Sneaks into Rachael's room as she sleeps

The door creaked cynically as I opened it into Rachael's room, a last fair warning that added to the heightened sense of awareness and risk. A thin slice of hallway light cut like a knife through the pitch black room, reinforced by its thick curtains and dark purple wall paint. As I paused to listen for signs of slumber or alert, I was confidently assured by the sound of my sister snoring like a hibernating bear with bad allergies.

She was fully drunk passed out, a blacked out blessing while I crept over the piles of clothes strewn about her room. The place was a mess, a war zone where tanktops feuded amongst the sports bra clan. Their wrinkled bodies laid alongside a graveyard of cheap slutty skirts designed in California, sown in Vietnam and shipped across the world only to be worn twice before being soaked in spilled beer and abandoned for the next season edition.

I stepped carefully over the piles, noting how nice one particular navy blue pleated school girl skirt felt between my toes as I approached her white wooden nightstand by her bed. Leaning down to look into the drawer, however, my curiosity drew its attention instead to the shadowy outline of Rachael's body, laying on its side as the sheet loosely covered her breasts.

A heavy breath through my nose... holy shit... her tits were unbelievable for a girl her age. Laying on her side, they were soft and full. My eyes enjoyed a wonderfully dirty view of her breasts as they pressed together between slumped shoulders, heaving with each unattractive snore. I wouldn't admit it to my best mates, but Rachael had me fully hard right now.

My eyes darted back to the drawer for a second before instinctively licking my lips. I had time. My left hand reached down and just gently pressed on my own stiffness while I leaned in a little closer to my sister, completely drawn into the opportunity. As I peered over the edges of her white sheet walls, I looked on my baby sister as a woman for the first time in full. The pressure built up as I leaned in closer and closer, my hand began beating to a very familiar rhythm. Her mouth was open in just the slightest way, a perfect target for my increased pumping action.

"Fuck... fuck..." I started warning myself lightly under my breathe as the swollen head of my cock gravitated to the edge of her lips. Closed eyes, mascara. Her jaw, I swear to god, opened just the slightest bit for me - her lips reached out just one longing micro inch as I felt the warmth of breath running down my shaft. That pink tongue made room and her lips were as close to wrapping around my shaft as possible without contact.

Stop now. I have to stop now. Right, the fuck now.