Chapter 157 – The Sleeping Sister
Phoebe was lying on her side.
Her body was completely relaxed, and only her calm, steady breathing indicated that... she was all right.
Her breasts rose and fell softly with each breath, heavy and full, with clearly defined nipples that were slightly hardening from the coolness of the room.
(Sis...)
The delicate skin on them seemed especially tender in the soft daylight filtering through the curtains.
She was naked... from the waist up.
Her only clothing was a pair of light blue, almost transparent panties that hugged her thighs tightly and pressed lightly against her soft skin.
The fabric was so thin that her contours were visible through it.
One of her legs was slightly bent at the knee, the other stretched out, and this position only emphasized the smooth lines of her thighs and waist.
(Phoebe really does have an incredible body, but this pose... seems unnatural.)
Her long dark hair was scattered across the pillow and sheet in a wide fan.
A few strands fell onto her shoulder, while others brushed her cheek and neck.
Phoebe’s face was serene.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes casting a light shadow on her cheeks.
Her lips were slightly parted, her breath warm.
One arm was bent near her face, her fingers relaxed, as if she were holding something in her sleep or simply seeking support; the other lay along her body, almost touching her thigh.
The sheet beneath her was pink, with a fine checkered pattern, and slightly crumpled from her movements in her sleep.
Phoebe looked vulnerable and yet strangely seductive in that position... completely exposed, unsuspecting, deeply immersed in her own sleep.
(Damn!!... Phew. Don’t let your mind wander, Sohen. Be a normal guy. Wake her up, and then you’ll go have breakfast together, and that’s it. It doesn’t matter that she’s naked. Just remember that she’s been your sister for the last ten years and forget about that night in the hotel...)
The sight of his sweet younger sister certainly stirred up... his nervous system a bit, but he managed to restrain himself from... unwanted thoughts, carefully and quietly approached her bed, leaned in closer, and whispered barely audibly:
- (Me). "Phoebe... wake up."
- (Phoebe). "..."
She didn’t react.
Her breathing remained steady.
- (Me). "..."
(You’re such a heavy sleeper, Phoebe! What on earth are you dreaming about? You don’t even react to a sound this close...)
Then Sohen carefully reached out and touched her cheek with his fingertips.
Her skin was warm, soft, and slightly damp from sleep.
(Hehe... My little sister has such nice cheeks. I just want to hold them a little longer.)
- (Phoebe). "..."
Phoebe merely sighed quietly in her sleep at her older brother’s actions.
Her eyebrows shifted ever so slightly, but her eyes never opened.
(Phew...)
Sohen was just about to pull away when her hand suddenly twitched.
- (Me). "???"
Her fingers, which had been relaxed by her face until then, unconsciously grabbed his wrist.
Her grip turned out to be surprisingly firm.
- (Me). "Phoebe?"
Phoebe yanked him toward her sharply.
(What the heck?!...)
Sohen didn’t have time to steady himself.
He lost his balance and fell onto the bed.
(What the...)
At that very moment, Phoebe rolled over, covering him with her body.
- (Me). "???"
(~boing)
Her younger stepsister’s bare breasts pressed tightly against Sohen’s chest through the thin fabric of his T-shirt.
One arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other found its way under his back.
A leg draped over his thigh, pressing him against the mattress.
She buried her face in his neck and exhaled deeply, contentedly.
Her warm breath tickled his skin.
- (Phoebe). "Kutakh... Maakh... Kuku..."
- (Me). "..."
(Phoebe?... What the hell?... Sis, you...)
Sohen froze.
He could feel every curve of her body: the softness of her breasts, the warmth of her thighs, the gentle pressure of her stomach.
Phoebe’s heart beat calmly and steadily right against his own.
(I can’t believe it... she’s still asleep!)
Phoebe... was indeed still traveling through the land of dreams.
- (Phoebe). "Mmm..."
Her eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes didn’t flutter.
She just shifted slightly to get more comfortable and pressed herself even closer to him.
Her fingers clutched the fabric of his T-shirt at his shoulder, as if afraid the warmth might disappear.
- (Me). "..."
(How can my sister even sleep at a moment like this?)
Sohen lay motionless, staring at the ceiling.
He could feel her body completely covering his, her thigh pressed against his, her chest gently pressing against him with every breath.
(This scene is like something out of a "Comedy" or "Romance" anime, but...)
Sohen tried to carefully shift to the side, but it only made things worse — Phoebe just mumbled quietly in her sleep and wrapped her legs around him even tighter, pressing herself even closer.
- (Phoebe). "I’ll... Amma... Huuuk... Huhu..."
- (Me). "..."
(Looks like I’ll have to resort to "radical measures." I’m going to give her a little shake... Phoebe?!)
While Sohen was thinking, Phoebe... was acting unconsciously.
- (Me). "???"
Suddenly, Phoebe let out a gasp and...
(I’m screwed by Valkyrie!... Well, at least that’s what I think.)
A complex psychological and physiological process took place between Sohen and Phoebe, combining emotional intimacy, nervous system activity, and the release of hormones that affect a person’s state... A kiss on the lips.
(What am I supposed to do now? Phoebe and I kissed right in front of Valkyrie. If the night before last can be excused by the fact that I was "asleep" while Mom and Sister were sucking my dick, then this incident will be harder to explain, although... There’s a chance there aren’t any hidden cameras in Phoebe’s room, right? If there are, though... I’ll play dumb until the very end and say it was an accident.)
Before Sohen could say or do anything, his younger sister’s lips were already pressed against his mouth.
The kiss was deep and unexpected.
Phoebe kissed him greedily, confidently, and passionately.
(Is she really asleep?)
She ran her tongue along his lower lip, then deeper, exploring his mouth with a persistence that was literally sleep-induced.
(Damn...)
Sohen froze.
He could feel her pressing herself closer, her breasts pressing even tighter against him, her breathing growing heavier and hotter.
Her heart was beating faster, and he could feel it right against his chest.
(Damn it! I...)
The young beauty wouldn’t let him go.
The kiss grew deeper and wetter in an instant.
Her hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, slowly slid down his neck, then onto his chest, pressing even tighter.
Phoebe moaned softly into the kiss; her hip shifted slightly, pressing even tighter against him.
She kissed him in such a way that Sohen was physically unable to pull away, as if even in her sleep she didn’t want to lose this contact.
(Damn, I... No! This can’t keep going! I need to stop this and...)
As the saying goes, "When it rains, it pours...," Sohen felt a new problem firsthand.
- (Me). "???"
(Damn! This is getting really shitty...)
The hand of the lovely sleeping beauty, as sudden as their kiss, began to slowly slide downward.
Her fingers glided across her older brother’s stomach, found the hem of his shorts, and slipped beneath the fabric.
The palm of the youngest member of the Sohen family rested directly on his... already hard cock, first through his underwear, and then, after pushing them aside, wrapped around it completely.
Just a few seconds later, Sohen’s shorts began to move slowly "up and down."
(Phew... No comments this time. Everyone already knows that I’m... very "lucky.")