Dreams Don't Count (4 page)

Tyler stared at me, then moved deliberately, grabbing
the bottom of my shirt in both hands. In one astonishingly smooth
motion he ripped the garment apart most of the way up to the
collar, baring a large section of my front. Without pausing, he
forcibly pushed me onto my side and wrestled with the clasp of my
bra for a second or two before tearing it away and discarding
it.

I didn't know if he was attempting to make some sort
of point, but as I rolled onto my back and looked up at him, all I
felt was a new and intense arousal. He could see my naked breasts,
my tattered shirt wouldn't do much to prevent that anymore, and I
didn't even care. Whatever victory speech he'd had in mind died in
his throat.

"That was fucking hot," I said.

"Um, that wasn't really--"

"Oh don't you even dare go all wussy on me now."

Once again I pulled Tyler toward me, this time down
to my breasts where I held him until he got over his annoying
hesitation. He'd started out so strong and he just needed a little
help to keep going. I was pretty sure I could manage that.

Sure enough, it didn't take him long to start
nuzzling at my breasts, then suck one of my nipples between his
lips. I released him as he got down to the job properly, licking
and sucking and nibbling eagerly at my sensitive flesh. If I could
just get him to take that kind of initiative more often....

Well, not too often of course. What we were doing had
to stay out of the real world, but he knew that as well as I did,
if not better.

Every now and then I felt what was almost certainly
Tyler's cock bump against my leg. He had to be fully hard, or very
close to it, and it was so tempting to toy with him even more than
I already was. I restrained myself though, and slipped a hand down
toward my waist instead. With my brother doing such a good job on
my boobs, my pussy was even more adamant about getting some
attention than before.

My fingers wiggled under my panties with practiced
ease, then continued down even farther. My pussy was far wetter
than it had any right to be before it had even been touched, and it
made me feel even dirtier knowing it was my own brother causing
that sort of arousal in me. At least I knew he felt the same way
about me.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asked, taking a short
break from his task.

"Masturbating," I replied bluntly.

He groaned and his cock hit my leg again, more
purposefully this time like he was trying to temporarily satiate
his desires. I was pretty sure it wouldn't do him that much
good.

"You can do it too, if you want," I said.

"I don't know...."

"Suit yourself."

I made a point of sighing happily and generally
emoting more than I normally did while fingering myself, just to
make sure he got the point. He tried to ignore it, but there was no
way he could. He was just as turned on as I was, and that meant he
needed to get off just as much as I did.

"You're kind of driving me crazy, you know that?" he
said in a low voice.

"Mm-hm, that's the idea."

"I just... I'm kind of uncomfortable jerking off in
front of you."

"Aw, poor baby. Where's all that confidence you had
when you were tearing up my clothes? It's so much sexier."

He gave me a dirty look, then grabbed me and rolled
me over so I was on my stomach. I could have stopped him, he didn't
have nearly enough leverage to move me if I didn't want to be
moved, but I went along with it. I had to prop my butt up a little
to keep my fingers working and I was sure he didn't mind the view
that gave him.

"You're a really bad influence on me," Tyler
muttered.

I was about to protest, more as an automatic response
than anything, until I realized he wasn't done. I squealed in
surprise as, in a similar fashion to my shirt and bra, my bottoms
started to come off too. There wasn't any ripping this time, though
I was almost dragged onto the floor as my brother aggressively
stripped me from the waist down. I'd never been so turned on in my
entire life.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

My fingers blurred over my clit and I stuck my butt
wantonly up in the air to give myself better access. I could
practically feel Tyler's gaze sweeping over my most private areas
and I didn't feel the slightest hint of embarrassment, only
horniness. I was tempted to tell him to touch me, to do whatever he
wanted to me, to use me to get himself off, but I was too far gone
to have the chance.

Faster than I expected, and without nearly enough
warning, my orgasm hit me and tore through my body like a
hurricane. I thrashed around on the bed, oblivious to anything
other than the pleasure, for what could have been hours, or
seconds, or, more likely, something in between.

Tyler was watching me slack-jawed when I came down
far enough to be aware of him again. He had his cock out at last
and was stroking it. Apparently I'd given him enough of a show to
help him get over his stubborn reluctance.

"You're a weird girl," he said.

"Why, just 'cause I get off so easily on you doing
stuff to me?" I asked.

"Yeah, kind of. I am your brother you know."

"That's part of what makes it so hot. Don't even
pretend like my butt's not hotter when you know you definitely,
unquestionably shouldn't be looking at it."

Tyler blushed, but didn't stop masturbating. Despite
how hard I'd just cum, watching him was getting me worked up all
over again. That and the fact that I was very nearly naked in front
of him.

I slowly ran my fingers over my pussy, lacking most
of the urgency I'd felt before my recent orgasm. My brother's tempo
increased as his eyes followed my every move, and I wasn't even
sure he was aware of it. I wondered how close he was, how long it
would be before he came, and, most importantly, where he was going
to cum. Just contemplating the last one made me shiver in
anticipation.

Before too long his eyes closed and he tilted his
head back, giving me only seconds of warning before he came. As if
in slow motion I watched his cum shoot from the tip of his cock in
an arc directly toward my stomach.

The very instant it would have landed I jolted awake
in my own bed, temporarily confused and extremely disappointed once
I figured out where I was. I could practically feel my brother's
cum on my tummy, and I ran a finger over the imaginary mess that
had never actually hit my skin. I so wished these dreams we'd been
having weren't so damn sensitive.

