Paul Roan - My sister,my sex slave

She wondered if he was going to be her only visitor for the night and the dream and it seemed that he was. She lost track of things for a bit and then he was sitting up on the bed with her and they were both naked.

He was fondling her breasts and the way the tiny, rock hard nipples popped out of their soft little nests shamed her. She was so responsive when she was asleep. She could feel his touch in every nerve ending in the satin smooth skin of her breast and it was a very nice sensation. She worried for a moment, wondering if she was becoming a nocturnal voluptuary. She decided that she probably was beginning to enjoy the wild erotic dreams and fantasies that she could experience when she went to sleep. She felt a moment of deep unhappiness when she decided that any girl who had to get her kicks in her sleep was certainly in very bad shape.

Lennie was still with her and when he took her into his arms she found that she could enjoy the sensation of being held in a man's arms. She wriggled herself against his naked body and when her own nudity touched his she could feel a grand sensation of sheer sexual pleasures. His hands slid downwards and then he was slipping his finger into her wet opening and she was writhing and twisting and squirming like a worm. Each time his finger thrust up inside of her, his hand mashed her clitoris and rubbed it and she knew that she was spilling a little bit of her own special brand of sweetness and that delighted her. She knew that dreams had a way of falling apart and breaking up into segments and she was not at all surprised when he moved and then he was kissing her sexual flesh and his tongue was sliding up inside of her. She shuddered with a massive spasm of pure erotic splendor and then she spent herself as wildly as any maiden in heat. Something had changed and she could feel his hard cock in her mouth, she was tasting the sap that he expelled and then he was drowning her and she started devouring him and her own glands and loins reacted and she spent herself anew. Her orgasm was one of great magnitude and she was not able to keep her mind on the things that were taking place within the corrupted corridors of her mind.

She was suddenly aware that Carol and the boys were in the room with her and Carol slipped out of the robe that she was wearing and she was able to see -the glorious body that she remembered from her previous dreams. She stared at Carol's nudity quite candidly, admiring the creamy white texture of flawless skin, the plump bullet-shaped breasts, the shallow cleft of bewitching flesh with the tiny mole above its crevice. Carol climbed onto her bed and she could see the small petals of palest pink that protruded like tiny bits of coral hiding and guarding the place of purest ecstasies.

Carol sat up and she could see the young girl's sexual machinery and it appalled her to realize that she liked looking at Carol's most intimate parts. Carol had her knees drawn up and she was resting her chin on her knees and when Lennie slipped his fingers into the cleft that she was displaying so fetchingly, she gasped and she began to squirm. Lennie bent forward and he was kissing Carol's soft little mouth and Norma was enthralled as she watched them but, she was not allowed to rest for very long. One of the twins forced his rigid cock into her mouth and the other one was shoving his hard organ into her sexual opening and she was writhing and threshing in the throes of an exceptionally sweet anguish. The boys took turns with her, and before she could empty his loins with her mouth, it was his turn to insert his organ into her person and she was able to enjoy long, drawn out periods of excited copulation with each of the boys while she watched Carol and Lennie doing the same thing beside her.

She drifted into an atmosphere of purest bliss and it seemed that she was floating on a cloud of fluffy happiness and her body was glowing and teeming with lovely erotic thrills and she just didn't care about anything or anybody.

There was a time when she found that Carol's lovely mouth was glued to her sexual organ and Carol's tongue and crawling mouth were driving her insane with pure ecstasy. She knew that Carol was feasting upon the nectar that had been buried deep within her loins and she didn't mind. She liked Carol and she was glad that Carol liked making love to her. She was sure that she was drunk, filled with erotic zeal and a new willingness to enjoy the outrageously delightful thrills that she could experience in her sleep.

She seemed to know that the twins were taking turns screwing Carol as the brunette knelt and feasted busily upon Norma's sexual juices, so she was prepared when Lennie pushed his huge cock into her mouth. She began licking him and sucking him and he was patting her head and murmuring words of encouragement and instruction to her. He was sliding his organ in and out of her mouth and she could taste him and she could feel the throbbing beginnings of his orgasm and then he was drenching her throat and she was coming in Carol's mouth and Carol was screaming as she tried to devour Norma's flesh. And, worst of all, she could hear her own voice, loudly proclaiming her beginning splendor in weird, broken sentences.

"Aaaaahhhh," she was saying, "I'm coming, Oh, Golly, I'm comingggggggggg. Ooooooohhhhhhh, ooooooooooahahahaha, I'm making it. I am making it big… oooohhhhhh, aaaaahhhh. That's it. That's it!"

She fell back against the sheets and she was soaked and so was the bed. The others were recovering from their own splendid orgasms and when Carol bent above Norma and she felt the wetness of the girl's kiss upon her Iips she tried to hold on to things but she could not do it. Carol's mouth kissed her with a warmth and affection that she liked and then she was gone, drifting off into seas that waited, seething and glowing in the depths of deepest sleep.

She was certain that she had fallen into a long shaft of utter darkness and her dreams vanished and her body rested and she had no awareness of anything until Carol came into her room with the morning sunshine behind her, and she woke and matched the bright smile on Carol's pretty face.

She remembered the details of her dreams for a moment or two, then like a spot that reacts to its remover, memory dimmed out and was gone and she woke fully, alert and happy and eager for breakfast and the work that would fill the day.

Carol was wrapped in a faded robe and she had come in to tell Norma that breakfast was ready and on the table. Norma got out of bed and she flashed a smile at Carol. Then she disappeared into her bathroom.

She was conscious of weariness as she stood under the shower and she wondered if the warm water was a soporific. She turned the valve that made the stream colder and that made her feel better.

Her body was alive with aches and pains and twinges of one sort or another and she wondered if the bed she was sleeping in was too soft. She had heard that a soft bed could do lots of damage to the body. Maybe that was her trouble.

She spent too much time, probably, on dressing in pretty clothes, brushing her hair, applying makeup. For some reason she wanted to look her very best when she joined the others for breakfast.

She succeeded, it seemed, because the admiring looks that the others gave her when she sat down in the nook were decidedly complimentary. Carol smiled at her and she stepped aside as Lily showed up and slid into a seat.

Norma was amazed by the change that had taken place in Lily. She was all made up to look much older than she was. She wore eye makeup and deep red lipstick, her sharply pointed nails looked like they were dripping blood and there were twin patches of rouge on Lily's round cheeks. She smiled at Norma and Lily's big blue eyes danced with mischief.

Lily was wearing a tight tee shirt and when she looked at the shape of Lily's breasts, practically visible, Norma was shocked. She was tempted to say something to Lily but she did not do it. Her little sister was growing up and there was nothing that she could do to prevent that. Lily would do all right. Always.