Dreams Don't Count (3 page)

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"I seriously think we might have some kind of
twin-powers," I said.

"And I'm pretty sure those aren't a real thing,"
Tyler said.

"Then how do you want to explain this?"

He sighed and threw an arm over his face, as if to
block me out. He was lying on his back on the dream-bed while I sat
nearby, hugging a pillow to my chest.

"Gremlins?" he said eventually.

"Gremlins. Right. 'Cause that's so much more sensible
than my idea."

"I don't know, alright? But there's gotta be some
kind of reasonable explanation."

"Twin-powers," I insisted.

"Whatever makes you happy in that little head of
yours."

I swung my pillow at him, and I would have caught him
full in the face had his arm not blocked most of it.

"Hey, easy there!" he said. "You know stuff like that
just makes us wake up."

"Yeah, but you deserved it. You were being
patronizing."

"Sorry." Tyler rolled over and folded his arms under
his chin. He looked at me thoughtfully. "You know, whatever's
really going on, it's really not such a bad thing. I never thought
about it until recently, but we sort of haven't been spending as
much time together the past couple years as we used to."

"Wow. I so did not see that coming. Are you gonna get
all emotional on me now?"

"No, just... you don't feel that way at all?"

I bit my lip and pretended to think hard. "I guess
maybe you're not the worst person in the world to hang out
with."

"Gee, thanks."

"Kidding. You're right, it's not so bad spending time
with you. Even if you're a massive perv."

"Liking boobs is normal, it doesn't make me a
perv."

"It does when they're your sister's boobs. Perv."

Egging him on was just such an instinctual thing for
me, I probably would have done it even if I wasn't trying to lure
him toward me.

"You know what, say it again," he said. "Say it one
more time, I dare you."

I smirked and leaned forward, exaggerating my lip
movements as I spoke. "You're a huge perv."

He crawled toward me, slowly and deliberately, and I
made no attempt at escape. He stopped right in front of me for a
second, then pushed me back so I was lying flat. I still had my
pillow, and I clutched it tighter to me in an attempt to hide any
visible signs of nervousness.

"Fine, I'm a perv," Tyler said. "But I can't help
noticing that you don't actually seem to mind all that much."

He pulled the pillow away from me and tossed it
aside. I reached for it, but he put a hand on my shoulder to hold
me down. I hoped the changes in my breathing and the flushing I
felt in my face weren't as apparent to him as they felt to me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"I think you know what it means."

His free hand moved toward my chest, and I pushed it
away. He smiled enigmatically and made the same move again, this
time faster so I didn't have time to stop him.

I had to bite my lip as his palm covered my breast,
perhaps more forcefully then he meant to. The sensation of being
held down and being groped by my brother was doing funny things to
my head.

"See, like, you're making a face right now that I
could swear means you're enjoying this," he said softly. "But that
doesn't make sense, because I'm the perv, not you, right?"

"We can both be," I said in an equally quiet
voice.

Tyler looked a little surprised at my indirect
admission. I knew he wouldn't have been expecting to get it quite
so easily. It was kind of amusing how he faltered once he didn't
have anything to prove anymore.

"Oh, um, okay," he said. He let me go and sat up,
allowing me my freedom. I stayed where I was. "So... I guess I was
right when I suspected you were pushing my buttons on purpose."

"It's kinda my thing. You're really easy to
manipulate most of the time."

"Shut up. It's just 'cause you've been doing it your
whole life. You've had a lot of practice with me."

"Well I kind of had to learn, because you're right,
physically speaking you can pretty much do whatever you want with
me."

My words came out with more of a sexual overtone than
I meant them to, and I could tell Tyler had heard it too.

"Do you... do you actually like that?" he asked.
"Like when I--"

"I don't know," I interrupted. "Maybe. There's been a
lot of stuff for me to sort out. Don't take this the wrong way, but
it's kinda good and kinda bad at the same time that you're my
brother, if you know what I mean."

"Don't worry, I know what you mean. I have similar
feelings on the subject. There are things I've been thinking about,
and things I've already done for that matter, that shouldn't
involve my sister."

"Well at least we can trust each other, right? Even
if this is sketchy as fuck, no one else is ever gonna know. How
could they, it's all in our heads."

Tyler chuckled. "Yeah, that's true. It does help that
this isn't really real. Mostly."

There was an awkward silence after that, in which the
only sounds were from my brother shifting to a more comfortable
position. I had to grab his wrist to keep him from moving too far
away from me. He'd gone all self-conscious on me, and I knew that
unless I did something he wasn't going to be touching me any more
until he relaxed some.

"It's okay to, like, do stuff," I said. "If you want
to."

He was still hesitant to try anything, that was
pretty obvious, but at least he scooted back closer so there were
only a few inches between us. His gaze flicked back and forth
between my chest and elsewhere, presumably in order to not get
caught staring. It wasn't nearly as effective a tactic as he was
probably hoping.

"You know, this is somehow more awkward now that
you've given me permission," he said.

"Would it help if I revoked your permission?"

"It might. Probably not though."

"Ty, just touch them."

It was a blunt approach, sure, but it worked. Tyler
looked at me just to make sure I was serious, then reached out and
let his hand settle on one of my breasts. It wasn't all that
exciting for me in some ways, mainly because I'd almost had to make
him do it, but at least he seemed happy. I'd get more of a payoff
out of it eventually anyway, I was sure of that.

