My Brother's Dreams Ch. 01

I wasn't sure if he was going to drop the question or not. But my question was answered when he asked, "Did you like it?"

I looked at the floor, at the couch, at the TV, everywhere but at him. I was probably being extremely obvious, but I just couldn't confront it. But I could tell he wanted an answer. And so I thought about his question. And I thought about my dream. And I thought about him in my dream, and what we almost did. I looked over at him, observing his handsome face. And I realized that my answer was yes. I did like it. I knew I could tell him that without giving anything away. But where was his line of questioning going to lead? Somehow I was nervous about it. But I decided to answer anyway. "Yeah," I said, quietly.

He hesitated, and then asked, "What happened in the dream?"

I felt panicky inside. I didn't want to lie to my brother. I couldn't lie to my brother. And I didn't see how to answer his question without lying. It was too close to the truth that I didn't want to reveal. What the hell, Selena? It was just a dream! It's not like you had sex with your brother! My mind tried to reassure me, but I couldn't trust it.

I finally stood up. Mark looked at me questioningly and I said, "I'm tired. I think it's time for bed."

He frowned at me, but didn't try to stop me. I headed to the bathroom and quickly got myself ready for bed. A few minutes later, I was in my pajamas and lying in my bed, thinking about my day.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. I could hear the TV on in the other room. Nothing registered, though. I couldn't even tell what was on. My thoughts were a swirling mess. A barrage of images greeted me every time I tried to think about sleeping. Mark asking me about sex and dreams. Dreams and sex. Sex. Mark lying naked on the couch. Witnessing my brother's dream-inspired orgasm. Gah. I was basically an emotional wreck. Yet somehow, sleep finally came. And it was not uneventful.

I was lying on an extremely soft mattress. I heard the wind howling outside, mixed with the pleasant crackle of a burning fire. Somehow I knew I was in a private cabin in the woods, surrounded by lush forests and thick blankets of snow. But I didn't feel trapped, or even alone. I had company.

My company was standing near the fireplace, his back to me. He was familiar to me. I knew him, and he knew me. I smiled at the thought that he would be coming to bed soon. I wanted to feel his body close to mine. I longed for the heat of his skin, the feel of his muscles as he wrapped his arms around me.

He turned toward me. His name was Mark. He was my brother. My lover. I squirmed beneath the blankets, feeling the down-stuffed mattress soft against my naked skin. I wanted him to come to me, but I didn't want to say it out loud. That was fine. He already knew. He looked at me in a way that only my lover would look at me.

I breathed in deep, trying to capture his scent. He was too far away from me. Come to me. The words rang in my mind. I begged him to come, but I didn't say it aloud. He stared at me, lust covering his eyes. And then he reached down and unbuttoned his pants. I squirmed in anticipation. He slid his pants down, revealing a penis that I had fallen in love with ages ago. His penis was absolutely perfect. I purred against my pillow.

Mark slowly walked toward me, his penis swaying as he approached. He was half way erect already, just by looking at me. That made me wet, which was almost comical. Nobody else had ever had such an effect on me. I waited patiently for him to come closer. He stood over the bed, just two feet away from me. My gaze was drawn between his legs. I watched as his semi-erection became a full erection, and then I looked up at him.

Nodding, Mark lay in the bed beside me. He pulled the blanket over himself, but nestled closer. His body was warm, and the feel of his skin against mine made me shiver. Not from cold. From impatience. I wanted him to touch me with his hands. I wanted him to pull me close to him. I wanted him.

My brother finally laid one hand on my stomach and I gasped. My body was on fire, responding to his attention. I knew I was wet between my legs. He gently caressed my stomach, sending fire and pleasure rippling across my skin. I moaned, trying to slide closer.

His hand traced circles around my navel. Each rotation sent a shiver of pleasure through me. I nestled closer still. He moved his hand upward a few inches, until the top of his hand brushed against each of my breasts. I shivered. And then he turned his head against my chest and clamped his lips around my nipple. Warmth erupted in my chest. My body arched immediately and he pressed himself against me.

