EroticReverie

  When I woke back up , it was 1:00pm. I’d only slept for another hour. I stretched in bed and yawned, realizing my brother hadn’t come back to lay down with me after his shower. I thought about rolling over and falling back to sleep, but instead lazily pushed the covers off me and got out of bed. 

I walked to the window and peeked out, my brothers car was gone this time. I scrunched my nose, and walked out of my bedroom to his and bit my lip to myself seeing the bed messed up still, the blanket half off the bed and the sheet pulled off from one corner. I grinned to myself, thinking about how hot it had been letting him fuck my ass. I felt my ass tighten as I thought about the way he filled it. I walked over to the bed, pulling his bedding off, biting my lip the entire time with a grin on my face as I removed his pillow cases and pulled it all together and brought it downstairs to the laundry room. As I poured the detergent in, I rolled my eyes. I laughed at the fact I was doing his laundry….or was it our laundry? I shook my head as I closed the lid and started the cycle. We were sharing his bed now, at least while mom and dad were away. 

I cringed when I’d suddenly remembered again that Trevor had caught us last night. I thought about how it was slowly becoming more than just sex. It had been more than that for awhile really. Now that Trevor caught us, it was making me think about the end game. What did we really expect to happen? Where was this going? Was this a “phase” ? We’re we just having fun because it was exciting as a secret, and now that it wasn’t it would lose it’s appeal? I grinned thinking about the sex we’d just had this afternoon, and knew, it had definitely..not lost its appeal. I felt my pussy tighten itself as I thought about him. I cursed at him silently in my head, standing in the laundry room already aching for him again. Definitely , had not lost it’s appeal. I still wanted him. 

I walked back out of the laundry room and back up stairs to the linen closet, and pulled out  fresh set of sheets, forgetting they were for his bed, I’d picked out a pair of white sheets with a purple and pink flower pattern, and grabbed the matching pillow cases. It wasn’t until I had already put the fitted sheet and flat sheet on and was working on the pillowcases until I realized I was putting my sheets on his bed. I laughed a little, picturing him walking in the room and making some smart ass remark. Something about taking over his bedroom now that I was sleeping in it. I put on the other pillow case and peeked out the window as I heard a car door shut. I frowned to myself realizing it was only the neighbors. 

I giggled looking at the sheets again and shrugged to myself and walked to the bathroom and gave myself a much needed shower. 

—–

After I was done, I wrapped a towel around my hair, a towel around myself and walked to my bedroom, peeking out my own window. 

where is he? I thought as his car still wasn’t there. 

I grabbed my phone off my dresser and opened my text messages. I had 12 from Stacy. I groaned, and then immediately felt guilty for it. I skipped hers and went to my brothers. 

“Just wanted to let you know I’m at Mully’s with some of the guys. I’ll be home around 5. See ya later sleepy head ;) “his text read.

I tapped the text box and typed a reply.

“Just got out of the shower.” I said. 

He sent a devil faced emoji.  I sent back and angel one. 

“I put your sheets and stuff in the laundry. I put some new ones on for you.” I giggled to myself walking back to his room. 

“Aww thanks babe” he sent back with a kissy face. 

I snapped a picture of his bed, with the floral sheets and sent it, without saying anything and waited, watching the bubble pop up as he started to type his reply. 

“ lol. nice. pink and purple. my favorite. how did you know?” he replied.

“Figured you’d like them ;) “ I replied walking back to my own room. 

“You’ll look cute laying on them with your legs spread later.” he replied.

I felt my pussy tighten again, and turned again walking back to his room. 

I pulled my towel off and laid on his bed. I bit my lip as I spread my legs and took a photo , pointing the camera down at my legs as I bent them, my feet flat on the bed, my other hand placed carefully over my pussy, covering it. I laid in his bed as I examined the photo. Wondering if I should send it. What if his friends accidentally saw it pop up on his phone. I  could warn him the photo was coming, but that took the fun out of it. 

I pressed send. 

“Fuck.” he replied.

“I might have to come home sooner than 5.” he said along with another devil emoji. 

“I’ll be waiting.” I said with a winky face. 

I didn’t want to ruin his time with his friends or distract him anymore. 

“I’ll let you get back to the game, bring me home nachos from Mully’s ;) “ I said. 

“You got it babe.” he replied. 

I got back up and grabbed my towel and walked to my bedroom again, and opened Stacy’s texts next. 

I did miss her, and I hadn’t talked to her at all really since the other night when me, her and my brother all hooked up again. I sat on my bed thinking abut how absolutely strange, and fucking odd it was that my girlfriend was completely fine with both of us sleeping with my brother, and how “impressed” Trevor was by the fact my brother had bedded me.  It confused me how little they seemed to really care about the fact, it was…incest. I cringed at the word. I’d never really thought about it, I mean, of course I did. But I always thought “This is wrong” , not “This is incest” even though i knew that’s what it was. I brushed off the cringing feeling, by lying to myself and telling myself the we were different, and that since Stacy and Trevor seemed to not be freaked out by it, that it wasn’t AS wrong. 

