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Date: Tue, 09 Jun 2009 23:40:30 +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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