Leslie licked her lips and smiled, her braces glinting slightly from the dim moonlight shining in through the window. She looked down at her sleeping brother and felt her panties stir. She reached under her nightie and rubbed her pussy through thin cotton.
For the past week she had been lying awake in bed at night, frigging herself to this fantasy, trying to build herself up to actually doing it. But she always lost her nerve. Tonight would be different, she thought, tonight she would get what she wanted.
Leslie was a closet slut, dreaming every night of being fucked in every hole at once, being filled with more cum than she could stand. But she was shy, and therefore still a virgin. A virgin with a plan. She wanted that first load of dirty jizz shot right down her throat, and she couldn't think of a nastier place to get it from than her own brother. It made her feel slutty and nasty, so desperate for cock she would suck her own brothers cock while he slept just for the taste of hot manhood.
She took a deep breath and slid her nightie off over her head, revealing the majority of her pale 15 year-old body to her sleeping brother. His breathing was slow, and she still had time to back out. She had never made it this far, not even close. Only once had she stood in the doorway, fingering herself until he rolled over and she ran away scared.
It was supposed to be real quick. She would come in, suck him off, then leave. But now everything seemed to be in slow motion. She didn't know how sound a sleeper he was, and she almost like that. What if he woke up? Would he like it? Would he make her do this every night? The thought sent good chills through her.
She reached down and pulled her panties down to her knees letting them drop the rest of the way to the floor. She felt the wet fabric rub against her ankles as she stepped out of them.
Her brother still didn't stir. Leslie paused for a second to measure his breaths. Still too far apart for him to be awake. She reached over him and grabbed the corner of his comforter, pealing it back and exposing him from the knees up.
She was surprised to see an erection already formed in his shorts. She had heard jokes about boys having naughty dreams, and morning erections but she hadn't thought of them in her fantasy. She had imagined herself taking his wilted cock in her hand, licking it's head sweetly, filling it with sensation and blood. His erection would slowly form in her soft virgin hand and between her innocent lips.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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