I replied to Stacy. 

“Yeah. I’ll be here until 5.” I lied, when responding to her question of whether or not I was home. 

I’d still be home after 5, but obviously… I wanted it to just me and my brother at home. I wanted my legs spread on those bed sheets, just like he said, as SOON as he got in the door. that wouldn’t happen if Stacy was here. 

—

It was 3:00 pm when she had shown up.  I was wearing a pair of jeans, and a white off the shoulder, long sleeved bandeau top, and had my hair done up in a tight , neat, ballerina style bun. 

I smiled at her opening the door , to see her in one of my favorite rompers of hers. It was a white romper, with a bright pink ,purple and cerulean flower pattern,  and the neck line plunged almost to her belly button. She had come to get fucked, I thought to myself. 

“hey” she smiled stepping in, wearing a pair of white , strappy, lace up, heeled sandals. her legs looked so good. 

I placed my hand on her waist and gave her a quick kiss before stepping back and looking her again.

“Nice outfit” I said with a smirk, and she blushed.

“Thanks” she said and I leaned into kiss her again.

“I thought you were mad at me” she said. 

I stopped and pulled back again. “What? why?” I asked.

She shrugged. “You havent really messaged me much since ..the other night…” 

“Oh” I said. I shook my head. “No sorry, that’s my fault… sorry” i said again, my guilt coming through. Apologizing twice. “I’d meant to text you that morning when I got up“ 

She made a face.  “And you didn’t find the time between that morning and just an hour ago to text me?” Her questioning wasn’t combative, it wasn’t aggressive, and the way she asked it, in the tone she asked it, just made me feel as shitty as I should feel. 

“I’m sorry babe” I said grabbing one of her hands. 

“I mean…you had time to go to a party…but not time to text me?” she asked. 

“I just didn’t know what to say after what happened…” I lied. “I thought maybe YOU were mad.” I said. 

I watched her realize that she hadn’t even thought about that. That maybe I too was worried about what she had thought about the events of her me and my brother in his bed the other night.

“Oh” she said. 

“Sorry, I just didn’t really know if you thought maybe..” i stopped.

I looked at her, waiting for me to finish. 

“If you thought it was gross” I said. 

“If I thought it was gross…I wouldnt have participated…” she said. 

And there it was again, the confusion of how she thought it was okay, that I’d fucked my own brother, right in front of her, and watching him fuck her too. How any of us had thought any of this, was ..okay. 

“Do YOU think it’s gross?” she asked. 

I shrugged. 

“I dont know.” and I honestly didnt know. I know that i enjoyed it, with her or without her there. All I knew for sure is that it was wrong. I don’t know if I’d call it gross. 

“Im sorry” she said. 

“For what?” I asked, still standing with her by my front door.  She closed the door behind her and then shrugged with a sigh. 

“For making you have sex…with your brother.” she said shamefully. 

I felt the guilt flooding within me. Making me? I thought. Sure it was her idea for us to have a threesome with a guy, but she never suggested my brother. That was me. I wanted to blurt it all out. I wanted to tell her exactly what has been going on. But i couldn’t. Even with knowing she seemed to have quite the open mind about it, would she still feel the same way when it didn’t include her? Would she tell people? Probably not, cause she had been involved with it too. 

“You didn’t make me do anything” I said reassuringly. 

She nodded, accepting my assurance. 

“It was….fun” she said. I raised my eyebrow. “I dont regret doing it…” 

“Me either.” I said. 

The secret was burning inside me, the longer I waited to tell her, the worse i’d make it, the more it would hurt her. Would it hurt her? I wondered. Or would she still have the same open mind, would she consider it cheating? Of course she would. Because it was. Just because it was my brother, didnt make a difference because it was behind her back. I needed to tell her. But how? How do you admit something like that?

I grabbed her hand and we walked into the house and I brought her into the living room and sat down with her on the couch. 

“I know it’s weird… especially since…i love you…i love..women…”she said. I nodded. 

“Me too”  I said. 

“I love having sex with you…with women” she said. I nodded again.

“Me too” I said again.

“But…” she said with a slight shrug. “I enjoyed having sex with him too, and that’s all I’m really confused about…does this mean I’m bisexual?…are we both bisexual?” she went on, asking a whole bunch of questions, not really wanting them answered, but thinking out loud. 

“Stacy…” I cut her off. I felt panic rise, my head screaming to keep my mouth shut, but another part of me knowing I needed to get it out. 

“Yeah?” she looked at me and I looked into her eyes. Oh my god, she was going to hate me I thought, but hoping she wouldnt. 

“That wasnt the first time…” I said. 

“What do you mean? ….You’ve had threesomes before?” she asked. 

