Incest/Taboo The Sleepwalker

Though given a promotion at work, I'd already been having second thoughts about it, as the additional stress had been almost unbearable. Many nights I couldn't even sleep, and when I did, it was restless at best. Kathy, my wife had been the brunt of a few harsh, stupid comments and remarks, most of which I apologized profusely to her afterwards, but she took it in stride at the time, understanding the real reasons behind my sudden grumpiness.

I had thought I'd begun to get things under control when one evening Kathy informed me that her sister and husband were getting a divorce, and that she'd be coming to stay with us for a short while. We had plenty of room, it wasn't a question of that, and I actually was very fond of Chris, but the notion of having one more person in the house, and something as silly as me being able to run around half naked most of the time, suddenly hit a raw nerve. Unfortunately Kathy and I had one of our more heated arguments that left me fuming for no good reason whatsoever.

"Steven, either you're going to have to find a different job, or you need to get in and see a Doctor about all this stress you're going through. I can't tolerate living like this any more, so something needs to be done about it, or Chris and I will both be moving into a different place together!"

Just by the tone of her voice, and the sudden cold shoulder I was given over the next couple of days, alerted me to the fact she was dead serious about what she'd said, as such, I scheduled an appointment with a doctor, and Chris and I went to see him to determine what if anything could be done about it.

"So tell me Steven," the doctor began. "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"Yes, some nights I find I can't sleep much at all with so much on my mind, and other nights even when I do sleep, I'm still tired in the morning, restless, like I hadn't got any sleep whatsoever."

"Not only that," Chris interjected, "I've gotten up myself when Steven's either not come to bed yet, or gotten up in the middle of the night, only to find him sitting in his chair, on the couch, or even at the breakfast table. When I speak to him, he just looks at me with hollow eyes as though I'm not even there. Sometimes I can coax him into getting up and coming back to bed, but even then, a short time later he'll get up again and wander off."

"Hmm," Dr, Edwards mused leaning back in his chair. "You ever sleep walked before?"

"Sleep walked? Me? Not that I know of," I answered finding the implication fairly absurd, though I had to admit to myself, I couldn't remember or recall my wife finding me in the places she'd just mentioned in the middle of the night, not recently anyway.

"So Steven's walking around in his sleep?" My wife questioned.

"Sounds like it, but nothing to get too worried about right now. I can give him something to help him with the stress until he gets things under control. But you need to be aware Mrs. Mason, that even with the medication, he could continue to sleep walk for a time until things improve."

"Is this something I should be worried or concerned about?" She asked.

"No, not really. But if you do find that he is sleep walking, it's best not to antagonize him in that particular state. He may be dreaming about a situation or circumstance that his subconscious believes is real, and not a dream. If you find this to be the case, its often best to go along with it, gentle coaxing or suggestions as though you were part of his subconscious reality would be the best way to get him back to bed, or even to become aware or alert that he's actually been asleep. But again, I wouldn't worry about it too much, I am sure that with the medications I am going to prescribe for him, and with a conscious effort to deal with the actual physical stress he's going through at work as well as at home, that things will gradually improve."

Even after we'd left the Dr's office, I wasn't all that happy about his prognosis, to think or even imagine I was actually walking around in my sleep seemed absurd. But I vowed to my wife to work on it, and do whatever was necessary to improve our home life, which included welcoming her sister with open arms the following weekend.

We had put Chris in the bedroom next to ours, which shared a connecting bathroom. To expect her to go up and down the stairs to use the second bathroom was totally unreasonable under the circumstances. And though we didn't have locks on the bathroom doors leading out to either room, the "closed door" policy came into effect after that and was recognized as someone else was using the facilities.

On Sunday as I had actually managed to get some sleep, I had rolled out of bed late in the morning, actually feeling a bit more refreshed for a change, and headed downstairs towards the delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries that the girls had made for breakfast. As I neared the kitchen area, I could hear them talking, actually discussing something about me, so I froze in mid-step so as not to alert them I was coming, and stood there listening.

"So anyway," My wife continued, "The Doctor said that if I do find him walking in his sleep, that I'm not to antagonize him in anyway, or upset him as he's apt to react negatively to me if I do. He might look like he's awake, even behave like it to some extent, but he's really asleep."

"That's pretty weird, even a little spooky," Chris responded back. "You don't think he'd try to leave the house, drive a car, or do anything like that do you?" She asked worriedly.

