The demon and a frantic Waverly

Waverly tried very hard to get to sleep, but it wasn't that easy. She lay behind her gently breathing sister, the sheer effort it took not to dwell on her situation making it hard to drift off. She swallowed and listened to her heart pound.

Then her hands started moving of their own accord. Waverly squealed, inclining her head slightly to watch as one came to rest on her sister's ass. She tried mentally tugging on her arm but to no avail. She was losing control of her body again, at the worst possible time, and quickly she bit her lip, eyes going wide. As much as she wanted to whimper it felt like all that would do would be to wake Wynonna up, and that felt like a very bad idea.

Her thumb hooked around the waistband of Wynonna's panties, slipping between her cheeks to do so, and Waverly felt her cheeks warm at the intimate contact as she gently pushed. It only took a little **** to see Wynonna's underwear glide down her legs.

Wynonna stirred, and Waverly froze. Her panties were as low as her knees. She couldn't push much further, and she mentally squirmed, hoping Wynonna didn't wake up to find what she was doing. Waverly bit her lip. The demon seemed to pause too.

And then there was nothing. Waverly would have breathed a sigh of relief if her hand hadn't again slid up the back of Wynonna's thigh, coming to rest on the now bare-skin of her sister's ass. Waverly couldn't help whimpering at that. Why did she keep ending up doing things like this?

She swallowed and silently prayed it was over.

It wasn't. After a long minute where the nude Waverly just trembled, her hand moved up from the bare skin of Wynonna's ass and slid under her shirt. It gently pushed it up, sliding up her spine. Wynonna shifted in her sleep, and Waverly swallowed nervously.

It wasn't long before it had gone up as far as it could go, from the back at least. Waverly watched with an almost resigned disappointment as her arm draped itself over Wynonna's side and pushed the front of her top up more, up over the bump of her breasts until they too were out in the open.

Stripping Wynonna without waking her seemed impossible. Still, Waverly didn't think she'd be all that thrilled to have only her knees and shoulders covered. Especially when Waverly's hand decided it no longer wanted to move and settled draped over Wynonna's breasts.

Waverly whimpered, trying to pull on her arm with a little more desperation now. Wynonna was her sister! Stripping her, let alone touching her, it felt so wrong... But apparently that was what the thing inside her thrived upon. She squealed in mounting desperation as she realized she seemed to have **** but to sleep as she was, naked and close to her basically also-naked sister, breasts against her back and hand over her sister's breasts.

A soft moan left Wynonna's lips, and Waverly squeaked, blushing an even brighter red as a nipple hardened against her palm. And to top it off, maybe from the stimuli her body had been experiencing, now Wynonna was having one of those dreams? Tonight was going to be a long night...