Name: Anonymous 2007-08-06 13:08 ID:oJC5YINA
No, this will not end in a Bel-Air, or that particularly crafty Pine-Sol. And yes, it probably is tl;dr.
Right. My stepsister, who I've known for about 5 years, was visiting this weekend. We've got a very interesting relationship. She's told me that I'm closer than a brother to her, but she never came out and told me that she loved me "like that". She's hinted at it, after I told her I used to be physical attracted to her. She's about 5'6", 125 lbs, medium-short blond hair, and green eyes. She was wearing a Hello Kitty pajama set, consisting of a tank-top like shirt and short shorts. Well, there was last night.
It was about 3:00 am, we had been talking for hours. We finally ran out of stuff to talk about, and she fell asleep on my arm. This isn't the first time she's fallen asleep on me, the night before, she dozed off (we were actually watching Fresh Prince, freaky coincidence), and she said afterwards that she felt extremely comfortable like that.
Maybe it was my judgement, impaired due to lack of sleep. But it started off, I just lowered my lips to the top of her head and gave her a kiss. Then I sidled closer under the blanket we had been sharing on the couch, letting my legs press against hers. I poked her once or twice, to see if she was awake. She made no response. I brushed a hand across her chest, feeling the firmness under her pajama top. After a few brushes, a cupped one and squeezed lightly. I played around a little more, slipping fingers down her cleavage. Then I got bold and lowered my head to her cleavage and gave her chest a little lick.
Not long after, she started to stir. I whispered that she needed to take her glasses off, as I got up and turned off the light. I was tempted to stop there, but my hormones got the best of me. I went back, and the darkness made me more bold.
She had one leg bent up and onto the couch, sort of half indian style. I crept one hand up her thigh, under the soft fabric of her shorts. I was literally shaking with desire, burning with lust. . . and nervous as fuck. I rested my hand on the inside of her thigh, my rough, callous hands felt like sandpaper compared to her smooth, flawless skin. It reminded me of how wrong the situation was supposed to feel, but I kept going. The design of the shorts thwarted any attempts to creep towards her pelvic area without waking her up, so I moved on.
When she had woken up, she shifted her hands as well, resting one across her chest. Slipping a hand down her shirt was impractical, but I snaked one up it instead. After much hesitation and time, I eventually worked my fingers around her bra to tweak her nipple. I was content for awhile, but she shifted again, exhaling deeply. This spooked me enough to withdraw for a few minutes.
Dawn was starting to break, and it seemed like she was coming out of deep sleep. I was more nervous than ever. If she opened her eyes, it would be hard to hide my face or my actions. But again, lust overpowered me. I slipped a hand down her shorts. At first, I had tried the crawling, one hand technique that had worked on her legs, brushing her lightly enough to keep from pulling the clothes away (and disturbing her), but lightly enough to keep her asleep. This was too difficult, though, so I resorted to using one hand to hold open her shorts while the other worked its way into her panties. I knew I was on the right track by the feel of her short, rough pubic hair. Slowly, I worked my way further and further down. . . and I couldn't find it. After awhile, my fumbling hands zeroed in on where her lips must have been. Unfortunately, the way she was sitting pushed her panties right up and over them. But I could compromise. I took my hand and fingered her lightly through her panties, pressing ever so softly through the fabric. I was too afraid to push hard. I didn't want to wake her up, and because she was a virgin, and didn't even know what a dildo was until a month ago, I didn't want to pop her cherry. So I left the room and went to bed. It was about 6:00 am.
The morning was awkward. I avoided her for awhile, but I eventually asked her how she slept, and mentioned that I had a bizarre dream, planning to use some form of twisted sleepwalking as an excuse. She asked what it was about, and I refused to tell her. She didn't push the issue. She said she slept fine.
So here is the problem. One, I hate guys who take advantage of chicks, so this makes me feel like a hypocrit. Call me a pussy, but I believe in honor. . . sort of. Two, I don't know how she could have slept through hours of me exploring her. Three, if she was awake, why didn't she react when I whispered to her, asking if she wanted me to stop. Was she too scared, or was she enjoying it. Three, even if she did want me, the fact that we are seen as siblings makes anything impossible. We've both got huge extended family's and enduring the disdain of all of our friends and relatives would be difficult. Also, I don't know the laws regarding siblings that aren't bloodkin. Four, she had put so much trust in me, feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep on me reliably. I've told her I don't have a sex drive, but obviously, that isn't true.
Finally, we're both eighteen, so there was nothing really illegal, was there?
