A Summer to Remember

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Amanda felt so weird, a million thoughts were going through her head, and when she looked over at Brady, she could tell he felt the same way. He looked like he was trying not to think about it. She just kept eating her soup, hoping he wouldn't say anything. It had been an accident, right? So why be so worried about it? They'd kissed all the time when she was younger. But now that she was eighteen, and he was well...hot...it just felt different.

"Uh, me too. Yeah, good idea. Want some help?" she set down her soup, getting up to help him, not realizing her jeans button had come undone. She walked into the laundry room, helping him put all the clothes into the dryer, then turned to smile at him. Her jeans had fallen down a few inches, exposing the tiny little tattoo that she had gotten when she turned seventeen that she had managed to keep well-hidden all year. She'd designed it when she was sixteen, and at seventeen had convinced a friend who was a tattoo artist to do it, as well as her belly button piercing, which was also a secret.

It wasn't until Brady stared downwards that she noticed. She immediately pulled her jeans up a few inches, buttoning them. "Oh my god..." she whispered, pulling a strand of her hair, as she normally did when nervous. "Don't tell...please." her eyes pleaded with him. It was true, she was 18 now, but her parents would still be furious. They didn't like piercings or tattoos and especially wouldn't like the fact that she got them at seventeen.

 

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Still feeling awkward, Brady started to object when Amanda offered to help him with his laundry, but then realized that if he did it would probably just make things worse. So what if she had accidentally kissed his lips and not his cheek, some brothers and sisters probably did that all the time. It's stupid to suddenly get all nervous about it, and fixate on it. I'm just letting it get to me because I'm so exhausted.

As Amanda bent over to pull clothes from the washer and hand them to him, Brady made an effort not to look at her, realizing that with her bent over, and with her shirt unbuttoned the way it was, if he did look he would be able to see way more of her chest than he was comfortable with. When she'd handed him the last of the clothes she straightened up, reaching to the shelf above the washer to grab a sheet of fabric softener. As she stretched to reach the shelf, Amanda's shirt rose up her stomach revealing her belly button, which Brady was surprised to see was pierced. Before he even had a chance to process the piercing, he spotted a small tattoo just above her jeans which had slipped down slightly. A piercing and a tattoo?

Brady stifled his first instinct, which was demand to know what she'd been thinking, and why she hadn't told their parents. Instead, he took a deep breath. She's eighteen now. If she wants those things, that's her decision. Besides, I like girls with pierced belly buttons and tattoos, so who am I to criticize, he thought.

"Oh my god..." he looked up at Amanda's face and realized, as she pulled her pants up and shirt down, that she'd seen what he was looking at. "Don't tell...please."

"Hey, it's not my place to tell mom and dad," he responded, reaching out and lifting her shirt up so that he could see her belly button. "I like it. It looks really...nice," he added smiling as he rubbed his finger over the piercing.

"So what's the tattoo design?" Brady asked, pulling the front of her jeans down just enough to see it again.

 

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Amanda had to bite back a small sigh of pleasure as Brady lifted up her shirt, rubbing her stomach and piercing, commenting on how nice it looked. Although he was her brother, it'd been a while since a guy had touched her and admired her in any way.

When he reached for her jeans to pull it down a little bit, she shivered, and as a result her hips pushed into his hand a little. She blushed a little, "Um, it's a tiny heart for love inside a peace symbol for peace and that's an A over the whole thing." She held his fingers as she said it, tracing over the part of the tattoo as she said it, no longer worried he would tell her parents.

Then she looked into his eyes and it felt almost intimate...and again, he didn't pull his hand or body away. So she did. "Uh, well. We should get to bed. See ya tomorrow?" Before he answered, she'd ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. She sighed, hands against the counter. This was bad, she was imagining flirtatiousness from her brother. Yuck!

She did her hair and washed her face, brushed her teeth and quickly crossed the hall to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She stripped naked except for her boyshorts and t-shirt and got in bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

 

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Brady bent down slightly to get a better look at his sister's tattoo as she explained the origin of the design, his fingertips pressing lightly against her bare skin. As he straightened up, he was about to tell Amanda how much he liked it, when he found himself staring into her eyes, suddenly very aware of how close her body was. Instead of feeling awkward or confused, Brady found himself thinking about how beautiful his sister was. He'd never really thought about her in that way before, but standing just a few inches apart, gazing into her eyes, it was impossible to deny.

