younger brother!theo is the neediest little brother in the world. it’s been like that since your childhood, when your parents would make you take him with you to hang out with your friends, and he’d embarrass you by constantly following you around and whining for you to take his hand.
now that you’re older, nothing has really changed. he’s still needy, still whining, still desperate for any scraps of attention you could give him. he can’t even stop in his sleep.
theo has been sleep walking since he was little, but despite what the internet experts have said, he hasn’t grown out of it. in fact, each case is worse than the last one. the first time it happened, you woke up feeling the bed dip under a weight that shouldn’t have been there. theo cuddled into you, his eyes firmly closed, and nuzzled his sleepy face between your tits.
next time — same thing, except he didn’t settle until his thighs bracketed your leg, and he could hump away at it until deep sleep finally pulled him under. he even came into his pyjama pants; you didn’t know sleepwalkers could do that. you had to change his pants after that, because you didn’t want him to sleep in something cold and soaked.
one night you woke up to something wet between your legs. theo had his face buried in your clothed pussy, sloppily licking away and rutting his hips into the mattress. you stopped wearing panties to bed after that.
it happened almost every night now. you couldn’t say no to your little brother — he looked so innocent when he slept. and you knew that waking a sleepwalker up when they were in the midst of it was a bad idea. so you continued allowing him into the bed and, honestly, the sweet rosy flush on his cheeks every morning was worth it.
