Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2019 18:33:46 -0600 From: John Johnson Subject: Quietly With Curiosity - Chapter 1 This story contains erotic scenes including heterosexual, homosexual, and incestuous themes. If you aren't supposed to read these things or they don't interest you, please STOP READING! This story is a mixture of the real and fictional. All names, ages, and locations have been changed. In the world of make believe, the author can ignore things like unwanted pregnancy, STDs and AIDS. PLEASE BE SAFE! Feel free to email me: quietlywithcuriosity69@gmail.com Quietly With Curiosity Chapter -- 1 Cindy crept quietly down the hallway in her nightshirt. She didn't think it would be this hard on her, but ever since her boyfriend, John, had left for a four week job in New York City, her inability to get to sleep was becoming more and more troublesome. She had tried warm milk, soft music, even pharmaceuticals. What she found worked every time was simply "getting off." But tonight she was having a memory-block of sorts, it had been a while since she'd been with John, and couldn't seem to hold onto a pleasurable memory for very long. "It is hard for a girl to pleasure herself without the right picture in mind," she concluded, and thus was searching for something, or someone, to turn her on. Cindy came upon her younger brother's room. Dillon was only 15, but puberty had worked wonders on his frame, in fact he looked very much like their father. In months past, she had noticed his deeper voice and stronger shoulders, the way he looked at her nowadays with a lingering eye at certain parts of her figure. She was not his "dopey" older sister anymore, but a beautiful and tempting female. It was past eleven on a Friday night in the middle of June, she had recently returned home from her day job that ran late. It sucked that she still lived with her parents at twenty-one years old, but she was saving up her money and spent most of her free time at John's place anyway. Showered and clean scented for bed, she needed to release the sexual tension building for so long inside her. But tonight the good images of John didn't come. She used to be able to close her eyes and remember the first time she let him inside her. They were at his apartment, laying on his bed, his right hand playfully touching around her midsection, slowly inching down under her white cotton undies. John liked to take things slow, to make them last. He enjoyed watching her tremble with anticipation as he passed under the elastic band of her panties, the urging and want, fighting against self-control. The longer he toyed, the sooner she wanted him to touch her. He loved how she felt. Her underwear was always warm and moist when they did this. Cindy tended to flow when she got excited, and he loved her for that. After a few minutes of toying with her, John finally touched his fingertips along her moist outer lips, slowly entering the folds of her sex with the palm side of his mid-finger. He reached his hand further down under her underwear, curled his finger into her and pushed it deeper in... Looking at her brother sleeping on his back in his bed, she wondered how far Dillon had gotten with a girl. She had inquired about his love life a few times but Dillon always ignored the subject of girls. Cindy sighed, reaching down to play with herself a little bit, clearly unsatisfied. She watched as he turned in his sleep, over away from her, toward his window. "Hmpf!" she though "his backside isn't gonna do anything to help me!" It was a hot summer night, and the way the sheet was pulled across his shoulder, she could see that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Cindy wondered if Dillon wasn't wearing underwear either. After all, she wasn't. Dillon was a heavy sleeper, she knew. She always had trouble waking him in the early morning if he was late for school. Want was beating self-control here, and she opened his door further, the moonlight coming in through his window gleaned off his smooth back. She knew this wasn't a good idea, but it had been so long since she had satisfied herself fully. She slipped inside his room, the floor barely creaking, but giving her a small pause. Tiptoeing closer, she eyed the clothing tossed across the floor. Pants, shoes, socks, the boy was a slob until the weekend when his mother forced him to clean it up or she'd "throw it out!" Bingo! She saw his boxers on his bed, it seems he took them off just before going to sleep, and his recent movement of the sheets during his sleep has revealed this wonderful surprise to her. Cindy's blood started to get a little warmer, and she felt a tingle in her tummy. His chest was moving up and down, as if a pump to her own heartbeat, she could hear it in her ears it was beating so loudly. She bent slightly over him, seeking