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Andrew Graves was exasperated at his sister, but what else was new? Of course, Ashley would come up with a stupid plan, and then make him do all of the work. Some things never changed. She was the one that came up with the plan to crash a Halloween Party—to steal as much food as they could. He shouldn’t have thought for a second that she would be the one actually stealing. Ashley always made him do the dirty work.
He should’ve also known she would end up getting shit-faced drunk. Andrew hoped that nobody could see them right now. He knew it looked suspicious—hauling a half-conscious girl into a seedy motel. The last thing he needed was to draw any more attention to them, considering the skeletons in their closet.
‘The skeletons in the ocean,’ She would’ve corrected him, had she been awake. Andrew was glad she wasn’t. Who knows what she would be blabbing about, for the whole world to hear.
He was starting to miss the stolen car—it would’ve been so much easier to just drive to the motel. They had ditched it in the parking lot of a local strip mall, however. There was a nearby bus stop, and the fare was fairly cheap. The siblings wanted to place some distance between themselves and the scenes of their crimes, finding themselves in a nice, quiet, suburban town.
Ashley had stumbled upon a poster, advertising the party at the bus stop and immediately wanted to go. He should’ve shut the idea down, but filling their stomachs after a long day of traveling did sound tempting. Not having to worry about food for a couple of days was equally as tempting too. The party was held at a community center nearby and was within a reasonable walking distance from their motel. It was a good idea on paper, but terrible in practice.
Andrew visibly relaxed, however, as their motel came into view. He stumbled down the dimly lit hallway until he stopped at the very last room. He ushered his half-conscious sister in, before quickly locking the door behind them.
This motel was a bit nicer than their previous one and even cheaper. Ashley convinced him to get one bed this time—which he knew was a recipe for disaster. They had to save as much money as they could, however, and there was a good deal for a single bed.
They should’ve left it at that—attending the party, stuffing their faces, and tactfully filling their pockets. No plan with Ashley was ever that simple, however. Ashley convinced him to buy costumes too, insisting they’d look out of place if they didn’t. He gave her a budget and made her promise they’d return the costumes after the party. He shouldn’t have let her pick them, that was his biggest regret.
He should’ve known she would’ve worn something like this. She just had to go dressed up as a succubus. He was seething every time he noticed a man staring at her. Horny teenage boys and old men alike were ogling at his sister all night, and Andrew wanted to gouge their eyeballs out.
Not only was she wearing a tight, red dress that barely left anything to the imagination—she had fake horns and a tail as well. The dress was sleeveless and off the shoulder, leaving her cleavage in full view. Ashley was fully decked out with a lacy garter belt and fishnet stockings as well, with red heels to match.
It was downright indecent, and not something he wanted anybody else to see her in. Several drunk assholes tried hitting on her at the party. He wouldn’t have been surprised if one of them had slipped something into her drink. He only left her side for mere minutes to use the bathroom, and Ashley wasn’t this much of a lightweight.
He was wearing a priest costume himself—at Ashley’s whining and begging. He would return his costume tomorrow, but he wasn’t so sure about his sister’s. Andrew knew rationally that he should make her return it, but a part of him wanted her to keep it. Every time his eyes landed on her, which happened several times throughout the night—he was filled with the urge to bend her over in one of the stalls.
He was grateful when she began to sleepily cling to his arm, totally not enjoying the way her cleavage felt, pressed up against him. It gave him a good excuse to bring her home, and he didn't have to deal with any perverts gawking at his sister anymore.
Andrew was deep in thought, putting away the food he’d hidden in his priest costume when the familiar voice broke the silence.
"Where did you goooooo, Andy?” Ashley whined from the bed, finally conscious.
Andrew rolled his eyes before joining her on the bed, flopping down next to her. "I’m right here, idiot. Lay off the drinks next time.”
Ashley giggled, before playfully slapping his arm—clearly tipsy.
"Come on! There was so much free booze and they didn’t card me.” She gave him an exaggerated pout, before nuzzling against him.
Andrew let out a tired sigh, as he felt his cheeks heat up at the sudden contact.
“Just... be careful next time. I’m convinced someone slipped something in your drink.”
Ashley gave a sleepy hum before shimmying closer.
