What I Think About

It was the noise I heard that drew my attention. In the dark, stillness of the night, it was just a plaintive little moan that cut through to my consciousness. I listened intently and heard it again.  I get out of bed and go to the landing. Again, that little, almost repressed sound. I walk on the thick carpet to my brothers room. As usual, his door is ajar, and I can see him lying on his back on top of the covers. He is naked.  His erect cock stands proud and (in my fantasy) I wonder what it feels like for a girl to have something like that inside her. To me, it looks impossibly big. Surely, I could never take anything like that.  He stirs in his sleep, and I see a single drop of liquid form at the top. It grows in size until it gently runs the length of his shaft. The tip of his cock glistens, and I feel a strange sensation between my legs.  He is restless, and I think maybe I should not be here.  He flexes his bum muscles and a large flood of this clear oily substance trickles down him costing his entire shaft.  His lips part, and in the stillness of the night he utters two words. “Oh, Becky”.  Involuntarily, my hand goes up under my t shirt and I find myself as wet as he is. My inner thighs are slick and I had no idea I was that wet.  I walk over to the bed, and I bend down. I can sense his heat, and smell his maleness. This is (in my fantasy) the first time I’ve ever seen a boy erect, and my clit starts to throb. He is muttering in his sleep now. Disjointed words and half sentences....”Oh Becky........please.......I wanna......smell....your cunt.” The dirty word makes my cunt jump in response. “Panties.....smell your panties.” Has he, I wonder? Has he used my panties? Is he remembering my scent and it’s causing this erotic dream?  I kneel on his bed, one leg either side of him. His cock is so close to me that when it twitches, sometimes it brushes against my cunt.  “Mmmm Becky.......fuck......fucking cunt.” I gently lower myself. I feel a resistance and then there is a sharp stab of pain. I cry out despite myself. He wakes up, but it’s too late now, I’m impaled on him.  “What the......Becky....what the FUCK are you doing? You’re my sister!”he protests.  I begin to ride him gently.  “Yeah.....don’t tell me you weren’t dreaming about this. Dreaming about smelling my panties and fucking me.” Despite his protests, I feel him begin to respond, thrusting into me gently at first but then he flips us both over and he is on top of me fucking me hard.  (Back in reality) I have my hand between my legs. Maybe I have something inside me. I’m revelling in the sheer forbidenness of this incestuous fantasy. I am so close to orgasm, but when I have this fantasy, I know there is one thing I need to complete it. I have to say something out loud....or at least to myself.  “Cum inside me.....do it in me.....brother.” That’s when I cum. Just at the moment I imagine him spurting in me. It feels a good, really dirty, raunchy orgasm.  I can have different kinds of orgasms, from ones that are gentle, soft, romantic, to ones that are hard, almost violent.  I even have a rape fantasy. I will not describe it, and if it ever happens for real, I would,fight to the death before allowing myself to be raped, but the fantasy....well, the human mind is a funny thing, isn’t it? I guess generally, I have romantic fantasies, being caught fantasies, being watched fantasies, and being fucked in ways I haven’t yet done fantasies, and I’m sure some are better left as fantasies. I know a married friend who thought she really wanted a MMF threesome. Her husband set it up, and, to cut a long story short, it cost her her marriage.  I guess if I’d like any of my fantasies to come true, it would be being watched by lots of people, or being caught and punished.  Well, guess what I’ve got to go and do right now!