To Sleep Perchance to Dream

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WARNING!

At the risk of giving too much of a spoiler, if you're a stickler for prior verbal or written, informed, acknowledged, and of sound mind and body consent be given for having sex with someone, then the circumstance in this story may trigger you. I wrestled with this issue a good deal, and decided a warning should be issued. If you aren't extremely concerned about it, forgot I said anything.

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My eyes focused on the slender fingers of the woman on my laptop screen, spreading the pink lips of her bald pussy wide open. The sheen of her arousal sparkled in the bright, cinematic lights.

"Yes...yes...your cock is so huge. Fuck me with that giant cock," she moaned.

Porn isn't known for its literary worth, but this example did it for me regardless of that. My hand flew along my shaft, and I wanted to come just as the dick on my laptop screen pierced the pussy it aimed for.

I knew this ejaculation would be good. I had been working on it for a good twenty minutes, going from video to video, looking for and eventually finding the perfect girl with the perfect body, but I heard the click of my bedroom door unlatch and it swung slowly inward.

I slapped my laptop closed and grabbed my sheet to yank it up over me, and my laptop, all in one motion. Whoever was invading my rightful solitude, long after everyone in the house, including me, should be asleep, had no chance to see what I had been doing, and that was the only relief I felt at that moment before the door opened enough for me to discover the identity of the intruder.

"Elise, what the fu...hell are you doing?" I growled, barely even a whisper.

I had no desire to disturb our parents or younger brother, even if my sister would be the one at fault for coming into my room uninvited.

She hadn't been inside my bedroom, invited or not, since the one month we had both been four years old, over sixteen years ago.

She made no reply to my very reasonable question, but our eyes met and held. Her unblinking eyes seemed colder and contained even less feeling than how she always looked at me.

Our last cordial conversation had occurred when I was barely four years old and Elise was almost five, and she discovered she wouldn't be going to kindergarten for another year, the same time that I would be.

Elise stepped inside, turned her back on me and slowly closed and locked my door as silently as she had opened it.

Her expression didn't change as she crossed the room and stopped at the side of my bed. I couldn't see her face when she gripped the hem of her long tee shirt with both hands, about the middle of her thighs, and pulled it up and over her head, but the cold, unfeeling stare remained when her eyes focused on mine again and she let her shirt drop to the floor.

She didn't bother to push her now disheveled, naturally wavy, mid-back length, golden brown hair out of her face.

She stood still, her eyes riveted to mine, completely naked, as if her body were an exhibit in a museum and I should be admiring her amazing, petite boobs with very erect nipples, slender waist, very womanly hips, and perfect triangle of light brown, neatly trimmed, pubic hair nestled between the tops of her shapely thighs. That hair did almost nothing to hide her gash or puffy labia protruding from it.

If she wanted me to admire her naked body, I had no reason to deny her that. I couldn't come up with even one thing I'd rather do at that moment. Sister or not, a naked woman is still a naked woman, and this particular one surprised me. I thought I had found a video with the perfect female body to masturbate to, but my sister's naked body gave me a very good reason to reconsider that.

I'd never seen Elise like that, or even close. I had never accidentally interrupted her in the bathroom, or caught her undressing because she accidentally left her bedroom door open even a crack. She had never even allowed me to see her in a swimming suit, so of course, I stared back, but not at her eyes.

My eyes went back to hers when she swept my sheet down off my body to reveal my still monumentally hard erection. She looked at it, then back at my face.

"Oh Chuck, I always love your cock and what you do to me with it when we're alone like this. You're always so big and hard for me. Were you thinking about me and what you know I need you to do to me?" she whispered without changing her expression.

None of what she said made even a tiny bit of sense to me. She never intentionally looked at me. We hadn't been alone together for over a decade and a half. She avoided me like the plague unless she felt the contact could harass or degrade me and that always in public.

The

only

reasonable explanation for her being in my room, naked, talking like I had ever done anything to her with my dick was that any second she would laugh derisively and say "As if I'd ever stoop to slumming it with you like that, even if you were the last man on Earth."

