Life as a good little girl/Forgetting the plan you stumble off to bed. Unfortunately, you head to your old bed and climb in beside your step-brother Mark

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Leaden feet carry you by instinct back to your bed, your eyes and brain shutting down en route. Your body climbs atop the mattress on its own power before shutting down, leaving you sprawled atop it.
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While the thought of Tiffany finding out that you're faking it distresses you, you're far too sleepy to think about it, let alone plan anything.
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Immediately the dream starts again, but this time its just a boy.
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Operating entirely on instinct you wipe yourself, flush the toilet, exit the bathroom and turn right into the room you've occupied since moving here. Crawling into the bed you roll onto your back and promptly sink back into dreams.
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"Wha? Who? Stephi?" A voice squeaks.
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In addition to being such a deep sleeper that your parents call you their little zombie you have vivid dreams. Things seem so real that in the morning you often think the dream was reality. Lately you've been dreaming about the porn videos you've been watching on your brothers's computers. Dreams in which you are the star, being dominated by large brutes.
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"Mmm. Yeah," you mumble, adding, "Need cock. Need t'be fucked."
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Tonight's dream is strange. For one, it takes place in your bedroom, and instead of a group of big, hulking, mean looking men there's just one teenage boy.
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"St... Stephi? B-but..." the boy stutters, only to be silenced by your lips descending on his, your tongue prying its way past his lips, searching for whatever it is that makes people talk so much about kissing.
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In it you're lying in bed with your step-brother, Mark. You sprawl out like you always do, naked as a jaybird. Your actions make him wake, and prompts some fuzzy conversation.
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A moment later his lips part like you've touched the secret button - which might be the thick pole your fingers try - and fail - to encircle.
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"Stephi!" he exclaims, shocked at your presence.
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"Ste...." the voice tries again, and you press your lips down harder, your tongue brushing against the dream-boy, trying to find all the spots that will make you both feel good.
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"Mark," you drawl back, smiling and running your hand down his chest.
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For a long moment you revel in the clarity of the dream, how amazingly life-like - and how incredibly good - his tongue feels upon yours. The dick seems a little unrealistic in its thickness, but you guess that's just what you subconsciously want - the thickest dick you can get. Or maybe it's just that you found the porno's with the real thick dicks the most interesting. You stop thinking about it, finding yourself too tired to care and not wanting to interrupt the flow of the dream. A moment later you aren't thinking at all. Instead your body is atop his, the covers magically gone, his pants yanked down and that unrealistically thick dick pressing urgently against your crotch.
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Disappointingly, he jumps off the bed, switching on the overhead light, which almost jars you out of the dream. Fortunately, you hold strong and manage to keep it going, talking dirty to him as he stares at you in shocked wonder.
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"I wanna be fucked. So bad. Don't hold back," you tell the boy, and wish the dream would just skip to having that pole deep within you. Instead you have to lift yourself up to your knees in order to get high enough for your slit to touch the head of his dick. Your lips keep pressing on his until you start pushing down.
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"Wanna fuck?" you ask him at last, running your fingers over your pussy invitingly. His eyes glaze over, but you can see that he's aroused. "C'mon. We both want it. Fuck me any way you want," you invite.
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"Oh go-o-o-o-d... It's so big..." you whimper. "Want big."
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"C-can I film it?" he asks. Even in your dream you want to roll your eyes. Your fourteen year old step-brother seems to think everything in life should be filmed, like the time you came out of the shower and he was there with a camera, or when he recorded you giving him a handjob and later a blowjob.
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"So tight," he grunts make, his dick flexing under you as you try to force it in. He reaches a hand down, encircling the dick to give it support and you rub your soaking crotch all over it, leaving your natural lube all over it.
