The Sleeping Powder Symphony

I'd had an obsession with my sister's friend Isabelle ever since Isabelle's family moved into our neighborhood. There were very few girls my sister's age that lived near us so my sister naturally gravitated towards Isabelle. Since Isabelle was new and had no friends, the two of them became instant pals. My sister was a year older than her since both my sister and I had started school a year late. I was the same age as Isabelle but a grade lower and the grade difference always made her seem older than me.

Both of Isabelle's parents worked long hours to afford the new house they'd purchased near us and so Isabelle spent a great deal of time at our house. I can remember many nights of listening to her and my sister giggling in my sister's room over the latest boy that one of them had a crush on or that they suspected had a crush on one of them.

I myself was a short, skinny little nerd who was surely never the subject of any "crush talk" among any girls. And being as shy as I was, couldn't bring myself to express my infatuation with Isabelle. She was always nice to me but it was always in a basic "friend's brother" sort of way. So instead, for the next few years I sat by and watched boyfriends of my sister and Isabelle come and go and I had to content myself with only the dream of merely being so lucky as to hold Isabelle's hand for a brief moment.

Incidentally, Isabelle's family moved to our neighborhood right around the time I was entering puberty. What grabbed my attention about Isabelle was her features. Unlike most of the other girls I had seen up to this point in my life, who tended to be either cookie-cutter fair skinned blondes or brunettes, Isabelle was a light-caramel complexion Latin girl. Her beautiful dark brown, almost black hair framed a cute face containing the prettiest brown eyes I had ever seen. She had a slim but athletic frame and was an inch or two taller than my sister and a few inches taller than me. From her hips sprouted long, slim legs and higher up on her body were two seemingly flawless breasts slightly larger than oranges that I'd spend a growing amount of time jerking off to.

The next few years went by and I would lay in my bed listening to Isabelle's voice as she and my sister talked back and forth about their innocent, schoolgirl "sex" lives. Although they were 18 and 19 and finishing their final year of high school, neither had "gone all the way". The most that either had done was to allow a guy to feel them up. My cock would become instantly hard as I'd hear Isabelle describe an encounter of yet another guy who had been fortunate enough to put his hands on her tits over her clothes during a makeout session.

I constantly tried to match up my timing on Isabelle's showers whenever she took one at our house and I'd try to set myself up so that I'd be on my way in or out of my room as she went up the hall away from me. She'd come out and turn up the hall with her hair draped down over one of her shoulders and I'd pause and let my eyes wonder over her glistening upper back, down to her towel-covered ass, and down her pretty calves. I desperately wanted to see what her cleavage might look like with beads of water spread across it, but I dared not have Isabelle catch me eyeing her as she came from the shower.

Weekends were my favorite time of the week because if neither my sister or Isabelle had a date, they usually stayed at the house and watch movies. This gave me an opportunity to secretly gaze at Isabelle in one of her long nightshirts for an extended period of time. She and my sister would sit over on the couch in front of the TV and I'd take up a seat in the chair off to the side and scoot it back a couple inches so that with my head angled just right, I could quickly shift my eyes from the TV and over to glance at Isabelle's beautiful tits. Often times, judging from the light visibility of her nipples, she wasn't wearing a bra. I'd spend the entire movie trying to shift my hardened cock around in my pants knowing that only the thin material of her nightshirt separated me from seeing her wonderful globes.

When I wasn't ogling her nipples, I was letting my eyes drift over her bronze legs as they extended down from her nightshirt. On some lucky occasions I would even be able to steal peeks at her panty covered pussy whenever she and my sister had a huge laughing spell over a movie scene and would bounce into each other and kick their legs wildly. Between movies I'd race to my room and jack my cock with images of Isabelle's glorious body still fresh in my head. Cum would spill from my cock onto the carpet as I imagined myself spilling it all over Isabelle's chest.

As fate would have it, one day after gym class I overheard a conversation in the locker room between two guys. They were discussing some sort of drug that one of them had bought off the internet that he had tried out on a girl recently.

