SisMoondancer Comfy/Lewd


                                            >’It looks like this is going to be a record-breaking winter, Amanda, with a high chance of heavy snowfall-‘

                                            >Ugh, you hate winter.

                                            >If it wasn’t blazing hot in the summer then it was freezing cold in the winter.

                                            >’That’s right Arthur, I’d like to remind our viewers to take it slow on the roads the next few days-‘

                                            >You huddle tighter in your blankets as you listen to the news.

                                            >”Has Hell frozen over yet, bud?”

                                            >Without looking up, fearing your blankets might fall, you answer your dad who was likely standing in the doorframe to your room.

                                            “No, not yet. Almost there, though.”

                                            >You both started to laugh when suddenly a loud *crack* stopped the two of you in your laugh-tracks.

                                            >”Wonder what that could be-“

                                            >Then the sound of shattering glass made him rush out of the room.

                                            >You can hear him stomp over to Moondancer’s room, open the door and shout, ”Aw shit!”

                                            >You jump out of bed, wrap your blanket around you like a cap, and follow Dad.

                                            >When you finally get a look into your little sister's room, you gasp as you see a giant white pile.

                                            >”I knew I should have just gotten rid of the damn skylight!”

                                            >Getting closer, you reach out to touch the huge pile of snow that fell through the roof.

                                            >Then a hand shoots out of the pile and you yell in horror as it latches onto your wrist and pulls you.

                                            “Dad! Help!”

                                            >He rushes over to you and grabs the hand trying to drag you into the pile of white death.

                                            >With a mighty heave he pulls on the offending limb and a body comes out of the icy cold pile.

                                            >Dad suddenly pats your back and grabs your shoulder.

                                            >”Nice job, son. I thought Moony was in the bathroom if you hadn’t screamed like a little girl I might have left her in there!”

                                            >You wince at the compliment before Moondancer stands up and presses herself into your blanket.

                                            >”S-s-s-s-so c-c-cold…”

                                            >She stares into your soul with pleading eyes and you fight the urge to-

                                            “Get in here before I change my mind.”

                                            >You wrap your arms around her and shield her from the remorseless winter air that poured through the hole.

                                            >And you instantly regret it as the ice on her skin touches you and turns your veins icy.

                                            >”T-thanks, Anon.”

                                            >You could feel her cuddle her head onto your chest like a baby penguin.

                                            >Glancing between Dad and the broken skylight, he points to the roof.

                                            >”That’s like a foot of snow on the roof and I’m not ready for a snow siege, let alone try to replace that thing in the middle of one.”

                                            >He scratches his head and looks at the snow.

                                            >”Anon, could you clean up your sister? I’ve got to get this snow out before it fills up this entire room…”

                                            >You nod and look down and see Moondancer still shivering in your arms.

                                            >Leading her to the bathroom you give her your blanket.

                                            >”Anon?”

                                            “Yeah, Sis?”

                                            >”Could you h-help me change?”

                                            >Now you feel more awkward than cold.

                                            >”Just help me get out of these pajamas, I’m FREEZING.”

                                            >She leaned down to the sink and opened a drawer full of panties and bras.

                                            >You never knew that drawer even opened, it looked more decorative than anything…

                                            >Dropping the blanket she formed a t-pose.

                                            >Her pajamas were wet all over and you couldn’t help but shield your eyes.

                                            >”Hurry up before I get hypothermia!”

                                            >You reaches for her chest and start unbuttoning her top when you reach the final button she turns around allowing you to pull it off of her.

                                            >She undid her bottom and let it drop to the floor and you put a hand in front of you to block the sight of her changing.

                                            >Then a knock on the door made you jump and a voice called from the other side of the bathroom door,

                                            >”Anon, your father asked if you could share your room until he fixes the skylight, could you?”

                                            >You sigh and respond with a, “Yeah, Mom.”

                                            >Moondancer suddenly pulled open the door, blanket wrapped around her, and left.

