Strange Dream about my Brother

The following story was a dream I had about my older brother about a week or two ago. It is purely fiction.

“Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ve got you,” the voice said again, as my brother came into view. I was speechless, words could not express how much gratitude I had. He was the hero I had been praying for. His messy bronze hair, and deep patriotic blue eyes lit my world.

“Oh sis! What did he do to you…?” my brother said, his muscles burning as he ripped the ropes off of me. I was finally free, and the first thing I did was jump up off the table and hold my brother. I was so thankful, I told him I loved him and that he was my hero, over and over again. I held him tight, as close as I could get to him, my fingers digging into the back muscles. I felt his strong arms and hands reach around my tummy to my lower back, where he placed them. That’s when I released I was still naked. I was a little embarrassed, but most of me didn’t care. All I knew was that I was in the safety of my brother’s arms, and never wanted to let go. I dug my face into his chest, resting the top of my head into his neck. I began to cry again, in happiness.

“Baby girl…don’t cry. I’m never going to let this happen again,” he said sternly, but caringly, before kissing my head.

I kissed his neck. “Get me out of here.”

He picked me up bridal-style and carried me out of the warehouse to his car. Before I knew it, I was home. It was like my safe haven, seeing the house that I knew I was secure in. My brother opened the door for me, and carried me bridal-style again. He walked into our large house, and he carried me to my room. He turned on the light and placed me on my purple bed. He kissed my forehead again.

“Baby girl, get some sleep. I’ll be in the family room if you need anything,” he said.

I grabbed his arm. “No! Please…don’t go…” I pulled his arm, dragging him closer to me. I grabbed the sides of his neck and chin, and kissed him. Repeatedly. I don’t know what was flowing through me, I just wanted him.

At first I was nervous, I didn’t want him to get angry with me. But surprisingly, he kissed me back. I pulled him on top of me, continuing to kiss him as I pulled up his shirt, exposing his abs. He lifted up his arms, and I ripped off his shirt. His hands came back down to my tummy, as he slid them up my body to my breasts. His touch was magical on my breasts, I grabbed his arms and dug my nails into them.

He paused and began to undo his belt. I reached down and helped him, I wanted him inside me. Desperately, wanted him inside of me. His belt flew off, and his jeans were sliding down his waist, exposing his boxers and something large poking out from them. He took off his jeans and I reached down to the line of this boxers and sluggishly slid them down his thighs.

Slowly, his very large penis flopped out. I grabbed it, barely able to wrap my fingers around it. I was dead nervous, I was shaking as I began to stroke him. He slid out of his boxers and positioned himself between my legs. My vagina pulsed for him, wanting to feel his penis inside of me. I sat back and lifted my lower body into the air, waiting for him.

He gripped my butt and hips, and slowly slid inside of me. Oh my…was I in heaven. My entire body was filled with this teasing sensation, I just wanted more. He slowly began to slide in and out of me with a rhythm that I followed with my own body.

At first, it kind of hurt. But soon, I was having the time of my life. I could feel his penis pounding my cervix, as I moaned and screamed in absolute pleasure. It built up, and built up. I was uncontrollable, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into me. I screamed as my world began to spin with pleasure. It wasn’t long before he was moaning also, and I could feel his hot sperm releasing inside of me.

It was at this moment, I woke up from the dream. I was extremely stimulated, and almost embarrassed with myself. I just thought I’d share this with the people of Lush to see what reactions would be like.