Frightful Dream - Sex Stories

Frightful Dream

She woke up terrified, in a cold sweat, her heart racing, eyes searching in the dark for the unknown evil stalking her. She quailed under her blanket and pulled a pillow across her chest for protection as she began to wake up. It took her many long seconds to realize she was in her room, in her bed. She rolled to her side and switched on the bedside lamp, then with frightened eyes searched the room. She took little comfort in the familiar surroundings, there were shadows where it could be lurking, hunting her. Gradually her breath slowed, heart calmed, but she had to pee. The terror of the nightmare almost made her piss in her bed. She scuttled from the bed to the bathroom still wary, still watching for the faceless dark hulk that had chased her through the night.

She pulled her loose flannel pajama pants to her knees and then sat on the stool. As she flowed into the toilet the bathroom door opened and her brother stumbled in, his eyes fogged with sleep. She yelped sharply as a shock of fright raced through her but when she recognized him she shuddered with relief. Even though she was sitting on the toilet, his presence was reassuring, she wasn’t alone with the demon anymore. His eyes opened fully when he saw her, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be up now.”

He turned to leave but she stopped him, “No, don’t go, it’s okay, I’m glad you're here.” She pulled four sheets of tissue from the roll then reached between her legs and patted herself dry. After she ...

... dropped the wad into the water and showing no thought for modesty, she stood and pulled her pants up while her brother tried not to watch. She stepped to the sink to wash her hands and told him, “I had a nightmare; it was so scary I thought I was going to die.”

He moved closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder, “What happened? Are you okay?”

His touch was reassuring and calming, she grabbed a towel to dry her hands, “I don’t want to talk about it, don’t you have to pee?”

“Well yeah, but you’re here.”

“I’m not leaving, I don’t want to go back to my room, that thing might still be under my bed or something. Go on, I won’t freak.” He stepped to the stool, raised the lid then fished his prick out of his boxers. She’d never seen a boy pee so, despite the situation and who he was, she watched with peripheral vision as his strong stream caused the water to bubble. She noted that his limp prick was much longer than her boyfriend’s.

She was leaning back on the counter, blocking the sink so after he tucked his cock away, he reached around her to rinse his hands. With arms stretched around her, he joked, “Don’t move, I might splash water on your butt.” She snuffled lightly and poked him in the ribs which made him jump then she moved her knees apart so he could step in close enough to reach the faucet behind her. Standing between her legs with his arms around her he rinsed. Hands clean, he stepped back and dried them then started to leave, but she grabbed his arm and ...