The feel of his lips around my nipple was driving me crazy. And suddenly his tongue was licking my nipple. I moaned, "Ooooohhh." He didn't stop. His leg pressed against my hips, and then he was sliding on top of me. I felt his penis press up against my hip. He was hard, hot and huge. I was dripping between my legs.

"You like that," he said. It wasn't a question.

"Mmmmmm," I answered, pressing myself against him. I wanted him to feel my wetness, but I wasn't sure if he noticed. I felt his hand against my arm as he slowly caressed me. It tickled, but I didn't flinch. It felt amazing. I melted in his arms, as my body heated up. I wanted him inside of me.

Mark started moving his leg against mine, rubbing it. It made me shiver. His penis was extremely hot, and pressed up against my hip. I started grinding against him, experiencing him. I reached out and pulled him closer. He was hot to the touch. But I wasn't entirely sure what to do next.

Mark fixed that by deciding for me. As I lay there contemplating what was coming, my brother slid his legs in between mine. His penis dangled in the middle, between my legs. It was hot. I felt the heat emanating. That made me squirm again.

A noise brought me out of my dream. What was that? I lifted my head up, trying to orient myself. For a second, the image of the cabin was semi superimposed on top of my waking bedroom. Then it faded and my head cleared. I shook it and then listened intently. There it was again. A moan.

Smiling to myself, I slid silently out of bed. I padded softly to the doorway and peeked my head around the corner so I could look down the hall. I saw the side of the couch, and could barely make out Mark's form lying on it. The TV was still on, and the light from it highlighted the side of his face so I could see it a little.

My brother moaned again, and I felt a twinge between my legs. I realized that I had woken up feeling aroused. Extremely aroused. Which was no wonder after waking from such a hot dream. And with it still fresh in my mind, hearing my brother moan again was putting me over the edge.

I saw Mark's body move and I froze. I didn't want to get caught staring at him. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. But then I decided that if I just walked right out there, I could explain it if he was awake. Better that than slowly creeping up on him like an amateur ninja and having him catch me.

With a little courage, I walked deliberately into the living room, stopping right behind the couch. I looked down at my brother's face and saw that his eyes were closed. I could see his features pretty well from the light of the TV. He seemed to be sleeping, although his breathing was a little shallow, and his lips were parted.

I took a moment to study his body. He had a blanket pulled up to his chin, but I could see some of his muscles even through the blanket. He actually had an extremely sexy body. I had never realized it before. And with my crazy dreams during the past couple days, I was beginning to look at things about my brother that I had never looked at before. Namely, the fact that I found him attractive. All around attractive. That was as much as I was willing to admit to myself at the moment.

Mark moaned, which refocused my attention up to his face. His lips were still parted and it looked like his head was tilted back slightly. I saw his eyes squeezed tightly shut, but other than that he didn't move. I glanced down between his legs to see if his hands were there. That's when I saw his erection poking against his blanket. My mouth opened and I almost gasped. And between my own legs, I felt a twinge of pleasure.

I suddenly wanted to see my brother have an orgasm again. It was like a drug to me. One hit from last night and I was hooked. So I stood in silence, observing his body, watching for signs that he was experiencing pleasure. He moaned again, and my body responded. An image of his naked body hovering above mine came to my mind. Pleasure started pulsing lightly between my legs. I had a sudden urge to touch myself.

Looking up at Mark's face, I saw that his features were contorted. His breathing started to come out in shallow breaths. He moaned again, his body finally moving slightly. His back arched up. I looked again at the tent between his legs. I imagined I could see his penis, even though it was just the head. But it was many inches above his body. Again, the size of his penis mesmerized me.

I felt myself start to drip. I desperately wanted to touch myself. I pressed my thighs together, squeezing them hard so they pressed against my clitoris. I realized I was breathing rapidly. Mark moaned again and my eyes looked at his face. He was still asleep. "Uhhhhhhh," he moaned as I stared at him. His body was tense and arched up. This is it. I squirmed. I kept glancing back and forth between his face and his erection. I wanted to see how he looked when he had an orgasm, but I also wanted to watch his cum come out.

What the fuck, Selena? I shook my head. I wanted to watch my brother cum? I should be disgusted with myself. Right? But the pulsing pleasure between my legs kept pulling my attention away from my questioning thoughts. Mark moaned again, loudly, "Ooooohhhh."

