0 comments/ 40334 views/ 4 favorites Sweet Cum By: jennaflower I walk into the room and find you there, though you haven't realized my presence. I watch you from behind… as you read the story that is on your monitor. Your thoughts are captivated by the fantasy described on the screen; my thoughts are captivated by you. I stand there for a moment, losing myself in thoughts of you. I lean up against the doorframe and imagine you touching my body as I softly touch my breast through my shirt. I allow my fingers to press firmly against my nipples as they start to harden. My cunt begins to allow moisture to escape and the smell of my sex begins to fill the room. I unbutton my blouse rapidly, barely touching my fingertips to my warm skin. I push my bra aside giving my big tits the freedom that my nipples now require. I place my hands under my breasts, raising my nipples to my mouth. My tongue darts quickly over my hard nipples, leaving a moist trail of saliva. I open my mouth and gently suck my right nipple in to my mouth…softly touching my teeth to the sensitive flesh. I remove my left hand from under my breast, allowing my breast to settle back into place. I guide my left hand lower, down my stomach and begin to run my fingers through my damp pubic hair. My wetness is overwhelming, I can no longer resist as I slide a finger into my sopping wet hole. My juices are abundant as they begin to trickle down the inner portion of my legs. Quickly I remove my finger and bring it to my mouth to sample the sweetness of my juices. I want to feel your hard cock inside me, but I have a greater need, a need that only your hard cock can quench. I slowly and quietly walk towards you as I remove my clothing, feeling my body begin to quiver with each inch closer I am to you. I stand behind you and gently place my hands on your shoulders as I pull your head back towards my breasts. I begin to massage your muscles and you slowly relax under my touch as you press your head against my breasts causing my nipples to harden under the subtle pressure. I continue to massage you silently, allowing you to continue reading. I reach down your sides and tug on your shirt, wanting its removal. You move forward slightly to assist me… with your help my goal is reached as your shirt falls to the floor. Your attention returns to the screen as my hands return to your shoulders and I lower my lips to your neck. I taste the salt on your skin and my nipples become harder instantly. I run my fingers through your hair, gently pulling, causing your nerve endings to become more sensitive. My lips continue to taste your skin as I slowly begin to pull your chair away from the desk. My lips never leave your shoulder as I slowly move around your chair. My lips begin to wander slowly down your chest until they come into contact with your nipple, I open my mouth quickly sucking in your nipple feeling it harden under the attention of my warm tongue. You move your hands in an effort to touch my breasts. I stop you and push your hands down to the armrests. I look up at you and smile, a silent instruction telling you to remain still. You smile at me as your hands firmly take hold, fighting the urge to participate. I know just how difficult this is for you as you watch my breasts, but you know I enjoy being in control. Later the control will be yours, until then you realize that fighting the urge to touch me will be difficult. I slowly begin to kneel between your legs, my hands slowly massaging the inside of your thighs as they continue up towards your crotch. My lips continue to suck on your nipples as my hands move over the bulge in your jeans. I rub the front of your jeans, feeling your cock continuing to harden under my touch. I take my fingers and begin unbuttoning your pants. Though I am eager to free your hard cock, I move slowly. My tongue continues to moisten your nipples, savoring the saltiness of your skin. I remove my lips from your nipples, allowing my hunger to take control. My tongue softly moves down your stomach towards my occupied hands. I finally finish unbuttoning your pants and reach my hand in to remove your huge cock. I firmly pull out all 7 inches of your cock and smile up at you. You return the smile as I slowly open my mouth and take in the head of your cock. In one swift stroke of my mouth, you are completely in and my hunger is satisfied as your cock presses firmly against the back of my throat. I feel your hands resting on my head as you try to control my movements. I stop sucking your cock in objection. I hear you laugh quietly as you return your hands to the chair. I know that the control is once again mine as I continue to stroke your cock with my lips. I gently move my tongue in rhythm with my lips… beginning at the base and running it up the length of your hard cock until it reaches the tip. I softly begin to moan knowing that the vibrations it causes will bring you closer to the edge of cumming. I