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   Story: Afraid of Sleeping Alone   
      
   By Mandil   
      
      
      
      
      
       Until she reached the age of twelve, my young sister and I used to sleep   
   in the same room.  Linda, that's my sister, is two years younger than I am   
   and until that time we had been living in a two bedrooms apartment and   
   there was no other choice on the matter.  When she turned twelve, mother   
   and us two kid, we moved into a larger apartment since mother got a   
   promotion at the statistics agency where she was working and we now could   
   afford it.   
      
       After moving into our new apartment with its three bedrooms, mother felt   
   much better since my sister and I, we no longer had to sleep in the same   
   room.  More often than once, I had heard mother say that it was not proper   
   for a boy of fourteen to be sleeping in the same room as his sister.  Of   
   course at the time I couldn't exactly see why she was making such a fuss   
   about a small detail like that, it certainly wasn't bothering me that much.   
      
       Just before we moved to our new apartment, she was even considering   
   having Linda's bed being moved into her own room which was not very big.   
      
       During the first couple of nights in our new apartment there were no   
   problems as each of us had its own bedroom.  I immediately saw the   
   advantages of being alone in my own room since now I could look at my girly   
   magazines without risking being discovered by Linda.  But on the third   
   night, Linda who until then had never slept in a room of her own, began to   
   have bad dreams and she no longer wished to sleep by herself in her room.   
   For half a dozen nights in a row she would come barging into mother's room   
   in the middle of the night refusing to return to her own room.  Linda   
   definitely didn't want to sleep by herself, ever since she had been a baby   
   she had been used to have me in her room and she now found all sort of   
   excuses to climb into mother's bed barely an hour after she had retired to   
   her room.   
      
       I must say here than mother was a widow and ever since the death of my   
   father, four years previously, she didn't go out on dates very often.  But   
   she probably expected to get married one day and she still kept the large   
   bed in which she and father slept when he was alived.   
      
       Linda and I, we each had a single bed and because of the fact that   
   mother had room to spare in her bed, Linda would go there whenever she was   
   afraid and this was mostly every night.   
      
       Soon mother got tiered of being awaken at all hours of the night and she   
   decided one night to lock her bedroom's door from the inside.   
      
       When my sister realized that mother's door was locked she felt that she   
   had no other choice but to come into my own room.   
      
       I will always remember that first time that she quietly opened my   
   bedroom door well after midnight.  Even though she didn't make any noise   
   when she entered my room, I still heard her enter, I even watched her   
   slowly approaching my bed in the dim light coming from my window.   
      
       She was very scared, it was plain to see since she was shaking and the   
   minute she realized that I was awake she begged me to let her climb in bed   
   with me.   
      
       I became angry at her since there was barely enough room for me in my   
   bed, but I was so sleepy that without thinking further I threw the blanket   
   over and I made room for her next to me.  Half a minute later I was fully   
   asleep.   
      
       But a couple of hours later, I got up to go to the bathroom and when I   
   came back Linda was taking most of the space in my bed and I had to squeeze   
   in next to her.   
      
       Without even being fully aware of it, my cock was pressing against her   
   developing bottom, I could even feel the heat of her bottom's cheeks   
   against my groin and soon my cock was very hard.  I knew that there was   
   only the thin material of my pajama as well as her own pajama that was   
   separating my cock from her girly rump.   
      
       Before that night, it had never occurred to me that my sister could be   
   sexually attractive, but now that I could feel her round buttocks, - in the   
   last year Linda's body had begun to change into that of a woman - I began   
   visualizing her in a completely new perspective.  Her hips had begun to   
   flare out and her breasts were now the size of large oranges, even the baby   
   fat around her thighs had begun to be replaced by muscles.   
      
       To make matters worse, she was constantly trying to shove her bottom   
   against me as she tried to seek my body heat inside the cold apartment.   
      
       For the remainder of the night I wasn't able to sleep at all, as soon as   
   I felt her bottom against me I had trouble restraining myself from shoving   
   my cock against her warm behind.  I knew that it wouldn't have taken more   
   than a dozen shoves before I would have paid tribute to her bottom with a   
   load of cum, but I feared too much what the consequences would bring   
   afterward.   
      
       Finally in the morning, I heard mother calling us from the kitchen.  As   
   soon as Linda heard mother, she turned toward me and she begged me not to   
   say a word to mother about her coming into my room.  She wouldn't leave my   
   room until I agreed to keep my mouth shut about it.   
      
       As soon as she was gone I seized my cock in my hand and I began to pump   
   it until I experienced the relief of a climax.   
      
       That same evening, not very long after I had climbed in bed, I heard my   
   sister entering my room once again.  The previous night I had enjoyed her   
   presence in bed with me, but at the same time I knew that while she was   
   lying next to me it was difficult if not impossible for me to sleep with   
   her so close to me.   
      
       But before I had given her my approval, she was already cuddling against   
   me and I hadn't the heart to tell her to leave.   
      
       In a few minutes she was sound asleep whereas my cock was stone hard and   
   pressing against her bottom once again.  For the next two hours I fought a   
   battle of will in my mind, one part of me wanted very much for me to rub my   
   cock against her full bottom, while the other part was trying to prevent   
   this.  I knew that if I was to succumb and to give in to my desire, it   
   would be incest, but as the minutes went by I could tell that my pulsating   
   cock was getting closer to tip the scale in its favor.   
      
       Then at last, being no longer able to restrain myself, I slowly began to   
   shove my twitching erection in the crack of her bottom.  It didn't take   
   very long for my boiling spunk to spurt out of my cock in jets and thus   
   soaking my pajama.  Even as the last pulse of pleasure was squirting my   
   seed against my sister bottom, I knew that the thin material of both of our   
   pajamas was now very wet.   
      
       My sister never realized what I had done to her that first night.  Again   
   in the morning, just before the light of dawn, I fucked her bottom one more   
   time and by now I knew that the material of her pajamas over her bottom   
      
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