Dreams Don't Count
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.
     
    When the first movie was over I put in another one,
with no objections from my brother. As panicked as he might get at
times, I was pretty sure he didn't really mind spending time with
me. He was just worried that it would turn into something more
dangerous. He was probably justified in worrying about that
possibility.
     
    When I sat back down I made sure I was closer to
Tyler, not quite cuddling or anything, but not leaving much space
between our bodies either. Mom hadn't popped in for a while and it
was fairly likely she'd be off to bed in the relatively near future
anyway.
     
    "I need to ask you something," I said in a low voice,
just in case.
     
    Tyler glanced at me, then turned back to the tv.
"Okay."
     
    "When you woke up this morning, did you make a mess?
You know, from jerking off."
     
    "No. Just woke up horny as hell. Which was confusing
after having just
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