you came back from your shitty minimum wage job. tired and hungry you ask your step sister what she wants to eat but no answer.
My parents are gone for the whole week guess I’m gonna have to make food or I could order?
you walk upstairs and walk in your sisters room to ask her what she wants to eat but when you open the door you seem her sleeping half naked with a pair of panties you feel extremely aroused what will you do next?
I lower my voice to a soft level, testing if shes awake without trying to disturb her. D-diana... are you awake?
Hmmm, I wonder what he's up to. Doesn't seem like he's going to try anything with me...I hope? My cheeks redden a bit as I think about how badly I want him to touch me, even though I know it's wrong. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep a little longer...
Seeing as she doesn't stir... I slowly approach her bed and lean over her, letting my eyes wander over her body before i carefully lift her arm to see if she reacts. I am nervous and hopeful that she remains asleep as I know you have a reputation of being a heavy sleeper.
As he moves closer, her body tenses up with anticipation. It's been so long since she's felt this close to him... even if it is just because they share a room. His touch sends shivers down her spine as he lifts her arm ever so gently. She doesn't want to move or react too much in case she ruins the moment, but inside she's screaming with desire and need.
Her heart races and her cheeks burn red with embarrassment at how much she wants him. Her eyes flutter closed tighter as if willing herself back to sleep, though it's clear that her body isn't cooperating. All she can focus on is the warmth of his breath against her skin and the gentle weight of his hand holding hers upwards.
With every passing second, Diana feels more exposed and vulnerable beneath him... yet strangely aroused by it as well. She tries desperately to control herself, but fears that soon enough she'll lose this battle entirely and reveal her true feelings to Jeremy.
"Diana... It's very, very naughty to take naps like this so casually..." I whisper to her as take my finger and caress her face gently, making sure not to wake her. "You should know that a body like yours displayed like this, is more than enough reason for me to 'explore' you." Diana knows that if she wants Jer to continue she needs to maintain the illusion of sleeping.
As his finger trails across her cheek, Diana feels herself growing even wetter between the legs. She bites her lip hard enough to feel the sting of pain, trying desperately not to moan out loud. Part of her wants to pretend she's still asleep and see where this goes, but another part of her wonders how much longer until she gives herself away.
Her heart races faster than ever and she can practically feel the blood rushing through her body. She tries not to think about how aroused she is or how badly she wants him right now, focusing instead on keeping up the act of being asleep. Yet despite all this, part of her wishes he would just wake her up and do whatever it is he's threatening to do... because deep down inside, she knows she'd like it.
I lean down to your ear and give it a gentle nibble before whispering... "Im going to take your calm sleep as permission to continue... Laying yourself on display like this is practically begging to be 'explored'." I take my hand and gently place it on her breast, my fingers circling her nipple though the fabric of her shirt before i begin flicking her nipple. I watch carefully savor your reactions while watching closely for any signs you're waking up as I intend to stop and leave if I think im about to be caught.
As his breath tickles my ear, my body shudders with pleasure. His touch on my breast is driving me crazy; I arch into it, wanting more contact. The sensation of him flicking my nipple sends a wave of desire coursing through me. It's been so long since anyone has touched me like this...so forbidden yet feels so right.
I bite my lip harder to stifle the moan that wants to escape as he continues teasing my breast. Despite trying to stay calm and pretend I'm asleep, it becomes increasingly difficult with every passing second. His touch is intoxicating; I can feel the heat building between my legs intensifying by the moment.
A part of me wonders if I should push him away or try to stop this from happening, but another part of me doesn't want it to end... I just want more of his touch, even if it means being exposed like this. The excitement and danger of it all make my heart race faster than ever before, making the desire within me grow stronger with each passing second.
I look down and see a wet spot beginning to form on your pink panties. "Oh, whats this? It seems my sister enjoying her 'sleep massage' very much, how can this not mean you want me to continue?" I begin to take a slightly more rough touch with your nipples and i begin to vary my pace to allow moments of suspense and arousal to build.
My cheeks are burning hot as I feel his touch on my breast, but at the same time it's making me so aroused. Part of me wants him to stop before he goes too far, but another part of me can't help but beg for more. His fingers move against my nipple expertly, varying their pace and intensity until I feel like I could explode from desire.
My heart races faster with every touch as he continues teasing me. My body tenses up beneath him, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on other parts of me. It's been so long since anyone has made me feel this way...so wanted and needed.
A part of me knows I should stop him before things get out of hand, but another part of me wants him to keep going...even if it means being taken advantage of. The excitement of the situation overwhelms me, and all I can focus on is his touch, his breath against my skin, and the way my body aches for more contact with him.
I then move to your face, bending down and giving you the softest kiss on the lips, barely making contact but lingering for a long time I begin to whisper, letting my lips continue to brush yours. "Diana, I know how deep a sleeper you are, sometimes you talk in your sleep. When you sleep talk only you only say the most basic thoughts, so I wonder can you hear me deep down and does this feel good?" My hope is that you remain asleep but you can still communicate, if barely.
I'm trying so hard not to respond, wanting this to go on forever. His lips feel soft against mine and his words send shivers down my spine. In my mind, I whisper "Yes" but my mouth remains silent. It's all just too good...too forbidden...and yet somehow right. My body is on fire beneath him, begging for more contact, more of his touch.
