45 comments/ 82393 views/ 136 favorites Dreams Don't Count By: Xarth Author's Note: Thanks to LizHaze for editing. **** As soon as I found myself in the room, I knew I was dreaming. It wasn't that the room itself was particularly strange, other than the slightly ethereal quality it held. It could almost have been a rather nice bedroom, or something along those lines, based on the way it was furnished. Mostly it was the fact that I'd been finding myself there quite a lot in the past few weeks that tipped me off. As far as I could tell, I'd developed some sort of recurring dream and I didn't have the slightest clue why. I turned around, knowing I'd find the same person who always shared the room with me. There were plenty of people my unconscious mind could have dreamed up, many of them people I would have loved to hang out with, even if only for pretend. Instead, I got my brother. Not that I didn't like Tyler, it wasn't that. Being twins and all, we'd grown up closer than most brothers and sisters I knew in our eighteen years together. The thing was, I could see him practically any time I wanted. If I was going to dream about a guy over and over, it could at least have been a cute guy I could play out sexy scenarios with or something. Relatively speaking, Tyler wasn't nearly as much fun. "Why is it always you?" I wondered out loud. "I could ask you the same thing," he replied. It could so easily have actually been my brother in front of me; he looked and sounded exactly the same as in reality. No doubt we'd spent enough time together that my brain could form a nearly indistinguishable facsimile. "This is my dream isn't it?" I said. "Why can't I change you into someone else?" No matter how hard I tried, I'd never succeeded in altering this dream in any significant way. "How do you know this isn't my dream?" my fake brother countered. "If it is then at least change me into someone else," I muttered. "Or do something. This is getting a little boring. What is this, like eight times I've had this dream now? And all we ever do is argue." "You're always the starting the arguments. I'm pretty sure I'm just being punished somehow." I shot him a dirty look. "Yeah, that's pretty much a dumb enough thing for you to say. Dream you is a dead ringer for real you, you know that?" Tyler just grinned. "Ditto," he said. I sighed and walked around in a long, slow circle. It was a funny thing about the room; there seemed to be plenty of windows as well as a door, but even though they never appeared to move, I could never reach them no matter how far I walked. Dream geography at its finest. "We should really come up with something more fun to do while we're here," Tyler suggested. "Seeing as how it's been happening a lot lately." "Like what? A game of cards? A board game of some kind? We always used to play Monopoly, maybe we could get a game of that going. Have you seen it around here at all, because I sure haven't." "You don't need to be so sarcastic, I'm just trying to help." "Of course you are. I think more to the point, it's silly to be so sarcastic toward a person who, as near as I can tell, is all a figment of my imagination." I walked over to Tyler and tapped him lightly on the forehead as I finished speaking. He felt real too, as real as anything in the dream world. "Again, pretty sure it's the other way around," he said. "But that's not the point. I'm serious, we should do something while we're here. We could at least talk about something more than just how annoying this is." "Fine. How 'bout... you tell me a secret I don't know about you. That way you can prove this is your dream and not mine. Two birds, one stone." There was a bed off to the side of the room, which I'd always considered a little too meta for my tastes, but it offered a nicely visual way of displaying my irritation. I flopped down onto it and closed my eyes in an ineffective attempt to make Tyler go away. "First, I could just make something up and you'd have no idea if it was a real secret of just some random shit," he said. "Second, I can totally see your panties when you lie like that." I angrily sat back up and pulled my skirt back into place to cover myself up. I'd been wearing the same skirt earlier in the day, but somehow I hadn't realized that I was still wearing it now, nor had I paid much attention at all to any of my clothing. When I looked at Tyler I noted that he was wearing his outfit from earlier today too. Weird perhaps, but not terribly important. "Don't look at my underwear," I said. "I didn't exactly mean to," he said. "Well... just don't. That's such a pervy thing to do." "Yeah, 'cause that totally matters. I could do anything right now and no one would ever even know." As if to prove his point he came right up next to me and reached out toward my chest. There was no way in hell I was going to let him grab my boobs, if in fact that was his intent. Whatever the case, I fended off his attempt and punched him hard in the shoulder for good measure. Then I woke up. I lay in the dark for a moment while my mind went back over everything I could remember about the dream. It might just have been a coincidence, but that had been the second time I'd tried to hit Tyler in the dream, and both times I'd woken up immediately afterward. If it worked every time, at least I'd have a way to get out of there when I wanted to, so that was something. I couldn't believe I'd dreamed up my brother trying to get a feel in though, that was just weird. **** At breakfast the next morning things were pretty much normal, even if they didn't feel that way to me. I kept glancing at Tyler who was innocently sitting across from me. It was like I was expecting him to do something strange for some reason. Both he and mom failed to pick up on my mood thankfully, because I didn't want to have to make up a story for why I was keeping my brother under surveillance. Mostly they maintained a fairly constant conversation with very limited input from me at any point. More than usual I appreciated the versatility of a generic grunt when responding to questions. Finally, after far too long in my opinion, I finished eating and left the table. I knew I had some stuff that needed to be sorted out in my head, but I didn't have the first idea where to start. **** "What the hell is wrong with me?" I said out loud. I'd gone to sleep hoping desperately I'd wind up in some random, relatively normal dream, but no such luck. I was stuck with the dream version of my brother once again. "Maybe you just like me," he suggested. "Not this much. And not after what you tried last time." I sighed heavily. "You know the worst part? This is basically all something I'm doing to myself when it comes right down to it." "Hey, I'm sorry about that, but I'm still pretty sure this is my dream. At least that means you can blame it all on me, right?