                                            >You spent the rest of the day laying on the couch, Moondancer was probably in your room laying on your bed trying to get warm.

                                            >And every minute you dreaded having to share a bed.

                                            >The idea of spending the night on the couch was pretty tempting but you realized freezing on the couch was worse than being warm and awkward.

                                            >Besides, you’d be asleep, so it wasn’t going to be THAT bad…

                                            >Finally your heavy eyelids get the better of you and force you to get up off the couch and head to your room.

                                            >Moony was laying there, reading a book.

                                            >She looked up and glew bright red.

                                            >”Going to bed?”

                                            >You nodded and went to the other side and laid on your back.

                                            >She threw your half of the blanket over you and sank into her own half.

                                            >Both of you were staring at the ceiling, trying to resist the urge to turn to face each other.

                                            >She broke first and looked over before looking back up.

                                            >Then you broke and glanced at her before looking back up.

                                            >”I guess I’ll do it, then.”

                                            >She grabbed her pillow but you stopped her before she could pull it from under herself.

                                            “No, no, I’ve got it.”

                                            >You slip out your pillow and stuff it between both of your waists.

                                            >For an extra layer of safety, you turn over and face away from her before putting an arm under your head.

                                            >It’s difficult at first, but eventually, you fall asleep.


                                            >Damn it, you can’t sleep!

                                            >Anon keeps shifting in his sleep, the blanket didn’t cover a small sliver of cold air from hitting your side, and it was starting to get bigger the more Anon pulled the blanket over HIM and took your half!

                                            >You’re going to have to make a compromise.

                                            >You turned to him and saw him lying on his back with his mouth open and asleep.

                                            >Scooting closer to him, you take out the pillow separating the two of you.

                                            >It was just for one night until Dad could fix your skylight…

                                            >Just one time.

                                            >Raising your thigh over him you press yourself into his chest again the same way you did when he chose to shield you from the cold.

                                            >The cold air from before vanishes as you dig deeper into the blanket to get closer to him.

                                            >Now you feel…Content.

                                            >It’s really warm, HE’S really warm.

                                            >You actually don’t mind this.

                                            >But just one night!

                                            “Just one… *yawn* night…”


                                            >Something was stopping you from getting up.

                                            >You look down and see Moondancer wrapped around you, her leg over your own and her arms wrapped around you.

                                            >Was it getting hot under these blankets, or was it just you?

                                            >Her breathing was slow and deep and was soothing, in an odd way.

                                            >She smiled while she was sleeping, far away in her dreaming.

                                            >You lay your head back and give in to this strangely sweet surrender.

                                            >Gently pushing your head into hers, you nuzzle her hair.

                                            >It feels like you could get lost in the moment for forever.

                                            >And you realize that you need to treasure this moment spent with her.

                                            >No, not just this moment, every moment with her is a moment you should treasure.

                                            >Your eyelids begin to feel heavy but you don’t want to fall back asleep.

                                            >Before, what you would consider awkward and uncomfortable, feels so right.

                                            >You don’t want to close your eyes, worrying you don’t get to take in this warm moment with your lil’ sis.

                                            >You don’t want to miss a single bit of it.

                                            >And then you are lulled back to sleep.

                                            >You were laying on your bed, sprawled out and enjoying the space.

                                            >Moondancer was looking into a mirror and was untying her hair from its ponytail, getting ready to go back to her own bed.

                                            >”Someone looks happy.”

                                            >You refused to acknowledge the compliment by looking at her but you answered anyway.

                                            “I’m going to miss waking up in the morning to one of your amazing kidney punches.”

                                            >She was flustered by your insult and you can hear her stomp on the floor.

                                            >”Well maybe you shouldn’t have tried to cuddle with me when we agreed to keep to our own sides of the bed!”

                                            “If I recall correctly, you were the one cuddling ME.”

                                            >She rose a hand to retort but then the door to your room creaked open and Dad poked his head through.

