Let me be your fantasy.
It had to be late, possibly around 2 in the morning when I awoke from a deep slumber. Rolling onto my side, my eyes slowly opened, taking time to adjust to the darkness causing my pupils to grow just to make out the objects. My eyes slowly gazed across the room for one thing — my clock. Finally finding the bright green digits, reading 2:04 in the morning, a tired groan escaped from my mouth. The reason for my awakening? Thirst. My throat felt dry and it had to have been bothering me a lot to have waken me up from such a good dream; I was having a dream about Chad Michael Murray. My bare feet hit the soft carpeted ground first as I slid out of bed, and took the first step towards my destination — the kitchen.
It was only a few steps from my bed towards the door, which would normally take 30 seconds tops to get there but since I was half asleep, and my eyes were half shut there were so many obstacles to tip-toe around, it took me at least 3 minutes to finally get out of my room and into the dimly-lit hallway. I mumbled something to myself about really needing to do some laundry, and about how badly my room needed to be straightened up. Before I reached out a dainty hand and cupped my mouth as I yawned. Taking into consideration that my step-brother, mother and step-father must be asleep at this hour, I tip-toed slowly down the long hallway, trying my best not to make any noise at all signaling I'd be out there.
With each step I took, the soft material of my pajama-boxer shorts crept up a little. The were the infamous pair I always wore with the high school mascot, Wildcats, bolded across the ass in block letters along with a paw-print on one of the cheeks. They were also the pair that my step-father always complained about telling me that: “They were too short for me, that I was exposing myself to everyone in sight.” So maybe he was a bit protective or maybe he was just trying to pull that overbearing father role. Along with the shorts, was a plain white tank-top matching the letters on the butt of my shorts, the top of my black bra exposed just enough to see the color. In other words, it was my typical night-time attire. I batted my eyes a little to keep myself awake, as I neared my step brother’s room.
As I neared his room I noticed a beam of light peeking through the crack in the door which was left ajar. Normally I wouldn’t have even bothered to stop but being as it was so late or early, which ever way you chose to see it. I was slightly surprised that I wasn’t the only one up. I was going to stop and peek my head in to see what he was up to but the dryness of my mouth told me to keep going. So I complied and continued down the long cream colored carpeted hallway towards the stairway, which lead into the living. My feet padded quietly across the hardwood floor of the living room and into the kitchen. I quickly found a glass and filled it with water. My mother never allowed us to bring dishes in the rooms; so I pulled myself up onto the counter and took the time to finish the water. I was only about half way into my glass of water when I caught myself zoning out and thinking about my dream. It was one of those really hot and steamy dreams, the kind you wish would never end and the more I thought about it the more turned on I felt. I downed the rest of the water and placed my glass in the sink before I slipped down from my seat on the counter.
I moved quietly and rapidly through the house towards my room again. Now that I was fully awake, and had quenched my thirst my curiosity got the better of me. Reaching Noah’s bedroom, I placed my hand against the door and was about to push it open when something caught my ear. A very soft almost inaudible moan crept through the crack between the door and the door frame. I always thought Noah was a really good looking guy for his age and we got along great. Our parents had been dating for almost ten years; they met when we were both 8. I always consider him my brother and that’s what all my friends called him my brother. So I don’t know what possessed me to want to see what was going on behind the door. But I pushed it open just a little more afraid he might notice me, but I couldn’t help myself. I knew he was alone our parents never allowed us to have girls or guys spend the night; It was obvious to me that he was masturbating and I just had to get a look.
Looking through the crack in the door I couldn’t see a thing, but I noticed if I looked into the mirror I could see all around his room. I saw Noah sitting on the floor up against his bed with his right hand down in his boxes. His head was rested back against the mattress and the look of ecstasy was present on his face. Suddenly his eyes fluttered open and his head came up. I froze on the spot I was sure he had notice me watching out side the door. But he mustn’t have because he simply pushed himself up to his full height to about 6”2 and tugged off his boxers, he tossed them to the floor before sitting down on the edge of his bed. . His hand came to find his dick once again and the new position he had taken on his bed gave me a better view of the show much to my delight. I watched as each one of his fingers curled around his cock and he began to move his hand up and down over the length of his shaft. A straight pair of white teeth cut deep into his pale pink lower lip and he let his head fall back and his eye close once again.
