One night, I lay in bed reading, and I heard
Robert in the shower, singing a song gently. Then,
the shower stopped, and he waved good night as he
passed my room. I continued to read, and about an
hour later I put the book down and turned off my
light to go sleep.
I lay in bed, tossing around, and suddenly, I
heard moaning. My parents were on the other side
of the house, and I knew it must be Bobby. I sat
up in bed, and heard the moan again. I didn’t
really know what the matter was. I got out of bed.
I went to Bobby’s room, and the door was open. I
stepped inside. He moaned again, and I realized
that he was having a nightmare.
I sat on the edge of the bed and shook him. I
could feel his strong muscles beneath my fingers.
He was only wearing a pair of briefs, and in the
moonlit room, I could see the enormous bulge of
his hard dick in his shorts.
I could feel myself getting excited, looking at
the shape of my brother’s cock. He jerked in his
sleep, and I moved my hand lower to shake him,
down to his stomach.
“Bobby,” I said, “Bobby, you’re having a
nightmare.”
His arms flailed out, pushing against my arm,
pushing my hand down to his crotch. I started to
snatch my hand away, and then, in his sleep, he
reached down and put his hand on mine.
“Esther,” he moaned. I tried to pull my hand away,
but he kept hold of my hand. Finally, I wrenched
free.
I sat there, wondering about myself. I had enjoyed
the feel of his hard dick beneath my hand, and had
loved the way he pressed his hand against mine.
His hand was warm and strong, and his cock was
long and fat.
He jerked in his sleep, and I reached and shook
him again. “Bobby, wake up,” I said firmly, close
to his ear.
He turned his head, and in the dim moonlight, I
could see his eyes open.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“You were having a nightmare,” I said, “and you
were moaning. I came to see what I could do for
you.”
“Do for me,” he said. “I was dreaming about you,
about your hand, about your tits, Esther.”
“Do what? My tits?”
“What you did with your hand. Yes, your tits.”
I knew he was half-asleep. I didn’t want him
moaning anymore, waking up everyone in the house.
I grabbed his cock, making sure he was wide awake.
At least, that’s what I told myself. I wanted to
grab his cock, his real, flesh-and-blood cock, not
the bulge in his briefs.
He moved his hand down to mine and pressed it
against his cock. He moved his hand up and down.
“Like that,” he said.
He released my hand. I kept it where it was. I
moved it slowly, feeling the hard manliness of his
dick throbbing under my hand. I exhaled a deep
breath.
getting excited. The hardness under my palm was
too much. It was a real, true-to-life, hard dick
pressing against my hand under those briefs. It
was enormous. I loved the feel of it, the warmth
of the flesh beneath the sheer cotton of his
shorts.
I moved my hand to the band of his briefs. I
slipped my fingers inside, feeling the warmth of
his hard cock pressing against my fingers. I could
feel his thick pubic hair. There was a lot of it,
it seemed, a veritable thicket of rich, thick
hair.
I moved my fingers around his hard dick, stroking
it slowly. I was loving it, and I know that Bobby
was, too. I took my other hand and tugged at the
briefs, and he lifted his ass so I could pull them
down. His fat dick sprung up and audibly slapped
him in the belly.
He wast circumcised, the head of his dick looking
like a big, fat bulb sitting on top of a pole of
hot flesh. I could see in the dim light that he
had enormous balls, and the head of his cock
seemed to shine in the light coming from the
window. I moved my fingers to his balls, and
stroked his dick with the other hand. I ran my
hand up his tummy to his chest, feeling the hard
muscles under the soft, warm skin.
I bent down and kissed his stomach, then moved my
mouth lower. The head of his cock was right in
front of my lips. I darted out with my tongue and
touched the tip of his dick with it. The head of
it had a tiny drop of sticky stuff on top. I
tasted it, and it was salty. I moved my lips and
tongue down, running them along the shaft of his
cock, all the way to his balls. I licked his
balls, then moved back up to his cock. I took it
into my mouth, sucking on it, rolling my tongue
around the head of it.
I sucked it all the way to the back of my throat.
I could feel it pulse and throb inside my mouth,
and I loved the taste and feel of the thing in me.
I sucked harder and harder, and began moving my
head up and down, his cock filling my mouth
totally. It was awfully big.
I felt his legs begin to shake and twitch, and his
stomach muscles were moving under my cheek. He
moaned again, and it sounded like the same moan as
before. All of a sudden, his dick jerked, and hot
liquid shot out of the head of his dick into my
mouth. It was followed by another and another, and
still, he kept cumming. I swallowed and swallowed,
but there was an awful lot of it.
My mouth felt stretched, and there was the taste
of salty, tangy, sticky fluid in my mouth. I
pulled my mouth away and wiped my lips on his
stomach. I pulled his shorts back up, and left him
laying there quietly.
I stuck my finger in my pussy, and moved all over
my bed as I had one orgasm after another. The next
night, I crept into his room, and he was waiting
for me. Only, this time, it was his mouth on me.