"Dude, I just sprinkled a little bit into a drink and after an hour it was on" he grinned.

"How long did it take?" the other asked.

"About an hour. After I was sure she was asleep I carried her up to my room and we got it on!" he said while slapping hands with his buddy.

I found my cock straining in my gym shorts and grabbed my nearby shirt to cover my lap as he went on to talk about how soft her tits felt against his face, how sweet her pussy tasted against his tongue and tight it felt around his cock.

I had never really imagined myself putting my mouth on the genitals of a girl mainly because the idea slightly disgusted me. But the guy's description about the girl's soft tits against his face definitely peaked my curiosity. I struggled to continue listening to the conversation as they lowered their voices but I was able to make out the internet address and quickly jotted it down on a scrap piece of paper. I figured I would only go to the site and read up about the powder and had no intentions of actually trying to buy it.

But I spent the rest of the school day I sitting in classes with my cock practically pounding, thinking about what it'd be like to have the ability to do whatever I wanted with a girl. My own "sexual" history had thus far been limited to the time one of my teachers caught me and a girl kissing on the playground in elementary school. The thought of actually seeing a girl naked and putting my hands on her was enough to keep me hard throughout the rest of the day and during the entire bus ride home.

I just about took the front door off its hinges as I got home and raced to our family's computer to check out the website. I was a little hesitant as I began to type in the web address. I started to remember the conversation my parents had had with my sister and I when they bought the computer. They specifically told us not to use it for checking out porn, going into chatrooms, or to use the computer for anything else that might be sexual in nature.

My fingers took on a life of their own and found the keys for the rest of the web address and away I went. My breath stopped as I waited to see whether a porn page would come up and I was relieved but slightly disappointed when a page came up for some kind of sleep research center. I scanned down the page wondering what the guy in the locker room had been talking about when he mentioned the drug.

Just as I was about to shut down the computer and go jack off before I did my homework, a link caught my eye near the bottom of the page. I went through it and finally stumbled upon what the guy had been talking about. The research site had partnered up with another site who was currently selling a powder that could be sprinkled into a glass of water or other drink before bed that would aid people who were having difficulty in sleeping. I read through a list of testimonials from people talking about how well it worked for them and how they'd often sleep so soundly that nothing during the night would wake them up.

I could hear my sister and Isabelle pulling up out front so I quickly shut down the computer and headed off to my room for my daily jerk off session. I listened to Isabelle's voice downstairs while picturing her laying topless across my bed as my hand raced up and down my cock. My mind drifted back to the sleeping powder as I imagined myself slapping my dick across her nipple briefly before resuming my hand's assault.

"Hey! Me and Isabelle are goin' to the mall, we'll be back later!" my sister called out.

"Bye bye!" I heard Isabelle yell up the stairs as I mentally blasted cum all over her tits.

After cleaning up, I began work on my homework but after a few minutes my mind was again on the sleeping powder. I decided to go back down to the computer and read more about it. I still had no true intention on trying to use something like that on Isabelle. Partly out of guilt, but more importantly out of the knowledge that doing so would be illegal.

But the days went by and my mind continued to dwell on it until one day I could no longer contain my curiosity and went to the post office for a money order and mailed off a purchase for a one month supply of the powder. I spent the next few weeks anxiously waiting for it to arrive but gradually became paranoid about the whole situation. Thoughts began to go through my mind of the FBI coming to the house to arrest me, after having monitored everyone who went to that site to purchase the sleeping powder. Then I began to wonder about whether the website was even a legit one in the first place. After all, how was I to know that they were selling sleeping powder and not regular kitchen flour.

Finally, on one afternoon as I made my way to the door I spotted a brown package by the door. It was finally here! I snatched it up and bounded up the stairs two at a time to my room where I mauled open the package. Under the brown wrapping was the website's name on a white box. Opening it, I found a small, clear container, partially filled with a white powder that looked just as much like cocaine as a sleeping aid. Inside the box was also a paper with directions on dosage and the powder's ingredients as well as a paper detailing various legal and medical warnings.

