Brothers Sleepwalking Brings Me Pleasure

I woke up to the sensation of my panties being gently tugged down, a shiver of pleasure ran through my body before I quickly yanked them back up and pulled my nightie down to cover myself. I reached over and turned on the lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. I turned around to find my brother standing there, his eyes still closed as he continued to sleepwalk.

“Shit, this is getting out of hand,” I muttered to myself as I carefully guided him towards his own bed. I pulled back the covers and helped him climb in, tucking him in gently before turning off the light and making my way back to my own bed.

As I lay there, my mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened if I hadn’t woken up in time. The idea of my own brother seeing me naked and vulnerable sent a chill down my spine. I knew I would have to talk to him about his sleepwalking and find a way to stop it before it caused any real damage.

The next morning, I approached him as he sat at the breakfast table, a look of embarrassment on his face as he avoided eye contact with me.

“We need to talk about last night,” I said, my voice firm.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, not meeting my gaze.

“You were sleepwalking again, and this time it went too far,” I said, my voice rising. “You tried to take off my panties.”

He looked up at me in shock, his face turning bright red. “I-I didn’t mean to,” he stammered.

“I know you didn’t mean to, but it’s not okay,” I said, my voice softening. “We need to find a way to stop this from happening again.”

“We should keep this between us. If Mom and Dad found out, they would be furious. God knows what would have happened if I didn’t wake up in time, you could have put your thing insi… let’s leave it at that.” I stopped myself before I could finish as it was disgusting to even talk about.

I could see the guilt and remorse in my brother’s eyes as he nodded in agreement. We both knew that this was a serious issue that needed to be addressed. Sleepwalking was not something to take lightly, especially when it involved such inappropriate actions.

Over the next few days, the sleepwalking incidents persisted, causing frustration and concern for both of us. One night, I was jolted awake by the feeling of my brother’s hands groping my breasts. I quickly sat up and pushed him away, my heart racing from the unexpected intrusion.

My brother, still in his sleepwalking state, stared at me with vacant eyes. I carefully guided him back to his bed, tucking him in and ensuring he was settled before returning to my own room.

Two weeks had passed since the last sleepwalking incident, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. My brother’s condition had improved, and our lives were slowly returning to normal. It was my 19th birthday, and my parents had thrown a party to celebrate the occasion. The house was filled with laughter and cheer as friends and family gathered to mark the milestone.

As the night wore on, I found myself indulging in a bit too much birthday cheer. My head was spinning, and I could barely keep my eyes open. Mom noticed my struggle and offered to help me to bed. Gratefully, I accepted her assistance, allowing her to guide me to my room.

Once there, Mom helped me undress and slip into a comfortable nightgown. I was too drunk to do much more than mumble my thanks before drifting off to sleep. The last thing I remembered was Mom gently tucking me in and whispering a soft goodnight.

I woke up gasping and panting with my nightie right up over my boobs. The surge of pleasure between my legs with my legs pinned to my chest and held there tightly by a pair of hands and heavy breathing and grunting. I looked down to see Jake, his eyes still closed, thrusting into me with a fierce determination.

OMG, Jake was fucking me my own brother inside of me he finally managed to do it. I barely managed to reach for the lamp and turn it on. It had been a long time since I had been with anyone and the feeling of being filled and pleasured was overwhelming.

“Ah fuck, Jake, mmmm fuck oh fuck, your cock feels so good in my pussy,” I moaned as I felt Jake’s thick cock plunging deep inside of my pussy. I did try at one point to gently move him, but in his sleep state, he seemed to have incredible strength, pounding her pussy relentlessly. I couldn’t bring myself to stop him as my pussy never had this much pounding before.

My panties were around one of my ankles, and I was still groggy from the booze from the party, which was still going off even at 4 am.

I could feel Jake’s hands moving from my waist to my breasts, roughly squeezing and kneading them as he continued to thrust into me. I could feel the familiar tightness building in my stomach, signalling that I was close to orgasm. How the fuck was he doing this in his sleep, I still can’t believe am laying here letting him do this to me.

The music was loud downstairs so it didn’t matter that I was moaning loud and my bed squeaking.

