Sleep Sex Quickies

5 taboo brother and sister erotic shorts that include some form of nighttime sex.

Note: This isn’t harsh non-con, the women wake up and enjoy it.

Includes:
I Wake My Brother up So He Can Breed Me
My Brother Breeds Me While Camping
My Brother Ties Me Up and Uses Me
His Perfect Sleeping Slutty Sister
My Brother Makes Me Pay My Keep with my Pu$$y

Word count: 8500. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt from His Perfect Sleeping Slutty Sister

Oh God, this is so wrong. I’m sprawled on the couch, propped up on my elbows, with a throw draped over me from the waist down, and I can’t stop thinking about him. About Christian. My brother. I’m home from college for the summer, and he’s visiting for the weekend. He’s ten years older than me, and suddenly whenever I’m around him everything feels different. When did he get so… hot? He’s always been the annoying older brother, teasing me and bossing me around, but now? Now he’s all muscles and stubble and that smirk that makes my stomach do flips.

We just watched a movie with Mom and Dad, and now they’re upstairs in bed, leaving us alone down here. I’m tired, but I don’t want to go to bed yet. I adjust the blanket, letting it slide just enough to expose the edge of my panties, hoping he’ll notice if he looks past my feet where he’s sitting. But he doesn’t. He’s completely focused on the TV, oblivious to the chaos in my head. The s3x scene on the screen isn’t helping either. The guy’s hands are all over the girl, and I can’t stop myself from imagining Christian’s hands on me. Ugh, get a grip, Jasmine. This is your brother. Your freaking brother. But my body isn’t listening to logic. My heart’s racing, and there’s this warmth pooling in my core that makes me squirm.

I glance over my shoulder, trying to be subtle, but he’s still watching the show. Of course he is. He probably doesn’t even notice me like that. I’m just his little sister, the annoying one who’s always been underfoot. But I can’t stop stealing glances at him. His jaw is sharp, his lips slightly parted as he watches the screen. God, those lips. I wonder what they’d feel like on mine. Or on my neck. Or… lower.

Stop. Stop thinking about it.

I turn back to the TV, but my mind is racing. The girl on the screen is moaning now, her back arching as the guy’s hands roam over her body. I can almost feel it, the way his touch would make my skin tingle, the way his fingers would slide under the fabric of my panties and—

Sh*t. I’m soaked. I can feel how damp my panties are, it’s embarrassing, but also kind of thrilling. I’m glad Christian can’t see my face right now. He’d probably laugh if he knew what I was thinking.

The scene on the screen gets more intense, and I let out a soft sigh. I’m so turned on, and I don’t know how to fix it–not that I even have the energy to fix it because I’m too tired. I yawn as I shift again, letting the blanket ride up just a little more. It’s stupid, I know. He’s not even looking at me. But maybe, just maybe, if I—

My thoughts drift off as my eyes grow heavy. The TV’s glow fills the room, and the sounds of the show blur into the background. I don’t even realize I’m falling asleep until everything goes dark.

***

I’m dreaming. I know I’m dreaming because it feels too good to be real. Christian’s hands are on me, sliding up my thighs, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. I’m now lying on my stomach on the couch, and I can feel every touch like it’s magnified. His breath is warm on my thigh, his lips brushing against my skin as he whispers something I can’t quite hear.

I moan softly as his hand slides under the fabric of my panties and his fingers find my wetness. He’s slow at first, teasing me, circling my cl*t with just enough pressure to make me squirm. He shifts, his body covering mine and I can feel his c*ck hard against my a$$. I push back against it, wanting more.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “You like your brother touching you.”