“So what if they did? Maybe I could’ve finally lost my virginity.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, knowing her words would rile him up. Andrew always got overly upset when his sister mentioned getting with other men. It had gotten worse recently, however. With the shared vision from the talisman, and the accusatory words from their mother—Andrew’s preexisting complex was heightened.
Although Andrew maintained that the vision didn’t mean anything, that it was just the demon messing with them, it affected him. Ever since, their already messed up dynamic had changed into something more… complicated since.
“We went to that shitty party for food, not for you to fuck some random asshole."
He'd meant to sound playful, but his voice had dropped low, almost spitting the words out. He quickly swallowed his anger, realizing he was giving her exactly what she wanted—a reaction.
"And don't act like you would've actually slept with someone at the party."
"You don't know that," Ashley retorted with a sly smile, knowing she was affecting him.
“Besides, I look hot as fuck. I’m sure some drunk guy would've tried slipping his dick in me if he had the chance.”
"Yeah, and I would've fucking gutted him on the spot."
He shouldn't have gotten so angry, he knew his sister was just trying to get under his skin, but Andrew couldn’t help it. The mental image of some random asshole putting his hands on his sister made him lose his cool.
Ashley snorted at his response, her smile growing wider.
“Awwww, are you jealous, Andy?"
Her hand snaked over his stomach and started sliding up his shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles.
"You wanna slip your dick in me instead?" She gave his chest a light squeeze, a mischievous grin on her face.
Andrew gave a long sigh, furrowing his brows.
“Andrew. Not Andy.” He caught her hand in his before it could go any further and gave it a warning squeeze. "Cut it out.”
"Oh, come on Andrew," she purred, moving her body closer to his. This gave him a better view of her cleavage—as the dress emphasized her curves.
"I think Andy Jr wants it," Ashley murmured, reaching down to press her palm against his crotch.
Andrew let out an involuntary groan as she cupped him through his pants. He buried his face in his hands, groaning in embarrassment from the sudden contact.
“A-Ashley. Stop it. You’re drunk.” Andrew was starting to get hard and he knew he had to stop her.
His sister only smiled innocently up at him. "Drunk on love for you."
She tried unzipping his pants before Andrew stopped her again.
"Stop," he asserted, gripping her wrists tightly. He looked at her with a serious gaze, willing her to listen to him this time. "You need to sober up. You're not thinking straight."
"Mmmmmmm," She pretended to think, before shrugging her shoulders. "Suit yourself.”
Andrew relaxed slightly, before tensing up again. There was no way his sister wasn't planning something more.
“It’s hot in here though. Maybe I’ll just take the dress off.” Ashley hummed as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it over her head in one swift motion. Her horns and tail fell off from the motion, as she beamed devilishly at him.
Her black, lacy bra and panties barely hid anything and he could see every curve of her body. Andrew’s eyes widened when he noticed she had a mark on her lower stomach. It was a red heart with black wings.
“Is that…” he trailed off, staring with his mouth hanging open.
“It’s temporary. I’m pretty sure they ID you to get a real one.” Ashley replied nonchalantly, smiling at him as she traced her finger along the edge of the mark.
As her brother stared in disbelief, Ashley shifted closer to him.
She brushed her fingers across his cheek before whispering, "Don't you want to slip your dick inside me, Andrew? Before someone else does?”
His gaze snapped back to hers, his eyes glazed over with lust. "You don't know what you're talking about, Ashley."
Ashley snorted. "We both know it’s inevitable.”
Andrew bit his lip, staring down at her. He wanted nothing more than to pin her down to the bed, fuck her and claim her as his own.
But he couldn't. She’s his little sister and she wasn’t thinking straight. He couldn’t take advantage of her.
“We can’t, Ashley. I’m not taking advantage of you.”
Ashley began to pout. "I want you to though.”
Andrew groaned and pressed a hand to his face, trying to clear his mind. "It doesn't matter. I-I’m gonna go shower. Just stay here and... don’t try anything."
He got up off the bed, wincing as he adjusted his aching cock through his pants. He took a few steps before stopping at the door and glancing back at Ashley.
The cheeky succubus stuck out her tongue at him. “Want me to join?” She grinned.