listen to your breathing as you plead for me to suck you. I take notice of how the excitement of the moment has caused your cock to take on a purplish hue as it begs for my tongues attention. I gently place my lips on your purplish tip, gently caressing, allowing my tongue to dart from between my lips to quickly lick it then once again disappearing back into my mouth. With each passing moment I open my mouth, taking more of your cock in. Inch by inch your cock enters my mouth, slow at first, but quickly picking up speed pace. I continue to suck you, knowing that you enjoy the feel of my lips around your hard cock. I remove your cock from my mouth and gently use my tongue to lick every hard inch, taking my lips and sucking gently on your balls which are heavy with hot cum. A large drop of pre-cum presents itself for my tasting, and I do. I lick it off gently, allowing it to touch my taste buds on my tongue. The sweetness of it makes my cunt instantly wet. I take your cock into my mouth once again, pressing it all the way back to my throat. I stroke your cock only once more when I begin to feel your cock pulsate in sync with your increasing moans which are a sure sign of the pending explosion. I press your cock deep into my mouth one final time as you finally release your load of hot sweet cum. Quickly I swallow each and every drop as I completely suck you dry. I remove my lips from your cock as I look up to see that your eyes are shut in relaxation. I stand before you and place my lips on yours, kissing you deeply, and sharing with you the sweet taste of your cum. You place your arms around me, as I offer no resistance. Finally the power and control belongs to you, and you can do with me what you wish. You stand before me, holding me tightly against your bare skin as you firmly grab my ass, pulling my cunt against your semi-hard cock. You kiss me deeply and pull my hair so that my face looks towards the ceiling above us. You plant hot wet kisses on my neck, clearly on a mission. The trail of kisses quickly approaches my breasts and you gently bite my left nipple as a moan escapes my lips. I take my hands placing them on your shoulders, pressing you lower until you are on your knees before me. You firmly place your hands on my thighs, urging me to separate them. I do as you suggest and place one foot on the chair you had been sitting in. This position leaves my cunt completely exposed to you. You place your lips inches away from my damp bush, softly blowing cool air in its direction resulting in the instant hardening of my clit. You hear me catch my breath in reaction and you smile. You move your lips closer, barely touching my hot mound of curls. I try to press myself against your lips, but you move away slightly. I return to my previous position realizing that you are in control. I look down at you to see you moving forward again, this time with your mouth slightly open. I close my eyes in anticipation of your touch. Softly I feel your tongue touch my hot clit, which only increases my excitement. You raise your hand to meet my pussy, gently opening me up wider allowing you a better view of my hidden fruit. I almost reach the edge of orgasm as I feel your fingers gently pinch my clit, but you stop. The last thing you want for me to do is cum so soon. You touch your tongue to my clit as your fingers hold it in place, slowly tasting my juices that are quickly trying to escape. Suddenly, without warning, you push your tongue within my cunt. I moan with delight as your continue to firmly press your tongue deep inside of me. I press my cunt harder against your face as I enjoy the friction. You tongue licks my clit as I begin to feel an orgasm build, you gently bite my clit once, then again, knowing that doing so will throw me over the edge. You are right. As your teeth grab hold of my clit for the second time I am taken in to the center of an incredible orgasm. Every muscle in my body quivers with passion, every thought in my mind disappears and I am overcome with the sensual erotic explosion. As my orgasm subsides you stand before me and spin me around. My hands hold onto the back of the chair as you stand behind me and pull my legs farther apart. You align yourself with my hips and with one fast motion you slam your hard dick into my dripping cunt. Oh, your hard cock feels so good inside me. I beg you to fuck me faster and harder, I want to feel you slam deep into me. You hold on to my hips, guiding your meat into me. I do not resist, in fact, I press myself harder towards you. You and I move as one, the sound of your cock slamming into my wet hole causes us to speed up the movements. You reach around my hip to massage my clit. Having your cock in me and your finger stimulating my pussy is more than I can handle. I quickly give into another powerful orgasm, rocking my body, pressing my cunt harder against your cock. You continue to ride me, pounding into me, slamming