He slowly released her blue jeans, and let his hand fall away, as Amanda spoke, "Uh, well. We should get to bed. See ya tomorrow?"

Before Brady could respond, Amanda brushed past him and bounded up the stairs. Trying to shake off the feeling that something had just happened, he turned the dryer on and then headed back into the living room to clean up the food from dinner. Once all the left overs were in the fridge, and the trash was in the garbage, he turned the TV off and headed upstairs himself.

Brady decided against unpacking his things, preferring to just hit the sack. After a quick trip to the restroom to brush his teeth, he undressed, and slipped on a pair of plaid pajama pants. It was a warm night, so Brady didn't bother with a shirt before laying down. As he lay in the darkness, his mind swimming with thoughts about school, and summer and his parents and Portland, his thoughts kept coming back to one subject: Amanda.

He'd expected to be asleep the minute his head hit the pillow, but an hour dragged by and he was still lying in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling. Finally, Brady got up and went downstairs to fix himself a glass of water. After finishing the water, and checking to make sure he'd locked the doors, he moved quietly back upstairs.

As he started past his sister's bedroom he decided to poke his head in and see if she was still awake. Opening the door carefully so he wouldn't wake her if she was in bed, Brady stepped into the room, the faint light from the hall providing enough illumination for him to see that she was indeed in bed, and asleep.

 

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Amanda had wanted to think about what had happened, and she had, but only momentarily. She cursed the beer and good food for putting her to sleep so quickly.

She didn't notice her brother enter the room, but soon after she moaned softly in her sleep, pushing the blankets off of her as she flipped over onto her stomach, her shirt riding up so that her back was bare above the materiel of her boyshorts, which barely covered half her ass. "No! No! NO!" she squealed, still asleep, but pulling at the blanket, thrashing on her side.

She was having a nightmare, and indeed thought it was real. "God, no no no!" she was crying now, shaking a little bit. She pulled the blanket around her body, still 99 % asleep, living the nightmare which was obviously horrifying.

 

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Brady started to turn away when he heard a soft murmur from Amanda, and saw her stir, flipping over onto her stomach, her blanket and sheet pushed off of her body. He stepped closer thinking that he must have awakened her when he'd entered the room, but quickly realized that she was still sleeping, if somewhat restlessly.

Standing next to her bed now, Brady noticed that his sister's shirt had become somewhat disheveled, riding up, leaving most of her back exposed. Even more noticeable, was the fact that the tiny shorts that Amanda was sleeping in were riding very low on her hips, leaving most of her ass exposed. He paused for a moment, his eyes slowly taking in the sight of her beautiful body layed out in front of him, lingering for a moment on her firm, tan ass.

Jesus-fucking-christ! What the hell is the matter with me? I just checked out Amanda's ass, he thought but still not turning away. I've seriously got to get some sleep.

Feeling an awkward guilt, Brady turned back toward the door and started to leave when he heard Amanda's voice behind him, "No! No! NO!" He turned back quickly, seeing her turning onto her side, her eyes still closed. Realizing that she was in the middle of a dream, Brady once again started toward the door, but just before he reached the hallway, he heard her voice again, more urgent this time, "God, no no no!" This time when Brady glanced back he could see the turmoil on his sister's face, the glint of tears on her face. Whatever nightmare she was having, it was clearly taking its toll on her.

Deciding he should wake her and rescue from whatever horror she'd been imagining, Brady stepped back to the side of Amanda's bed. Leaning over, he gently reached out to touch his sister on the shoulder, calling her name, "Amanda? Wake up, Amanda," he said softly, hoping not to completely startle her. "Wake up, you're having a bad dream."

 

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Amanda moaned, grabbing Brady's arm, holding him there, still half- asleep. "NO! NO! Lemme go..." she cried, and Brady knew she wasn't talking to him. "Ahh..." she whispered, waking up a little more. "Mmm...what...what?" she burst fully into tears, her little body shaking.

"D-don't leave, Brady....please....Don't go anywhere." she was remembering what she was dreaming about now. It was so frightening, she didn't want to think about it. She buried her face in his chest, shaking, her hands against his sides. "Brady...it was...so terrible. Please don't make me go back to the dream. Don't make me stay here tonight..."

