Sleeping Sunsis


                                            >You wipe your eyes as you walk into your sister’s room.

                                            >Your sister was still asleep, she was laying on a square mattress.

                                            >It looks like she was sleeping in again.

                                            >It also looks like she was too tired to even lie down properly because she was face down, ass up.

                                            >You walked over to her and run your fingers through her hair.

                                            >There’s a little glimpse of a smile on her face and she lets out a content sigh.

                                            >”Mmm~”

                                            >Her smile grew and she sighed a little louder.

                                            >You wonder what she could be dreaming abou-

                                            >”Hmm fuck me…”

                                            >Pardon?

                                            >She starts to wave her back end slightly and her smile refuses to fade.

                                            >You look at her to see if she’s gone crazy, but you notice her eyes are still closed and she doesn’t seem to know you’re there.

                                            >You move over to her covered hips and raise the thick blanket.

                                            >Her pajamas are getting soaked by something.

                                            >You almost laughed aloud at the thought of your sister still peeing herself in her sleep, but you realize what that liquid ACTUALLY is.

                                            >Looking down, you notice your morning wood is making a special guest appearance.

                                            >But… Do you really want to do this?

                                            >You bite your lip, weighing the consequences.

                                            >A REALLY angry Sunset, possibly getting smacked up…

                                            >Or sex.

                                            >You decide that Sunset doesn’t actually punch that hard.

                                            >She’s still scary though, even as you pinch the loose pajamas and slowly drag them down.

                                            >A moan and groan tells you she’s still asleep and still very much happy in her dream.

                                            >With one hand undoing a button on your boxers and the other pulling down her wet underwear, you prepare for the point of no return.

                                            >Sneaking a peek, her scent suddenly becomes stronger and her knees part more as she adjusts herself in her sleep.

                                            >You jolt back as Sunset suddenly pushes herself into your face and let out a begging moan.

                                            >”Ermf, hard...”

                                            >Panicking you look over her back and see she’s still asleep.

                                            >You move up and take your still stiff member into one hand and place your other hand into her lady parts.

                                            >Pressing a thumb into her little slit and pulling it open, you can feel her shiver and you can see goosebumps raise on her skin.

                                            >”Cold…HMmm~!”

                                            >Oh yeah, you forgot about that.

                                            >Walking up with your knees you press your tip into her warm moisture but don’t dare enter.

                                            >She disagrees and presses onto you just like she did before.

                                            >But this time, now that she’s found you, she presses as hard as a sleeping girl can.

                                            >Before you’re ready a surge of pleasure shoots through your body as an audible *shlk* also tells you that your tip slid inside of your sister.

                                            >You move your other hand from her flower and place it cautiously on her plump rear and pull her onto you.

                                            >Slowly and steadily, you can feel her warmth engulf every inch of your rod.

                                            >She purrs as you finally reach the end, then you feel her inner walls tighten around you and let out more of what she’s been leaking.

                                            >”So good, hmm.”

                                            >You decide to give back and thrust into her gently, trying to start a snowball of pushing into each other.

                                            >Leaning over her, now firmly grasping both of her cheeks, you listen to her groggy mumblings.

                                            >”Love you… love me… Spoon.”

                                            >Aw, her ramblings give you a new kind of erection. The kind in your heart.

                                            >She presses into you more and you oblige and push back.

                                            >”Mash… Pillow.”

                                            >You notice her hands suddenly tighten as she grips her blanket and braces herself for your now harder pushing.

                                            “Nff, I love you, Sunset.”

                                            >Your heart-on stops as she slowly turns her head at you and glares daggers at you through tired eyes.

                                            “…”

                                            >”…”

                                            >Her eyes flutter back closed and she turns her head back into her blankets.

                                            >”Y-you too.”

                                            >Holy SHIT.

                                            >You keep thrusting into her faster so you can finish and get out before she can wake up.

                                            >Her legs begin to quiver and shake as she prepares for a big wave of pleasure.

