The next incident happened about a year after the shower scene and I think had much more to do with my later incestuous feelings towards my sister than did seeing her coming out of the shower.
Dionne had a classmate and close friend named Michelle. Birds of a feather flock together so naturally Michelle was pretty and popular too. In fact, the two girls were very similar in their height, weight and looks. Michelle was only an inch or so shorter than Dionne and her hair was only slightly darker. Like Dee Dee, she, too, had a nice set of tits.
Michelle also had a major crush on me. She made no effort to disguise this and was always coming on to me in her inexperienced schoolgirl fashion. Michelle frequently spent the night with us, much more frequently than Dionne did with her, and whenever she was over at our house she did everything she could to get my attention. Whenever my parents weren’t around she would sit next to me and rub her hand up and down my leg. She would press up against me at every opportunity, allowing me to feel her tits, and it seemed like she spent an inordinate amount of time bent over with her butt blocking my line of view. To me, Michelle’s attentions were amusing, and flattering, but I never really took them very seriously. I figured within six months she wouldn’t even remember my name. Dionne put on an air of exasperation whenever Michelle was flirting with me, but sometimes it seemed she was almost jealous.
Then on one of her sleepovers Michelle made it clear she wasn’t content just to flirt with me anymore. I had driven the girls to McDonalds. The drive-thru was jammed so we parked and Dee Dee went in to get our food. As usual Michelle was sitting snugly up against me, and she made no effort to slide over when Dionne got out of the car. She made some pretense about liking my shirt and ran her hand over my stomach, edging lower and lower. A little taken aback, I decided to call her bluff and just see how far she was willing to go. But she wasn’t bluffing. Her hand snaked it’s way over my belt and into my lap where she gently began to massage my quickly hardening cock. I looked her in the eyes and told her she was going to get herself in trouble like that. She looked me right back in the eyes and said, “Maybe I want trouble to get inside of me.” With that she reached up and kissed me and I returned the kiss, even slipping my tongue into her mouth a bit. I gingerly squeezed her left tit as she continued caressing my dick through my jeans. We petted and kissed for a couple of more minutes before Dionne came back. By then I had begun to see Michelle’s innocent little crush in a whole new light.
I lie awake late into the early hours that night, still turned on by Michelle’s advances, even though I had masturbated shortly after we had returned home. I decided to see if Michelle wasn’t still awake too. Maybe, if she was, I could sneak her back to my room, and from there, who knows?
My sister’s room was just down the hall from mine and our parents’ room was on the other end of the house, so I knew if I was careful they wouldn’t hear. As quietly as possible I crept down the hall, making sure to step over the spot in the floor that always creaked. With barely a sound I pushed open the door to the girls’ room and stood in the doorway listening. Faintly, I could make out both their low, steady breathing. I felt sure they were both asleep. I started to go back to my bed when an idea hit me. Maybe I could get my rocks off anyway, even if Michelle was asleep.
I entered the room and stole over next to the bed. The room was almost pitch black. The only light came from the weak night light out in the hallway and it hardly cast any glow into Dee Dee’s room. No matter though, I thought, I didn’t necessarily need to be able to see for what I had planned.
I knew Dionne always slept on the far side of the bed when she had spent the night company, so I knelt down in front of the near side of the bed and carefully ran my right hand up under the blanket and sheet covering the girls. Going very slowly so as not to awaken Michelle, it took me a minute or so to reach my destination, but soon I could feel the soft heat from her skin. Eagerly, my fingers touched her leg. I paused a moment to make sure she hadn’t awakened. I leaned forward close to where I knew her head had to be and sure enough, I could still hear her consistent, natural breathing. I traced my hand upwards and realized I was caressing her upper thigh area. My already semi-hard cock was now fully erect, making a tent of my jockey shorts. She was lying on her back. My hand slid it’s way upward until I came into contact with her panties. Nylon panties against smooth, young female flesh. God, what a wonderful feeling! As I lightly rubbed around I could tell that her hips were slightly angled towards me, with her right leg lying somewhat on top of her left leg. As gently as possible my fingers glided over her pubic mound. She stirred, shifting a little and for a second I thought she might wake up. But just as quickly she settled back into her deep sleep. She had, however, adjusted to where she was flat on her back, with her legs slightly spread.
