Slumber Orgy
Copyright© 2018 by Dexter Xavier
Chapter 3: Couldn’t Sleep
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Couldn’t Sleep - Five teenaged girls liven up their slumber party by inviting the hostess' younger brother.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Sharing Incest Brother Sister Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts
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Erica couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned back and forth until past midnight, when her restlessness finally kicked her out of bed and sent her padding downstairs. Maybe a drink of water would help her settle.
When she reached the kitchen, she found her brother Jimmy had had the same idea. He stood by the fridge, recently-drained glass in hand. Soft, linen pants were all that covered him, letting the moonlight cast over his lean, boyish body, his soft features, his shaggy blond hair. He was cute.
He’s fourteen, she reminded herself. But Erica herself was only sixteen. He’s your brother. But that hadn’t stopped them the first time.
When he noticed her, he gave her a smile — and the quick up-and-down glance he now always gave her body, like he couldn’t help it. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked as he offered her the glass.
“Yeah.” Their fingers touched, sending an electric crackle up her arm. Blushing, she turned away, putting her focus on the water dispenser. The water helped, but she was feeling thirsty for something else entirely. Having this sexual tension with her brother was so damn inconvenient. They lived together, she couldn’t get away from him to let her head clear.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught him peeking again. With a shiver, she realised what she was wearing. A white tank top, boyshort panties. The same pyjamas she’d worn that night, a month ago now, when her slumber party had turned into an orgy with her own brother at the centre.
Half-consciously, she found herself posing. Up onto the balls of her feet, letting her long, smooth legs take that tension like she was in high heels. Hips squared. Shoulders back and chest forward; she was proud of her D-cups, and she knew Jimmy liked them. Maybe she should have ‘accidentally’ spilled some of her water on her chest, let her tank top turn see-through, though her nipples and their piercings already did fun things to the fit.
He’s staring. She could tell by the blush on his face and tension in his neck that he was trying not to, but he was staring at his sister’s body.
She shook her head, shaking out her long, blonde hair. I shouldn’t tease like this. Her free hand ran through her hair, trying to neaten it and get her purple-dyed streaks to sit right. She made her stance relax. “How, um, how is it going? With Lydia and Stacey.” Ever since that night, Jimmy had been dating two of her friends.
He smiled immediately, a fond sparkle in his blue eyes. “It’s great. They’ve sent me pictures from the family camping trip.” He grinned, a hint of cheekiness along with warm shyness. “Sending Stacey instead of me was the right call. I think Lydia’s parents forget that lesbians exist, so they think they’re just very good friends, and they’ve been sharing a tent the whole time. And Lydia, um. ‘Introduced’ Stacey to her favourite cousin.”
Erica was glad she’d already finished her water, or else she’d have choked on it. “You mean they ... with another guy? You’re okay with that?”
“Well, yeah.” He fidgeted with embarrassment as he talked about it, not wanting to brag too much. But she didn’t see even a hint of jealousy in his eyes. “We’ve been... open since day one. Stacey still spends time with Mercedes and her boyfriend. I-I still spend time with Mercedes sometimes. Lydia’s been coming out of her shell, realising how gorgeous she really is.”
They’re open. Erica’s heart started beating faster, gears in her head turning. Yes, Jimmy had two girlfriends. No, that didn’t mean he was out of reach. She looked at him in a new light, tense, nibbling the corner of her lip.
But ... he was her brother. Even if he encouraged Stacey with her twin, Lydia with her cousin, how the hell was Erica supposed to make a—
Jimmy kissed her.
Warmth jolted through her at the contact, his lips hot on hers, still moistened from his drink. Though her mind was surprised, her body responded on raw instinct, pressing back into him. His arm found her waist, holding her close; she could feel his smooth chest against hers, separated only by one thin layer of fabric.
When they came out of it, she had to stare at him for a long moment while her mind turned back on. She felt the glass loose in her grasp, and set it carefully on the counter. “I’m not complaining.” Her voice sounded way too breathy and hot already, but she couldn’t help it. “But where did that come from?”
Jimmy licked his lips. He was still so close, and there was heat in his eyes. “The ... the way you were looking at me. Stacey looks at me like that when she wants a kiss, but doesn’t want to say anything. So I’d thought it could be a signal.”
She laughed, setting her hands on his shoulders. Even shirtless, he felt warm. “Ladies beware, the boy can read signals.”
He huffed, pouting at her. “Well, it’s your turn. What do you think I want right now?”
That was easy. She looked left and right, making triply sure they were alone. And she lifted her top, buoyant breasts wobbling as they dropped free. The moonlight caught her steel barbell piercings, making them shine, and the cool air made her nipples perk up even further.
Jimmy choked and tensed, his fingers digging in at her sides, and he simply could not tear his eyes away. “Th-That’s not fair! Any boy would want that!”
“Noticing you staring at my tits is still a signal. It’s an easy one, but it still counts!” She found herself giggling. Teasing Jimmy had always been fun, but teasing him like this was a whole new experience.