Although this story stands on its own, I encourage the reader to read the first part of the story - "A Midnight Snack - The Appetizer" to get an introduction to the characters - Mike and Kat.
This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to people, places and events is unintentional and purely coincidental.
I would like to express my sincere thanks to moondrift who sifted through endless drafts and suggested numerous improvements to increase the eroticism in the story. Any errors are mine alone.
I felt a breath of warm air caress my breasts, followed by a gentle tug on my nipples. I reached out and touched the hands, enveloping them in mine. They were rough and hairy.
"Man's hands!" the thought registered in my brain.
I did not dare open my eyes, letting the hands caress my nipples gently and then twirling between the thumb and forefinger. Yet I felt no pain, just pleasure.
A moan escaped my throat, as a hand moved slowly down my body.
The fingers felt magical, bringing back memories of sex that I had deprived myself of for the last few months.
The fingers seem to stop at my navel, gently probing, teasing and I shivered in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
The fingers moved on, slowly, gently.
All sensation of time was suspended as I waited for the inevitable penetration.
The fingers seem to wash over my smooth mound, parting my labia. They rubbed the exposed clitoris, fingers soaking in the wetness.
Another sigh escaped my lips as I opened my thighs wider to receive the cock.
I groped with my fingers and I could feel the throbbing organ, so full of life, so erect, so hard.
There seemed to something familiar about that manhood.
As I spread my hands out farther in the dark, my fingers touched something that felt smooth and round.
"Balls!" I said to myself as I allowed my hands to glide over the erect organ waiting to pierce my wet cunt.
I grasped the hard, throbbing organ in my hands, hoping to guide the pleasure rod into my liquid femaleness to relieve the mounting tension and fill my hole with glutinous cum.
Now I could feel him enter me, burying his erect cock deep inside me.
There was a blur of pumping as my hips rose and fell in sync with the movements.
A moment of hesitation and suddenly I felt my insides boil over as I came hard, squirting the wet juice all over my thighs.
In the dim light of the moon streaming through the window, I saw the smiling face of my brother Mike.
"Mike?" I gasped, shaken by the enormity of what had just transpired.
I opened my eyes and sat up, shivering in spite of the warmth.
I turned on the bedside light and realized I was alone. It had been an erotic dream and my hands and fingers had acted as the cock, penetrating my now sopping cunt.
"Shit!" I cursed silently and fell back on my bed, sated, yet feeling even hornier.
Sleep did not come as I tossed and turned, trying to make sense of the most erotic dream I had ever experienced.
Finally, I gave up all notion of sleep and decided to head down to the kitchen to grab a snack and some milk, in hope of catching at least some sleep.
I stepped out of the bedroom, and started heading towards the stairs leading to the kitchen when I suddenly realised I was naked.
I snuck back to peek at the guest bedroom. Through the partially open door, I could hear mild snoring and I could see the recumbent form of my sleeping brother.
Satisfied that he was fast asleep, I continued on my journey down the stairs to the kitchen.
