Sister Dreams
this is the first chapter in a story that will probaby not get finished for many years to come, takes me awhile before i'm able to gain inspiration for the next one.
THis is the 1st, it's a simple little chapter to begin with :D
Sleepers
John twisted in his bed again. He’d had a hard on for hours, since he went to bed in fact. He’d wanked off a few times but at 15 it never took long to recover. His mind kept drifting back to this afternoon and what he had seen.
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He came in from his Judo class after school and was tired and sweaty. The showers were broke at the gym and he was sticking to his clothes and felt hot and grimey. He came upstairs and threw his bag into his room. His parents weren’t home; he hadn’t seen the car out front.
His sister was going to her friend’s house tonight he recalled, something about a joint speech for English they needed to work on. He smiled as he recalled her dismayed face when she was telling their Mum about it, at 13 she was a bundle of hormones and moods. Everything was twice the intensity.
He raised his arms and winced as he stretched out his side, still stiff from the effort earlier. He pulled his t-shirt off letting the cool air hit his bare chest, his nipples stiffening as the cold air danced round them.
He looked at himself in the mirror, a small patch of hair in the middle of his chest and a small, faint trail of hair down his belly. Samantha, his girlfriend, had once called it the stairway to heaven. His mate, Paul, had another name for it, crab ladder. He preferred Samantha’s name. He sat down on his bed and pulled off his shoes and socks.
He had been running and going to judo regularly, so he had some definition, but not nearly what he saw from the older guys in the showers. He sneaked peaks at them, their well defined bulging muscles, all the hair. Sometime he even looked, very discreetly, at their large pricks, not that they ever got large, but they still looked so thick and dwarfed his little tadger. He was the youngest in the adult class, Sensi had told him when he had his birthday to move to the adult class. He had gone from being the best developed to one of the least and he still tried to compare at times.
He stripped his jeans and boxers off, kicking them to the side, then went back to the mirror on his wall. He struck a few poses in the mirror, tensing his stomach to see the six pack peek out at him, his aim was to have that normally, he was determined to go to the gym and do weights so he could be as defined as the rest of the guys in the shower. His eyes closed briefly as he imagined the other guys looking at him, muscled and larger than the rest.
He snorted as he thought of the last. He reached down briefly grasping his limp dick, “yeah, I’m too tired as well” he muttered, suddenly feeling the effort of the Judo. He picked up a change of clothes and a towel, he didn’t bother covering himself as he was alone in the house, besides, he liked the feeling of the air against his skin as he walked.
He was busy thinking about the weight lifting as he crossed the landing to the bathroom and threw open the door and froze. Standing, naked in front of him was Lorna, his little sister. Intense cold cascaded down his back to his arm, legs and feet and he couldn’t move, the cold had frozen him to the spot.
She was standing on a towel on the carpeted floor in front of the shower. A small part of his mind, for some bizarre reason, guessed this was how she never made those large footprints on the carpet his mum was always going on at him about. She held a towel in her hand but seemed as still as he was, her large blue eyes staring at him. She was only about 5’4 and had that slim, coltish, almost stretched out look common to teenage girls. Her wet blonde hair was plastered to her head and trailed down her back, a thick section of it split off and fell across her breast, parting to let her aroused nipple to peek out from under it.
His gaze fell lower, her legs had a toned look, but yet were showing the curves that would one day make her a head turner. He followed them up till they joined at her hip, and then he gazed at the light covering of hair over her slit. He felt the blood rush to his face and suddenly the cold was gone and instead was a heavy heat blasting his face and his groin. He felt his right leg moving, going forward of it’s own volition and his arm rising, a slow mockery of the instant erection he was now sporting. He’d never even felt the clothes and towel fall from his numb fingers.
BANG! The front door opened and he heard his parents come in below them, his spinning and running into his bedroom was as lacking in conscious thought as his earlier move towards his sister had been.
He leaned down, his buttocks against the door, his hands on his knees, dragging gulps of air into his lungs trying to cool the raging heat within his body. He picked up the discarded pair of jeans and pulled them on. He looked out across the landing, Lorna’s bedroom door was tight shut and the bathroom door stood open.
He crossed the landing again and went into the bathroom. His sister was not there this time, he closed the door and locked it. Taking a deep breath he could smell the scent of her shampoo or conditioner and again the image of her standing there filled his mind. He could still smell the fragrance as he later braced himself against the wall under the flow of water from the shower as he jerked his dick back and forward till he came, spurting against the wall.
