Dreams Don't Count (5 page)

Whether it was a result of the increased sensitivity
we shared during this particular dream, or just the intensity with
which he embraced me, it was a completely different experience from
when I'd kissed him the first time. There was something very
primal, very urgent, about it. More than just an impulse brought on
by lust. It was quite possibly the most amazing kiss I'd ever
had.

I melted in to him, grinding against his crotch and
grinning as his erection hardened in response. He held me close and
buried his face in my neck, unable to break away from me.

"This is so wrong," he said. "In so many ways."

"I know," I said.

All of a sudden I was being pushed backward,
half-lifted by my brother while I tried to keep my feet under me.
My shirt was pulled roughly over my head, getting caught in my hair
for a second before it was free. He pushed me again and I fell onto
the bed.

Tyler stood over me, eyes fixed on my bra, and I
waited for him to remove it too. If he wanted to strip me again, I
was more than okay with that. Instead he started taking off his own
pants, leaving his cock covered only by his boxers. It was making a
very tempting tent in the material.

I sat up and reached for his waistband, and as I did
he pulled me off the bed entirely onto my knees on the floor. I
still managed to pull his boxers down enough to free his
nearly-full erection, which was now almost right in front of my
mouth, before he finished the job and stepped out of them. A look
up at him confirmed that he was thinking the same thing I was.

His hand went to the back of my head, gently urging
me toward him. I hesitated a little purely so he'd have to guide me
in, but as soon as my lips touched the tip of his cock I couldn't
hold back any longer. My hand encircled his shaft while my lips
parted and accepted him in, and I heard a very satisfied groan from
my brother as I began giving him a blowjob.

Everything, absolutely everything, about the whole
situation felt perfectly real. Tyler's cock felt exactly like the
real thing, I assumed, and it was so easy to pretend it actually
was. Little electric thrills ran through my body every time I
thought about what I was doing and how wrong it was. My pussy was
soon begging for attention and I shoved my free hand down the front
of my pants to caress it, assuring it that it wouldn't be
ignored.

"That feels so good," Tyler breathed. "So...."

"Real?" I said, taking a brief pause from my task.
"Like you're actually getting sucked off by your sister?"

He nodded. "Yeah, exactly like that."

He pushed on the back of my head again, forcing me to
let his cock back in my mouth. I happily bobbed up and down on it,
loving every time I got a vocal response from him. Occasionally I'd
stop moving just for a second or two just so he'd have to make me
keep going. It didn't take long for him to catch on.

"Why is it you always seem to want me to force you?"
he asked. "Because I know for a fact you don't really want to
stop."

I was going to answer him, but it turned out he
wasn't really interested. He'd been standing relatively still up
until that moment, but then his hips started moving while he held
my head to make sure I couldn't back off too much. I very nearly
came when I realized I was essentially getting face-fucked by my
brother.

My eyes locked on his as he thrust his cock in and
out of my mouth, and I tried to silently communicate that I didn't
want him to stop. I was furiously rubbing my pussy, while
attempting to simultaneously struggle out of my pants at least
enough to get them out of the way. I was getting so, so close.

Then, far too abruptly in my opinion, Tyler simply
stopped and pulled out, his cock still hard and now slick with my
saliva. I pouted up at him, figuring it must just be some cruel
joke.

"I was getting too close to finishing," he explained.
"And as far as I can tell that might just wake us up again."

"But I was almost there too," I whined. "Why couldn't
you have just kept going?"

He shook his head and gave me a look that was right
on the verge of being condescending.

"You got it bad, don't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, dear sister, that you need to learn some
patience."

He helped me stand, then had me lie on the bed. I was
so desperately horny that I could have just grabbed him and forced
him to fuck, or I could have tried at least. I just wanted to cum,
that wasn't too much to ask, was it?

I wiggled in frustration under Tyler's touch while he
finished removing the rest of my clothing, taking every opportunity
to touch both myself and him. If I could have just focused I
probably could have finished off with my fingers, but it had just
been such a loss of stimulation not to have his cock shoved in my
mouth anymore. I either needed him to help me, or get lost, and he
was obliging with neither.

"Patience," he repeated.

He knelt with his knees on either side of my body,
straddling my waist, and leaned down to kiss me. It wasn't quite as
intense as before, but still enough to cut through my horniness and
let something else into my brain, if only briefly. I tugged at his
shirt while he was within reach and pulled it up as far as it would
go, then let him take it off leaving us both naked.

Naked with my brother. It was so very, very naughty,
but I loved it. I just wished I could get some release, enough to
clear my head so that I could fully appreciate everything that was
going on.

"I neeeed it," I told him, well aware I was whining
again.

Tyler smiled and gave me another quick kiss.

"I'll take care of it," he said. "Just calm
down."

"Can't calm down when I'm all excited like this, and
you're being so mean."

"If I was that mean, I probably wouldn't do
this."

He slowly backed down my body, occasionally pausing
to kiss my neck, or my breasts, or my tummy, but eventually his
mouth was where I really wanted it to be; right over my
long-suffering pussy. Even his breath on it was delicious torture,
and it seemed to take him forever to actually do anything.

I made some kind of weird, surprised squeak when he
finally stuck his tongue out and licked me, and I had to clamp my
hands over my mouth to keep from making any more embarrassing
noises. Having my brother eat me out might have been even better
than the blowjob I'd given him, despite how much more gentle and
restrained he was about it.

