My Brother's Dreams Ch. 01

I shook my head, "Nope. My boss figured we'd be dead tonight with the storm coming in, so he told me to take the night off."

"Oh cool," Mark said. "You wanna hang out then?"

"Sure," I answered.

My mind wandered again. I looked over at my brother one more time and saw him staring at me. I smiled, turning back to the road. I realized that my heart was racing. It was very strange to me. These were not the kinds of reactions you should be having for your brother, even if he was fairly good looking. I finally shook my head and rolled down my window, letting in a blast of cold air and snow. That helped.

"Hey, what the hell?" Mark asked as the cold hit him too.

"Sorry," I muttered, rolling my window back up.

"By the way, I'm pretty sure Jason will be able to drop me off at home tonight. So you don't need to pick me up," he said after a few minutes.

"Cool," I answered.

I drove the rest of the way to his work in silence. When we got there, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. He was out of the car before I even had a chance to react. That wasn't usual for him to kiss me. I stared after him, watching the snow swirl around his body.

Mark was pretty muscular. He was only a couple inches taller than me, and had the same dark hair. He kept his short, parted down one side. His skin was darker than mine, even in the winter. His eyes were dark green. All around, he was extremely good looking.

My brother vanished in the blowing snow, and I finally pulled the car onto the road and headed for the store. I figured it would be a good idea to pick up some groceries in case we were snowed in for a bit. The snow was already coming down hard enough that the trip to the store cost me over an hour. But I had the whole day to myself, so I didn't really care.

Once I got home, I put the groceries away and then lay on the couch. Unfortunately, there is absolutely nothing worth watching on daytime TV in the middle of the week. I finally settled on a music video station and laid my head down to relax. I felt tired, but antsy. I tried unsuccessfully to fall asleep for almost two hours. I ate a snack for lunch, and then tried to sleep on the couch again. Finally, I felt frustrated enough that I decided to use an old, reliable method of falling asleep: by giving myself an orgasm.

I headed to my bedroom and rummaged through the bottom drawer of my nightstand. I didn't find what I was looking for, which made me realize that I couldn't even remember the last time I had had an orgasm. I frowned to myself. Come to think of it, I hadn't even had a chance to have any kind of solo fun since my brother moved in.

Smiling to myself, I started humming while I rummaged through my drawers. Finally, I found it. My eyes glittered as I stared at my clear rubber vibrator. It had a secondary protrusion with a separate vibrating tip, while the dildo itself was motorized to provide internal pleasure. It was a fun toy.

I checked the time before hopping into bed. It was a little after two in the afternoon. That meant I had a good three hours before Mark would be home. I didn't even bother to shut my bedroom door.

I took my clothes off in a rush, stripping completely. I tossed them all into a pile on the floor. I was a little chilly, but it didn't take long to warm up under my covers. I held the vibrator in both hands to warm it up, too. It was cold on the surface.

As my body temperature rose, I slowly started caressing myself with one hand. The other hand was still warming up the vibrator. If I spent a little time fondling myself, I figured I wouldn't need any extra lubrication for the vibrator. My body was tingling from my fingers gliding along my skin. I slid my hand across my stomach and up to my breasts. I brought my thumb up to my nipple and started tracing tiny circles around it, which made me shiver with pleasure.

I felt a surge of pleasure between my legs as I continued to rub each of my nipples. The vibrator was warm enough that I moved it to my breasts and switched it on. The vibration instantly flooded into my breasts, making me moan. I squirmed on my bed, feeling myself getting wetter. I squeezed my legs together, pushing against the pleasant sensation.

As much as I enjoyed foreplay, I was already extremely turned on. I slid the vibrating dildo down my stomach, which made me flinch, and down between my legs. I gasped when I pressed the head of it up against myself. I continued caressing my nipple with my other hand, and started to slide the dildo up inside myself.

"Oooohhh," I moaned loudly as I felt the pressure of the dildo forcing my vagina open. It didn't hurt at all, but it was actually a fairly good sized dildo, and I hadn't used it in over a year.

I only had the dildo about half way in when I hit the second button on it. It immediately started rotating inside my vagina. I almost cried out from the sudden rush of pleasure. God that felt good. "Mmmmm... oooooohhh," I moaned to myself. The top half of the dildo was gyrating inside of me. With each rotation, it would press up against the upper wall of my vagina, which peaked my pleasure immensely.

