1. My s****r when I sl**p


    Date: 11/24/2014, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: Jottersten, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    CHAPTER ONE – The Surprise Visit I tossed and turned in my single-sized bed, unable to fall asl**p. It just wasn't going to happen. Not tonight. I just knew it. I wasn't even remotely sl**py. Just as that thought process began to run itself tirelessly in my head as if to taunt me, I heard a faint creak of floorboards outside my door and I instantly stopped my restless movements. Laying completely still, breathing as little as necessary so as to listen as best I could, I waited. *CREAK* I heard it again! Someone is standing outside my door! I wasn't sure who it was or why they'd be standing outside my door at.. I very slowly turned my head to the side to see 2:33AM glaring back at me through the darkness. ..at two-thirty in the morning! My first thoughts were burglar, and then I heard it. My door slowly opening, the old door-hinges squeaking as if in protest of being woken-up so early. My heart was pounding like mad. I didn't dare move. Hell, I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. My body had become paralysed with fear. I could hear the prodding of feet softly on my floor, surprisingly considering how loud my heart was. I was certain this intruder, whoever they were, could hear it too. The footsteps stopped and, from what I could tell, they stopped directly next to my bed. I couldn't see anything through the darkness, but I was certain they were there. After what felt like hours, but was surely only seconds, I felt my blanket slowly start to slide down my body. `That's ...
    odd', I thought to myself, my brain kicking into gear and throwing off some of the fear. `Why are "they", whoever it is, removing my blanket...?' Once the blanket was down to just below my knees, it stopped moving and then nothing. Not a sound. Not a peep. Not a thing. `What is happening!' my brain screamed in my head. Then a hand landed on my hip. It took everything I had not to scream out in terror. I hadn't expected it. I didn't know what I expected, but I definitely knew it wasn't that. I was dressed only in briefs and a light shirt. It wasn't cold enough to require anything more, nor hot enough for less. The hand started to work its way to my groin, moving so slowly I could hardly tell it was moving at all. But it was, and given what I'm sure was its intended destination, I started to harden, just at the thought. I still wasn't certain who's hand it was, but I had started to suspect it wasn't some stranger, breaking into our home just to fondle me. No, it was definitely one of my f****y members. It was sleek feeling, so I ruled out dad, and it wasn't much larger than my own, so I ruled out mum. That pretty much only left one person. Rachel, my 14 year old s****r. `What the hell is she thinking?!' I thought, shocked at the result of my deductions. My s****r, Rachel, was two years older than myself and had never shown this kind of attention to me, EVER. Not that I could recall anyhow. We were always fighting and arguing, as b*****rs and s****rs always do. That wasn't to say ...
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