A sister snuggles up in her brother’s bed one night and wakes up to the strangest sensations

I lay in my bed, shivering slightly in the cold late
autumn night. It had been a very warm day, but tonight
was unseasonably cold. Probably only about 39 degrees
outside, and not too much warmer inside. In theory I
could turn the heat up, but my mom and twelve-year-old
brother, Brady, were out of town with one of Brady’s
swim meets, and the thermostat had a security code on
it and I couldn’t turn it up, despite the cold.

I was fifteen, I thought. I shouldn’t be having to put
up with this.

Finally at about 11:00 I got tired of trying to stay
warm and thought of a different idea. I pulled on a
pair of panties and a t-shirt (I normally slept nude),
and walked down the hall to the bedroom of my thirteen-
year-old brother, Matt, where I knocked on the door.

I heard his still boyish voice come from the other side
of the door. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in, Matt?”

“Sure.”

I opened his door and crept inside. In the faint light
from the window, I could see Matt covered almost
completely by his blankets.

“Cold?”

“What do you think?”

I grinned a little while shivering still. “Well,
look… I can’t sleep cause I’m freezing my ass off.
Can I… well, can I sleep with you so that we can both
stay warm?”

“Uh… well, ok, sure.”

“Good. Move over.”

Matt scooted over and I pulled back his blankets,
joining him under them. At first it still felt cold,
but after only a couple minutes I warmed up and was
soon feeling nice and toasty.

“Oh, this is much better, Matt… thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Hannah,” he said, sounding a little
sleepy.

I laid on my back, my brother facing the wall of his
bedroom, and eventually drifted off to a nice warm
sleep.

At some point later, I don’t know for sure when, I woke
up. I didn’t know why, but I was awake. I laid there,
totally motionless, wondering what had woken me up when
I suddenly became aware of my brother’s hand moving
along my arm.

I wondered why he was doing this and couldn’t figure
out how I should handle it. I mean, it didn’t feel BAD
having him touching my arm. It wasn’t any really big
deal. Perhaps he was sleeping and just doing so in his
sleep? That was cool, I guessed. No big deal.

Just as I started to doze off I felt my brother’s hand
move again and heard him whisper softly, “Hannah?
Hannah, are you awake?”

I said nothing, just continued to act asleep.

Very slowly Matt moved his hand off my arm and down to
my stomach. He moved his fingers gently up from there
until they brushed against the underside of one of my
breasts. He shifted his weight a little and slowly
traced his fingers up until his hand was completely
cupping my breast.

Well, now… this had my attention! I wanted to stop
him, but frankly it DID feel good, and he was certainly
keeping me warm, so I suppose I didn’t have too much to
complain about. Besides, it was kind of sweet in it’s
own way. I laid there in this half-asleep state,
wondering what else Matt had in mind to do.

It wasn’t too terribly long before I found out, as he
removed his hand from my breast and whispered, once
more, “Hannah? Hannah, wake up.” Ignoring him I
remained motionless.

Matt shifted around a little behind me and this time I
felt his fingers stray down to my panties. My pulse
jumped into high gear at this point. I’d had some
experience with boys, but it was mostly limited to
making out and one of them feeling my breasts, just
like Matt had done. None had ever put their hands
anywhere near my panties, despite what they might’ve
wanted.

Matt first moved his hands along my stomach and then
along the waistband of my panties. I wondered if he was
going to try to slip it inside, but apparently not. All
he did was my his fingers along the surface from the
waistband and down slightly to the top of my pubic
hair. It wasn’t much, but it felt pretty nice.

My brother moved his hand off my panties and I felt him
shifting around behind me. It took a moment to figure
out what he was doing, but once I puzzled it out, it
was pretty clear he was masturbating.

As I laid there in Matt’s bed, trying to figure out
what to do next, he moved his hand back onto my
panties. “Hannah?” he whispered once more. Matt was
breathing pretty hard at this point. It was apparent
that he was quite excited by what he was doing. I could
hardly blame him, since I was pretty excited myself.

Matt then slipped a couple fingers into the waistband
of my panties. I found myself trying not to hold my
breath as he moved them down until they encountered my
pubic hair. He traced his fingertips around in the
tangle, and then moved down a little more until his
fingers brushed against my clitoris.

