Dreamweaver

Marley awoke from her dream in a right state. This had been happening entirely too often. She had been having the same dream every night for about a month now. She was alone in her office after-hours (as was usually the case even when she was awake, being a workaholic) when a man came through the door to her office and completely ravaged her body. The things this man did to her in dreams made her body tingle when she was awake. It wasn't just any man, either—it was her older brother, Hunter.

Marley was a semi-conservative woman, and she found this dream rather irrational and unsettling. Granted, she was single and hadn't been with a man in quite some time, but shouldn't she be fantasizing about men NOT related to her? That part seemed sensible to her.

The thing that upset Marley most of all was how aroused she found herself after having these dreams about her brother. She crawled out of bed and as all of this tumbled around in her head, she resigned herself to yet another shower filled with intense, self-induced orgasms as she thought about her brother.

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Hunter was very pleased with himself. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten into this situation, but he was very sure he would take advantage of it. He found that if he concentrated hard enough, he could project himself into the subconscious thoughts of whomever he chose. As she had been the inspiration of many nights of masturbation, his younger sister Marley seemed to be the perfect subject for his newfound talent.

Even in adolescence, Marley was gorgeous. 5'6", creamy white skin, and spectacular auburn curls, cascading down her back, nearly touching her bottom. She had always been an avid runner, and it showed, as there was not an ounce of fat on her. She had toned legs, hips that a model would kill for, a flat stomach, and incredible 36C breasts. Marley also had beautiful green eyes that constantly twinkled and a perfect mouth that always seemed to be smiling.

Because of her beauty and the overpowering effect Marley had on him, Hunter wanted to "return the favor", in a way. He knew she would never think of him in a romantic or sexual way on her own, so he would create those thoughts for her. His desire was to make Marley yearn for him—to realize that he was the only man she would ever need. Of course, this would take time and energy, but he was willing to make that "sacrifice". All those years of fantasizing about her may finally have the end result he craved. Just thinking about his baby sister was putting Hunter in a state of unrest, and he thought it wise to set his mind on other things.

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As Marley was leaving her office in downtown Manhattan, she thought back to her dreams. As taboo as it was, she couldn't help but think about her brother. They were indeed from the same family, though you couldn't tell by looking at them. Hunter was much taller than she was, towering over her at 6'4". He had jet-black hair and piercing amethyst-colored eyes, which went splendidly with his perfectly tanned skin and muscular body. She was jealous of him in that respect, as he never had the need for exercise. His overwhelming masculinity seemed natural, while she worked hard for her very feminine figure.

Marley attempted to push these thoughts from her mind as she made her way to her car. She was tired, and wanted nothing more than to slip into a hot bath and relax. The drive home went more smoothly than usual, considering the amount of traffic on the road. Upon entering her condo, she found it rather difficult to get Hunter off her mind, for no matter how hard she tried, she kept seeing his face...kept imagining how his arms would feel wrapped around her. Why were these thoughts taking over her mind?

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Hunter was very much enjoying the effect he was having upon Marley. He knew it was causing her distress to think of her brother in a sexual manner, but he also knew she would give in to the thoughts in time. She seemed to be a very sexual person by nature, though he obviously didn't know from experience. He decided to do a little test.

As he was dialing Marley's phone number, he was both nervous and confident. After what seemed like a year, he finally heard her voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey sis, it's Hunter."

"Hey, Hunt! I was just thinking about you. How are you doing?"

"Thinking about me? Why on earth would you be thinking about your goofy brother?"

"Oh, I was just wondering how you're doing. We haven't talked in a while, I miss you!"

"I miss you, too, sis. How's work going?"

"Oh, it's great. You know me; first one there, last to leave. You know, we should get together soon. We haven't done anything together in the longest time."

"That sounds like a good idea. You sure you can squeeze me into your busy schedule?"

"I'll always have time for you, big brother! Just let me know when you're free, and I'm all yours!"

"Definitely. I have to get going for now, but I'll give you a call soon."

