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Man Of My Dreams

His gray eyes pierced at me as I looked up at him. His hard cock was in my mouth and my lips were wrapped tightly around it, squeezing it. Soft moans escaped his mouth and his hands cupped my face while my head bobbed back and forth. I loved the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth, but most of all I loved his taste. I felt him tense up and his threw his head back moaning loudly while hot spurts of his cum shot in my mouth.

…Yes cum for me, let me drink you up ….. was all I could think of. Every drop of him cum was slowly gliding down my throat and……..

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I woke up startled hearing banging on my door. "Nicole! Get up now or you'll be late for school!" I heard my mother yelling outside my door.

I felt wetness on my finger and realized it was buried deep inside my pussy. That was such an erotic dream, probably the most erotic of all the dreams I had started having. These dreams had started occurring since my 16th birthday. It was the same handsome, tall gentleman with amazing gray eyes and dark black hair.

After washing up, I headed downstairs carrying my backpack over my shoulders. My older brother Tim was already finished with his breakfast since he had early morning soccer practice. I felt uneasy as I walked into the kitchen seeing him stare at me.

"Hey why are you so quiet? Are you up to something?" He asked almost startling me.

"N-no why? I'm just getting some orange juice." I walked slowly to the fridge with my stomach turning in knots.

"I'm gonna go already, you need a ride to school or you taking the bus again?" He asked while I poured some juice.

"I'm taking the bus but thanks anyway."

I heard him leave and I stared out the window. His body was so big and muscular from having played sports since he was a child. He was a senior and very popular. Our parents had just bought him a new car for his 18th birthday and he often gave me rides to school. I stopped taking rides from him after all the nasty dreams I was having of him!

At first I shrugged it off thinking it's normal to have sex dreams of your own brother, but then I knew it was more than that. I was actually getting off to these dreams and feeling major guilt afterwards. How could I even think of doing it with my own brother? What the hell was wrong with me?

I tried to avoid these feelings I had for my brother as much as I could. But it was nearly impossible. How could I avoid his sexy chest when he walked around the house with just his boxers on late at night? Or his wet shirt clinging to his body after soccer practice. His gorgeous smile when he saw me every morning. It was always Tim, the first guy who'd come to mind every time.

* * *

At school I tried to avoid bumping into my brother as much as possible. My friends didn't make it any easier since they were always going on and on about how hot my brother was and I couldn't even argue that without sounding fake. I had to make these sex dreams stop but how in the world would I be able to do that?

Another thing that was making everything worse was that I never went to go see my brother play anymore. My parents and other relatives were always there to cheer him on and I was home trying to deny myself these impure feelings I was having. I knew it bothered him that I didn't attend his games but I always used some excuse like having too much homework or already having plans with friends. I knew at one point that Tim would catch on and then I'd run out of excuses. He and I used to be so close but ever since these nasty dreams, I couldn't even look at him anymore.

It was early April and a lot of senior girls were getting ready for the prom. Jenna Thomas was one of the most beautiful and popular girls in school. She also had this huge crush on Tim. All the senior class knew that they would eventually end up going together. I felt jealousy, I had to admit, but I was only Tim's sister, not his girlfriend.

"We already know you're going with Tim," I heard one of the senior girls tell Jenna.

Jenna tossed her long red hair back and blushed. "Yeah I know. He is going to ask me, so I've heard. Oh god he is hot!"

I just listened but I had to agree with Jenna that Tim was hot. So very sexy!

* * *

One Friday night after a huge game against one of the high school rivalry teams, Tim had decided to go out and celebrate the teams' victory with his friends. My parents had gotten home late that night as well. I was fast asleep until I heard the loud shrilling ringing of the telephone. I could barely open my eyes and saw the clock said 12:15 in the morning. I groaned hoping it wasn't a prank call or wrong number.

"Hello?"

"Hello! Hello!" I could hear a desperate voice of a young guy.

"Yes?"

"Is this Tim's sister? Listen you gotta wake your parents up immediately! Tim's been in a very horrible car accident!"

I suddenly felt my eyes widen in horror. "W-what? Are you serious? Who is this?"

"Nicole! It's me Jeff!"

Jeff was one of Tim's best friends.