Now I was getting REALLY turned on, even if it was my
little brother who was feeling me up! It still felt
really nice. Besides, there wasn’t really any harm in
it, was there? It certainly was keeping me warm.

Then my brother’s fingers drifted lower, until the tip
of one finger was pressing right against my vagina. He
pushed slightly and I felt his finger slide in a little
as he breathed out, whispering, “Oh, wow…”

I felt my brother’s bed shaking a little, and his
finger trembling as it pushed a little more into my
vagina, past about the first knuckle or so. Then Matt
let out a little moan and stiffened up next to me. He
was cumming, I realized.

When Matt was done with his orgasm he laid there
silently next to me for a moment, then pulled his
finger out of me. He moved around a little and, after a
bit, started breathing like he was sleep.

Once I was sure he was sleeping, I got out of his bed,
went to the bathroom, masturbated to a quick orgasm of
my own, and then went back to go to sleep, drifting off
with images of Matt dancing in my head.

* * *

By the time I woke up the next morning, Matt was
already out of bed and downstairs. I laid there in his
bed, wondering how much of what had happened last night
had been real and how much had just been a very vivid
dream. It certainly felt like it had been real, but how
was I to know for sure? I guessed there wasn’t any real
way, unless I talked with Matt about it, and he’d lie
like a Rocky if it were true. Oh, well.

When I finally got myself together, and put on some
clothes, I went down to where Matt was sitting in the
living room watching TV. I came up to him and gave him
a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you!” I said.

“For what?”

“Letting me sleep in your bed.”

“Oh! Sure, you’re welcome.”

A thought hit. “If it’s really cold tonight, can I do
it again?”

“Sure, if you want to.”

“I do.”

“Ok.”

Matt and I went about the rest of our days seprately.
We got a call from our mom late in the night who told
us that Brady had made it into the semi-finals in his
swim meet. We were all pretty happy about that, so I
made a special dinner (homemade pizza), for my brother
and I before we got ready for bed.

When night rolled around, I was secretly pleased at how
cold it was. I told Matt I planned to sleep with him
tonight, and he said that was fine. So I went to my
bedroom, changed into just a t-shirt and, this time, a
pair of loose fitting boxers (to make it easier for
him), before I went and joined him in his bed.

“Welcome back, Hannah,” Matt said as I got into bed
with him.

“Thank you,” I said with a giggle. Then I leaned over
and hugged him, feeling his bare chest against me. “I
hate freezing.”

Matt laughed. “Me, too. It’s a lot warmer with you in
here with me.”

“Yeah.”

“Anyhow, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Matt.”

I laid on my back, my head tilted away from my brother
and pretended to be sleeping. It actually didn’t take
too long before I started to drift slowly off, but as I
felt Matt begin moving next to me I woke entirely up,
wondering what he had in mind this time.

“Hannah?” he whispered again. I wondered what he’d do
if I responded. “Hannah, are you awake?”

Upon my saying nothing, my younger brother obviously
felt things were ok to go. He placed his hand at the
base of my tshirt and then slipped it slowly up inside.
This was new, but it didn’t bother me in the least, and
it especially didn’t bother me when Matt moved his hand
up until it was cupping my breast, my hard nipple
against the palm of his hand.

Matt whispered something under his breath, but I didn’t
catch what it was. Obviously he was pretty happy to
have his hand on me. He pulled his hand back after a
minute or two, though, but then he pulled my shirt up
enough to expose both my breasts. It moved me around
considerably, and if I hadn’t been awake already, this
would’ve woken me up.

“Wow,” he whispered as he looked at my exposed breasts.
I felt him shaking a little next to me and knew that he
was masturbating again. Then he placed a hand over one
of my nipples again, moving it around just a little. It
felt nice, that was certain.

Then Matt did something I really didn’t expect! He
leaned down and I felt his lips against my nipple. I’d
just had time to notice that when I felt him starting
to suck gently, which REALLY started to get me horny.
It was all that I could do to keep from twitching as
the pleasure flooded through my body.

