The Deep Sleeper

I want to tell you about something that I stumbled upon many years ago as a young girl growing up in Hyderabad. Nanna was always the "let's be prepared" kind of guy, and he would constantly be installing safety devices around the house—emergency rope ladders in the upstairs balcony windows, smoke alarms where necessary. But it was the nights of the family fire drills that gave me an idea that I finally acted on during my first year of engineering college. My name is Archana, and I am 5'7" tall, slender with small breasts and wavy dark hair with a burgundy tint. I am the older of two children. My brother Karthik is a year younger. He stood 6'2" tall with a state-level athlete's build, very muscular and broad-shouldered. He was a handsome guy but was not very aggressive when it came to meeting girls, and between his college football practice and evening tuitions, he was usually left with very little, if any, time to see a girl even if he managed to find one.

I had come home for a three-day long weekend from my hostel in Chennai during my freshman year, and being back in our house brought back so many memories of my childhood. For some reason, I recalled the late-night fire drills that Nanna would surprise us with, and how incredibly difficult it was to get Karthik awake and out of the house. To say he slept like a log would almost be appropriate; to say he slept like a literal rock or Kumbhakarna would be far better. Nanna always kidded that he really needed a sutli bomb or a stick of dynamite to wake Karthik up once he had fallen asleep. So here I was, home from college. I had just broken up with my latest loser boyfriend and crawled back home for some comfort, good home-cooked dosa, and support. Amma and Nanna were great, and so was Karthik, but everyone was so wrapped up in their own daily routines that I started to feel a bit lonely. Late that first night, long after everyone had gone to bed, I was still up pacing. I just could not sleep. As I wandered the upstairs hall, I glanced down to see one of the emergency ladders Nanna had installed.

It was that exact thought that reminded me of how deeply my younger brother Karthik slept. I decided to see just how deeply he slept now that he was older, and I crept quietly into his bedroom. The AC was humming softly. He looked to be completely out cold and was lying uncovered on his bed in just his cotton boxers. He was sprawled flat on his back. I made some small noises to see if he was asleep, maybe clearing my throat, then I started jiggling the mattress, but absolutely nothing seemed to stir him. My jiggling of the bed, however, had shifted the fabric and opened the front fly of Karthik's boxers, and I gasped softly at what I saw exposed in the dim light. My brother possessed a fairly large, thick member, and I just stood there and stared at it in sheer amazement. I don't know how long I stared at his manhood, but at some point, I became paranoid that he would waken, so I quickly and quietly left the room, shutting the door behind me. I went back to my room but I tossed and turned for hours.

I still could not sleep, but now it was because I could not get the vivid picture of my brother's thick cock out of my mind. If it had been anyone other than my own brother, I would be plotting on how to get that handsome man to stuff me with it. I just could not see myself begging Karthik to fuck me, his own sister. I was fairly tired all the next day, and though we all went to Karthik's senior day sports tournament at his college ground, I was not energetic enough to go out to a cafe with some old school classmates I had run into at the game. I had a quiet night at home watching TV with Amma and Nanna and went to bed early, around ten thirty. Sometime about two in the morning, I woke up with a start. As I lay there in the dark, thinking about going back to sleep, my little adventure from the night before came rushing back to mind. Once again, I saw the huge, heavy cock resting between my brother's muscular thighs and could feel a distinct moistening between my own legs. Let me just see how much Karthik can take and still not wake up, I decided.

Karthik was in the exact same sprawling position as he was the night before. After making some deliberate noises right by his ear and again bouncing the heavy mattress, Karthik was still completely out. I was incredibly happy to see that, and I noticed that his cock was out again too. Gingerly, I reached out my trembling hand to lightly touch it, and I was absolutely amazed at the intense warmth I felt as my fingertips traced the thick veins running the length of his shaft. I was pleasantly surprised to feel it hardening instinctively to my touch, and I wondered once again if Karthik was just playing possum. I quickly removed my hand and crept back into the shadows, staying completely silent to see if he moved or opened his eyes to see where I had gone. But the only muscle that moved was his cock, and even at this distance, I could clearly see that it was now very hard and had increased its size tremendously. I crept right back up to the bed, and this time I put my hand firmly around the thick base of his shaft and lifted his cock upright. I could not believe how incredibly hard he was and how hot his skin felt resting in my palms.

