EroticReverie

Valerie Valencia Violet

I lay in bed with the covers only pulled up to my waist. My one leg straight, the other bent and lifted, which is my normal sleeping position, but also, the position he prefers when he sneaks into my room and we both pretend I'm asleep the entire time he's inside of me. 

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When I was fifteen, my mother and father passed away in a car accident. So at fifteen, my older sister Vanessa, who was twenty two at the time. Moved me in with her, and took over guardianship. 

Then when I was sixteen and Vanessa was 23, we  moved in with her older boyfriend Ethan. 

Our parents were well off, we had plenty of money that was left to us, more than enough to last our entire lives, yet I think Ethan, was an extra security net for my sister. I think she likes Ethan, but I don't think she loves Ethan. I think she only loves what he can provide for her, for us. Which is why she now wears his engagement ring. 

Maybe that's part of the reason that when Ethan started slipping into my bed six months ago, I never stopped him. Never "woke up" , never said anything to him, or my sister, about the fact her fiance fucks me in my "Sleep".  Maybe it was because I knew what he could do for us, just as much as my sister did. Maybe it was because I didnt want to mess things up for my sister with him. Maybe because she'd taken over guardianship when my parents passed away, that I didnt want to give her another burden by telling her, oh and by the way, your fiance has started fucking me at night. Maybe I'm just a bad sister, maybe Im just a bad person, because I let it happen, and not only that. I enjoy it. 

Some nights, I lay here, waiting...my pussy craving it, my skin waiting for his large hands on my body, and some nights he doesnt come.  The first time he'd done it....I'd been so still, probably too still, too stiff and tense for him to believe I was asleep. But he didnt say a word, and neither did it. 

The second time, was a few weeks after that. After the two weeks of wondering if I'd truly dreamed it, or made it all up in my head, because he'd acted so perfectly normal afterwards, i'd believed it hadn't even happened. But the second time, i'd known he was in my room before he even reached the bed, my mind and body hyper aware of waiting for him to return, even though I thought i'd made it all up in my head. 

Then, it happened again the next week...and the week after that...then it started happening twice a week....and for the past month, he's come to my room almost every other night. 

We still don't talk. I still don't "Wake up".  He comes into my room, into bed, inside of me, leaves me full of cum, and leaves. We both pretend i'm asleep, even though we both know the truth. And I know, that he knows, that I'm awake everytime. Because while I might not talk, the soft breathes, and gasps, whimpers, and slight moans, are becoming so much harder to hold back. In turn, it makes him louder, he groans more, curses softly and moans my name when he cums inside of me. 

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My ears perk, and my pussy pulses as I hear the soft click of my door opening, the soft sounds of his feet moving quietly on the floor and the second soft click of my door being shut. How would he have me tonight? Like this, on my stomach, sliding into me from behind? Would he turn me onto my back gently and spread my legs and make out out with my breasts before sliding into me and hovering over me as I tried to keep my face neutral and unmoving, as I tried my best to be "Asleep" ?

Tonight, I've made it clear by my choice to sleep entirely nude, that I'm well aware of what he does with my body, and that I want him to do it. Because I'm serving it up to him on a fucked up platter. 

"Mmm" I hear a soft hum and then I suck in a breath as I feel his fingertips skim down my spine. 

Then I feel his hand at the base of my spine where the covers rest, and his fingers curl around the covers and draw them down. Another hum coming from him, and then the blankets drop near my feet. His hand comes back up and I feel his hand between my legs, his finger searching me as always, finding me already wet, his finger toying with me, slipping inside just barely, then back out and down to my clit, rubbing it, all while I try to keep still, keep calm and do my best as pretending to be sleeping. 

"mmm" he hums again as he slides his finger back to my cunt and slips two fingers inside this time. My ass ivoluntarily lifting slightly and he groans slightly, and it's silent in my room, other than the sounds of his two fingers making it clear to him that I'm ready for him as the wet sound of my pussy fills the quiet. 

His fingers slide out of me and then his hand is grabbing my leg gently and moving it, pushing and maneuvering me until my body roll onto my back, my tits bared , his mouth coming to them immediately and flicking my nipples, sucking them softly as his knees, push apart my legs for him to get between them. 

My head is turned, my eyes closed as he pinches my nipple with his teeth softly, it makes my body react, tensing slightly, and he groans , then sucks the nipple, before letting his mouth pop off and and I feel him reach down, pushing his cock against my pussy, then sliding in. His groan of relief is my favorite sound, i like that I make him feel good enough to make that sound, i like hearing how much he enjoys using me. 

He leans down, hovering over me on his knees, his forearms to the bed as he thrusts in and out of me slowly. His breath against my ear, my head still turned to the side. 

"You have the best fucking cunt" he exhales and my pussy clenches as his words are whispered roughly against my the shell of my ear. 

"you're such a good girl, letting me rape you while you sleep" he whispers and I whimper, my pussy clenching because this is the most he's ever talked while fucking me. 

"dont ever wake up, just lay there like a good girl while I fuck your perfect little fucking pussy" he groans and then kisses below my ear as his thrusts keep going slow, in an out out , my body reacting, my hands on the bed , fisting the sheets, because it feels so fucking good when he's inside of me. 

"tonight's our six month anniversary" he whispers and my hands lifts and they grab his sides, and I gasp and he freezes for only a moment. I've never grabbed him, but he was marking the days since it started? Since he began coming to my room? He says nothing about my slip up of my hands on him, even as my nails dig into his lower back as he keeps whispering to me.

"Six months since the first night you let me inside you" he groans.

"Six months, of fucking your horny little pussy" he whispers and I whimper and he groans. He bites my ear lobe gently.

"Six months of you laying here pretending to be asleep while you let your sisters fiance rape your fucking pussy" he groans and I feel my hips lift into his thrust and and he groans. 

"She goes out of town tomorrow....for two whole weeks......" he groans.

"Two whole weeks .....and im going to need you more than just at night when you sleep Valerie...i plan on screwing my fiances little sister all over this fucking house...all day....every fucking day" he groans and I moan as my hands go to his ass and I pull him in deeper and he grunts. 

He cums quickly, probably from his own words, his own imagination of having me wherever he wants in his house. His hips pump as he grunts, finishing inside of me. His cum buried deep, as always. He pants heavily against the side of my face. Taking a few moments to himself as he comes down from the high. 

"We're going to have such a good fucking time together" he whispers and kisses my cheek. I dont move, my hands fall away and he moves off me, slowly. Covers me up and then as always, leaves without a word, my door clicking softly as he opens it to leave, and clicking again when it shuts. 

I lay there, my eyes opening, as I stare at the draped white canopy over my bed. 

Two weeks. He was done letting me pretend that I was asleep apparently. Would I even be able to look him in the eyes and have sex with him, outside of my bed in the dark with my eyes shut? Would I be able to actively betray my sister? Up until now it was easy for me to tell myself, I wasnt as much to blame as Ethan, because I wasnt the one who initiated it. He came to me. He fucked me. Not the other way around. I just laid there. Up until now, I couldve claimed I was truly asleep, no matter how many times moans or whimpers or breathy little gasps slipped past lips while being fucked in the middle of the night. 

But I already knew the answer. I could. I could look him in the eyes. I could , and would, finally be on top, and moan his name, and beg for what I wanted. Because I think my sister doesnt love her fiance, but I think I might. Or at the very least, I loved him inside of me. 

There's no more pretending.