Dreams Don't Count Page 3

  "You know, this is somehow more awkward now that you've given me permission," he said.

  "Would it help if I revoked your permission?"

  "It might. Probably not though."

  "Ty, just touch them."

  It was a blunt approach, sure, but it worked. Tyler looked at me just to make sure I was serious, then reached out and let his hand settle on one of my breasts. It wasn't all that exciting for me in some ways, mainly because I'd almost had to make him do it, but at least he seemed happy. I'd get more of a payoff out of it eventually anyway, I was sure of that.

  For a while I just let him squeeze and caress my boobs. For some reason it got more enjoyable the longer he went, probably due to me getting increasingly horny over time. It made me more sensitive to his touch. A couple times I caught myself contemplating slipping a hand down inside my panties, but I discarded the idea. I wasn't brazen enough to try that out just yet.

  ****

  I wasn't sure what exactly triggered it, but at some point I simply found myself awake and in my own bed, in my own room. It was earlier than I normally woke up, but not so early as to be completely ridiculous, particularly considering I'd been asleep before my usual time the night before.

  I could practically still feel my brother's hand on my breasts, almost like he was in the room with me. He wasn't though, and I was alone with my residual horniness. Since I didn't have to get up for a while, and I was alone, there was no reason not to take care of myself this time.

  My panties were in the way, and I removed them altogether before tending to my needy pussy. I was at just the right state of turned on not to be in too much of a hurry, while still craving my eventual release. It was perfect for allowing me to build up slowly while I fantasized about what I'd do, or what I'd let my brother do, when we were together the next night. I was becoming lost to this new, socially unacceptable game of ours.

  After fingering myself to completion, I eventually made my way downstairs for breakfast. Tyler wasn't there, which was okay at first, until I was halfway through eating and he still hadn't shown up. In fact, he didn't show up at all, and that worried me. I'd known what we were doing had the potential to make things uncomfortable between us, yet I hadn't really believed it. Now I couldn't help wondering if I should have given it more thought.

  Later on in the day, in the early evening, I found him watching a movie in the living room, the first time all day that I'd seen him. That wasn't too abnormal actually, but I had been overanalyzing things all day and I'd begun to worry that he'd been avoiding me. I approached cautiously, but he said nothing when I took a seat on the free end of the couch. He did smile, which I took as a good sign.

  "Hey, how come you weren't at breakfast?" I asked after a moment. That had been the only time I'd really expected to see him, but I could question him about the rest of his day should it seem necessary.

  "Oh, that," he said. "I was busy."

  "Busy? What could possibly have been important enough to keep you from breakfast? You love breakfast."

  He looked a little sheepish, and delayed his response until I prodded at him with my finger.

  "Okay, fine," he said. "If you must know, I woke up pretty early and I was kinda horny thanks to you. So I jerked off."

  "For what, like two hours straight?"

  "No. I went back to sleep after. Then I woke up again and...."

  "Oh my god, you jerked off again?"

  He nodded silently and I giggled at his embarrassment.

  "Shut up," he said. "It's your fault anyway."

  "Oh really? So you think I shouldn't let you touch these anymore?" I said, pointing to my breasts.

  "That's not what I'm saying. Although, you know, there are lots of people who would say that."

  I shrugged. "So what? Whatever happens in our heads is nobody's business but ours."

  "I know, I'm just saying we have to be careful to, like, not let anything show when we're around other people. That's all."

  "I'll try my very best not to let you grope me in public."

  "That's not... you aren't taking this seriously, are you?"

  "Seriously enough," I said. "I'm well aware how badly it could go if certain people out there knew what we got off on. But I also know no one has ever learned about any of my other fantasies, so I think we're good."

  "Yeah, I just... yeah. You're right."

  "Damn skippy I am."

  I got up to leave, but couldn't resist doing so in a way that brushed my breasts against Tyler's arm as I stood. He knew I'd done it on purpose, but didn't do anything other than glare at me. It was way too much fun teasing him sometimes.

  ****

  "I have to admit something to you," I said.

  "Oh yeah? Like what?" Tyler asked.

  He already had both hands under my shirt, having apparently gotten over his hesitance from the night before. I was seriously tempted just to take it off since it was only getting in the way. That and my bra.

  "Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I masturbated too," I said.

  "And you were making fun of me? God, you are like the biggest hypocrite."

  "Yeah, but I'm cute. Anyway, I'm just kind of thinking that maybe we're waking up all turned on and shit because of how worked up we get while we're asleep."

