Between Siblings (Alluring x Sweet)

[Sweet Nothings]

Meghan had no idea that such an intense level of boredom could be achieved on a Friday night. Usually she would have headed straight from school to the mall with some friends, wasted way too much money on far too little clothing, then worn her fresh haul out to the biggest party that was available. Sadly, everyone seemed to have bailed. Funerals, visiting family, or simply a lack of funds had left her stranded for the night. Perhaps, she dreaded, the entire weekend. Fearful of simply looking odd, the decision had been made to stay at home. And what a waste! With their parents out of town, this would have been the weekend of all weekends to maximize for the both of them to maximize their delinquent behavior.

A languid sigh passed from her lips as she changed into something much less flashy. An over sized T-shirt that had been stolen from a boyfriend she didn't remember slipped over her shoulders effortlessly. The neck hole had been cut which allowed the soft cotton to hang loosely and reveal a shoulder. Fore modesty's sake she stepped into a little pair of boy shorts, though the shirt's hem was longer than her bottoms which offered the illusion of nudity. That was how she liked it around Jason. Meghan would never admit it, but once they'd both started to go through puberty it was impossible to ignore the changes they both went through.

He'd transformed from a stringy stick into something with much more musculature to look at, and the baby fat from his face had melted away to reveal rather attractive features. She herself had developed nicely. Finally, she was filling in bras and underwear they way they were intended to be. Dresses that were previously too loose in the bust area were growing tighter and tighter by the month.

They had mutually agreed upon making a movie night, even though she wasn't particularly interested in watching anything. Their spacious living room was prepared. She turned on the stereo, made some popcorn, and fluffed the pillows as necessary. Despite all of this, it took her all of thirty minutes before she was leaning heavily against the cushion at her back and drifting to sleep. Action movies just weren't her thing, apparently. She wasn't out for long at all before the whispering started.

"Mm, yes please." Meghan had always talked in her sleep. When they were children sharing a room she would prattle on for hours making no sense at all if Jason didn't bother to wake her up. But once they'd moved to a new house and they separated into private rooms, her sleep talking had taken a rather devious turn over the years. "Yes, yes.. right there." Her tone was one of a lover's whisper, lusty and much more appropriate for an intimate exchange than an action movie.

 

[Alluring Theories]

With their parents away and most of his friends busy with either their girlfriends or family commitments, eighteen year-old Jason had been left in charge of the house and taking care of the dogs. He always hated that his parents trusted him so much, it wasn’t that he was a perfect angel like they had always thought, just that he was always good at covering his tracks.

The high school senior donned a tightly-fitting green t-shirt that showed off his newly muscular form along with a pair of black basketball shorts, which would show his bulge if he became the least bit aroused. He was freshly showered from basketball practice which he had attended before heading home. With him and his sister Meghan both stuck at home on a Friday night they had agreed to a siblings’ movie night that would hopefully entertain the two of them.

Only it didn’t. At least not apparently, considering it had taken her all of half an hour to fall asleep, leaning back into the couch as her mind wandered into her subconscious. He remembered back from when they were both kids she would always sleep talk and he had been waiting to hear what crazy things she’d start saying when he heard “mm, yes please” escape from her lips. That was something that could be taken many ways, but nothing that would trigger any flags.

“Yes, yes.. right there.” He heard as she continued moments later. That was something that gave him a much better idea of where her mind was and something that instantly made his cock bulge, swelling with blood as he heard his sister moan a whisper. There was no doubt about it—she was definitely enjoying whatever dream she was having.

There was no denying her attractiveness, the past few years had been very good to her, giving her breasts which were easily some of the best in their school and an ass and hips that filled her out quite nicely. Not to mention that beautiful face, those gorgeous lips. Now that he was thinking about it, she really did have it all. He had always sensed that she had something for him, but he always felt it was just a joking attraction, but maybe it was more.