After reading through them all, I popped open the container and sprinkled some powder into my hand and gave it a sniff. Odorless. I dipped a fingertip into it and put it to my tongue. Tasteless. I sifted the powder back into the container and put the container back into the box and then the box into a low, back corner of my closet with the brown wrapping. Then I laid back in my bed, thinking about its possible use. I was shaken out of my daydream a short while later when my sister and Isabelle came in downstairs laughing about some poor guy that had tripped and spilled his tray that day in the cafeteria.

The days went by and the powder continued to sit in my closet. Though I still hadn't decided to use it, I was obsessed with it. I'd wake up in the morning and check to make sure it was still there, spend the day thinking about it, and then come home in the afternoons and sit it on my bed while I jacked off and continued to consider using it

Fate stepped in once again in a big way one evening over dinner when my parents told my sister and I that they were going out of town for the upcoming weekend.

"I want you and your brother to stay near the house while we're gone in case of an emergency," my mother requested with pleading eyes.

"Alright," my sister muttered finally. "Me and Isabelle are gonna go to the game Friday night and spend the night at her place but Saturday night we'll hang out here and catch some videos."

I almost choked on my fork full of macaroni and cheese. If I was ever gonna try out the powder, it was now or never. My intention was that I'd use some in Isabelle's drink sometime during the evening of watching movies and then when she went off to the guest bedroom to sleep, I'd be able to slip there for a short survey of her tits. That was as far as I planned on going with the powder.

I waited for the weekend like a child waiting for Christmas and when Saturday rolled around, my dick was almost painful to touch from all of my jerkoff sessions during the week. When my sister and Isabelle arrived at the house that evening from the video store, the powder was in my pocket.

"Hey, mind if I watch a couple with you with y'all?" I asked while casually placing a hand in front of my pocket to shield the bulge of the powder container.

"Of course," my sister smiled. I was certain beforehand that she'd let me watch the movies with them since she had never declined in the past but nonetheless, I had to quickly turn and stroll into the kitchen to hide the huge smile that had formed on my face.

"What do you two want to drink?" I called out while removing three glasses from the cabinet.

"Coke!" they responded in unison.

I dropped ice into the glasses and filled them with the soda. I reached into my pocket and removed the vial of powder and peeked around the corner to see my sister setting up the movie and Isabelle heading up the stairs, no doubt to change into one of her usual moviewatching nightshirts. I popped the cap on the powder and tilted it toward one of the glasses and shook in some powder.

"Can you fix some popcorn too?" my sister's voice chimed into my ears from the area of the kitchen doorway.

My head nearly came off my neck as I whipped it around toward her, quickly shoving the powder into the front of my pants.

"Sure," I replied, managing a smile.

She returned the smile headed off up the stairs to change too. I turned back to the glasses and was suddenly horrified.

"Shit!" I cursed quietly.

I couldn't remember which glass I had put the powder in! The glasses had been arranged in a triangle and I wasn't sure whether I had put it in the one towards the left or the one towards the right. A thought popped into my head and I decided to put powder into both of them. I had previously neglected to take my sister into account with my plan of going to feel up Isabelle while she slept. Even though Isabelle might drift into a heavy sleep, my sister could walk in while I'm in there and I'd be in a hell of trouble.

I sat the two glasses on the tables at each end of the couch and the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the couch. My sister and Isabelle came down the stairs and took up their usual spots on the couch while I casually shifted my chair back for a "better view of the TV".

An hour into our first movie I was beginning to wonder if the powder would work at all since both my sister and Isabelle seemed as alert and lively as usual. The movie ended with both of them seeming to be wide awake. My sister got up, appearing a bit unsteady on her feet.

"You know, I'm getting kinda sleepy. I think this is gonna be the last one for me for the night."

"Yeah me too," Isabelle said, stretching.

The joy I felt at those statements was surpassed when ten minutes later I spotted Isabelle's head back against the couch and her eyes closed. I looked farther down the couch and could see that my sister was slumped over the end of the couch and from the way her head was tilted I could see that her eyes were closed as well. I waited a few more minutes and then cleared my throat loudly.