“No.” Andrew slammed the bathroom door shut, hastily. He didn't know what else to do. Ashley was drunk, but he didn't think he'd be able to hold back from her much longer. He had to do something to cool off.
He turned on the shower, letting the icy cold water pour over him. His erection remained, throbbing between his legs as he stood there under the showerhead.
His cock twitched, as Ashley's face popped up in his mind. As much as he had tried pushing these feelings into the deepest corners of his mind, he hadn’t been able to shake them off recently. Ever since they were stuck in quarantine together, he’d have to escape into the shower to calm himself down.
It was getting harder and harder to resist just pulling his sister close, and taking her. His mind was filled with images of him fucking her in the shower. Andrew's hand slid down to his cock, as he tried to will away his arousal, but it wasn't helping. He needed Ashley.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself anymore. The images his mind kept showing him were too vivid. The feel of her pressed up against him, the curve of her breasts, and the look of lust in her eyes as she stared back at him. He couldn't resist anymore.
Andrew gritted his teeth as he pumped his cock, picturing his sister in the shower with him. It didn’t take him long. He leaned against the wall and let out a loud groan as he came into his hand.
He was mortified. Andrew washed off the mess and hoped Ashley didn’t hear him through the door. He knew she wouldn’t let him live it down if she did.
Andrew opened the bathroom door a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stepped into the dark bedroom, his only light being the faint moonlight. Ashley was fast asleep on the bed, completely passed out.
Andrew quickly shuffled through their small pile of clean clothes and grabbed some boxers. He wasn't about to sleep in that damn costume. He slid them on under the towel, before letting it fall to the floor.
Andrew threw on a t-shirt before sliding into the bed next to Ashley. She had passed out without her dress on—with only the rest of her costume covering her body. Her lacy black bra peeked out at him under the thin sheets. She was sprawled out with her stomach visible, and Andrew couldn’t help but stare at that god-forsaken tattoo.
His cock stirred again at the sight, and he forced himself to look away. His eyes landed on her thighs, however, covered by the sexy, black fishnets. His mind filled with thoughts of peeling them down and having his way with her, but he shook his head, forcing the undesired thoughts away again.
She was still wearing her heels, even in bed—which Andrew frowned at. He didn’t want her to get dirt on their shared bedding. He gave a long sigh, before leaning over and gently unclasping her heels. It was almost as if he was in a trance. He placed it next to her bed, before repeating the process with the second one. He wanted to keep having an excuse to touch her so badly.
He could've reached up and caressed her bare stomach, where her black lacy panties met bare flesh. Or he could've slipped his hand up the fishnets, feeling her soft skin as he squeezed her thighs. He'd gotten far too close to touching her when he caught himself, ripping his gaze away from his defenseless sister.
Ashley rolled over, and boy was that a mistake. He could see the way her panties perfectly complimented her ass. Her legs were spread slightly, so he could see a slight wet spot near her core. The fishnets hugged her thighs tightly, her skin looking incredibly soft and inviting.
Andrew groaned as his heart began to pound faster. This wasn’t good. He needed to stop this now.
"Ashley," he whispered, shaking her gently. "You can't sleep in those." He didn't know how much more of this he could take. It took everything in him not to pull her close to him.
"Mmmmm," she hummed as she shifted again, rolling on her back this time. God, she was sexy. He could see her tits again and that was even worse.
Andrew's cock stirred again, making him grit his teeth, as it strained against his boxers.
"Ashley," he whispered again, slightly louder this time. "I'm serious. You can't sleep in those. Get dressed properly.”
Her only response was a light snore, and he knew she was out cold. Andrew was already regretting every single choice he’d made in his life, but it was too late now.
He took a deep breath and found his hands moving on his own. He reached down and grabbed the straps of her bra, slowly slipping it off. His hand brushed against her breasts, but he made sure to keep his touch light.
He was only being a good big brother and making sure she wasn’t sleeping wearing an uncomfortable bra—that’s all he was doing. That's all, he told himself over and over as he slowly slipped the bra off her. He had a full view of her breasts as they popped free from their constraints. Andrew stared for a moment, his eyes wide.
