[WLM] [INC] Slumber Party

I was five, and my eight year old sister would have friends over.

They'd do the trick where a person is asleep and they would put that person's hand in warm water. A reaction dating back to time in the womb where you'd relax and, eventually, urinate in your sleep.

I grew to resent weekends. I'd always wake up to wet underwear or a gaggle of girls giggling at my bedside as the stream started to flow.

My sister was always popular in school, and I was always the geeky boy, booksmart but never the top of my class. And every weekend my sister would have her girls over.

Things calmed down when she and her friends would dwell on makeup and hair and what boys they had crushes on. I was just nine and they were going through their puberty.

A few years later, and I had my summer of growth. And on weekends the girls would leave their room to peer down the hall and giggle, peer through doorways and giggle, even peek in the shower at me. Always the telltale giggles.

One night I woke up to my bedroom door opening up and giggling. It was hot so I slept with just a sheet, half covering me. I felt their hands on my thighs, just starting to get covered with hair, and I pretended to sleep. I felt their hands on my boxers, and continued to pretend to sleep. I felt a hand slide in my boxers, gently squeezing my manhood, and continued to pretend to sleep.

And giggles and hushing whispers as I grew hard under their touch.

With my eyes closed I couldn't tell who was touching me, but the hand pumped once, then released, letting my cock flop on my tummy. More giggles and hushing whispers.

I came to relish the weekends. I'd pretend to sleep, and girls would explore my body as I lay there. One girl got more brazen, a tentative tongue touching where I had started to leak precum. More giggling. More hushed whispers.

Another night a girl started pumping, and continued pumping. "Watch this," I heard from one of my sister's friends as I got close, and she milked me, letting my cum shoot out onto my tummy. Several different fingers spread it on my fuzzy stomach, and I heard one girl say, "Wow, it's salty!"

I had turned 18, my sister had been 21 for a few weeks, and I'd come home for summer break. And as usual the weekend echoed with the peals of girls, now women, doing womanly things.

And at night, I heard my door creak open. No giggling, no whispers, just a single set of footfalls. My sheet was dragged off my body, uncovering my new practice of sleeping nude. I felt her hand on me, squeezing me, pumping me a couple times to reach my hardness. Then I felt her hips slide across me as she straddled me, then slid me into her.

As she took my virginity, I heard her moan. As she thrust her hips up and down, I heard her purr and whine. And as she came on my cock, I felt her pussy clench and milk me. I came in her, a moan escaping uncontained from my throat as she continued to ride me, achieving a second orgasm before resting on me, letting me soften inside her.

"Thank God for birth control, eh brother?" I heard my sister's voice whisper.