Her nakedness, though extreme, had to be just her way of taunting me, letting me see something she thought I should want but never have.

"I love it that you make me come and get it because you don't want it as bad as I do. I know that's true. I know you're doing me a favor and I don't deserve you or your cock. I don't care that I don't deserve you because you always make love to me like I do. I love you for that more than I could ever love anyone else for any reason, so I need you more than I could ever need anyone else."

I almost laughed at her deadpan, emotionless voice, like she read something for the first time, she didn't know what would come next, and definitely didn't mean a word of it.

She literally dove onto my bed and mostly on top of me so she could kiss me with more passion and lust than anyone ever had before, even any of my various former girlfriends, and her warm, delicate fingers wrapped around my cock while her tongue searched my mouth for my tonsils.

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"Elise, there's no reason to go shopping for school supplies yet," Mom told us, looking first at Elise then at me in the rearview mirror.

I just grinned back at Mom like I had no idea what was going on, because I didn't.

"But I go to kindergarten in two weeks, Mom," Elise argued.

"No, sweetheart, you're not going this year. Why did you think that?" Mom laughed then focused her eyes back on the road.

We were going to the grocery store, and Elise and I always went with Mom for that.

"All my friends that are five are going in two weeks."

"But you won't be five. You turn five next month on the fifth."

Elise turned and looked at me with a grin almost as silly as the one I probably wore.

"So Chuck has

two

years to wait," she giggled.

My expression probably didn't change. I just knew I would be getting a treat after Mom got the groceries. I always earned a treat for barely bugging Mom for a treat while she shopped. Other than that, I had no idea what they were talking about, and didn't really care.

"Chuck starts kindergarten the same time you will, Elise."

Unbeknown to me at the time, those five days between September first, the cutoff date for being five to enter kindergarten, and September fifth, Elise's birthday, as of that instant, became the sole source of strife between me and my older sister. Maybe not sole, but they definitely turned out to be the worst, and all of the other innumerable problems she had with me stemmed from that time period.

Because of the day I was born, August third, and the day she was born, the previous September fifth, not only were we less than eleven months apart in age and were the same age for a month each year, I would forever be her sworn enemy and the source of all her misery and sorrow, every last drop, and nothing else.

She treated me like it was my fault and I had somehow planned to ruin her life with the day I was born.

Until our mom uttered that apocalyptic sentence, we had been best friends.

Her expression, sitting in the back seat of Mom's SUV, melted from having fun to disbelief, then shock, then denial, then absolute rage. To this day, Elise has never gotten to the acceptance stage.

"I hate you," she whispered after she turned her face toward the window beside her.

I don't remember what I thought back then, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't anything about spending thirteen years in what Elise considered her grade, and only hers, at school.

Looking back now, I'm still a little surprised that it took her until fourth grade to get suspended for the first three days of the school year for punching some new girl who called me Elise's twin brother in front of the whole class the first day of school.

Even that was my fault, both being called her twin brother and her getting suspended.

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"So, Chucky Cheese, your twin's a hot girl."

Ty, a new kid in class for ninth grade, even on just the second day of the new school year, had nicknames for everybody.

I didn't like mine. I knew of no one who liked theirs either.

I considered agreeing with him and telling him the fastest way to her heart is to tell her he's best friends with me.

He was one of

those

guys. He was bigger, dumber and way more outgoing than the rest of us normal ninth grade guys. He talked too loud, too much, and basically failed to ever find anything worth saying, especially for a newbie.

I knew just claiming to be my acquaintance would guarantee Elise would never speak to him again, especially if he referred to me as her twin.

It might earn him a punch in the nose too, which, in my opinion, everybody thought he deserved.

He wouldn't admit it, and had been asked, but we all assumed he was a couple years older than any of us and should have been in at least eleventh grade.

"You're not exactly her type, Tyler."

