My Brother Touched Me When I Slept: An Erotic Sex Story
I was home from college for the summer and staying with my parents. I was in my room in the middle of the night, sleeping soundly when I felt something strange. I opened my eyes to find my brother standing over me. I was startled and confused, wondering what he was doing in my room.
He leaned down and started to touch my breasts, cupping them gently in his hands. His touch was soft and gentle, and I felt my body respond to him. I gasped as pleasure shot through me. He began to move his hands lower, trailing gentle circles around my nipples and down my stomach.
I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I was unable to resist the pleasure his touch brought me. His hands continued their journey lower, until he was cupping my mound. His fingers began to play, slipping into my slick folds as his mouth descended on my neck.
He kissed and sucked my neck, exploring it with his tongue. His hands never left my body, exploring every inch of it. His fingers found my clit and he began to massage it gently. He circled the little button, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
He moved his hand lower and probed my hole with a finger. I gasped as he pushed it deep inside me, thrusting it in and out as his mouth worked my neck. He added a second finger and I felt my body growing more aroused. He began to move his fingers in and out, increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
My breathing became ragged as I felt my body preparing to climax. I moaned as I felt my orgasm begin to build, and my brother moved his hand faster. He added a third finger and I felt myself nearing the edge.
I screamed as I felt my orgasm crash over me, and my brother kissed his way down my body. His fingers never left me, and I felt pleasure coursing through me. When he reached my sex, he spread my folds, and I felt his tongue exploring me.
He licked and sucked my sex, driving me to the very edge of pleasure. He moved his tongue faster and faster, exploring every inch of me. I felt myself ready to go over the edge, and he moved his fingers back to my clit. He began to massage it as his tongue continued its assault on my sex.
I screamed as my orgasm tore through me, and my brother sucked and licked my sex until I was completely spent. He pulled his hand away, and I slumped against the bed, completely satisfied.
He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead before standing up. He looked into my eyes and said, “It was my pleasure.” And with that, he left my room.
I lay there in a state of bliss and wondered what had just happened. Had I just been touched and pleasured by my brother? I couldn’t believe it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Little did I know, this was only the beginning. Over the course of the summer, my brother explored every inch of my body, using his mouth and fingers to bring me to the brink of pleasure. I allowed myself to be completely open to his touch, and it felt amazing.
My brother showed me a side of pleasure that I never knew existed, and for that I will forever be grateful. I will never forget the night he touched me when I slept, and the many nights that followed.
