Table of Contents

#1: Double-Dipping My Nerdy Sister While She Sleeps

#2: My Sleeping Sister Drains My Balls After Years in Prison

#3: Sharing Our College Slut Triplet Sister When She’s Unconscious

#4: Spit-Roasting My Knocked-Out Model Sister With Dad

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#1: Double-Dipping My Nerdy Sister While She Sleeps

A Brother/Sister NONCON Somnophilia Story with sleeping pills (taken by Gia) and anal (double-dipping).

WORD COUNT: 5100 words

“Come on, Gia. One night. That’s all I’m asking.”

I lean against her bedroom door frame, arms crossed, giving her my best charming grin. Most people cave under it-it’s kind of my thing-but Gia doesn’t even glance up from her laptop. She’s curled up on her bed, headphones in, her face lit by the bluish glow of her screen. If I didn’t know better, I’d think my sister hadn’t heard me.

“I know you can hear me, Gia,” I say louder, stepping inside. The floor creaks beneath my weight, and she finally looks up, sighing dramatically as she pulls out one earbud.

“What?” she asks flatly, her tone practically dripping with disinterest.

I gesture wildly, as if the answer should be obvious. “The party, Gia! Tonight. Everyone’s going to be there. You’ve been holed up in this room for weeks. You need to get out.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to her screen. “I don’t need to do anything, Luca. I’m fine right here.”

“You’re not fine,” I counter, stepping closer. “You’re wasting away in here. You’re like…like some kind of hermit. It’s not normal.”

“And since when are you the authority on what’s normal?” she snaps, slamming her laptop shut. Her brown eyes lock onto mine, sharp and irritated. “Just because you need to be the center of attention 24/7 doesn’t mean everyone does.”

Her words sting more than they should, but I don’t let it show. “This isn’t about me,” I say, though we both know that’s not entirely true. “It’s about you. You’re my sister, Gia. I hate seeing you like this.”

She laughs bitterly, shaking her head. “Oh, give me a break, Luca. You don’t hate seeing me like this. You hate that I’m not your little accessory, following you around and making you look even more amazing.”

That hits a nerve. I take a step back, surprised at the venom in her voice. “That’s not fair,” I say, quieter now. “I just want you to have fun. To…live a little.”

Gia stands up, crossing her arms. She’s smaller than me, but she doesn’t back down. She never does. “You don’t get to decide what my life looks like, Luca. Just because you can’t stand silence or being alone for five seconds doesn’t mean I have to live the way you do.”

Her words cut deeper than I’d like to admit. I’ve always been the outgoing one, the popular one. People like me, and I like them back. Gia, on the other hand, has always been…different. Quiet. Guarded. It drives me crazy that she keeps everyone-especially me-at arm’s length.

“Why do you do this?” I demand, frustration boiling over. “Why do you push everyone away? You act like you don’t need anyone, but you’re wrong, Gia. You do. You can’t just lock yourself in here and pretend the world doesn’t exist.”

Her jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think she might yell at me. But instead, she grabs her jacket and pushes past me, heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” I ask, bewildered.

“Anywhere but here,” she mutters, not looking back.

I follow her to the front door, my anger flaring. “Oh, so you’ll leave the house, but only when it’s to get away from me? Real mature, Gia.”

She whirls around, her face flushed with anger. “You don’t get it, do you? You never do. Not everything is about you, Luca. Sometimes I just need space. Is that so hard for you to understand?”

Before I can respond, she slams the door behind her, leaving me standing there in the hallway, alone.

I rake a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth. I can feel the anger bubbling up, but there’s something else beneath it, something I don’t want to look at too closely.

This isn’t the first time Gia and I have fought, but it feels different this time. More intense. More… complicated.

I sit down on the couch, trying to calm myself. But instead of cooling off, my thoughts spiral, circling back to Gia over and over again. The way her eyes flashed when she yelled at me. The way her voice trembled, just slightly, when she said I didn’t understand her.

My chest tightens, and I suddenly feel… off. Like there’s a weight pressing down on me that I can’t shake. It’s not guilt, exactly; though I do feel bad for pushing her so hard. It’s something darker. Something I don’t want to name.

I stand up abruptly, going to the laundry room. Let's just say I have a bit of a bad habit.

I don't need to rummage in the laundry baskets much to find what I'm looking for. My sister's thong. Slipping it into my pocket, I look around before locking myself in the bathroom.

Without thinking and with a quickness, I decide to put them right up to my face.

And inhale.

And bury my face in the fabric to inhale some more.

Gods, she smells intoxicating. The scent of her musk and a hint of lavender from her laundry soap makes me feel high. In the distance, I can hear myself groaning as I hold the fabric against my face with both hands.

I sit on the closed toilet seat, feeling myself twitch inside my own blue underwear. I roll my hips slightly, pressing my face harder against Gia's thong. Feeling myself already beginning to drip, I struggle with my pants for a bit before feeling my cock slip out from the top of my briefs.

I pull my boxers down to momentarily watch my own cock bob. With a smirk, I wrap Gia's thong around my weeping cock, giving it a firm stroke. This is followed by a quiet moan; the feeling of the fabric is like kissing an angel.