The pleasure between my legs flared. And suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore. I practically sprinted to my bedroom, kicked my pants off and threw myself into bed. Reaching down under my bed, I grabbed hold of my vibrator. I was extremely thankful that I had already replaced the batteries. I didn't bother with any kind of foreplay. I just switched the thing on and slid it up inside myself. I was moaning instantly, feeling an orgasm coming that had already been brewing.

I didn't turn on the secondary vibrator. I didn't even need it. I was already breathing heavily, my body starting to tremble. I slid it in and out of my vagina, feeling my body pulse with pleasure and blood. My heart was racing and I started to gasp. I tried to hold in my moans so I wouldn't wake Mark.

But he woke up anyway. "Lena?" his voice called from down the hall. And with a wave of fear, I realized I had left my door wide open. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! The vibrator was buried inside me, buzzing away. He would know exactly what I was doing. And somehow I didn't even care. But I really wanted him to go away. I was seconds away from my orgasm. God damnit!

"Selena?" he called again from inside my door.

I finally opened my eyes, reaching down and switching off the vibrator. I left it inside of me, though. "What?" I asked, a little gruff.

He didn't say anything for a minute. I saw him glance toward the living room. When he turned back to me, he said, "I was just having a dream."

Oh. "Uh, ok," I said. I didn't know what else to say.

He shuffled his feet, looking down. Then he said quietly, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure ebb from my body. I waited a good half a minute while the ripples worked their way out, and then opened my eyes again. I looked at Mark and said, "I guess so. What's up?"

He took a step into my room and I pulled my blanket closer to my face. I was painfully aware of the vibrator nestled deep inside my vagina, but I tried my best to focus only on him. That was problematic too, since he was sorta involved with my whole masturbation fiasco anyway. I felt like growling.

"Hmm?" I prodded.

Mark took another step, closer to my bed. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my body the rest of the way. He took one more step, now just a few feet from the foot of my bed. Then he said, "I've been having some weird dreams lately."

Oh? I didn't know what to say out loud. My body was tingling. Everything felt a little lopsided at the moment. But I could tell he needed to talk, so I pushed my cravings aside as best I could. I finally said, "What kind of dreams?"

He took another step closer, and I saw him pressed up against the foot of my bed. He was staring at nothing. When he finally answered me, he spoke quietly, "Dreams that I don't think I should be having."

Ok, you have my attention. I felt my curiosity piqued. It hit close to home for me. Dreams I shouldn't be having. Yep, I know the feeling. I went with, "Ok..." I just wanted him to spit it out.

"I'm sorry I woke you," he said after a minute.

I shrugged and said, "No biggie. I wasn't really sleeping." Did he know I was just masturbating before he came in?

Mark smiled, then sat down at the foot of my bed. He was still staring at nothing. It looked like he was thinking about what to say. Or maybe how to say it. I sat up slightly, staring at him. What was this all about? Was he going to tell me he had been dreaming about having sex?

"What were you dreaming about?" I asked.

He didn't answer for a long time. He opened his mouth, but then closed it quickly, frowning. What was he not saying? Surely he could just tell me. So I prodded him, "Well? Spill it."

Mark sighed. "Sex," he said.

"Yeah, I know," I answered without thinking.

He turned his head toward me quickly and said, "You know?"

Crap! I didn't know what to do. I didn't see any way to get out of this one. So I just said, "Yeah, I heard you."

"Oh," he said, turning away. It was dim in my room, so I couldn't tell if he was blushing. But I figured he must be.

"Sorry," I said. "It didn't bother me. I mean, I didn't think it was weird or anything," I tried to ease his embarrassment.

He looked at me. "What did you see exactly?"

Ah shit. No way. I don't want to have this conversation. "Uh, I didn't see anything. I just heard you making noises and I assumed you were having sex. I totally ignored it." Part of my answer was a lie, but I wasn't willing to give away too much.

"Well that's a little embarrassing," he answered.

I shrugged. "You definitely shouldn't be embarrassed," I said, thinking about the fact that I still had a dildo stuffed up inside myself. I almost laughed at the irony.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

I sighed. I was trying to steer the conversation away from this oh so sensitive subject, but I wasn't doing a very good job. And I suddenly found myself in the middle of a decision. Do I lie outright and send him to bed, or do I tell him a truth or two and pray for the best?

