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Subject: Title story: "MY BROTHER'S DREAM" Author: INCEST SIS 63520635
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Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 08:59:48 +0000
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MY BROTHER'S DREAM One night, I lay in bed reading, and I heard Robert in the
shower, singing a song gently. Then, the shower stopped, and he waved good night
as he passed my room. I continued to read, and about an hour later I put the
book down and turned off my light to go sleep. I lay in bed, tossing around, and
suddenly, I heard moaning. My parents were on the other side of the house, and I
knew it must be Bobby. I sat up in bed, and heard the moan again. I didn't
really know what the matter was. I got out of bed. I went to Bobby's room, and
the door was open. I stepped inside. He moaned again, and I realized that he was
having a nightmare. I sat on the edge of the bed and shook him. I could feel his
strong muscles beneath my fingers. He was only wearing a pair of briefs, and in
the moonlit room, I could see the enormous bulge of his hard dick in his shorts.
I could feel myself getting excited, looking at the shape of my brother's cock.
He jerked in his sleep, and I moved my hand lower to shake him, down to his
stomach. "Bobby," I said, "Bobby, you're having a nightmare." His arms flailed
out, pushing against my arm, pushing my hand down to his crotch. I started to
snatch my hand away, and then, in his sleep, he reached down and put his hand on
mine. "Esther," he moaned. I tried to pull my hand away, but he kept hold of my
hand. Finally, I wrenched free. I sat there, wondering about myself. I had
enjoyed the feel of his hard dick beneath my hand, and had loved the way he
pressed his hand against mine. His hand was warm and strong, and his cock was
long and fat. He jerked in his sleep, and I reached and shook him again. "Bobby,
wake up," I said firmly, close to his ear. He turned his head, and in the dim
moonlight, I could see his eyes open. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "You
were having a nightmare," I said, "and you were moaning. I came to see what I
could do for you." "Do for me," he said. "I was dreaming about you, about your
hand, about your tits, Esther." "Do what? My tits?" "What you did with your
hand. Yes, your tits." I knew he was half-asleep. I didn't want him moaning
anymore, waking up everyone in the house. I grabbed his cock, making sure he was
wide awake. At least, that's what I told myself. I wanted to grab his cock, his
real, flesh-and-blood cock, not the bulge in his briefs. He moved his hand down
to mine and pressed it against his cock. He moved his hand up and down. "Like
that," he said. He released my hand. I kept it where it was. I moved it slowly,
feeling the hard manliness of his dick throbbing under my hand. I exhaled a deep
breath. I could feel a tingling in my groin. I was getting excited. The hardness
under my palm was too much. It was a real, true-to-life, hard dick pressing
against my hand under those briefs. It was enormous. I loved the feel of it, the
warmth of the flesh beneath the sheer cotton of his shorts. I moved my hand to
the band of his briefs. I slipped my fingers inside, feeling the warmth of his
hard cock pressing against my fingers. I could feel his thick pubic hair. There
was a lot of it, it seemed, a veritable thicket of rich, thick hair. I moved my
fingers around his hard dick, stroking it slowly. I was loving it, and I know
that Bobby was, too. I took my other hand and tugged at the briefs, and he
lifted his ass so I could pull them down. His fat dick sprung up and audibly
slapped him in the belly. He wast circumcised, the head of his dick looking like
a big, fat bulb sitting on top of a pole of hot flesh. I could see in the dim
light that he had enormous balls, and the head of his cock seemed to shine in
the light coming from the window. I moved my fingers to his balls, and stroked
his dick with the other hand. I ran my hand up his tummy to his chest, feeling
the hard muscles under the soft, warm skin. I bent down and kissed his stomach,
then moved my mouth lower. The head of his cock was right in front of my lips. I
darted out with my tongue and touched the tip of his dick with it. The head of
it had a tiny drop of sticky stuff on top. I tasted it, and it was salty. I
moved my lips and tongue down, running them along the shaft of his cock, all the
way to his balls. I licked his balls, then moved back up to his cock. I took it
into my mouth, sucking on it, rolling my tongue around the head of it. I sucked
it all the way to the back of my throat. I could feel it pulse and throb inside
my mouth, and I loved the taste and feel of the thing in me. I sucked harder and
harder, and began moving my head up and down, his cock filling my mouth totally.
It was awfully big. I felt his legs begin to shake and twitch, and his stomach
muscles were moving under my cheek. He moaned again, and it sounded like the
same moan as before. All of a sudden, his dick jerked, and hot liquid shot out
of the head of his dick into my mouth. It was followed by another and another,
and still, he kept cumming. I swallowed and swallowed, but there was an awful
lot of it. My mouth felt stretched, and there was the taste of salty, tangy,
sticky fluid in my mouth. I pulled my mouth away and wiped my lips on his
stomach. I pulled his shorts back up, and left him laying there quietly. I stuck
my finger in my pussy, and moved all over my bed as I had one orgasm after
another. The next night, I crept into his room, and he was waiting for me. Only,
this time, it was his mouth on me. --- Esther M., Malvern, AL
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