Entering Sister’s Room At Night And Fucking Her Tight Pussy While She Was Sleeping
The house was silent, bathed in the pale silver of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Everyone had left hours ago—parents visiting relatives for the weekend, leaving just the two of us. I stood outside her door, my heart hammering against my ribs, the thick outline of my erection straining against my sweatpants.
She was eighteen now. Legal. But still my little sister in so many ways. Still innocent. Still untouched as far as I knew.
I turned the handle slowly, wincing at the soft click of the latch. The door swung open to reveal her room in shadows—posters of pop stars on the walls, stuffed animals piled in the corner, and her small form curled beneath a thin sheet. The air smelled of her vanilla perfume and teenage sweat.
My cock throbbed as I approached the bed. She was lying on her side, facing away from me, her breathing slow and rhythmic—deep in sleep. The sheet had slipped down, revealing her slender shoulder and the strap of her tank top. She’d kicked off the blankets in the summer heat, leaving only that thin cotton barrier between my eyes and her young body.
I stood over her, watching her chest rise and fall. Eighteen years old. Finally eighteen. I’d waited so long, fantasized about this moment for years, jerking off in the bathroom imagining exactly this scenario.
My hands trembled as I reached for the sheet, pulling it down inch by inch. She wore cotton panties—pale pink, childish almost, with little bows on the sides. The sight made my balls ache. So innocent. So unaware.
I knelt beside the bed, my face level with her hips. My fingers traced the waistband of her panties, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible in her sleep, and I froze. But she didn’t wake. Her breathing remained steady, her face peaceful and unaware of the violation about to occur.
I pulled her panties down slowly, revealing her smooth mound—completely bare, shaved clean. The sight made my mouth water. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, pink and glistening with the natural moisture of sleep. I couldn’t resist touching her, my index finger tracing her slit, feeling her heat. She was so soft, so warm, so vulnerable.
Standing up, I freed my cock from my pants. It sprang out—thick, veined, heavy with need. Eight inches of hard meat that had been aching for this moment. I stroked myself as I positioned myself behind her, lifting her top leg slightly to create access.
The head of my cock pressed against her entrance. She was tight—incredibly tight. I pushed forward slowly, feeling her resistance, watching her face for any sign of waking. Her brow furrowed slightly, a small whimper escaping her lips, but she remained asleep as I forced my way into her virgin tightness.
“Fuck,” I breathed, barely audible. She was soaking wet despite her unconscious state, her body responding even as her mind remained unaware. I bottomed out inside her, my full length buried in her teenage cunt, my balls resting against her ass.
I began to move—slow, deep strokes. The bed creaked softly with each thrust. Her body rocked with the motion, her small breasts bouncing under her tank top. I pulled the strap down, exposing her nipples—small, pink, perfect. I pinched one as I fucked her, feeling her tighten around me in response.
“So fucking tight,” I whispered, picking up the pace. The wet sounds of our joining filled the room—obscene, rhythmic slapping as my cock pistoned in and out of her sleeping form. She was like a doll, limp and yielding, her head lolling slightly with each thrust.
I flipped her onto her back, wanting to see her face as I used her. Her eyes remained closed, her lips parted in a small ‘o’ of unconscious pleasure. I pushed her legs up, folding her practically in half, and drove into her harder. The angle was perfect—hitting deep, making her pussy squelch around my shaft.
Her hands twitched at her sides, her hips rising to meet me involuntarily. Even in sleep, her body knew what it wanted. I leaned down, crushing my mouth against hers, tasting her minty toothpaste as I continued to pound her. She kissed me back in her dream state, her tongue tentatively touching mine.
“I’m going to fill you up,” I grunted, feeling my orgasm building. “Going to pump you full of cum, little sister.”
My thrusts became erratic, desperate. The bed slammed against the wall. I didn’t care about the noise anymore—couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Her cunt was milking me, sucking me deeper, her walls fluttering around my shaft as if she were close to her own climax.
With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot seed flooded her unprotected womb, filling her completely. I kept thrusting through my orgasm, ensuring every drop was deposited deep inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, my cock still twitching, still hard enough to keep fucking. I stayed inside her, feeling my cum leak out around my shaft, soaking the sheets beneath her.
She stirred then, her eyes fluttering open—confused, hazy with sleep. I covered her mouth with my hand before she could scream, my hips still moving, still claiming her.
“Shh,” I whispered, looking into her wide, terrified eyes. “Just go back to sleep, sis. This is just a dream.”
But we both knew it wasn’t.