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, why don't I just do that. That's the way to prove to myself I'm not crazy." I sat down on the bed, noticing idly that the covers still seemed to be a bit rumpled where I'd been lying last time. Tyler stepped closer, but was apparently clever enough not to come within arm's length. "Whatever you want to think, that's fine," he said. "But I meant what I said before, it really doesn't matter what we do while we're here. It's not going to make any difference in the real world." "It makes a difference to me if I let my brother feel me up, even if it's only in my head. Maybe it's worse if it's all in my head actually, no one to blame but myself." "Why not just pretend I'm someone else? I'm only imaginary anyway, according to you." "Oh, I've been trying to imagine you as someone else, believe me. Pretending, well, that could work. Maybe. But I'm not sure what I'd get out of it." "I'll give you a back rub," he offered. "Then you let me touch your boobs. Win-win." It actually was more of an intriguing suggestion than I was expecting. I did love my back rubs, and real-life Tyler had used that fact more than once to get something he wanted from me. The question was whether or not it was worth it in this case. There were some serious mental scars to be had here if I played it wrong. "No talking," I said eventually. "No sounds of any kind while you're touching me." "Deal," he said far too quickly. I settled in so I was comfortable on my stomach and closed my eyes. As long as I didn't see or hear him, the guy positioning himself on the bed next to me might as well have been anyone at all. It was my dream after all, and just because my imagination didn't want to cooperate shouldn't mean that I couldn't have any fun. Tyler gently placed one of his hands on my back and started running it up and down in a slow, semi-random pattern. It didn't take me long to feel the relaxation kicking in, which was kind of weird considering I was technically already asleep. Still, I did have to admit that over the years my brother had done a good job of learning exactly what I liked, and his dream version apparently shared his skill. For some reason I found it nearly impossible to imagine anyone else rubbing my back like I'd planned. Maybe Tyler's technique was just too unique, or maybe my imagination sucked even more than I thought. The latter seemed more likely considering the lack of originality in my dreams lately. Dream chronology always tended to be difficult to pin down, but this time in particular I had absolutely no idea how much time was passing. Mostly I just luxuriated in the feeling of getting an awesome back rub. It was quite disappointing when he stopped. "Okay, time's up," he said. "My turn." I rolled onto my side and pouted at him. "Aw, but I was having so much fun." "I know you were, but, like I said, my turn now." He reached toward my breasts, and I had a sudden urge just to punch him and see if that would wake me up again. Some part of me thought that was playing just a little too dirty though and instead all I did was watch as my brother happily grabbed my tits. The plan had originally been not to look at him while he did it, but it didn't really make that much difference anyway. I'd still know it was him. Strangely, the experience was not nearly as gross as I might have expected. Maybe having just received a back rub helped, both because it helped put me in a good mood and because it demonstrated that being touched by my brother could be quite nice at times. It was, however, a little disconcerting when my body began reacting to the way Tyler was squeezing and toying with my breasts. My nipples stiffened noticeably as his fingers brushed across them repeatedly, and I felt myself flush ever so slightly. Brother or not, he was getting more of a reaction out of me than I liked. "Okay, that's enough," I said. "Uh uh, it hasn't even been close to as much time as you got," he said. "I said that's enough." Tyler looked completely unready to give up his toys, so I went back to the plan I'd rejected earlier and took a swing at him. As soon as my fist connected I woke up in my bed, with only a slight regret at not getting to see his face when I did. I was kind of annoyed to find that my nipples were still as hard as they'd been in my dream, and that I was more than a little turned on. Obviously I needed to get my mind more firmly under control and stop these stupid, relentless dreams from taking over. **** I gave Tyler a dirty look when I first saw him the next day. I knew he didn't really deserve it, but it made me feel better. He just seemed confused and shrugged it off. However, throughout the day on the few occasions when we were around each other, I almost got the sense that he was watching me more than usual. It could have just bee my own perceptions that were off, considering I'd been watching him more than usual lately too. Or it might have been because he was still trying to figure out what he'd done to annoy me. Well, he could go right on wondering for all I cared. I wasn't about to explain it to him. **** "That wasn't very nice, what you did last night," was the first thing I heard the next time I wound up in the dream room. I rolled my eyes, though the effect was lost on my brother since I wasn't actually facing him. "Haven't you ever heard of 'no means no?'" "I was only touching your boobs. Which we'd agreed was okay, I might add." "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you get unlimited access." I crossed my arms and faced Tyler, doing my best to look firm. "You need to listen better." "And you need to play fair." "Or what?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "What exactly is going to happen if I don't?" I took my eyes off him for a second, which turned out to be a mistake. He took the opportunity to tackle me to the floor and pin my arms above my head. "You know I'm stronger than you, right?" he said. "Especially in my dream, 'cause I can basically be as strong as I want here." "Not your dream," I said and attempted to fling him off me. It didn't work. I was getting really fed up with all these arbitrary limitations my brain was giving me. "Whatever you say. Point is, apparently you can wake me up by trying to hurt me, so all I have to do is make sure you can't do anything of the sort." I continued to struggle, but with less and less resolve to actually break free. It was something I'd never dared tell anyone, and hadn't even wanted to admit it to myself for a long while, but sometimes I kind of liked being restrained. It was kind of a rush to know I was completely helpless against whatever Tyler decided to do to me, though a lot of that was only because I could trust him not to take too much advantage of me. "You're so dead when I get free," I said, more for show than anything. He smiled. "Uh huh, 'cept the worst you can do is wake me up and the whole point is to make sure you can't." Slowly and with great care not to let me go, he removed his shirt while