that cock into my wet pussy. I begin to talk to you, using words that turn you on completely. I tell you to fuck me harder, to slam into me faster, to give me all of your hard cock. I hear your breathing change; I feel your cock begin to pulsate in my cunt. You take a handful of my hair and firmly pull as you begin to shoot your hot cum in my pussy. Before you are completely done releasing your cum, I quickly turn around allowing some of your cum to land on my breasts. When you are done Cumming, you slowly open your eyes to find me licking my breast and tasting your sweet cum. You join me and together we share your sweet cum as we kiss deeply. I can hardly wait until the next time I feel your hard cock. Sweet Cunt (C) 2005 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me - it makes writing these worthwhile. * I let out an approving moan, my mouth prised open with a dental retractor. One of my mistress's other slaves was enthusiastically flicking her tongue against my nipple. Part of me wanted to pull away, but I didn't. Sweet Cunt, our mistress named her. It was tattooed on her bare mons venus. Mine still reads "Complete Slut." I guess I never thought she'd leave me - this was only a few months into our relationship - and my new mistress thinks it suits me anyway. It looks like it'll be my name for life at this rate. At the time, I guess Sweet Cunt and I were both living up to our names. I'd been caught going down on her the day before, and this was our punishment, or whatever it was. I knew I wasn't allowed to eat out my mistress's other slaves, but I couldn't help myself. She kept us all in a constant state of arousal. When I saw Sweet Cunt grinning at me in that way that only she could, I couldn't take it any more. You'd understand if you ever met her. Her whole face would light up. She had the most beautiful face, from her long, curly, auburn hair to the freckles on her cheeks. How was I supposed to resist that? As Sweet Cunt went back to circling her tongue around my areola, I moaned again, trying to get just a little bit closer, but I couldn't. We were dressed and restrained exactly the same as each other: dental retractors forced our drooling mouths open; garter belts wrapped around our hips; stockings encasing our legs and boots with impossibly high heels made our feet ache. Between the heels and Sweet Cunt's tongue, I was having a hard enough time just keeping my balance. Our outfits were completed by our single sleeves. The D-rings at their ends were padlocked to separate chains, tethering us to ceiling hooks that were slightly too far apart. I couldn't get the sound of the rattling metal out of my head, and if anything, it was turning me on even more. The chains were just long enough for us to lick each other's nipples or approximate kissing each other, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. In a way, that only made things harder. The only thing we couldn't do with our tongues, besides speak, was go down on each other. No matter how hard we tried, we could never reach. After a while, we gave up and resigned ourselves to just licking each other's breasts and entwining our tongues together. Just teasing each other, really. At least, that's what we had decided to do until our mistress got back. We had no idea what she would do when she returned. She was a pretty unpredictable woman. Not being able to orgasm was driving me insane, and I knew that Sweet Cunt wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I could smell her cunt from where I was standing. She stood upright, giving her tongue a rest. As she moved her head up, a string of saliva extended between us before finally snapping, half of it hanging from her mouth and the other half sticking to my naked breast. It's funny the little details you remember. It felt cold, but the room was too warm anyway. Sweet Cunt's exposed labia were glistening with precum. Glancing down, I could see that mine were the same, but I didn't really need to check; I could already feel how wet I was. I could even smell both of us, that sweet smell. Pulling my chain as far as it would go, I leaned forwards and started to lick her breasts again. They were so well-formed that I didn't know whether to feel jealous or lucky. I should have thanked the stars to have such an attractive slave to serve with, but in those days I was young and still worried about my self image. I adored everything about Sweet Cunt from those cute freckles and that intoxicating grin to what I could see of her personality. We never got the chance to show that much of who we were inside, but the little I did see, I loved. The time we spent together in that room that day - I never did find out how long it was - felt like an eternity. I went from licking her breasts to flicking my tongue rapidly against her nipples again. It was so frustrating. I couldn't even think straight. One thought preoccupied my mind: when would I next be able