Mandy and Danny
I was in bed, shivering slightly in the cold night. It had been a very warm day, but tonight was unseasonably cold. Probably only about 40-45 degrees outside, and not too much warmer inside. In theory I could turn the heat up, but my mom and twelve-year-old brother, Matty, were out of town with one of Matty's swim meets, and the thermostat had a security code on it and I couldn't turn it up, despite the cold. I was thirteen. I shouldn't have to put up with this shit. I got tired of trying to stay warm and thought of a different idea. I pulled on a pair of panties and a t-shirt (I normally slept nude), and walked down the hall to the bedroom of my fourteen-year-old brother, Danny, and I knocked on the door. I heard his still boyish voice come from the other side of the door: “Yeah?” “Can I come in?” He grunted what I took as an affirmative. I opened his door and crept inside. In the faint light from the window, I could see Danny covered almost completely by his blankets. “Cold?” I asked. “What do you think?” I grinned a little while shivering still. “Well, look… I can't sleep;
I'm freezing my ass off. Can I… well, can I sleep with you so that we can both stay warm?” He seemed to shrug and go: “Uh…sure.”
“Good. Move over.” Danny scooted over and I pulled back his blankets, joining him under them. At first it still felt cold, but after only a couple minutes I warmed up and was soon feeling nice and toasty. “Oh, this is much better, Danny… thank you.”
“You're welcome, Mandy,” he said, sounding a little sleepy.
I laid on my back, my brother facing the wall of his bedroom, and eventually drifted off to a nice warm sleep… And then I woke up. I didn't know why, but I was awake. I lay there, totally motionless, wondering what had woken me up when I suddenly became aware of my brother's hand moving along my arm. I wondered why he was doing this and couldn't figure out how I should handle it. I mean, it didn't feel bad having him touching my arm. It wasn't any really big deal. Perhaps he was sleeping and just doing so in his sleep? That was cool, I guessed. No big deal. Just as I started to doze off I felt my brother's hand move again and heard him whisper softly, “Mandy? Mandy, are you awake?” I said nothing, just continued to act asleep. Very slowly, Danny moved his hand off my arm and down to my stomach. He moved his fingers gently up from there until they brushed against the underside of one of my breasts. He shifted his weight a little and slowly traced his fingers up until his hand was completely cupping my breast. I wanted to stop him, but frankly it did feel good, and he was certainly keeping me warm, so I suppose I didn't have too much to complain about. Besides, it was kind of sweet in its own way. I laid there in this half-asleep state, wondering what else Danny had in mind to do. It wasn't too terribly long before I found out, as he removed his hand from my breast and whispered, once more, “Mandy? Mandy, wake up.” I remained motionless. Danny shifted around a little behind me and this time I felt his fingers stray down to my panties. My pulse jumped into high gear at this point. I'd had some experience with boys, but it was mostly limited to making out and one of them feeling my breasts, just like Danny had done. None had ever put their hands anywhere near my panties, despite what they might've wanted. Danny first moved his hands along my stomach and then along the waistband of my panties. I wondered if he was going to try to slip it inside, but apparently not. All he did was put his fingers along the surface from the waistband and down slightly to the top of my pubic hair. It wasn't much, but it felt pretty nice.
My brother moved his hand off my panties and I felt him shifting around behind me. It took a moment to figure out what he was doing, but once I puzzled it out, it was pretty clear he was masturbating.
I wondered what to do next, he moved his hand back onto my panties.
“Mandy?” he whispered once more, his voice on edge. Danny was breathing pretty hard at this point. It was apparent that he was quite excited by what he was doing. I could hardly blame him, since I was pretty excited myself.
