I would do this until he was groaning and moving in his sleep, turning so he was fully on his back with his legs open. I would get down onto the bed being careful not to disturb him and trace the tip of one of my fingers up and over the ridge I could tell was his helmet, watching as his cock bulged inside his pants, reacting to my touch. He always seemed to have a boner as he slept. He usually had a hand in the front of them and I would gently lift his hand away from his crotch so I could see the outline of his boner. I’d slowly stroke his face lightly with a finger, he looked so cute when he slept that I would have to start to run my fingers down his chest and pull back the blanket so I could see him in his boxers. He was a few years younger than me and if I was ever babysitting or knew that my Mum and Dad were fast asleep I would creep in and stand over him.
I used to love sneaking into my little brother’s room at night when he was sleeping. I never knew what the word ‘incest’ meant when I was younger.
