EroticReverie

Chase

It was my first day back for winter break, only a week and a half to spend back at home.  I'd had dinner with my parents, my younger sister Celeste was at a friends house when I'd gotten back. I'd been to college out of state, which was good for me. For her. Because we'd been dangerously close to crossing a line, especially this past summer before I left.  So, while I missed her, I also was glad she was avoiding being here. Or at least that's what I assumed it was. 

It started a few years back, where I'd came home drunk from a party, and ended up in her bed. Nothing happened. I'd spooned her, and that was it. I apologized the very next day. Then a few months later, the same thing happened. The third time we shared a bed, was when a really bad storm had hit one night, and Celeste never did good with storms, so she'd crawled into my bed that night. I'd held her facing me that night, and woke up with her arm and leg around me, and gave myself a very indecent hard on. It was the first time, i'd shared a bed with her and popped a boner because of it. 

But then every other week or so, one of us would get into the others bed in the middle of the night. Then we'd be gone to our own room before our parents could wake up to find us sharing a bed. 

It was innocent. It really was. Until, it wasn't. The longer it happened, the more often I'd get hard with her beside me, and I'd chalked it up to being a teenage boy, whose dick couldnt tell the difference between a girl, and a girl he was related to. 

It was this past summer before I'd left for college, that we'd flirted with that line.

She'd been tipsy, and so was I, and we'd laughed and shushed each other as we stumbled into the house, to keep our parents from waking up. 

Without either of us thinking, we'd stripped down in my bedroom while laughing and still shushing each other through laughter. 

I'd gone down into my boxer briefs, and she'd stripped into her panties and bra. Both of us had gotten into bed, still laughing as we got under the covers. she'd complained that her bra was uncomfortable. I'd simply stated to take it off, and I'd reached up to the back of her bra, with her back to me, and plucked the straps, unhooking it. If she was nervous or felt odd about it, she didn't let on, because she'd immediately pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. 

I was aware of the fact that it was odd and probably wrong to have my sister topless in my bed, or in my bed at all at our age. But I also didn't care, because I knew that even though there might be forbidden underlying tension, we'd never act on it. So her being topless, was ...no big deal. 

Nothing had happened that night. But then, we became even more comfortable after that night, shedding our clothes underneath the covers, never discussing how inappropriate it was. Both of us just silently agreeing that it was fine as long as we didn't make it a big deal. 

If we spooned, I'd make sure the sheet was wedged between us. Also, everytime we spooned I'd gotten hard ons  each time. Another thing we both ignored. 

It was the end of summer, and the last night we'd share a bed. That night it was hers.  I'd admitted how much easier it was to fall asleep when I had her in my bed, and that I was spoiled, and would miss sharing my bed with her. She'd agreed. 

I'd spooned her, and she'd pulled the sheet from between us, shocking me, as she just laid it over us and nudged her ass into me, against my dick, and I'd frozen.

When I'd opened my mouth and spoke her name, she quietly shushed me and reached behind her, to grab my hand and bring it over, to rest on her stomach.  We were naked, and touching, there was no sheet to let us pretend this was okay anymore. She'd erased that barrier, and my dick had been painfully hard, and I may have taken a few selfish thrusts, grinding against her ass. Then we just laid there, and I closed my eyes, until she moved onto her back. 

It was the first time i'd ever seen her breasts, and they were fucking gorgeous. I was fine with admitting my sister was pretty, but I'd realized that night that I thought she was far more than pretty. She was hot, and my eyes were glued to her naked torso. Her hand had slipped over the sheet, pushing it down over the both of us, leaving us both naked as we studied each others bodies silently. 

I would have done it. I would have fucked her that night. I would have done anything she'd asked me to, anything she wanted. That's how turned on she'd had me. After years of building up. Maybe she wanted me to make the move, or maybe she didnt. I wasnt going to put my hands on her, or my mouth on her, without her say so. So we just stated at each other. 

