EroticReverie

Candy 

I feel nothing but shame and his cum leaking out of me as I sneak back into my bedroom. My drunk friends are passed out on my bed and floor. I feel dirty and disgusting. I fucked my brother. TWICE. 

I lay in my bed , unable to fall back asleep as I think of him ontop of me, behind me, the things he said and his filthy mouth and filthier fantasies. 

I don’t like the way it makes me feel to think about him fucking me again. I don’t like that it turned me on to hear him fantasize about my father joining him. 

I didn’t just fuck my brother. I’d committed incest. My skin crawls with the imaginary filth of it. Yet, my pussy aches and tells me , more, more, more. 

Eventually I fall asleep, and my dreams are inspired by his words. I dream of my father, my brother, my mother watching from the doorway in horror as they sink into me , taking turns cumming inside of my pussy. I’m pumped so full of cum that it comes out of my mouth, out of my nose, I choke on it as it comes up through my throat. 

I shoot up in bed. My hand slapping around my throat as I pant and breathe hard and panicked. 

“Jesus” I exhale quietly as I continue to try to calm myself. It was just a dream. Of course it was. I knew human anatomy and that no matter how much cum was fucked into me, that there was no way for it to actually fill me to the point it came out of my mouth and nose. But dreams have a funny, terrible way of not making any sense at all. Except this one made a little bit of sense. Because between my legs I was soaked and it feels as though I’ve been edged. By a fucking dream. So while the horror  of cum spewing from my face didn’t make sense realistically. The need between my legs, made a lot of sense.  Because apparently, I wanted to fuck my father too. 

I look around the room. Only one of my friends is still asleep, the others probably have already  left. 

I get up. Shower. I take a long one. Trying to tell myself it’s over. That it was just one night. That we won’t talk of it. That we most definitely won’t repeat it. 

But the endless aching and throbbing between my legs , says otherwise.