I pried my eyes away from his erect; I’d roughly say 7 inch penis and decided: I better get back to bed before someone caught me peeking in on Noah pleasuring himself. It would be a pretty awkward situation to get myself out of if they did especially my parents. As I was about to turn away from the door and creep back towards my room, I heard what I thought was my name. I paused and listened again and sure enough I heard multiple gasps for air and finally I heard it again. I heard as my name slipped passed Noah’s full luscious lips. I had to get out of there and fast I couldn’t take it anymore between the dream I had been having and watching my step-bother jerk off I felt hotter then hell. In my rush to get out of there I accidentally step on a loose floor board. I froze – there were chances that he hadn’t heard the creek in the floor. I shut my eyes tight and then opened them again to glance into the mirror and when I did I saw Noah staring back at me his hard penis still grasped in his fist.
I didn’t know what to do I couldn’t just run away. I had already been caught, I was hoping maybe that he’d be embarrassed and just shut the door and we’d both not mention it, but instead he got up from his seat on the edge of the bed and walked confidently towards the door. Pulled it open and peered up and down the as if he hadn’t noticed me before his hand reached out and wrapped around my thin forearm un-expectantly and pulled me into his room. I pulled my arm away from his and narrowed my eyes at him. “ What do you think you’re doing?” I questioned the naked boy standing in front me, but he didn’t really answer my question, instead I got “ What the fuck are you doing..”. My pale cheeks went an instant shade of red and I drop my glaze to the floor. “How fucking long have you been watching me..” He asked giving my shoulder a rather rough push. “Ehh mm not – not long.” I muttered. I figured he was being so defensive because he was just as embarrassed as I was.
The angry looked on his face quickly faded away and a wild grin spread cross his lips. “Did you enjoy what you saw?” He asked looking me straight in the face. “I didn’t see anything I just got here.” I lied, I had always been shy about sexual matters and even when my friends would take about fucking their boyfriends and getting laid at parties I’d get all quiet and shy. This time was no different. “Don’t fucking lie to me Emily – I know you were there longer then you’re admitting or you’d be able to look me in the eyes and tell me. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying.” I shook my head. “I’m not lying.” I protested. “Well then why don’t you take a nice long look now and tell me what you think?” He added. I looked away and I felt my cheeks grow hotter. “C’mon Emily.. don’t you feel it. When we’re along together and our parents are gone out the tension between us..” He asked reaching for my arm again and pulled me in closer. I felt his hot breath trickle down my neck as he whispered in my ear. “Yesterday wasn’t an accident when I grabbed your ass.” He added brushing his cheek against mine. “I’d love to feel a lot more of you and I want you to feel me too.” He continued as he pressed his body into mine, causing me to take a few steps back towards the door which he had closed after pulling me inside. He had me pinned up against the door, he was so close I was almost afraid to breath.. I almost forgot to breath. “Relax Emily.” He said running his fingers over my cheek and brushing my hair back out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. There was something about the way he said my name that gave me the chills.
“Remember that one year, your father let us camp out in the backyard in the trailer and I convinced you to let me touch you.. I haven’t forgotten about that. Remember how good you told me it felt? I want to make you feel that way again.”
I felt weak in the knees, just at the thought of the memory. We were 11 and my father had allowed us to camp out in the backyard in the camper since he had it all set up and airing it out before our camping trip. Noah and I had been playing truth or dare and he dared me to take my cloths off. I wouldn’t do it unless he did so he did and I followed suit. I don’t remember what happened in between but he found his way over to my side of the bed and crawled on top of me. The next thing I knew he was rubbing his body up and down against me and breathing heavy. I remember how good it felt but then the porch light came on and we heard my dad heading our way to tuck me in and kiss me good night.
“Do you remember?” He asked before he pressed his lips against my neck and dragged his lower lip against my flesh between soft kisses. “Do you remember that night?” He repeated again. His words pulled me out of the trance I was in. “Yeah..” I whispered softly. “That was different though.. we didn’t know what we were doing was wrong.” I replied tilting my head to the side. “ It’s not wrong!” He growled. “You’re not really my sister.. so it doesn’t matter.” He added as his hand started to roam up to my breast. “No, stop.” I exclaimed pushing his hand away from my boob. “It’s the same thing you’re just like my brother. It’s wrong.” I said again. It wasn’t that I wasn’t enjoying the affection he was showing me because I was. I didn’t really want him to stop.. I was just afraid. For a few reasons, one being that our parents might find us like this and the second being I was a virgin and I didn’t know how far he wanted to go. He pressed his hand against my stomach and slipped it down into my shorts. “I know you want this just as bad as I do – just admit it. I’m not holding you here you can easily get away from me if you wanted to.” He hissed slightly annoyed with my resistance.
