he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I was horrified at what I was about to do but at the same time I couldn’t stop myself. My pussy was heating up by the second and a flitting excitement filled my stomach.
Careful not to move around too much and wake him, I reached down and pinched the bottom of his shorts between my thumb and index finger then looked back up at his face.
Still sleeping, oblivious to what his sister was about to do to him.
I bit my lip then slowly lifted his shorts up an inch. He didn’t move so I lifted more. Still nothing. I moved the bottom of his shorts up to the point where If I moved them any farther his cock would be out in the open, and I paused, considering what I was doing. If I went through with it I would be crossing a definite line.
I was reluctant but the outline of his cock pushed me forward. Taking a deep breath, and checking his face one last time for any sign of him waking up, I steeled myself and lifted the thin material up to reveal the crown of his dick.
It was so beautiful and I could tell the spongy head was filled with blood. I bit my lip, lifted more to let the rest of his thick shaft out into the open. Without the shorts to constrict it, his cock lifted up and stood at attention, startling me when it moved.
My pussy gushed into my panties and I throbbed so much I wanted to finger myself right there. His dick was so much bigger now that I saw it up close and without his hand wrapped around it. A clear substance had collected at the opening and I had the urge to lick it off. But I knew if I tried it would require moving my whole body and he was sure to wake and find out the dirty things I was doing to him in his sleep.
Maybe I could get away with touching it though. It seemed like he was a deep sleeper. I’d come this far without him waking up after all.
I reached my finger down and let it hover right over his mammoth dick, my heart pounding in my chest. Quickly, I let my finger drop down on the smooth skin of his head then back up again. There was no sign of him waking up so I dropped it back to his head and left it there.
It was so warm and hard. Without thinking I grabbed the thing in my hand, wrapping my slender fingers around his entire girth, feeling the massiveness in my fist, my breath rushing over my moist lips.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and exhaled sharply through my nose, biting my lip. This was the farthest I’d ever been with a boy. Gently, I tugged on his shaft, the way I saw him do it earlier, squeezing the hunk of flesh in my hand.
Suddenly, he sucked in a breath of air and moved his head slightly.
I froze, my hand still wrapped firmly around his cock, waiting for the inevitable, for him to wake up and freak out. Or worse, wake up and not freak out then try to put his thing in me. I wasn’t sure if I could stop him.
But he did neither. His breathing stayed at the same deep and easy tempo.
I gave him one more tug, then let go, intending to go back to my room and take care of myself then fall asleep and forget all this ever happened.
Before I could leave though, his hand came up and grasped my wrist, startling me. I froze, darting my eyes to his face. It was still the same, eyes closed, steady breathing. But obviously he wasn’t asleep. Sleeping people didn’t grab your wrist.
Did that mean he was awake the whole time? My thoughts raced for an excuse to give him. Trying to come up with some reason I’d lifted his shorts up.
Then he pulled my hand back to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around him, looking at his face for any sign of emotion, but his eyes were still closed and his face neutral and relaxed.
Okay, obviously he was awake. I wasn’t dumb enough to think he grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his dick all in his sleep. But with him pretending to be asleep it did make it a little easier to do what I did.
My hand stroked up and down his throbbing shaft, just the way I saw him do it that afternoon. It was making me so wet, I