"Fuck," he whispered, swallowing as he felt his blood rush between his legs. Her nipples were starting to get puffy and stiff from the cold air. Andrew's hand slowly inched toward her chest, but he stopped himself at the last second.
He forced himself to turn away and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. He couldn’t do it. No matter how badly he wanted to, he just couldn’t do it.
He gave one last glance at his sister before slipping under the sheets on the other side of the bed. He wanted to put as much space between them as possible. Andrew tried to fall asleep, but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Ashley.
His cock was still hard and aching with need. He wanted nothing more than to sink deep inside of her.
Andrew couldn't sleep, no matter how hard he tried. He tried to keep his mind off his sister, but his thoughts kept going back to Ashley. The way her costume perfectly complimented her body. The feel of her soft skin under his hands. Even her cute snores—it was too much.
He could feel himself becoming more desperate as the night progressed. The moonlight streamed into the room through the window, and he could faintly make out her shape next to him.
He couldn't hold back anymore. He just had to release some of his pent-up sexual tension. Andrew looked back at his sleeping sister again. It wouldn’t be too bad if he jerked himself off right? He wouldn't be able to sleep until he did, and it’s not like Ashley could see him. He would be quick about it.
Andrew licked his lips as he slowly reached down. His fingers brushed against his boxers, and his hand slowly slid underneath. He groaned as his fingers wrapped around his cock. Andrew began sliding up and down his length, as his gaze involuntarily moved back to his sleeping sister.
It wasn’t bad for him to… accidentally move the covers right? He was just looking. There wasn’t any harm in looking at what she herself was showing him.
His hand slowly squeezed his cock, and he began pumping himself faster. Andrew stifled a moan, trying to keep quiet. The last thing he needed was for her to wake up and catch him. He didn't even want to imagine her reaction.
The rise and fall of her chest slowly pulled him into a trance, as his mind was filled with thoughts of sliding his cock between them. He imagined wrapping his hands around her tits and pinching her nipples between his fingers. He could almost feel them.
Andrew's mouth fell open, a quiet moan slipping out. He was so close—but he couldn’t just finish there. He had to find a sock or something.
He was about to get up to search the room when Ashley shifted closer to him. Andrew froze in place, his heart pounding in his chest. His sister’s unbelievably soft body was once again pressed up against his.
He could feel Ashley’s breath on his shoulder, as he laid on his back, unable to move. His cock, still in hand. Her bare tits brushed against his arm, making his breath hitch.
“A-Ashley. Cut it out.” He whispered.
She didn't move. Her breaths were slow and steady. She was still fast asleep. He should've felt relieved, but that only made it even harder to pull himself away. She was too close to him.
He had to finish. His cock ached with need as he slid his hand down his length again, trying to keep quiet. The feeling of her soft tits pressed against his arm almost had him finish right then and there. Andrew let out a low groan as he stroked himself faster, his mind clouded by desire.
He wanted to slide his cock between her tits and use her chest to pump his dick. He wanted to slide his cock between those pouting lips of hers and cum all over her face. He wanted to push his cock inside of her tight pussy and fuck her until she was a moaning mess.
He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't hold back any longer. Something deep inside Andrew’s mind snapped. Something that he’d kept in check for several years. All rational thought was out the window.
His breath was shaky, as he slowly sat up, slipping out of the blankets. He pulled the blankets off his sister as well, causing her to shiver slightly. She grumbled before nuzzling her cheek into his pillow. She was so fucking cute when not making snarky comments. Andrew thought she was cute then too, but he’d never admit it to her.
His eyes once again fell onto the indecent womb tattoo. He traced a finger along her lower stomach, biting his lip. Her lacy black panties did little to hide anything from him now—and his eyes were strained to focus on them in the dark.
He didn't know what was going through his head anymore. His mind was made a mess by years of pent-up desires. Andrew wasn’t thinking anymore, as he slowly slipped her panties to the side. He couldn’t bring himself to take them off, but taking a peak never hurt anyone, right?
He sat up between her legs, gently spreading them. His cock was harder than he'd ever remembered it being as he took in the sight in front of him. Her garter belt and fishnets did nothing to hide her smooth thighs. He held the thin fabric of her panties aside, his hands slightly shaking.
