Dreams Don't Count (6 page)

Tyler reached up to grab my breasts and I let him
maul them as much as he wanted. He seemed to want me to bend back
down to let him reach me more easily, but I had other plans.

After letting him play with my boobs for a minute of
two, I swiveled around to face away from him. I undid the front of
his pants and worked his cock free while he ran his hands over my
legs and ass. I so wanted to finish getting us both naked, but
there was something more tempting right in front of me I had to
deal with first.

His cock was so hard and inviting, and it twitched a
little as I curled my fingers around it. I stroked it a couple
times, then held it steady so I could take the tip in my mouth. I
bobbed my head, taking more and more of it inside each time until I
was about halfway down the length of his shaft.

"Feels so good when you do that," he murmured.

I smiled with my mouth full and continued the
blowjob. I liked making him feel good maybe even more than I liked
the naughtiness of sucking on my brother's cock.

Tyler had his hands roaming everywhere over my legs
and butt, but I still had too many clothes in the way for him to
touch me where I really wanted it.

"You gonna take my pants off or what?" I said.

"Can't. Not unless you straighten out your legs or
something."

I sighed theatrically and rolled off of him. As soon
as I was on my back he started working on my pants, and I took the
opportunity to finish getting his off as well. There was a lot of
fumbling and over-excitedness getting in the way, but we soon
managed to strip each other completely.

"I need you," I said. "Right now."

"Okay," he said, grinning widely.

He tried to move between my legs, as if to lick my
pussy, but that wasn't what I wanted. I squeezed my knees together
and kept him out.

"No, I neeeed you," I said.

The look on his face was almost comical as it dawned
on him what I meant.

"Oh, like--"

"Yep."

I tackled him backward and straddled his waist once
again, this time with nothing between us. I was more than wet
enough I could easily have just started sinking onto him, but he
held me back.

"Are you sure, because--"

"I'm sure."

"No, listen. This is a bigger deal than everything
else."

"I know, and I want it," I said, looking him dead in
the eye. "I need it. I need you. And I've never needed anyone this
much ever before in my life."

Tyler was naked and horny, and whatever objections he
could possibly have had were nothing compared to my body against
his and the sexiest pout I could put on my face. I understood that
actually having sex was a big deal, and that, realistically, it was
probably something that should be talked about first. However, I
didn't have the patience for that.

"Such a bad influence on me," he whispered.

I squealed in delight as he rolled us both over so he
was on top. His cock came to rest naturally against my pussy, and I
tried to get him inside just by rolling my hips forward, but I had
little success. At least it felt good.

Tyler waited until I settled down before he finally
guided the tip of his cock toward me for real and, agonizingly
slowly, pushed it inside. My body accepted him eagerly, and soon he
was far enough in to begin thrusting back and forth without pulling
all the way out on his back strokes.

"Harder," I said.

"I'm barely in you," he said. "Just let me--"

"Harder!" I insisted.

He shrugged and complied, all at once shoving nearly
his entire length inside my pussy. He repeated the action again,
and again until he bottomed out in me, and couldn't possibly give
me any more. I knew he was still holding back though, at least in
how much force he was using. I wanted him to fuck me like he meant
it.

"You're still being gentle with me, aren't you?" I
said.

"A little."

"Well don't. I can take it."

"I'm sure you can."

He backed all the way out of me until just the tip
was inside and prepared to slam back in. In the brief seconds
before he did, I imagined how good it was going to feel if I could
get him to really fuck me hard without holding anything back. As he
thrust back into me as hard as he could, instead of feeling that
anticipated pleasure, I woke up.

****

I stared up at my dark ceiling for a moment before
swearing under my breath and rolling onto my side. I should have
known better, given that anything too intense had always woken us
up before. I'd gotten too greedy, obviously, and now I was all
horny and didn't even have a satisfying ending to remember while I
got myself off.

Tyler would be in the same situation, more or less,
and that made me feel a little better. In fact, I was very tempted
to go to his room and maybe see if he was up for helping me out. It
might be hard to convince him though, since anything we did would
most definitely be for real, and we'd lose the main excuse we'd had
up until now for everything sexual we'd done.

After a few minutes of trying to talk myself out of
it, I went with my initial impulse and rolled out of bed. I was
going to go pounce on Tyler and, hopefully, he wouldn't put up too
much of a fight. The disappointment of having our first time end so
suddenly was too much for me to put up with, and I fully intended
to pick up where we'd left off. It was probably a stupid thing to
do, but that wasn't going to stop me.

I decided on wearing a t-shirt that didn't quite come
down far enough to cover my pussy in the front, or my butt in the
back, and nothing else with it. If that didn't get his attention, I
didn't know what would. After taking a moment to straighten out my
hair a little I stepped out into the hallway and made the short
walk to my brother's room.

He was awake, as I expected him to be, and he turned
as I quietly entered and shut the door behind me. In the low light
I didn't think he realized at first quite how uncovered my lower
half was.

"Hey," he said. "Listen, we should--"

"Shh."

I padded over to his bed and climbed onto it on my
hands and knees. By the way his expression changed I guessed he'd
gotten a flash of my naughty bits.

"What are--"

"Shh!" I repeated more emphatically.

I put a finger to his lips, then thought better of it
and lowered my head to kiss him. That had a higher probability of
keeping him quiet, I thought, although I hadn't taken into account
the chance that he might dodge.