So, in all, what are /lounge's feelings on this? Should I feel guilty even if she doesn't know it happened?
Right. My stepsister, who I've known for about 5 years, was visiting this weekend. We've got a very interesting relationship. She's told me that I'm closer than a brother to her, but she never came out and told me that she loved me "like that". She's hinted at it, after I told her I used to be physical attracted to her. She's about 5'6", 125 lbs, medium-short blond hair, and green eyes. She was wearing a Hello Kitty pajama set, consisting of a tank-top like shirt and short shorts. Well, there was last night.
It was about 3:00 am, we had been talking for hours. We finally ran out of stuff to talk about, and she fell asleep on my arm. This isn't the first time she's fallen asleep on me, the night before, she dozed off (we were actually watching Fresh Prince, freaky coincidence), and she said afterwards that she felt extremely comfortable like that.
Maybe it was my judgement, impaired due to lack of sleep. But it started off, I just lowered my lips to the top of her head and gave her a kiss. Then I sidled closer under the blanket we had been sharing on the couch, letting my legs press against hers. I poked her once or twice, to see if she was awake. She made no response. I brushed a hand across her chest, feeling the firmness under her pajama top. After a few brushes, a cupped one and squeezed lightly. I played around a little more, slipping fingers down her cleavage. Then I got bold and lowered my head to her cleavage and gave her chest a little lick.
Not long after, she started to stir. I whispered that she needed to take her glasses off, as I got up and turned off the light. I was tempted to stop there, but my hormones got the best of me. I went back, and the darkness made me more bold.
She had one leg bent up and onto the couch, sort of half indian style. I crept one hand up her thigh, under the soft fabric of her shorts. I was literally shaking with desire, burning with lust. . . and nervous as fuck. I rested my hand on the inside of her thigh, my rough, callous hands felt like sandpaper compared to her smooth, flawless skin. It reminded me of how wrong the situation was supposed to feel, but I kept going. The design of the shorts thwarted any attempts to creep towards her pelvic area without waking her up, so I moved on.
When she had woken up, she shifted her hands as well, resting one across her chest. Slipping a hand down her shirt was impractical, but I snaked one up it instead. After much hesitation and time, I eventually worked my fingers around her bra to tweak her nipple. I was content for awhile, but she shifted again, exhaling deeply. This spooked me enough to withdraw for a few minutes.
Dawn was starting to break, and it seemed like she was coming out of deep sleep. I was more nervous than ever. If she opened her eyes, it would be hard to hide my face or my actions. But again, lust overpowered me. I slipped a hand down her shorts. At first, I had tried the crawling, one hand technique that had worked on her legs, brushing her lightly enough to keep from pulling the clothes away (and disturbing her), but lightly enough to keep her asleep. This was too difficult, though, so I resorted to using one hand to hold open her shorts while the other worked its way into her panties. I knew I was on the right track by the feel of her short, rough pubic hair. Slowly, I worked my way further and further down. . . and I couldn't find it. After awhile, my fumbling hands zeroed in on where her lips must have been. Unfortunately, the way she was sitting pushed her panties right up and over them. But I could compromise. I took my hand and fingered her lightly through her panties, pressing ever so softly through the fabric. I was too afraid to push hard. I didn't want to wake her up, and because she was a virgin, and didn't even know what a dildo was until a month ago, I didn't want to pop her cherry. So I left the room and went to bed. It was about 6:00 am.
The morning was awkward. I avoided her for awhile, but I eventually asked her how she slept, and mentioned that I had a bizarre dream, planning to use some form of twisted sleepwalking as an excuse. She asked what it was about, and I refused to tell her. She didn't push the issue. She said she slept fine.
So here is the problem. One, I hate guys who take advantage of chicks, so this makes me feel like a hypocrit. Call me a pussy, but I believe in honor. . . sort of. Two, I don't know how she could have slept through hours of me exploring her. Three, if she was awake, why didn't she react when I whispered to her, asking if she wanted me to stop. Was she too scared, or was she enjoying it. Three, even if she did want me, the fact that we are seen as siblings makes anything impossible. We've both got huge extended family's and enduring the disdain of all of our friends and relatives would be difficult. Also, I don't know the laws regarding siblings that aren't bloodkin. Four, she had put so much trust in me, feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep on me reliably. I've told her I don't have a sex drive, but obviously, that isn't true.
Finally, we're both eighteen, so there was nothing really illegal, was there?
So, in all, what are /lounge's feelings on this? Should I feel guilty even if she doesn't know it happened?