  "Makes sense. That's what I assumed."

  "Uh huh, but what would happen if we, like, took care of that before we woke up?"

  Tyler paused, his hands temporarily motionless on my skin and a thoughtful look on his face.

  "I don't know," he said. "But if that did work, I'd just end up with a big mess in the real world."

  "I guess you would, wouldn't you. Lucky for me I wouldn't have that problem." I yelped as he pinched one of my nipples a little too hard, on purpose of course, and stuck my tongue out at him. At least my bra had prevented some of the potential pain. "No need for that just because life's a little unfair."

  "Well you don't have to rub it in."

  "Sure I do. That's what siblings are for, isn't it?"

  "Yeah, I guess it is. Among other things evidently," he said, glancing meaningfully at the area of my chest his hands were currently occupying.

  I giggled softly. "It's nice finally having a use for me, isn't it?"

  On impulse I reached for the back of his neck and pulled him toward me. He looked confused right up until the moment I kissed him. It was only a short, simple kiss, barely on the wrong side of innocent, but I could tell it had freaked him out a little.

  "Why the hell would you do that?" he demanded, though his indignation was undermined somewhat by his failure to stop feeling me up as he waited for an answer.

  "Because I felt like it," I said. I brushed my hand delicately along his cheek and up the side of his head. "Because we can do whatever we want. Almost. It's all a dream, there's no rules."

  Tyler stared at me, then moved deliberately, grabbing the bottom of my shirt in both hands. In one astonishingly smooth motion he ripped the garment apart most of the way up to the collar, baring a large section of my front. Without pausing, he forcibly pushed me onto my side and wrestled with the clasp of my bra for a second or two before tearing it away and discarding it.

  I didn't know if he was attempting to make some sort of point, but as I rolled onto my back and looked up at him, all I felt was a new and intense arousal. He could see my naked breasts, my tattered shirt wouldn't do much to prevent that anymore, and I didn't even care. Whatever victory speech he'd had in mind died in his throat.

  "That was fucking hot," I said.

  "Um, that wasn't really--"

  "Oh don't you even dare go all wussy on me now."

  Once again I pulled Tyler toward me, this time down to my breasts where I held him until he got over his annoying hesitation. He'd started out so strong and he just needed a little help to keep going. I was pretty sure I could manage that.

  Sure enough, it didn't take him long to start nuzzling at my breasts, then suck one of my nipples between his lips. I re
leased him as he got down to the job properly, licking and sucking and nibbling eagerly at my sensitive flesh. If I could just get him to take that kind of initiative more often....

  Well, not too often of course. What we were doing had to stay out of the real world, but he knew that as well as I did, if not better.

  Every now and then I felt what was almost certainly Tyler's cock bump against my leg. He had to be fully hard, or very close to it, and it was so tempting to toy with him even more than I already was. I restrained myself though, and slipped a hand down toward my waist instead. With my brother doing such a good job on my boobs, my pussy was even more adamant about getting some attention than before.

  My fingers wiggled under my panties with practiced ease, then continued down even farther. My pussy was far wetter than it had any right to be before it had even been touched, and it made me feel even dirtier knowing it was my own brother causing that sort of arousal in me. At least I knew he felt the same way about me.

  "What are you doing?" Tyler asked, taking a short break from his task.

  "Masturbating," I replied bluntly.

  He groaned and his cock hit my leg again, more purposefully this time like he was trying to temporarily satiate his desires. I was pretty sure it wouldn't do him that much good.

  "You can do it too, if you want," I said.

  "I don't know...."

  "Suit yourself."

  I made a point of sighing happily and generally emoting more than I normally did while fingering myself, just to make sure he got the point. He tried to ignore it, but there was no way he could. He was just as turned on as I was, and that meant he needed to get off just as much as I did.

  "You're kind of driving me crazy, you know that?" he said in a low voice.

  "Mm-hm, that's the idea."

  "I just... I'm kind of uncomfortable jerking off in front of you."

  "Aw, poor baby. Where's all that confidence you had when you were tearing up my clothes? It's so much sexier."

  He gave me a dirty look, then grabbed me and rolled me over so I was on my stomach. I could have stopped him, he didn't have nearly enough leverage to move me if I didn't want to be moved, but I went along with it. I had to prop my butt up a little to keep my fingers working and I was sure he didn't mind the view that gave him.

  "You're a really bad influence on me," Tyler muttered.

