Dreams Don't Count Page 6

  Maybe it was because I'd already been partially sated, but I didn't have any of the same urgency I was used to in similar situations. Tyler was naked, and so was I, and that was okay. His erection started poking me, and that was okay too. I didn't need to jump on his cock and ride him hard; it was enough to just let things happen the way they happened.

  The gentle rocking of our hips and the natural design of our bodies guided him to me until his cock was pressed against my entrance. Slowly, so deliciously slowly, he penetrated me, not once having to put any real force into his movements.

  For the first time in my life it was clear to me just how well designed humans were for sex, and that even if we weren't trying it would basically happen on its own. In the privacy of my own mind, I also liked to pretend that Tyler and I fit together even better than most people would because we were siblings. It was highly unlikely that there was any truth to that thought, but it made me feel all happy and sexy to think about so I decided reality could go fuck itself in this instance.

  I nuzzled Tyler's neck as he filled me up down below, and left the occasional soft kiss when the whim took me. He gently caressed one of my breasts with his hands, while the other stayed more or less stationary on my lower back, just above my butt.

  I could have stayed there for hours, days even, if the logistics involved didn't make it so improbable. I felt so warm and loved and aroused, and I knew there was a chance we'd never recreate a moment like it ever again. It was just about perfect.

  Tyler finally rolled on top of me, his strokes getting longer as he did, though he was still relatively gentle. I'd been slowly building up to an orgasm for long enough that the increased stimulation hit me harder than it should have.

  When I came, it almost wasn't what I typically thought of as an orgasm, but more a sudden increase in the pleasure I already felt. It was like floating in the ocean and being lifted by a small wave. The transition was smooth but powerful, and I clutched tightly to my brother as though I'd somehow fall if I didn't.

  He kept fucking me in a steady rhythm the whole time, making it hard for my body to let me back down to relative normalcy. Despite the relative lack of effort I'd been putting in, I still found myself short of breath, and it was a struggle just to form the few words I needed to say.

  "Cum inside me this time," I whispered in his ear.

  He grunted, either in acknowledgement or refusal, I wasn't sure which. Whichever it was, he picked up his pace and I suspected he was getting close too. I liked to think the idea of cumming in his sister's pussy helped him along a little.

  I ran my fingers through his hair and went back to placing soft kisses on his neck while I waited for him to finish. It was hard to tell exactly how close he was, but I was sure it wouldn't be long. It was barely perceptible, but he was gradually losing control of his actions and thrusting more frantically inside me.

  All of a sudden he slammed his cock as deep inside my pussy as it would go, and a second later I felt myself being filled by something entirely different; something very liquid. I kissed him fiercely as he shot all of his cum inside me, and I refused to let him pull out until he was completely finished.

  We didn't have to say anything after that, we just exchanged happy, sleepy smiles and cuddled up together. I never once seriously thought about going back to my own bed to sleep.

  ****

  We never had our shared dream again after that night. Things were back to normal while we slept, at least as normal as dreams ever get.

  Of course, there were other things that would most likely never go back to the way they were. Tyler and I very, very seldom slept alone anymore. It seemed so silly when we could sleep together instead. It was a bit of a risk that mom might have caught us eventually, even with how she usually respected our privacy, but we did it anyway.

  We started talking about moving into our own place, almost a necessity if we were going to keep fucking each other the way we wanted. I liked imagining it, but it was always hard to discuss seriously when Tyler and I were together. We seemed to get distracted a lot. It would happen some day, that was the important thing, and until then there were plenty of things we could do to keep ourselves amused.