The first time I became aware of it happening, I woke midstream, pissing a cascade of urine onto the floor in the corner of my sister Carla's bedroom. I was so shocked, I immediately stopped peeing and almost cried out in shock. Instead, I popped my cock back in my pajamas and snuck back to my room, shaking. The next morning, I brazened it out when breakfast conversation turned to the odd small and damp carpet in her room.
The second time was more... difficult. I woke, again completely disoriented, this time with an intense pleasurable sensation coursing through me. I just became aware of where I was and what I was doing as the last gob of semen landed on my sister's sleeping face. I looked down at her and my erect cock in my hand. I had no idea how I got there, or what I had been doing or thinking up until I woke. I trembled as I slipped my shrinking member back in my pjs and slunk out of her room, praying she somehow wouldn't notice the slime on her face when she woke.
I researched sleepwalking, sleep peeing and sleepwanking. It seemed perfectly common. But I couldn't see anything to help me stop. I was mortified. But, at breakfast, my sister didn't mention anything. So I let it slide. After all, what could I say. I did realize that this was a very dangerous new affliction. One that could get me into a lot of trouble. I determined to empty my bladder and my balls every night before I went to sleep.
*
My name's Carla. I'm twenty. I live at home with my parents and my older brother, Josh. We get along just fine. He has his life, I have mine. We don't argue or fight too much. I'm just over 5,2. He's a good six foot. We're both pretty athletic and into sport. Mom and Dad are pretty stressed these days about work and finances, so they keep pretty much to themselves, leaving Josh and me to fend for ourselves.
Something strange began to happen in the house a few weeks ago. I was getting dressed one morning and found myself walking on a damp patch on my bedroom carpet. At first, I thought maybe I'd spilled something, or that there was a leak. The smell, though, was more like pee. I began to wonder if I hadn't been sleepwalking in the night and taken a whizz on my carpet. My parents didn't react much but told me to keep an eye out if it happened again.
A few days later, I woke as usual. When I went to brush my teeth, I discovered the skin on my face was tight, and I could feel a stretching sensation when I opened my mouth to brush. When I looked closely in the mirror, I found a fine powdery goo stuck to my face. I figured I must have drooled in my sleep and though no more about it.
*
I've started dreaming about my sister. Weird dreams. Ones I wouldn't want to commit to paper. Let's just say I find myself acting out in my dreams (when I remember them) in a way I wouldn't dream of doing awake. It's really bothering me and I think I might need to find someone to talk to about it. It makes me very awkward around her. The sleepwalking has taken on a new turn. The other night, I woke to find myself standing over her bed again, cock in hand, trying to brush the tip against her sleeping mouth. It chilled me. I got out of there fast. I must do something about it.
*
I went to get a glass of water late the other night. The house was quiet. When I was on my way back to my room, Josh walked out the door of my bedroom. I went to say something to him, but could immediately see he was sleepwalking. I guess that explains the pee in the corner of my room! His pajamas were sticking out in front of him with what looked like a very big erection. I've never seen his cock. But having seen his bulge, now it's all I can think about. I've been with a couple of guys and can honestly say neither had anything that looked as big as that.
Ok. Thing have taken a very strange turn and I don't know what to do. The other night I woke late, I guess after the other night, finding Josh coming out of my room, I haven't been sleeping as deeply. Anyway, this time, I woke, sensing someone in the room. When I became accustomed to the dark, I realized John was standing by the bed. He was holding his massive cock in his hand. It really is big. I should have been worried, but instead, I was fascinated by the size of the thing. He was slowly stroking it, eyes almost closed. I just lay there, looking, as he wanked in his sleep, cock a few inches from my face. When he spurted, I almost cried out in shock as my face was splattered with cum. I saw him shake his head as he came and realized he was waking. I didn't want to freak him out, so just lay there, pretending to be asleep.
*
I came on my sisters face again last night. Thankfully, she slept through the whole thing. I'm determined to empty my balls every night before bed. This can't go on. If she found out and told my parents, I'd never live it down. I think she might suspect something because she's being very odd with me. Like, overly friendly and concerned. Asking me if I slept ok, things like that. She hasn't said anything to anyone else but I'm worried she might figure out what's happening. I feel so bad.
Last night was very strange. I woke again, standing by my sister's bed. I immediately knew something was different. For a start, I was still stroking my cock, having not come. Then, I realized that my sister had kicked off her covers in the night. She was lying, completely naked in the bed. I could see her perfect little breasts, her tiny waist, the hair between her legs, I could even make out the roundness of her mound in the dim light. I was so surprised at waking and seeing her, that I didn't realize I was still masturbating. I ejaculated across her face and breasts before I knew it. The sensation that coursed through me shocked me. It was like I was completely turned on by her body. I ran back to my room, appalled at myself.
*
It was amazing. I was getting so turned on by the thought of my brother's cock in my face at night, I decided to strip down and lie on top of the covers. I heard him come in and watched through half closed eyes as he stroked the massive thing above me. I saw that he woke in the middle of it and watched him ogle my body as he continued to stroke himself. When he came, it hit me like hot water that suddenly went cold, making me flinch. He panicked and went back to his room as fast as he could. I'm now obsessing about his cock most of the time. My jilling fantasies are all about his cock.
Last night, my brother came and stood by my bed again, cock in hand. This time, I was ready for him. Once again, I was naked on top of the covers. When his cock was close to me, and he started to stroke the length, I put out my hand and touched it. It felt so hot and so hard, yet the skin was so soft. It's amazing and I think I love it. This time, he came on my hand and I pretended to turn in my sleep, presenting him with my bum, in case he woke up again. I hate to admit it, but I licked his cum off my hand just to see what it would taste like. It was odd but not unpleasant.