Her dark, curly pubic hair peeked out at him. Andrew felt as though he was on autopilot now, his mind a haze of lust and desire. He used his free hand to slip his boxers off, freeing his hardened cock. He was only going to tease her entrance—nothing more. He wasn't going to take this any further than he already had. He wouldn't allow himself to.
He just needed to relieve his aching erection—that was all. Andrew let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, as he aligned his cock with her entrance. He didn't want to push it in, just slide against her. Andrew began to rock his hips back and forth. The feeling of Ashley’s soft pubic hair brushing against his cock made him let out a moan, as he did his best to stay quiet.
He couldn't believe what he was doing. Ashley did say she thought it would happen eventually—but he never thought he would actually do it. He thought he had better control over his feelings than to cross the line.
His sister’s warm, wet entrance felt amazing though. Andrew shuddered in pleasure, unable to stop himself from sliding his cock back and forth against her.
He reached a shaky hand out, lightly cupping her breast and squeezing. Ashley moaned in her sleep, her back arching slightly. Andrew felt a sense of pride, knowing his sister was enjoying this—even in her dreams. He continued rocking his hips back and forth, flicking her hardening nipple. He wanted to pull on them, but he couldn’t risk it.
"F-fuck," Andrew moaned quietly. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew he was close. He had to get up now—finish in the bathroom and pretend this never happened. He had to stop now.
He tried to pull himself away from her, but all of his resolve went out the window when he heard a quiet, yet unmistakable, “A-Andrew.”
He paused, looking at her sleeping form, trying to figure out if he was hearing things. Was Ashley moaning his name in her sleep?
His cock throbbed in response, aching with need as his mind entertained the idea of Ashley dreaming about him. Was she dreaming about him fucking her?
His gaze fell onto the tattoo on her stomach, and his final ounce of self-control slipped away. Andrew let out a sigh of relief as he gave in, slowly pressing his tip against her entrance. He bit his lip, knowing if he crossed this line, he could never take it back. Out of everything he’d done these past few days, this was the one thing that ate at his guilty conscience, but he was too far gone now. Andrew suppressed another groan as his cock sunk deeper into his sister’s pussy.
Ashley was so unbelievably tight and warm. Andrew could feel his sister clench down on him, and his mind almost blacked out at the sensation. It felt so good and he didn't want it to ever stop. Years and years of pent-up, repressed desires flooded out, as his mind went blank. His body moved on its own, each thrust lifting the weight of years of complicated feelings.
He knew he was going to cum soon—he wasn't going to last long. His thrusts became more and more desperate as his mind was filled with thoughts of Ashley.
She was his everything. His entire world. Now more than ever, he knew it always had to be her. He tried moving past his deeply forbidden feelings, but they only grew stronger. He'd known all along that it could’ve only ever been her. Nothing could compare to the relief and ecstasy he felt now, as he sank his cock over and over again into his sleeping sister.
He never wanted this feeling to stop. He wanted to stay inside of her forever. Everything that had happened for them to end up in his position felt worth it. The parasites, the quarantine, the failed ritual, the murders—everything.
Andrew's hips began to stutter as he neared his release, thrusting faster. He had to keep going—he couldn't stop. He gripped his sister's waist as he leaned over, lightly biting down on her shoulder. He let out a muffled groan against her skin as his hips snapped against her at a desperate pace.
He was so close—so fucking close. Andrew buried his face in the crook of Ashley's neck, breathing her in. Her familiar scent was intoxicating. She smelled like sweat and sex, and Ashley. The scent he’d bury himself in every other night under the guise of nightmares. He sucked on the spot of her shoulder where he'd bitten, as his mind went blank with pleasure.
He couldn't think anymore. All he could do was focus on the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of his sister.
Ashley let out another quiet moan and Andrew thought his head would explode. He felt his sister clench hard on his cock, even in her sleep, and he lost it.
“F-Fuck. A-Ashley.” He pushed in as deep as he could as he finished inside her. He knew he’d regret this later, but he didn’t care. Andrew continued shooting ropes of cum into his sister's womb. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came hard.
He didn't stop fucking her through his release, even though his thrusts grew more and more sloppy. Andrew was still trying to make it last as long as possible, his hips twitching with aftershocks as he pumped himself dry into her.