"No, I did ask the doctor about stuff like that, but he assured me in these cases that Steven's subconscious wouldn't allow him to do anything necessarily dangerous or anything, more his just doing things, even having conversations in his sleep as though it was really happening, even though it isn't. Stuff like that."

I'd heard enough. Back tracking a few paces, I counted to three, and then walked directly into the kitchen area for that morning cup of coffee I so desperately needed. Still consumed in their ongoing conversation, it took them both a moment to even realize I had entered, which was a bit of a nice surprise for me at least.

I was used to seeing my wife in the mornings wearing nothing but her bathrobe, which she rarely if ever tied securely in front so that a great deal of her exquisitely full breasts usually showed, but I noticed upon entering that her sister Chris was doing the same, two birds of a feather, or so it seemed, and for the briefest of moments I got a spectacular view of my sister-in-law's tits as I stepped between them grabbing the spare coffee mug they had placed out for me, along with the carafe of freshly brewed coffee.

"Morning ladies," I announced, startling them both, though it was Chris who immediately took stock of the positioning of her bathrobe and held it closed with one hand as I leaned over her to secure my mug. But not before getting a nice view down the front of her robe of course.

"Morning honey," My wife said smiling at me.

"Morning Steven," Chris joined, still holding her robe together until I had taken one of the seats across from her at the table before she nonchalantly removed her hand.

"So, did you sleep well?" My wife added. "I don't remember sensing you getting up last night," she smiled sheepishly. "But then again, I was pretty dead to the world myself."

"Have no idea," I said honestly. "I guess I could have, but I do feel like I got plenty of sleep either way." Turning to look at my sister-in-law, I added, "You hear me stumbling about last night?"

Her robe was open again, though sitting where I was, I only got a hint of that very similar looking tit-flesh peeking out through the narrow opening. "Nope, didn't hear a thing really, though I guess it's possible. Though I did hear something at one point, but assumed it was only the wind."

"As in my passing gas?" I chuckled, which seemed to ease the mood considerably, and we soon got into discussions about other things other than my sleepwalking.

Later that afternoon, out of curiosity I got onto the internet to read up on the phenomenon, only to discover that sometimes people did things in their sleep that they normally wouldn't do while awake, their inhibitions suddenly going right out the window for one, which I found interesting, having no recollection of doing whatever they had done the following day. I grinned at that, my libido suddenly going into overdrive with the recollection of seeing both my wife's tits, as well as my sister-in-law's, albeit all too briefly.

"I wonder," I said to myself, fantasizing to some extent, and wondered if I could pull off a little innocent hoax with the two of them out of curiosity, as well as a bit of self-naughtiness, especially because of the way I was feeling.

With a Monday looming ahead of me, I feigned a bit of anxiousness, even picking through my dinner, pretending not to be all that hungry, even though what I had sampled was actually delicious, and I wasn't at all irritated even though I pretended to be. If anything, I was actually excited and had to consciously conceal my semi-aroused state.

"Well, if you two don't mind, I think I'll head off to bed a little early," I announced. "Have a really big day ahead of me, with a lot to do and prepare for." I caught my wife's concerned, worried look, though she smiled sweetly, giving me an affectionate kiss, then turned and received an affectionate peck on the cheek from my sister-in-law as well.

"Sweet dreams," she added as I turned and headed somewhat glumly up the stairs, even though my mind was already working over time in the wickedly naughty thoughts I was currently entertaining. Even as I climbed into bed, I wasn't sure how far I was actually willing to take this, or how the girls might respond to it even if I did. But I did decide to test the waters just for the hell of it and see where it took me.

The most frustrating part was lying there in bed wide awake, pretending sleep especially when Kathy came into the bedroom to get something, though I fully believed she'd actually done so in order to check on me. Hearing her finally, quietly leave, I again lay there keeping an eye on the alarm clock that ticked by excruciatingly slow. By the time another hour had passed, I really was starting to feel antsy, and decided that if I was really going to do this, it was now or never. I was still trying to think up what I was going to do when the ideal circumstance presented itself. I could hear that Kathy and Chris had gone out back to the patio to have a late night cocktail and enjoy the cool evening air after a hot day.

Hearing their somewhat muted laughter and conversation, I slipped out of bed, put on my best "glossiest" looking face that I could and headed down stairs in the nude, which is how I most often slept during the summer anyway, so doing that, especially in my own home wasn't out of the norm for me to be doing. Walking outside naked as I was now planning to do was going to be interesting to say the least, and I hoped that I didn't become too obviously aroused, too soon. But more importantly, I hoped that my act would be good enough so that I wouldn't cause any suspicion.

