I was desperate to get more of my beautiful stepsister but no chance arose during the following day, and in the evening we all went to the club on the site. Dad and Jill had a few drinks and were getting quite merry, Debbie and I had been on cokes. Then I had an idea, I offered to get another round in, which I did. I knew Dad and Jill would sleep heavily after the drinks they'd had, so I added double vodka to Debbie's coke to help her sleep.
After we had all been in bed for over an hour, I listened at Dads bedroom door, I could hear then breathing soundly. Then I gently opened the door to Debbie's small room. A light outside lit the room enough to see that she was sound asleep. She lay on her back, and as it was a warm night, she had just a thin sheet covering most of her body. Her right arm was down by her side, her left arm lay across her stomach as if holding the sheet. Her left leg lay straight in the bed, but her right one was lying on its side and bent at the knee. Most of this leg was not covered by the sheet and I could see she was wearing pyjamas. They looked pink in the dim light, but I couldn't care less what colour they were, I just wanted to get into them.
I knelt down and ran my hand along her silk covered inner thigh, straight to the special place between her legs. I could tell she had panties on as I rubbed my hand, up and down her thighs and over her pussy. I looked at her gorgeous sleeping face, which did not change even when I began to trace her slit with my fingers. I then turned my attention elsewhere; folding back the sheet I squeezed her small tit very gently. Then with one finger I traced her nipple, circling it, and then dragging my finger across it. She did not have a bra on, and soon the bud started to respond to my touch. I loved the way her lovely big right nipple stood firm and proud.
Then gently lifting her arm slightly by the cuff of her pyjama top, I tugged the sheet down to her feet. She still did not move. That double vodka was a good idea. Next I pulled on the cord at the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, which obligingly came undone easily. This allowed me to slip my hand inside, and rub her pussy over her panties. This time I traced her slit and rubbed my finger the full length of her pussy which caused her to move slightly. That made me jump at first, but she still looked soundly asleep, so I slipped my hand inside her panties and went in search of her sensitive clit.
I ran my finger across it and at the same time I massaged her tit. She started to moan as I continued to stimulate her. I was just thinking of unbuttoning her top when she suddenly woke up.
"What the umm," was all she said before my right hand flew from inside her panties to clamp over her mouth.
"Quiet," I told her, in a stern whisper.
"Ummm, ummm," she started again.
"Shut the fuck up, or you'll wake them up."
"Ummm."
"And if they do come in, imagine the embarrassment you'll feel when I show them the pictures from yesterday that I've got on my phone."
That seemed to quieten her down, and she just stared at me with those lovely big eyes.
"That's better, now I'm going to take my hand away, and you are going to be quiet, right?" She nodded her head in agreement. As I took my hand away she rolled onto her side, and sat up slightly, using her elbow to support her.
"You shouldn't be in here, now just go."
"But I haven't got what I came for yet," I replied.
"What do you want?" She asked, and I grinned.
"I want these," I said grabbing her left tit, and at the same time catching her off-balance, pushing her onto her back.
"But you..." she said but I interrupted her and quickly pushed my other hand back inside her pyjama bottoms, and squeezed her pussy firmly, while looking her straight into her eyes.
"What I really want is your pussy," and to make the point I squeezed it again. She had a hand holding on to each of my arms but not with any great purpose. Although my right hand was outside her panties, I could still rub her with two fingers. I kissed her on her pretty lips, and told her. "You are going to be a good girl, you are going to do as you're told, and only speak to answer questions" I told her.
She made one last feeble attempt to struggle free, almost as a gesture, without success, as I leant across her. In fact, it worked against her, as I used the opportunity to get my hand inside her panties again, and started to search out her clit. Neither of us said anything, just stared at each other while my fingers played with her clit. I saw her eyes close a couple of times as I pressed her swelling love bud. Her hands where just resting on my arms now, not even holding them.
