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.

I could feel a tingling in my groin. I was
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.