"You mean Tyson, Ty for short. Can you put in a good word for me?"

"We don't really have that kind of relationship, Tyler."

"She hates his guts," James, my best friend, cut in.

James -- until this school year he went by Jimmy -- had ulterior motives. He had a huge crush on Elise, and had since basically kindergarten. Since about half the class had a crush like that on her, he did have some competition there, but hardly any of the girls had much of a crush on her.

I had no plans to ever go by Charles, but to each their own. I think James wanted Elise to think James sounded older and more mature. She had always been the oldest in our class, and seldom failed to make sure everyone remembered that.

"Why's that, Chucky Cheese? Did you try to tap that?"

"You're disgusting, Tyler," James laughed. "Would you try to tap that if she was your sister?"

"I think he would," I added my two cents with a laugh, mostly at the fact James joined me in my endeavor to get people used to hearing him called Tyler.

"If that was my sister, I'd definitely be tapping it every chance I got."

"The toothbrush was invented in Georgia, Tyler. Otherwise, it would be called a teethbrush," I told him.

Ty scowled at me, then James.

"You dweebs are weird."

He turned and wandered off, probably looking for somebody else to annoy.

"She is...well, hot is about the best thing I can think of to describe her."

"And my sister?"

"Yeah, your sister. Would you hate me if I, um..."

"Has she ever even looked at you?"

"I think once, in second grade, but that was an accident and she rolled her eyes, so no, not on purpose, that I've noticed."

"You're a basketball player..."

"I'm shorter than she is."

"You're a guard, and she's a forward, and you're barely shorter."

"On the girls' team, and she's the tallest on the team just like you're the tallest on the guys team."

"My point is that there's nothing wrong with you...physically..."

"Mentally then? Is that what you're saying?"

"Absolutely! On her part though. You know it's because we're best friends."

"She's enough to make me regret that. Like, she's only a freshman and she's already the prettiest girl in the school."

"Tall, mile long legs, almost blonde, wavy hair past her shoulders, and sky blue eyes don't make her the prettiest girl in school, James."

"No, but being gorgeous does."

I'd already given my best argument on that topic, so I let it go.

"It wouldn't make any difference to me. We'd still be friends, so if you want to date her, then date her. I won't stand in your way. Don't get your hopes up though. You know how she is with anybody that's friends with me. Who knows though, she might treat you better than she treats me. Maybe. She couldn't treat you worse."

"Yeah...we're grownups now though "

"Teenagers. She's got tons of growing up to get to grownup. We all do."

"You think I shouldn't even want to date her? Pretend you don't know her, then look at her and tell me you wouldn't want to date her."

"She's kinda cute, if you squint hard enough and stand far enough away."

"Fuck you, Chuck. You are a dweeb!" James laughed at me. "Maybe you should think about flunking ninth grade to see if your life improves from it."

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"I shot my wad with Elise."

"Jesus, James, can you not talk about shooting your wad in reference to my sister? Please?"

"I just meant I did it..."

"Or doing it either. I know that didn't happen 'cause you don't have the balls to even ask her out."

"I do though. That's what I'm talking about, and she said yes, and she even smiled at me when she said it."

"You asked my sister, my sister Elise,

that

sister, out? On a date? A real date?"

"That sister.

That

Elise, your only sister."

I looked across the lunchroom to where I knew Elise would be sitting with her clique. She wasn't looking at me, of course. Instead she was looking at James, my best friend, and when he followed my gaze and obviously caught her looking, or staring more like, she grinned, blushed, and gave him a little, finger wave.

To that point, I had been certain my sister had a genetic defect that took away her ability to do any of those things, including the staring at a guy.

James had grown some over the three years since ninth grade, and was now a good, solid, without question, half an inch at most taller than Elise. Maybe he had a shot with her.

From my vantage point seven inches taller than James, I could barely tell the difference.

Of course, my sick mind thought they would have an easier time kissing than most couples, including, or especially me and whichever girl I decided to date on those occasions I found somebody worthy.