to taste that sweet cunt? Sweet Cyn I should start with the simple facts about myself. My name is Cynthia, I just turned eighteen, the day before my high school graduation as a matter of fact. My father left our family ten years ago, something that my mother can never forget. My mom is wonderful, but lately has been distracted with carrying on a full time job. I have a brother, John, who is ten months older than me. John and I have always been close, well, not always... It was really just since dad had left. John had become my brother and my best friend, and in many ways my dad. I enjoyed the company of my big brother when our mom was out. Which happened to be most of the time. She had gone from housewife to single working mom and wasn't around much anymore. We were close to her though. We had to be. It wouldn't have been right for John and I to have been bratty teenagers to her, not when she was working so hard for us. -- I woke early on Saturday morning. John and I were both pretty strung-out with finals week having just finished at school. And mom was, well, to be honest I rarely know how she really felt. She had been working late the previous night and was probably still asleep. I probably should have been asleep still too. It was seven-oh-clock on a Saturday morning for heaven's sake. Still, I was up and wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep for the time being. I blearily walked downstairs to the kitchen and reached for a water glass. I leaned against the sink and looked into our backyard that was being gradually filled with light. I loved our back yard in the morning, the sun always made the grass look particularly green. The day promised to be warm, but it still looked like it was chilly in the morning sun. I searched around the cupboards for a suitable breakfast and found that I was running dangerously low on Lucky Charms. "Get mine out too," said John who and trudged into the kitchen wearing his pajama pants and rubbing sleep from his eyes. I complied and tossed him his box of Coco Puffs. "What are you doing up so early?" I asked. I pulled the bowls and milk out and set it on the counter. "I gave up the idea of more sleep when you went thundering past my room and down the stairs," he complained, pouring himself his breakfast. "I was not thundering!" I said indignantly. "Call it what you like. It was loud." "You can sleep through anything," I defended myself. "I crashed when I got home from school yesterday, so I think I was pretty ready to be awake." "You're such a loser. What self respecting nineteen year old boy goes to bed at four-oh-clock on a Friday night?" "You're one to be talking about being a loser. You did nothing last night, just sat around by yourself. You should get yourself some friends." "I have plenty of friends, thank you very much," I said huffily. "Why don't you have a boyfriend, Cyn?" he asked. I shrugged. I hadn't gone out with a boy since my freshman year. Maybe he was right and I was a loser. I guess I had just been a bit stressed out with school and mom, I hadn't thought much about boys. Okay, I actually had thought about them, quite a lot, but not actually done anything about going to get one. I found out pretty quickly that most guys my age weren't interested in romance and I wasn't really sure if I was just interested in sex. Well...I was very interested in sex; I just wasn't sure who with. "Guess I just haven't found one yet," I mumbled. "I think they have found you though," he pointed out mischievously. "Come on, what about Alex? I think he's into you." "He has a girlfriend." "Pierson?" "I'm too smart for him." "Jonathan?" "God John, don't you think it would be a little bit awkward to go out with someone with the same name as my brother?" I said exasperatedly. He shrugged. "Why is it such a big deal anyway?" "You should get out more, that's all. 'Sides, you not bad looking, it wouldn't take much work to find a guy." "What a compliment," I said sarcastically, "Well, I'm glad I'm not bad looking." "Okay little sis, you're really pretty. Is that better?" I brushed away the compliment shyly. "You're one to be talking. Why don't you have a girlfriend then?" I shot back. "I have my hands full with my two lovely ladies at home; I doubt I could handle another one." "Because mom and I are so much work," I said sarcastically. "You're not and that's the best part. I get stuck with women who need me and they don't need a thing in return," he laughed, smacking me on the butt on his way to the dishwasher. "You think you're such a lady-killer..." "Because I know I am!" he said, grinning deviously as he left the room. I shook my head exasperatedly. Good-looking men were always such bastards. Okay, my brother wasn't a bastard, not really. Actually, if more guys were like him I'm pretty sure there would be a lot less women like mom. Yes, dad was a bastard in my opinion, but I don't think mom had made the best choices either. I