By now my cock was throbbing as I took a deep breath and eased my hand over her panties and down to the spot where I could feel the heat from her pussy. It felt so good. The only thing separating my fingers from that teen virgin pussy was a thin film of material. I began to work my hand back and forth over her cunt and I could feel it becoming moist. She stirred again, this time a barely audible moan escaping her lips, and her hips began to move ever so slightly under my touch.
I replaced my right hand with my left hand and I moved my now free hand up her body. Her tight stomach trembled a little as I passed over it. About midway up her belly I encountered the hem of the short nightshirt I had seen her wear to bed. The mental image of her sleepwear hiked up over her waist made my prick ache and I longed for a third hand to stroke it with.
My right hand slipped under her clothing as my left hand continued to grind against her pussy. I came to the swell of her left breast and my hand eagerly sought out her nipple. I began to knead it between my fingers as I squeezed softly on her tit. I couldn’t help but notice she was bigger than I thought she would be. Her breathing became more labored and ragged. I thought she was about to wake up so I rested both hands and listened. She made a soft sighing noise and then I heard her breathing return to normal and her breast began it’s slow rise and fall under my hand, signaling her continued slumber.
For the better part of an hour I continued my fondling of the girl. Her panties had become wet beneath my left hand and I inched my fingers underneath the waistband. I worked my way down to her bush and stroked my fingers through her tight, curly hairs. Several times I came in contact with the top of her pussy lips and I desperately wanted to insert my finger inside of her, she was definitely wet enough that this would not have been a problem, but I didn’t. I was afraid she would wake up and become afraid when she realized someone was groping her in this almost black room. She would panic and this would wake Dionne up and there was no way I could talk my way out of being in their room in the middle of the night with my hands under the covers.
When I at last decided I could not take this anymore I removed my hands from beneath the covers and stood up. I leaned over and by moving my face until I could feel her breath against my skin, I lightly kissed her on the mouth. Her lips were slightly parted and it was all I could do to keep from ramming my tongue into her mouth. I settled for delicately licking her lips and then I silently left the room. Back in my bed, I pumped my rock-hard cock until I came, which didn’t take long at all. Making sure I shot off into my shorts, I removed them and slid them under the bed, making a mental note to put them in the hamper first thing in the morning. Then, I quickly fell asleep.
It seemed I hadn’t been asleep anytime when I awoke with a pressing need to take a piss. I must have been asleep a couple of hours though, because the morning light was straining in through my window. I got up, put on a clean pair of jockeys and headed for the bathroom.
As I started to go into the john, I noticed I had not pulled the girls’ door to when I left their room. I tiptoed to the door to do so, but with my hand on the knob I froze. The early morning sun was filtering in through the curtains, casting the room in a warm, hazy glow. There on the bed I saw the two girls. The covers had been partially tossed aside while they slept, leaving both girls uncovered from below the waist up. The girl on the far side of the bed had rolled onto her right side, facing the wall. The other was still on her back, with her head turned toward me. It was Dionne. For whatever reason, she hadn’t slept on the far side of the bed and I realized it had been my own sister that I fondled in her sleep!
Afraid to even breathe, I stood there staring at her face, making sure she was asleep. Her nightshirt was still pushed up, exposing the lower part of her left tit. I ran my gaze down and saw that the top of her panties were slightly pushed down, just revealing the top of her bush. I couldn’t believe it. I had groped and kissed my little sister, and had wanted to do a whole lot more, and I had loved the hell out of it! Without a sound, I pulled the door to and went into the bathroom.