                                            >”Moondancer? I know I promised but it’s going to take a few more days before I can patch that hole up in your room.”

                                            >Sis turned and her jaw dropped,

                                            >”W-what?!”

                                            >”I don’t have anything around the house to cover it up but as soon as the ice on the roads melts I’ll head out and get something to fix it right up.”

                                            >Dad reached down and brought up a thick folded-up blanket and quickly handed it to sis.

                                            >”Just for a few more days, honey. Besides, when was the last time you actually talked to your brother?”

                                            >He turned his head to you and announced,

                                            >”You better talk with your sister while you can before she goes back into being cooped up in her room all day.”

                                            >”Dad!”

                                            >He left and shut the door, Moondancer holding the extra blanket in disbelief.

                                            >You rolled back over to your side and sighed,

                                            “I don’t want this any more than you do.”

                                            >”You move around too much in your sleep.”

                                            “At least I don’t talk in my sleep.”

                                            >She climbed onto her side of the bed and gave you a quick glare.

                                            >”I do NOT talk in my sleep.”

                                            >You chuckled as you turned the lamp on your nightstand off with a *click*.

                                            “Goodnight.”

                                            >”Goodnight.”

                                            >It was black as pitch and you could feel her throwing the new blanket over the first one.

                                            “If you really don’t want to cuddle you should have used the blanket instead of the pillow.”

                                            >”Shut up! It’s warm enough in here already now go to sleep!”

                                            >You shrugged it off as she rolled over, you could tell she was too embarrassed to even face your direction. Even if it was in total darkness.

                                            >Forcing your eyes closed you try to get some shut eye.

                                            >But what she said was beginning to prove more than true.

                                            >It started to get warmer and warmer in your bed and eventually you resorted to flipping your pillow over just to feel the cold side.

                                            >The extra layer of blanket sure didn’t help and neither did the extra body in the same bed.

                                            >To make matters worse your pajamas start to feel as if there are ants in them with how hot it’s getting.

                                            >Having had enough, you make a desperate attempt at cooling off and getting comfortable.

                                            >You slide off your shirt and drop it out of the bed as calmly as you can.

                                            >Then came off the other half and as soon as they did a surge of relief swept through you.

                                            >Moondancer will be trying to keep away, so you should be fine in just your boxers.

                                            >You may not cuddle tonight, but at least you won’t melt in your own bed.

                                            >Now comfortable and cool, your eyes shut and you drift into sleep.


                                            >This is even worse than last night!

                                            >You should have just left the blanket on the floor!

                                            >The blanket didn’t make you feel any better, if anything, you were getting too hot.

                                            >Are you going to have to sleep in your underwear?

                                            >Ugh, you hope not.

                                            >Especially not with HIM in the same bed as you.

                                            >And if things went south, you’d be in an even more awkward position than last night!

                                            >A stirring breaks your train of thought and the blankets rise and fall as something on Anons side of the bed moves.

                                            >What’s he doing?

                                            >Whatever it is, it’s making it hotter in here.

                                            >With a deep sigh you patiently wait for Anon to stop rustling and finally lay still.

                                            >Then you wait for any more signs of him being awake, you can feel the very slight rise and fall of his chest and hear the very faint slow methodical breathing he had last night when he really was asleep.

                                            >Now was your chance and you quickly and quietly stripped to the bare minimum and throw out the clothes.

                                            >It certainly feels better than before and you let out a sigh of content.

                                            >At least it wasn’t so-

                                            “Eep!”

                                            >You feel a hand and an arm wrap around your waist and a chest push against your back.

                                            >His legs connect with yours and the words ‘little spoon’ ring in your head.

                                            >There was no WAY he was awake, he wouldn’t DARE.

                                            >With a poke and prod and even a “Anon? Are you asleep?” you confirm your assumption.

                                            >He pulled you in closer to him and her nestled against your back, his every breath was tickling the back of your neck.