holding me down with his free hand, switching out as necessary. He then proceeded to use the shirt as a make-shift rope to tie my hands together above my head. I hated myself for starting to get aroused at the treatment. If only it had been someone else tying me up, someone I could have fantasized about without any guilt or self-loathing. "So," he said as he finished and sat back, "are you going to behave now?" I sat up and tested my bonds. It wasn't the first time I'd been tied up by Tyler, though it had been a long, long time since he'd done it. He still remembered how to make sure I couldn't get free easily it seemed. I couldn't help wondering if some of those childhood games had anything to do with some of my current feelings toward being held captive. "Do I have much of a choice?" I asked. "Not really." "So what are you going to do to me?" He shook his head. "You make it sound like I'm gonna abuse you or something, and to be fair I probably could if I wanted to. It's weird though, you're just too much like the real you. Like I'm not even dreaming you up. Makes it hard to be too rough." A thought occurred to me, one that had been bouncing around in the back of my head but that I'd never put too much stock in. "You ever wonder if we're both actually here?" I asked. "Like, if we're both having the exact same dream at the same time." He though for a moment. "That... would explain a lot actually," he said slowly. "Except it also doesn't make any sense. Like, people can't share dreams." "How do you know? You have any proof of that?" Tyler's rejection of my hypothesis, even though I didn't really believe it either, immediately put me into argument mode. Damned if I was going to let him win just because he was probably right. "Do you have any proof that it is possible?" he countered. "Or any idea how it would even work?" "No, but I totally can," I said. "How?" "Easy. Magenta. Make sure you remember that." "What? That doesn't even... what?" I smirked at his confusion, but also at how distracted I'd gotten him. He hadn't even noticed how I'd been working at untying his shirt from my wrists until I had already slipped one of my hands free. He gave me a disbelieving look as I lunged at him. **** The more I thought about it, the more I tried to convince myself there was no way Tyler and I were having shared dreams. It was a silly idea. And yet... it would explain a lot about the dreams, like why we were both there every time and why neither of us had much control over them. It didn't really matter what I thought though, because at least now I had a way of determining the truth, and I was actually quite pleased with my sleeping self for having come up with it. All I had to do was talk to my brother when I saw him at breakfast. Tyler was already there when I made it down, and so was mom which almost made me chicken out since it made the necessary conversation far less private than I wanted. However, there was nothing that needed to be said that would alert her to anything she shouldn't know about. "Hey Ty?" I said. "Yeah?" he replied, giving me a funny look as I sat down at the table. "Gimme a colour." He stared at me for far too long as I tried to act unconcerned. "Magenta," he said finally. Mom looked at us both like we were crazy, and to an extent we must have been. It could have been pure coincidence that he picked that colour, sure, but it was highly unlikely. That's why I'd picked magenta to begin with; it wasn't a colour I'd expect him to pick randomly. If I needed further confirmation, the expression on his face made it pretty clear he was thinking the exact same thing I was thinking. Obviously we couldn't discuss the issue too much further with mom sitting right there, that would have been asking for trouble even if we were subtle about it. In order to get out of what I expected to be a fairly awkward meal, I grabbed some toast and went back to my room instead of sitting at the table like usual. I decided that, even if it drove me crazy to wait all day, it might be better to wait and talk to my brother during our dream that night. Now that I knew it was actually him and not some figment of my imagination, it made sense to take advantage of the complete privacy we'd have. There was a reasonable chance yelling might be involved. **** "This is seriously fucked up," I said. "Like you need to tell me," Tyler said. We were standing a safe distance apart in the dream room, neither of us really sure how to proceed. "I can't believe you actually wanted to touch my boobs," I said. "But I guess at least that makes you the perv and not my own subconscious." "Hey, you let me do it, don't put it all on me. We both thought we were just having weird recurring dreams. I just wanted to get something out of it is all." "Uh huh, and how long exactly have you wanted to 'get something' from me?" "I swear, if I'd known it was you, I never would have done that. You're my sister for fuck's sake. Do you even understand how bad I feel about it now?" "Not bad enough." I was probably being too hard on him, honestly. He'd just wanted some boobies, and I couldn't really blame him for that. Deep down, I knew part of my anger was actually at myself for the reactions I'd had to the situation, and I was purposefully misdirecting it. "Well, I'm sorry, okay?" Tyler said. "I promise I won't do anything like that again." "Whatever," I said. We tried to ignore each other for a while, but there really wasn't much to do and I soon got bored. It was a pretty sad state of affairs when my even my dreams bored me. That was usually what school was for. Tyler was lying on the bed, off in his own little world I assumed. It was going to be up to me to reinitiate contact, if only I knew how. I supposed I could just say I forgave him or something, but it seemed such an unnatural thing to say to my brother. I needed a less direct approach. Dreams Don't Count "You know, in some ways, it really wasn't all bad," I said. Tyler looked at me warily. "I mean, that back rub was pretty nice." "You always did like those," he said. "Mm-hm. And really, like, everything else wasn't a big deal, right?" "Could have been a lot worse," he agreed. "Does this mean you're not mad at me?" "Something like that. Less mad anyway." I approached him and sat down cross-legged on a corner of the bed that wasn't too close to where he lay. "Mostly I'm bored." "Ah, of course." "Seriously, you wanna just forget about it? Pretend it never happened?" "Yeah maybe that's best." He sat up and stretched. "It'll be tricky though, your boobs felt amazing." I glared at him out of principle, but I knew he was only teasing. Just trying to get a rise out of me. "Damn straight they're amazing," I said, instead of getting angry again. I thrust my chest out a little more. "You're lucky I let you touch them at all." He shook his head and looked away. "Careful, you'll tempt me into doing something stupid again." "What makes you think I'd