Hello. I thought I’d share a life story of mine.
It involves my family almost entirely, and is pretty sexual, so be warned before reading.
I was sixteen, male, and extremely horny all the time naturally of course. (I’m using fake names) Let’s call my two sisters Lizzy and Megan, and my mom’s name will be Trish (Yeah, they are boring names but that’s not the point)
Anyways, my dad left a long time ago, when I was around four years old. I don’t have much memory of him, so I don’t miss or really want to see him again. My sisters have a different father that left as well, so they are technically my half-sisters. So, we all live together like usual, everyday normal stuff. But my older sister Megan who is nineteen starts to come in my room more and more often while I’m doing homework or relaxing for a few days, just to talk to me and get all up in my business.
It felt like she was trying to bond with me suddenly out of nowhere and started to act different from usual. One night she comes into my room wearing nothing but a towel, and said she just got out of a bath. I averted my eyes a lot on purpose and she noticed quickly and sat on my bed. Weirded out, I scooted back and forced my face into the book I was reading. I asked her what she wanted and then she was silent. I lowered my book and then I saw her in a laying position on one of my pillows. She said that she wanted her back rubbed and asked if I could do it for her. After how nice she had been lately, I accepted and scooted behind her. Even though we are siblings, it felt weird to rub her back while she was basically naked on my bed. But all I could see was her backside.
After a few minutes, she started to moan and say my name quietly. I stopped and then she asked my why. I was weirded out and said I was going to bed. She looked a little disappointed but left afterwards. The next day was pretty normal and Megan acted like she normally did, but that night was different even more so than the last. I was just ready for bed, fresh out of the shower and into my pyjamas. I got comfortable in my bed, and shut the lights off before closing my eyes.
Only a few minutes later, I heard a knock at my door, so I sat up and turned the light on. Who is it; I asked. it’s me Megan; said my sister. I told her to come in, and when she did, I then asked what she wanted. It’s really cold in my room tonight, do you think I can sleep in here; is what she asked. I was sceptical since it seemed actually pretty warm in my room, so why would it be *so*cold in hers that she can’t possibly sleep? I took a few seconds to think before saying anything. She was giving me the sad face she has when she wants something. I gave in, and told her I’d sleep on the floor. She then told me that she doesn’t mind sharing a bed, so I stayed. Scooting over, she slunk into the sheets and thanked me for letting her sleep with me. Being nineteen, I wondered why she acted immature for her age. I would tough it out rather than ask to sleep with someone else.
Anyways. I turned the light off again, and kept my distance between us in the bed, with my back turned to her. I wouldn’t want to spoon my sister by accident in the middle of the night. So, then I feel the sheets move around behind me, and a dip in the bed comes closer. I knew then that she was getting closer to me, so I casually peaked over my shoulder and saw Megan up closer. Her eyes were shut, and she seemed to be quick asleep. She is a pretty girl, for being my sister; Is what I thought. Afterwards I just duck my head and try to sleep.
Late in the middle of the night, I wake up to something. I feel two hands groping my side and chest from behind, arms under mine. It was my sister, but I couldn’t tell if she was asleep. She was closer than before, and hugged me tightly while she dug her nose into my shoulder blades. I stayed silent, and was really confused, but didn’t have the courage to confront her. She kept rubbing my chest and belly, feeling around as if she was trying to find something.
After a few minutes I hear her mumble presumably in her sleep. “Stay still” Or something along those lines. I just tried to stay silent and push her hands away, but she was strong. Eventually, one of her hands lowered enough to reach my crotch under the blanket, and rub it gently. I felt violated but somewhat comforted, I didn’t know if I liked it.
She kept rubbing and rubbing until I got hard down there. Then I felt her hand slip into my pyjama’s and grope around until she grabbed my penis. I really considered confronting her in that moment, but it honestly felt good. I never had someone else touch my penis before, and at that age I was always doing it myself. She kept stroking it and groping it for a while and eventually she stopped and rolled back over to her side of the bed. The next morning, she was completely normal like nothing happened.
To this day I still think of that time when I masturbate, and I’m wondering if I should confront her, and tell her what happened to clear the air. What do you think?