I heard the door open, and then quietly close. There was the sound of footsteps, and then my bed shifted, as someone sat down. I faked a snore, hoping to convince her I was sleeping.
“It’s just me.” I heard my sister whisper, her hand pulling back the covers.
“God, I thought I was about to die.” I whispered.
“I think you’ll be fine.”
“What, I mean…” I started.
“Shhh!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. “Come on!”
She dragged me to the door and out into the hallway. Her hand still gripping mine, she led me to the end of the hall, to mom’s bedroom door.
“Listen.” she whispered, pulling me forward until I was almost against the door.
I stood there motionless straining to hear anything above my pounding heart. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I stood there for what seemed like forever, suddenly I heard it, a soft moan, then another, and they were definitely not moans of pain. I held my ear almost against the door. I heard the rustle of papers, and another series of moans, and then, something in the background. It was a, it was a …
I looked at my sister, her face little more than a shadow in the dimly lit hall.
“Is she…” I started.
Shelly placed her fingers to my lips, stopping me.
Grabbing my hand she pulled me back to my room, as silently as possible.
Once in my room, she rushed over to my bed and grabbed my laptop. Flipping it open she looked up at me.
“So, you changed it?” she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
She started typing, entering my password.
“How’d you know…” I started then quickly glanced back at the door, afraid I might have spoken too loud.
She just smiled and flipped my laptop over. I had forgotten to take the tape with my password off the bottom of the computer.
“Sorry.” she shrugged.
“So, this is the final edition.” she said, as the screen filled with page one of my paper.
I nodded, and she held the laptop in the air and patted the bed beside her.
“Okay if I…”
I nodded, still glued to the spot at the foot of the bed.
“Wanna read it with me?”
I blushed, and she leaned toward me, holding out her hand. I let her take my hand, guiding me into the bed beside her. She slid her arm around my shoulders, guiding my head to rest on her chest.
“I can hear your heartbeat.” I whispered, not mentioning that I could also feel her rock hard nipple poking into my cheek.
I watched the screen as she slowly scrolled through the story. Her breathing and the beat of her heart were comforting, drawing me into a sense of calm. I placed my hand on the edge of the computer, waiting for her to scroll down, as I found myself reading along.
Her hand moved over and covered mine, then gently slid it from the computer onto the flat of her belly, where her shirt had ridden up. I felt her shudder as our skin touched. She returned to reading, and I felt her shift around, her nipple grinding into my cheek. My eyes fixated on my hand as it rested just above the elastic band of her shorts.
Nervously, I inched it down, my fingertips easing just under the elastic. She let out a little gasp, but made no move to stop me. Encouraged, I moved deeper, inching closer to her mystical treasure. There’s something secret and beautiful about a woman’s body, and the fact that it was my sister made it even more enchanting.
Her breathing became sporadic, short little gasps, as my fingers finally touched her mound. I was surprised by the smoothness of her skin, no sign of hair or stubble. Her hand dropped off the computer covering mine, pushing it downward until my fingers parted the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet!
She held my hand there as her hips began moving, slow little circles, occasionally thrusting upward, forcing my fingers against her opening. All pretext of reading fell away as the computer slid to the side, banging softly against the wall. Shelly pulled me tighter against her, crushing my head against her breast as she guided my fingers deeper into her smoldering center.
I wanted to move against her, to roll onto her and guide my aching member into her, but I was afraid, afraid anything I did might end this magical ecstasy. As her hips ground and twisted, they intermittently ground against my cock, which was straining hard against the fabric of my shorts. Each touch sending shivers through me, driving my own desire even higher.
