My Brother's Dreams Ch. 02

My hand was still wrapped around Mark's penis, and I held it in a firm grip, as if that was my only hold on reality. My moans seemed to be urging my brother on. He started lapping with passion, exploring the domain between my legs. I felt his tongue swirl around my clitoris, then sink down between my lips and up inside my opening. I gasped as he pulled back and then repeated it.

I felt my hips beginning to buck against his face. I felt like he was fucking me with his mouth, and it was pure insanity in my mind. Everything tingled unbelievably. Even my breasts felt like they were buzzing with energy. He swirled his tongue around my clitoris again, and then I felt him suck it into his mouth. I couldn't hold back anything.

I screamed.

My body convulsed. I felt my hips grinding against his face. But he never retreated. With his lips surrounding my clitoris, he started licking it with his tongue, lapping it gently up and down. I was panting, my heart racing. I moaned.

I didn't want it to end. But at the same time, I needed release. I needed to climax. And this was setup to be a very intense climax, I could tell! My body started radiating with circles of pleasure. It all emanated from my crotch, but I felt it from head to toe. My brother's tongue continued to massage my clit. And then I felt his hand reaching under his chin, touching my vaginal lips.

I gasped as I realized what he was about to—"Ooooh!" I moaned. I felt two of his fingers slide up inside me. He curled them inside my opening, and I felt them along the top of my cervix. New pleasure sensations exploded inside of me. I felt like my stomach was spinning with pleasure. I was breathing heavily.

I was going to come.

Mark started pumping his fingers in and out of me, making love to me with his hand. His lips gently sucked on my clitoris, his tongue swirling around from above it. I gasped and bucked and groaned and shook. My orgasm continued to build. It should have already come, but instead the pre-orgasm pressure was getting stronger.

I made myself focus on something. My brother's penis. It waited for me, inches from my parted lips. I licked them, eager. I pulled my hand from around his penis and latched onto his leg. Now both hands held his leg for support. Which meant there was nothing to govern how far my mouth slid down his penis.

But I didn't care.

Mark's tongue swirled frantically around my clitoris, while he gently added a third finger inside my vagina. I moaned as I pushed my head forward. I didn't hesitate as I reached the tip of his penis. I just pressed forward, hard. He slid into my mouth several inches, until I felt myself gagging. With effort, I pulled my lips backward. I didn't let them fall off the end before pushing forward again.

My brother added a fourth finger inside of me, which made me gasp. With four fingers, he was getting closer to approximating the size of his penis. But the difference was that he could spread them out once he was inside of me. He started pumping them in and out, using them for intercourse.

I started pumping my face onto my brother's penis more vigorously. My body was trembling, and I was sweating. I felt a maelstrom of sensations in the lower half of my torso. It felt like I was on fire. My orgasm continued to build in pitch. I felt like a coiling spring. I used my hands to steady myself as I sped up my pumping. In and out his penis went, pushing rapidly between my lips. He was moaning into my crotch. I was moaning into his penis.

Something started to explode. I don't even know where it happened first.

My body convulsed. I felt my orgasm swarming through me. I didn't even notice it had started. One second it was building, the next second it was raging across my entire body, tingling everywhere. At the same instant, my brother's body shook violently. I felt my lips pressing down and his hips jerked toward me, causing his penis to slide deeper into my mouth than before. I was over half way down the length of his shaft when a stream of liquid fire sprayed the back of my throat.

My brother's cum took me off guard and I choked instantly. But my panic was quickly swallowed up by my own orgasm, which made me gasp at the same time. Using my hands, I pushed hard against my brother's legs and managed to get my mouth off of his penis. The tip of it cleared my lips just as a second load burst from it. It sprayed into my eyes, and I snapped them shut. It was dripping everywhere.

I coughed even as torrents of pleasure raced through my body. I felt myself shaking. My cough turned into a moan, and I was shaking. Mark's tongue was still pleasuring my clitoris, although he had stopped penetrating me with his fingers. He held them still inside me.

I started to turn my head when I heard Mark's labored moan, followed by another explosion from his penis. It landed hot against my skin, dripping all over my face. I couldn't open my eyes. My cheeks were soaking. But I didn't care. My body trembled as my orgasm started to settle down. My heart was still racing.

