt. Pressing against that vest were erect nipples. one more thing, she was wearing black lipstick and a dark eye shadow. Very Goth. As Sharon approached, both men and women turned to take a look..
She sat. She beckoned, "Come, sit next to me. It's more intimate, and you'll be able to reach." I position myself next to her, on the bench abutting the wall.
I said, "Nice outfit. Where have you been hiding it?"
Sharon's retort: "Thought you'd find it interesting! I wear it for special occasions. And I think tonight's going to be a very special occasion."
I added: "Did you wear that for David???"
That comment set Sharon off: "Let's cut to the chase!" David fucked my brains out last Saturday! Your cock is long. His cock is wide! You both don't need much rest between fucks!"
I felt my penis begin to throb and expand, along with my jealousy.
"And", I resumed, "What, exactly, were you referring to last time we were together? You told me to wrap my arm around your neck and squeeze. Then you said, 'You can make me pass out. It's happened before'. When was that? Who were you with?"
"Yes, I knew that would get you! It was a while ago. It happened right after my 18th birthday. You know your friend Anthony. You probably don't know that I was seeing him on the sly; Mom and dad would never approve, and we didn't think you would either. He invited me and a few couple over for some drinks. His parents were away, and he had access to his dad's stash of alcohol. He asked me not to mention this to you. We got pretty wasted. Anthony suggested we play 'Truth or Dare'. But he said there should be one dare for everyone -- get sleepered out. Anthony was into martial arts. He wanted to try out his sleeper-holds on anyone willing to let him knock them out. "
"Well, now you're really gonna get to know me. There I was in front of a bunch of guys (forget their girlfriends). I was very horny going to see Anthony--I knew we'd end up in bed. I wore this skirt that pretty much exposed everything down below, and a low-cut top. I could not pass up the opportunity to act out for real a secret fantasy of mine--having a bunch of men salivating over me. (I'd probably enjoy a good gang bang!)"
"So I volunteered. He assured me that he knew what he was doing. He wasn't going to block my airway, or anything like that. I would still be breathing. But he would cut off blood flow, and I would pass out."
Sharon continued: "For some crazy reason, I said, 'OK. Let's do it'". So, he wrapped his arm around my neck like you did, and squeezed. I remember my vision becoming snowy right away, like T.V. screens used to look when nothing was on. Then I stopped thinking....there was just white. Then I was looking up, trying to figure out where I was and what happened, sprawled-out, on by back, on the ground, Later on, I saw video of me laid out cold. At the time it really happened, when I came to and saw everyone looking at me I was confused, but not really turned on. Just in 'la-la-land'; kind of like after you take a valium. Very calm. But when I saw myself later in that video, passing out became a fantasy for me again...and then the turn-on; it's the fantasy of it that's so erotic. And, let me tell you, Anthony was turned on too. The sex was amazing. "
Now, I had two things eating at me...David and Anthony.
I said, "Anthony and I still see each other. We went to a ball game last weekend. Are you still sleeping with him? You guys kept it from me all these years? When the last time you two hooked up? What the fuck!."
Sharon's voice shifted to that erotic whisper of hers. "I've been bad. What are you going to do about it?"
She put her hand on my cock again, which was uncomfortably pressing into my jeans; it wanted to stand up and reach straight out to Sharon's grasping hand--and more to the point, to her beckoning cunt!
This meeting was supposed to be a conversation about each of our erotic fantasies and sexual history. Instead, Sharon's sexual history, both recent and past, took center stage. I could only listen and react. Sharon was quite open last time we met--she was planning to get me angry, and she wanted me to take charge, and take her. I said, "Let's get out of here. We're going to my place right now!"
We were both very hot and bothered now; I was feeling all kinds of mixed emotions.
"How you feeling?" Sharon asked, "You might have to share me from now on!"
I reacted, "You slept with David? And Anthony? and God knows who else? And you kept that from me?"
Sharon taunted me, "I slept with you on our first (air-quotes) 'date', didn't I? And hey, we just got together."
