Sleep Fun

Brittany's room is far more preferable than mine. While not properly furnished, the room is undeniably larger than mine and Jake's. I managed to make out four different rooms as I stumbled around the room, lugging suitcases around to meet Brittany's exact specifications.

Two separate bedrooms, a makeshift laundry room, and a bathroom. My parents spared no expense in making sure Brittany has the best room, largely thanks to the week or so of endless whining and complaining. Grate encourages parental guardians to donate to the college, in return, their child is given special privileges. A undoubtedly courrupt and illegal act, but they've managed to pay off the law.

Luckily, there's someone to help me get this task over soon, Brittany's roommate, and my cousin, Kayla Porter. When my family arrived at the apartment, she immediately came rushing out of her room to help with taking care of the stuff Brittany brought.

There are only three.. two people actually bothering to move boxes and furnish the room. Kayla and I. My mother had split from the rest of the group to unload some smaller boxes filled with keepsakes she brought from home. My father had long passed out on Brittany's couch, and is now snoring periodically.

It's no wonder to anyone that knows my family and the Porters why I favor Kayle. She is simply the most decent. While the rest of her family seems to be embroiled in some family feud, likely orchestrated by my aunt, she buck her family's general trend of cruely and arrogance by treating people with respect.

Given how much Aunt Karen hates my mother, it's a surprise she even agreed to allow Kayla to split an apartment with Brittany. If I have to guess, the choice largely came down to a lot of cajoling on Kayla's part.

"Snap out of your pervy dreams and move that box over to that corner." Brittany's eerily familiar snaps my from my thoughts. She impatiently snaps her finger at me, before motioning towards an empty corner of the room near the door.

Before I can even attempt to lift the box to move it, a series of orders and commands rush out of Brittany's lips, telling me to move back and forth. With a sigh, I glance at the balcony, contemplating whether to join my mother or not. Eventually, Kayle steps in and helps to ease my burdens or **** Brittany to give me some needed rest.

This goes on for about half an hour, until I'm met with a moment of reprieve. The boxes are neatly positioned around the room to be opened later. Luckily for me, that's not the only form of reprieve. Out of the corner of my eye, I'm able to make three bright lights glimmering radiantly.

In their usual pattern, there are three lights. Red, Orange, and Purple. I have interacted with the red and purple lights before, and while their effects sre dually noted, the ornage light emits the most alluring energy.

Effortlessly, I reach out and the fluttering lights flies to my palms. In a flash burst of orange brilliance, the light dissipates, and one word begins to echo in my skull,

Sleep

Sleep

Sleep

Sleep-based powers? I can definitely find a use for these.

As the light vanishes, Kayla and I watch eith conflicted emotions as Brittany immediately collapses onto her bed.

"Is — Is she dead?" Kayla asks, incredibly confused by the sudden nature of her roommate's nap.

"Well, seeing as she wasn't actively holding her breath, and didn't get shot by an invisible bullet, I don't think she's dead." I reply with a shrug. On cue, Monica's body confirms my explanation with a loud snore.

The sight of my poor sister laying on her bed, snoring, oblivious to the world, causes blood to rush to my cock. "You know, now that she's asleep, it shouldn't take me too long to finish unloading everything else."

Kayla's face instantly saddens, "Oh. Okay then. I'll — I'll go and look around the campus. See you later, John." It's clear she's disappointed that I no longer want her help, but she's not assertive enough to actively spend time with me without an excuse. And so, she leaves.

As soon as Kayla leaves the room and goes back to her own, I glide over to the bed and admire my sleeping sister. I reach forward and delicately pull down the covers to get a better look at her ass. Perfect. After her collapse onto the bed, her dress had rode up to her waist, giving me a clear view of her panties.

Of course, it's far better to have than it is to see. Any man who has ever gone to a strip club will agree.

Brittany rolls around in her bed for a second, which causes me to instinctively pause. After a few seconds of silence, it becomes clear she is still sound asleep. It also leads me to wonder; how far can I go with this light before she wakes up? I make another mental note to test it out once I have the time and resources.

I resume my work by lowering the top of her dress, which causes her sizely tits to spill out. I pull it down somewhat more so that it almost perfectly mirrors the lower half that rode up. Her perky tits are now on full display, just like her cute butt.

You know, when Brittany's mouth is closed and she isn't hurling insults at me, she's actually kinda cute. Although, it's possible that just the perversion in me talking to justify a molestation of my sleep sister. I guess we'll never know for certain.

While fondling her ass and tits is great, it's not nearly enough for me to work with. I ponder the effects and consequences having my way with her could have, especially if she manages to overpower the particularly timid orange light. In the end, I shoot down the idea. My mother is one thing, and while the purple light's lingering effects on her is a mystery, I doubt it would have that same effect on Brittany. She's just so... miserable.

But I do manage to find a manageable compromise, in the form of her feet. Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I lift up her feet and sandwich my cock between them, and begin stroking.

There's something especially arousing about knowing that anyone could come walking through Brittany's door — her roommate, my mother, or my father — and I'd be dead.

"Fuck..." I let out a groan as my hips begin to thrust forward. I wrap my cock tightly around her feet, allowing myself to indulge, as I push forward, pull away, and then repeat. Then I switch to jerking her legs up and down my shaft, with a pleasurable friction. Her soft legs caresses my cock from side to side.

Of course, it's not the most sexually rewarding way to reach an orgasm, but it works. The allure of getting caught is enough to push me over the edge. Surprisingly, it's one of tje fastest orgasms of my life. My cum sprays all over her dress, the sheet, some even managing to reach her face, but I'm sure this won't be the first time she wakes up with unexplainable jizz on a dress.

By the time she wakes up, she has no clue what happened, but it doesn't matter once she sees that I finished unpacking everything. With the job done, I notice that it's getting late and I'm definitely getting hungry.

(AN: I apologize for how short this chapter is. I had to drop two chapters today so I could attempt to reach my goal of 4 or 5 chapters a week without any obstacles slowing me down, such as writers block. Wendesday will likely have two chapters as well, but that's if I feel creative enough to sit down and write.)