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Date: Thu, 26 May 2005 21:17:10 +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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