It was true he wasn’t holding me there against my will. I could have left and he was right I didn’t want to leave, the way he was gently messaging my pussy felt incredible. I pressed my lips firmly together and inhaled deeply through my nose. “Fuck Noah.” I moaned as I let my head fall against the back of the door. His fingers moved tenderly over my clit, making me feel weak in the knees my legs were slowly turning to Jell-o and he could sense he was winning me over, that I was caving in. I felt his free hand tug at my shirt, pulling it up and exposing my tits. I started to feel shy once again; my cheeks began to heat up.
He covered my lips with his and we shared a very heated and passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth and danced around probing the inside of my mouth and sucked the shyness out of me. I gasped into his open mouth as I felt his fingers slowly slip into my cunt. My eyes fluttered open and I looked deeply into his clear blue eyes. “Do you like that?” He asked as he continued to thrust his index finger into my pussy and massage my clit with his thumb. A series of small whimpers poured from my lips and I was finding it almost impossible to stand up on my own. Noah helped me with that problem as he shifted me away from the door and pushed me towards his bed. I fell back against his bed and soon he was crawling up on top of my body, just like he had when we were younger and he repeated the scene from so many years ago as he began to rub his body up against mine. It didn’t give me the same pleasure as when I was 11, I wanted more.
It was obvious that we both wanted more, as he slowly began to move his way down my body kissing and sucking at any expose flesh on the way down. He tugged my boxers off and tossed them to the floor quickly and hungrily he began to lick and suck on my clit. I whimpered as he roughly shoved his index and middle finger into my tight inexperienced hole. He moved his fingers in and out of my tender pussy repeatedly each time harder or faster; and I had my first orgasm cause by someone else fingers other then my own. A deep moan was omitted from my pale lips, as my warm pussy juices leaked onto his fingers. “You like that?” He asked blowing against my wet pussy. “Mhmm.” I whispered softly trying to catch my breath. He got up on on his knees and brushed the tip of his cock over my pussy lips. “ Noah – I don’t know..” I said shyly trying to push him away, but he had this way about him that I couldn’t say no to. “Don’t worry I’ll be gentle, I won’t hurt you.” He promised and with that he impaled himself into me. I let out a cry of pain; but quickly his hand came up and covered my mouth. “Shh you’ll wake our parents up.” I was aware of this but it felt as if he was breaking me as he forced himself in. “Ooo.” I moaned from behind his hand. “You’re so fucking tight Em“ He gushed as he began to rock his hips hard against mine. My eyes squeezed shut and my hands gripped at the bed sheets, soon the pain vanished as quickly as it had started and a wave of pleasure hit me. His two large hands came to rest against my hips and each time he pushed into me, he pulled my hips down hard against him. “Ohh.” I whimpered and moaned each time he thrusted into me.
I slipped my hands up his bare chest up and around his neck before running my finger tips up and down the back of his neck. Both are bodies grew hot and sweaty from the friction between our flesh, my breathing grew heavy and quick. He began to slow down and fuck me gently; I ran my hands down his back and dug my nails into his bare skin. A smile spread across my pink lips as he hissed from the stinging sensation in his back. It was as if he was trying to get back at me for hurting him because he quickly picked up pace and fucked me viciously; beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and on his chest. His breathing was just as heavy as mine and without any warning at all I felt him erupt inside of me. Wave after wave of cum rushed from his cock and filled my pussy. I arched my back and bit down hard on my lower lip to keep from screaming out with pleasure, and in turn my whole body began to quiver with pleasure and my juices flowed all over his dick. He pushed himself until he was completely spent but he didn’t stop there he continued to fuck me with every last bit of strength he had left in him. He pulled out of me completely before jamming his thick shift back into me forcefully. It actually hurt a little and I yelped in pain but he didn’t stop; he continued to fuck me ferociously. “Noah ..” I pleaded with him. “You’re hurting me.” I whimpered. “Shut the fuck up ..” He growled. “Just – a –litt.” He groaned between words. “le longer. I’m almost there” He finished grasping my hips he buried his cock deep inside me one last time and let go. A thick heavy flow of his cum filled me up once again so much that I felt it leaking down my thighs. He collapsed against my body and rested his head against my chest. “Oh my god—what was that?” I gasped trying to look over his shoulder at the door.