Mark licked me one more time and then pulled his mouth away from my clit. It tingled where his lips had sucked on it. I opened my mouth and took in a deep breath. A final spray of hot cum shot from my brother's penis and landed right on my tongue, making me flinch. I swallowed it without thinking. It was... delicious.

My body buzzed and hummed as my climax wound down. My brother was breathing heavily against the outside of my vagina, his head resting against my thigh. I wiped my face on my bed and then opened my eyes. I was staring at his pulsing penis, wondering if more sperm was going to come out. But it didn't. I licked it one last time and he shivered.

We lay there for several minutes, catching our breath. Mark finally pulled his fingers out of my vagina which made me gasp. Then he whispered, "Oh my fucking god."

I was nodding against his penis, agreeing with him. Oh my fucking god, indeed! I didn't know what to say. That was, without a doubt, the most intense orgasm I had ever had. After what felt like an eternity, I managed to lift my head up and then scoot my body around so I was facing him. He twined his legs in mine and started stroking my hair over my ears. I closed my eyes, smiling.

I didn't even realize that I fell asleep until I woke up a few hours later. It was almost nighttime. Mark stirred next to me and I nestled closer to him. My body felt invigorated, but sore. His eyes opened and he smiled at me. "That was fun," was all he said.

I grinned like an idiot, nodding to him.

He pulled me toward him and our lips met. I tasted a tangy, almost sour flavor on his lips. That made me press my face against his even more, pushing my tongue between his lips. He returned the kiss, and we made out for several minutes. My body responded by heating up pleasantly and I nestled myself closer to him. I felt something warm against my thigh and smiled at him. When we finally pulled away from each other, we were both breathing hard.

Mark reached out and gently placed a hand on my breast. He stared at me as his hand slowly kneaded my breast. My eyes rolled and a soft moan escaped my lips. My chest was tingling where he was touching me, and I felt heat rising between my legs again. I placed a hand on his bare shoulder and ran my fingers down his arm, feeling the curving muscles of his bicep. I shivered.

My brother leaned toward me and kissed my chin, and then began kissing down the skin of my neck. I craned my neck up to give him better access. His hand continued to massage my breast as his lips started to open and close on my skin. He reached the nape of my neck and I moaned as a chill of pleasure rippled downward. I pressed my hips closer to him, feeling my clitoris rub against his leg. I squeezed my thighs around his naked leg as a tingle ran up my stomach.

Mark continued kissing downward until he was opening and closing his lips against the top of my breast. His hand continued to massage it and I gasped when he dragged his thumb over my nipple. He pulled me closer. I felt his penis pressed against my thigh, growing hotter and harder as he slowly rocked himself against my bare leg.

His lips replaced his hand, and then I felt my nipple sucked between his lips. The sensation was electrifying and I squirmed against him, my body heating up like water on a stove. I whimpered as he shifted his body, and I felt his penis slip in between my legs. I started breathing heavily as he pushed himself closer, the tip of his erection burning against the inside of my thigh.

Mark's tongue started flitting across my nipple and my body trembled. It was so soon to be so turned on again, yet there it was. I felt my wetness seeping out of me. My brother slowly pressed himself upward until I felt his penis at the entrance of my vagina.

"Wait," I breathed.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"It's not safe yet," I explained quietly.

He frowned. "How long?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Like a week or something, I guess," I said, frustrated.

He sighed, but nodded.

I smiled and then kissed him again. He pushed his hips slightly and I felt the tip of his penis just barely break the surface, threatening to slide inside me. I sucked in a breath at the sensation. It was excruciatingly hard to resist.

But I gently pushed his body away from mine. He let me move away and after a minute to catch my breath, I finally stood. He stared at my naked body with a smile, and then asked, "So, um... what do you want to do tonight?"

I frowned, thinking about it. Then I shrugged. After a minute he asked, "You want to go out to eat? My treat."

I smiled at him and nodded. That sounded wonderful. I blew him a kiss and then headed to the bathroom to shower. I took my next birth control pill and put the case back in the cabinet. I showered and then went back to my bedroom to get dressed. Mark was still naked on my bed.

