Demi's strongest memory was the smell of her grandmother's apple pie baking on a Sunday afternoon. She'd sit on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs, watching the flour dance in the sunbeams that filtered through the dusty windows. Her grandmother's gentle humming had always been a comforting melody in the background, a rhythm that matched the beating of her own heart. The sweet aroma filled the house, wrapping her in warmth and love, a stark contrast to the cold reality of her present.

The soft rustle of the bedroom door was the only warning before the invasive presence of her father and brother, James, crept into the room. The moon cast a silver glow on their faces, twisted with perverse desire as they stared at her sleeping form. Their eyes gleamed with excitement, like predators spotting prey. She lay there, unknowing, her breaths deep and even, a picture of innocence that they were about to shatter.

Her father approached the bed with a greedy gaze, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. He'd been fighting his urges for years, but tonight was the night he could no longer resist. His hand, rough and calloused from years of hard labor, reached out to touch her, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone before dipping lower to graze the soft flesh of her breast. A shiver of anticipation ran through him, his body responding to the touch as if it were the first time.

James, her brother, followed closely behind, his eyes fixated on the curve of her ass beneath the sheets. At twenty, he'd grown into a man with a man's desires, and he'd watched Demi blossom from a gangly teen into a woman with a body that made his blood boil. The room was thick with the scent of lust as they both stared at her, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding in unison. They knew the line they were crossing, but the thrill of the taboo only made it more enticing.

James leaned in, his hot breath on her neck, and whispered, "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" His voice was a mix of excitement and trepidation, unsure if she would wake up and realize what was happening. But she remained as still as a statue, lost in the depths of sleep, her body unresponsive to their touches.

Her father's eyes widened with lust as he watched James's hand disappear beneath the covers, tracing the soft stomach before sliding lower to her thighs. He knew the moment James found her wetness because his eyes rolled back, and a low groan of satisfaction slipped from his lips. The sound was like a trigger for both men, setting off a wave of desire that had been building for too long. They were eager to claim what they had obsessed over for so long, driven by their twisted love of somnophilia, the thrill of having her while she was unaware and not resisting.

James's hands grew bolder as he parted her legs, his own breathing becoming erratic. He felt the heat of her body against his fingers, and the urge to push deeper was overwhelming. With a trembling hand, he pulled down the fabric of her panties, exposing her to the cool night air. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, the pink folds of her pussy glistening in the moonlight. It was a sight that made his cock throb with need.

“Back up, boy,” Pops commanded. “I need her.”

Demi's father couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He positioned himself between her legs, his erection straining against his boxers. With one hand, he pushed aside the fabric of her nightgown, revealing her bare pussy. His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it gently, feeling it swell beneath his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips, and for a brief second, he feared she'd wake, but she only sank deeper into slumber, her body responding instinctively to the stimulation.

Demi's father locked on her closed lids as he slid into her pussy. He watched for any flutter of lashes, any sign that she was aware, but she remained lost in the depths of sleep. The feeling of her tightness was exquisite, the reality of his darkest desires coming true sending shock waves through his body. He pushed in deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of her.