"Wait," he said. "I know you're all turned on right
now, and I am too, but this isn't a dream right now. We can't just
do whatever we want."

"Why not?"

"Because... because what if you got pregnant
or--"

"I'm on the pill, dummy. Have been for a while. I
might actually get some use out of it now."

"I swear to god, if you don't stop interrupting me,
I'll--"

"What, hold me down and do terrible things to me?" I
asked hopefully.

"I'm serious. You know as well as I do there are so,
so many reasons not to do this."

"So stop me."

I pulled back his covers and found that he was
wearing only a pair of boxers. Better yet, he was at least partly
hard under them already. I raised myself up on my knees, making
sure he got a good look at my pussy peeking out from under my
shirt, and moved to straddle him. He appeared to be having
difficulty even forming a sentence.

"Please don't," he said. "I'm not going to be able to
ever think of you as just my sister ever again. I'm already having
trouble."

"That's okay," I said. "I want to be more than just
your sister. Just like you're more than a brother to me now, and I
don't really want that to go back to how it was."

His boxers slipped down past his erection easily
enough, and grinding on it a little quickly brought it to full
strength. I knew he couldn't resist me.

Tyler closed his eyes and appeared to accept what was
about to happen. I leaned down again before going any further and
kissed him. He had no chance to avoid me this time seeing as he
didn't know it was coming until to late.

"You're not gonna hate me are you?" I asked
softly.

"No. I'm going too far the other way, if
anything."

"Good."

I positioned my pussy directly on top of his cock,
then impaled myself on it. I made it almost halfway down his length
in one long, smooth motion. It was completely real this time, my
brother's cock was actually inside me and I loved it.

I started bouncing gently and gradually forced him
farther and farther inside me. He was looking at me now, sometimes
at my face and sometimes at where our lower halves joined. He still
had some confusion and guilt about the whole thing no doubt, I had
a little of it left too, but I was confident we'd get over
that.

As I got more comfortable I slowly increased the pace
of my rhythm, trying to make my movements as hard and fast as I
could. Tyler was no help at all on that front, choosing instead to
run his hands over my legs and ass, and occasionally up my tummy
and under my shirt. I was kind of surprised he didn't simply remove
it honestly.

Suddenly he pulled me down and kissed me firmly. His
hips finally began to respond to my efforts and rocked back against
me every time I slammed myself onto his cock. I growled happily
into his mouth and did my best to stick my tongue down his
throat.

This was more like what fucking my brother should
feel like, I decided. It was so much better with him actively
participating, and I felt so much more desired and needed.

When I felt him try to roll us over, I let him and I
ended up underneath him. He looked at me with lust-filled eyes
while I grinned back, and I had to rock my hips to remind him to
keep moving his cock inside me. Just for the hell of it, I pulled
my shirt off too and let him stare at my breasts.

"You," he said, "are incredibly hot."

"Mmm, thanks. Now fuck me."

He obliged, and slammed all the way into me, making
me moan in pleasure. I had to keep my voice down as he pounded me
since there was a chance mom might hear us, despite her room being
far enough away that it mostly wasn't an issue.

Tyler bent his head down to my neck repeatedly,
trailing kisses across my bare skin until he had to break for air.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and whispered encouragement,
guiding him where I most wanted to feel his lips.

Slowly, but inevitably, I felt my orgasm building. I
urged Tyler to fuck me harder and buried my face in his shoulder as
I approached the breaking point. When I came, I had to hold back
from screaming out loud and fought to keep the noise down to a low
whimper. My whole body felt it, the waves pleasure rippling outward
from the point where my brother's cock continued to pound my
pussy.

I involuntarily squeezed him harder while I came,
both externally and internally. I could tell the difference it made
as his strokes became shorter and more laboured, and his breathing
became more and more ragged.

Within moments of me cumming, Tyler followed me, just
barely pulling out before his cum shot out onto my skin. He made
quite the mess of my tummy, which was soon covered in small puddles
of his semen, though I didn't mind one bit. Except that I'd kind of
been looking forward to feeling him cum inside me.

"I told you I was safe," I whispered.

"I know, but... this was safer."

He rolled onto his back and I shifted to my side
facing him. I toyed idly with the cum that began dripping down onto
his sheets, completely unconcerned with making any further mess.
Eventually, when I felt like it, I cleaned myself off with my shirt
before tossing it on the floor.

"Still don't hate me, right?"

He smiled at me. "No, no I don't. I really, really
don't." His smile faded. "Actually, that's kind of the problem, in
some ways."

"Doesn't seem like much of a problem."

"I think it counts as a problem when you start
falling in love with your own sister," he said quietly. "Why do you
think I didn't just, like, cancel my plans this weekend so I could
stay with you? I needed to get some space and think, and it turns
out it didn't even really help."

"Aw, that's kinda sweet," I said, only partly
teasing.

"See, I knew you weren't going to take this
seriously. I mean it, I have feelings for you that I shouldn't, and
that you probably don't have, and I--"

"Idiot," I said without any real malice. "You know
what I did all weekend? Waited for you to get home. It was
absolutely pathetic. I have never ever missed you anywhere near
that much, especially after only a couple days apart. You really
want to tell me I don't have any of the feelings you do?"

"Um, I guess not. Sorry, it's just, you don't show
that stuff sometimes, you know? It's hard to know what you're
thinking."