I couldn’t believe that I was lying here, letting my own brother take me like this. But at that moment, all rational thoughts and moral boundaries seemed to disappear as I gave in to the intense pleasure that he was giving me. I wanted more, I needed more. I reached down and started rubbing my clit hard.

As Jake’s thrusts became more forceful, I could feel my body responding in ways I never thought possible. My pussy was throbbing with pleasure, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body. I couldn’t believe that my own brother was giving me the most intense sexual experience of my life, and he was fucking asleep.

Suddenly, Jake’s hands moved down to my hips, his grip tightening as he picked up even more speed. I could feel my entire body being rocked by his powerful thrusts, my moans becoming louder and more desperate with each passing second. I was completely lost in the moment, my mind consumed by the incredible pleasure that my brother was giving me.

“Aw fucking hell, ah yes oh keep fucking me,” Even my ex didn’t make me moan this loud and badly.

As Jake continued to pound into me, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. And then, as if on cue, I felt my orgasm wash over me. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, my body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Squirting and shaking covering me, my bed and his cock in my juices. I didn’t have time to catch my breath as his cock was still going strong.

He ploughed my pussy at such speed and pounded me hard until he grunted, shit. I could feel Jake’s cock explode inside of me shooting his hot spunk into me as he continued to pound into me.

The next morning, I woke up alone in my bed. At first, I thought it was all just a dream, but as I felt the soreness between my legs, I knew it was real. A mix of emotions flooded through me as I tried to process what had happened.

As I made my way downstairs I saw him sitting at the breakfast table he saw me and quickly put his head down in shame. I sat down across from my brother, unsure of how to approach the situation. I could see the guilt and remorse written all over his face, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was my brother after all, and I knew he would never intentionally do something like this.

“Hey,” I said softly, trying to ease the tension between us.

He looked up at me with sad eyes and mumbled a quiet greeting. I could tell he was still embarrassed and ashamed of what had happened.

“I… I don’t know what to say, did we… you know… I… I woke up this morning in your bed I was naked” Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unable to meet my gaze. I could see the turmoil in his eyes as he struggled to find the words to explain what had happened.

“I… I don’t remember anything,” he finally said whispering as Mom and Dad were getting ready for work.

Dad looked at me, “Morning sweetie, had a good night last night with the party, you got so drunk bless you. You don’t look too good this morning you look hammered.” well hammered you could say that if only he knew I did get hammered by there son, my brother.

“Uh, oh yeah the party, the party was fun,” I replied, trying to act nonchalant. I couldn’t bear the thought of my parents finding out what had really happened last night. I had breakfast and went to my room and moments later there was a knock on my door, “come in” I said.

“Hey,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” I replied, my voice equally soft.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes downcast.

“It’s okay, Jake,” I said, trying to ease the tension.

“No, it’s not okay. I never meant to hurt you or… or take advantage of you like that. I don’t even remember anything, but I know I must have done some terrible things,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

I could see the pain and guilt in his eyes, and my heart ached for him. Despite everything, he was still my brother, and I could never hate him for something he did in his sleep.

“It’s okay, Jake. We just need to figure out a way to stop your sleepwalking before it causes any more harm,” I said, trying to remain calm.

“Jake, what you did to me was wrong, but if am also being truthful,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “When you had sex with me while I was asleep, and it was… it was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before.”

Jake’s eyes widened in shock, and I could see the realization dawning on his face. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I don’t even remember doing that.”

“I know,” I said, reaching out to take his hand. “But it happened, and we need to deal with it. We can’t pretend it didn’t happen or ignore it. We need to find a way to stop your sleepwalking and make sure something like this never happens again. Even though it felt really fucking good.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Jake stammered, still in shock.

“It’s okay, Jake. I just wanted you to know that I’m not angry with you. I understand that it was something you couldn’t control, and I don’t hold it against you,” I said, trying to reassure him.

As days turned into weeks, the recollection of that evening slowly lost its vividness, morphing into a peculiar and dreamlike episode from my history. Yet, intermittently, my mind would wander back to that particular night, recalling the fervour and delight of Jake’s surprising gestures.


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