let you?" For a moment I almost thought Tyler was going to try something, just to prove he could. I was oddly disappointed when he didn't. "I told you already, I am legitimately stronger than you," he said. "You know that as well as I do." "Maybe you are, but I'm totally smarter and more agile, so suck it." Now I was baiting him, pure and simple. Not for the first time I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. "I'm not playing this game with you," he said. "It's not going to end well." "Chicken." "Cut it out." He held up a menacing finger, which only encouraged me. "Bawk bawk. What ya gonna do, chiiiicken." Tyler lunged at me, which I had fully been anticipating and was therefore one step ahead of him. I was already off the bed and dancing away before he came anywhere near me. "Cut it out!" he repeated. "Or what? You gonna whine some more?" I dodged his next attempt to grab me and stuck my tongue out while continuing to dance away. He'd probably succeed in taking me down at some point, but until then I had every intention of taunting him mercilessly. I knew it was stupid, and I knew my reasons for getting him to chase me were stupider still, but I couldn't help myself. Tyler soon calmed down enough to realize he needed to play smarter, years of living with me had taught him a few things, even if he still hadn't learned all my tricks. Instead of wild lunges, he switched to stalking me around the room and waiting for an opening. It caused me to gradually let my guard down since he wasn't coming after me with as much intensity. I saw it coming too late when he reached out and grabbed my wrist. I managed to twist away from him and start to get away, but his other arm went around my waist and tugged me entirely the wrong way, causing me to fall. The floor came up at my face far too quickly for my liking. Then I woke up. I was breathing heavily, almost like I had actually just been running around instead of sleeping safely in my bed. I swore under my breath and rolled over onto my other side, trying to go right back to sleep but knowing it wouldn't happen. Much as I didn't want to admit it, I'd been hoping Tyler would tackle me to the floor and pin me down again. He might have done it too, if I hadn't been jolted awake. Fucking dreams were messing with me more and more all the time. **** It seemed every time Tyler and I saw each other the next day we couldn't help sharing a secret look and a small, hesitant smile. It reassured me that things were going to be okay, weird as the situation might be. There was some kind of sexual tension there, which was fucked up, but he was still my one and only brother. It would take a much, much bigger problem to ever ruin our relationship. Probably it would have helped if either of us had someone in our lives. A boyfriend, or girlfriend in my brother's case, to keep us occupied might have prevented our minds from seeking each other out. It was hard to say though, because I had no idea what exactly was happening to us. Some kind of twin powers activating maybe, if only that wasn't too 'Saturday morning cartoon' for the real world. I tried looking it up online at one point just to see if maybe there was some plausible explanation, but nothing came of that. I didn't even know where to start, other than typing in things like 'shared dreams' and hoping for the best. I found myself actually excited for bedtime that night, partly because by unspoken agreement Tyler and I wouldn't talk about our dream world while we were awake. Also, I was coming to realize that I might be an even bigger perv than what I accused my brother of being. **** "I seriously think we might have some kind of twin-powers," I said. "And I'm pretty sure those aren't a real thing," Tyler said. "Then how do you want to explain this?" He sighed and threw an arm over his face, as if to block me out. He was lying on his back on the dream-bed while I sat nearby, hugging a pillow to my chest. "Gremlins?" he said eventually. "Gremlins. Right. 'Cause that's so much more sensible than my idea." "I don't know, alright? But there's gotta be some kind of reasonable explanation." "Twin-powers," I insisted. "Whatever makes you happy in that little head of yours." I swung my pillow at him, and I would have caught him full in the face had his arm not blocked most of it. "Hey, easy there!" he said. "You know stuff like that just makes us wake up." "Yeah, but you deserved it. You were being patronizing." "Sorry." Tyler rolled over and folded his arms under his chin. He looked at me thoughtfully. "You know, whatever's really going on, it's really not such a bad thing. I never thought about it until recently, but we sort of haven't been spending as much time together the past couple years as we used to." "Wow. I so did not see that coming. Are you gonna get all emotional on me now?" "No, just... you don't feel that way at all?" I bit my lip and pretended to think hard. "I guess maybe you're not the worst person in the world to hang out with." "Gee, thanks." "Kidding. You're right, it's not so bad spending time with you. Even if you're a massive perv." "Liking boobs is normal, it doesn't make me a perv." "It does when they're your sister's boobs. Perv." Egging him on was just such an instinctual thing for me, I probably would have done it even if I wasn't trying to lure him toward me. "You know what, say it again," he said. "Say it one more time, I dare you." I smirked and leaned forward, exaggerating my lip movements as I spoke. "You're a huge perv." He crawled toward me, slowly and deliberately, and I made no attempt at escape. He stopped right in front of me for a second, then pushed me back so I was lying flat. I still had my pillow, and I clutched it tighter to me in an attempt to hide any visible signs of nervousness. "Fine, I'm a perv," Tyler said. "But I can't help noticing that you don't actually seem to mind all that much." He pulled the pillow away from me and tossed it aside. I reached for it, but he put a hand on my shoulder to hold me down. I hoped the changes in my breathing and the flushing I felt in my face weren't as apparent to him as they felt to me. