Long, lean fingers trailed across my neck as beads of sweat began to run down my back. My thighs began to tense up in preparation for the explosion of tingles that would start at my swollen clit and spread through my body.
My little pink nipples stretched out further begging for his lips to find them. As I looked down a body, sinewy yet thick, began to form. Blue eyes that had flecks of steal grey looked back at me before narrowing as a moan of satisfaction passed his lips. The face began to take form and became a familiar shape.
My eyelids popped open as my heart gave an odd lurch. My heavy breathing must have woken me or perhaps it was the realization that I had just had an incredible sex dream about my own brother.
Shaking my head it took a moment to realize that I wasn't alone. My roommate had poked her head in and had a grin spread across her face.
"Who were you dreaming about?" Megan asked as she trotted into the room.
"Um," I stuttered. "That hot guy I bumped into at the library the other day."
"What hot guy at the library? You never told me about any sexy nerd!"
"Oh, well, I must have forgot to mention it."
She looked at me quizzically before throwing me a smile and bouncing out of the room. "Alright then, have your secrets Lora."
I couldn't have admitted that I had just had a dream about my brother filling me up as my pussy pulsed greedily around his cumming cock.
Beyond the incestuous factor, my brother was also her boyfriend. They had been dating for nearly six months and I had been forced to listen to them having sex on a regular basis thanks to the paper thin wall that split our bedrooms.
The truth was that I had never really approved of their relationship, but I gave them my blessing so things wouldn't be awkward. Megan had been after him for years, but he didn't seem interested until we graduated and moved into a tiny apartment together. My best friend and my brother. It seemed like a tolerable concept, but I secretly hated it. The cutesy crap of it never really irritated me, but listening to her pant his name and beg for him to make her cum was infuriating.
I walked into the kitchen still groggy from sleep, but found my panties were practically soaked. I wiggled uncomfortably and began hunting for coffee. I tried to turn on the water, but instead of filling the coffee pot, a deep glugging sound greeted me.
"Ugh! What's wrong with the water?" I whined, still shifting in my creamed panties.
"Dunno!" Megan yelled from her room. "Joe is coming to fix it tonight."
Upon mention of my brother's name, a tiny explosion of a pleasuring sting began to travel up my legs. My shoulders fell and I took a calming breath. A flash of the sex dream took over for a moment as Megan startled me into reality.
"He said he would look at it after he takes me to the airport," she explained while rounding the corner. "Why are you so jumpy?"
"I'm not!" I lied. "I just wanted coffee and a shower."
Raising a disbelieving eyebrow, she gave a patronizing nod. "Ok, you can always call him to see if he can come earlier."
"What?" I said reacting too hastily.
"Make him come now," she said grabbing her purse. "Although, he said he wanted to grab some lunch and talk about a few things. I bet he is worried that I am going to hook up with some guy while in Rio!"
All I managed to do was give her a shrug of the shoulders as I grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge.
The rest of the day I spent trying to shake the image of Joe's face contorting into a release of pleasure. The image of his mouth opening wide as a moan of pleasure coupled with each thrust made me cross my legs to try and contain the feeling. It wasn't the first dream I had had in which I found my brother between my legs. It was actually just one of several over the past couple of years.
A knock on the door startled me from my thoughts and I opened the door without hesitation. Joe stood in the doorway clutching a wrench and a small toolbox. His usual smile was absent from his face and looked depressed with the black night blanketing the sky. "What's wrong?" I asked, immediately going into my caring sister mode.
"Bad day," he replied with a sigh before throwing on a forced smile.
"Oh, is it because Megan is in Rio?"
"Nope." He responded with a shake of his head. "I had to break her little and I feel a bit bad about it."
"What? Why?" I, once again, retorted too quickly and with too much enthusiasm.
"Been trying to break it off with her for a few weeks now. Things have just their course," he answered as he made his way to the kitchen.
"Oh, really? So I won't have to listen to you to hump anymore?"
With a laugh he shook his head. "Broke up over a burger and part on good terms, but I still feel a bit bad about it. She cried a little, but perked up when she saw a couple of guys board the plane. Hand me the wrench."
"Well, that's good then I suppose. Which one is the wrench again?"
He pointed to the long silver tool that was lying between his legs. I hesitated for a moment before gently picking it up and putting it in his outstretched hand.
His head was hidden under the counter and his torso and legs were sprouting from under the sinking. His bent knees sent another flash of the sex dream through my head. I quickly shook it off and starting playing with my hair.
"So you could hear us having sex?"
"Yes, all the time. Didn't exactly soothe me to sleep though."
He laughed a deep throaty laugh before emerging from under the sink. He gave me an appraising look before retreating back to the pipes.
"What?"