I went with truth.

"Uh, you shouldn't be embarrassed because..." I trailed off. How could I tell him what I had just been doing? He was looking at me intently, until I finally said quietly, "I was dreaming about sex, too."

His eyes opened wider and then he grinned. Then he asked, "So that was a vibrator that I heard."

I closed my eyes, swallowing hard. My heart was pounding. Without thinking, I reached my hand down between my legs to adjust the dildo slightly. I was careful not to move too fast lest he see it. But I figured it was dark enough in my room to mask it from him. I even shifted my body slightly, trying to make my blanket puff up a little while I moved my arm. My finger brushed against the base of the dildo and I tapped it to move it just a little.

Unfortunately my tap must have hit the power switch, because suddenly a buzzing sound started. The blast of pleasure that suddenly erupted inside me forced my eyes closed. Clumsily, I fumbled with the vibrator until I found the power switch and turned it off. I lay there breathing rapidly for several seconds before opening my eyes.

My brother was staring at my crotch, wide eyed. I let out a breath and said, "Ok, so that was embarrassing." My face felt hot.

Mark shook his head, looking at my face. "Don't be," he whispered.

I shrugged. I was embarrassed. But for some reason, I wasn't nearly as embarrassed as I thought I should be. "It was an accident," I said quietly.

Mark turned his head away, staring toward the window. He said, "I don't remember very much of my dream, except that you were in it."

Huh? I froze. I knew my eyes were open wide. I felt my heart pounding. Could he hear that? The dildo inside my vagina made me squirm. I felt hot. Too hot. What do you say to your brother when he tells you he just had a dream about you, and it involved sex? Wait. He just said I was in it. He didn't say what I was doing. I had to ask. "Uh, what was I doing in your dream?"

He shook his head. "I don't know," he answered. I couldn't tell if he was being sincere, or if he was just avoiding the answer that we both knew was taboo. There was no way he could know that I had been having a similar dream. What the hell was wrong with us?

I had to push through my nervousness, but I asked, "Were we having sex?"

Mark's head swung as he turned toward me again. He didn't answer, which made my heart thump. I realized I was holding my breath. He finally said, "Maybe. I... I don't know, sis. I shouldn't have even told you." He turned his head away.

I bit my lip, but then I reached out with my foot and touched his leg through the blanket. He stared down at my foot. I spoke quietly, "It's ok, Mark. I'm not upset if that's what you're thinking."

"You're not?" he asked.

I shook my head. He glanced at me and before I knew it, we were both grinning at each other. He was my brother. Sure, we had grown up with all the usual rivalries of a brother and sister. But we were closer to each other than anyone else in our family. And we always forgave each other. Although in this case, I didn't feel there was anything to forgive. Especially since I was guilty of the same "crime".

Mark finally stood and walked toward the door. He said, "I'll let you get back to sleep. Thanks for listening to me talk about my fucked up dream."

I bit my lip again. I called softly, "Wait."

He stopped in my doorway and turned his head toward me. I couldn't believe what I was about to say, but the words started coming out before I could stop them. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

He frowned, looking confused. "Stay with you?" he asked.

The blood rushed into my face again. I couldn't talk so I just nodded.

Mark's look of confusion slowly melted away and then he was walking toward me. I noticed for the first time that he was wearing sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. When he reached the side of my bed, I felt suddenly shy. I had just invited my brother into my bed. By itself, the concept seemed innocent enough. It wasn't like I had invited him to have sex with me. But considering the confession he had just given me, it felt different.

Mark eyed me and then glanced at the bed, raising an eyebrow. I made myself nod and he pulled back the blanket and slid beneath the covers. It wasn't until I felt the fabric from his sweatpants slide against my leg that I realized I was naked from the waist down. Duh. Of course I was naked. I still had a dildo in myself.

I closed my eyes as the implications washed over me. There I was, lying in bed with my brother. I was half naked, with a vibrator nestled between my legs. On top of that, my brother had practically confessed to me that he just dreamed about having sex with me. It was going to be an interesting night.