This is so wrong. I just can't bring myself to care.

With the wetness of the gusset of her panties acting as a lubricant, I begin to slowly stroke myself, wanting to take my time, savoring every feeling, relishing in it. I soon become too desperate for release, I quickly lose control, my hips moving faster to fuck my hand, my hand tightening around my cock, the grip almost painful now. My eyes are screwed shut as I throw my head back, all my fantasies replaying in my head.

It's the thought of Gia sucking my cock that sends me hurtling over the edge.

My cock twitches in my hand, my other hand slamming down on the counter. I groan her name raggedly, and my thighs quiver as I come hard into my fist, harder than I ever have when jerking myself off. I pump my release into her panties, hot, thick ropes of my cum painting the gusset.

If she were here in front of me, I would pull the fabric up over her thighs, making her wear her cum filled panties before going about the rest of her day.

But she's not here, so instead, I bring the cum soaked panties up to my face, eyeing my spend for a moment. I stop myself and contemplate the idea in my head as I eye the glistening sheen over the center. Just as quickly as the thought infiltrates my head, I decide against it and bunch up the thin material, putting it on top of the toilet. I wash my hands and clean up, then flush so I don't seem suspicious, before taking the panties back to the laundry room and hiding them at the bottom of the basket.

Trying not to dwell on my actions, I grab my keys off the counter. If Gia doesn’t want to go to the party, fine. I’ll go without her. Maybe a few drinks and some loud music will help me forget this weird, uncomfortable feeling that’s settled over me like a storm cloud.

The party is already in full swing when I arrive. The house is packed, music blaring, people spilling out onto the lawn. Normally, I’d dive right in, basking in the attention and energy. But tonight, I feel disconnected, like I’m watching everything from a distance.

I grab a beer and make my way through the crowd, forcing myself to smile and chat with people. But it’s all surface-level. My mind keeps drifting back to Gia, wondering where she went and what she’s doing. If she’s okay.

And then, like a flash of lightning, it hits me.

I stop in my tracks, the realization crashing over me with brutal clarity. This… obsession I have with Gia. The way I’m always pushing her, always needing her to be part of my world. It’s not normal. It’s not… right.

I shake my head, trying to shove the thought away, but it’s too late. The truth is staring me in the face, unrelenting.

I care about Gia too much. More than I should. More than I’m supposed to.

I slam the rest of my beer, hoping to drown the thought, but it doesn’t work. The feeling is still there, gnawing at the edges of my mind.

For the first time in my life, I don’t want to be at a party.

Of course that's the time a random girl picks interest in me. She all but drapes herself over my back, and she's saying things, but I can hardly hear her over the music.

When she tugs me up from my seat and starts leading me towards a bedroom, all I can think of is how her hair looks like Gia’s. It's some kind of blonde and in a ponytail the way my sister usually has hers.

The girl smirks as she pushes me onto the bed, and her dainty fingers start to unbuckle my pants. I let it happen. If I really squint, I can pretend this stranger is my sister.

Before I know it, the girl's hand is curling around the base of my cock, tugging it up to the tip.

“You seem pretty out of it,'' she says.

I just stare, even as excitement jolts up my cock and brings me to full hardness as she jerks me off. She works her wrist like a pro, her hand soft but her grip firm, pleasing me with every tug. She quickly gets used to figuring out what feels good, too, her smirk returning as she focuses more on the base, her tugging motions evolving into proper strokes that draw a deep exhale out of me.

Would Gia do it this way? Has she ever given a hand job before?

I don't know what's worse. Desperately hoping my sister hasn't touched anyone like this, or secretly hoping I'm her first.

I'm pathetic.

An exhale cuts off into a grunt as her wet tongue lashes at my tip. The girl snickers and sticks her tongue out at me, first to mock me then to lick my tip-the wet appendage doing a slow loop around my twitching tip before her lips descend, taking me into her mouth. The wet warmth that envelops me feels like heaven, and I can only groan in approval, one hand coming to rest on her head, pushing her down a bit more.

If she minded, she didn't say anything, only a muffled hum escaping her as she sucks back up to the tip and descends just as quick, bobbing her head with a growing sense of rhythm. Her tongue isn't idle either as it licks and lashes at the very tip, her hand likewise pumping the shaft and leaving not one speck of my cock unattended-least of all when she delves deeper, accepting more of my manhood between her lipstick-clad lips, audibly sucking me off.

''Mn... that's it… Gia…'' I breathe out, if only to break the silence, my eyes on her as she works.

As if to mock me, she covers her eyes with one hand, mimicking those lewd pictures of pornstars who hide their eyes during a scandalous scene, but I pull that hand aside and lock eyes with her. If anything, that seems to embarrass her more than the blowjob itself does. Her cheeks are painted a cute red shade even as she settles that hand on my thigh, taking to closing her eyes instead. All the while, she continues to suck me off, her lips becoming wet with her own saliva and turning her sucks into hotter slurps, the punctuating noise echoing off the walls and ringing in my ears alongside the loud music.

