Frightful Dream - Sex Stories

Frightful Dream

... stopped him, “Don’t go, I don’t want to be alone right now.”

The two had been in the bathroom for two or three minutes and she seemed more tranquil, but he could see a hint of fear still lingering in her eyes. He reached for his sister and pulled her to him to assure her she didn’t have to be afraid anymore. She put her arms around his waist, her head on his shoulder, and sighed deeply. His arms around her were comforting, the press of her breasts against his broad chest soothing, she was safe. She felt the vibrations of his voice when he said, “It’s only 3:30, I’m going back to bed.”

She shivered with another bout of dread, she was not ready to return to her room, the nightmare was too fresh, “Can I come with you? To your room?”

“I guess but I’m not gonna talk or anything, I’m going back to sleep.”

Her lips curved up as a minimal smile, “That’s okay, I just need to be near someone right now. I won’t keep you awake.”

She led the way to his bed, a standard double with enough room for both so she lay down on the far side, on the pillow that wasn’t dented. He rolled away from her and then pulled the blanket over himself, mumbling good night. She was beginning to relax, to overcome the fright of the demonic nightmare. The night air chilled her so she cautiously eased under the blanket, being careful not to lie too close to him. She felt warm and safe, having her brother close lulled her to sleep.

Even though she slept securely a slight movement of the bed ...

... jerked her eyes open and her heart slammed into her ribs. For a panicked moment, she forgot where she was, but quickly remembered and regained her composure. The bed jostled again. She twisted her head around to look at her brother and saw a tent over his crotch, the tent was moving. She flipped to her side facing him and called out quietly, “What the hell, you’re hard? You're playing with it?”

His head snapped to face her, he blossomed red in the cheeks, he couldn't deny what he was doing. His hands quickly moved from under the blanket, “Uh, uh ---” he couldn’t look her in the eyes.

She studied his embarrassment for a moment then asked, “Is that because of me?”

Her brother shook his head, denying her, hoping she would turn away but she watched him, “Maybe you should go back to your room,” he offered.

She was shocked that she wasn’t as shocked as she thought she should be and became amused at his discomfort; she thought it over briefly, “No, it’s still dark.”

He took a deep breath then rolled to his side, hiding his arousal from her sight, but feeling impish, she wouldn’t leave him alone, “If you need to do that you can, I won’t tell your friends.”

He twisted his head back to look at her again and urged gruffly, “Go back to your room, it’s okay.”

She ignored his terse command, “It’s not okay. I know boys start hurting when they get hard and don’t do anything, you don’t have to hurt because I’m here. You can do it; I’ll just be still and pretend I don’t see ...