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "I think you know what it means." His free hand moved toward my chest, and I pushed it away. He smiled enigmatically and made the same move again, this time faster so I didn't have time to stop him. I had to bite my lip as his palm covered my breast, perhaps more forcefully then he meant to. The sensation of being held down and being groped by my brother was doing funny things to my head. "See, like, you're making a face right now that I could swear means you're enjoying this," he said softly. "But that doesn't make sense, because I'm the perv, not you, right?" "We can both be," I said in an equally quiet voice. Tyler looked a little surprised at my indirect admission. I knew he wouldn't have been expecting to get it quite so easily. It was kind of amusing how he faltered once he didn't have anything to prove anymore. "Oh, um, okay," he said. He let me go and sat up, allowing me my freedom. I stayed where I was. "So... I guess I was right when I suspected you were pushing my buttons on purpose." "It's kinda my thing. You're really easy to manipulate most of the time." "Shut up. It's just 'cause you've been doing it your whole life. You've had a lot of practice with me." "Well I kind of had to learn, because you're right, physically speaking you can pretty much do whatever you want with me." My words came out with more of a sexual overtone than I meant them to, and I could tell Tyler had heard it too. "Do you... do you actually like that?" he asked. "Like when I--" "I don't know," I interrupted. "Maybe. There's been a lot of stuff for me to sort out. Don't take this the wrong way, but it's kinda good and kinda bad at the same time that you're my brother, if you know what I mean." "Don't worry, I know what you mean. I have similar feelings on the subject. There are things I've been thinking about, and things I've already done for that matter, that shouldn't involve my sister." "Well at least we can trust each other, right? Even if this is sketchy as fuck, no one else is ever gonna know. How could they, it's all in our heads." Tyler chuckled. "Yeah, that's true. It does help that this isn't really real. Mostly." There was an awkward silence after that, in which the only sounds were from my brother shifting to a more comfortable position. I had to grab his wrist to keep him from moving too far away from me. He'd gone all self-conscious on me, and I knew that unless I did something he wasn't going to be touching me any more until he relaxed some. "It's okay to, like, do stuff," I said. "If you want to." He was still hesitant to try anything, that was pretty obvious, but at least he scooted back closer so there were only a few inches between us. His gaze flicked back and forth between my chest and elsewhere, presumably in order to not get caught staring. It wasn't nearly as effective a tactic as he was probably hoping. "You know, this is somehow more awkward now that you've given me permission," he said. "Would it help if I revoked your permission?" "It might. Probably not though." "Ty, just touch them." It was a blunt approach, sure, but it worked. Tyler looked at me just to make sure I was serious, then reached out and let his hand settle on one of my breasts. It wasn't all that exciting for me in some ways, mainly because I'd almost had to make him do it, but at least he seemed happy. I'd get more of a payoff out of it eventually anyway, I was sure of that. For a while I just let him squeeze and caress my boobs. For some reason it got more enjoyable the longer he went, probably due to me getting increasingly horny over time. It made me more sensitive to his touch. A couple times I caught myself contemplating slipping a hand down inside my panties, but I discarded the idea. I wasn't brazen enough to try that out just yet. **** I wasn't sure what exactly triggered it, but at some point I simply found myself awake and in my own bed, in my own room. It was earlier than I normally woke up, but not so early as to be completely ridiculous, particularly considering I'd been asleep before my usual time the night before. I could practically still feel my brother's hand on my breasts, almost like he was in the room with me. He wasn't though, and I was alone with my residual horniness. Since I didn't have to get up for a while, and I was alone, there was no reason not to take care of myself this time. My panties were in the way, and I removed them altogether before tending to my needy pussy. I was at just the right state of turned on not to be in too much of a hurry, while still craving my eventual release. It was perfect for allowing me to build up slowly while I fantasized about what I'd do, or what I'd let my brother do, when we were together the next night. I was becoming lost to this new, socially unacceptable game of ours. After fingering myself to completion, I eventually made my way downstairs for breakfast. Tyler wasn't there, which was okay at first, until I was halfway through eating and he still hadn't shown up. In fact, he didn't show up at all, and that worried me. I'd known what we were doing had the potential to make things uncomfortable between us, yet I hadn't really believed it. Now I couldn't help wondering if I should have given it more thought. Later on in the day, in the early evening, I found him watching a movie in the living room, the first time all day that I'd seen him. That wasn't too abnormal actually, but I had been overanalyzing things all day and I'd begun to worry that he'd been avoiding me. I approached cautiously, but he said nothing when I took a seat on the free end of the couch. He did smile, which I took as a good sign. "Hey, how come you weren't at breakfast?" I asked after a moment. That had been the only time I'd really expected to see him, but I could question him about the rest of his day should it seem necessary. "Oh, that," he said. "I was busy." "Busy? What could possibly have been important enough to keep you from breakfast? You love breakfast." He looked a little sheepish, and delayed his response until I prodded at him with my finger. "Okay, fine," he said. "If you must know, I woke up pretty early and I was kinda horny thanks to you. So I jerked off." "For what, like two hours straight?" "No. I went back to sleep after. Then I woke up again and...." "Oh my god, you jerked off again?" He nodded silently and I giggled at his embarrassment. "Shut up," he said. "It's your fault anyway." "Oh really? So you think I shouldn't let you touch these anymore?" I said, pointing to my breasts. "That's not what I'm saying. Although, you know, there are lots of people who would say that." I shrugged. "So what? Whatever happens in our heads is nobody's business but ours." "I know, I'm just saying we have to be careful to, like, not let anything show when we're around other people. That's all." "I'll try my very best not to let you grope me in public." "That's not... you aren't taking this seriously, are you?" "Seriously enough," I said. "I'm well aware how badly it could go if certain people out there knew what we got off on. But I also know no one has ever learned about any of my other fantasies, so I think we're good." "Yeah, I just... yeah. You're right." "Damn skippy I am." I got up to leave, but couldn't resist doing so in a way that brushed my breasts against Tyler's arm as I stood. He knew I'd done it on purpose, but didn't do anything other than glare at me. It was way too much fun teasing him sometimes. **** "I have to admit something to you," I said. "Oh yeah? Like what?" Tyler asked. He already had both hands under my shirt, having apparently gotten over his hesitance from the night before. I was seriously tempted just to take it off since it