don't think getting pregnant when she was nineteen was such a good idea, but that was none of my business. I went back upstairs and looked for something to wear. It was a Saturday morning, why was I even looking at clothes? I went to take a shower. I would decide what to wear when I was done. Once I was thoroughly refreshed and clean I went back to my room. I put my underclothes on and found a shirt that would be suitable. John burst into my room. Okay, he didn't really 'burst', he actually just walked in. The thing was that at standing at six foot two, he just kind of took up space. "God John, what's your problem? Ever heard of knocking?" I said, frustrated by his intrusion. At least I was wearing a shirt and panties but it still made nervous. I didn't have body issues or anything like that. I actually was pretty satisfied with how I looked. I was about five six, slim but not anorexic. Unlike most California girls my age I wasn't eager for a boob or nose job. I was a happy 30C and wasn't interested in having back problems because I wanted plastic DDs or whatever the attraction was. More importantly, I didn't feel the need to have superficial men, like dad, attracted to me because I had big boobs. "Yes, I have heard of knocking but I naturally assumed that you were decent because your door was a jar," he said defensively. I shifted and reached for my shorts. "So what do you want?" I demanded. "Oh, I was just going to tell you that I going to take you to a movie this afternoon and on our way home we are picking up a pizza," he said, "And I'm not asking you. I'm just telling you ahead of time." "Okay. I agree to my kidnapping," I said. There were worse things in life than being forced to go to a movie with your brother. "Now get out." I pushed him to the door. I was grateful for the relaxing day. It promised to be a decent weekend too. The teachers had spared us weekend homework after finals and the next week of school promised to just be movie watching and yearbook signing before graduation. I relaxed and basked in the sun until it was time to see the movie. I didn't pay much attention the movie. It was just nice to be out of the house. After soaking up the sun for a good part of day it was also nice to be someplace dark and cool. Two hours later we were released from the movie and back into the sun, talking lazily about the movie. We walked to pick up our pizza. Even though it was only four-oh-clock we would take it and bake it at home. We grabbed a movie while we were waiting for them to make it. I blushed furiously when I noticed the extremely cute boy behind the counter glancing at me a few times. I ignored him as we tried to find a movie. I ignored him till he came over to us anyway. "Can I help you with anything?" he asked. He looked to be about our age. Your typical cute sandy haired surfer that seemed to be so stereotypical of southern Cali, and yet never failed to charm you. I shook my head and looked away. I always got nervous when boys checked me out, which is certainly what he was doing. "I don't know, Cyn, can he help you with anything?" asked John, who I think was greatly enjoying my embarrassment. "No," I said quickly. "Shut up!" I elbowed John as he started sniggering as soon as the boy left. "Come on, what was wrong with him? You thought he was cute, I know you did, and he was checking you out. You could have flirted with him, or at least have said more than 'no'." "Shut up," I said again. "You're scared, aren't you?" he teased. "Of course you don't have the guts to talk to him." "Alright, fine!" he had provoked me. "If flirting is what you want, then that is just what you'll get." I stomped away from him. I changed my stomp to a sway as a neared the counter where the boy sat sullenly. "You know, I think I do need help with a movie," I said to him with a broad smile. "Sure," he said, jumping up, "What are you looking for?" "Um, I was thinking a good romance would be nice..." I bit my lip endearingly. "Something cute to watch with your boyfriend?" he asked, glancing toward John who was standing where I left him. I noticed how he tactfully was trying to find out if I was single. "Oh him?" I asked coyly, looking at John. "No, he's only my brother. I'm not really looking for cute. I was thinking more along the lines of passion..." I crossed my arms in a way that I knew made my cleavage double. His eyes flicked to my chest. I guess he noticed too. "I can do passion, I mean," he blushed, "I can find it," he said quickly, "If that's what you want." It was nice to know that someone was more awkward than me when talking. I took some movie he gave me without really paying attention and paid for it. "I hope that works," he said. "Thanks so much," I said enthusiastically as I took the movie. "See you around." "You will," he agreed. Maybe John was right and flirting really wasn't too bad after all. John scowled down at me when I walked up to him. I smiled