As I walked through the kitchen area, nervously approaching the back door, I glanced down at the table and noticed the new issue of Cosmopolitan that the girls had been leafing through earlier and discussing in those conspiratorial giggles and half-glances they had tossed back and forth to one another. Feeling I needed some kind of a prop perhaps to focus my intention on, all the while ignoring, or pretending to ignore them completely, the magazine offered me the perfect pretense in doing so. I even smiled, though became "glossy-eyed" once again upon reading one of the bold contents on the front cover.

"Ten ways to get your man to please you and tease you in bed."

Picking up the magazine, I tucked it under my arm and headed outside.

"Steven? Why are you up?" Kathy questioned softly as though already assuming I was actually walking in my sleep, especially as neither of them mentioned my obvious nudity, nor did I respond, glance in their direction, or even hesitate as I made my way over to one of the deck chairs, sitting down in it, and casually opening the magazine as though I were completely alone. Even as my sister-in-law spoke, I pretended that she didn't exist and that I was obviously in a world of my own.

"Do you think..."

"That he's asleep?" My wife finished for her sister. "Don't know...but I think that maybe he is."

"Should we do or say anything to him?" Chris asked.

"Not at the moment," Kathy told her. "Let's see what he does for a moment before doing anything if we feel we have to. Chances are he'll simply wander back upstairs to bed like he's normally done without me having to do or say anything to him," she half whispered.

It was difficult not looking at them or even in their direction, though I managed to catch a quick glance now and then as I sat there absently turning the pages of the magazine. It was also hard trying not to laugh when I saw the semi-worried concerned expression on their faces as they sat in silence staring at me. Had I have screwed up, and given myself away however, I knew in no uncertain terms that the two of them would have been furious with me, so that kept any undo smiles from spreading across my face.

"Ah Kath?" Chris spoke a moment later, "Is he doing what I think he's doing?" she asked.

As I said, I was already a little excited, though nervous as well when I stepped outside, but as I sat there, I felt myself becoming turned on by my exhibionistic boldness, and the wicked dirty thoughts I'd entertained earlier in the fantasy of my own mind, now taking form as my prick enlarged, grew firm and erect, especially as I now began to absentmindedly fondle it while pretending to read through the magazine, though I didn't stay on any one page for too long as I felt that would seem unnatural for someone who was dreaming to be doing, though again, I was winging this anyway as it was, but I doubted that either of them would have wondered about it either way. The fact I was sitting there playing with myself was reason enough to keep their attention on that, and not anything else I might have been doing while asleep.

"Do you think you should try and wake him?" Chris asked once again, though I heard a faint giggle in her tone of voice when she asked. "Or would that upset him, especially if he did wake up and discover what he was doing with us here."

"Yeah, you might be right. Let's just wait this out for a little longer, see what happens, if it isn't bothering you that is, and If things start to get a little too weird or out of hand, I'll try to gently coax him back upstairs to bed." Kathy said.

"Well, it is a little weird, but it certainly doesn't bother me no, especially not under the circumstances Kath, but if you think it might wake him up to help him with that, maybe you should," she then giggled.

"To be honest, I don't know what he'd do if I did," she told her sister. "Hell, for all I know, he might think I was you or something, and then where would we be?"

"Good point, maybe we should just sit here and watch for a while then," she said, actually sitting back as though to make herself more comfortable and watch the Looney jerking himself off in the backyard.

I was a little surprised at how really aroused that I was, and not only that, but I was really getting into this silly head-game of mine, and getting quite a deliciously dirty kick out of seeing how far I could actually take it. So it was, that I even surprised myself when I felt the first tickle of my impending orgasm approach. All my inhibitions, fears, or worries flew right out the window as I suddenly stood up, allowing the magazine to topple from my hands onto the ground as though I didn't even know it existed.

"There, looks like he's getting up and going back to..." My wife never finished.

"Oh my God!" Chris chortled, trying to suppress a nervous laugh as she spoke,

Only moments after standing up, I felt the first delicious spurt of my climax skyrocket from the head of my prick, my spunk jettisoned into the cool night air as I stood there, sideways towards the two women, yanking off one delicious sensation after another, then turning towards them, but once again unseeing as I slowly walked around them and headed back inside the house.