"What hospital? Is Tim going to be ok?" I felt tears come out of my eyes.

"I don't know if he's going to be OK to be honest. He's really hurt."

Jeff gave me the hospital name and I got up with my body trembling. My hands were shaking madly and I only wished everything was a nightmare. I stumbled as I put my clothes on and rushed to my parents' room. They were both fast asleep and got so startled when I barged into the room crying my eyes out.

"Nicole! What in the world is going on?" My father asked grabbing his glasses from the nightstand.

"M-mom, D-dad! It's Tim! He's been in a horrible car accident!" My words barely came out.

I saw my parents' eyes looked so scared. They both quickly got up looking fearful but so confused.

"Here, go turn on my car and wait for us outside." My father said throwing me his car keys.

I rushed outside and turned on my father's car. I kept crying and wishing we could get to the hospital fast enough. It took only about fifteen minutes to arrive at the hospital. Once we were there, my parents were crying along with me. We all held each other and waited until the doctor came out to give us the latest update.

I watched a tall, handsome gray haired man come out to talk to us.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell?"

My mother quickly answered. "Yes doctor."

"I'm doctor Garrison and I have good news and bad news."

I watched my parents' worried faces. I felt my knees weak.

"Your son Tim is going to survive quite nicely. He's got a broken arm, which he has to have in a cast for a few weeks though."

I heard my father sigh. "Well that is good news. Now what is the bad news?"

"Well the accident was very awful. The man who ran into him was a drunk driver. Tim's face is some what damaged. He was cut quite badly by the windshield glass. If you see him right now you might not even recognize him."

My mother immediately cried and my father put his arm around her trying to comfort her.

"It's that bad?" I asked sobbing.

"Yes sweetie. But there is hope. He will need a few plastic surgeries though."

That got my parents attention. "Yes! We will pay for any surgeries doctor! Just please let us at least see our son right now."

He nodded. "Very well then follow me."

We walked a long way down a cold hallway until we reached Tim's room. He was still unconscious and his face was covered with bandages. I wanted to just run over to him and put my arms around him.

"Oh my lord! He must be in so much pain!" My mother cried out.

"He's still unconscious right now Mrs. Mitchell," The doctor said stepping aside to let us get close to Tim's bed.

We all gathered around Tim in tears and kept praying he'd be ok.

* * *

It wasn't until Monday when Tim finally was conscious again. My parents had gone down to see him but I was at school all day. Everyone was asking me if Tim was Ok and I had said he was, but didn't mention anything about the possible disfiguration of his face. Jenna was one of the girls crying the most. I knew at that moment that she must really love Tim. The entire school was very saddened by the accident and my teachers had offered to let me go home early but I stayed all day hoping to go see Tim at night.

Once at home, I called the hospital up and my parents were there. My father said he'd come pick me up so I could see Tim. My father was silent the entire time we drove back. I wanted to ask him how Tim was but decided I'd see for myself.

When we got to the hospital, my mother was in the lobby and my father escorted me in. They hadn't eaten all day so they had decided to get something to eat and my father told me what room Tim was in. My heart pounded not knowing what to expect. I arrived at my brother's room and he sat on the bed with his back towards me. I softly knocked on the door.

"Tim?"

He didn't turn around. "Yeah? Nicole?"

I walked in and closed the door behind me. As I walked closer he kept turning away.

"How are you?" I asked nervously.

He didn't reply.

"Tim?" I asked trying to get him to look at me.

"How do you think I am?" He asked furiously.

My eyes widened seeing the major disfigurement on his face. It was shocking, but it would have been to anyone who knew what Tim looked like before the accident.

"I-I'm sorry." That was all I could say.

His gray eyes were sad. I sat next to him and put my arms around him. "I'm sorry this happened to you. But Tim, you survived. That's all that matters."

He scoffed and stood up slowly. "Yeah I did but now look at my face. I'm horrific looking. I can't even stand to look at myself."

I felt tears roll down my face. "Don't say that! Please don't say that."

He looked at me with sincere eyes. "I'm sorry Nicole. I'm just upset and in so much pain right now. I know eventually they'll try to fix my face, but it's awful to be this way you know."

"Here lay back down bro. How's the arm?"

He slowly got back on his bed and I tucked him in carefully. ...


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