was only getting in the way. That and my bra. "Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I masturbated too," I said. "And you were making fun of me? God, you are like the biggest hypocrite." "Yeah, but I'm cute. Anyway, I'm just kind of thinking that maybe we're waking up all turned on and shit because of how worked up we get while we're asleep." "Makes sense. That's what I assumed." "Uh huh, but what would happen if we, like, took care of that before we woke up?" Tyler paused, his hands temporarily motionless on my skin and a thoughtful look on his face. "I don't know," he said. "But if that did work, I'd just end up with a big mess in the real world." "I guess you would, wouldn't you. Lucky for me I wouldn't have that problem." I yelped as he pinched one of my nipples a little too hard, on purpose of course, and stuck my tongue out at him. At least my bra had prevented some of the potential pain. "No need for that just because life's a little unfair." "Well you don't have to rub it in." "Sure I do. That's what siblings are for, isn't it?" "Yeah, I guess it is. Among other things evidently," he said, glancing meaningfully at the area of my chest his hands were currently occupying. I giggled softly. "It's nice finally having a use for me, isn't it?" On impulse I reached for the back of his neck and pulled him toward me. He looked confused right up until the moment I kissed him. It was only a short, simple kiss, barely on the wrong side of innocent, but I could tell it had freaked him out a little. "Why the hell would you do that?" he demanded, though his indignation was undermined somewhat by his failure to stop feeling me up as he waited for an answer. "Because I felt like it," I said. I brushed my hand delicately along his cheek and up the side of his head. "Because we can do whatever we want. Almost. It's all a dream, there's no rules." Tyler stared at me, then moved deliberately, grabbing the bottom of my shirt in both hands. In one astonishingly smooth motion he ripped the garment apart most of the way up to the collar, baring a large section of my front. Without pausing, he forcibly pushed me onto my side and wrestled with the clasp of my bra for a second or two before tearing it away and discarding it. I didn't know if he was attempting to make some sort of point, but as I rolled onto my back and looked up at him, all I felt was a new and intense arousal. He could see my naked breasts, my tattered shirt wouldn't do much to prevent that anymore, and I didn't even care. Whatever victory speech he'd had in mind died in his throat. "That was fucking hot," I said. "Um, that wasn't really--" "Oh don't you even dare go all wussy on me now." Once again I pulled Tyler toward me, this time down to my breasts where I held him until he got over his annoying hesitation. He'd started out so strong and he just needed a little help to keep going. I was pretty sure I could manage that. Sure enough, it didn't take him long to start nuzzling at my breasts, then suck one of my nipples between his lips. I released him as he got down to the job properly, licking and sucking and nibbling eagerly at my sensitive flesh. If I could just get him to take that kind of initiative more often.... Well, not too often of course. What we were doing had to stay out of the real world, but he knew that as well as I did, if not better. Every now and then I felt what was almost certainly Tyler's cock bump against my leg. He had to be fully hard, or very close to it, and it was so tempting to toy with him even more than I already was. I restrained myself though, and slipped a hand down toward my waist instead. With my brother doing such a good job on my boobs, my pussy was even more adamant about getting some attention than before. My fingers wiggled under my panties with practiced ease, then continued down even farther. My pussy was far wetter than it had any right to be before it had even been touched, and it made me feel even dirtier knowing it was my own brother causing that sort of arousal in me. At least I knew he felt the same way about me. "What are you doing?" Tyler asked, taking a short break from his task. "Masturbating," I replied bluntly. He groaned and his cock hit my leg again, more purposefully this time like he was trying to temporarily satiate his desires. I was pretty sure it wouldn't do him that much good. "You can do it too, if you want," I said. "I don't know...." "Suit yourself." I made a point of sighing happily and generally emoting more than I normally did while fingering myself, just to make sure he got the point. He tried to ignore it, but there was no way he could. He was just as turned on as I was, and that meant he needed to get off just as much as I did. Dreams Don't Count "You're kind of driving me crazy, you know that?" he said in a low voice. "Mm-hm, that's the idea." "I just... I'm kind of uncomfortable jerking off in front of you." "Aw, poor baby. Where's all that confidence you had when you were tearing up my clothes? It's so much sexier." He gave me a dirty look, then grabbed me and rolled me over so I was on my stomach. I could have stopped him, he didn't have nearly enough leverage to move me if I didn't want to be moved, but I went along with it. I had to prop my butt up a little to keep my fingers working and I was sure he didn't mind the view that gave him. "You're a really bad influence on me," Tyler muttered. I was about to protest, more as an automatic response than anything, until I realized he wasn't done. I squealed in surprise as, in a similar fashion to my shirt and bra, my bottoms started to come off too. There wasn't any ripping this time, though I was almost dragged onto the floor as my brother aggressively stripped me from the waist down. I'd never been so turned on in my entire life. "Oh fuck," I moaned. My fingers blurred over my clit and I stuck my butt wantonly up in the air to give myself better access. I could practically feel Tyler's gaze sweeping over my most private areas and I didn't feel the slightest hint of embarrassment, only horniness. I was tempted to tell him to touch me, to do whatever he wanted to me, to use me to get himself off, but I was too far gone to have the chance. Faster than I expected, and without nearly enough warning, my orgasm hit me and tore through my body like a hurricane. I thrashed around on the bed, oblivious to anything other than the pleasure, for what could have been hours, or seconds, or, more likely, something in between. Tyler was watching me slack-jawed when I came down far enough to be aware of him again. He had his cock out at last and was stroking it. Apparently I'd given him enough of a show to help him get over his stubborn reluctance. "You're a weird girl," he said. "Why, just 'cause I get off so easily on you doing stuff to me?" I asked. "Yeah, kind of. I am your brother you know." "That's part of what makes it so hot. Don't even pretend like my butt's