“no..” I shook my head. “That was my first threesome” 

“Wasnt your first time with a guy?” she asked. 

I shook my head. 

“Oh…youve…had sex…with other guys?” she asked.

I shook my head. 

“No..i mean…” I sighed and held my breath for a moment and then breathed. 

“That wasnt my first time having sex with …him” I said looking at, waiting for a reaction, waiting for her to say something, bracing myself for the worst. Her face, dead pan, no reaction. I started to panic. 

“I needed to tell you, and I’ve been wanting to..I just…didn’t know how..” I said. 

She cut me off. “What?” 

I regretted telling her as I looked at her. 

“Well…” she started, but stopped but was at loss for words. 

“When?” she asked. 

“when was the other time you had sex with him?” she asked. 

Don’t lie, i thought. Just say it was one other time, lie, lie again. Just lie again. 

“…times?” I said plural, looking at her watching her jaw drop.

“What?!” she said and i couldnt tell if it was in anger, shock, disgust, or what it was.

“How many times was it?!” she asked, and the fact it took me longer than two seconds to answer, meant it was more than enough times and she just looked at me in shock.

“For how long?!” she asked. 

I spoke calmly, wishing she would do the same, cause her high pitched shrieks were making me nervous. 

“It started not long before that day at the mall.” I said.

“Oh my god..” she said and then looked away and looked off to the ground shaking her said. “Im so fucking stupid” 

“No youre not” I said. 

“I didnt notice my own girlfriend was having sex with her brother? Yeah…i’d say im pretty stupid” she said shaking her head. 

“Are you mad?” I asked, and she looked at me.

she shrugged her shoulders. “I dont know what I am.” 

“I still love you.” I said. 

She looked at me. 

“I’ve been so scared to tell you…i didnt want to hurt you, or for you to leave me..to think im disgusting…” I said and she cut me off.

“just…stop” she said and put her head in her hands as if trying to collect her thoughts. 

“Im sorry didnt tell you sooner” I said….waiting for a response , nothing. 

“I’m sorry I did it at all” I said, which was partially true. I wasn’t sorry entirely, I was more sorry that she didn’t jump for joy when she found out. Not that I actually thought she would.

“So what…you guys…just…have sex…randomly?” she asked. 

I shrugged. “I guess” I said. 

“Like, out of boredom…or what…like….when i did it,…it was curiosity…but…i mean…youre doing it multiple times…its gotta be more than curiosity…you obviously enjoy it…” she said.

“I do.” I admitted. 

“Wow…” she said blinking and then shaking her head. 

Do I tell her I’m in love with him? That he gives me butterflies? Lay it all out there? 

“I mean…” she shrugged and threw her hands up and then slapped them back down in her lap. “I guess id rather it be with him than with another guy..” 

“Are you mad?” I asked her again.

“I’m mad you didnt tell me…yea…i mean…you fucked someone else behind my back…yeah..im a little mad” she said, knowing i knew she wasnt just a LITTLE mad. 

“So I was just a fun addition to the sex secrets you have with your brother? “ she asked.

“What? No.” i said shaking my head. “that’s not what that was… i thought you liked it?” I asked.

“I did!” she yelled. “When I thought it was you and me deciding to do something crazy…something different…but …it was you and HIM…deciding to let ME into bed with you…not the other way around”

“Me and him never planned any of that.. not at the mall, and not the other night… “ I was getting mad now, even though I may not have had a right to be. “We didn’t seduce you Stacy. You wanted it BOTH times” 

she shot me a look that could’ve killed me. “Fuck you” you she said.

“No. Listen!” I yelled and stood up off the couch. “I know what I’ve been doing behind your back is fucked up…i know im a shitty person for it…but dont try to make it seem like me and him forced you into bed with us, or schemed about it, dont try to find a way to make yourself feel less ashamed for fucking your girlfriend and her brother” I spat. 

She sat on the couch looking up at me and threw her hands up shaking her head, scoffing. 

“I’m not fucking doing this.” she stood up.

“Youre not leaving” I said stepping towards her. 

“Fuck you” she said again and pushed passed me. I turned grabbing her wrist and pulling her back. 

“Dont you dare leave, were not done talking about this” I said and she ripped her hand from me. 

“I dont want to talk about this…its fucked up! All of it! You’re fucked up! I’m fucked up! Your brother is fucked up!” she yelled.  I wondered what my brother would think of the mess that was now unfolding. 

“Stacy just stop!” I said grabbing wrist again. “Please” I said.  “I’m fucked up. I know it.  Dont go.” I said, pleading. I didn’t want her mad at me. but I wast sure if it was because i loved her, or because I didnt want her telling my secret.  It was both. 

“Let me try to explain it to you. I’ll answer all of your questions, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”  I looked at her, my eyes begging for her to stay. She still pulled her hand away, and stood looking at me. 

She crossed her arms and stuck out one foot, looking at me with an attitude that I deserved. . “Fine then….explain.”