Once, on a first date, when I walked her to her door, she pushed one of those things that's just three steps up and nothing else, in front of me. I asked what she was doing, and she grinned at me and stepped up those three steps and said "I'm hoping this makes it easy enough that you'll want to kiss me goodnight."

I did. It was okay, but not enough that I thought kissing her without the steps was worth it.

"Well, congratulations. It only took you thirteen years to grow the balls that took."

"You can't count the first eight of those years 'cause I didn't even know horny was a thing until eighth grade."

"You're the bravest guy in town, I guess."

"Maybe the most desperate. We're seniors, so it's now or never probably."

"I meant bravest because nobody else has grown the balls to ask her out."

"They have. A few anyway. I'm just the only one she didn't just reject immediately but said yes to."

"You know she's my sister, and regardless of best friend or not, and no matter how badly she and I get along, I'll beat your ass if you hurt her."

"Really?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Don't fuck it up."

"I don't even remember the last time I heard her say anything to or even about you, and you'd beat my ass..."

"Anybody's ass that hurts her."

"Does she know that?"

"Probably not, but that doesn't change the fact she's my sister."

"I'm not usually an idiot, so I'm not doing anything to fuck up something with the prettiest girl in town."

"The prettiest girl with a secretly very protective brother with at least a six inch reach advantage on you in a fight."

"That too."

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James dropped his backpack on the lunchroom table and collapsed into the seat across from me about five minutes before the bell that would send us all scurrying to our first period classes.

His presence surprised me. For the last three months, he spent this time giving Elise at least a few kisses and as many hugs to start the day.

Those kisses always involved some tongue, but usually way more than just some.

I tried not to look.

It didn't bother me that much, not any more than all the other couples doing basically the same thing.

"It's over," James moaned without lifting his eyes from his backpack.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"That's probably the problem, dude."

"That's not what I mean. I did everything she'd let me do."

"I don't wanna hear about how many bases you covered and how often. I've told you that before."

"Yeah. You already heard all about that."

"I don't remember that conversation, but please, don't refresh my memory."

"I got thrown out on my way to first every at bat. My batting average is zero for about a million."

"Maybe you tried too hard. Did she tell you what the straw was that broke her back?"

"You're calling your sister a camel?"

"No," I laughed. "What happened, for real?"

"You're just trying to figure out if we're gonna meet outside after school for a fight. It's not like that."

"It's always like something. What'd you do?"

"Nothing. I thought everything was perfect...except for the never getting to even first base. You've seen how she kisses, umm,

kissed

me."

"Yeah, I tried not to see that, but

everybody

saw that "

"Even when she broke up with me, she told me she loves me, and that was the first time she told me that. She said we just aren't a good fit for her, then kissed me like we always kissed, then closed the door in my face."

"Ouch."

"She didn't even look like she was about to cry. They always cry in the movies when they dump a guy, even if they hate him."

"You probably shouldn't base your relationship expectations on movies."

"Yeah, whatever. How do I get her back? I love her."

"She wouldn't even let you feel her up. Why do you even want her back?"

"Everything...she's perfect, dude. I'd wait until we got married if I needed to."

"Maybe you need an ugly girl. You know, one that would be grateful somebody wanted to touch her. The hottest girl in the State may not be a good first girlfriend choice. You know, work your way up to a scorching hot, world class looker so you know your way around being with a one percenter. I hear it's a whole different world up there."

"She hates you. Do you really think she's a one percenter?"

"Don't you? She might hate me, but I'm not blind."

"I'm serious, Chuck."

"Me too, but I don't think I'm the right one to be asking how to get her back. I don't know her. We're strangers even if she's my sister. Sorry."

"You realize saying I need an ugly girl is kinda unhelpful. It's like you narrowed it down to anybody else in the world but her."

"Yeah, I know, but it's the best I can do. It might be easier for you if she was more like a normal girl. I know it'd be easier on me if she could just try a little to be normal but that has nothing to do with her looks."