"Oh God, I can't believe he just did that!" I heard my wife saying. "I had no idea he was about to...to..."

"Come?" Chris giggled openly now, bursting into a fit of laughter. "I'm sorry sis, I really am, but it is rather funny if you really think about it."

I didn't allow myself to hear any more, heading purposely back up the stairs now to our bedroom, my heart beating a thousand miles an hour as I did. Once again, fighting to control my breathing and nervousness as sure enough, a few moments later Kathy once again came into the bedroom, only to find me securely tucked beneath the sheets, supposedly sound asleep and somewhat my self again.

As exciting as the experience had actually been, I didn't try doing anything like that again the following night, curious as well as interested to see what if anything might be mentioned to me about it. For the most part, nothing was, at least not by my sister-in-law, though Kathy had indicated that I had come outside the previous night, and wondered if I remembered anything when doing that. I told her I didn't, looked a bit confused and concerned in asking her what I had done while asleep. She merely smiled and said that I had come outside carrying a magazine, sat down for a while with it, then went back inside. She said nothing more than that, and I simply apologized if my walking around in my sleep, while naked had offended her sister. She said that it hadn't really, and that Chris was fully understanding of the situation at the moment and let it go at that.

The following night however, I decided to take things to a different level and see what happened when I did. This time I actually did allow myself to fall asleep, certain that I would at some point actually wake up, which I often did. Except that this time, I had no intention of going back to sleep, once again, pretending to be instead.

It was a quarter of one in the morning when I did, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible. Kathy was sound asleep and never even stirred as I opened the door, leaving it open, which I never did, and walked down the hall past the shared bathroom. I stood for a moment outside the door to my sister-in-laws bedroom but heard nothing but her continued steady breathing even as I cracked the door open and peeked into the bedroom. I was fully prepared to act startled, surprised, and even shocked if I had to, dependant upon her response once she realized I was even there.

It was again a hot and humid evening. Chris lay sleeping outside the covers with nothing more on than a simple tank top, which outlined in perfect detail her mature breasts. In addition, she wore only a pair of panties that barely contained the feminine mound pressing against the silky-like material. I stood for a moment, almost leaving as nervous and afraid as I was until her soft moan made me look towards where she lay once again. In her sleep, she had allowed her hand to fall comfortably between her legs where she held it, still moaning, or perhaps even groaning in her sleep. Hearing and seeing all this made my mind up for me, and I crossed over towards the bed, slipping in behind her. Once again, I lay there expecting her to wake up, alarmed perhaps, but she was sound asleep enough, deep within her own dream perhaps to not yet realize I had joined her in bed.

I had often cuddled with my own wife during the night, finding comfort in slipping my arm beneath her, cupping her breast and merely holding it within my hand before falling asleep once again. I knew that in doing that, if Chris mentioned it to her, that Kathy would recognize my sleeping gesture and hopefully accept that innocently enough as just one more sleepwalking experience. Gingerly I wormed my hand beneath Chris, doing so slowly enough so as not to alarm her, but fully prepared to react in the event that she did.

Slipping my hand up her loose fitting tank top was easy enough, as was finding her nipples already hard and erect. Whatever the dream she was having, played right into my hands as I cupped her full breast, even giving it a gentle caressing squeeze before finding and then capturing her hard taut little nipple. I continued playing with it, enjoying the sensation of doing so, listening to her heavier breathing, ever alert to the moment she would wake up, which I feared would happen all too soon. Hard as a rock, I pressed my stiff prick against the softness of her sweet ass, feeling her squirming back against it momentarily, suddenly stopping as if finally realizing this wasn't a dream. Even her breathing seemed to stop, and I was cautious about just laying there, content to cup her breast and nothing more as the reality of the moment finally came to the surface.

"What the fuck?"

She didn't scream it, or even seem all that frightened, just startled as she pulled away, rolling away from me and switching on the bedside lamp.

"Steven?"

I didn't respond to her question except to further snuggle into the pillow and fidget momentarily with the sudden loss and closeness of her nude body.

"Steven?" she asked once again. "Are you awake?"

Once again I didn't answer, listening to the padding of her soft footsteps as she left the room, no doubt heading towards our own bedroom where I fully expected the presence of my wife any moment now. Sure enough, within moments I could hear the two of them talking as they stood in the doorway looking at me.

"So you don't even remember him getting out of bed?" Chris asked.

