Close With Brother

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Erika had woken up suddenly, late in the middle of the unusually warm night. She had sweat dripping down her neck. Wearing just a pink, very thin nighty, she got up and silently stepped down the hall. She walked down the hall to her brother's room. They were always close but it was the dreams that she had tonight that made her ponder whether they were too close or close enough. She looked into his room and found him wearing just a pair of pajama bottoms, no shirt. She always did admire his strong, athletic chest, when she decided to glance. Erika felt almost dirty to look at her brother like this but he was such a strong chested and a very attractive man. Nothing was ever going to happen between them so she told herself that there was no harm in any of it. She came in, quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed, taking her soft fingertip, touching his bare, muscular chest. She felt the need to be close with him ever since their father left and being close to her brother made he feel better.

ooc: Sample PM please
 
John wasn't sure when exactly his dreams had shifted......

One second he was pounding the court....running yet another fast break......a blur color and motion as faceless, nameless opponents tried in vain to take the ball away from him.....

Glancing over to his left, he saw her.....a single cheerleader seeming to wink at him as his eyes raked over her. God, she was hot.....perfect....curves in all the right places.....who was she?

The dark haired goddess smiled as she sauntered forward, facial features annoyingly blurry despite his ability to concentrate.....but her touch was so very real.....gently running down across his chest.....where had his jersey gone?

His lips parted in the whisper of a moan.....completely unaware that his dream was at least partially founded in reality.
 
"John.." I whisper softly as I climbed into bed with my brother. I couldn't sleep again. Our dad had left us only a few months ago. Most brothers picked on their little sisters but John protected me always. I laid my head down on his strong chest.

"I hope you don't mind I'm here..."
 
"John.....I hope you don't mind that I'm here....."

Numbly, he shook his head.......smiling at her touch, and frowning softly as he felt it fade. For some reason....the game around them had not only stopped, but faded into non-existance. It was just the two of them.....the basketball player, and the strange blurry faced girl with the seemingly perfect body.....

"Not at all...."

In his dream, he leaned forward.....kissing her cheek softly as he tried to pick up the soft scent of her perfume.....

Completely unaware that he had snuggled in closer to his own sister, his muscled body a little closer to her than what it should be....his face buried softly in the crook of her innocent neck.....
 
I wrapped my arm around you softly, resting my head against your muscular chest. "John..thank you. I couldn't sleep." I whisper as my fingers softly tease your chest. It was obvious that you worked out.
 
"John..thank you. I couldn't sleep."

A look of confusion.....why would she be thanking him? Just how much of this was real? Was he dreaming?

And then she came to him again.....close enough that he could smell her hair as her fingers teased his chest once more......a soft moan slipping from between the lips of both realms....fantasy and reality......

He felt her arms around him, and he rolled slightly with it, his thicker arms enfolding her completely, wanting to hold her as well.....freezing only when he felt her retreating, having no idea that in reality his tossing about was making it difficult for his sister to maintain her position of using his chest as a pillow....

So instead he draped a free hand over her....pulling her close and denying her retreat.....this sexy vixen smelled so wonderful.....so alluring.....her curvature fitting perfectly with his own. And while he enjoyed it to a point.....he knew that eventually he was going to want more.....was going to want to test the boundary of what he was rapidly beginning to suspect was a dream.....

Too many things were blurry to him......and yet quite a few teased his senses with perfect clarity.
 
My day had been horrible. My boyfriend had been fucking some stupid ass cheerleader so he and I were threw. Damn, I wish you weren't my brother. My fingers caress your chest softly. "John, you're so sexy." I whisper. "why don't you have a girlfriend?"
 
"John, you're so sexy, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Another soft moan, this one holding a much more dangerous, husky quality....

"Because I've been chasing after you.....because you turned me down, and I just don't feel like I'm interested in anyone else right now."

He could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts....moving softly he pressed forward for much needed contact.....contact that eluded him as he silently arched in his sleep. And yet, just as he was becoming convinced once more that this was just a crazy dream, the touch returned again.....raking tantalizingly across his chest.....

"I love you...."

Of course....he had no idea that those last few words were said aloud......
 
I had felt so lonely lately. My boyfriend had been such a jackass. I reach down, my hand feeling your manhood through your boxers. "John, you like that?" I ask.
 
And then it was there.....my breath catching as the contact I had lusted for so badly it had permeated into my dreams was suddenly realized......

"Yesssssss."

I wanted to moved....but there was a weight on my chest.....a soft but pleasant heaviness that I wasn't about to stop me as I pulled her close to me.....only to have her slip away into wisps of smoke.....

"Wha....what the...."

Bleary eyes cracked open....acutely aware of my cock being softly stroked.....

"Erika?! What the fuck? When did you....what are you....oh sonnovabitch.....!"

And almost as suddenly...another soft, throaty moan....my dream rushing back to me, along with the realization of what must have really been happening.....

"What are you doing, sis? You shouldn't be.....I mean.....doing that....."
 
"Don't make me stop..please.." I whisper as my hand softly touched you again through your boxers. My other hand softly rested on your thighs.
 
"But....but why?"

Looking at you....perhaps for the first time, I see just how much you've grown.....you're certainly not the gangly limbed mop headed angel I've had to defend from bullies so many years. Just when had those bullies started to take interest in you for other things? Things that I've defended you against just as fiercely....

Things that are coming into new and appreciated clarity.....as I glance down slightly....not missing the ample cleavage viewable from your nightie.

"I can't....ignore that it feels good, sis.....but this is just.....wrong. What would mom and dad think?"
 
"They won't know. I'm so lonely." I whisper. I slowly slid my hand into your boxers, feeling your hardening manhood. "So big, John. God.."
 
"Erika....."

I swallow hard....glancing down again, and noticing how well defined now my cock is against my boxers.....I really should stop you.....my mind is screaming at me to say something to back away....to do anything! But all I can think about is how good my cock feels tightly enwrapped in your smallish hand....and how much better it might feel if those boxers weren't in the way.

Before I know it....I've moved.....soft fingers reaching easily to slide down the seemingly offered cleft in your ample chest.....groping your tit flesh firmly despite the presence of the nightie you wear, and sliding just enough to feel a ragged nipple harsh against my palm....

"How could you possibly be lonely.....you're so incredibly beautiful.....you know we shouldn't be doing this, Erika.......you should.....you should go back to your room."

And though the words were spoke.....there was no conviction behind them whatsoever.
 
"John..please..please." I begged softly. "I'm so lonely..make me feel good..make me feel like a grown woman." I beg my older brother..my fingers stroking you through your boxers.
 
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