My Brother's Dreams Ch. 02

"Oh God, Mark," I moaned quietly.

He started pushing his penis against my panties, struggling to penetrate me. I wasn't sure if he realized that I even had them on. Each thrust ran right across my clitoris, which made my body tremble.

"I want you inside me," I moaned into the side of his head, my hands clutched onto his hair.

He pressed more forcefully. It felt like he was trying to rip right through my panties with his rock hard penis. But I didn't think it was possible. Not even with his mammoth erection. So I reached my hand down between our legs and pulled the fabric of my panties to the side. He kept pushing into me while I moved it out of the way.

The next thrust struck home. My body tensed, flaring up with pleasure and pain in the same instant. I felt my brother's penis slide up inside me. I thought it would stop, that it was in all the way, but he kept pushing. Further he went. Deeper. I was moaning over and over again, mixed with some whimpering. And then he was in all the way, and I felt him pulling back. Relief flooded me as the pain receded. Only pleasure remained.

Mark drove forward again and my world started to black out. It was too much pleasure all at once. I didn't think I could take it. I literally felt like I was going to pass out. "Ooooohhhh mmmyyyyy Goodddddd," I said through a long moan. He pulled back once more, then pushed into me. I felt his rhythm speeding up.

And then I felt his penis swelling inside of me. He started trembling, his body shaking. He was going to cum.

But what if the pill isn't working yet? If I'm not pregnant, what if this time does it? I wanted to scream. But the panic flared to the surface again and I fought through layers of lust to try to regain control of myself.

I moaned, but pushed hard against something. Mark. His chest lifted up and I kept pushing. Oh fuck that feels good! As I pushed against him, I felt his enormous penis sliding out of me, and it made me tremble. I realized that my orgasm was literally seconds away.

I have to stop this! I felt like I was screaming to myself. With one more final force of effort, I pushed him the rest of the way up and he stood up, stumbling backward. A rush of cool air enveloped me, and I gasped. My heart was pounding. My blood was moving fast, hot. I felt the tingling of my orgasm coursing through my body.

Mark sputtered, "Lena, wha--? What? Why?" He was breathing raggedly. I stared at him and saw his penis literally pulsing with each breath. He was shaking. I saw fluid dribbling out of its head. He looked unsteady, but somehow held himself up.

"I'm sorry!" I breathed.

"But why??" he asked. "I thought you were on birth control?" he said it as a question.

I was still trying to catch my breath. "I was. I am. Just, give me a second," I needed more time to catch my breath and calm down.

We both remained silent for several minutes while our blood cooled. He finally sat down on the couch and leaned back. He was out of breath. I stared between his legs, watching his immense hard-on. It wasn't going away at all. I felt bad for what I did, but I had to.

"What's going on, Lea?" Mark finally asked after several minutes. His breathing was returning to normal, although his penis was still half-way erect.

I shivered, feeling cold and exposed. I was still lying back in my chair, naked except for my ruined panties. Closing my eyes, I told him, "We shouldn't have had sex last night."

He didn't answer me. When I opened my eyes and looked at him, I saw a pained look on his face. I realized that he was probably taking this entirely the wrong way. I growled, frustrated with myself. I needed to just tell him everything.

"I didn't say I didn't want to," I said.

He looked at me and asked, "Then what do you mean?"

"I mean we shouldn't have, because I didn't wait long enough after starting on birth control," I explained.

He frowned. "Why did you have sex with me then?" he asked.

"Because I wanted it that bad," I admitted.

He nodded slightly. "But we shouldn't have... because you might get pregnant?"

I nodded.

"Fuck. Why didn't you just tell me that?" he asked. He didn't sound angry. Maybe a little frustrated.

I shook my head, "I don't know."

He ran his fingers through his hair. Then he asked, "I wouldn't have been upset. We could have waited, sis. Damn."

I bit my lip, feeling suddenly ashamed. But I wanted to be open with him. I whispered, "I couldn't wait."

His head jerked up and his jaw dropped slightly. "What do you mean?" he asked.

I shrugged, feeling embarrassed. All of my eagerness last night to get home and climb into bed with him was threatening to be revealed. I didn't want him to know about that. I didn't want him to know how turned on I had been. I didn't want him to know how badly I still wanted him right now.