Struggling with whether or not to try and prolong the experience, my lust won out. I wanted to have an orgasm, and I didn't want to wait. I hit another button to engage the extra vibrator on the outside and slowly slid the dildo further inside myself. I gasped as the inner head pushed up into me again, sending a rippling surge of pleasure right up into the pit of my stomach.

I pushed the vibrator further. I could feel the humming sound of the extra vibrating head getting closer to my clitoris. I licked my lips, pushing harder. My back started to lift up on its own. And I felt my orgasm mounting. I knew it wouldn't take much. I was breathing heavily and my heart was racing. I gave it another push and I gasped.

The spinning dildo was sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I couldn't even keep my eyes open. I knew I was moaning, and I didn't even worry about being overheard. I was completely alone. I pushed it again, and felt it slide the rest of the way inside my vagina. "Uhhhh ahhhhhhhh," I let out a whispered moan. The tip of the extra vibrator finally brushed against my clit. And it was like I was swirling in a pool of pleasure. It emanated from my clitoris, radiating up and down at the same time. Everything started to tingle. I smiled through my moans, coaxing a big orgasm to the surface. It was there. I could see it. I could feel it. I lifted the dildo up, pressing the vibrating tip harder against my clit. And I screamed.

A wave of intense warmth rolled through my body. I was panting and quivering. My orgasm was coming. It felt so amazingly good. I pressed the dildo harder still, sucking in my breath.

And then it stopped.

What the fuck? My mind took a few seconds to catch up. I forced my eyes open and looked around. The room looked the same. Then I glanced between my legs and saw that the vibrator was still buried in my vagina, but it wasn't vibrating anymore. Batteries. Fuck me! And then I laughed when I realized that was exactly what I was trying to do!

Frustrated, I pulled the vibrator out of myself and unscrewed the cap. Triple A batteries. I tossed it onto my pillow and stalked out of my room to the kitchen. Fortunately, I knew exactly where the extra batteries were. I opened the top drawer and pulled out four of them. I was smiling as I turned back toward my bedroom.

But just then the front door to my apartment opened and Mark walked in. I screamed and he stared at me, stunned. I was completely naked. I couldn't move in my panic. And he apparently couldn't stop staring at my breasts.

Finally, he grinned and said, "I didn't know it was going to be that kind of party, sis!" Then he pretended like he was undoing the button on his jeans.

I finally came to my senses and rushed the rest of the way to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. A few minutes later, Mark's voice came through my door, "Hey I was only kidding. But yeah, uh, hello. Uhhhh, what's for dinner?"

I wasn't mad. But I was extremely embarrassed. Luckily, Mark's sense of humor was already cheering me up. I even answered playfully, "It's a surprise, but you have to eat naked."

"Oh, sweet. It is that kind of party!" he answered, laughing.

I laughed too. My embarrassment was finally receding. I shoved the new batteries into my vibrator, tested it quickly, then put it away. Then I pulled my clothes back on and finally walked to the door. I paused before opening it, taking in a deep breath. The almost-orgasm was still tingling in my stomach and crotch.

Thirty seconds later, I opened my door and walked into the living room, and froze. Mark was leaning back on the couch watching TV, his legs propped up on the coffee table. He turned toward me and winked, then turned back to the TV. My brother was completely, utterly naked.

I could not pull my eyes away. I hadn't seen my brother fully naked like that since we were little kids. But seeing this muscular nineteen year old sitting casually on my couch, naked as the day he was born, was not what I expected to see. I found myself tracing the contours of his muscled arms, up to his shoulders and across his torso. He was much more muscular than I thought. He even had the beginnings of a six pack started. But staring at my brother's stomach was probably not the smartest move considering he was totally naked.

My eyes, without any further encouragement, slid down to Mark's penis. It was—in a word—huge. And it was... perfect. Even limp, it was bigger than my last boyfriend's penis when he was fully erect. Jesus! Mark looked at me and smirked when he caught me staring at his penis. I swallowed, hard.

"Uh, what the hell is going on?" I finally asked. But my eyes were still locked onto his penis. It slid down between his legs when he shifted on the couch to stare at me.

Mark was grinning as he said, "I thought it only fair that you should get to see me naked since I saw you naked. Now you don't need to be embarrassed."