Just as I was getting into it, Matt pulled his mouth
off me and pulled my t-shirt back down. He started
shaking a little more, which reminded me of what else
he was doing on his bed. I tried to picture what it
looked like when Matt masturbated. What his penis might
be like, etc.

Then I felt Matt moving again as his hand came to rest
above my panties. Moments later he slipped his fingers
under the waistband, probably very surprised to find
rather less hair than there had been the day before.
I’d trimmed it down a little during the afternoon.

If Matt noticed any difference, he didn’t let on. He
just moved his fingers down until the tip of one
encountered my vagina. He stuck out one of his fingers
and slowly slipped it up inside me, this time until it
was the way in me.

“God, that’s nice…” Matt whispered. I felt him
starting to shake big time, and it was pretty clear he
was about to cum. Sure enough, after only a few moments
of him fingering me he tensed up and let out a quiet
moan as his climax hit.

A few moments later Matt withdrew his finger from
inside my vagina. To my surprise he then leaned over
and gave me a kiss on the cheek before he laid back
and, presumably, eventually drifted off to sleep.

I, however, wasn’t at all able to sleep. I’d been horny
all day, and having my brother fingering me and sucking
on my breast had been enough to make me REALLY horny. I
wanted to get out of the bed and go masturbate, but I
also didn’t want to freeze my ass off.

Then after about fifteen minutes or so I came up with a
new idea. Turning over, I cracked open my eyes and in
the faint light from the window saw Matt laying on his
back, about half his chest exposed from under the
blanket.

Quietly I whispered, “Matt? Matt?” No reply.

I grinned a little and placed my hand on his bare
chest, feeling the heat from his body against me. He
did have a pretty nice body, really. Plus it was kind
of cool feeling him up as he slept. Well, presumably
slept. For all I knew, he was faking like I had been.

“Matt? Matt, if you’re awake, I’ll let you fuck me,” I
lied softly. I figured if he was awake, that would
certainly get his attention. Nothing. Good.

I let my hand slide under the blanket and drift slowly
down my brother’s chest and stomach until I reached the
top of his boxers. Swallowing a little I moved my hand
down farther, until I felt a buldge in the fabric under
my palm. My hand was now resting over my little
brother’s penis.

A surge of excitement went through me at the thought of
what I was doing. I felt a lot of warmth under my palm,
and realized that there was nothing bit a thin bit of
fabric between me and my brother. Did I dare go
further?

Hell, how could I not?

I moved my hand up again and before I could chicken out
slid it under the fabric of Matt’s boxers, past a small
bit of pubic hair and then, just that swiftly, my
fingers touched the base of his penis.

Oh, wow, I thought, but unlike Matt didn’t feel the
need to say. Moving my hand down farther, I let it rest
directly on his penis, and felt it twitch and start to
harden, until it was sticking out completely. I wrapped
my hand around it and held it, savoring the texture and
warmth.

Well, here I was with my hand down my brothers boxers
and his penis in my hand. What did I do next? I had no
idea. I used my other hand to reach down into my
underwear and finger myself while holding him. It was
certainly cool.

It was at this point, with my brother’s penis in my
hand and my fingers inside my vagina, that my own
orgasm hit me, hard and sudden. It was, without a
doubt, the best I’d ever had, taking me at least a
couple minutes before I came back to myself.

And then, after all the excitement was over, I rolled
over onto my side and mere moments later was lost in
sleep.

* * *

The next day passed uneventfully. It was Sunday night,
and Matt and I would still have tonight to be by
ourselves before our mom and Brady came back. We DID
get a call from them, saying that Brady was in the
finals. We wished him luck, and went about the rest of
the day. I didn’t know for sure what Matt was thinking
all day, but I was just killing time, waiting for bed.

Thankfully, it was even colder than it had been the
previous two nights. I was able to go into the kitchen,
open the fridge and have warm air come out. AND IT WAS
WORKING RIGHT! Amazing, and disturbing. Kind of like
what Matt and I had been up to.

As bedtime rolled around, I made sure Matt knew I
planned to sleep with him. He seemed just as thrilled
about the notion as I was, though I was sure he had no
idea why I was so pleased.

