My oldest sister Stacy

I sat up slightly, glancing at my open bedroom door, trying to see who was standing there. It was strange that I could see so well in the dark... it was as bright as if it was noon but with a strange bluish cast to the light. I could tell it was dark, but I could see perfectly. My puzzlement at this strange new phenomenon was pushed aside as the person in the doorway stepped into my room, and I had another strange new occurence to wonder about.

Standing there dressed only in the white silk blouse that she wore to work every day as my oldest sister Stacy. My eyes ran over her slender body as she shuffled into my bedroom, admiring her slim athletic body even as I realized that she was sleepwalking. I recognized the slighlty absent way of moving, the aimless shuffling, from when I was younger, back when my dad had a bad bout of somnambulism. It'd taken us months to figure out what was setting him off, all of us kids placed on nightly alert to stop him in case he tried doing something dangerous. After weeks of stopping him from trying to drive a car or work in his woodshop, we'd discovered that the scent of citrus triggered something in him and set off his nightly wandering. Ever since that day, we'd banned anything citrus scented from the house... but Dad was the only member of the family that ever sleepwalked until now. What could have started Stacy sleepwaking? I wondered as she closed the door to my bedroom, sealing out what little light there was.

"Stacy?" I called gently, not wanting to wake her up suddenly, remembering how we'd all been warned not to startle my father when he was sleepwalking. "Stace, are you alright?" I asked as she slowly walked across the floor to my bed. "What are you doing, Stacy?" I asked, knowing at times that a sleepwalker will respond despite being ****.

"Giving you your birthday present," she murmured sleepily, pausing beside my bed, her hands going up to push her open blouse down off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to stand before me completely naked. Now, I love all my sisters, and I always knew they were attractive but in a distant brotherly way, but this was the first time I'd ever seen one of the naked. I couldn't help letting my eyes run down my older sister's body, openly ogling her.

Stacy was skinny, well, perhaps not skinny but really slender. She'd always been thin, but not unhealthily so, it was just her natural body type and all the years she'd spent doing sports during high school and college had toned her slender body beautifully. Her long brown hair was loose, falling down around her face and shoulders, the ends just long enough to barely cover her petite breasts, her nipples just peeking out from behind her hair at me. My eyes were drawn down over her toned stomach, focusing on the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair between her leg before I felt guilty about ogling her sexy body and **** my attention back up to her face. Damn, she's hot, I couldn't help thinking to myself, my body reacting naturally to the sight of her naked flesh, my boxers completely tented. Much hotter than I ever expected, I mused with a flush of guilt, knowing I shouldn't be thinking of my oldest sister that way. "What... what is my birthday present, Stacy?" I asked her after a few moments of silent ogling.

"Whatever you want," she replies sleepily, her hands coming up to absently caress her sides as she struck a pose in front of me. "What do you want me to do, Phil?"

"What... why are you doing this, Stacy?" I asked, my heart racing at the idea of my older sister seducing me in her sleep. "What made you think of this... of doing this for my birthday present?" I asked, knowing that her answers would be honest, her subconscious controlling her actions wouldn't be able to lie to me.

"It's something I've wanted to do for a while now," she answers dazedly, her hands moving down her stomach, her fingers combing through the dark patch of hair there. "Something that I've wanted since I noticed how attractive, how much you've grown," she answers in a soft slumbering mumble.

"Really?" I remarked, my gaze fixing on her long slender fingers as she strokes them through her short pubic bush. "And you'll do anything I want for my birthday?" I asked, my mind torn between what I should do. Part of my mind, the responsible moral part, was telling me to deny her, to send Stacy back to her bedroom and never mention this again... but the other part of me, the baser, more carnal part of my mind couldn't get the arousing sight of her fingers combing through her pubic hair out of my mind.

"Anything you wish, Phil," Stacy assures me, still sound asleep as her fingers stretch down between her slender thighs, stroking herself as she awaits my answer.