Stacy Couldn't Sleep

Stacy laid in her bed staring at the blinking numbers on her alarm clock. According to the clock it was 1:42 in the morning, but Stacy knew that it was wrong. The power must have gone out for a bit while she was asleep because it was actually closer to 4 a.m. according to her wrist watch. Stacy sighed as she closed her eyes to try to force herself to sleep.It wasn"t working. The ceiling fan was suddenly whirring too loudly, the room was too stuffy, and her mom"s cat Whitney seemed to be smothering Stacy"s legs where he was laying. Images of the dream that woke her up kept creeping up in her head. All she wanted to do was go back to that dream, but she knew it was wrong. So very wrong. But the passion!There was no choice, but to give up on sleep for right now. If she laid there any longer she would go out of her mind! Stacy tossed her covers aside and dragged herself out of bed with the kitchen in mind. Maybe some tea would do the trick. She looked at her robe hanging on the wicker chair in the corner and discarded the thought of putting it on. No one would be up at this hour anyway. Besides, it"s not like she was naked, she had her favorite rag tag night gown on. So what if you could virtually see everything underneath... everyone was sleeping...On the way downstairs Stacy regretted, not for the first time, the decision to stay home and go to the community college instead of to istanbul travesti a University like her friends. But how could she leave her family while they were struggling like this. Her mom was on SS benefits for a back injury some years ago and her father had just had a mild heart attack a few months ago. It was her duty to stay and get a job to help out financially, right? Stacy found herself wishing, also not for the first time, that her younger brother, Ricky, had seen things like that too. He wasn"t quite 13 months younger than her, but he seemed to be having a lot more trouble with responsibility.In a lot of ways Stacy envied Ricky"s care free ways. He always did what he wanted to do and never felt guilty about it. He was never ashamed to be who he was or shy about saying what he wanted. Ricky was a lady"s man. He may have only been fresh out of high school, but if he went a day without shaving he could get into any bar in town without being carded. He always seemed to attract the same kind of women. Trashy. Stacy always wondered what he saw in those girls. It was obvious what the girls saw in him, but why did he always pick the whores?It only took a few minutes to make the tea, and just as Stacy was about to head back upstairs to her bedroom she heard the kitchen door open. She panicked for a second before she realized that it was just the istanbul travestileri very brother that she had been thinking about. Of course, when was she not thinking about him these days? She couldn't even escape him in her dreams!"Shit!" She exclaimed almost too loudly, "You scared the hell outta me. What the hell are you doing coming home at four in the damn morning?"Ricky scoffed, "What, are you the curfew police now?" he replied sarcastically before taking the stairs two at a time until he reached the top. Something about his voice wasn't right. The tone was just a little off.Stacy put down her cup of tea before quietly following her brother to his room. The door was closed by the time she got there, so she knocked lightly. She knocked a second time when there was no answer, and tried to just walk in when there was still no answer. The door was locked, so she went to her bedroom, where she could access Ricky's room through the Jack and Jill bathroom. If he had locked her door then she could just use a small screw driver to unlock it. There was no need. The door wasn't locked."Ricky?" Stacy called."Go away!" Ricky replied.Stacy stepped in the bathroom, where she found her brother sitting in the otherwise empty tub fully clothed. Ever since he was a kid he would sit in the bathtub when he was upset."Okay, whose ass do I have to kick to turn travesti istanbul this around?" Stacy asked hoping a light joke would make her brother crack."Look, Stace, I can"t tell you what happened so you should just quit now, okay?""No, not okay," Stacy replied seriously, "You"re my little brother and I"m sworn to protect you. If it's one of those bar sluts you like to whore around with let me know, I"m all over it like a grain of rice in a glass of milk on a paper plate in a snow storm."Ricky chuckled and loosened up a bit. "Come on outta there." Stacy chided, "You can tell me what happened in the comforts of my room. My bed is a lot more desirable than this hard ass toilet seat."Ricky let his sister lead him into her bedroom. Flashes of Stacy"s dream came back to her at the touch of her brother"s hand in hers and suddenly she was all too aware that she barely had anything on. New images that weren't from her dream flashed in her head as she walked toward her bed. Images of her brothers hands gliding smoothly across her stomach and cupping her modest, but soft breasts. A familiar shock hit Stacy between her thighs and she knew that it wouldn't take much, if anything, to make her more than ready for some action.She climbed into her bed and back under the safety of her covers. Ricky sat in the wicker chair that had been housing Stacy"s robe up until a few seconds beforehand. Not quite satisfied with her position, but knowing it was the best she was going to get Stacy spoke, "Okay, Romeo, what"s the story? What"s got you, of all people, down?"A guilty look crossed Ricky"s face, but he never looked away, "God, I can"t believe I"m about to tell my sister this, but here goes.