Andrew took a few moments to collect himself before finally pulling out, watching in awe as a mixture of his cum and Ashley’s juices spilled out.
He actually fucked her. He'd taken his Leyley. He couldn’t believe it. It didn't feel real. His heart was racing as his mind started to slowly process his actions.
The sight of his cum dripping out of her snapped him back to reality, and he felt a cold wave of guilt wash over him. He just fucked his sister—in her sleep.
Andrew quickly pulled his boxers on and shot out of the bed. He didn’t know what to do. He was only supposed to jerk off—not actually fuck her. He was so, so stupid.
He had to clean her up. He couldn’t let her sleep like this. Andrew was filled with regret and dread as he frantically searched for the towel. What if she got pregnant? His head was filled with so many thoughts, as his panic began to set in.
“You know I’m awake, right?” Ashley’s smug voice broke the silence, causing Andrew to jump.
Andrew froze, not knowing how to respond. He turned around to look at her and she was lying in bed, propped up on one elbow—giving him a sly smile.
Ashley just kept smirking at him, waiting for his response.
“So you refuse when I’m awake but the second I pass out, you can't keep your hands to yourself?”
Andrew was still frozen, still in a state of disbelief, regret, and shock.
"It was my first time too, asshole! You’re lucky I woke up when you shoved that thing inside me. I thought I was still dreaming.” Ashley giggled before sitting up, letting the sheets slip down to her lap.
“I-I’m sorry.” Andrew finally managed to stammer out, staring at his sister as she started to laugh.
"Sorry? For what? Making me cum?”
Andrew opened his mouth to respond, but couldn't find the words.
Ashley gave him an evil smile,
"You're not sorry, you fucking pervert." She got up out of bed and Andrew could see his cum dripping between her thighs, staining her fishnets.
“You’re a freak who fucked his poor defenseless little sister in her sleep.”
She got on her tiptoes, before planting a kiss on his cheek. “You could’ve at least woken me up first.”
"I tried! I tried waking you up. I just wanted you to get dressed.” Andrew was still struggling to find his voice, as the reality of the situation slowly set in.
Ashley snickered. "You seemed fine with how I was dressed earlier.” She stuck her tongue out at him and Andrew stared at the floor, avoiding her gaze.
"I-I'm really sorry. I know this is wrong. I just couldn't help it. We can’t do this ever again, Ashley. I couldn't stop myself and—"
Ashley cut him off, placing a finger to his lips.
"Shhhh. Stop panicking." She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I'm not mad. I wanted you to do this sooner. I didn’t think I had to get shitfaced and half-naked for you to finally make a move."
Andrew bit his lip, still feeling guilty.
“But, this is still so wrong. I couldn't stop myself and I just... fucked you while you were passed out."
"Yeah. And? Are you saying you regret it?"
"Well ye—no, but I just don't think I should have done that. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you."
"Make it up to me then.” She brought her lips to his, pulling her brother into a soft kiss.
Andrew's eyes widened, as he stood in shocked silence. He knew, logically, that he should’ve pulled away, but he couldn't. He found his hands wrapping themselves around her waist—as he returned the kiss.
Ashley’s lips were soft and warm against his. Her lips were slightly chapped and she tasted faintly like alcohol, but he didn’t care.
It felt so right to have her in his arms and he wanted it to never end. Andrew deepened the kiss, taking control. He swept his tongue across her lips, asking for permission.
She opened her mouth and Andrew moaned at the sensation, his wet tongue sliding against hers. Ashley had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and time seemed to stop as the siblings deepened the kiss.
Ashley was the one to break off first, out of breath.
"Make it up to me by fucking me in the shower.”
She whispered into his ear, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away.
"Wh-what?" Andrew was still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened.
"You heard me, pervert. I have your jizz all over my legs and you owe me a shower." She gave him another smirk. “Wash my back for me too, you sister-fucker.”
Andrew opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words. He just stared at her dumbfounded, trying to comprehend the situation. Ashley just giggled at his expression, before pulling him into the bathroom.
The supposedly rational of the two didn’t object, as he let his sister drag him into another mess—one of their own making. They both knew that neither of them would be getting any sleep.