  I was about to protest, more as an automatic response than anything, until I realized he wasn't done. I squealed in surprise as, in a similar fashion to my shirt and bra, my bottoms started to come off too. There wasn't any ripping this time, though I was almost dragged onto the floor as my brother aggressively stripped me from the waist down. I'd never been so turned on in my entire life.

  "Oh fuck," I moaned.

  My fingers blurred over my clit and I stuck my butt wantonly up in the air to give myself better access. I could practically feel Tyler's gaze sweeping over my most private areas and I didn't feel the slightest hint of embarrassment, only horniness. I was tempted to tell him to touch me, to do whatever he wanted to me, to use me to get himself off, but I was too far gone to have the chance.

  Faster than I expected, and without nearly enough warning, my orgasm hit me and tore through my body like a hurricane. I thrashed around on the bed, oblivious to anything other than the pleasure, for what could have been hours, or seconds, or, more likely, something in between.

  Tyler was watching me slack-jawed when I came down far enough to be aware of him again. He had his cock out at last and was stroking it. Apparently I'd given him enough of a show to help him get over his stubborn reluctance.

  "You're a weird girl," he said.

  "Why, just 'cause I get off so easily on you doing stuff to me?" I asked.

  "Yeah, kind of. I am your brother you know."

  "That's part of what makes it so hot. Don't even pretend like my butt's not hotter when you know you definitely, unquestionably shouldn't be looking at it."

  Tyler blushed, but didn't stop masturbating. Despite how hard I'd just cum, watching him was getting me worked up all over again. That and the fact that I was very nearly naked in front of him.

  I slowly ran my fingers over my pussy, lacking most of the urgency I'd felt before my recent orgasm. My brother's tempo increased as his eyes followed my every move, and I wasn't even sure he was aware of it. I wondered how close he was, how long it would be before he came, and, most importantly, where he was going to cum. Just contemplating the last one made me shiver in anticipation.

  Before too long his eyes closed and he tilted his head back, giving me only seconds of warning before he came. As if in slow motion I watched his cum shoot from the tip of his cock in an arc directly toward my stomach.

  The very instant it would have landed I jolted awake in my own bed, temporarily confused and extremely disappointed once I figured out where I was. I could practically feel my brother's cum on my tummy, and I ran a finger over the imaginary mess that had never actually hit my skin. I so wished these dreams we'd been having weren't so damn sensitive.

  Frustrated as I was at the lack of anticipated pay off, I realized I was still desperately horny. My pussy juices had quite literally been running down my thighs in my sleep, and I had no idea whatsoever if the orgasm I'd had while dreaming had translated to the real world. Either way I needed to get off again and I set about taking care of it. It helped to imagine Tyler probably doing the same thing in his room.

  ****

  I couldn't seem to stop myself from thinking about my brother the next day. Anything from wondering what he was up to all the way up to daydreaming about him jerking off was fair game, and I accidentally got myself turned on far too many times. I knew we couldn't change our daytime relationship too much, not without potentially fucking things up pretty badly, but I kind of just wanted to hang out with him. I also wanted to do dirty things, but I would have been happy just being around him. Probably.

  It was a relief to me when supper time arrived and we were 'stuck' together at the table. Mom was there too of course, but it was good anyway. Tyler couldn't quite seem to meet my eyes without flushing noticeably, and I delighted in the reactions I caused in him. Granted, part of that was simply my sisterly instincts shining through, and my love for causing him minor discomforts.

  Tyler had to fend off mom a couple times over the course of the meal, assuring her that he was feeling okay and that nothing was bothering him. She didn't appear convinced, and I was sure she knew something was off, but she didn't press it. She'd been living with us long enough to know when she wasn't going to get an answer out of one of us.

  Afterward my brother clearly just wanted to get the hell out of there and to the safety of his room, but I cut him off before he could get away. I made sure to stay within mom's hearing range while I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie, making it harder for him to say no. The last thing he'd want to do is protest too much and have to explain to mom why he was so against hanging out with me.

  "What are you up to?" he whispered as I escorted him into the living room.

  "What makes you think I'm up to anything?" I countered. "Maybe I just want to get some quality sibling time in."

  "Yeah, sure you do."

  We settled in on the couch together, though not too close since mom dropped in occasionally while she was puttering around. After a while Tyler had visibly relaxed when he decided I really wasn't going to try anything too overt. I had curled up with my legs next to him, and at some point he let his hand rest on my ankle. It was all perfectly innocent as touching went, but it made me crave more.