She seemed so exposed there, in nothing but apparently a t-shirt as she slept. He knew it was wrong, but her whispers had already turned him on and he found himself lifting her shirt to find the boy shorts there beneath her. “Damn.” He muttered quietly, surprised by how quickly he found himself taking peeks at his sister. He moved his hand to her thigh, massaging it gently as she slept, he knew she was a bit of a hard sleeper so he felt that a light massage couldn’t hurt.

 

[Sweet Nothings]

It’s wasn’t Meghan’s fault! She just couldn’t control what her subconscious thought about while she was asleep. Her muscles relaxed in her dreaming state, forcing her slender body to sink into the large cushion of the sofa. The slouching posture really wasn’t doing her curves any favors, but the existence of them was undeniable. The act of lounging forced her cotton shirt to ride up her back side, the wide neck sliding lower and lower along her ample chest with each breath. The slope of her breasts soon became the only thing keeping her modest, but even that barrier was thin.

“Oh, Jason…”

If she had been aware of her actions, her cheeks would have turned a bright shade of red followed by an immediate retreat to her bedroom. But she wasn’t. Meghan simply continued on, incapable of being phased by her brother’s presence. “Jason please, please don’t stop…!” The request was offered with as much urgency that the slumbering girl could muster.

At first, the girl seemed to be unresponsive to his massage. Her thighs were firm and tight and led up to that shapely rear which usually prompted many explicit whispers between boys. When they went to the beach, many seemed to enjoy watching her departure, let alone her approach. Finally, after several moments of contact, he earned a reward. A slender hand reached out blindly, fingers grabbing at the chest of his shirt and holding fast as she offered another moan. Her back arched. What cruel dark magic kept that neckline from revealing her soft flesh?

“Mmm.” Slowly, those firm thighs parted, natural instincts taking over as autopilot with her mind on a brief hiatus from reality. The new comfortable pose was impossible not to act upon. Her free hand mindlessly dragged along stomach and hips only to settle at her crotch. Her palm pressed gently against her unexposed sex, seemingly guarding herself until… “Oooh!” This moan was louder. Her dream-like state was quickly turning into quite the adult-themed show for her brother, who was held close by his shirt the entire time. He’d have to work carefully to pry her fingers away if he chose to try.

 

[Alluring Theories]

Moaning in her sleep could be excusable, everyone had a dirty dream from time to time, she just happened to be a sleeptalker as well which clued him into her naughty subconscious. What wasn’t excusable was how she moaned out his name as he rubbed at her thigh. His eyes grew wide once more as thoughts ran through his head about all those times she had teased him about being attractive—she had been totally serious.

He continued listening as she said his name once again, followed by “please, please don’t stop.” By then his cock was throbbing, bulging in his shorts at its full thick nine inches, sitting there with his hand on her thigh and his eyes drinking in her lovely curves. Then when he thought things couldn’t get any dirtier she reached out and grabbed at his chest, subconsciously pulling him closer as her back arched. It was clear she was having quite the incredible dream.

He then looked down to her her thighs parting and her legs spreading, giving him access if he so desired—which he did, but apparently she couldn’t wait for him to make the jump. Her hand was pressed to her crotch moments after she had spread her legs. He was falling deeper into a lusty trance as her palm pressed against herself followed by a louder moan, providing him with quite the show, but it was a show he wanted to be a part of.

He reached over and loosely grabbed her wrist, making sure to hold it steady as he pried it away from her body, sitting it down on the nearby armrest before pulling at the elastic band of her boy shorts before sliding his hand down the front, his index and middle fingers pressing firmly against her sex, feeling just how wet she had gotten in her sleep. He slowly ran his fingers up and down her slit before slowly plunging them inside of her, feeling her wet folds clamping down onto his fingers as he pushed them further inside of her before slowly pulling them out and replacing them once more. His eyes closed as he was overtaken by the pure taboo of the situation as he muttered his sister’s name. “Mmm, Meghan…” He groaned as he touched his sister’s body, half hoping she would wake with his fingers plunging inside of her.