Marley awoke from her dream in a right state. This had been happening entirely too often. She had been having the same dream every night for about a month now. She was alone in her office after-hours (as was usually the case even when she was awake, being a workaholic) when a man came through the door to her office and completely ravaged her body. The things this man did to her in dreams made her body tingle when she was awake. It wasn't just any man, either—it was her older brother, Hunter.
Marley was a semi-conservative woman, and she found this dream rather irrational and unsettling. Granted, she was single and hadn't been with a man in quite some time, but shouldn't she be fantasizing about men NOT related to her? That part seemed sensible to her.
The thing that upset Marley most of all was how aroused she found herself after having these dreams about her brother. She crawled out of bed and as all of this tumbled around in her head, she resigned herself to yet another shower filled with intense, self-induced orgasms as she thought about her brother.
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Hunter was very pleased with himself. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten into this situation, but he was very sure he would take advantage of it. He found that if he concentrated hard enough, he could project himself into the subconscious thoughts of whomever he chose. As she had been the inspiration of many nights of masturbation, his younger sister Marley seemed to be the perfect subject for his newfound talent.
Even in adolescence, Marley was gorgeous. 5'6", creamy white skin, and spectacular auburn curls, cascading down her back, nearly touching her bottom. She had always been an avid runner, and it showed, as there was not an ounce of fat on her. She had toned legs, hips that a model would kill for, a flat stomach, and incredible 36C breasts. Marley also had beautiful green eyes that constantly twinkled and a perfect mouth that always seemed to be smiling.
Because of her beauty and the overpowering effect Marley had on him, Hunter wanted to "return the favor", in a way. He knew she would never think of him in a romantic or sexual way on her own, so he would create those thoughts for her. His desire was to make Marley yearn for him—to realize that he was the only man she would ever need. Of course, this would take time and energy, but he was willing to make that "sacrifice". All those years of fantasizing about her may finally have the end result he craved. Just thinking about his baby sister was putting Hunter in a state of unrest, and he thought it wise to set his mind on other things.
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As Marley was leaving her office in downtown Manhattan, she thought back to her dreams. As taboo as it was, she couldn't help but think about her brother. They were indeed from the same family, though you couldn't tell by looking at them. Hunter was much taller than she was, towering over her at 6'4". He had jet-black hair and piercing amethyst-colored eyes, which went splendidly with his perfectly tanned skin and muscular body. She was jealous of him in that respect, as he never had the need for exercise. His overwhelming masculinity seemed natural, while she worked hard for her very feminine figure.
Marley attempted to push these thoughts from her mind as she made her way to her car. She was tired, and wanted nothing more than to slip into a hot bath and relax. The drive home went more smoothly than usual, considering the amount of traffic on the road. Upon entering her condo, she found it rather difficult to get Hunter off her mind, for no matter how hard she tried, she kept seeing his face...kept imagining how his arms would feel wrapped around her. Why were these thoughts taking over her mind?
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Hunter was very much enjoying the effect he was having upon Marley. He knew it was causing her distress to think of her brother in a sexual manner, but he also knew she would give in to the thoughts in time. She seemed to be a very sexual person by nature, though he obviously didn't know from experience. He decided to do a little test.
As he was dialing Marley's phone number, he was both nervous and confident. After what seemed like a year, he finally heard her voice.
"Hello?"
"Hey sis, it's Hunter."
"Hey, Hunt! I was just thinking about you. How are you doing?"
"Thinking about me? Why on earth would you be thinking about your goofy brother?"
"Oh, I was just wondering how you're doing. We haven't talked in a while, I miss you!"
"I miss you, too, sis. How's work going?"
"Oh, it's great. You know me; first one there, last to leave. You know, we should get together soon. We haven't done anything together in the longest time."
"That sounds like a good idea. You sure you can squeeze me into your busy schedule?"
"I'll always have time for you, big brother! Just let me know when you're free, and I'm all yours!"
"Definitely. I have to get going for now, but I'll give you a call soon."
"You better! Take care of yourself. I love you!"
"Love you too, Marley."
As they said their goodbyes, Hunter couldn't believe his luck. When they were teenagers, they didn't spend too much time together, other than the obligatory family get-togethers. Suddenly, Marley wanted to spend time with him—and she was very enthusiastic about it to boot. He was having a much better time of this than he had imagined, and decided to take things one step further.
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As Marley hung up the phone, she realized she had goose bumps. The thoughts she had been having, coupled with hearing his voice on the phone, had her creaming like never before. She had just finished running her bath when she hung up the phone, and as she lowered herself into the steaming water, she felt her tension from work melting away—yet another tension was brewing. She felt herself longing for her brother in ways that she knew she should not. Thoughts of Hunter filled her mind once more, and as she imagined what his chest would feel like under her hands, how it would feel to have his weight on top of her, she realized her hands were now traveling her body.
Her fingertips fluttered against the small expanse of her stomach, making their way up to her breasts. Ever so lightly, she pinched her taut, cherry nipples, electricity seeming to shoot up her spine as she did so. Enjoying herself thoroughly, she tweaked her nipples harder, craving a firmer touch. Keeping one hand at her breasts, she allowed the other to find its way down her body, moving very slowly. She felt the smoothness of her skin under the water's surface and savored the experience. Marley's traveling hand finally reached its destination, delicately pushing its way through the outer folds of her pussy. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers found their way to her engorged clitoris, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.
As her finger flicked against the tip of her clit, she imagined it was Hunter's tongue, and the hand that continued to maul her breasts was no longer hers—that was Hunter's as well. Imagining her brother commanding her body this way brought her immense pleasure, and soon she was on the brink of a very powerful orgasm. She rubbed her clit furiously, moaning loudly now, as her orgasm washed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure surged throughout her body, yet she couldn't seem to get enough. She continued to massage her clit until her body just couldn't take anymore. After she came down from her orgasmic high, she realized she was still in the bath, and the water was quite cold. Lifting herself out of the water, she dried herself off and made her way to the bedroom. If Hunter was having this effect on her now, how on earth would she be able to control herself when she was with him?