Slowly, I began to slide my hand up and down his impressive shaft, and I became so incredibly excited watching this explicit sight that I had to slide my other free hand between my legs to satisfy the growing, burning itch in my pussy. As I began to move my hand faster on his rock-hard cock, I was trying to logically solve the problem of his cum. I definitely do not want it to dry on his stomach and make him wonder what the hell had happened. Neither did I want his clean bedsheets stained and have Amma see the sticky results of what she would naturally assume was Karthik's late-night masturbation. The only practical solution my overheated brain could think of was to position my mouth directly over the broad head of his cock and try to shoot his thick cum straight into my mouth. So, as I continued to aggressively increase my pacing, I bent over the bed with my mouth open just above his straining tip. After holding this hovering position for a few agonizing seconds, I realized that I was being foolish. I bent my head down further and eagerly allowed as much of his salty, thick cock into my mouth as I possibly could without choking.

This was the only time that entire night that I truly felt as if I were crossing a massive line. Just stroking him with my hand did not seem so overly intimate, but having his hot, pulsing cock buried in my mouth, sliding my wet lips up and down his length, felt incredibly illicit. That secret, taboo feeling was erupting deep inside my pussy and driving me rapidly to the very edge of a massive orgasm. I increased my frantic motions on Karthik's cock, desperately hoping I could get him off and then quickly run to my own room and bury my fingers in my wet cunt, but it was not meant to be. My sensitive pussy reacted first and sent me rocking violently with a climax. I was so taken by the sheer force of it that I accidentally let Karthik's cock slip from my mouth just as he heavily ejaculated. The good news was none of it landed on Karthik or his bed covers; the bad news was my face, chin, and hair were completely coated with my brother's hot, sticky cum. I silently tiptoed back to my room, heart pounding, and found a soft towel to wipe myself clean until I could safely shower in the morning.

As I lay in my bed, my hand eagerly resumed its frantic work on my swollen pussy, and the musky smell of my brother's cum lingering in my hair pushed me right over the edge into another orgasm. When I woke the following morning, I seriously chided myself on my reckless actions and promised I would absolutely never again do something like that. I managed to actually keep that solemn promise, at least until the very next time I came home. I was back home for the Sankranti festival break and would be in the house for over two solid weeks. I spent the first two tense days trying to convince myself once again that playing with my sleeping brother's cock was the absolute worst of deviant behaviors. However, the glaring fact that I was still single, without even a loser boyfriend to distract me, and had not seen or touched any other cocks since Karthik's, kept the kinky side of my brain from allowing better judgment to rule my actions. On my third quiet night home, after Amma and Nanna had turned off the TV, I snuck right back into Karthik's room in the dead of the night.

I realized that my brother pretty much always slept in the exact same sprawled position, and there he was, lying on top of the thin blankets, clad only in his boxers. No matter how often I would end up doing this, I always felt the anxious need to make absolute sure he was locked in his deep sleep. While I immensely enjoyed the thrilling realization that I was doing something traditional society would never accept, I also strictly realized I could not ever let Karthik know what I did to him. So I always tried to intentionally wake him before I did anything intimate. But each and every night was exactly the same: he never moved a muscle. I carefully freed his heavy cock from the cotton fabric, felt it harden instantly in my eager hands, and then I took him deep in my mouth and wetly sucked him off. I even tried my best to stuff him completely into my throat, but I could not stop myself from gagging, and I was terrified to make too much noise and alert Nanna down the hall. I did this routine every single night for the first whole week I was home for the holidays.

