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
From Create Your Own Story
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