Danny then slipped a couple fingers into the waistband of my panties. I found myself trying not to hold my breath as he moved them down until they encountered my pubic hair. He traced his fingertips around in the tangle, and then moved down a little more until his fingers brushed against my clitoris…my brother's fingers drifted lower, until the tip of one finger was pressing right against my vagina. He pushed slightly and I felt his finger slide in a little as he breathed out, whispering, “Oh, wow…” Yeah: wow. I mean, yeah, this was my brother, but it was turning me on. I felt my brother's bed shaking a little, and his finger trembling as it pushed a little more into my vagina, past about the first knuckle or so. Then Danny let out a little moan and stiffened up next to me. He was cumming. When Danny was done with his orgasm he pulled his finger out of me. He moved around a little and, after a bit, started breathing like he was sleep. Once I was sure he was sleeping, I got out of his bed, went to the bathroom, masturbated to a quick orgasm of my own, and then went back to go to sleep. 2.
By the time I woke up the next morning, Danny was already out of bed and downstairs. I laid there in his bed, wondering how much of what had happened last night had been real and how much had just been a very vivid dream. It certainly felt like it had been real, but how was I to know for sure? I guessed there wasn't any real way, unless I talked with Danny about it, and he'd lie like a dog if it were true.
When I finally got myself together, and put on some clothes, I went down to where Danny was sitting in the living room watching TV. I came up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you!”
“For what?” he said. Sly, I said: “Letting me sleep in your bed.” “Oh! Sure, you're welcome.” Nothing registered on his face: guilt, desire, nothing…had he been asleep? An idea entered my head the way his finger had entered my vagina. “If it's really cold tonight, can I do it again?” I asked. “Sure, if you want to.”
“I do.” “Okay.” Danny and I went about the rest of our days separately. We got a call from our mom late in the night who told us that Matty had made it into the semi-finals in his swim meet. We were all pretty happy about that, so I made a special dinner, homemade pizza, for my brother and me before we got ready for bed.
3. When night rolled around, I was secretly pleased at how cold it was. I told Danny I planned to sleep with him tonight, and he said that was fine. So I went to my bedroom, changed into just a t-shirt and, this time, a pair of loose fitting boxers (to make it easier for his fingers, of course), before I went and joined him in his bed. “Welcome back, Mandy,” Danny said as I got into bed with him. “Thank you,” I said with a giggle. Then I leaned over and hugged him, feeling his bare chest against me. “I hate freezing.”
He seemed a bit nervous. “Me, too. It's a lot warmer with you in here.” My head was tilted away from my brother and pretended to be sleeping. It actually didn't take too long before I started to drift slowly off, but as I felt Danny begin moving next to me I woke entirely up, wondering what he had in mind this time. “Mandy?” he whispered again. I wondered what he'd do if I responded. “Mandy, are you awake?” Upon my saying nothing, my brother obviously felt things were ok to go. He placed his hand at the base of my t-shirt and then slipped it slowly up inside. This was new, but it didn't bother me in the least, and it especially didn't bother me when Danny moved his hand up until it was cupping my breast, my hard nipple against the palm of his hand. Danny whispered something under his breath, but I didn't catch what it was. Obviously he was pretty happy to have his hand on me. He pulled his hand back after a minute or two, though, but then he pulled my shirt up enough to expose both my breasts. It moved me around considerably, and if I hadn't been awake already, this would've woken me up.
“Wow,” he whispered as he looked at my exposed breasts. I felt him shaking a little next to me and knew that he was masturbating again. Then he placed a hand over one of my nipples again, moving it around just a little. It felt nice, that was certain.
Danny did something I really didn't expect. He leaned down and I felt his lips against my nipple. I'd just had time to notice that when I felt him starting to suck gently, which really started to get me horny. It was all that I could do to keep from twitching as the pleasure flooded through my body. Just as I was getting into it, Danny pulled his mouth off me and pulled my t-shirt back down. He started shaking a little more, which reminded me of what else he was doing on his bed. I tried to picture what it looked like when Danny masturbated. I felt Danny moving again as his hand came to rest above my panties. Moments later he slipped his fingers under the waistband, probably very