"Nope, no clue when he did, or how long he may have wandered around doing God knows what before coming in here. Any idea how long he was in bed with you?" Kathy asked. "Not really no, I sort of remember having a dream, a very real, very erotic dream if you really want to know, then the next thing I knew, I felt Steve's hand cupping my breast and I quickly woke up rolling away from him, then came in to get you."

"Yeah, that's what he likes to do at night," Kathy told her. "He loves holding my breast while he sleeps, so I bet he thought this was our bedroom and crawled into bed with me, which was really you."

"Do you think we should try and wake him?" Chris asked.

Kathy considered it for a moment, and then responded. "Nah, lets do this instead. You go into our room, and I'll sleep here. When Steven wakes up in the morning, I'll explain all this to him, maybe he'll remember something when I do, and we'll take it from there."

Soon after Kathy slipped into bed next to me, and I again slipped my hand beneath her, finding and cupping her breast, and promptly fell sound to sleep. In the morning, I acted surprised, confused to find myself sleeping in Chris's bedroom instead of my own, and even more so when my wife told me what had happened, and what I had obviously done to my sister-in-law. I apologized profusely to her about what had happened, telling her I didn't remember a thing. She assured me that there was no harm, no foul under the circumstances, and even laughed with me about it when admitting openly she'd been having an erotic dream for whatever reason, though she didn't go into any details about it, only going so far as to say that waking to discover that I was in bed with her, caressing her breast had been a major surprise since she'd been having an erotic dream that she'd obviously incorporated into my actually being there.

The fact that Chris hadn't freaked out had been promising. At least I felt like I had gotten away with an almost childish prank, but all that did was feed my imagination and desire to see if I could take it to yet another level. I'd been cautiously trying to figure out a way to do just that when I overheard my wife speaking to the Dr. over the phone. She told him all about the "incident" with my sleepwalking into bed with her sister. At first I was alarmed and concerned, especially really only hearing one side of the conversation. Luckily, my wife had a habit of repeating things back that she was given to understand, so that helped fill in many of the blanks.

"So for now, until the medication has a chance to work, you're saying that unless the situation has gotten completely out of hand, that we shouldn't try and wake him out of these deep, sleep-walking sleeps then, but if possible where and when we can, keep an eye on him and gently guide him, back to bed and to sleep if possible. Is that what you're saying then?"

There was a moment's pause as he spoke to her further.

"Whew, well we'll certainly try. But the other night got pretty interesting, if my sister hadn't woken up when she did, he might have actually tried having sex with her in her sleep, and the fact that she's a pretty sound sleeper herself, it might have been a while before she realized she wasn't just dreaming it."

I smiled inwardly; at least there wasn't any suspicion by either of them that I wasn't really sleepwalking. But I still had to wonder just how far things could go before either Chris or my wife decided that enough was enough. Still, it was an interesting challenge, and I wasn't about to quit at this point having the opportunity to explore this madness a bit further.

The real challenge, and perhaps the most dangerous thing I had tried to do yet came about on the following Saturday. I had honestly had a long hard day that Friday, working very late and not arriving home until nearly midnight. Too tired to even contemplate pulling any stunts, I'd actually collapsed into bed and fallen fast asleep. Ironically, I wasn't all that irritated or stressed either, so perhaps the medication, or my finally getting used to the new job was actually working. Either way, I figured I didn't have a whole lot of time left to continue on with this bizarre game of mine.

The girls had spent part of the day weeding the garden, and planting some new flowers. I busied myself puttering around outside helping them, though I was in fact feeling a bit tired and announced that I might like to take a quick nap before dinner after the late night before, and the busy day we'd all had. Heading off to bed soon after, I nearly did fall asleep when the sound of someone going into the bathroom and starting the shower alerted me.

I waited for a few more minutes, then dawned my "zoned" look, and headed off into the bathroom. Once I had entered, a quick glance towards the glass shower stall informed me that it was indeed Chris who was inside taking a shower. With her hair beneath the water as she washed it, she wasn't even aware of my presence, so I took that time and opportunity to admire her still supple looking body. Her breasts were indeed very similar to my wife's though her nipples were a bit larger, and slightly darker perhaps. And unlike my wife who maintained a well-trimmed pussy, Chris had completely shaved hers, and I got a pretty good look at the sexy little split that stood out between her legs as she leaned back rinsing the soap out of her hair. I knew as she did this, that I needed to go into my act again, and pretend like I wasn't even aware of her presence. I then stood in front of the sink, keeping a side view of her in the mirror, and began applying shaving cream to my face, which I did as a normal routine before going off to work in the morning. Moments later Chris did indeed catch my movements, startled as she spoke out.