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"Oh yeah...." you say, both in answer to his question and in realization. So that's what he was doing with the phone. Your conscious mind hadn't figured that out, but your dream mind did. You wonder if you'll remember that when you wake up. Did he... "Share the video with your friends," you say, meaning it as a question, but it sounds like a statement instead. He stops pulling out old cameras he'd picked up from garage sales and stares at you, adam's apple bobbing.
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"Push," you moan into the mouth of the boy beneath you, trying to do the same.
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"Uh, okay," he agrees, and sets up as many cameras as he can.
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Straightening up you let gravity help, and reach between your legs to pull your lips wide. You'd have thought that he'd just sink in, what with this being a dream, but instead you struggle to make the thick cockhead sink past your straining lips as they protest the unprecedented stretch.
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The dream gets fuzzy as he does that, like it's about to end, but instead it fast forwards to him climbing between your legs, pushing your legs wider and slowly pushing himself in.
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"Hurts. Good," you mutter. "Like it."
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He feels so big as he slides into you. That isn't so weird, since in all your dreams the guys have incredibly thick dicks, but normally it's something that you know, not something that you feel. In this dream, however, you can feel yourself opening up around him, being stretched by his size. You didn't even get to see how big he was, but you push back anyway, crying out a little as the action causes a little pain.
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The boys just moans under you, clutching his dick harder, using his other hand to try and pull down on your butt. It doesn't help much, but as he bucks up his dick sinks in bit by bit, helped by the copious amounts of lubricant your pussy exudes from within.
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"Harder. Rougher. Pin my legs next to my ears," you urge him, and grab your legs yourself as he stares down at you. After a moment he starts to oblige, sinking his dick deeper and deeper inside of you, hammering away with his eyes half-shut.
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The two of you grind your crotches together, gradually sinking deeper until at last you feel wiry hairs flatten beneath your ultra-sensitive slit.
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"Fuck your skanky little sister. Nail your preteen whore. Spunk inside her dirty little cunt. Then tell all your friends about her. Tell them they can fuck me for just five bucks. I'll do anything they want. Ass? Mouth? Cunt? Any... anyth...."
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"All the way," you sigh in bliss. Your pussy aches in pain and pleasur, and you simply rock yourself atop the faceless boy, enjoy the feeling, a little afraid to lift up. Thank god this is only a dream and that your body is so relaxed and your hole so coated in your own juices. If not for that you'd split open. You try to lift up, but the fit is so tight you can't do it until you get your legs under you. Using their muscles you pry yourself away from his dick, nearly lifting him off the bed from the suction.
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Your tirade cunts off with a scream that makes him jump, and a second later his hand is over your mouth while your privates seem to explode. Dream never felt THIS good before.
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Up and down you go in short, delicious strokes, feeling the painful stretch lessen but not go away. It doesn't matter, it feels so good and the extra ache just blends in, making it even better as you lift higher and higher, slamming yourself down upon the wonderful pole time and time again.
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"Shit. Dammit. Mom and Dad might've heard that. Why're you screaming? Fuck, you're wetting the bed."
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"St-Stephi," he keeps moaning, like he knows you. He could be a class-mate, a guy from the bus. One of your step-brothers.
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Humping his motionless dick you try to make the feeling continue.
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Abruptly you scream out as a feeling unlike anything you've ever felt stabs through your body. The boy under you flips you over, eyes wide, and smother your mouth with his hands.
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"W-wait, Stephi. I-I'm gonna.... Oh shit," he groans, and sags forward, your entire fuck-tube sheathing his cock. Something hits you lightly inside your quivering cunt, right at the end, and you squeal out in joy as the good feeling returns yet again. This time it's so strong that you pass out.
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"Are you nuts? Trying to wake everyone up so they'll see?" he whispers, frantically reaching around until he finds something to stuff into your mouth. Dirty underwear, you realize, and keep crying out, your crotch feeling soaked by liquid, making it even easier for him to plow you.
