No matter how hard I slammed on the brakes, there were no reactions. Seeing the end of the road coming up, I grip the steering wheel and yank it to the right, trying to get the truck to stay on the road, in hopes of it slowing down on its own on the flat portion.
The steering wheel locked up, and I bounced over a curb, taking out a male box, and hitting a house head on. The sounds of metal crunching, the windshield shattering, the hood slamming into my head.
I scream, and sit up straight, sweat pouring down my face, the sun was shining into the room. Dakota was sitting next to me, worry in her eyes. "It's okay, bro. You're okay. It was just a nightmare."
Shaking my head, I sigh softly, the scars on my chest visible as I sleep completely naked. "Were you dreaming about your accident?" Nodding softly, I felt her hand on.my shoulder, and looked at her.
"I dream about it every night. I see it whenever I close my eyes, when ever I'm in a vehicle, if there's a movie with a crash in it." She smiled softly, laying me on my back, and laid beside me, cuddling up to me, her head on my chest. "Its okay bro. If you ever need to talk, and just need someone to comfort you, I'm here."
As I nodded softly, I looked down at her, feeling a little better, but weird as I was naked under the covers, and my half-sister was cuddled up to me. Slowly, I felt Dakota's fingers tracing some of the scars on my chest.
"Are all of these from the wreck?" Her voice had a hint of sadness in it, but also a hint of curiosity. "Most of them are, yeah. Some of them are from my stepfather. He wasn't very...nice..."
"Well, that's one thing we have in common. I hate my ex stepfather...he was very abusive." She closed her eyes, shifting her head on my chest, her hair becoming a messy pillow on my chest, the heat from her body emanating on mine. "I know, Dad told me about what he did to you...he also said to be lucky that you wanted to meet me."
She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around me, placing one of her legs over one of mine, her leg resting on my member. "I don't normally like men...so you really are lucky. I'm normally distant and wont let any guys around me.."
I smiled softly, feeling her leg moving up and down, rubbing against my member, getting hard. "I-I um, I'm gonna go take a shower okay?" Seeing her pout, I let a soft sigh escape my mouth and rolled over, putting a pillow against my crotch, between the both of us, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. "I'll stay here for a bit longer.."
Smiling, Dakota nodded, before flicking my forehead, and sitting on my back, pinning me to the bed, as she laid down on me. "H-hey! What is this for?!"
"What? Have you never wrestled with anyone before?" she asked teasingly, rubbing the back of my head, messing my hair up more than it already was. "Oh...so you want to wrestle? Fine." I rolled over onto my back, laying ontop of her, hearing her laugh, and struggle. "Noooo! Get off!"
Rolling over, I pinned her to the bed, covers barely hiding my body in more, pinning her hands above her head. "Whatcha going to do? Huh?"
She struggled, wiggling underneath me, giggling a bit. "I will..." she wrapped her legs around my waist, and flipped me onto my back. She was now sitting on my stomach, looking down at me, holding my wrists together, above my head, with her hands, her face just mere inches from mine. 'Shit...this isnt good...I...I like this...too much..'