"Steven? It's me Chris, not Kathy," she said as though I had not realized who it really was taking a shower. I failed to answer her however, and continued on with my "morning" routine. "Are you asleep?" she asked once again, now sliding the door open a bit as she poked her head out towards me. "Steven?"

I continued on, ignoring her completely, and actually heard her laugh albeit a bit nervously, and then begin talking to herself as I stood there shaving my face.

"Damnedest thing I've ever heard or seen before," she said to herself. "He honestly has no clue I'm even here!"

I almost smiled, but made a face instead as I actually nicked myself with the razor. Figuring that I was obviously harmless, and certainly unaware of her, Chris continued on with her shower though she did cast periodic glances in my direction, wondering perhaps if I would suddenly wake up or something and realize where I was. She again laughed, a little less nervously so this time.

"Wait until Kathy hears about this one," she said. "I wonder if I should try and wake him, or just let him go about his business, though she did say we should try if at all possible to just keep an eye on him without trying to actually wake him if we could."

I turned at that point and stood momentarily frozen in place. Chris too froze where she stood in the shower, trying to determine what if anything I was up to next. Since there was only room enough for one person to enter or exit the shower stall door, I quickly moved towards it, stepping inside the shower in front of her, effectively blocking her from being able to retreat.

"Steven?" she said in surprise as I entered.

"Hi honey, it's been a while since we've taken a shower together," I said in a familiar tone of voice. "But I'm already late for work, so if you wouldn't mind, would you mind washing my back for me while I wash my hair?"

I didn't bother waiting for an answer, turning with my back towards her as I poured some shampoo into my hands and then applied that to my hair. Once again my heart was going a thousand miles an hour here. Before now, I had never spoken a word to either of them, though I had read that sometimes people who walked in their sleep actually carried on semi-intelligent conversations without ever being able to remember that they had. Which oft times surprised those who didn't realize they were still really asleep.

It was several long moments before I actually felt Chris's hands on my back as she began to lather me up. I had begun to wonder if I'd gone too far, raised suspicion or what, but the moment she touched me, I felt like she was still unsure enough, and not wanting to freak me out by making a scene, had decided to go along with the sleep-walking mistake.

"Thanks babe, I owe you one," I said as I began rinsing my hair.

"You're telling me," came the reply, though she spoke it mostly to herself when she did.

Having heard her say that, I used it as a chance to return the favor instead. "You're right honey, turn about's fair play. I stood holding the bar of soap and made a motion with my finger for her to twirl around with her back towards me. She hesitated only for a moment, perhaps deciding that it was better for her to stand with her back towards me, than her front. And the obvious confusion I saw in her face as she did told me that it was for her the lesser of two evils perhaps. She stood, as I washed her back, flinching slightly as I allowed my hands to reach down and run the bar of soap over and between her buttocks as well. But I didn't stand there and caress them as I was sorely tempted to do, but merely washed her as she might have done herself. I felt her relax slightly, though she was obviously bewildered and no doubt wondering what she should do if anything, which is when I then reached around in front of her with a pair of soapy hands and began washing her breasts from behind.

"You always did enjoy this," I said nuzzling her neck. "Sure wish I had more time to do more before work," I added.

"Ah yes, yes, you're going to be late enough as it is," she told me with an edge of real confusion in her tone of voice, along with a bit of excitement too however as my fingers found the hard nubbins of her pert nipples which I now rolled gently back and forth between my finger tips. Hard as a rock, I allowed myself to press it against her backside, nestled comfortably between the cheeks of her ass.

"Hmm, feel how hard I am for you honey?" I said sliding it against her. "Don't you wish we were fucking right now?" I half whispered against her neck as I kissed her there. She actually moaned, then caught herself.

"You're going to be late, remember?" she offered with the hopefulness that I would accept that and break off the intimate little encounter we were suddenly having.

"Yes, you're right, and I promise to make it up to you later on this evening after I get home,"

"That sounds like a plan," she said expecting me to perhaps hurry up and leave now or something. But it wasn't what I had intended at all.

"Oh yes, and I will too!" I assured her. "But please baby, at least give me some release now, I promise...it won't take all that long."

"What?"