Doubly so when she takes more of me in, her lips passing the halfway mark-and then she unhands my cock altogether. Not a second later, she nearly throats me, my tip hitting the back of her throat and making me grunt and pull back. But with a sudden burst of lust, I grasp onto her head with both hands and yank her down, sheathing my twitching shaft straight down her gullet and burying her nose in my crotch.

''M-Mmph?!''

I pay no heed to her grunt, a needy pressure mounting up my cock as I let her retreat only to yank her back down again, sheathing my cock between those nice lips of hers. Her nose squashes into my groin, but I don't care, grunts bubbling up my throat and quickly evolving into huskier groans as I face-fuck the bratty girl, her muffled yelps and garbled grunts utterly ignored as I use her mouth like my own personal fleshlight, pounding it with equal vigor.

Spit lubes my cock and makes it sloppy. The sinful noises that escape her mouth are pornographic in quality and fuel the desire shooting up my length, my balls growing tight, and my breath catching in my throat. Yet I don't stop, don't slow-with a maddening vigor, I fuck her face, abusing her throat and smearing her lipstick along my cock-!

''Hng!''

Until, with a sharp grunt, I blow my load straight down her throat. She nearly goes cross-eyed, flinching as my hot semen splashes down her gullet and forces her to swallow it-gulp after gulp, carrying my semen down into her belly. Her air supply steadily grows thinner by the moment as my cock blocked her airways, her nose stuffed against my groin and leaving her coughing and spluttering on my cock.

Finally, I pull back. In an instant, she gasps only to break out into coughs. One hand wipes at her lips while the other thumps at her chest, clearing her airways and gradually controlling her breathing.

''Ugh... not so rough...'' she pants out, glaring at me.

But the illusion has already cleared. This isn't my sister. I have to… go home and check on her. That's right. Our parents are away for the week anyway. I should look after her.

It's with these thoughts in mind that I hurriedly put my pants back on, ignoring the girl's outraged expression.

Leaving a party without telling anyone is new for me, but I don't particularly care. I slip out the back door and make my way to the front, where my car is parked. Thirty minutes later, I pull into the driveway of our house.

“Gia?” I call after stepping inside and locking the front door behind me. There's no answer, and I pause to check if she's listening to music at full volume again. Nope, the house is silent.

Curious, I go to knock on her bedroom door. Still nothing.

“Did you study until you passed out, nerd?” I ask, pushing open her door.

Gia is sprawled out in bed in a way that makes my heart leap into my throat. I rush over to her and press two fingers to her neck. Fuck, okay. There's a pulse.

“What the hell…”

I look over to her desk. Her laptop is in sleep mode, and there are books so big that just looking at them gives me a headache. That's when I noticed the pill bottle behind her laptop.

“Sleeping pills, huh…” I say aloud as I look between the bottle and her. “Now, just how deeply are you sleeping?”

I don't feel a shred of guilt as I drop her pants onto the floor beside her bed, followed by her shirt, and then her bra. She doesn't even stir.

“You're so stupid, sis,” I mutter. “What if you fucking died?”

I opt to leave her panties on for a little while. I have a couple of things to test first.

My hands ran along Gia's stomach. Her skin is hot to the touch. I don't even need to slide a hand between her legs to know how soft she is. I can practically smell some arousal, too, and her nipples are as stiff as they could possibly be, maybe from the cold. Taking them between my fingers, I give them both a little pinch, then lean down to kiss Gia's lips. They're soft to the touch, and it feels every bit as nice to kiss her as I'd imagined it would. Tracing my hand along her body again, I move down towards her crotch. Sliding two fingers down the length of her slit from the outside of her underwear, I can feel just how wet she is. Was she rubbing herself off before she passed out or something?

Sliding the underwear down and off my sister, I toss them aside. She won't be needing them for now. I move myself down between her legs and slide my hands against her butt. While I grope gently at the soft flesh, my mouth makes contact with her sopping wet pussy. She tastes delicious, as I'd been expecting-a mixture of sweet and tangy, though my love for the more taboo pleasures in life are no doubt amplifying my enjoyment.

My tongue makes contact with her wet slit, running flat up from her needy entrance to her hard clit, latching onto the bud and sucking.

“Ah!” she whines, and I immediately pull off her clit, my heart beating terribly fast as I wait for what feels like hours for her to sit up and yell, maybe even slap me.

But… she doesn't.

Nothing happens; she's just as still as she was a few minutes ago, and she doesn't make any other sounds beyond her regular breathing as she continues sleeping.

I know I should stop. I've taken too much. I'm going too far now. But... Her cunt is right there, so wet and pink and begging for me to kiss it.

I can't possibly stop now, and that’s why I push my tongue back in, taking her clit between my lips and running circles over her clit with the muscle, spit running from my mouth down her cunt as I continue the assault on her unsuspecting clitoris.

Her hips jump, and her legs sometimes bump against my back, even gracing my ears with a lazy moan or mewl, but she really does show no signs of waking.

I go lower, satisfied with the increased reaction I’m getting from abusing her clit. But if I keep teasing the sensitive bud, there is no way she won’t wake up, so I move down to her drooling hole, licking up the mix of her fluids and my spit.