Finally, I had the house to myself for the day. I decided to use the time to work on my tan. The deck on the back of my parents' house was secluded, and I often lay out there in my bikini, when the men weren't home, to catch some rays.
I was lying face-down on a towel on a lounge chair, and to help with my tan lines I had untied my top and let the strings fall down to the ground. The warm summer air was seductive, and I closed my eyes briefly, thinking that I would just rest them for a moment.
I think I realized quickly enough that I was dreaming. The lounge chair pressing against my bare breasts and the rest of my near-naked body became my younger brother. We were standing, pressed together, in a dark place. We were both without clothing. We were unable to move, bound together like this somehow.
My bare breasts were pressed firmly against his ribs, and his penis, erect and so warm, was against me, too. I could feel his breath in my hair, as I knew he could, mine, near the nape of his neck. As our mutual bondage stretched on, I noticed my breathing becoming attuned to his.
It was so intensely intimate sharing the very rhythm of life with his body, his skin, his soul, and my memory flashed to the touch of my hand to his fingers in another place.
In my dream, we stood there, bound together, immobile, but even without motion I became aware that his stiff penis was throbbing against me. Without warning, it erupted, spraying warm liquid onto the both of us, the liquid reaching up to my breasts and running down the curves of my belly toward my sex. As it flowed and cooled, I shivered, and shivering, I awoke.
Aware of a presence there in the waking daylight, I turned my face toward him and I saw my younger brother there, on a lounge chair beside me. He was nude, and at first I thought, "Wow! 'Full of cum' is right."
But he was not there to play our game. He had a brown bottle of Coppertone in his hand and he was massaging a calf with the white lotion. I glanced quickly toward his middle and saw that his penis was soft. So, it wasn't "like that."
"Hi, little bro," I murmured sleepily. "You're home early."
"Yeah, slow day," he replied, adding suntan lotion to the tops of his pale white feet. "I figured I'd join you out here and work on my tan lines," he added, glancing pointedly down at his own nakedness. Then his eyes returned to me.
"More like you figured you'd come over and stare at my ass," I retorted. "Stop it!" I chided him, and I slapped him playfully on the arm.
He finished putting on lotion and laid back, lacing his fingers behind his head. He stared off at the treetops and still I saw no signs of an erection.
Meanwhile, I was kind of stuck there on my belly. My top was untied, and it would have been much easier to re-tie it if I could have sat up first. With my brother there, I couldn't do that.
I know, he had seen me completely naked not that long ago, the day that Emily was here. That didn't make me any more willing to show him my bare little breasts again just now.
Since I was apparently not going anywhere for a while, I relaxed and turned my thoughts to the things I wanted to talk to him about.
I began.
"Do you like Emily?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah."
"I think she likes you, too." I reached back and adjusted my bikini bottoms, for no better reason than to tease him with my bum. "You should ask her out," I went on, "but after what happened the other day, you need to start really slow." In this, I was sincere. "If you want my advice, don't even try to touch her on the first date. You should let her decide."