smugly. "Told you I could," I bragged. "Pull your shirt up, you're practically flashing the world," he muttered. I looked down. I wasn't anywhere close to exposing myself, and it was the same as when we had left the house before the movie. I pulled it lower to spite him. "You didn't think I would do it did you?" I asked. He didn't respond so I continued. "Well, I think you have a point. I should start seeing guys again. And I really liked that guy, Nick, in the movie store, so I think I'll talk to him again," I gushed with more enthusiasm than I felt. I was really just pushing for a reaction from John. "I was just kidding. You're a strong girl. You don't need a guy." "Are you going all protective older brother on me now? After telling me to do it?" "Yeah, maybe I am. I don't like how he was looking at you," he said, and made it very clear that the conversation was over. When we got home John skulked around avoiding me. I put the pizza in after a while and he was lured out of his room by the smell eventually. It's amazing what food will do to a guy. He appeared to be in a much better mood and he sat at the counter, eagerly awaiting the pizza. He went to the pantry and got out a bottle of red wine and opened it. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked sternly. I watched the cork come out with a pop. "Well, I think I'm drinking some Chianti, what does it look like?" He took a look at the label. "Yep, I think that is exactly what I'm doing," he confirmed. "Want some?" He got out glasses. "What about mom?" I asked. It's not like I'd never had a drink before, but this felt different. Apart from the occasional champagne on Christmas, I never drank at home. "She's not home. I talked to her before we left actually; she said she'd be out late tonight." I wasn't worried about her missing the bottle. We had quite an extensive selection of wine in our house. My mom's guilty indulgence. "Alright then," I agreed. "I guess it is celebratory... what with finals done and all." "Exactly my thoughts. Cheers," he said, handing me a glass. I pulled the pizza out of the oven and put it on the stove. "Oh man I'm hungry," he said staring at the pizza longingly while I cut it. "You're always hungry," I sighed. It was like teenage boys could eat everything in sight and still be hungry. Unbelievable. "You look comfortable; I'm going to go change," I decided. The early June heat turned crisp at night and I pulled on my sweatpants and a tank top, hoping to curl up under the blanket on the couch. "I don't know why you always insist on wearing sweatpants," sighed John when I joined him. He was grabbing plates and napkins. "What the hell is wrong with sweatpants?" I asked. "They're comfy." "But you have pretty legs; you need to show them off more." "It's eight at night and you're the only person around me right now, I don't think it really matters." "What, so I don't matter? You don't care about dear old brother?" "Of course I do, but you're just teasing." "I'm not. I got the most beautifulest sister and mommy alive." "Lucky man," I smiled as I put in the DVD. He was right, he was a lady-killer. The phone rang before I could sit down. I answered and heard my mom on the line. "I have a conference," she said, "It's last minute but I have to go," she explained. "Of course, where is it?" I asked. My mom worked in sales and was always going on quick call conferences. "It's in Las Vegas, baby. It's a four and a half hour drive." "Okay mama, when will you be back?" "Would you and John be okay if till Monday on your own?" "Of course we will." "You won't... burn the house down or anything?" she asked. We had a really nice house. Just because my mom was working full time didn't mean we weren't well off. She just had to work hard to keep it. "Hmm, I don't know..." I teased. "Johnnie, are we going to burn the house down while mommy's away?" I asked him. "Damnit, it was going to be a surprise!" he said, pretending to be disappointed. "He said it was going to be a surprise," I reported back to mom. "You just spoiled your welcome home present." "Oh darling, I'm so glad you two get along. I don't know how I could have survived having normal fighting kids." "I'm glad too, mommy," I agreed. "Drive safe, okay? And pull over if you're tired," I reminded her. "Of course I will. I love you lots, tell John I love him too." "Okay mom, bye," I hung up. "Mom loves you," I told John when I put the phone back. "Well I certainly hope so," he said. "So, where's she going and when will she be back?" "Las Vegas, and she'll be back on Monday." "That means we have the house all to ourselves, lil sis, for two days." "Yes, that indeed," I agreed. "A lovely boring two days. Start the movie," I commanded. I leaned against him as he started the movie. The pizza and wine slowly diminishing as I snuggled against him. The movie wasn't exactly what I had intended. I guess it serves me right for not paying attention when I got it. It was certainly passionate, that's for sure. I didn't want to look like I was intent on what was going on in the movie, but I also didn't want to make eye contact with John in the midst of the moaning so I settled for attempting a bored look towards the TV. