Barely Legal Sleepover Gone Wild

It was the weekend after high school graduation, and my little sister’s best friend Chloe was turning 18. Chloe had been crashing at our house for sleepovers since we were kids, but this time felt different. She’d blossomed into this stunning petite brunette with big hazel eyes, a mischievous smile, and a tight little body that her pajamas could barely contain, perky B-cup tits, a round bubble butt, and legs that went on forever. My parents were out of town, leaving me in charge. My sister Mia bailed last minute for a camping trip with her boyfriend, so it was just Chloe and me.

Chloe showed up Friday evening in tiny pink shorts and a white tank top, no bra, nipples poking through. She hugged me tight, her body pressing against mine longer than usual.

“Thanks for letting me still crash, Ethan,” she said, batting her lashes. “Mia ditched me, but I didn’t want to cancel my birthday sleepover tradition.”

“No problem,” I replied, trying not to stare. “We’ll make it fun. Pizza, movies, the usual.”

We ordered pepperoni, popped some sodas (I snuck a couple beers for myself), and settled on the couch for a horror marathon. Chloe picked scary ones on purpose, curling up against me every time something jumped out.

“Protect me, big brother,” she teased, giggling as she buried her face in my chest.

By the third movie, she was practically in my lap, her ass grinding subtly whenever she “got scared.” The room was dark except for the TV glow, and I was rock-hard under the blanket we shared.

“You okay down there?” she whispered during a quiet scene, her hand “accidentally” brushing my bulge.

I froze. “Chloe…”

She looked up, biting her lip. “I’m 18 now, Ethan. And I’ve had a crush on you forever. Mia doesn’t have to know.”

Before I could respond, she kissed me, soft at first, then hungry. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, tasting like cherry lip gloss. My hands found her waist, pulling her fully onto my lap.

“Fuck, Chloe,” I groaned as she ground against me. “We shouldn’t…”

“But we want to,” she whispered, tugging my shirt off. 

We made out like teenagers, frantic, messy. She peeled off her tank top, revealing perfect pink nipples. I sucked one into my mouth, flicking with my tongue while pinching the other. She moaned softly, arching her back.

“That feels so good,” she breathed. “Keep going.”

Her hand slipped into my sweats, wrapping around my cock, thick enough that her small fingers barely met.

“Holy shit, you’re big,” she gasped, stroking slowly. “I want to taste it.”

She slid to the floor between my legs, pulling my pants down. My cock sprang free, and she licked her lips before taking the head into her warm mouth. She bobbed slowly at first, eyes locked on mine, then deeper, gagging slightly when she hit her limit.

“Like that?” she mumbled around me.

“Fuck yes, baby. Suck it deeper.”

She tried, saliva dripping down my shaft as she worked half my length. I threaded fingers through her hair, guiding gently. After a few minutes, I pulled her up.

“My turn.”

I laid her on the couch, peeling off her shorts and panties. She was shaved bare, pussy already glistening. I spread her legs, diving in, long licks from bottom to top, circling her clit.

“Oh god, Ethan!” she cried, hips bucking. “Right there, don’t stop!”

She tasted sweet, like candy. I slipped a finger inside her tight heat, then two, curling to hit her G-spot while sucking her clit. She came fast, thighs clamping my head, moaning my name.

“I need you inside me,” she panted. “Now.”

We moved to my bedroom, a bigger bed, and more privacy. She pushed me onto my back, straddling me.

“Condom?” I asked.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, positioning herself over my cock. “And I want to feel all of you.”

She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her tight pussy stretching around me.

“You’re so big,” she whimpered. “It hurts a little… but don’t stop.”

Fully seated, she started riding, slow bounces turning faster. Her tits jiggled, hair swinging. I grabbed her ass, guiding her.

“Ride me baby. Ride that dick.”

She did, slamming down, grinding her clit against me. The bed creaked under us.

“I’m gonna cum again,” she gasped.

“Do it, baby. Cum on my cock.”

She shattered, pussy clenching, juices soaking me. I flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over my shoulders for deeper access.

“My turn to fuck you properly.”

I pounded hard, wet slaps filling the room. She clawed my back.

“Yes! Deeper, fuck me like you’ve wanted to for years!”

I had. Watching her grow up, those sleepovers where she’d prance around in tiny outfits… now she was mine.

We switched to doggy, she got on all fours, ass up. I slid in from behind, gripping her hips.

“This ass is perfect,” I groaned, spanking lightly.

“Harder!” she begged.

I slapped again, watching it jiggle, then thrust deep. She reached under to rub her clit.

I railed her, balls slapping her clit with each stroke. She screamed into the pillow, third orgasm ripping through her.

“Where do you want it?” I panted, close.

“On my face,” she said, turning quickly.

She knelt in front of me, mouth open, tongue out. I stroked fast, exploding across her cheeks, lips, and tongue. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, smiling up at me.

“That was the best birthday ever,” she laughed, wiping her face.

We showered together, playful, soapy, leading to round two against the tiles. She braced against the wall as I took her from behind again, water cascading over us.

“Again?” she teased.

“Sleepover’s not over,” I replied, thrusting slow.

We finally collapsed in my bed, naked and tangled.

“Think Mia will kill us?” she whispered.

“Worth it,” I said, kissing her forehead.

The next morning, we woke to texts from Mia, trip extended. Chloe grinned.

“Round three before breakfast?”

That sleepover turned into the whole weekend, kitchen counter quickies, living room blowjobs, slow missionary in her old sleeping bag for nostalgia. By Sunday night, we were sore, satisfied, and secretly planning more.