"Ahem!"

Neither of them moved a muscle. I cleared it again, exaggeratingly loud but still neither showed any signs of being anywhere close to awake. That's when the realization hit me. If both of them were already out like a light, how would I ever be able to do anything to Isabelle? Surely I couldn't molest her while my sister sat just a couple feet away.

In stark contrast to my throat clearing efforts, I slowly eased up from my chair and made my way over to the back of the couch. I leaned over it and shook my sister's shoulder. Nothing. I shook harder and the only reaction I got was the motion of her head rocking gently with my efforts to wake her. I reached over and shook Isabelle's shoulder just as hard and got just as much of a response.

A grin, probably not unlike that of a comic book villain, began to creep across my lips. I stepped around to the front of the couch and grabbed my sister by both shoulders and shook her like a martini. Nothing. I gently returned her to her slumping position over the side of the couch. I sidestepped until I was directly in front of Isabelle and did the same. Her head bounced back and forth into the couch with my violent efforts to awaken her. They were both dead to the world.

My grin broadened to the point where it felt like the corners of my mouth were about to touch my earlobes. There was Isabelle, so lovely, laying back on the couch, completely helpless to my sex-starved mind. My eyes drifted from her closed eyelids, down her face, her neck, and then to her precious tits. My heart began to race wildly as I extended my hand toward one. My eyes danced back and forth from my sister's closed eyes, back to Isabelle's, and down to her tit which was coming closer, closer, closer, until at last my fingertips met the clothed bulge of her nightshirt. I quickly jerked my hand away and checked her face for any signs of being awake and then looked over at my sister's motionless frame. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I reached forward once again, somewhat more quickly. Once my fingertips felt the cloth of her nightshirt I continue pressing forward until I could feel the softness of her supple breast.

Again I jerked my hand away and checked her eyes and my sister's. Asleep. I grabbed a handful of the bottom of my shirt to try to fight off the nervous tension as I reached out once again, my palm coming in for a landing. It touched down lightly on Mount Titty. I did another sleep check and then began to slowly curl my fingers, feeling the softness of her titflesh molding into my hand. I extended my fingers and then curled them again with more pressure and faster until I found myself squeezing her tit with a rhythm. My upper lip trembling, I released the grip I'd had on my shirt and transferred the grip to Isabelle's other tit. My hands were now both full of Isabelle's wonderful breasts. They felt so soft yet so firm. I could feel her nipples in the center of my palms and decided to have a look.

I moved my hands from her mounds to the bottom of her nightshirt and began to slowly slide it up her legs as I watched her and my sister for any signs of movement. Her white panties came into view as I worked the shirt higher and higher. As I continued to raise the shirt, for a moment I thought I could make out the lips of her pussy and paused my shirt raising for a touch. I continued holding her shirt bottom in one hand and reached the other toward her pussy. I could instantly feel a warmth as my fingertips reached one of the lips. I pressed in gently and felt its softness give way. I shifted my fingers towards the cleft between the lips and began to press forward when I suddenly realized that if this were to wake her up, I wouldn't get a chance to see her tits.

So I returned my hand to her shirt and continued lifting. Her flat, tan tummy became uncovered. It seemed like an eternity when I finally began to see the bottoms of her globes coming into view. I lifted the shirt faster, anxious to see them. More of her caramel melons became bare and then I saw her nipples. My breath snagged in my throat as I caught sight of them. They were a slightly different shade than the surrounding skin of her tits. Something like a combination of brown, bronze, caramel, and pink. I lifted her shirt to her neck and then stepped back to marvel over finally seeing Isabelle's fabulous breasts in all their glory.

I did another sleep check and then stretched out both hands at the same time, my fingers twitching, until my palms came into contact with her bare breasts. I took a moment to savor the warmness of them and then once again began to rhythmically squeeze them. My dick felt as though it would explode any minute as I watched the shadows develop across her tits wherever my fingers squeezed. I shifted my hands and lightly touched her nipples and then gave them a gentle pinch and was shocked to find them hardening under my fingertips.