Dreams Don't Count (7 page)

"You could just ask."

"You're right, I could. I'm not always that
clever."

I smiled and rolled onto my belly. I reached over and
pulled his hand to my back in case he didn't take the hint, and he
started rubbing without any further prompting. Perhaps I could have
claimed it was only to remind him that some things were still the
same, but it was far less selfless an act than that. It was more
that I'd simply gotten the urge for a back rub.

"I think we're gonna be okay," I said. "Kind of
fucked up, but okay."

"I hope so. I can't help worrying about, you know,
everything."

His hand strayed lower at times than it used to,
grabbing my butt several times, but mostly staying in relatively
innocent territory. Between having just had my sexual needs
temporarily taken care of, and the relaxing effects of my brother's
gentle massage, I could almost have fallen asleep right there. I
forced my eyes to stay open though, since I knew I still needed to
assuage Tyler's few remaining doubts.

"Well don't," I said. "At least you don't need to
worry about us, alright? If you need to worry about other stuff,
like what other people might think, then fine. I can't stop
you."

"That's... almost comforting. Sort of."

"I try."

I raised myself on my elbows and kissed him softly,
more softly than any of our other kisses had been. It was kind of
nice to do something like that when it wasn't being completely
fueled by lust.

Somehow the kiss got dragged out by both of us far
longer than I had intended. We both shifted so our bodies were
facing each other, and I felt his cock start to get hard again
where it pressed against my leg. I rubbed against it, encouraging
it to stiffen back up while I snaked my arms around him to pull him
even closer.

Maybe it was because I'd already been partially
sated, but I didn't have any of the same urgency I was used to in
similar situations. Tyler was naked, and so was I, and that was
okay. His erection started poking me, and that was okay too. I
didn't need to jump on his cock and ride him hard; it was enough to
just let things happen the way they happened.

The gentle rocking of our hips and the natural design
of our bodies guided him to me until his cock was pressed against
my entrance. Slowly, so deliciously slowly, he penetrated me, not
once having to put any real force into his movements.

For the first time in my life it was clear to me just
how well designed humans were for sex, and that even if we weren't
trying it would basically happen on its own. In the privacy of my
own mind, I also liked to pretend that Tyler and I fit together
even better than most people would because we were siblings. It was
highly unlikely that there was any truth to that thought, but it
made me feel all happy and sexy to think about so I decided reality
could go fuck itself in this instance.

I nuzzled Tyler's neck as he filled me up down below,
and left the occasional soft kiss when the whim took me. He gently
caressed one of my breasts with his hands, while the other stayed
more or less stationary on my lower back, just above my butt.

I could have stayed there for hours, days even, if
the logistics involved didn't make it so improbable. I felt so warm
and loved and aroused, and I knew there was a chance we'd never
recreate a moment like it ever again. It was just about
perfect.

Tyler finally rolled on top of me, his strokes
getting longer as he did, though he was still relatively gentle.
I'd been slowly building up to an orgasm for long enough that the
increased stimulation hit me harder than it should have.

When I came, it almost wasn't what I typically
thought of as an orgasm, but more a sudden increase in the pleasure
I already felt. It was like floating in the ocean and being lifted
by a small wave. The transition was smooth but powerful, and I
clutched tightly to my brother as though I'd somehow fall if I
didn't.

He kept fucking me in a steady rhythm the whole time,
making it hard for my body to let me back down to relative
normalcy. Despite the relative lack of effort I'd been putting in,
I still found myself short of breath, and it was a struggle just to
form the few words I needed to say.

"Cum inside me this time," I whispered in his
ear.

He grunted, either in acknowledgement or refusal, I
wasn't sure which. Whichever it was, he picked up his pace and I
suspected he was getting close too. I liked to think the idea of
cumming in his sister's pussy helped him along a little.

I ran my fingers through his hair and went back to
placing soft kisses on his neck while I waited for him to finish.
It was hard to tell exactly how close he was, but I was sure it
wouldn't be long. It was barely perceptible, but he was gradually
losing control of his actions and thrusting more frantically inside
me.

All of a sudden he slammed his cock as deep inside my
pussy as it would go, and a second later I felt myself being filled
by something entirely different; something very liquid. I kissed
him fiercely as he shot all of his cum inside me, and I refused to
let him pull out until he was completely finished.

We didn't have to say anything after that, we just
exchanged happy, sleepy smiles and cuddled up together. I never
once seriously thought about going back to my own bed to sleep.

****

We never had our shared dream again after that night.
Things were back to normal while we slept, at least as normal as
dreams ever get.

Of course, there were other things that would most
likely never go back to the way they were. Tyler and I very, very
seldom slept alone anymore. It seemed so silly when we could sleep
together instead. It was a bit of a risk that mom might have caught
us eventually, even with how she usually respected our privacy, but
we did it anyway.

We started talking about moving into our own place,
almost a necessity if we were going to keep fucking each other the
way we wanted. I liked imagining it, but it was always hard to
discuss seriously when Tyler and I were together. We seemed to get
distracted a lot. It would happen some day, that was the important
thing, and until then there were plenty of things we could do to
keep ourselves amused.