You startle awake as your bedroom window rattles open.
“Sorry, sis, go back to sleep.” Your older sister’s voice is hoarse and rougher than usual. She stumbles through your room, but when she bangs her shin on the corner of your bed, you sit up and flip on the bedside lamp.
You take in her pale, disheveled appearance. Her cropped hair is even messier than usual, and the tank top under her canvas jacket has definitely seen better days. “You look like shit.”
She grimaces. “Gee, thanks.”
You shift over and throw back the corner of your covers. “Come on, you’re sleeping with me tonight,” you tell her.
She pauses and glances at the door before giving you a soft smile and approaching the bed. “Thanks.”
She starts to climb in and you stop her. “Not with those dirty-ass clothes, you’re not! Strip.”
She gives you her trademark wolfish grin and cocks her hips, rolling her shoulders as she slowly unzips the fly of her jeans. “You dork!” You slap at her as the two of you laugh together. She finishes stripping down to her underwear – a sports bra and boxers – and slips under the covers.
Flicking off the light, you snuggle up to her, arms wrapped around each other, foreheads touching.
“Good night,” you whisper.
“G’night,” she rasps.
-v--v-
I sleep restlessly. Strange dreams, hard to describe and even harder to remember flow through my mind like motor oil. I’m so cold, but there’s a comforting warmth nearby. A heat, even, inviting me with promises of pleasure.
The warmth spreads to my stomach, seeping into my veins. I press into it, needing more, as much contact as possible. My cock hardens and I grind against the woman beside me. Slowly, I realize it’s no longer a dream, and her arms are wrapped around me.
I roll my hips, nuzzling her neck, and elicit a moan as my bulge finds a fit between her thighs. Our legs entangle and I lick the exposed skin of her shoulder. Her fingers comb through my hair as I breathe deep the familiar, comforting scent. I push her onto her back and roll on top of her, and our hips find a matching rhythm.
I groan, my throat feeling parched, and I give into instinct. My fangs sink into her and my mouth fills with the sweetest taste I’ve ever known.
“Kat…” whimpers a voice I know better than my own, and my eyes snap open. My arms snap straight, propping me up and my sister and I stare at each other, frozen in shock, confusion, embarrassment, fear, and arousal.
Part 2