She looked up at him, the tears starting to dry a little bit, her eyes welling up with new ones, "C-Can I stay in your room? In your bed with you tonight? L-like I used to? Please...I can't...it was soo scary..." she sobbed, looking nothing like the composed, put-together Amanda that Brady knew all too well. She clung to him, needy and completely disheveled. Her bare legs were on either side of him, her torso pressing now into him.

All Amanda could think about was getting out of her room and not being alone. She knew if she went back to sleep alone, she would get back into the nightmare, which was absolutely frightening and she had felt her life was threatened. She didn't even notice or care that she was wearing so little.

"I love you..." she whispered, silently starting to cry again.

 

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Brady was shocked to see the fear on Amanda's face even after she had awakened from the nightmare. Her voice was shaking as she pulled him close, begging him not to leave her alone. He could feel the wetness of her tears against his bare chest, her hands shaking as they slipped around his waist. Brady was baffled as to what demons could have put such a scare into his tough, independent little sister, but something had definitely spooked her. He started to ask her what she'd been dreaming about, but decided it could wait until morning.

"C-Can I stay in your room? In your bed with you tonight? L-like I used to? Please...I can't...it was soo scary..." she sobbed.

Brady's first instinct was to tell her that she could stay with him in his bed, but then in an instant several things flashed through his mind at once...the memory of the accidental kiss on the couch and the awkwardness that he'd felt, then the moment in the laundry room as they had looked into each other's eyes, Brady's fingertips brushing lightly across Amanda's bare skin, and lastly the memory of standing over his little sister's bed, looking down at her as she slept, admiring her half naked body. With the memory of those events fresh in his mind, Brady started to tell his sister that she should stay in her own room, but as he looked down into her watery eyes, the fear and vulnerability still painfully evident on her face, he realized he couldn't say no.

"I love you..." she whispered, starting to cry again.

"I love you, too, Amanda," Brady replied, feeling like a total dick for hesitating to agree to let her sleep in his bed. She was his little sister, and she was afraid. She needs me, and I'm not going to let anything get in the way of me being there for her, he told himself.

"Of course you can come stay in my room," he said, trying to smile reassurringly. He reached down and brushed the tears from Amanda's cheeks, "I can even carry you to my room like I used to do when we were kids." He stepped to the side so he was no longer between her legs, and then bent low, sliding one arm around her back, and the other underneath her legs, scooping her up off the bed with ease. With her legs draped across one arm, the other arm wrapped around her torso, holding her close to his chest, Brady carried his sister down the hall to his bedroom, gently laying her on his bed.

"Just like old times, right?" he asked, as he leaned over her body and kissed her on the forehead.

 

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Amanda watched Brady as he seemed to hesitate, contemplating whether she should stay in his bed or not. Then he seemed to shake those thoughts off and smiled at her,

"Of course you can come stay in my room." Then he did something she never would have expected from him, even in these circumstances. He slid his arms underneath her, picking her up, and carried her into his room. He set her gently down on the bed, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Mm, Brady..." she whispered, her eyes filling up with tears again, "Where are you going?" He had moved across the room, and she didn't know why. "Brady, come here." The corner of her mouth turned up as he walked back over with a glass of water. She sat up a little bit, sipping it. Her bare legs glimmered in the moonlight that was filtering in through the blinds. She leaned forward to set the water glass down on the side-table.

"Thank you." she whispered, only crying a little bit now, tears sliding down her face. "You are being so nice, even after I was such a bitch to you...but...but I don't know what else I would have done...I...it was so scary, Brady."

She waited until he sat down on the bed next to her, wrapping her arms around him from the side, pulling her body sideways over his lap, resting her face in his shoulder. She whispered ini his ear, "I missed you so much...I'm really glad that you're back...Sometimes I try to push you away, but I really do love you..." she closed her eyes, not knowing what else to say. The nightmare still flashed pictures through her mind.

 

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After he was sure that his sister was okay, Brady finally sat down onto the bed beside her, setting one of the pillows up against the headboard so he could lean against it. As he tried to get comfortable, he felt Amanda's hands sliding around his waist her body scooting closer to his. Before he could object, she had pulled herself up onto his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I missed you so much...I'm really glad that you're back...Sometimes I try to push you away, but I really do love you..." Brady could feel her breath against his ear as she whispered softly to him. He was surprised to hear the tenderness in her voice. He'd grown up thinking that Amanda didn't really like him, which had only caused him to be harder on her. Hearing her words, seeing the vulnerability that she had revealed to him, Brady suddenly felt a fondness for his sister that he'd never really experienced before.