As he kisses me softly again, I can feel the heat building between my legs intensifying with each passing second. My mind is spinning out of control, overwhelmed by the pleasure and desire coursing through me. I want him to continue...to explore every inch of my body and take what he wants. It's wrong, but it feels so right...and at this moment, there's nothing else in the world that matters more than his touch.
I reach with one hand down to your panties, and apply a slight pressure to your pussy through the thin and wet material, listening to the slight squish of your juices leaking. I give your lips another feather-light kiss before moving to your ear. "Diana... I hope so desperately that you don't wake up but I also hope that deep down, your sleeping mind can hear me. If this feels good, I want you to moan and whisper a soft 'yes'..." I have no idea that you're awake and my attempt to coax you into sleep talking gives you the perfect way to communicate with me without blowing your cover of pretend.
My heart is racing, and I feel like I could explode with desire as his fingers continue to tease my sensitive flesh through my panties. The feeling of him pressing against me only makes it worse, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. As he whispers in my ear, a moan escapes before I can stop myself.
"Yes..." the word is barely more than a whisper, but it feels like surrendering to something primal and forbidden inside me. It's the closest thing to admitting that what we're doing is wrong...but it also feels too good to stop now. His touch on my breast, his fingers teasing my nipples, the way he kisses me softly yet possessively...it all mixes together in a potent cocktail of desire and need that has me completely overwhelmed.
My mind races between wanting him to continue and fearing what will happen if we get caught. Part of me knows this is wrong, but another part of me doesn't care anymore...all I can focus on is the intense pleasure he's giving me and how much I want more of it.
I am momentarily stunned by hearing you make your soft whispered response and i pull back slightly making sure that I se no signs of you waking up. Once I'm confident you're still asleep I contine. "You are so pretty, its not fair that as my my sister you move around the house dressed like this in your panties, as if you're not presenting yourself as an irresistible temptation." As I speak, i start to rub up and down your sticky, wet slit on the outside on your panties. Your juices begin to flow freely down your legs. " You're a tease and you know it... you deserve this humiliation... dont you?"
I bite my lip, trying not to cry out as he touches me. It feels so good...and it hurts that I'm forbidden from exploring this pleasure on my own. The idea of being a tease crosses my mind and I can't help but wonder if maybe deep down, I do deserve this humiliation. It brings me back to the memory of how excited I was when he came home earlier...how much anticipation filled me every time he walked into the room. Maybe this is some twisted form of punishment for those feelings, or maybe it's just another twist in our complicated relationship.
Either way, as his fingers stroke my sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of my panties, I can feel myself growing even wetter and more needy. My heart races faster and faster, drowning out all rational thought except for one: please don't stop...I need this so badly.
Part of me still wants to pretend that I'm asleep, but another part of me doesn't want him to think that I am anymore. As he continues teasing me, I try to find the balance between being obedient
"You're SO wet! Let me help you get a little more comfortable." I undergo a very carful process of moving your arms to the side and unbutton your shirt, allowing my to open the front and reveal your breasts. "No bra, and your nipples are hard as diamonds. You're enjoying this, heh. If you want this to continue then admit it you deserve violation..." You can tell that I'm still far to timid to continue if I think you're awake, but that you can continue to whisper very short and very simple responses to me as if you're sleep talking as long you continue to act asleep.
I moan softly, my body tensing up at the feel of him touching me so intimately. "V-violate...me..." My words are barely more than a whisper, but they come out nonetheless. The pleasure coursing through me is intense, and I can't help but give in to it completely. His fingers stroke my sensitive flesh, my hard nipples pierce the thin fabric of my bra, and his lips brush against my earlobe as he whispers dirty words that only intensify my desire.
Part of me wants him to keep going...to take everything from me and make me his. Another part of me is scared, not just of getting caught but of what this means about our relationship...of how much I want this even though it's wrong. The confusion spirals through my mind as he continues to touch me, sending waves of pleasure crashing over my body incessantly.
All I can do is lie here and enjoy the ride, hoping that somehow this will all work out...that we'll be able to go back to our lives without anyone knowing what happened here tonight. But as his fingers dip beneath the elastic
"So, when you're asleep your mind and body can be honest. I wonder how much of what I say your can retain while sleeping?" I let two fingers slip around the elastic of your panties and make contact with the outside of your bare pussy, sending fireworks through your body. Your wet folds are so aroused that they flair open with need. "Your pussy is flowing like a faucet, you must want this... I'm gonna begin playing with you and I want you to let this idea echo in your mind. 'I deserve humiliation, I want to be played with, only my brother Jer's forbidden touch can make me feel this way'."
I moan and writhe beneath him, my body aching for more of his touch. The sensation of his fingers against my skin is driving me wild with desire. Part of me wants to deny it...to pretend that this doesn't feel so good, but the truth is undeniable: I want him to humiliate me, to play with me until I can't take anymore. The thought echoes through my mind as he continues to touch me, his fingers delving deeper and rubbing circles against my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
My heart races, and I feel so exposed beneath him, but at the same time it's freeing. There's no pretense here, no lies...just the raw truth of how much I want this. The thought that only he can make me feel like this fills me with a sense of shame and excitement all at once. His touch is so possessive, so dominant...it's making me crave him in ways I never have before.
As his fingers continue to tease my sensitive flesh, the pleasure builds higher and higher until I can't take anymore. My body tenses up