As I was putting my clothes on, I took the opportunity to admire his body. He was very nicely proportioned. I saw that the muscles on his thighs were defined and tone. His penis was mostly soft by now, and it looked cute. Cute? His penis looks cute? I laughed suddenly at my own thoughts. But it was true. I really liked how my brother's penis looked.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked, watching me as I pulled a shirt over my head.

"Nothing," I answered.

"Uh huh," he said, not believing me.

"I was just admiring you," I said.

He smiled and asked, "Like what you see?"

I nodded as I started to tie my hair back in a ponytail. "What about you?" I asked.

My brother's eyes slowly looked me up and down. When he reached my face again he whistled quietly and said, "You're hot as hell, sis."

I actually blushed slightly at his compliment, smiling. "So what restaurant are you taking me to?" I asked.

"Hmm," he mused. "What are you in the mood for?"

I shrugged. "Anything except pizza."

He laughed, "Damn. My list of choices were all pizza places. That's fine, I've got some coupons for McDonald's."

I laughed, feeling the last vestiges of my worry from the morning dissipating. Mark had a way of cheering me up that nobody else had ever mastered as well as he had. "You're funny. I love you," I said. I almost choked as I realized what I'd just said. I glanced at him, but it didn't look like he noticed anything weird.

"Thanks," he said as he slid to the edge of my bed and stood up.

I stared at his butt as he walked out of the room, and realized that I really liked the shape of it. It was small, but the muscles from his thighs carried over into it a little, giving them a very nice definition. I suddenly wanted to touch his ass, but I held myself in check.

My thoughts were jumbled as I thought about the fact that I had just told my brother I loved him. Of course, that wasn't the first time I had said that to him. But I realized there was something different about how it felt for me to say it this time. Something felt different. I felt differently toward my brother. I was looking at him in ways I had never looked before. And it wasn't just because we had had sex. Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I believed that the sex was influenced by my emotions, and not the other way around.

Scary. And exciting at the same time.

I walked over to my dresser and started putting on my makeup. I decided to put a dark eye shadow around my eyes. I stopped with the applicator pressed against my eyelid. I realized that Mark liked it when I wore dark eye shadow. He had told me several times over the years. Was I doing it because of that? Oh brother. Literally. I laughed at my own silly thoughts.

I shook my head and finished putting the eye shadow on. Then I put on a tiny bit of foundation, and then mascara. My eyelashes stood out despite the dark eye shadow. The last element was the most crucial. Lipstick. I perused my collection I had sitting on my dresser. I had over twenty different shades. I picked up one and held it up next to my lips, checking the mirror. Too red. I picked up another. Too bright. Then I spotted the winner. It was a dark flesh color that I knew would accent my lips by hiding them. I put it on, covering some of the redness of my lips with it. The color was much darker than my skin color, but not too dark.

Pursing my lips together, I smiled to myself. My hair was still in a ponytail, but I decided I wanted to tie it up in a bun instead. I wanted to change my shirt first, so I grabbed a soft sweater and pulled it on. It matched my hip-hugging jeans nicely. That done, I proceeded to do up my hair.

I was about half way through the procedure when Mark walked back into the room. I glanced at him in the mirror and enjoyed a nice view of his muscular chest. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at my reflection in the mirror and his jaw dropped.

I couldn't help myself from smiling, but I shooed him out of the room and asked him to close the door while I finished getting ready. He obliged after a moment and I resumed working on my hair. I wanted it to be perfect. I grabbed a barrette and put it between my lips while I wound my hair up behind my head. When I had it close to the position I wanted, I used the barrette to hold it in place. I ended up using two barrettes in the end, but I was very happy with the product.

Opening the top drawer of my dresser, I pulled out some special lotion and put a dab on the end of my finger. It was special because of the smell, not because it was some big name brand. It smelled like sweet cotton candy. And I only ever used it when I wanted special attention on a date.