Growling he spun round onto his belly in his bed and stuck his arms under his pillows pushing his head into the pillow. His thoughts still on that momentary glance he had of his sister, standing there innocent and enticing to him. He turned over again and was lying on his back with his arms folded behind him. This was his sister, he couldn’t be thinking about her like that, it wasn’t right. He had to do something to take his mind off things.
That was it, Samantha, his girlfriend. He settled himself down and began thinking about her. His mind drifted to their last date, they’d went to see the latest Hollywood block buster. The “film of the year” well, until the next big film was released. It wasn’t the film that dragged him back, it was what had happened in it.
They went on Friday, they had a double period of English and Mrs O’Neil, the teacher, was off so they decided to dog the classes. It was a thrill as they took off their ties and headed for the cinema. He couldn’t help noticing the short grey skirt Sam had on, and her legs underneath it. She’d let him stroke her leg, he’d even got to have a very quick feel over her panties but she’d pushed him away after that.
They got to the cinema and it was pretty quiet, they’d meant to see it the last couple of weeks but stuff had came up so the immediate crowds were gone, they had most of the cinema to themselves, just a few folk scattered throughout the theatre. Sam lead him up to the back and the side, her smooth hand lightly holding onto his, no one else was near.
The sat down just as the lights fell, quickly they sat down in their seats. The natural reaction to sink into the shadows when in the cinema was never stronger in John’s mind than today. He’d picked up a strong feeling from Sam, something was on her mind, and it was going to be naughty.
John had his arm round Sam, he could feel her gentle warmth though her school blouse. His arm was round her shoulders and her head was resting on his shoulder. They looked such a nice couple, the ideal image.
The trailers rolled by, an excuse for a few little kisses, quiet, discrete, but even then it seemed Sam had plans, there was an urgency quickly followed by a shyness that wasn’t normally present. Feeling like he was on uneven ground, John was a little unsettled, but excited, a promise of things to come and he was not feeling like waiting.
The main feature started and John began to settle down. It was a big action flick and he always like them. Especially the scenes where the female lead was introduced, always some sort of figure hugging outfit to emphasise that she was desirable while being able to kick your butt. Then again, he liked that idea in itself, the confidence and attitude he’d love to see in Sam, but she was very demure and didn’t take the initiative.
It was at this moment that he felt Sam moving, he began to turn round to look at her but he felt her lips, soft, warm and moist, graze his neck sending a jolt down his spine. She gently turned her head up till her mouth was right next to his ear, “Just watch the movie, keep your eyes on that screen or I swear I’ll stop” She leaned back off him and moved forward in her seat.
“Stop wha..” He was cut off midway through the sentence by Sam’s finger pressing against his lips
She looked up at him, her head still tilted slightly down so her eyes were looking coyly up at him. “No talking,” she said softly, quietly, “One word, and this is over, just sit back and enjoy.” His eyes were still fixed on her in wonder, she flicked her gaze towards the screen and then back to him. “I said, eyes forward or I stop now”
His eyes shot back toward the screen like they were spring loaded. He had no idea what she planned, well, he did have an idea, but she’d never done that before. He couldn’t believe she’d do it in a cinema. He felt her move forwards and could hear the soft sound of her sliding off her seat.
His eyes were glued to the screen and yet nothing that happened on it registered. The portion of his brain that was devoted to seeing from his eyes was desperately trying to learn to see with his skin and through his clothes as well so he could see what Sam was doing!
Suddenly her hands were on his knees, he nearly jumped out of his seat he was so tense. A low throaty chuckle came from below his chest, just above his groin. Her hands slowly travelled up his thighs, going from the sides to the front on either side or his, now rock-hard, dick. Then her fingers curled slightly, then ran down his legs, softly scraping with her nails. His breath caught in his throat and he forced it into his lungs with a gasp. A soft "shhh.." came from below him.
He shut his mouth so hard his teeth clicked together.
Her hands had slowly crawled back up his legs and now above, reaching for the waist of his trousers. As she undid his trousers his fingers were rigid, digging into the arms of the chair he was in. He felt the trousers being opened and Sam slid them down along with his boxers, her other hand reaching in and grasping him, her hand felt cool against his engorged and heated flesh.
He let out the breath he'd been holding in a quiet sigh, she'd wanked him off before, but she'd never felt the need to kneel in front of him to do it. Surely she'd…, cohesive thought dissolved as she started stroking him, slowly up and down, teasing, coaxing him. Then her breath was hot against the skin of his prick.
Suddenly he felt her lips around the head of his cock and then they parted and he slipped inside the wet, hot depths of her mouth. He felt the lips slide over the head and then down the shaft. He'd never felt anything like this, Sam had never, ever, done this for him. The moist heat inside and the feeling of her tongue caressing the ridge, the very edge of the head of his dick was unbelievable. He was sure sparks were being generated inside Sam's mouth because he felt a current running up and down his body as she slowly slid up and down his length.