When I got to his bedroom, and under the blankets, Matt
said, “Hey, Hannah?”

“Yeah?”

“I got an idea.”

“Ok.”

Matt was silent for so long I’d almost thought he was
sleeping. Then he said, “Well… look… I remember
reading in a Boy Scout book that… well… if you’re
sleeping with someone to stay warm you should, you
know, sleep… naked… cause the heat goes from one
person to the other person better than it would with
clothes.”

I was surprised and proud of my little brother for
comming with such an intelligent notion. So I said,
“Oh… ok, that sounds like a good idea.”

“It does?”

“Yeah!” I sat up in his bed and tossed my t-shirt onto
the ground, then pretended to throw my panties on the
floor. What my brother didn’t know is that I hadn’t
been wearing anything under the shirt.

Moments later Matt sat up and threw his boxers past me
and onto the floor. Then we both snuggled under the
blankets and said good night to each other. Then I just
had to pretend to sleep and see how long it would be
before Matt’s throbbing teenage hormones overtook him.

As it happened it didn’t take too long before I felt
him moving around next to me. I really wished I could
just open my eyes up and look at him and have him know
that he was making me feel good and everything else,
but I didn’t want to scare him.

Matt ended up making record time on his activities. Not
more than five minutes after I’d pretended to go to
sleep, he started whispering my name, trying to see if
I was awake. He even shook my shoulder, wanting to make
damn sure I was asleep. I gave him his wish.

My younger brother didn’t bother to wait any further.
He simply placed his hand between my legs and started
rubbing at my vagina, working a finger up inside me.
I’d left my legs spread to make this easier for him,
and that certainly seemed to help, and it felt even
better for me cause it meant that he could get his
finger into me a little deeper.

Matt shifted around on the bed, and I figured he was
just masturbating, but then I realized that he was
trying to spread my legs. Wondering exactly what he had
in mind, I let him spread them, and he got them pretty
wide before he let go. Then Matt sat up and moved over,
positioning himself so that he was between my legs.

Ok, I’ll admit. This surprised me. It was likely that
my brother was going to try and fuck me, and if he
thought I was going to pretend to be asleep while I
lost my virginity, he had another thing comming. Still,
I thought, maybe I was wrong. Maybe he didn’t have that
in mind, though what he DID have planned, I couldn’t
guess.

Matt moved himself up until his face was near mine.
“Hannah?” he whispered again. I kept pretending to
sleep. “Good,” he whispered softly. He reached down
between our legs and I felt the tip of his penis
brushing up against my vagina.

Well, great, I thought. Now I had to make up my mind
and make it up quick. Did I REALLY want to stop him, or
did I want to see what it felt like to have a boy
inside me? I mean, being a virgin at fifteen WAS kind
of sucky, after all. But did I want to loose it to my
little brother and while I was pretending to sleep?

Now I felt the tip of Matt’s penis pressing into the
entrance to my vagina. If I didn’t do something soon,
he’d slide right inside, and what would I do then?
There’d be no way I could keep pretending to sleep
while I got fucked.

So, being a little brat like only I can be, I opened my
eyes and quietly said, “Boo.”

“Aaaaaaaah!” Matt lept from off me, got tangled up in
his blankets and fell onto the floor with a loud thump
as I sat up in the bed and started laughing.

“Hannah!” Matt yelped, trying to cover himself with the
blanket that had ended up on the floor with him. “Uh…
I… it wasn’t… I just…”

I held up my hand and kept laughing as I shook my head.
“You were thinking I was asleep so you thought you’d
try fucking me, right?”

“What? No! Of course not!” my little brother replied,
doing his best to look offended and innocent at the
same time. It didn’t work. “I mean…” He laughed
weakly. “Why… why would you think that?”

“Cause you were naked on top of me with your dick about
to poke into me.”

“Oh, THAT. Well, that’s because… uh…”

I decided to have mercy. “Matt. Get back up into bed.”

“No, I’m fine down here.”

“Well, I’m COLD up here, so get your naked butt back
into bed.”

Shyly, and doing his best to hide his naked body, Matt
got back into the bed, laying as far away from me as he
could get.

“Why are you all the way over there?” I asked.

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