For a while I just let him squeeze and caress my
boobs. For some reason it got more enjoyable the longer he went,
probably due to me getting increasingly horny over time. It made me
more sensitive to his touch. A couple times I caught myself
contemplating slipping a hand down inside my panties, but I
discarded the idea. I wasn't brazen enough to try that out just
yet.

****

I wasn't sure what exactly triggered it, but at some
point I simply found myself awake and in my own bed, in my own
room. It was earlier than I normally woke up, but not so early as
to be completely ridiculous, particularly considering I'd been
asleep before my usual time the night before.

I could practically still feel my brother's hand on
my breasts, almost like he was in the room with me. He wasn't
though, and I was alone with my residual horniness. Since I didn't
have to get up for a while, and I was alone, there was no reason
not to take care of myself this time.

My panties were in the way, and I removed them
altogether before tending to my needy pussy. I was at just the
right state of turned on not to be in too much of a hurry, while
still craving my eventual release. It was perfect for allowing me
to build up slowly while I fantasized about what I'd do, or what
I'd let my brother do, when we were together the next night. I was
becoming lost to this new, socially unacceptable game of ours.

After fingering myself to completion, I eventually
made my way downstairs for breakfast. Tyler wasn't there, which was
okay at first, until I was halfway through eating and he still
hadn't shown up. In fact, he didn't show up at all, and that
worried me. I'd known what we were doing had the potential to make
things uncomfortable between us, yet I hadn't really believed it.
Now I couldn't help wondering if I should have given it more
thought.

Later on in the day, in the early evening, I found
him watching a movie in the living room, the first time all day
that I'd seen him. That wasn't too abnormal actually, but I had
been overanalyzing things all day and I'd begun to worry that he'd
been avoiding me. I approached cautiously, but he said nothing when
I took a seat on the free end of the couch. He did smile, which I
took as a good sign.

"Hey, how come you weren't at breakfast?" I asked
after a moment. That had been the only time I'd really expected to
see him, but I could question him about the rest of his day should
it seem necessary.

"Oh, that," he said. "I was busy."

"Busy? What could possibly have been important enough
to keep you from breakfast? You love breakfast."

He looked a little sheepish, and delayed his response
until I prodded at him with my finger.

"Okay, fine," he said. "If you must know, I woke up
pretty early and I was kinda horny thanks to you. So I jerked
off."

"For what, like two hours straight?"

"No. I went back to sleep after. Then I woke up again
and...."

"Oh my god, you jerked off again?"

He nodded silently and I giggled at his
embarrassment.

"Shut up," he said. "It's your fault anyway."

"Oh really? So you think I shouldn't let you touch
these anymore?" I said, pointing to my breasts.

"That's not what I'm saying. Although, you know,
there are lots of people who would say that."

I shrugged. "So what? Whatever happens in our heads
is nobody's business but ours."

"I know, I'm just saying we have to be careful to,
like, not let anything show when we're around other people. That's
all."

"I'll try my very best not to let you grope me in
public."

"That's not... you aren't taking this seriously, are
you?"

"Seriously enough," I said. "I'm well aware how badly
it could go if certain people out there knew what we got off on.
But I also know no one has ever learned about any of my other
fantasies, so I think we're good."

"Yeah, I just... yeah. You're right."

"Damn skippy I am."

I got up to leave, but couldn't resist doing so in a
way that brushed my breasts against Tyler's arm as I stood. He knew
I'd done it on purpose, but didn't do anything other than glare at
me. It was way too much fun teasing him sometimes.

****

"I have to admit something to you," I said.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Tyler asked.

He already had both hands under my shirt, having
apparently gotten over his hesitance from the night before. I was
seriously tempted just to take it off since it was only getting in
the way. That and my bra.

"Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I masturbated
too," I said.

"And you were making fun of me? God, you are like the
biggest hypocrite."

"Yeah, but I'm cute. Anyway, I'm just kind of
thinking that maybe we're waking up all turned on and shit because
of how worked up we get while we're asleep."

"Makes sense. That's what I assumed."

"Uh huh, but what would happen if we, like, took care
of that before we woke up?"

Tyler paused, his hands temporarily motionless on my
skin and a thoughtful look on his face.

"I don't know," he said. "But if that did work, I'd
just end up with a big mess in the real world."

"I guess you would, wouldn't you. Lucky for me I
wouldn't have that problem." I yelped as he pinched one of my
nipples a little too hard, on purpose of course, and stuck my
tongue out at him. At least my bra had prevented some of the
potential pain. "No need for that just because life's a little
unfair."

"Well you don't have to rub it in."

"Sure I do. That's what siblings are for, isn't
it?"

"Yeah, I guess it is. Among other things evidently,"
he said, glancing meaningfully at the area of my chest his hands
were currently occupying.

I giggled softly. "It's nice finally having a use for
me, isn't it?"

On impulse I reached for the back of his neck and
pulled him toward me. He looked confused right up until the moment
I kissed him. It was only a short, simple kiss, barely on the wrong
side of innocent, but I could tell it had freaked him out a
little.

"Why the hell would you do that?" he demanded, though
his indignation was undermined somewhat by his failure to stop
feeling me up as he waited for an answer.

"Because I felt like it," I said. I brushed my hand
delicately along his cheek and up the side of his head. "Because we
can do whatever we want. Almost. It's all a dream, there's no
rules."