"You better! Take care of yourself. I love you!"

"Love you too, Marley."

As they said their goodbyes, Hunter couldn't believe his luck. When they were teenagers, they didn't spend too much time together, other than the obligatory family get-togethers. Suddenly, Marley wanted to spend time with him—and she was very enthusiastic about it to boot. He was having a much better time of this than he had imagined, and decided to take things one step further.

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As Marley hung up the phone, she realized she had goose bumps. The thoughts she had been having, coupled with hearing his voice on the phone, had her creaming like never before. She had just finished running her bath when she hung up the phone, and as she lowered herself into the steaming water, she felt her tension from work melting away—yet another tension was brewing. She felt herself longing for her brother in ways that she knew she should not. Thoughts of Hunter filled her mind once more, and as she imagined what his chest would feel like under her hands, how it would feel to have his weight on top of her, she realized her hands were now traveling her body.

Her fingertips fluttered against the small expanse of her stomach, making their way up to her breasts. Ever so lightly, she pinched her taut, cherry nipples, electricity seeming to shoot up her spine as she did so. Enjoying herself thoroughly, she tweaked her nipples harder, craving a firmer touch. Keeping one hand at her breasts, she allowed the other to find its way down her body, moving very slowly. She felt the smoothness of her skin under the water's surface and savored the experience. Marley's traveling hand finally reached its destination, delicately pushing its way through the outer folds of her pussy. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers found their way to her engorged clitoris, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

As her finger flicked against the tip of her clit, she imagined it was Hunter's tongue, and the hand that continued to maul her breasts was no longer hers—that was Hunter's as well. Imagining her brother commanding her body this way brought her immense pleasure, and soon she was on the brink of a very powerful orgasm. She rubbed her clit furiously, moaning loudly now, as her orgasm washed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure surged throughout her body, yet she couldn't seem to get enough. She continued to massage her clit until her body just couldn't take anymore. After she came down from her orgasmic high, she realized she was still in the bath, and the water was quite cold. Lifting herself out of the water, she dried herself off and made her way to the bedroom. If Hunter was having this effect on her now, how on earth would she be able to control herself when she was with him?

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As Hunter brought himself back from Marley's world, he couldn't believe how simple it had been to manipulate his sisters' thoughts. The fact that she was going along with it so easily told him she had thought about this much more than she led on. Experiencing her orgasm with her had been very erotic, and Hunter realized his erection was straining to be released from the confines of his jeans. He rubbed himself through his pants, and he once again imagined it was Marley's hand. He freed his cock and as he stroked himself slowly, he envisioned his beautiful sister lying in the tub of water pleasuring herself. That was the only image he needed in his mind to bring on his orgasm. As jets of hot white semen shot out of his cock, he wished Marley could have been there to experience his orgasm with him as he had with hers. As he cleaned himself up, he decided he would wait a few days before calling Marley again. He wanted that time to work with her mind, to have her absolutely crazy with lust for him by the time he spoke with her.

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It had been several days since her short conversation with Hunter, and Marley was now missing her brother terribly. She hadn't the slightest idea what had come over her lately, but she felt the need to be with Hunter constantly. Before their conversation a few days earlier, they hadn't spoken in quite some time. They had grown apart, mainly due to the fact that they lived in different states, so it was quite confusing to Marley that she missed him the way she did.

After a particularly rough day at work, she was simply lounging around her house when the phone rang. Her heart skipped a beat (as it had every time the phone rang lately), hoping it would be him. Hearing her friend Amy's voice on the other line crushed her hopes, but they had a good chat nonetheless. She hung up the phone, intending on going to bed, when the phone rang again. Expecting it to be Amy, having forgotten to tell her something, she picked up the receiver and said "What now?"

"Wow, nice to talk to you too, sis!"

"Hunter!! Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you. I was just talking to Amy, and I figured she had just forgotten something. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm alright. Are you busy this weekend?"

"Just have a project I have to finalize for work, but that won't take me long. Why?"