I froze. It dawned on me suddenly that I was about to go on a date with my brother. Not just a "night out". A date. As in, something that people do when they are courting each other. My mouth went dry and I suddenly felt extremely nervous. What the bloody hell? After the sexual experiences my brother and I had shared over the past two days, I was suddenly nervous to go out on a date with him?

Yet there it was, obvious as the sun in the summer. I swallowed. My stomach started to exhibit butterflies like I was fifteen. I felt slightly embarrassed. But beneath my embarrassment, I was nervously excited. When I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, I was smiling.

Taking a deep breath, I left my bedroom and walked to the living room. Mark was sitting in my chair with his coat on. He looked up at me and the look on his face was what I assumed every girl wanted to see. His eyes were wide and he looked me up and down in a very conspicuous way. He stood up slowly, his eyes finally meeting mine.

"God damn, Lea," he whispered.

I giggled, flitting my eyes away from him on purpose. "You like?" I asked.

"You could say that," he said. I saw him squirm, which drew my attention down to his crotch.

Oh! His erection was showing through his jeans. That made me blush a little, but it also sent a thrill of pleasure through my own body, right down to my crotch. Alright, c'mon girl. You're not going to ever get to dinner if you keep this up!

I walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of kitten heels. I slipped them on and said, "Let's go."

Mark beat me to the door and opened it for me. What a gentleman! As I walked through, he took hold of my arm and we headed to the elevator together. He let go of my arm while we stood waiting for the door to open.

"Can I drive?" he asked.

I shrugged and tossed him the car keys, "Sure."

The elevator door opened and he motioned for me to step on first. He followed and pressed the "L" button. We stood silently while the elevator took us downstairs. When I glanced over at him, he was staring at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but he leaned over and kissed me before I could talk. I tried to push away, afraid we would be caught in public, but as his tongue started touching mine, my resistance melted. Seconds later, I had my arms wrapped around his neck and one foot up in the air behind me.

My brother's tongue tasted like mint. Our lips opened and closed on each other's, and I heard his breathing getting slightly ragged. He inhaled sharply through his nose and suddenly pulled away. "What is that you're wearing?" he asked suddenly.

I licked my lips, catching my breath a little. "It's a perfume," I said.

"It smells like candy," he said.

I nodded, "Yeah, that's true." I frowned at him. "You don't like it?"

He stared at me for several seconds and suddenly broke into a grin, "Oh, I like it alright. It makes me want to eat you."

I blushed just as the elevator door opened. We both looked out and saw two people waiting to get in. Mark's hand was still on my side, but he let it drop. That just made me blush more. I didn't recognize the two people, thankfully.

We stepped off the elevator and turned to head outside. Once we got to my car, Mark opened my door first and let me in. I smiled as he held my hand while I climbed in the passenger seat. My nervousness was still fluttering around in my stomach, but it was getting a little better since the kiss.

Mark opened the other door and slid into the seat. He had to move it back a few inches, but then he started the car. I was happy to see that the roads were mostly cleared off from the snow.

"So where are you taking me?" I asked, still trying to get an answer to my question.

"Sushi sound good?" he asked.

I smiled a really big smile, "Yes!" Sushi was my favorite food, especially on a date.

"I thought so," he said as he pulled out onto the freeway.

We drove in silence for a few minutes, and then I switched on my iPod that was stored in my glove compartment. We enjoyed a few songs by Coldplay. We both sang along with one of them, which turned out to be a favorite for both of us.

"Can I ask you something?" Mark asked out of the blue.

"I think you just did," I answered, teasing.

"Ha ha," he said.

"Yeah, you can ask me anything," I said.

He smiled, looking out his window. After a minute he asked, "What's your take on all this?"

My nervousness peaked at his question. I was interested in talking about it. I just didn't know what to expect from this particular conversation. I played with him instead of answering, "All what? The snow? I think it's delightful. What's your take?"

He gave me a flat stare and said, "You know what I mean."

It was my turn to look out the window. What did I really think about what was happening? And how much did I feel comfortable telling him? My emotions were getting pretty strong lately, but I just didn't know how he would take any of that. So I tried to keep it light with my answer, "I'm ok with it, if that's what you mean."

He thought for a minute and then nodded. "Yeah, I guess that is basically what I mean," he said.