I nodded, "Uh, thanks? Now could you please put on some fucking clothes?" I finally tore my eyes away and turned toward the kitchen. I forced my legs to begin moving, one after the other. By the time I got to the stove, I was panting from the effort.

A few minutes later, Mark walked into the kitchen, too. I let out a relieved breath when I saw that he was fully clothed. I slapped his shoulder and he laughed at me. He dug out some glasses and poured two glasses of eggnog. He didn't even ask me if I wanted any. He knew I did. He held up a bottle of rum and raised an eyebrow, holding it over the two glasses. I shrugged and said, "Why not?"

Two glasses of eggnog later—strongly spiked, I should add—we both started relaxing considerably. We were talking and laughing and making jokes back and forth. He found some holiday movie and we let it play in the living room while we spent most of our time in the kitchen. I was kind of-sort of preparing dinner. But he had me laughing so hard so many times that I gave up on making anything complicated. I finally just pulled a bag of pizza rolls from the freezer and stuck them in the oven. He seemed ok with that, and I didn't care at all.

"Hey, why were you naked when I got home anyway?" Mark asked suddenly.

I felt myself starting to flush with embarrassment. Luckily the rum staved off the bulk of it. I shrugged, trying to come up with an excuse. Before I could answer, he added, "And why were you carrying batteries with you?"

My mouth hung open but nothing came out. I didn't realize he had seen the batteries. Damnit. I knew my red face was giving me away, alcohol or not. We stared at each other, and then Mark finally burst out laughing. "Oh man, oh man, oh man," he kept laughing.

I finally slapped his arm again and said, "Damn you!"

He laughed again and then said, "Are you mad because I caught you uh... recharging your vibrator? Or because I interrupted your plans with said vibrator?"

His grin was infuriating, but I couldn't help but start laughing. Must have been the rum. I finally said, "Both."

That seemed to shut him up. At least for a minute. Finally he cleared his throat and said, "Well, if you need me to leave so you can be alone with you... 'friend'... just say the word."

I scowled at him. But I couldn't keep my eyes from glancing down at his crotch again. I almost jumped with surprise when I saw that he had a noticeable bulge in his pants. When I looked back up at his face, he was staring down at the bulge, too. He glanced at me and then turned away, clearing his throat again.

I couldn't help but ask about it, "What's that all about?"

"Uh," he said, sounding flustered. Hah! My turn to embarrass him.

"Uh huh, nothing to say about it?" I teased.

He shook his head. I glanced down again and gasped. His bulge was bigger, and still growing. He finally turned his entire body away, his face turning red. I decided not to add any more to that embarrassment, although the entire scene was having a strange effect on me.

I was becoming rather turned on myself. Of course, my unfinished masturbation session from earlier probably wasn't helping at all. I shook my head and checked on the pizza rolls. They were almost done. I swatted Mark's butt to shoo him out of my way as I opened the drawer to get the oven mitts out.

A few minutes later, I had a bowl full of pizza rolls and we headed to the living room to have some dinner. He lay on the couch and I sat in the reclining chair. There was a coffee table angled between the two, so we just shared the same bowl. I noticed that Mark was keeping his crotch covered with one arm while he ate.

"You still trying to get that to go away?" I asked. It was definitely the rum that made me so bold with my questions.

He withered and said, "Yeah, pretty much."

I frowned. Images of his dream orgasm floated back into my head and I had to look away from him. My face felt hot, so I waved my hand in front of it. Then I asked him, "When was the last time you got laid?"

He choked on a pizza roll, coughing it out into his napkin. I grinned at him. He finally answered, "One week before she and I broke up."

"Oh, that sucks. I'm sorry," I responded.

He shrugged and said, "No biggie."

I was curious, and feeling uninhibited, so I asked, "Is that normal?" I gestured toward his crotch.

"Damn sis, are we going to spend all night talking about my cock?" he didn't really sound upset. Maybe embarrassed more than anything.

"Uh, you're the one who decided to show it to me before the night even started," I pointed out.

"Good point," he said.

After a minute, I asked, "So you call it 'cock'?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes. Sometimes I call it penis. Usually I never even talk about it, so it's hard to say."

I nodded. Then I asked again, "So is that normal?"

"Is what normal?" he asked. Was he just trying to play stupid?