not hotter when you know you definitely, unquestionably shouldn't be looking at it." Tyler blushed, but didn't stop masturbating. Despite how hard I'd just cum, watching him was getting me worked up all over again. That and the fact that I was very nearly naked in front of him. I slowly ran my fingers over my pussy, lacking most of the urgency I'd felt before my recent orgasm. My brother's tempo increased as his eyes followed my every move, and I wasn't even sure he was aware of it. I wondered how close he was, how long it would be before he came, and, most importantly, where he was going to cum. Just contemplating the last one made me shiver in anticipation. Before too long his eyes closed and he tilted his head back, giving me only seconds of warning before he came. As if in slow motion I watched his cum shoot from the tip of his 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 'finished.'" "I bet. That's pretty much how I've been waking up too. Kind of annoying really." He shrugged. "Not much we can do about it." I nodded and let the subject drop. After a while I leaned closer to my brother and snuggled up to him. He seemed fine with that, and eventually even wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Despite it being kind of early for us, that was how we fell asleep. **** The first thing I noticed about the dream that night was how much more real it seemed. It was like how I had dreams sometimes that felt completely real at the time, but when I woke up it was obvious I was in the real world. This time, even though I knew I was dreaming, it had something very close to that real world feel. I couldn't figure out how to explain the sensation any better, even to myself. "Does anything seem a little off to you?" I asked Tyler. "Yeah. Yeah it kinda does." He was surveying the room like it was the first time he'd been there, with a bemused look on his face that probably matched mine. I walked over to him and gently put a hand on his shoulder. Somehow he even felt more like the real him than normal. "Weird," I said. "Mm-hm. You think it's 'cause we're sleeping closer to each other than usual or something?" "Who knows. We barely understand what's going on at the best of times." "True." "So anyway," I said, clasping my fingers behind my back and giving him my best 'innocent' face, "what are you planning on doing to me this time?" He chuckled and turned toward the bed. "What makes you think I have anything planned? You're always the one getting me started." "But I like it when you take over. You're so sexy and controlling when you want to be. Like when you ripped most of my clothes off last time." "That was only because you were being, well, you. I don't normally do that sort of thing." I stepped right up next to him and whispered in his ear. "Well you can do whatever you want to me." I was pleased to see his eyes close for a moment and his whole body shiver in anticipated pleasure. Pretty much the same reaction I'd have had if he'd whispered something hot in my ear. I still had to work on that. "You shouldn't say that," he said. "I might take you up on it one of these days." "It's an open offer." "You're bad, you know that?" "Yep, and I know that you are too." I rubbed up against Tyler, making sure he could feel my breasts pressing against him. It was very tempting to try what he'd done to me and just start pulling his clothes off, except of course that I didn't have the same strength he did. It wouldn't have nearly the same effect if he had to help me the whole way. He tried to ignore me, but never stood a chance. I was too persistent for that. I moved my hand to his upper thigh and slowly slipped it toward his cock, knowing I'd find it at least partly hard. Before I got there he stopped me and turned so we were face to face. He looked into my eyes for a second, then leaned in and kissed me. Whether it was a result of the increased sensitivity we shared during this particular dream, or just the intensity with which he embraced me, it was a completely different experience from when I'd kissed him the first time. There was something very primal, very urgent, about it. More than just an impulse brought on by lust. It was quite possibly the most amazing kiss I'd ever had. I melted in to him, grinding against his crotch and grinning as his erection hardened in response. He held me close and buried his face in my neck, unable to break away from me. "This is so wrong," he said. "In so many ways." "I know," I said. All of a sudden I was being pushed backward, half-lifted by my brother while I tried to keep my feet under me. My shirt was pulled roughly over my head, getting caught in my hair for a second before it was free. He pushed me again and I fell onto the bed. Tyler stood over me, eyes fixed on my bra, and I waited for him to remove it too. If he wanted to strip me again, I was more than okay with that. Instead he started taking off his own pants, leaving his cock covered only by his boxers. It was making a very tempting tent in the material. I sat up and reached for his waistband, and as I did he pulled me off the bed entirely onto my knees on the floor. I still managed to pull his boxers down enough to free his nearly-full erection, which was now almost right in front of my mouth, before he finished the job and stepped out of them. A look up at him confirmed that he was thinking the same thing I was. His hand went to the back of my head, gently urging me toward him. I hesitated a little purely so he'd have to guide me in, but as soon as my lips touched the tip of his cock I couldn't hold back any longer. My hand encircled his shaft while my lips parted and accepted him in, and I heard a very satisfied groan from my brother as I began giving him a blowjob. Everything, absolutely everything, about the whole situation felt perfectly real. Tyler's cock felt exactly like the real thing, I assumed, and it was so easy to pretend it actually was. Little electric thrills ran through my body every time I thought about what I was doing and how wrong it was. My pussy was soon begging for attention and I shoved my free hand down the front of my pants to caress it, assuring it that it wouldn't be ignored. "That feels so good," Tyler breathed. "So...." "Real?" I said, taking a brief pause from my task. "Like you're actually getting sucked off by your sister?" He nodded. "Yeah, exactly like that." He pushed on the back of my head again, forcing me to let his cock back in my mouth. I happily bobbed up and down on it, loving every time I got a vocal response from him. Occasionally I'd stop moving just for a second or two just so he'd have to make me keep going. It didn't take long for him to catch on. "Why is it you always seem to want me to force you?" he asked. "Because I know for a fact you don't really want to stop." I was going to answer him, but it turned out he wasn't really interested. He'd been standing relatively still up until that moment, but then his hips started moving while he held my head to make sure I couldn't back off too much. I very nearly came when I realized I was essentially getting face-fucked by my brother. My eyes locked on his as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, and I tried to silently communicate that I didn't want him to stop. I was furiously rubbing my pussy, while attempting to simultaneously struggle out of my pants at least enough to get them out of the way. I was getting so, so close. Then, far too abruptly in my opinion, Tyler simply stopped and pulled out, his cock still hard and now slick with my saliva. I pouted up at him, figuring it must just be some cruel joke. "I was getting too close to finishing," he explained. "And as far as I can tell that might just wake us up again." "But I was almost there too," I whined. "Why couldn't you have just kept going?" He shook his head and gave me a look that was right on the verge of being condescending. "You got it bad, don't you?