"Well, I was hoping I could take you up on that offer of yours. I need to get out of my apartment for a few days, and I was thinking of driving up to see you...if you're not too busy, of course."

"Too busy? Not an option! I'll have my guest bedroom ready for you when you get here—which would be...?"

"Thursday night? Is that too early?"

"Not at all. I'll take Friday off so we can have the whole weekend—I'll show you around the city. Sound good?"

"Sounds great. I'll give you a call before I leave. Talk to you Thursday."

"Ok. Take care of yourself. Love you!"

"Love you too, sis."

Marley was in seventh heaven as she placed the phone receiver back in the cradle. She was so excited to hear from her brother, and the anticipation of seeing him in two days was almost more than she could bear. She had her reservations, of course. This was her brother after all. She would need to restrain herself around him. Although she was yearning for much more than brotherly love from Hunter, she knew that's all she could ever have, and she wouldn't compromise her relationship with him because of a few erotic thoughts, however powerful they may be.

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As Hunter packed his clothes on Thursday morning, he wondered what would unfold over the course of the upcoming days. From what he could see, Marley wanted much more than she was letting on. He knew she wouldn't push things farther than was considered acceptable, so he knew he would have to push her buttons a little bit.

He took a break from packing for a few minutes to "visit" Marley once more. He immediately realized she was at work, but decided to continue with his plan. As he planted more erotic thoughts into Marley's subconscious, he also told her it was okay to desire her brother the way she did, that what she felt was not wrong. He just hoped she would take the bait. Given her responses thus far, he didn't think it would be a problem. He wrenched himself away from Marley to return to his task. Around 3:00, when he had packed everything he thought he would need, he dialed Marley's work number and entered her extension.

"Marley Jensen."

"Hey sis, it's me."

"Hey Hunt! What's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know I'll be leaving in a few minutes. I should be at your place around 6:00."

"Ok, great! Bring your appetite with you, I'm cooking!"

"I think I can do that. I'll see you later tonight. Love you."

"Love you too. Drive safe!"

Hunter hung up the phone and smiled. He knew wonderful things were going to happen this weekend, no matter how hard Marley tried to fight it. He was having too great of an effect on her, and her resistance was too weak. There was no way she would be able to turn him down.

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Marley was preparing dinner when her doorbell rang. It was only 5:00...he was early. Not that it was upsetting her any, she figured it was more time to spend with him. She bounded to the front door, overly-excited about seeing her brother. She looked through the peep-hole, just to make sure it was him, and when she saw his familiar face, she smiled broadly and swung open the door. Hunter looked down at her and grinned, then picked her up in a big bear hug. Marley wrapped her arms and legs around her big brother, happy just to have him near her again.

"It's great to see you, sis."

"I'm so glad you could come and visit. Now hurry up and get in here, you're letting out all the warm air!"

"Ok, ok, sorry. Something smells good, what are you making?"

"Oh, just a little homemade pasta sauce. Make yourself at home. The guest bedroom is up the stairs, first door on the right."

"Ok, thanks. I'm just going to put my stuff away; I'll be down in a few minutes."

Marley watched as he climbed the staircase. He had a wonderful ass, and watching him walk was pure joy. Hell, just looking at him was pure joy. She scolded herself again as she thought of Hunter this way. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was wrong—yet something kept telling her otherwise. She ripped her thoughts away from him and went back to cooking. She had to finish everything so they could actually eat dinner.

Once dinner was prepared, she and Hunter sat down and enjoyed the meal. They caught up on events in each others' lives, carefully avoiding the subject of significant others. Hunter knew there was no one else in Marley's life, but she had no idea about her brother's love life. She didn't want to find out he had a girlfriend back home, else her hopes for the weekend be shattered. When they were done eating, Hunter offered to help her with the dishes.

"I'll wash, you dry," he told her.

"Sounds like a deal."

