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I stood, heading for our tent, calling over my shoulder. “G’night, Dustin.”

“G’night, Sissy,” he said softly as I unzipped the tent and climbed in.

I took off my shorts and crawled into my sleeping bag, sure I wasn’t going to be able to sleep right away, if at all, but I was wrong.

I wasn’t sure what woke me. I was disoriented, unsure where I was, until I heard the sound of the waves against the shore. It was still full-dark, very late—or very early. Behind me, Dustin was asleep, breathing deeply. Then I felt what had woken me as my brother groaned and shifted again—I felt his erection against my lower back and gasped, the heat of it incredible, even through his boxers.

“Dustin?” I whispered, feeling the roll of his hips forward, wedging his cock against the crack of my ass. I was wearing a t-shirt and panties, but things had gotten all twisted while we slept, and my sleeping bag was somewhere down near my ankles.

“Mmm no more,” he mumbled. “There are plain ones on the counter.”

I blinked in the darkness, trying to decipher this code. The feel of his cock against my ass made me ache. I try to wiggle away, but his hand was on my hip and I couldn’t escape. Was he asleep or awake?

“I want one,” he whispered, close to my ear. “Gimme.”

“Dustin, are you sleeping?”

He moaned softly and his hips began to move, the shaft of his erection rubbing slowly, bunching my panties up between my ass cheeks. I felt the grip of his fingers on my hip, my ass, heard his breath coming faster. Was he really still sleeping? I glanced over my shoulder to see, but it was too dark to tell if his eyes were open or closed.

“Dustin?” I whispered again, a little louder. Maybe I could wake him up?
Should
I wake him up? Wasn’t waking up sleepwalking people dangerous or something? I remembered when we were kids, he used to sleepwalk all the time. My parents would find him in the kitchen or trying to get out the back door. They used to just guide him back to bed, and he never remembered anything in the morning.

“Mmmmm.” Dustin moaned again and this time the thrust of his hips was more violent. Oh my God, his cock was free! How had that happened? I whimpered, feeling the hard press of him against my ass, the head slick against my lower back, sliding easily. It would just take a little maneuvering, nudging my panties aside, a shift of my hips, and he could be inside me.

He’s your brother!

I gasped as Dustin moved, his hips adjusting, his cock too, oh God, now he
was
pressed between my thighs, his shaft rubbing between them. My pussy felt fat and hot. I whimpered again, trying once more to wiggle away, but it only forced him further between my legs, his cock wedging my panties deep between my swollen pussy lips.

“Dustin,” I moaned as he began to thrust in his sleep, driving my panties through my slick slit, the head of his cock rubbing against my clit. I spread my legs more for him. I couldn’t help it. Oh that was good. So fucking good.

This isn’t happening.
That’s what I told myself as I arched back against him.
I’m dreaming.

I found my hand between my own legs, pulling my sticky-wet panties aside so I could feel the head of his dick rubbing against my clit. But I wanted more. Oh God, what was wrong with me?

“Dustin?” I asked, louder this time. He didn’t answer me. Instead, he groaned and grunted and thrust. He was sleeping, I was sure of it. He wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

I pressed his cockhead against my clit with my fingers, rubbing it there, moaning and arching back. My pussy lips wrapped themselves around his shaft, almost like we were fucking, but it still wasn’t enough. I took him in my hand, marveling at the heat and thrust of him. So big!

I wanted it. I wanted him.

I aimed carefully, timing it to match his mindless thrusting, and found myself impaled with the next forward movement of his hips, both of us moaning in pleasure, Dustin in his sleep, me fully aware of the wicked, horrible thing I’d just done.

But it felt so fucking
good!

“Oh God,” I cried, trying not to move, trying not to rock back, imagining his horrified reaction if he woke up and realized he was fucking his sister!

But he was already imagining it out by the lake.

Had he really been fantasizing about fucking me while he jerked off? He’d called my name as he came, I remembered, flushing with the memory of how hard I’d climaxed just watching him.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” He was thrusting hard and deep and fast. I was going to have to work to keep up, I realized, my fingers slippery wet, finding my clit and rubbing furiously. Oh but it wasn’t going to take long, I could tell. My pussy was already beginning to spasm around his shaft. I could feel how deep he was inside, the head of him buried in me.

“Oh no! Oh God!” I cried out, nearly sobbing with the reality of what we were doing, but I still couldn’t help myself. It felt too good, too right, my pussy aching for release. And it was coming. I was going to climax around my brother’s cock.

Dustin’s fingers dug deep into my hips as he thrust again, his breath hot against my neck, and I buried my face in my pillow to keep him from hearing my scream as he drove me to my own orgasm, my pussy clamping down around his shaft, snapping shut again and again on his length. I felt each pulse of his dick, felt his cum, not inside of me but seeping out, as if he’d come so much I couldn’t contain it all.

I sobbed into my pillow, overwhelmed with emotion, devastated by what I’d done, too limp and shocked to move, but when Dustin sighed and moaned in his sleep, sliding his arm up to my waist, his face buried in my hair, I slowly began to relax.

“Dustin?” I whispered into the darkness. “Are you sleeping?”

No answer. I reached down and covered myself with my sleeping bag, hoping to cover up what we’d done. It wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have done it, I knew that. But it would be okay. He would wake in the morning with no memory of it. That’s what I told myself as I drifted off to sleep listening to the soft sound of rain starting to fall.

“Sissy.”

I heard him saying my name, felt his lips, feathery light, over my neck. Then his hands, moving up my hip, under my shirt. His hand cupped my breast and I gasped, my eyes flying open wide.

“Dustin!”

“Shhhh.” His cock was hard, still between my legs.
Oh God, it wasn’t a dream.

I moaned softly as he thumbed my hardening nipple, shaking my head. “No, Dustin, no…”

“Yes, Sissy, yes” he whispered, and I felt him throbbing between my thighs.
“Yes.”

It was still raining outside, a soft patter on the roof of the tent. “Dustin, we can’t.”

“We already did.” His breath was hot against my ear.

I gasped, turning in his arms. “You weren’t sleeping?”

“No.” He grinned. “At least, not for all of it.”

“Dustin.” I stroked his cheek with my fingertips. I knew I should have been shocked, appalled. Something else besides—thrilled. But I couldn’t help what I felt. “Oh Dustin… I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

“I know. Me too.”

And then he kissed me, and all was lost. Our bodies had known far before we did what we wanted, no,
needed,
from each other, and we both found it in the most unlikely yet natural place in the world—our sibling’s arms.

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