Moments later she moved onto her side facing me, and brought her body to mine, and I closed my eyes , holding back the groan in my throat as she purposefully pushed her bare pussy against my dick, and nuzzled her face into my neck and kissed it softly. 

"Goodnight Chase" she'd whispered and that was that. I'd not gotten a single bit of sleep as I laid there, holding her to me, with her full breasts, pressed into my chest, her leg hitched up over me, latching onto me while she fell asleep in my arms. 

We'd barely talked at all while I was away. I think we both knew how close we'd come to making a mistake that night, how we'd been building towards that mistake by having "harmless" secret sleepovers in each others beds. 

My parents are already in bed, and I'm sitting in my room in my sweatpants, leaning against the headboard, watching television, when I see the lights through the window as her car pulls in the driveway. I squirm, and play it cool, readjusting my pose on my bed, finding it ridiculous to be nervous about seeing my own sister. 

I hear her come in, and move around a bit downstairs, and can hear her foot steps come up the stairs.  I hold my breath as I hear her stop outside my door, but then she keeps walking. I sigh, and wonder if that night, naked together in her bed before I left, ruined our relationship. I'd i'd let the line become to blurry. 

I jump slightly when my door opens and I look up and see her peeking in.

"hey." she says softly. Her hand curling around the door. 

"Hey." I reply back. 

The small smile on her face makes me give my own back and I inahle as she steps in, a short little robe wrapped around herself. That barely covers her ass when she turns to shut the door. 

She flicks the light off, surprising me and she walks over to "her side" of my bed and opens the robe, slipping it off. 

"Cel.." I say as she stands there in a soft pink thong, and nothing else. 

"Hmm?" she asks innocently as she pulls back the covers. 

"I've been sleeping like shit since you left." she says with a smile as I watch her crawl into my bed, her b cup breasts hanging along with her wavy long brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. and she giggles, leans over and kisses my cheek. 

"Welcome home" she says before plopping down besides me on her back, propped up with me and looking at the television.

My eyes on her tits, god they were fucking perfect. We couldn't fucking do this. We'd gotten so close last time to doing something we couldn't take back. And i thought the months away would teach us both a lesson, to not let it ever get that close again. But she was topless in my bed again, laying there like it was nothing. 

Was she fucking with me? Did she not realize what she was doing? That this wasn't okay? she had to know, she wasn't that dense. 

"Cel..listen.." I say, lifting a hand to my head, running my fingers through my hair. 

She turns slightly, and reaches up with her hand and grabs my cheek and smiles as she makes me fall silent. 

"Don't say it." she says quietly.

"Say what?" I ask. 

"that we can't do this anymore." she says. 

"I like this...i like us being able to sleep together like this...it feels nice." she says as she moves closer, leaning over me, her breasts on my chest as she brings her mouth to my neck. 

"don't tell me we can't...please don't tell me to leave" she whispers and I feel her nipples drag on my chest and groan. 

"Cel...this isn't  good fuckin idea." I say and she purrs against my neck with a hum and she shushes me. 

"we've been doing it for years Chase....it's fine" she says and then, she's fucking ontop of me , straddling me.

"I've missed you" she says, her hands on my shoulders as she kisses my neck and along my jaw. 

"there's nothing wrong with us being just a little bit bad Chase." she whispers. 

"Don't you wanna be just a little bit bad? Don't you miss how good it felt falling asleep together naked?" she asks. I groan. 

"Cel...this is...this is so fuckin bad" I say as I sigh when her tongue drags over my neck. Fuck, what the fuck was I doing? Letting her lick me and, fuck, now she was grinding on me. 

"Didn't the tension drive you crazy?" she asks and then bites my neck and I groan.

"Cel" I growl with warning as I grab her hips, but instead of pushing her, I pull her as I grind back into her and she lets out a little moan. 

"fuck" I exhale and she moans. 

"God, I just wanna be bad Chase" She whisper into my ear as her hips bare down harder and she grinds me faster. 

"I want to be so bad Chase."