They carried their plates and silverware to the sink, and Hunter turned on the water and started washing everything. When everything was clean, and Marley had most of the dishes dried, he turned from her momentarily. After he made sure the water wasn't too hot, he grabbed the hose and squirted Marley square in the chest. She squealed in surprise, though had nothing to retaliate with. He was blocking her access to the faucet, so she couldn't even turn off the water. She was quickly becoming soaked, and strangely, aroused at the same time. She ran behind him and wrapped her arms around him, getting him wet, also. Not able to reach her anymore, Hunter laughed and turned off the water.

"Is this how you treat your host, Hunter?"

"Oh, stop! You know you're having fun!"

She couldn't argue. She was having fun with him. At this point, she realized she still had her arms wrapped around him. She also realized that he hadn't made any attempt to remove her or pull himself away. In fact, he had taken her hands in his and pulled her arms tighter around him, even moved them down slightly. Marley quickly got nervous and removed her arms from around his waist.

"I'm going to go upstairs and change out of these wet clothes, thanks to you. Why don't you pick out a movie? We'll camp out in the living room for a while."

"Sure thing."

As she walked away, Hunter couldn't help but stare at Marley's cute bottom wiggling at him. He felt his cock twitch, and had to tear his eyes away from the view. He made his way to the living room, peeling off his now wet shirt as he went, draping it on a kitchen chair. He perused her video collection quickly before finding one of his favorites. He placed it in the DVD player and got comfortable on the couch, sprawling himself out. Moments later, he heard Marley padding down the stairs, making her way back to the living room. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her. She had changed into a white satin nightgown, and she looked absolutely stunning. The fabric stopped mid-thigh, and the creaminess of her skin, mixed with the brilliance of her hair caused an instant erection within his jeans. Marley walked over to the couch and placed her hands on her hips.

"Take over the place, why don't you?"

"Hey, you told me to make myself at home...it's your own fault!"

"Yeah, I guess it is. Come on, move over...make some room for me!"

Hunter swung his legs off the couch and sat up, and as he did so, Marley's breath now caught in her throat. Being shirtless, it was easy to see his muscles flex as he moved, and though he didn't realize she noticed, his tight jeans did nothing to hide his very sizeable erection. Upon seeing this, she became instantly aroused. She sat softly on the couch and drew her legs up underneath her. Hunter started the movie and got comfortable again.

When Marley noticed he had chosen a scary movie, she tensed slightly. Hunter noticed, but decided not to say anything. Instead, he entered her mind once more, telling her to relax and get closer to him. Almost instantly, she crawled over on the couch and curled up next to him, taking his arm and wrapping it around her shoulders. He had to stop himself from smirking.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't like watching scary movies by myself. I'm glad you're here."

He tightened his grip around her shoulders, and they started watching the movie. During one scene Marley jumped, and as a result, Hunter's hand caressed the side of her breast. Her nipple tightened instantly, but neither of them really acknowledged the touch. The more scenes that made Marley jump, the more their touches increased. Her hands would grip his thigh, moving closer and closer to his crotch, while his hand covered her right breast, caressing it lightly.

Marley turned from the TV and looked at Hunter. He was already looking at her, and when their eyes met, they didn't need to speak. They both knew what was happening, and though it seemed wrong, it felt right. Hunter bent his head down and gently kissed Marley, both of them hesitant, exploring new and seemingly forbidden territory. When each of them found it to their liking, their kiss deepened. Hunter wrapped both of his arms around his sister, bringing her closer to him. Marley suddenly pulled away from the kiss and turned from him.

"We shouldn't be doing this. You're my brother! It's wrong."

"Does it feel wrong?"

"Well...no..."

"Then why question it?"

"I—"

Marley tried to speak, but was silenced by her brother, kissing her once more. She wanted to fight it, but her desire to be with her brother was too strong, and she gave in. She melted into his kiss, her arms crushed to his naked chest as he pulled her onto his lap. She placed her palms against his chest and savored the feel of his hot skin next to hers. Hunter pulled away briefly and looked at her.