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"Come on Stephi, keep moving," a voice is calling. Your scalp hurts and after a moment you realize it's because someone is yanking on it. Is that Mark? Are you a dog in this dream?
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"You want to be fucked that bad? That hard?" you nod. "Fine."
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"Woof," you say, because that's what dog's do.
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Grabbing your legs he lifts them up beside your head and you grab them obediently, liking the submissive posture, but liking it even more as he uses it to slam his dick full-length into your cunt, making you cry out each time. A seemingly continuous orgasm hits you as he viciously twists your nipples and continues the rough pounding of your little hole.
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Sighing, he yanks again. You pull back so you can feel the pain in your scalp intensify on the next yank, and let your tongue hang out of your mouth, a bit of drool rolling off the end.
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Abruptly he stops, grunting and yanking even harder on your undeveloped tits like he's trying to pull them as far as he can. You feel something different happening inside of yourself, but can't tell what, just that he's stopped his pounding.
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"Keep moving. I don't think mom & dad heard you cumming, but I don't want to risk it. Dammit, c'mon girl. Be a good bitch and move forward," he urges.
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"Mmmmow," you tell him. More.
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"Arf," you agree, and move forward like a good dog. So long as he keeps pulling on your hair you keep moving forward. As if clue-ing in to this he pulls harder and you trot faster, panting happily.
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"Go," he gasps, rolling off you. As an after-thought he yanks the underwear from your mouth and pushes you off the bed.
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"Up," he urges, positioning you at the end of the bed.
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You mewl in protest, getting up onto all fours, but unable to rise any further as you look over your shoulder at him.
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"Woof!" you agree, and jump up onto the mattress.
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"For fuck's sake. You jerked me off, you sucked me off, now I fucked you. Are you insatiable? I need to sleep, it's school tomorrow, remember?"
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"Turn so that you're on all fours, facing the window," he instructs. "If there's anyone awake in the apartment over there they'll love seeing you show your ass and pussy."
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Climbing out of the bed you arch your back, wiggling your behind to tempt him, but he just grabs your hair like it's a leash and leads you out into the hall, making you scramble on all fours to keep up as he pulls you down the hallway into a doorless room.
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Much as you want to argue you can't, because you're a dog. Otherwise you'd tell him that they won't be able to see you because every idiot knows that when a light is on in a room no one outside a window can see into the lit-up room. It's like a physics fact or something.
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"On the bed," he orders when you're at the base. You crawl up, still in doggy-style, wagging your ass at him and the big window behind him, clenching your eyes against the bright light. This dream feels so good you don't want that stupid light interrupting it and waking you up.
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"Good girl," he says, patting your head. Then your ass. "I'm gonna send that video to everyone I know. Or at least the ones that won't tell mom and dad. You okay with that?"
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"Stay there," he orders again, and walks out. For a while you do, moving your butt and feeling something drip out. You bring a hand down to explore and your fingers poke your still gaping pussy, making you whimper with pleasure for awhile, but then the dream seems to end just as you feel like you're about to cum again.
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"Arf!" you say happily, wagging your ass and nodding your head.
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"Good girl," he says again, and walks quickly away.
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The dream ends...
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[[Life as a good little girl/Wake up to an aching pussy - you must have fisted yourself in your sleep!]]
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[[Life as a good little girl/Wake up to an aching pussy and realize it wasn't a dream]]
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[[Life as a good little girl/What an awesome dream, you think, hoping you can do it again every night]]
[[Life as a good little girl/Fast forward to a new wardrobe after many nights filled with wild fuck fantasies that seem so vivid]]
[[Life as a good little girl/Fast forward to a new wardrobe after many nights filled with wild fuck fantasies that seem so vivid]]