                                            >Maybe you could…

                                            >NO. N-O.

                                            >You push the thought out before you can even think it!

                                            >Forcing your eyes closed you try to make yourself go to sleep.

                                            >It’s not easy but you do eventually succumb to sleep. For a while, actually.

                                            >Until something VERY hot and VERY hard starts pressing against the back of your panties…

                                            >You bite your lip in terror and in an ugly form of excitement.

                                            >And to make this even more of a nightmare Anon began to…

                                            >’rub’ against you.

                                            >Somehow his boxers had come undone and you felt his raw, uncovered passion pressing and massaging your behind.

                                            >Of all the things to happen, BOTH of you undressed in the SAME bed.

                                            >A poke interrupts your thinking and brings back a throw-away thought.

                                            >And you were considering it…

                                            >Maybe…

                                            >Should you?

                                            >He would never know, would he?

                                            >Even if he grew suspicious you could somehow turn it around on him.

                                            >That’s if he doesn’t wake up of course.

                                            >A quick sudden jab later and Anon slipped right into your thigh gap.

                                            >Your skin shivers in delight and you get goosebumps from the unplanned pressing and rubbing.

                                            >He felt so hot, even through your panties.

                                            >And his animalistic humping was enough to make you start questioning your mental health.

                                            >Carefully you pull your underwear to the side of your young flower, you had to be careful not to wake him up at all times.

                                            >Reaching down in the dark, you felt around and eventually find his tip and move it towards its intended target.

                                            >His steaming hot tip moved uncontrollably as he continued his sleeping assault on your thighs and it gave you one last moment of thinking.

                                            >Are you sure you wanted to go through with this?

                                            >Having your brother enter you?

                                            >A warm feeling spreads from your heart and to the rest of your body and you decide, “Yes.”

                                            >Pulling his member up it finds your entrance and inserts itself with ease thanks to your natural lubricants.

                                            >Two sensations attack you at this point.

                                            >One of intense pleasure as Anon begins to clutch you tighter in his arms and pull you closer in embrace to hopefully get deeper inside of you,

                                            >And one of stinging pain as he stretches your opening and snatches away your virginity.

                                            >Your body starts to spasm as you near what if you remember correctly from that awkward sex-ed class, orgasm.

                                            >You let out an “Ooo~” as he hilts you repeatedly and without relent.

                                            >Biting your lip again you feel influx after influx of ecstasy and bliss ride through your body as Anon rides you.

                                            >An abrupt shock hits you and your heart begins to race as you realize what Anons quickened thrusting meant.

                                            >Shutting your eyes closed you make no effort to stop the sudden, final, thrust or the warm, hot, substance he buried deep in your field.

                                            >Slithering a hand down you messaged the skin just below your waist and just above your inseminated organ.

                                            >You relaxed your muscles and body and let him pull you closer like a teddy bear or doll.

                                            >Just before you fell asleep, you could feel an impromptu smile on your face and could only imagine the smile on his still dreaming face.

                                            >The deed was done and you fully intended to take advantage of however long you would share this bed.


                                            >You stretched out your arms and let out a loud yawn.

                                            >You’ve never felt so great in your entire life but you didn’t let it show.

                                            >Looking over you saw Anon putting a pile of clothes on top of a towel he was holding.

                                            >He saw you and quickly looked away, seemingly embarrassed.

                                            >”Hey, did you… Did we do anything last night?”

                                            >Rubbing one of your eyes you shook your head.

                                            “No, unless you mean actually staying on our respective sides of the bed for the first time.”

                                            >He nodded quickly and threw a pair of underwear into the pile.

                                            >”I just had this dream. Is all.”

                                            “Did you know some scientist believe there’s a correlation between a person’s dreams and their subconscious thoughts? Maybe you should tell me about it, I’d love to hear it.”

                                            >He looked at you with a little worry, but then, with a smile.

                                            >”Yeah, maybe I should.”