1. Fucking my S*s


    Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: jacobjancsurak, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    peaceful evening, no drama from the parents, and I don't think I even saw Monica again before I went to bed. It occurred to me that if she was in a more comfortable state of mind she might not actually need to talk to me again. With that in mind I let myself begin to drift off to sl**p without bothering to wait to for her. I hadn't quite lost consciousness when my attention was drawn to my door opening with my s****r following close behind. I wasn't quite awake enough at that point to move over or acknowledge her without far more effort than I felt like making if she didn't say something first. It turned out not to be necessary anyway as she simply lifted my covers enough to slip under them with me and curl up in an almost impossibly small area of the mattress. My bed wasn't all that big, but she seemed determined not to disturb me and managed to settle in so that our bodies barely touched. "Good night," I heard her say faintly. I mumbled something similar in response and within a few moments sl**p took me. **** I dreamt about Monica that night. It wasn't her at first actually, just an ill-defined image of a girl that I could have sworn I knew but couldn't place. As usual with my dreams I didn't remember all of it later, nor could I necessarily make sense of the things I did recall. One thing that remained was somehow the girl ended up naked. She didn't mind me looking at her and seemed to want me to touch her too. I was having trouble with that though, I couldn't seem to ...
    control where I touched her. My hand would go for her breasts and somehow always end up just below them, or farther down on her tummy. An experimental reach toward the lower areas of her body yielded the same results. It was around that point that I began to suspect I might be dreaming. Once the thought came to me it became completely obvious that was the case. There were just too many nonsensical things about the whole scenario for it to be otherwise. As soon as I came to my conclusion and recalled being in bed beside Monica before I'd fallen asl**p, the girl became my s****r. Maybe that was who she'd been the whole time. Her body still wasn't well defined, and there was no way it could be fully accurate since I hadn't seen it, but the face was definitely hers. For some reason my hand remained where it had been on the girl's stomach, now my s****r's. I couldn't pull it away and she smiled reassuringly as if she didn't want me to. It was too much for me to process however and that was when I woke up. I was disoriented for a second, not by the room but by the person next to me. It was Monica of course, but somehow we'd gotten closer while we slept and our bodies were pressed against each other. We were spooning actually, when I allowed myself to admit it. Most problematic for me was my arm was wrapped around her side and had pushed her nightshirt up to just below her breasts. My hand was resting on the exposed skin of her stomach and it became clear then why my actions had been ...
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