a good spot to grasp the sheet with, also double checking his eyes and moonlit face, this was getting close. A tip of the sheet above his shoulder was pointing up, Cindy grasped the cool cotton and slid it ever so slightly lower off his shoulder. As she moved more and more sheet away, she could feel her pussy getting more and more moist. She drew her right hand into her slit, and loved what she felt. She could even smell her excitement in the air, it was intoxicating. Cindy drew the sheet down beyond his chest and pecks. He was a skinny boy, a little muscle starting to show on his chest, but it wasn't his chest muscles she was searching for. Down to his waistline now, she held her breath, her hand lightly pinching and rubbing across her clit. Finally, she exposed his penis! She loved the very sight of it, although not erect at all, it lay passively atop his right leg, which was pulled up closer to him, while his left leg was straightened out along the bed. She sunk her hand into her flowing canal now, reaching deep inside her and using her juices to further lubricate her fingers. "I wonder... " she thought to herself, "what it looks like hard." Crossing the line between mere observer unto instigator, she released the sheet with her left hand and with her fingertips, lightly stroked his manhood. Nothing..."I guess he's a dud when he's asleep." she figured. She kept at it though, thinking that it might need a little more pressure or feeling. Once she started circling the head with her fingertips, that's when she got her response. It started to grow, inch by inch the blood flowed into the shaft as the erection came about. She looked back into his eyes, not a glimmer of consciousness. Her right hand moved from massaging to fingering her heavily. She reached her left hand under her nightshirt and massaged her breasts and nipples. She had a picture in her head now, and she didn't even have to close her eyes! Suddenly! He rolled back to his initial position, lying flat on his back. She was almost ready to cum, but the fright of his movement had postponed that feeling. His eyes were still closed though, and his breathing hadn't changed. The good news was that his shaft now stood almost perpendicular to his body, angled slightly towards his torso. Cindy got a wicked idea in her head. "I wonder if I can make him cum in his sleep!" She had read stories about such a thing online of course. People masturbating or even fucking while the other is asleep, but never had she thought it could happen for real, or at least, for her to accomplish such a thing. When would she get another opportunity like this? She had to try! Boldly now, with her moistened hand, she rubbed her female juices around Dillon's shaft and began slowly stroking it the way her boyfriend John liked. She enjoyed the feeling of a slick penis in her hands. Soft and warm, but strong and powerful. Cindy heard his breathing start to increase its pace, her hands were working two-fold now, one in her pussy, the other on her brother's erection. When her hands got tired of one task they would switch and she'd soon be stroking him again. Her brother started to breath very heavily now, she could feel his body start to unconsciously hump her hand. Cindy pulled her other hand from her vagina and cupped and massaged his balls now while increasing speed with her stroking. She knew John loved this, it pushed him over the edge. She imagined she was with him now, and that this was his penis she was stroking. Often after they made love, she would finish him off with a wonderful jerking and she'd let him shoot across her face. She wanted him here so badly. She felt Dillon's balls pull in slightly and his breathing stopped for a moment. Cindy didn't want to leave any evidence of her nocturnal escapade, so she did what was natural to her. She moved her face in closer to his 15 year old penis to catch his cum in her mouth, her open lips a hair away from his cock head. Two jets of hot cream shot out from his penis, one into her mouth and the other onto her cheek. "Not much substance, but maybe he had masturbated earlier" she figured. Besides, she got what she came for, although she felt a little remorseful for using her brother in this way. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind," she thought to herself giggling and swallowing her sibling's seed. "Dillon's even tasted like John's too!" She pretended it was her man she had finished off, and even gave the head a long lick to get the last of what Dillon's penis had dispensed. After pulling up Dillon's sheet, Cindy went stealthily to the bathroom the siblings shared between their bedrooms and came violently while she masturbated on the toilet. Her climax shook her body and she tried hold her gasps of pleasure to a minimum. Cindy got the relief she needed, now she could get some sleep.