"Why couldn't you wait?" he asked gently, curious.

I sighed, and then let the truth flow from my lips in a torrent. I spoke quietly, "It's hard to explain. I wanted you. I mean, I wanted you more than I've ever wanted anyone. And after our first time together, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I wanted you so bad that I couldn't stop myself from having you."

When he didn't answer me, I looked over at him. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be concentrating. Then I noticed that his erection was back in full force. His hands were gripping the cushions on the couch. As I stared at his penis, I noticed it twitching gently, as if it were being controlled by his heartbeat. I licked my lips without thinking.

Silently, I stood up from the chair and padded over to the couch. I sat down next to him and his eyes fluttered open in surprise. I reached out my hand tentatively and touched my fingers lightly against his erection. He sucked in a breath. His flesh was searing hot as my fingers curled around it.

"Wait," he breathed.

I looked up at him, my hand still wrapped around his penis. "Why?" I asked.

"It's not fair if it's only me," he answered.

A profound emotion burst to life within me. I couldn't believe that he had enough willpower to ask me not to give him an orgasm. There was only one thing that I could think of that would enable a person to do that. To prevail over the intense lust that I knew he must have been feeling right then. I realized that I was not alone with my feelings toward my brother. Without ever uttering it, I knew there was love flowing both ways between us. More than just sibling love.

When I didn't say anything, he asked, "How long until it's safe?" My hand was still wrapped around him, but I wasn't moving it.

I shrugged and said, "Usually a week or so."

"Usually?" he asked. I slowly pulled my hand away and he let out a breath. It sounded like relief.

I looked away from him but he reached out and gently turned my face back toward him. He whispered, "What aren't you telling me?"

I couldn't hold it back anymore. My voice came out in a trembling whisper, "I think I might be pregnant."

His mouth fell open and his hand dropped to his lap. He stared at me, but I knew he wasn't seeing me. He was seeing his possible future with a child spawned by a moment of incest. And suddenly I felt extremely ashamed.

"I-I-I might not be," I stuttered. "I have a pregnancy test in my purse."

He seemed to snap out of his reverie and he narrowed his eyes at me. He didn't look angry. Just intense. "Did you take it already?" he asked.

I shook my head.

He frowned. "Why not?"

I almost started laughing when I realized he was the reason I hadn't taken it yet. When I came home, I had been rushing to the bathroom to take the bloody test and then he intercepted me. And that had led to us having sex again. By the time I finished thinking the entire thought, I did start laughing. He looked surprised.

"I didn't take it yet because you made me talk to you as soon as I got home. And then we fucked. Remember?" My laughter turned into a giggle by the end of my explanation. I don't know why I chose the word "fucked", but for some reason, it seemed to fit my mood.

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed.

"Exactly!" I said, laughing again. It was helping to dispel some of my nervousness.

"Well, uh. Do you want to go take it now?" he asked. He smiled, but didn't laugh. I could tell he was trying to hide his nervousness.

I glanced over at my purse, which was lying on the floor near the coat closet. The test was in there. Without answering, I stood and walked over to it and dug it out. I held up the cardboard box to show him and then walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

My hands were shaking as I opened the package. I looked over the instructions again and then removed the sterility shield from the thing. I held it between my legs and waited for my body to pee. It took a few seconds, but once it started, I peed for a long time.

The instructions said it could take up to five minutes for the results to show up. So I quickly washed my hands and waited. A knock on the door made me jump, and then I heard Mark ask, "Can I come in?"

I nodded, but realized he couldn't see me. "Yes," I croaked.

He opened the door and stepped up next to me. We both stared down at the tester, which was sitting on the counter. I felt something warm on my arm and as I turned my head, Mark's hand twined itself in mine. I stared at it for a moment and then looked up at his face. He was smiling.

I'll never forget my brother's words as he whispered to me, "No matter what happens, you don't have to go through this alone. You have me."

Tears started leaking down my face again and I couldn't talk. Emotion exploded in my chest, surging to every part of my body. I felt myself starting to shake, but Mark wrapped a steady arm around my shoulder. I leaned my head into him and we both watched in silence as the tester showed us the result.

Negative.

