Try and get Heather to finish what she started.

You climb out of bed and make your way out of your room and across the hallway to the closed door to Heather’s room. You and your sister’s bedrooms are on the opposite side of the house from your parents but even still you are certain to be as quiet as possible as you knock on her door before letting yourself quietly into her room.

The room is dark but enough moon light comes in through the opened curtains for you to make out Heather’s bed and her inside it. Just her face is visible above the blankets.

Your sister isn’t asleep or surprised by you coming into her room as she calls out to you in a low voice, “what do you think you’re doing here pervert?”

You try and form into words exactly why it is that you found yourself drawn to your sister’s room after everyone’s gone to bed. “Heather, I umm… What you were doing before… Shit, you got me really…” You can’t quite bring yourself to say what it is you came here looking or hoping for.

“Come here,” Heather tells you, shutting off your rambling.

You come and lean down next to Heather when she tells you, “smell this.” She pulls her right arm out from behind the blankets and waves it under your nose. You catch a whiff of muskiness, like the smell of a kitchen after baking that morning or a long-drunk beer bottle.

“What is it?” you ask not picking the scent for what it might be.

“My pussy!” Heather laughs before smearing her sticky and slimy fingers across your nose and upper lips.

“Ahh, God! Gross Heather,” you call out as your rear away from her and try and wipe the residue of your sister’s pussy off your face.

“That’s sick,” you tell her as you try and get the scent out of your nose.

“You’re the sicko,” Heather teases back at you, immensely pleased at herself and the trap you walked right into, “coming into your sister’s room with a hard on!”

“I didn’t,” you hopelessly try and protest knowing it will do you no good with Heather.

“I could see it sticking out from the moment you walked in. It's not that dark in here.”

Thankfully Heather cant see how red you’ve become.

To your surprise rather than kick you out, Heather pulls back the covers to her bed and tells you to get in next to her. “So why don’t you tell me what you really want and why you came here after all?”

As you climb into the double bed next to you your sister, you are given a tiny moment to come up with your reply as she presses herself in next to you. Rising up on her side, Heather's front touching your hip and chest. Just the thinnest layer of material in Heather nightie between you two.