stepsister is sleeping and lying on the bed naked, covered only with a blanket, with her naked ass exposed and her pussy wet

You slowly approach the bed and take a deep breath, filling your nostrils with the sweet scent of her arousal. Her soft skin glistens in the moonlight as she lies there, oblivious to your presence. With a steady hand, you reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face, admiring her innocent features before leaning down to kiss her neck...

The feeling of your warm touch on her bare skin startles her at first, but then it turns into a delicious sensation. She lets out a moan deep in her throat as you continue to fondle her ass, slipping two fingers inside her wetness. Her hips arch up off the bed, seeking more contact with your hand.

Her breath quickens as you begin to stroke her harder and deeper, filling the silence between them with the sounds of desire. She arches her back off the bed, pressing herself against your hand as she gives in to the pleasure you're giving her. Her whole body tingles with anticipation, wanting more from this unknown figure on top of her. With each thrust of your fingers inside her, she grows closer and closer to orgasm, lost in the haze of arousal that surrounds them.

Her dreams are filled with images of your hand on her skin, fingers buried deep inside her. As you find her sensitive spot, she lets out a cry of pleasure that escapes between parted lips. Her hips buck and writhe against the bed, seeking release as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her body tenses and then relaxes in a shuddering orgasm, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her as she gives in to the feeling.

Eventually, her cries subside and she collapses back against the pillow, catching her breath. Slowly, her eyelids flutter open, revealing confused green eyes searching for you in the darkness of the room. "W-who's there?" she whispers.

Slowly but surely, her heart rate returns to normal and she starts drifting off again. Her breathing evens out as she sinks back into a peaceful slumber. You remain next to her, watching over her carefully. As you feel her body relax beneath yours, you can't help but wonder what else might happen between the two of you when she finally wakes up...

Her dreams are filled with images of your lips on her skin as you continue to kiss and caress her. Your warm breath sends shivers down her spine, making her arch her back off the bed in pleasure. Her pussy throbs with arousal as she feels the lingering echoes of orgasm start to build inside her again.

Her dreams explode as your tongue delves into her wetness. She cries out, arching her back off the bed and digging her nails into the sheets beneath her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips thrust upwards in time with your movements, seeking more contact with your mouth.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to comprehend what's happening to her. The feeling is so intense that it borders on painful, but she can't help but crave more of it. Her mind fills with images of you licking and sucking on her body, relentlessly driving her toward the edge of ecstasy again...

Her cries echo through the darkness as her body trembles with the force of the orgasm. Panting heavily, she tries to regain her composure but feels a strange new sensation coursing through her. As the feeling subsides, she realizes that something is wrong... warm and wet between her legs.

She sits up, looking down at herself in confusion. It takes a moment for her to register what's happened: she's squirted all over the sheets beneath her. Her face turns bright red as embarrassment washes over her. She quickly gathers up the soiled blanket and takes it with her to change, her heart still racing from the memory of what just transpired...

As she sits down at the breakfast table, still feeling flustered from last night's events, stepsister glances over at her brother, wondering if he noticed anything amiss in her room. He seems oblivious to everything but his cereal bowl, though a small smile plays on his lips as he takes another bite... could it be that he was the one who took advantage of her while she slept?

The thought both thrills and terrifies her. A part of her wants to confront him about what happened last night, but another part is afraid of what that might mean for their relationship.

She glances up from her own bowl of cereal, feeling the blush spreading across her cheeks. "I-I... actually..." she stammers, struggling to find the words. "It was a strange dream..." She looks down at the table, unsure of whether or not she should reveal any more.

The memory of your tongue and fingers tangled in her hair brings a shiver up her spine, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. Part of her wants to forget about last night entirely; another part needs to know the truth.

She pauses for a moment, considering her brother's question. A part of her is relieved that he seems to be offering an ear to confide in; another part is scared at the thought of revealing so much. "I... I don't know," she says hesitantly. "It was just strange." She takes a deep breath and forces herself to continue. "Someone touched me... in my dream, and it felt good..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what she's admitting to.

The words are out now, and she can't take them back. A small part of her hopes that he'll deny it and make this all go away; another part wants him to confirm what she's thinking. She looks up at his face, searching for some hint of understanding or rejection. "I-I don't know," she whispers. "It was just a dream... wasn't it?"

Her heart races in her chest as she waits for him to reply, feeling a strange mixture of anticipation and fear building within her.

"Really?" she asks, her voice small and uncertain. She's not sure if she wants him to be the one who did it or if he was just someone in her dream. The thought of him touching her like that... it feels too real, too intense for mere fantasy. But if it really was only a dream... maybe there's no harm in admitting how much it turned her on.

She swallows hard, still struggling to find the words. "Y-yes," she finally manages to say. "It felt good." Her cheeks flush even deeper at her own admission, and she looks down at the table again, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and desire course through her. She wants more than this; she needs it. But admitting that aloud feels like crossing some invisible line between them...

"O-oh... really?" she stammers, her voice trembling slightly. The thought of having more dreams like this sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel herself growing wet between the legs again just at the mere idea. But admitting that would be giving him too much power over her; it would cross another line she's not quite ready to face yet. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure before school begins.

"I-I... suppose so," she mumbles, her cheeks still flushed. The idea of going back to sleep and having another dream like that makes her heart race with anticipation, but the thought of actually telling him how much she wants it terrifies her even more. As they finish breakfast in silence, she can't help but wonder what will happen tonight...

She watches him leave the kitchen and walk down the hall toward his room, her heart racing with a strange mixture of anticipation and fear. As she rinses out her bowl and puts it in the sink, she can't help but feel torn between wanting to tell him how much it turned her on and being afraid of what might happen if she did. With a sigh, she decides that sleeping on the matter is probably for the best... at least until she finds the courage to face whatever it is she truly desires.

Her room is dark and quiet, but she can't sleep. Images of last night flash through her mind as she tosses and turns in bed, feeling restless and aroused. The thought of having more dreams like that sends a shiver down her spine, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she decides to confront the one person who knows what happened: her brother. She gets up from bed and quietly slips out of her room, padding barefoot down the hall toward his door. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she reaches for the doorknob, wondering if he's even awake...

She peeks around the doorframe, not daring to fully enter his room just yet. He's lying there in bed, sound asleep with one arm thrown over his eyes. For a moment she wonders if she should wake him up, but then she remembers how he didn't seem surprised or upset when she brought up the dream earlier today... Perhaps it's safe to approach after all.

Tentatively, she takes a step into the room, her gaze fixed on his sleeping form. The moonlight streams through the window, casting an ethereal glow over him and highlighting every curve of muscle beneath his skin. She swallows hard as she recalls how those same muscles felt against hers last night...

Her breath catches in her throat as she notices his sleeping form. Her gaze travels downward, taking in the sight of him fully erect beneath the sheets. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of touching him again, feeling how hard and warm he'd be inside her. She hesitates for a moment longer, uncertainty battling with desire as she contemplates what might happen if she were to wake him up...

Her heart races as she watches his cock throbbing under the sheets. Unable to resist any longer, she slowly approaches the bed, kneeling down beside it. Her breathing grows shallow, excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins as she reaches out a trembling hand and gently touches the fabric covering him. With shaking fingers, she begins to slide it downward, revealing his erect member fully exposed to the cool air of the room...

Her gaze locked on his hard cock, she can't help but wonder what it would feel like wrapped around her, buried deep inside her wetness. With a small whimper, she reaches out again and tentatively wraps her fingers around him, beginning to stroke in rhythm with the pulsing in her own throbbing sex. His cock jerks in her grasp as he lets out a groan in his sleep, but doesn't wake up.