Current revision as of 01:36, 9 August 2015

While the thought of Tiffany finding out that you're faking it distresses you, you're far too sleepy to think about it, let alone plan anything.

Operating entirely on instinct you wipe yourself, flush the toilet, exit the bathroom and turn right into the room you've occupied since moving here. Crawling into the bed you roll onto your back and promptly sink back into dreams.

In addition to being such a deep sleeper that your parents call you their little zombie you have vivid dreams. Things seem so real that in the morning you often think the dream was reality. Lately you've been dreaming about the porn videos you've been watching on your brothers's computers. Dreams in which you are the star, being dominated by large brutes.

Tonight's dream is strange. For one, it takes place in your bedroom, and instead of a group of big, hulking, mean looking men there's just one teenage boy.

In it you're lying in bed with your step-brother, Mark. You sprawl out like you always do, naked as a jaybird. Your actions make him wake, and prompts some fuzzy conversation.

"Stephi!" he exclaims, shocked at your presence.

"Mark," you drawl back, smiling and running your hand down his chest.

Disappointingly, he jumps off the bed, switching on the overhead light, which almost jars you out of the dream. Fortunately, you hold strong and manage to keep it going, talking dirty to him as he stares at you in shocked wonder.

"Wanna fuck?" you ask him at last, running your fingers over your pussy invitingly. His eyes glaze over, but you can see that he's aroused. "C'mon. We both want it. Fuck me any way you want," you invite.

"C-can I film it?" he asks. Even in your dream you want to roll your eyes. Your fourteen year old step-brother seems to think everything in life should be filmed, like the time you came out of the shower and he was there with a camera, or when he recorded you giving him a handjob and later a blowjob.

"Oh yeah...." you say, both in answer to his question and in realization. So that's what he was doing with the phone. Your conscious mind hadn't figured that out, but your dream mind did. You wonder if you'll remember that when you wake up. Did he... "Share the video with your friends," you say, meaning it as a question, but it sounds like a statement instead. He stops pulling out old cameras he'd picked up from garage sales and stares at you, adam's apple bobbing.

"Uh, okay," he agrees, and sets up as many cameras as he can.

The dream gets fuzzy as he does that, like it's about to end, but instead it fast forwards to him climbing between your legs, pushing your legs wider and slowly pushing himself in.

He feels so big as he slides into you. That isn't so weird, since in all your dreams the guys have incredibly thick dicks, but normally it's something that you know, not something that you feel. In this dream, however, you can feel yourself opening up around him, being stretched by his size. You didn't even get to see how big he was, but you push back anyway, crying out a little as the action causes a little pain.

"Harder. Rougher. Pin my legs next to my ears," you urge him, and grab your legs yourself as he stares down at you. After a moment he starts to oblige, sinking his dick deeper and deeper inside of you, hammering away with his eyes half-shut.

"Fuck your skanky little sister. Nail your preteen whore. Spunk inside her dirty little cunt. Then tell all your friends about her. Tell them they can fuck me for just five bucks. I'll do anything they want. Ass? Mouth? Cunt? Any... anyth...."

Your tirade cunts off with a scream that makes him jump, and a second later his hand is over your mouth while your privates seem to explode. Dream never felt THIS good before.

"Shit. Dammit. Mom and Dad might've heard that. Why're you screaming? Fuck, you're wetting the bed."

Humping his motionless dick you try to make the feeling continue.

"W-wait, Stephi. I-I'm gonna.... Oh shit," he groans, and sags forward, your entire fuck-tube sheathing his cock. Something hits you lightly inside your quivering cunt, right at the end, and you squeal out in joy as the good feeling returns yet again. This time it's so strong that you pass out.

"Come on Stephi, keep moving," a voice is calling. Your scalp hurts and after a moment you realize it's because someone is yanking on it. Is that Mark? Are you a dog in this dream?

"Woof," you say, because that's what dog's do.

Sighing, he yanks again. You pull back so you can feel the pain in your scalp intensify on the next yank, and let your tongue hang out of your mouth, a bit of drool rolling off the end.

"Keep moving. I don't think mom & dad heard you cumming, but I don't want to risk it. Dammit, c'mon girl. Be a good bitch and move forward," he urges.

"Arf," you agree, and move forward like a good dog. So long as he keeps pulling on your hair you keep moving forward. As if clue-ing in to this he pulls harder and you trot faster, panting happily.

"Up," he urges, positioning you at the end of the bed.

"Woof!" you agree, and jump up onto the mattress.

"Turn so that you're on all fours, facing the window," he instructs. "If there's anyone awake in the apartment over there they'll love seeing you show your ass and pussy."

Much as you want to argue you can't, because you're a dog. Otherwise you'd tell him that they won't be able to see you because every idiot knows that when a light is on in a room no one outside a window can see into the lit-up room. It's like a physics fact or something.

"Good girl," he says, patting your head. Then your ass. "I'm gonna send that video to everyone I know. Or at least the ones that won't tell mom and dad. You okay with that?"

"Arf!" you say happily, wagging your ass and nodding your head.

"Good girl," he says again, and walks quickly away.

The dream ends...


Life as a good little girl/Wake up to an aching pussy and realize it wasn't a dream

Life as a good little girl/What an awesome dream, you think, hoping you can do it again every night

Life as a good little girl/Fast forward to a new wardrobe after many nights filled with wild fuck fantasies that seem so vivid

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