Even though autumn was in full swing, the California heat seemed to cling to the house well into the night. Jessica, damp with perspiration and fevered dreams, tossed and turned miserably in her sticky bed. Jess, as her family called her, had started college a month before and had been feeling rather sophisticated and mature, especially compared to Robbie, her younger brother. Just a year apart, there were vast differences in their emotional development.
Jess, awarded a full scholarship for water polo, was in peak physical shape. Standing 5'9" tall, she had broad, powerful shoulders, a slender but well-defined waist, and strong legs. In the water, she moved with the ease of a dolphin and, on land, with the grace of a dancer. In the last few years her body had shed its baby fat. Now, with chestnut locks cut short, dark brown eyes, and pale skin, her beauty had become overly obvious to any who were fortunate enough to behold her.
She had to admit, however, that she was just a little disappointed that her breasts hadn't grown more. Maybe it was her tough physical regimen, but they remained two soft discs that lay flat against her chest.
Earlier that evening she and Robbie were arguing about what to watch on TV. Their parents had left them to their own devices (with Jess in charge, of course) for the weekend. Robbie had rented the latest horror flick to celebrate the season.
"C'mon, Jess," said Robbie, holding the DVD box up for her to see. "Don't tell me a stupid movie is gonna scare you!"
"No, Robert," she replied carefully, "I simply don't feel that I need to expose myself to that kind of trash!"
"Damn, Sis! You sound like Grandma, I swear!"
Eventually, she relented and, not willing to concede his point, remained in the room while the film began. Soon, the darkened room was filled with the screams of countless victims, blood flowed, shadows flickered, and evil crept into every corner. By the time the film ended Jess was a nervous wreck.
So, hours later, she lay awake, frightened by every sound that played across her consciousness. So it was no surprise that, finally, she slipped from her bed and padded down the hall to Robbie's room. Pushing his door open softly, she peered in. Lit by the soft glow of the streetlight, she could make out sports posters, pictures of models, and her sleeping brother in his briefs, sprawled out on top of his bed.
"Robbie?" In the palpable silence of his darkened room her voice sounded loud even though she barely whispered his name. He didn't stir a muscle. "Robbie? Can I sleep with you tonight?" She almost laughed then, because he used to ask her the same thing during thunderstorms, when they were both younger. Eventually, she gave up trying to communicate and very carefully slipped onto the bed next to him, her back facing his front. Just knowing he was there, next to her, allowed her to relax enough to slip into a deep sleep. Jessica dreamed of a haunted house, some invisible force pinning her to the bed, invading her body, filling her with its energy, consuming her. As she was ravaged, her fear began to dissolve and she gave herself completely to the pleasure she felt. She knew it was wrong of her to indulge, but she was beyond caring. The force completely took her body over.
Jess woke with a start. The room seemed darker than before. Her body, as in her dream, was immobilized somehow. Slowly, she began to realize that her wrists and ankles were securely restrained with what felt like silk neckties. The blackness came from a blindfold. She couldn't see, but could guess that it was her brother who was feasting on her pussy and clit as he forced her legs further apart.
"Robbie, please! Let me go this instant!" She thrashed against her bonds. "Robbie, I'm your sister! Don't do this!" In an effort to push him away from her sex, she squeezed her thighs together, and bucked her pelvis a bit. Suddenly, he stopped his licking and hopped from the bed.
Jess could sense that he'd left the room. Each second felt like an eternity. Finally, he returned and she could hear him moving around, doing something. Then, she felt his breath next to her ear. In a whisper, he said "I'm gonna take you, Sis! I've dreamed about this for so long. So many times you've teased me and, now, you're gonna be mine! Don't think you can get me in trouble either because, if you try, I'll have this!" Suddenly, her blindfold was removed. Light flooded the room. As her eyes adjusted, she looked around to see what her insane sibling was referring to. Her heart went cold as she saw the blinking red light of the family video camera. He was taping her, even as she lay there.
Then, she saw her brother. She gasped in shock, her heart pounding. He was naked, except for a latex Halloween mask that completely covered his head. The face was that of the killer in the horror movie they'd watched the night before. Robbie's cock was long and slender. His body wasn't nearly as muscular as hers, and a bit on the skinny side. In his hands he held a pair of scissors.
He moved to her then, and she tried to shrink back. Quickly, he cut her cotton nightgown from her body, revealing her small breasts, tight belly, and hairless mound. Dropping the scissors, he slid his hands along her body, feeling the strength that lay just beneath her soft, warm skin. His fingers were drawn to her small nipples and they hardened as he teased and twisted them. Against her will, a small gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.
