By totallynotchanel 77
20:09
20:09
I had a dream. I wasn’t going to write it down, no matter what Mom says. I wanted to forget it. No, that isn’t true. I want to remember it. I want it to happen to me. I want it right now. I should forget it but I never will. If my brother knew the effect that he had on me after such a short time he’d hate me. Or he’d think i was a slut. I know how boys think, even the ones who seem nice.
He’s good. He doesn’t want to touch his sleeping little sister. But I need him to, so badly. I make a noise, almost a moan, and shift slightly, spreading my legs a bit, and pulling my shirt up. I know that the crotch of my panties are tight and wet enough that he can make out the outline of my mons, and that the underside of one of my tits is showing, almost to the nipple.
