The crash of thunder jolted me awake, my heart pounding in my chest. I groggily glanced at the clock on my nightstand - 2:34 AM. Damn, I thought, another stormy night. I threw off the covers and padded over to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal the torrential downpour outside. The rain was coming down in sheets, illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning.
As I went to close the window, a sudden scream pierced the air, sending a shiver down my spine. It was coming from my little sister's bedroom. I rushed out of my room and into hers, my heart racing.
"Lexi, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. I found her huddled under her blankets, her eyes wide with fear.
"I had a bad dream," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed. I couldn't bear to see her so scared. I led her to my room and tucked her in next to me, her small body shivering against mine.
As we lay there, I couldn't help but notice the way she was pressed up against me. Her head was resting on my chest, and I could feel her breath against my skin. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust my position, but she only snuggled closer.
The friction was driving me crazy. I couldn't help but feel aroused, despite the situation. I tried to ignore it, but it was no use. Before I knew it, I was coming hard, soaking both of us.
Lexi sat up abruptly, her eyes wide with shock and disgust. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat. "You're a pervert!"
I felt a pang of guilt, but also a spark of arousal. I had never experienced anything like this before. I apologized profusely, but she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
I lay there, feeling confused and guilty, but also still aroused. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. Should I talk to her about it in the morning? Or should I just let it go?
I decided to wait and see if she brought it up. I cleaned myself up as best I could and tried to go back to sleep, but my mind was racing. I couldn't stop thinking about the feel of her body against mine, the way she had looked at me with shock and disgust.
Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, still feeling the aftershocks of my unexpected orgasm. As I slept, I couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring.
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