I pleasured my brother's cock with my wet mouth and greedily swallowed every drop of his thick seed. By the beginning of my second week at home, that wild concept of secretly using Karthik's cock had almost become a mundane routine, and in that safe routine, I started to actually become bored. I could not, at that specific time, understand my inherent need to always want more, to always push the envelope further, but I knew I was getting bored merely sucking his cock every night, and I desperately needed more. So, the very next night I went to Karthik's room, I stripped completely naked right by the door and gently knelt on the edge of the mattress. I took his cock out and started, as always, by gently stroking the skin, bringing it up and getting it semi-hard for me. I bent over and put him in my mouth, sucking his cock till it was completely rock hard, and as always, at the exact same time, I played with my dripping pussy, trying to bring us both closer to orgasm while he slept on. Once his cock was rigid and pointing straight up, I slowly settled my soaking pussy directly over his cock and faced away from his head.

If this crazy plan failed and he did actually wake up, I did not want to see his eyes, nor for him to see my face. I took it incredibly slow. I brought my wet pussy down to meet the broad tip of his hard cock. I had held him firmly in position, so as I dropped my weight further down, his thick shaft of meat aggressively forced its way into my tight folds. I had been penetrated before by boyfriends, but never with a massive cock this size, and as I lowered my hips down, I really enjoyed how it forcefully stretched my cunt open, completely amazed at the deep places it reached inside me. I just sat there frozen at first, both deeply enjoying the monster invading my body and somewhat terrified to move now that I was fully impaled on him. But it just felt too damn good. Soon, my own overheated body controlled the raw action, and I felt myself intuitively rise up and allow that slick cock to slide back almost out, right before my hips reversed direction and pushed that big boy incredibly deep inside my now boiling pussy. I had absolutely no choice now but to passionately ride this cock.

I was far too intensely turned on to be gentle, to be nice, and I aggressively rode my brother's thick cock with sheer gusto. It didn't take me very long to cum, but I definitely did not stop bouncing on that monster buried in my cunt. As my very first massive orgasm started to recede, another wave started up immediately, and I was quickly losing all rational control of my shaking body. I was trembling violently and biting my lower lip hard to keep from screaming out my absolute delight into the quiet house. Finally, I felt that thick monster jerk wildly inside me and deeply enjoyed it as hot spray after hot spray of his seed filled me with his cum. I stayed completely still on him for a few minutes, mostly to allow me to regain control over my weakened, shaking legs and regain my ragged breath. As soon as my heart rate settled, I slowly lifted my sweaty body off his now softening cock and stepped quietly back to the floor. As I was about to leave, I suddenly realized that the distinct scent of my wet pussy would be all over his skin.

So I leaned right back over the messy bed and took him entirely in my mouth again to quickly clean him off. It completely shocked me how quickly he got rock hard again, and as that thick cock grew and pulsed in my mouth, so did my own insatiable desire, and I started to enthusiastically pleasure his cock with my mouth all over again. This time, I did actually manage to get him deep into my throat with very minimal gagging. I was so incredibly happy to have accomplished this feat that each time I took him in, I pushed him deeper and deeper into my throat until I finally felt him cum heavily while resting at the very depth of my throat. It set me off all over again, and I hobbled weakly back to my own room to milk my latest intense orgasm in the safety and comfort of my own bed, as my left fist pushed deep into my well-used pussy and pleasured me again. I did this to my sleeping brother for the next eight nights straight, sometimes staying in his dark room and riding him twice in the exact same night.

I was so incredibly well-satisfied by the time I finally went back to my engineering college in late January that Amma and Nanna wondered why I was in such a fantastic mood. I simply told them it was nice to be home, but I was also anxious to get back to my classes. Karthik, throughout all this time, never gave even the slightest inkling that he knew what was happening in his sleep, and his casual farewell to me at the railway station that year was the exact same as always. "See ya, akka!" I spent those first few lonely nights back on the college campus masturbating eagerly to the vivid memories of my secret use of my own brother. Some nights, just remembering the pure physical act was enough to get me off, and on other nights, the sheer thrilling thought of what I had successfully pulled off brought on massive, whole-body orgasms, shaking my limbs and soaking the hand buried deep in my cunt. I knew that the summer break was slowly approaching, and I seriously wondered to what extreme level I might dare to go next time.