He found a depth of willpower he hadn't realised he had as he managed to still keep his eyes fixed on the screen while his girlfriend gave him his first ever blowjob. Muscles all over his body were tensing up and his mind was overloading as the sensations he was experiencing were overwhelming him. Soon, and far sooner than he liked, he felt the familiar tenseness building in his groin then suddenly he shot his load into Sam's sweet, hot, receptive mouth. He let out his breath in one last groan and sunk back into his seat.
He was just relaxing as Sam swarmed into his lap and kissed him. He was just about to kiss back when a thick, hot salty goo was spat into his mouth, some of it managing to find the back of his throat. He coughed almost throwing Sam off his lap in the convulsions of the cough. She had spat his cum into his mouth, he spat repeatedly onto the floor as Sam regained her seat next to him. "What did you do that for?" he asked aggrievedly.
Sam looked back over at him, her eyes narrowed slightly, "You should have told me you were about to, to, you know!" Even after the fact, her natural shyness prevented her from saying some stuff.
'about to …, to …, you know!'
"You said not to say anything or you'd stop" John said, wide eyed and mildly confused. She picked up a handful of popcorn and threw it at him. John sat back and spat one last time on the floor, trying to get rid of the taste. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and popped some into his mouth then his face screwed up, salted, not the flavour he was after just now. He decided to have a hot dog next time, thought about it some more and then decided on nachos. Definitely nachos next time.
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John let out a big sigh and wiped himself off with the spare sock he had for "clean ups" He turned over and caught sight of the clock, past 1am. Jeez, and he had school tomorrow. He lay back and tried to relax but was becoming aware of the pressure in his bladder. He turned onto his side and twisted here and there but, no good, still needed the toilet. Rolling onto his back again he gave a melodramatic sigh and sat up.
He slid out to the side of his bed and started groping about for his pyjama trousers. He put them somewhere about here, he was sure of it. After a few more random grabs he found them and pulled them on. He grabbed the doorknob as a huge yawn split his face almost in two, his left arm held above his head while his right hand was rubbing at the back of his neck.
The landing was dark and quiet, only the light from the streetlamp brought any illumination to it. Crossing the dimly lit landing he headed to the toilet door. He reached for the door to push it open and noticed Lorna's door lying, he pressed his lips together and expelled his breath out through his nose, just go to the toilet and be done with it, besides, he was getting sore!
As soon as the noise of the flush had faded John opened the door, he was always worried that the noise would wake someone up. Not that it was bad, he simply felt they'd be justifiably annoyed. He stepped out and heard a quiet noise from Lorna's room.
He turned round, looking into Lorna's room. The door was open a few inches and he could see the bottom of her room. His mouth was dry and he swallowed, suddenly nervous his arm reached for her door and softly pressed against it, the surface cool and smooth. Not totally smooth, he felt the small lumps and bumps of the paint and the wood burning themselves into his hand. He could feel the surface of the door as never before, his nerves knowing something was happening even before he did.
Softly pressing his face to the door he could see inside her room, the light from the bathroom spilling over into Lorna’s giving a faint lumination. Again he caught a noise and froze, a small gasp, and sharp, muffled intake of breath. His sister was laying on her bed, her bedclothes tangled around her legs and her head thrown to one side, hidden in shadow. He could see one of her arms disappear down into her pyjama shorts, pulling them down slightly, revealing the developing swell of her hips to his hungry eyes.
He tried to swallow to get some moisture back into his dry mouth, suddenly this simple thing taking on so much importance while he watched his little sister. The hand moved rapidly, the movement obscured but obvious to him, rubbing between her legs, her legs flexing, squeezing her arm, putting more pressure there. On her clit, he thought, the words falling like lead in his mind leaving him dazed but still riveted to the sight.
Still as any guardsman on sentry duty he stood motionless, scared of what might happen if Lorna looked up and caught him, terrified of what he would miss if he moved. The gasps became more frequent, her movements more jerky as her hips began to move. Suddenly, she moved, every nerve in John’s body jangled alarm at the motion but she turned on her side, facing away from him. Her arm was now trapped tight between her legs and she shivered, her hips bucking and a quiet, muffled squeak escaped from her mouth. As she grew stiller John decided to move quickly before she spotted him.
Stepping quietly away, he moved back to his room. His movement letting more of the light back into Lorna’s room, he didn’t notice her furtive glance towards the door as she heard his soft footfalls leading away from her door.
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