"I love you, too," he said, stroking her hair gently. "And I'll always be here to protect you, even if I am mean to you sometimes. Your my baby sister, and I won't let anything happen to you." Even as he said it, Brady couldn't help but wonder if something bad had already happened to her. Was that what she was dreaming about? Is that what had scared her so badly?

As Brady glanced down at Amanda, he realized that one of his hands was resting on her thigh. Suddenly the thoughts of protecting her, and taking care of her seemed to be pushed from his mind by other thoughts. The feel of her breasts against his bare chest, the smell of her hair, the smoothness of her legs beneath his fingertips, and most difficult to ignore, the fact that she was sitting in his lap. Just thinking about her sitting on his lap brought the image of her tight, firm ass coming out of her tiny shorts to the forefront of his mind.

Brady felt his cock shift in his loose pajama pants, and suddenly he realized that he was becoming aroused. He almost pushed Amanda off his lap in a panic, but quickly realized that might draw more attention to what was happening. Taking a deep breath, he tried to focus his thoughts on something else, anything other than his little sister and her body.

"Uhm, we should probably go to sleep," he suggested, clearing his throat awkwardly, hoping that she would slip from his lap before she noticed the growing erection. THIS CAN"T BE HAPPENING! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

 

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Amanda let out a deep breath as she settled down a little bit, her brother stroking her hair and speaking kind words to her. She was the only guy she knew who was always honest with her. She knew that what he said was the truth, at least when he was talking to her. She snuggled closer, whimpering at how nice it felt to be cuddled close.

"I know, and that's why I love you. You're my brother, but you're also really important to me. We fight way too much, I totally regret being a bitch to you more than half the time." Amanda noticed that Brady was silent, just staring down at her and after a minute or two, he started clearing his throat and adjusting his body, telling her they should go to bed. That's when she noticed he was getting hard. But her body was so tired, she didn't want to move. He felt so good against her...

She closed her eyes, snuggling closer, and as a result, her ass wiggled against his hardening cock. She didn't seem to be going anywhere, and especially not to sleep. "I don't wanna..." her hand slid around the smooth skin on his hip above his boxers absent-mindedly.

Whoa, his skin is soooooftt... She thought to herself, letting her fingertips and nails trail back and forth along his left hip and up his back a little bit. "Mmm, how is your skin so soft?" she thought she was thinking it, but she'd said it out loud, surprised when he responded.

"My dream was terrible. Terrible, terrible dream. Don't make me sleep, please?" her big eyes met his, pleading with him, before she slid her face into his neck, the tears starting to flow, her little body shivering as she moved in a rocking motion in his lap, her ass grinding against
him consequently. "It was about Evan...and it was about Dad, and..." she trailed off, knowing she'd said too much already. She couldn't tell her brother or her Dad would be furious and probably beat her.

She hoped Brady would take her silence as a hint, but knowing him, he would persist in getting her to tell him what was going on. She refused to look at him, she was mortified that she had let her guard down in front of him. "Don't make me tell you, please. He'll beat me." she hissed through her tears.

 

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To Brady's horror, instead of sliding off of his lap, Amanda snuggled closer to him, her hand sliding around his waist, caressing his skin, as her hips shifted. As she moved, Brady felt his sister's ass rub against his erection. He swallowed nervously, unsure what to do. He could hear a voice screaming in his head, telling him to get out of the bed, to go take a shower or go for a walk, anything to get out of the situation.

But somehow he couldn't move. That was when he realized that despite everything, there was a part of him that didn't want. There was a part of him that enjoyed having his beautiful, young sister snuggling close to him, wiggling her ass against him, whispering softly in his ear. Well duh, what guy wouldn't want to be in bed with a girl like Amanda? She's a knock out. My body doesn't know she's my sister, it doesn't care. There's no reason to freak out. It's just a natural reaction. It's not like I actually want something to happen...even if my body does.

"Mmm, how is your skin so soft?" Amanda's voice broke Brady's train of thought, pulling him back into the moment.