"Use the soap, that's nice and slippery, I'll be cumming in two shakes of your hand."

"Steven?" she asked once again, perhaps a little frightened now, and I actually worried I had gone too far with this and was furiously trying to think of a way to sooth the situation over before she panicked.

"You promise, it won't take that long?" she asked.

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. "I promise," I said truthfully. "And when I get home tonight, I'll make it up to you too."

She almost laughed, "That could be interesting," she mused once again more to herself than to me, but by then, I felt the softness of her slippery hand as it encompassed the firmness of my hard cock as she began jerking me off there in the shower.

"I wonder if you'll wake up when you cum," she said, but I chose to ignore that, pretending not to have heard, or at the very least understood her question, moaning pleasurably instead as she increased the manipulations of my prick, jerking it up and down, though I also noticed that she stared at it while doing so with a curiously pleasured expression on her face as she did.

Moments later I did indeed have a nice satisfying little orgasm, watching my spunk spurt deliciously from the head of my prick as Chris's hand continued milking me, even squeezing the head of my dick momentarily until the last precious drop had oozed from the tip of my penis.

Once again I thanked her, giving her breast an affectionate little squeeze and a promise of things to come, then made some comment about really being late now, and the need to head off back to the bedroom to get ready. I noticed the look on her face as I slid past her, her brows were furrowed for a moment, then she grabbed a fresh towel and slid past me out the door, no doubt heading off to tell my wife what had just happened. I had already figured that she would, and also figured that my best bet was to continue on with the Charade, act surprised, even shocked, and certainly once again very apologetic once I was awake and confronted with what had happened, though I also wondered if Chris would leave certain parts out, and tell Kathy only about the showering part. I guess I would soon find out, and play it either way once I did.

I went into the bedroom, standing near the vent in the floor. I couldn't make out their exact words, but by the sound of their conversation down in the kitchen below, it sounded rather animated and I fully expected a visit at any moment from my wife. I was surprised when it didn't come, as I lay there for a good long while, feigning sleep. Glancing at the clock, it was well past the time we had all planned for dinner, and I became slightly alarmed. For starters, no one had come upstairs to check on me, and for another, I couldn't hear a word being spoken, or any movement at all coming from downstairs in the kitchen area. Now it was my turn to be a little spooked, wondering if perhaps my wife was now on the verge of having me committed.

It was at that moment that I decided my sleepwalking days had come to an end. I had had my fun in a way, but the last thing I really wanted to do was upset or worry anyone. From here on out, it would be perfectly normal sleeping habits, and hopefully, I really wouldn't sleep walk any more for real either.

I took a few more moments to collect myself, got dressed, and headed downstairs in search of my wife and sister-in-law. I found them, but what I found threw me for a loop, and for a moment I thought I had entered the Twilight Zone, or something out of a Steven King movie. Chris and Kathy sat across from the table looking at one another with zombie-like expressions on their faces, but it wasn't even that which alerted me to the fact that something wasn't right here, it was the fact they were both entirely nude as they sat there just looking at one another without speaking, and without acknowledging me when I entered.

"Kathy? Chris?"

Neither moved, neither spoke, neither of them even looked my way.

"Ok guys, what's going on here...really."

Still nothing.

I stood, perplexed, confused....worried as I glanced at their nudity, wondering why they were in the first place. I mean Chris might have made a little sense to me, since she'd left the bathroom with nothing but her towel on in the first place. But why Kathy?

"Ok, so are either of you going to tell me what's really going on? Or do I have to stand here until you do?"

Finally, Kathy lost it, and burst out laughing, which was a little unnerving, but at least a relief after a sense. She could have exploded on me instead after what had happened. I was prepared to once again pretend stupidity, but Kathy nipped that one in the bud almost immediately.

"You can drop the act now," she said simply, a bit more seriously.

I almost made the mistake of pretending that I didn't understand what she meant by that, but then realized almost immediately that I must have done something to give myself away, so I asked.

"Where'd I screw up?" I admitted sheepishly, which is when Chris finally spoke with a not quite angry expression on her face, though again giving me a reprieve when she actually smiled a moment after that.

"I think it was when you said, "Thank you Chris, that felt really, really good."

"Fuck," I said chastising myself. Obviously I had called her by name, which is when I caught the furrowed brow look from her just before she left the bathroom. "You two have every right in the world to be angry with me," I said truthfully, now expecting the worst, though I still had to wonder why if they were mad at me, they were sitting here in the nude, especially Chris who suddenly didn't seem so shy about letting me see her, and my wife, who if she was angry with me, seriously angry with me, would no more let me see her naked for a week, or even an entire month, except now.