Frustrated as I was at the lack of anticipated pay
off, I realized I was still desperately horny. My pussy juices had
quite literally been running down my thighs in my sleep, and I had
no idea whatsoever if the orgasm I'd had while dreaming had
translated to the real world. Either way I needed to get off again
and I set about taking care of it. It helped to imagine Tyler
probably doing the same thing in his room.

****

I couldn't seem to stop myself from thinking about my
brother the next day. Anything from wondering what he was up to all
the way up to daydreaming about him jerking off was fair game, and
I accidentally got myself turned on far too many times. I knew we
couldn't change our daytime relationship too much, not without
potentially fucking things up pretty badly, but I kind of just
wanted to hang out with him. I also wanted to do dirty things, but
I would have been happy just being around him. Probably.

It was a relief to me when supper time arrived and we
were 'stuck' together at the table. Mom was there too of course,
but it was good anyway. Tyler couldn't quite seem to meet my eyes
without flushing noticeably, and I delighted in the reactions I
caused in him. Granted, part of that was simply my sisterly
instincts shining through, and my love for causing him minor
discomforts.

Tyler had to fend off mom a couple times over the
course of the meal, assuring her that he was feeling okay and that
nothing was bothering him. She didn't appear convinced, and I was
sure she knew something was off, but she didn't press it. She'd
been living with us long enough to know when she wasn't going to
get an answer out of one of us.

Afterward my brother clearly just wanted to get the
hell out of there and to the safety of his room, but I cut him off
before he could get away. I made sure to stay within mom's hearing
range while I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie, making it
harder for him to say no. The last thing he'd want to do is protest
too much and have to explain to mom why he was so against hanging
out with me.

"What are you up to?" he whispered as I escorted him
into the living room.

"What makes you think I'm up to anything?" I
countered. "Maybe I just want to get some quality sibling time
in."

"Yeah, sure you do."

We settled in on the couch together, though not too
close since mom dropped in occasionally while she was puttering
around. After a while Tyler had visibly relaxed when he decided I
really wasn't going to try anything too overt. I had curled up with
my legs next to him, and at some point he let his hand rest on my
ankle. It was all perfectly innocent as touching went, but it made
me crave more.

When the first movie was over I put in another one,
with no objections from my brother. As panicked as he might get at
times, I was pretty sure he didn't really mind spending time with
me. He was just worried that it would turn into something more
dangerous. He was probably justified in worrying about that
possibility.

When I sat back down I made sure I was closer to
Tyler, not quite cuddling or anything, but not leaving much space
between our bodies either. Mom hadn't popped in for a while and it
was fairly likely she'd be off to bed in the relatively near future
anyway.

"I need to ask you something," I said in a low voice,
just in case.

Tyler glanced at me, then turned back to the tv.
"Okay."

"When you woke up this morning, did you make a mess?
You know, from jerking off."

"No. Just woke up horny as hell. Which was confusing
after having just 'finished.'"

"I bet. That's pretty much how I've been waking up
too. Kind of annoying really."

He shrugged. "Not much we can do about it."

I nodded and let the subject drop. After a while I
leaned closer to my brother and snuggled up to him. He seemed fine
with that, and eventually even wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
Despite it being kind of early for us, that was how we fell
asleep.

****

The first thing I noticed about the dream that night
was how much more real it seemed. It was like how I had dreams
sometimes that felt completely real at the time, but when I woke up
it was obvious I was in the real world. This time, even though I
knew I was dreaming, it had something very close to that real world
feel. I couldn't figure out how to explain the sensation any
better, even to myself.

"Does anything seem a little off to you?" I asked
Tyler.

"Yeah. Yeah it kinda does."

He was surveying the room like it was the first time
he'd been there, with a bemused look on his face that probably
matched mine. I walked over to him and gently put a hand on his
shoulder. Somehow he even felt more like the real him than
normal.

"Weird," I said.

"Mm-hm. You think it's 'cause we're sleeping closer
to each other than usual or something?"

"Who knows. We barely understand what's going on at
the best of times."

"True."

"So anyway," I said, clasping my fingers behind my
back and giving him my best 'innocent' face, "what are you planning
on doing to me this time?"

He chuckled and turned toward the bed. "What makes
you think I have anything planned? You're always the one getting me
started."

"But I like it when you take over. You're so sexy and
controlling when you want to be. Like when you ripped most of my
clothes off last time."

"That was only because you were being, well, you. I
don't normally do that sort of thing."

I stepped right up next to him and whispered in his
ear. "Well you can do whatever you want to me."

I was pleased to see his eyes close for a moment and
his whole body shiver in anticipated pleasure. Pretty much the same
reaction I'd have had if he'd whispered something hot in my ear. I
still had to work on that.

"You shouldn't say that," he said. "I might take you
up on it one of these days."

"It's an open offer."

"You're bad, you know that?"

"Yep, and I know that you are too."

I rubbed up against Tyler, making sure he could feel
my breasts pressing against him. It was very tempting to try what
he'd done to me and just start pulling his clothes off, except of
course that I didn't have the same strength he did. It wouldn't
have nearly the same effect if he had to help me the whole way.

He tried to ignore me, but never stood a chance. I
was too persistent for that. I moved my hand to his upper thigh and
slowly slipped it toward his cock, knowing I'd find it at least
partly hard. Before I got there he stopped me and turned so we were
face to face. He looked into my eyes for a second, then leaned in
and kissed me.