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means, dear sister, that you need to learn some patience." He helped me stand, then had me lie on the bed. I was so desperately horny that I could have just grabbed him and forced him to fuck, or I could have tried at least. I just wanted to cum, that wasn't too much to ask, was it? I wiggled in frustration under Tyler's touch while he finished removing the rest of my clothing, taking every opportunity to touch both myself and him. If I could have just focused I probably could have finished off with my fingers, but it had just been such a loss of stimulation not to have his cock shoved in my mouth anymore. I either needed him to help me, or get lost, and he was obliging with neither. "Patience," he repeated. He knelt with his knees on either side of my body, straddling my waist, and leaned down to kiss me. It wasn't quite as intense as before, but still enough to cut through my horniness and let something else into my brain, if only briefly. I tugged at his shirt while he was within reach and pulled it up as far as it would go, then let him take it off leaving us both naked. Naked with my brother. It was so very, very naughty, but I loved it. I just wished I could get some release, enough to clear my head so that I could fully appreciate everything that was going on. "I neeeed it," I told him, well aware I was whining again. Tyler smiled and gave me another quick kiss. "I'll take care of it," he said. "Just calm down." "Can't calm down when I'm all excited like this, and you're being so mean." "If I was that mean, I probably wouldn't do this." He slowly backed down my body, occasionally pausing to kiss my neck, or my breasts, or my tummy, but eventually his mouth was where I really wanted it to be; right over my long-suffering pussy. Even his breath on it was delicious torture, and it seemed to take him forever to actually do anything. I made some kind of weird, surprised squeak when he finally stuck his tongue out and licked me, and I had to clamp my hands over my mouth to keep from making any more embarrassing noises. Having my brother eat me out might have been even better than the blowjob I'd given him, despite how much more gentle and restrained he was about it. Not that it mattered much, because I had been way too turned on for way too long and I was ready to explode. He got a total of maybe two minutes of working on me before I came all over his tongue. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, emanating from my pussy and traveling the length of my body to each of my extremities. I was absolutely consumed by my orgasm, yet at the very fringe of my awareness I realized something wasn't right. Everything faded out until I was briefly in pure blackness, and for a moment I worried that something was actually wrong. Then things were merely dark instead of fully black, and I found myself back in our house, on the couch with Tyler where we'd fallen asleep. He was looking at me, having most likely woken up at the same time I had, though he seemed a little more alert. Strangely, I didn't feel the carried-over horniness previous dream sessions had left me, only the pleasant afterglow of an amazing orgasm. My brother hadn't gotten off so lucky. He was still hard as a rock, I could make that out in even in the dimly lit room. "That was awesome," I whispered. "Told you," he said. "Patience." "More fun my way." I leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Do you want, like, help with that?" I asked, nodding toward his hard-on. "Or are you just gonna take care of it." He thought about it. "Probably best if I do it. It'd actually be real now if, you know, you were to touch me." "Wouldn't make that much difference though, that last one felt pretty damn real." "We can't--" "I know, I know. You're right. Just doesn't seem fair is all, after what you did for me." "Trust me, you did plenty for me too." He stood up, his cock doing it's best to poke its way out through the front of his pants, and walked awkwardly toward his room. "We'll talk tomorrow," he said. I watched him go and tried to work up the energy to head to bed myself. "Good night," I called softly, even though he was out of hearing range. I sighed and stood up. There were so many different emotions running through me, I probably just needed to get some proper sleep. There was a chance it would help. **** The next few days completely sucked for me. It turned out that Tyler had some kind of plans for the weekend, and he'd be gone until late Sunday. In some ways I wanted to be angry at him for not staying, but that was unfair. If anything, it was probably good that he had normal things going on in his life. I tried to distract myself by hanging out with friends and looking up porn with guys that looked a little bit like my brother, but it didn't really help. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and not even necessarily in a sexual way. In hindsight the search for a porn doppelganger had probably been a mistake. My biggest problem was that I was developing feelings I didn't particularly want. I missed Tyler when he wasn't around, and three straight days of it was absolute torture. I texted him a few different times, but he never answered fast enough for us to have a proper conversation and I just ended up in worse shape that before. It was one of those irrational things where waiting too long for a reply meant the person on the other end didn't care that much, even when I knew that wasn't the case in this instance. I was in such a pathetic state by Saturday night that I actually snuck into his room and slept in his bed, all huddled up in his blankets and wearing one of his shirts. It was a sad, sad state of affairs. It was even worse because I'd just gotten used to looking forward to my dreams, and now they were back to the plain old nonsense they'd always been. Apparently proximity had more of an impact than we'd realized.