"I...uh...I don't know," he stammered, having a difficult time focusing as Amanda's hands continued to roam across his back and hips.

"My dream was terrible. Terrible, terrible dream. Don't make me sleep, please?" this time, when she spoke, Brady could hear the fear in her voice again. Before he could respond, Amanda buried her face into his neck. He could feel the wetness of her tears against his skin, and feel her body shaking slightly as she began to cry again. He held her tightly with one hand on her back, slowly sliding his other hand from her thigh up her body to her shoulder, embracing her, trying to comfort her, even as she began to rock back and forth in his lap, rubbing against his semi-hard cock.

"It was about Evan...and it was about Dad, and..." she said softly. Brady's head swirled, unable to understand what had scared her so much. Had she dreamed that something bad had happened to their Dad...or had he done something...

"Don't make me tell you, please. He'll beat me." she hissed through her tears. Brady's whole body tensed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. She didn't answer him though. taking hold of her shoulders he forced her to sit back and look at him. "Amanda, what the hell are you saying? Why would you say that? Are you saying that Dad hurt you?"

 

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Amanda looked up at him, her eyes full and her eyelashes wet with tears as she bit her lower lip. "I can't tell you. I can't. Dad will beat me again...I mean...I....fuck." She realized then that if she could tell anyone, it was Brady.

"Last year, Dad molested me." Amanda had tried to forget, but the dream had brought back memories. "He'd found me with Evan...we were in bed, fooling around. We weren't naked, he had his boxers on and I had my panties on...we were just kissing and our bodies were against each other, cuddling, his hands were rubbing my tits...I felt so safe and good with him. Dad must have heard something, because he came upstairs and barged into my room. He yanked Evan out of the bed, and just stared at me. I was so fucking scared, I didn't know what he was going to do. But he just made Evan stand there while he looked at me. I couldn't tell if it was lust in his eyes or disappointment.

"Then he let Evan leave, and he shut the door behind him, telling him never to touch me again. Once he shut the door, I just shook in fright on my bed, crossing my arms across my chest. Dad yanked my body over, pulled my panties down and started to spank me. And it wasn't good spanking. Not the kind of spanking that turns you on. My ass hurt like hell. Then he started to carress my ass...and he put his hand over my mouth, sliding his hand down to rub my pussy...it was horrible because it was so, so wrong, but my body responded. I didn't want it to. I hated it, I hated it so much, but he kept telling me how bad I was for liking it, how wet my pussy was...he..." she paused, sobbing, "He made me cum, and I hated it. I hated it so much. He wouldn't let me go, though. He pulled me over and made me sit on my sore ass and he pulled his pants off. He grabbed my hand and made me touch him...until he came. It was all him, I tried to pull my hand away, but he kept his hand on mine..." By now she was crying hard, shaking, and couldn't say any more.

Amanda crawled further into Brady's lap, her legs wrapped tightly around him now, straddling his body as she soaked his shoulder in tears. "I loveee youuu....please don't think...I'm ....grossss...I...hatedd....it....he told me...if I told anyone ever...that....he'd beat me....again...and Evan....never talked to me again..."

Amanda's body was tired, her crying only wearing her out more. She took a deep breath, her tears slowing as she kissed his shoulder softly. "I don't know what to do any more. I thought I was over it. I thought I was past it...and now the dream brought it back."

 

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Brady was in complete shock as he listened to Amanda's story. It was just so hard to imagine his father doing something like that to her...to anyone. He had a temper, sure, but was he really capable of forcing himself on his own daughter. For a split second, Brady considered the possibility that Amanda was making it all up, but unfortunately, the fear in her voice, the tears flowing down her cheeks, the pain in her eyes...it was all too real.

As he felt Amanda clinging to him, slipping her legs around his body and straddling him, her body trembling against his, Brady slid his arms around her, holding her gently. He wondered how something like this could have happened without him knowing about it, but, even as he asked himself the question, he knew the answer. He hadn't been around. That's why he hadn't noticed. He'd never really shown any interest in Amanda's life, especially since he'd started college. He'd treated her more like an annoyance than a sister. This was his fault.

"I loveee youuu....please don't think...I'm ....grossss...I...hatedd....it....he told me...if I told anyone ever...that....he'd beat me....again...and Evan....never talked to me again..." Amanda's sobs brought Brady out of his moment of self loathing.

