Jim sat on the couch, not knowing whether he should wait for Elizabeth or just go to bed. It was only around 10 PM but he decided to head for bed to avoid having to talk with his sister. He was no eloquent speaker and he thought he'd just put his foot in his mouth. He went into his bedroom, undressed and got into bed where he lay awake for several hours.
Elizabeth came in from the patio to find that Jim had either left or was already in bed. The door to his room was closed so she was fairly certain that he'd turned in….he was probably feeling as mixed up as she was about the whole thing. Or maybe he was mad that she wasn't able to return his feelings. Whichever was the case, she felt bad that he was feeling bad.
She turned off the lights and went into her room. Pulling off her sweatpants, she sat on the side of the bed she usually slept on. There was a note on the table and she picked it up and read it.
"I love you, Elizabeth. Being open to new things has always been our motto. Please look beyond what you think is wrong and I think you will see that no one can be hurt by what happened. I'm staying at the Waldorf tonight. Please call me at any time if you want to talk. Julie."
Elizabeth stretched out on the bed, feeling a panicked. She knew she was at a crossroads in her relationship with Julie….and with Jim. She closed her eyes to think and slipped into sleep some time later.
Chapter 17
Her mouth was full of musky cock, her tongue working the bottom of the hard shaft as it moved back and forth…strong hands held her head in place as her unknown partner pumped his dong between her pursed lips…her knees hurt from the cold floor on which she kneeled…her eyes were open but she saw only blackness…she could feel the blindfold tied tightly behind her head…she could feel a similar cloth tied around her wrists behind her back…the heavy head of the cock banged against the back of her throat and she whimpered.
'It's Jim….it has to be Jim.'
Suddenly she felt the blindfold pulled away and she looked up into her brother's face. His eyes burned with a nasty lust as he slid his fleshy erection deep into her upturned mouth.
"Aaaaaaaahhh, God, Sis! Jesus, what a mouth…man, I love to fuck it!" he exclaimed as he began humping faster into her mouth, his cockhead beating against the opening to her throat. "Aaahh, yeahhh, use that tongue…suck it, yessssss!"
Elizabeth realized she was working on his pistoning prick, her tongue was swirling on the bottom of his flashing shaft, her cheeks concave as she sucked him.
"I told you, Lizzie." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Julie walk around behind her brother. It had been her hands that had removed the blindfold; his had never released her head.
"Wait, Jim, wait," she heard her roommate say and his cock drew itself out of her mouth, leaving her panting in front of him. Elizabeth recognized the mirrored wall of the Whipping Post room behind her brother's looming form. Julie's head appeared over his shoulder and she saw her right hand slide around onto her brother's chest and her left reach around his hip to grasp the base of his glistening member.
"Come on, Lizzie," Julie said as she wagged her brother's stiff peter at her, "Show me that I was right…I'll hold your little brother and you come take him….come on, you know you want to."
Elizabeth moved forward on her knees, her mouth coming tantalizingly close to Jim's crimson cockknob. She craned her face forward and her brother's proffered prick filled her lips again. She began sucking him, willingly going down on her young brother and she didn't regret it. She loved it.
Almost immediately, his dick began to jerk between her lips and she felt his discharge slam against the roof of her mouth. It felt like he was spewing molten lava…
With a start, Elizabeth sat up in her bed, clutching her throat. The realization that it had all been a nightmare washed over her.
"Oh, God," she croaked as she swung her legs off the bed. The bedside clock read 12:42 AM. She sat there for a moment, her body tingling with the false emotions of her nightmare. Her nipples were stiff under her T- shirt and her body felt flushed.
'That was no nightmare…it was a dream,' she conceded to herself. She'd read a book on dream interpretations but the meaning of this one had been obvious. It meant Julie was right — she had the secret lust for her own flesh and blood.
Unlike other dreams which would fade after a few seconds, the intense erotic dream she just experienced stayed fresh in her mind. If she was going to act on her desires, she knew she had to now while she was excited and her will was strong.
Jim awoke to feel someone crawling under the sheets with him.
"Wha?!"
"Sssssssshhhhhhh," his sister shushed him.
He felt a leg swing over his and her arm slide across his chest as she molded her body against his. Reflexively, he hugged her, not sure why she had come to his bed.
'Is she just looking for comfort? Or something else?' His body began to react to her pressure, to her smell, to the possibility that she had changed her mind about the cards Julie had dealt them. He couldn't stop the blood coursing into his underwear-imprisoned manhood and he wasn't going to be able to hide it from his sister. She was sure to feel that he was getting aroused.
Then, he knew she was there for more than comfort as she buried her face in the side of his neck and he felt her lips start kissing him there. She shifted her body further over his, bringing her hips over his, pressing her crotch against his at an angle.
Jim let his hands start roaming over her back as he turned his body more toward her. Through her T-shirt, he could feel her soft tits squashing against his ribs, his hands could feel the bumpy outline of her spine as they swept down her back, then his hands road onto the silky feeling of her panties. He grabbed handfuls of her ass and she shifted over his body completely, her knees straddling his thighs.
She raised up and Jim could see the outline of her body in the overhead skylight, the moonlight filtered through her wavy hair, giving her head a halo. The impression was blown away by the hand she slipped down the front of his underwear. His sister's hot palm slipped around his half-hard erection and Jim grunted in pleasure as she went to work.
'Yeah, Beth! Get me nice and hard and I'll fuck you!' Jim wanted to shout but he held his tongue to keep the mood as it was. His sister wanted him to keep quiet was all he knew; maybe she was trying to think of him as someone else. In less than a minute, he was totally stiff.
Elizabeth's breath shuddered as she felt her brother's right hand slid around and palmed her pussy through her panties. His fingers pressed the material up into her labia as he began frigging her. She gave his fat prick one last stroke and then crossed both hands at the bottom of her T-shirt and whipped it up and off, tossing it away with a flourish. She was going to pull down her brother's underwear but he sat up quickly. He kissed her sternum as his left arm looped around her waist. She grabbed his head as his lips moved right, across the flesh of her tit as he searched for her nipple. She steered his mouth to her hard stalk and he took it into his mouth and sucked strongly. It was like throwing kerosene on a fire. Both of them moaned at the sinful act and his fingers began kneading her crotch harder. God, he was getting her so excited….
"Ooooooh, Jimmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she rasped. His hand left her sodden crotch and he twisted her over on her back, using his left arm and right hand on the mattress to push him up and over her. His mouth kissed across her collarbone and moved onto her neck as he now ground his half-covered cock directly on her pantied pussy. Wantonly, she slid her hands down his sides and tried unsuccessfully to pull his underpants down as she jackknifed her legs toward her head, raising her knees to grip his torso.