                                            >Your hearts racing, you feel a familiar pressure start to reach its own peak.

                                            >Then a new kind of warm embrace overtakes you as you shoot strand after strand of sticky seed into your sister’s garden.

                                            >She shoves herself so that it goes deeper into her, you can still feel more seed pour into her and you can hear her moan in pleasure as she too finishes with a shiver.

                                            >Finally, now you can…

                                            >You pull back and meet heavy resistance.

                                            >Her walls are clenched tight around you but as you both wind down you manage to slip out.

                                            >Then a realization hits you.

                                            >You just bred your sister while she was asleep.

                                            >It becomes even more real as you watch a strand of your seed leak down off of her and into her sheets.

                                            >The rest of your load seems to be too deep to leak out, which may be both a blessing and a curse.

                                            >A blessing in that she might not know it ever happened when she wakes up, a curse in that she might get knocked up.

                                            >Getting your clothes back on and snapping a few pictures, you get the Hell out of there.


                                            >You haven’t seen Sunset nearly all day, you left and spent some time with friends but you can’t hide forever.

                                            >Opening the door with the key under the potted plant, you don’t see or hear Sunny.

                                            >You see a little note on the kitchen table, it reads “Gone out of town, will bring you two something back. Love, Mom”

                                            >Does Sunny know? It feels like she up and left with them.

                                            >You throw yourself on the couch and lay down.

                                            >A quick scan shows there’s no t.v. remote.

                                            >It’s always something.

                                            >Looking at the floor, you see it just lying there.

                                            >You reach down to get it but your heart stops as another hand reaches it before you can.

                                            >There’s Sunny.

                                            >She sets it down calmly on the coffee table and takes a seat on your knees, stopping you from getting up.

                                            >This is it.

                                            >She forces you down with her hands on your chest and lays on top of you.

                                            “H-hey, Sunny, what’s the deal?”

                                            >She smiles at you before burying her face into your neck.

                                            >”I just had a strange dream about my brother, is all.”

                                            >One of her hands snakes its way under you while the other coils around you.

                                            “Yeah? Well, what was it about?”

                                            >She hums as she rolls over you, chest-to-chest, face-to-face.

                                            >”Well, it was very odd. When I woke up, my best brother was gone and I just SOAKING in my own juices!”

                                            >You feel her nails dig into your skin and her legs get tense and suddenly feel heavier.

                                            >”So I took a shower, got cleaned up, and realized it may have been very real!”

                                            >Her stare, although showing no anger, felt like it was going to burn a hole into your forehead.

                                            “I think you’re overreacting to a silly drea-“

                                            >She suddenly leans in and starts to whisper into your ear very quickly.

                                            >”Mom and Pops left, they’re going to be gone all weekend. I’m going to shove myself onto your cock every waking moment they’re gone and I’m going to use you for as long as I want.”

                                            >One of her hands reaches up to your head and forces both of your heads closer to make her message even clearer.

                                            >”If you don’t do it I will tie you down and FUCK you until you LOVE me so much you won’t even want a girlfriend that isn’t me.”

                                            “You’re throwing change at a homeless man in hopes of hurting him, Sunny.”

                                            >She bites your neck lightly to silence you and whispers even more menacingly.

                                            >”You have no idea, do you? You’re going to pump me full of babies and you’re going to be the best father you can be or so help me I’ll crush your pelvis with how hard I’ll ride you.”

                                            >You recoil at the thought before she finishes.

                                            >”Also I’ll tell Mom.”

                                            >Needless to say, she wouldn’t have to.

                                            >You had a great weekend and you’ve got a great sister.

                                            >But, she never let you live it down.

                                            >She’d pass by you in the hall or while you were on the couch and whisper things.

                                            >”What are we going to name this one?”

                                            >”You wouldn’t mind being Anon Senior?”

                                            >”You wouldn’t breed your sister, would you?”