I sobbed. I wasn't totally sure why I was crying, but I felt relieved. Even though the woman had told me it wasn't always accurate, I felt like it was true. I wasn't pregnant. I leaned harder into my brother, and brought my hand up to his other shoulder.

I stared down at my brother's chest. It was beautifully muscular. I tilted my head down further and saw that his penis was rock hard and pointing at me. I looked up at his face and smiled. He smiled back at me. Then I sidestepped and pushed against him, forcing him to take a step backwards. I pushed harder, and he took another step. Step after step, I steered him across the hall and into my bedroom. When we reached my bed, I gave him a shove and he fell backward onto my sheets.

Mark was looking up at me as I stared down at his naked body on my bed. His erection seemed to be calling to me. I realized I was staring at it, hypnotized. And then I was on my knees before the bed. Mark had his neck craned and was looking at me, his penis in between us. Licking my lips, I shuffled forward until I was partly leaning on my bed.

My brother's erection was only a few inches from my face. I continued staring at it, examining it. I reached out a hand and touched one finger against the side of his penis. He gasped, and watched as it twitched gently. Slowly, I traced the contours of his penis, feeling the softness of his skin. I saw a faint vein on the underside and I ran my finger along it. He moaned quietly while I explored him.

When I reached the head, I traced a ring around his entire penis, ending at the bottom where the ring seemed to start. At the starting point of the ring, a small V was formed. I heard Mark's moan get louder, "Uhhhhnnn."

I added a second finger, then a third, caressing him. I slowly slid my fingers up and down and around the sides to the back of his penis. It started twitching more frequently, and his moaning never stopped. I licked my lips, glancing up toward his face. He wasn't looking at me anymore. He had his head back on the bed, and I assumed his eyes were closed.

Turning my attention back to the massive erection in front of me, I watched as my fingers slowly wrapped around his shaft. They looked tiny by comparison. I could only touch my middle finger to my thumb. The other fingers wouldn't reach. With my hand clasped onto his penis, I slid it down to the base. He gasped in response. Then I slowly slid it back up to the top, his moan rising with my hand.

My legs started to cramp up. Without letting go of his penis, I pushed myself up and then jumped onto my bed, swinging my legs around. The only way to position myself was to slide my legs toward my pillows, lying at a slight angle from Mark's body. I rolled onto my stomach so I could get better access to my work. I was suddenly completely enraptured by my brother's penis.

My hand slid up as I repositioned myself, and that awarded me with another moan. Licking my lips again, I pulled myself forward, closer to his crotch. I slowly slid my fingers back down as I wiggled forward until my head was hovering just over his penis.

I stared down at my brother's penis, noting how it looked from this angle. I could see the tiny hole at the top. It was damp with a shiny fluid. Mark's body trembled, causing his erection to twitch between my fingers. I licked my lips one more time as I saw a dribble of clear fluid ooze from the tip of his penis.

Sticking my tongue out slightly, I descended toward him. I had only ever given one other blowjob in my life, and it wasn't very pleasant for me. But this was completely different. My first blowjob had been done out of obligation. My boyfriend at the time had gone down on me several times, and he had protested that I never did the same for him. So I did. I had been terrified that I would do something wrong. I did manage to keep my teeth from scraping against him, but it was an all-around disappointing experience.

But disappointment was the furthest thing from my mind this time. I stared at my brother's member as I lowered my face closer. And I knew that I wanted to taste him. I wanted to know what his precum tasted like. I wanted to suck on his skin, to feel him sliding between my lips.

My tongue touched the very tip of his penis. I thought the precum would have a stronger taste, but I barely noticed it. It was sticky and smooth at the same time. I flicked the tip of my tongue against him, lapping up the small amount of fluid that was there. That produced a loud moan. I breathed in deeply, smelling my brother. The entire situation felt extremely erotic to me.

I kept my hands locked at the base of his penis, just to steady it. Slowly, I started gliding my tongue around the rim of his penis. "Oh God," he whispered. I went around the rim one more time, savoring the feel of his silky skin. He was hot. Very hot. I wanted him in my mouth. The urge was so powerful that I didn't even think about stopping at that point.