"Well at first, I actually was a little angry with you, that you would think you could actually pull this off and get away with it, but then thankfully, Chris here reminded me how better things really have been at home lately, and that in a weirdly strange way, you've been a lot nicer and much more affectionate in being around. So even though you were being a bit of a naughty little boy here with your shenanigans, it really was pretty funny when we both thought about it."

"Which is why we thought we'd greet you like a couple of naked zombies when you came downstairs. We both knew that would throw you off for one thing, and pay you back a little for the shit you tried pulling on us."

"Which is not to say, that your ass is still out of the fire yet," Kathy added with an agreed nod of the head from her sister.

"Yeah, you still have some punishment coming because of it," she added, making it obvious to me that this is something they'd long been discussing.

"Can't argue with you about that," I said simply.

"You'd better not, or I really will make you go without for thirty days," Kathy warned me.

I knew she'd invoke the thirty-day threat on me at some point, so wasn't surprised, though I was still concerned with what it was they had planned for me by way of punishment.

"So, what is it you want me to do? Dishes? Laundry? Housecleaning? What?" I asked as the two of them sat staring at me, then at one another knowingly.

"Nope," Kathy began. "From this minute on, all through tomorrow, and then beginning bright and early again next Saturday morning through the weekend, you will do whatever it is we want you to do for us."

"So you do want me to be your personal slave then," I interrupted.

"Not house slave no...sex slave yes."

"Sex,,,slave?" I stammered. "Both of you?"

"Yep, and that means you do want we want you to do for as long as we want it, as often as we want it, and whatever it is that we want. Understood?"

"Both of you?" I asked again, dumbfounded.

"Yes, both of us," Kathy stated without any doubt. "Chris has gone through a pretty rough time herself here," she continued. "It's been a while since she's even had a really nice orgasm, and the last thing she wants to do right now is get involved with any one else until her divorce is actually settled. But it doesn't mean she couldn't use a little necessary relief once in a while in the meantime."

"And you're ok with this?" I had to ask, which caused both of them to burst out laughing.

"Oh honey, one thing I never told you, as there really never was a reason to before now, though after Chris moved in with us, I was planning on bringing the subject up until you started doing this sleep-walking thing of yours, which really worried me..."

"Which was?"

"Ever since we were little girls growing up together, mom taught us to always share our toys with one another, and never, ever be stingy with them especially if it made the other one of us feel better by sharing them."

Once again, I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"And since..."

"And since, you're one of my favorite play-things, and have one of my favorite toys between your legs, and after I had mentioned to Chris I was more than willing to share that with her provided she was ok with it, and you were...then I was going to tell you about it, that is...until you pulled this Zombie sleep-walking act on us instead.

"Fuck me," I said chastising myself.

"Well, not yet...but in a few here maybe," Kathy once again smiled, reminding me. "But don't ever pull anything like this on either one of us again either!" she said seriously.

"No way in hell," I assured her, surprised that this was something the two of them had actually discussed and come to an agreement on. "So...when do we start?"

"Why don't we get dinner out of the way to begin with," Kathy told me.

"Sounds good!" I said, turning, thinking to myself that this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

"Where are you going?" Chris stopped me.

"I was ah....ah..."

"Going to get naked?" She finished.

"Well yeah, that too," I said once again feeling a little confused. "After dinner?"

"No...I said we'd start with dinner," Kathy told me.

"I thought I wasn't going to be a house slave," I reminded her.

"You're not. While we sit here cutting up the vegetables for the salad, you're going to be busy pleasuring us beneath the table."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she added grinning at me, and then reached down beside her where only then did I notice the brown paper bag sitting on the floor from the local pet store just down the street. "Oh, and you need to wear this, and only this," she told me, and then handed me a leash and a collar.

"You want me to wear this? Really?"

Neither one spoke, just glaring at me. Almost immediately I undressed and put the new collar and leash on.

"Now then, whoever is holding the leash, then that's who you will obey and do whatever it is they want you to do, understood?"

I merely nodded my head, after all, I had it coming anyway.

"And after dinner, if you're good...maybe we'll even take you outside for a walk."

I looked at her.

"At least this time...you'll be awake. Wide...awake." She said grinning at me.​