"Get the fuck out!" I yelled, having finally noticed my younger sister Emily standing in the doorway. I'd been right on the edge of an explosive orgasm when I opened my eyes, only to find my younger sister standing in my bedroom doorway, rooted like a 100 year old oak to the ground.
She seemed to snap back into reality instantly, and bolted into the hallway, leaving my door wide open. "Fuck!" I muttered under my breath, half because I'd have to get up to close the door myself and half because my dick was now as flaccid as a spaghetti noodle.
No, on second thought, it was all because of my dick, or rather my balls which now ached for release; a release that would not come, no matter how hard I tried.
I'd been just on the edge of the most mind blowing orgasm I could ever remember, and now it was hopeless. Even if I'd managed to get off, it would be too little too late.
'What had I been thinking about?' I wondered to myself, 'What had gotten me so excited that I'd woken up and gone at it with such gusto?' And then it hit me... Emily!
I remembered the dream vividly, like a movie that I had seen so many times I could picture every scene. 'Had I had this dream before?'
My younger sister Emily, who is a year younger than me, was lying out back in a lounge chair by the pool. She was wearing one of those tiny bikinis that are little more than a scrap of fabric to cover what the law required.
Emily had been rubbing lotion onto her luscious 18 year old body, occasionally sliding her hand under the edge of her bikini top, grinning seductively at me as I watched her. She'd slipped a hand behind her back, released the strap, and slowly begun pulling her top away.
It was at that point something had caught my attention, and both my dreaming and waking bodies had looked up. It is a cruel thing that every earth shattering dream that I ever have, ends right when the greatest part arrives. Even afterwards if I'd tried to return to that dream world, to continue from that point as if I'd simply hit pause, I could not.
This dream however, left me so unsettled that I got out of bed to prevent myself from returning to it. Instead, I headed down the hall for a shower. As I stood beneath the refreshing assault of water, my mind wandered back to the dream. 'Why was I dreaming about my sister?' I wondered. 'Why had she just stood there and watched me jacking off?'
It is true that Emily is a pretty girl in her own right. At 5' 5" and maybe 100 pounds, with a slender and seemingly perfectly sculpted body, I found it odd that she hid it all under the baggy clothes she usually wore. Our family was perhaps the only ones who knew what hid under the frumpy ensemble she usually presented.
At home, she usually lay out by the pool, wearing one tiny bikini after another. And yet when I saw her on the college grounds, she was again heavily laden down by her oversized GAP sweater and equally unflattering track pants.
I remembered the look of her body in the dream; her milky smooth skin was slightly tanned from all the time she spent lounging out back. Her firm breasts only barely covered by a tiny bit of fabric.
Light brown hair, with the occasional blond streak, stretched down to her shoulders, and swept slightly outwards... 'Stop fucking thinking about her!' I scolded myself, turning the hot water off.