Pushing forward a little more, I pressed my lips against the head of his penis. Ever so slowly, I pushed myself forward. At the same time, I started sliding my hand upward along his shaft. He moaned loudly, his penis twitching as my lips started to spread apart. I wanted him to feel amazing.

I realized suddenly that doing this to my brother was turning me on in ways I had never experienced before. My legs were clamped together as tight as I could. There was a warm tingling that was radiating from my clitoris. It was a little hard to concentrate, but I forced myself to proceed.

It took all of my will to go slowly. I pressed down, feeling his enormous penis start to push my lips apart. He moaned as I started to take him inside of me. As soon as the tip of his penis was past my lips, I licked it. I tasted more precum and I swallowed. My lips compressed when I swallowed, and Mark moaned again. His hips involuntarily thrust upward an inch and I felt him slide further inside of my mouth.

My hands finally met my lips. I held my mouth there, not pushing any further. I was afraid to find out how far I could actually fit him in my mouth. My lips were already a bit stretched. I spent the next thirty seconds holding still except for my tongue, which I swirled around the head of his penis.

My swirling tongue produced new reactions in Mark. I felt his body tensing, his leg muscles flexing. "Oooooh," he moaned. Then he whispered, "Lea, I can't go very long like this..."

His words egged me on. I swallowed again and he flinched. Then I gently pressed my lips forward, letting the mass of his penis slide further into me. It was already in almost as far as I could handle, and I wasn't even a third of the way down! I swallowed again and felt more precum drip onto my tongue. It was like an aphrodisiac. I squeezed my legs together again, squirming. Everything from my abdomen down was tingling.

I was breathing through my nose, taking in deep breaths. I didn't want to pull away from him, but I was afraid to go any further. Instead, I started moving my hand again. Down and back up, down and up. I felt saliva dripping from my mouth, coating the sides of his hot member. He moaned heavily, breathing hard. He sounded close to climax.

Suddenly I felt something tugging at my legs. I protested at first, not wanting to stop rubbing my thigh against my clit. But the tugging was insistent and I relented. I immediately felt my legs being dragged closer to Mark. His hands were warm as he gently pulled my hips and then pushed to get my body to turn sideways.

I had to pull my mouth off of him a bit as he positioned my body where he wanted, but I didn't resist. And then we were both lying sideways, facing each other but from opposite ends. My body started to tremble.

With my head lying sideways and two inches of Mark's penis still in my mouth, I reached behind him with my other hand and used his butt for leverage while I slowly sucked more of him into me. He sucked in a deep gasp just as I felt myself gagging slightly. I pulled back, sucking in deep breaths through my nose.

I was just about to push forward again when fire erupted between my legs. Mark's face was buried between my thighs, and I felt his tongue exploring the outside of my entrance. I gasped, which turned into a moan half way. I pushed my head back until just the tip of his penis was still in my mouth.

Mark's tongue gently lapped all around my vagina licking up my juices. He very carefully avoided touching my opening and my clitoris. But it felt good all the same. I had had a fair share of guys who performed oral sex on me, but nothing this intense had ever happened in my life.

I finally recovered enough to push my lips back down his penis. I felt them expanding as I took more of him in my mouth. I made it another half inch further than I had the last time. I paused there, taking him in, exploring his skin with my tongue. It was hard to move my tongue around where I wanted to with my mouth so full. God damn he is big!

Instead of trying to use my tongue, I decided to start using my lips to pleasure him. Slowly I pulled them back, then pushed forward again. I moved my fingers up to mark my spot so I wouldn't go too far. I pulled back to the head, then pushed against him. The skin on his penis felt silky against my lips. I absolutely loved how it felt.

My eyes opened wide as I felt an intense surge of heat between my legs. And then I felt it. My brother's tongue. He was lapping at my vagina, sliding it inside me a few centimeters every few seconds. Then he ran his tongue upward until it brushed the underside of my clit. My body froze. Wave after wave of pleasure sprang from my clitoris, cascading through my body. I couldn't breathe.

Involuntarily I pulled my head back, his penis sliding from my mouth, and I gasped. My eyes opened wider as he started circling my clit with his tongue. There was so much pleasure between my legs, I didn't feel anything else. I started trembling, shaking. A loud moan burst from my lips, "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!"