"That," I said, pointing at his crotch one more time. His arm shifted and I saw the bulge again. It was still big, obviously pressing against his pants.

"I guess not, no," he answered finally. He was avoiding looking at me. Which gave me ample opportunity to stare at his crotch. I realized suddenly that I was staring at my brother's crotch. Pointedly.

I looked back at his face and saw him looking at me. I smiled to try to ease his embarrassment. Unfortunately for him, I prodded forward. "Well why is it hard now?"

"Christ, Lena! I have no idea! Maybe it's broken! Maybe I'm just turned on. I don't know!" he sounded defensive, and he refused to look me in the eyes.

I leaned forward and touched his leg. Then I spoke gently, "I'm not trying to upset you. I was just curious."

He relaxed, finally looking at me. Then he shrugged and looked away again, saying, "I'm a boy. It happens. I can't always control it."

I leaned back and said quietly, "You're awful big for a boy."

"Selena!" he practically shouted.

I giggled and said, "Well, I'm serious."

"Well, what do you say we change the topic?" he suggested.

"Sorry. I just got really curious. I'm sorry," I said quietly.

Mark shrugged, "It's fine. I'm not mad."

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked, suddenly curious about something.

Mark groaned, "I think you're going to ask no matter what I say. Go for it."

"Does it hurt them?" I blurted out.

"Huh?" He asked, confused.

"When you have sex. Is your girlfriend in pain?" I asked. The buzz from the rum was wearing off, so I didn't have that as an excuse anymore. But I still wanted to know.

"Uh, I don't think so. I never even thought about it," he answered.

I turned pensive, wondering about it. My mind was throwing all kinds of imagery my way. It was mostly naughty imagery. Very naughty.

"Why do you ask?" he wondered.

I shrugged, "Just seems like it would. Seriously, it's huge."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" he asked.

"I guess so?" I answered. I wasn't really sure.

"This is a subject we've never talked about before," he said.

I felt myself getting warm as a flush crept into my face. "I know," I said quietly.

"I don't really mind," he admitted.

"Don't mind what?" I asked.

Mark looked at me and then said, "I don't mind talking to you about sex."

For some reason, that simple statement hit me from an angle that I didn't even know was possible. I realized instantly that I felt the same. I didn't mind talking to him about sex. Now that some of the embarrassing stuff was already out of the way, I was actually feeling pretty relaxed and comfortable chatting with my brother. About sex. And I also realized that the more we talked about it, the more turned on I was.

"Me neither," I whispered, looking at the TV but not really seeing what was on it.

"When was the last time you had sex?" Mark asked me.

"Longer than you," I answered. It had been almost six months for me. Most of the time, I didn't really care. But with my recent arousal, the long period without sex was causing some serious internal pressure.

"That sucks, I guess," he said.

I shrugged. "I honestly didn't really have much attention on it before tonight," I said.

"Oh," he said. "And now you do?"

I hesitated. I had a fleeting thought in the back of my mind about where this conversation was headed. Did it matter? Should I even be talking about this with my own brother? I decided it didn't really mean anything bad. Right? I said, "I guess a little."

He didn't say anything. After a full minute, I looked over at him and saw him looking at me. Then he said, "Probably this all started when I walked in on you naked."

"Yeah, probably so. But that was my fault. Not yours," I answered. A tinge of embarrassment entered the back of my mind, but I squashed it.

"I don't care," he said. "I mean I don't care that I found out what you were doing. I mean, I wasn't even supposed to be here. And this is your apartment. That makes it my fault."

I looked at him pointedly. He had a nice way with his words that made me feel better about things. I realized that I had always felt really comfortable with my brother. We just hadn't ever talked about this particular subject in the past. I finally went with, "You're sweet."

He smiled at me. Then he turned back toward the TV, but I knew he wasn't really watching it. After a few minutes, he asked me a question that made me look at him hard. He asked, "Have you ever had sex in a dream?"

The reality of my recent dream slammed home. I recalled the vivid details without meaning to, and it made me squirm in my chair. I didn't answer his question right away. He finally said, "Is that a no? Or a yes?"

"Sure," I said, noncommittally.

I couldn't see his face because I was staring at the TV. Hard. But I knew he was frowning. He knew I was avoiding the question. That's just how it went with brothers and sisters. Whether you liked it or not, you knew each other.