My Sister is Sleeping

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I was the baby sitter for my two younger sisters. Two and four years younger. The older started developing when she was nine. Our relationship is truly okay, we’ve always stayed close and talk frequently, and have hung out with eachother a good deal both alone and with our other friends, but neither of us have ever raised the subject. And while I still fantasize about it constantly, I feel a great bit of guilt now, especially for the times I was more pushy and assertive with her about it, however from my observations she never suffered anything unfortunate as a result, she actually has a very successful life going. Which isn’t an excuse or anything, but it’s one thing I feel grateful for.

Even if children are sharing a room, you could decorate so they each feel like they have their own space. If the move is recent or unexpected, this can help them get excited about sharing with someone else.We know this isn't always possible. If kids are sharing, try to have regular conversations with them about how they're feeling. We've got tips and ideas to help make sure they're safe and happy sharing a room. This will be the first time I’ve told this story in full, but it happened in the 90’s so some details may not be all there. After so much of that, I kept pushing it further, and her also not being educated on these things, she typically went along with it and didn’t find it strange. From there I began getting her clothes off when she got into bed, and I began to touch her and put my mouth on her, usually for a good couple hours before going to sleep.

My sister is three years younger, and our relationship was pretty typical. At home we had separate rooms, but for a time multiple times a week we had to share a bed at our grandparents house, our mom had started working late and they didn’t wanna leave us home alone from after school until early in the morning, so 3-4 times a week we slept in the bed in the spare room at our grandparents. Around the same time I was dealing with heavy hormones, and thanks to the sketchy kids I sometimes hung out with in my neighborhood I had recently discovered porn - however our family let’s just say took their sweet time educating us on such things, so I had an idea it wasn’t something to express or talk about, but my curiosity was killing me. I got addicted to porn at a young age, thanks to my family getting dial-up internet access without using family filters. At first I was really scared of getting caught but after a while I started getting excited by the idea of my parent or sibling catching me. When I woke up this morning, I was still spooning her while she was sleeping. I got up and made myself breakfast. That's when it me - what if she was sleep-talking or something. WHat if I imagined what she said. I feel guilty because I know I shouldn't have slept on the same bed as her. Man, this might be an awkward conversation because we don't get along and if I tell her... yeah.

I got completely naked on my bed legs spread so if anyone decided to come I wouldn’t have time to hide and they would have a full view of my wet pussy. The more I heard their voices, the closer they were to my door the wetter and more excited I got to the point where I came. I was about 13 years old and she was about 11 at the time. My family didn’t discuss sexual stuff so I had never experienced masturbation to cope with teenage hormones. My Sister and I slept in the same bedroom, in bunk beds – her on top bed and I on the bottom bed. One night I was especially horny and all I could think about was my sister’s pussy and it being so close to me. I listened carefully to her breathing and decided that I would play with my sister’s pussy while she slept