Not that it mattered much, because I had been way too
turned on for way too long and I was ready to explode. He got a
total of maybe two minutes of working on me before I came all over
his tongue. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, emanating from my
pussy and traveling the length of my body to each of my
extremities.

I was absolutely consumed by my orgasm, yet at the
very fringe of my awareness I realized something wasn't right.
Everything faded out until I was briefly in pure blackness, and for
a moment I worried that something was actually wrong. Then things
were merely dark instead of fully black, and I found myself back in
our house, on the couch with Tyler where we'd fallen asleep.

He was looking at me, having most likely woken up at
the same time I had, though he seemed a little more alert.
Strangely, I didn't feel the carried-over horniness previous dream
sessions had left me, only the pleasant afterglow of an amazing
orgasm. My brother hadn't gotten off so lucky. He was still hard as
a rock, I could make that out in even in the dimly lit room.

"That was awesome," I whispered.

"Told you," he said. "Patience."

"More fun my way." I leaned over and kissed him
gently on the cheek. "Do you want, like, help with that?" I asked,
nodding toward his hard-on. "Or are you just gonna take care of
it."

He thought about it. "Probably best if I do it. It'd
actually be real now if, you know, you were to touch me."

"Wouldn't make that much difference though, that last
one felt pretty damn real."

"We can't--"

"I know, I know. You're right. Just doesn't seem fair
is all, after what you did for me."

"Trust me, you did plenty for me too."

He stood up, his cock doing it's best to poke its way
out through the front of his pants, and walked awkwardly toward his
room.

"We'll talk tomorrow," he said.

I watched him go and tried to work up the energy to
head to bed myself.

"Good night," I called softly, even though he was out
of hearing range.

I sighed and stood up. There were so many different
emotions running through me, I probably just needed to get some
proper sleep. There was a chance it would help.

****

The next few days completely sucked for me. It turned
out that Tyler had some kind of plans for the weekend, and he'd be
gone until late Sunday. In some ways I wanted to be angry at him
for not staying, but that was unfair. If anything, it was probably
good that he had normal things going on in his life.

I tried to distract myself by hanging out with
friends and looking up porn with guys that looked a little bit like
my brother, but it didn't really help. I couldn't stop thinking
about him, and not even necessarily in a sexual way. In hindsight
the search for a porn doppelganger had probably been a mistake.

My biggest problem was that I was developing feelings
I didn't particularly want. I missed Tyler when he wasn't around,
and three straight days of it was absolute torture. I texted him a
few different times, but he never answered fast enough for us to
have a proper conversation and I just ended up in worse shape that
before. It was one of those irrational things where waiting too
long for a reply meant the person on the other end didn't care that
much, even when I knew that wasn't the case in this instance.

I was in such a pathetic state by Saturday night that
I actually snuck into his room and slept in his bed, all huddled up
in his blankets and wearing one of his shirts. It was a sad, sad
state of affairs. It was even worse because I'd just gotten used to
looking forward to my dreams, and now they were back to the plain
old nonsense they'd always been. Apparently proximity had more of
an impact than we'd realized.

Sunday was a little better because at least I had his
return to look forward to, but that only lasted so long. When he
hadn't come back by mid-afternoon I more or less gave up, and by
the evening I was sure he wasn't going to be back at all. I went to
bed feeling very alone.

****

It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. I
couldn't get comfortable, and, more problematically, I couldn't get
my mind to shut down. It might well have been hours before I
finally managed it, though it was impossible to know for sure
because, of course, once I fell asleep there was no clock for me to
check.

Strangely, once I did drift off, I found myself in
the dream room. I didn't get it at first since I'd never been there
without Tyler, but it didn't take me long to realize he actually
was there, looking somewhat amused at my confusion.

"Where'd you come from?" I asked.

"Same place as always," he said.

"You know what I mean. You haven't been here the past
two nights, and you still wer--"

"I got back late," he interrupted. "But I'm here.
Or... there. Or something. I'm back anyway."

I ran to him and threw myself into his arms, kissing
him fiercely. He hugged me tight and kissed me back, and for a long
moment that was all that mattered to me.

"I missed you," I said. "Way, way too much."

"Me too. Kinda wish I'd just stayed home."

"Well at least you won't make that mistake again,
right?"

I dragged him over to the bed and we fell on it
together. I climbed on top of him, running my hands all over his
chest and shoulders, my lips never leaving his for more than a few
seconds at a time. Even though I liked him being the aggressive
one, this time I was in the mood to take control instead.

His shirt was in the way, so I pulled it off, almost
strangling him in the process before he tilted his head to let it
slide past. I sank my head down to his bare chest and trailed quick
kisses across it while he ran his fingers through my hair. I needed
him so badly, and we'd only been apart three days. By the pressure
of his growing erection against my leg, I guessed that he had
similar feelings. Or maybe he just liked being pounced on.

"You're going kind of crazy," he said.

"So?"

"I'm ju--"

I silenced him by pressing my mouth firmly against
his, while simultaneously grinding hard on his crotch. He groaned
as I sat up, and I looked straight at him while I pulled my shirt
off, then my bra. His gaze was blatantly on my naked breasts, and
it made me even hornier to see the look of pure lust in his eyes.
He wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.