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. John had one arm lazily around my shoulders as I leaned against him. Although the blanket covered my legs, his body was not and I had been out with enough boys to know that the movie was getting him going. Which I couldn't blame him for at all, considering I was enjoying it far more than I let on. I just wasn't sure if I wanted to share that experience with my brother. Relief filled me when the movie was over. "Well, that wasn't exactly what I was expecting," I said when it was done. "It was better than the flick you made me watch last time," he pointed out. That was true. Last time we had a movie night it was a really pointless movie. "I got something better," he said, holding out the latest season of Heroes. "Sweet!" I said enthusiastically. "Go put it in." "You go," he said, giving it to me. "I put the last on in," I protested. "It's your turn." I gave him a shove, which didn't really do much good. I was in good shape from swimming and running and stuff, but I wasn't exactly a competitive athlete. On the other hand, John was six foot two of toned muscle. Needless to say, my push didn't do much good. He playfully pushed me back and it went on until he finally pinned me to the couch. "I won," he grinned down at me. There was no shocker there. "But I'm going to be nice to you and I'll go anyway," he said and rolled off of me. When he had turned to the DVD player I sprawled out on the couch, just to bug him. "Now really, is that anyway to repay your sweet brother?" he asked when he turned back to the couch. He picked me up like I was doll and set me down again. I scowled at him. It was unfair that he could just move me like that. I settled back to watch Heroes anyway. After a few episodes though, I was pretty tired. "I'm spent," I said, "I'm turning in." "I'm right behind you," he agreed. I fell asleep quickly, if somewhat restlessly. I woke up restlessly in the early hours of the day. I wasn't one to usually have bad dreams, but that one had seriously freaked me out. It gave me the kind of feeling that I wasn't safe in bed, but it would be worse if I got out of bed, but I couldn't be alone. Before I could think it over, I rushed across the hall to John's room. I didn't care if he thought I was a baby, I was freaked out. He looked sound asleep, so I quietly slipped into his warm bed next to him. I loved the feeling of body generated warmth in a bed. It was incredibly comforting. Besides, no bad dream axe-murderer would dare come for me when I was in a toasty bed with my big brother. I closed my eyes and slept easily again. A shifting in the bed woke me slowly the next morning. I opened my eyes blearily. "What the hell!" said John in shock when he looked around and saw that his arm was around me. "Good morning to you too," I said. It didn't take me long to remember that I had gone running into his room in the night from a bad dream. "Wha- but you- WHAT?" he spluttered in confusion. "What do you think you're doing in here?" "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I got really freaked out..." "What, you had a bad dream?" he asked incredulously. "Um, yeah," I said, suddenly feeling very stupid. "Okay," he said reluctantly. He sighed and put his arms around me again, pulling me close. "You're always safe with me." I was somewhat shocked at his reaction. I thought he would push me out or something. "But what if I wasn't wearing anything?! What if I had snuck a girl in or something? You have to think about these things before running into a teenage boy's room in the middle of the night," he burst out. "You've been sleeping in boxers since you threw away your 'Bob the Builder' pajamas. I think I would have heard some noise if you had snuck a girl in here. And you're just my brother." "Whatever. Damn, and I was thinking sexy Susie from school had somehow found her way into my bed. Little did I know it was only my 'fraidy-cat sister." I scoffed, "You do know that Suzan graduated last year," I pointed out. I didn't mention that they hadn't even talked to each other before. "Yum, college women!" "Gross," I said, before leaving the room. I went back to my room and started to get dressed until my door slammed open again. "Jonathan!" I said angrily. This time I was only wearing undergarments. "My door was closed this time!" "And my door was closed last night too. This was purely revenge," he said smugly. "So, were you coming in here for a reason, or did you just hope to catch me undressed?" "Ew, don't be ridiculous," he said, pushing my accusations away. "I was just wondering if you could spot me... please," he asked. "But you should get dressed first," he added.