"Hey, come on sis," he said, stroking her hair with one hand, his other hand patting her on the hip. "This wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, ok?"

"I don't know what to do any more. I thought I was over it. I thought I was past it...and now the dream brought it back," she said, her sobs having slowly stopped.

"It's okay," Brady said again. "I'm not going to let him hurt you ever again. I'm not going to let anyone ever hurt you," as he spoke, he gently took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back enough so that he could look into her eyes. "I may not have always been there for you when you needed me, but I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere." Moving a hand up to her cheek, Brady leaned forward and kissed Amanda softly on the other cheek before pulling her back into an embrace.

 

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Amanda kissed him softly on the neck, her tongue finding one tear that had dripped down. "Thank you...that means more to me than you will ever know. I need you now...and I feel so lucky to have you now, even if you weren't here earlier." she knew she wasn't speaking as eloquently as she would have liked to, but she wanted to get her point across, "It means a lot to me that you care. For a while I thought that you like...didn't care anymore. You barely were talking to me...so I thought you just were done with me. Even though I am your sister." she nudged his chest, indicating her legs were getting tired and she wanted him to lean back.

She rolled off of him, and instead curled into him, lying on her side. "You're the best." she stroked her hand up his chin to cup his face. "You're so fucking nice, Brady. You could be out clubbing...despite your tiredness. Or getting laid. And you're cuddling with your baby sis instead. You know, you're the only guy I can really trust. I've always known that, despite our bickering.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes, her tight body visible to him now, he'd be free to check her out without her taking notice if he chose to, as she slipped onto her back, her hand slipping down to rest on his chest.

 

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When Amanda rolled off of him, and layed down on the bed beside him, Brady felt a slight moment of disappointment. With her sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her slender body, her legs wrapped around his, he felt like he might actually be able to protect her. As much as he'd wanted her to get off his lap just a few minutes ago, now he found himself wishing he could have kept her there forever, kept her close.

"You're so fucking nice, Brady. You could be out clubbing...despite your tiredness. Or getting laid. And you're cuddling with your baby sis instead. You know, you're the only guy I can really trust. I've always known that, despite our bickering," he heard Amanda say, as she touched his face tenderly.

Brady didn't respond. His head was still reeling from what his little sister had revealed to him about their father, about what he had done to her. The guilt he felt only seemed to intensify with each kind word Amanda said, and each soft caress of her hand. As she slowly rolled to her back, one hand still resting against his chest, Brady found himself torn between wanting to apologize to her and wanting to roll over and put his arms around her.

Finally, Brady rolled over onto his side to look at his baby sister. Despite the turmoil of emotions that had been churned up by the nightmare, she looked almost serene as she lay there beside him. Brady reached over and brushed several strands of hair from her face. As he lowered his hand down to let it rest gently on her stomach, he accidentally brushed it against one of her breasts.

"Sorry," he murmured softly, not even sure if Amanda was still awake. When she didn't react immediately to the touch of his hand, or his apology, Brady found himself letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. As he lay there, he found himself watching the slow rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took.

 

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Amanda moaned quietly as his hand brushed her breast, "Oh, gosh..." She was almost asleep, but it didn't wake her. She'd drifted off into dream land, in fact. But not the same dream. This dream was a sexy dream. She was in the arms of a tall, well-built guy, whose face she could not see. "Mmm, you're so handsome..." she breathed quietly.

Then she was silent again, cuddling her body into her brother's, her leg going in between his, while her little body rubbed against his, friction starting to build, "Ahh..." she whispered, obviously frustrated. Her face pressed into his chest, nibbling softly.

Her dream was intense and realistic, much more than the previous one, she actually felt as if she was being penetrated, and this is why she was thrusting her hips into Brady's leg. "Mmm." she whispered quietly, completely still asleep.

 

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Brady thought he heard his sister moan, but when his eyes moved from her breasts up to her face, he could see that her eyes were closed. Deciding that he had just imagined the sound, he let his gaze slip back down over Amanda's sleeping body, down to her slender, tan legs. The moonlight through the blinds seemed to highlight every inch of her.

"Mmm, you're so handsome..."

His sister's voice startled him, and Brady quickly looked up to her face, wondering if she had realized he'd been looking at her. Again, he found her eyes closed. Deciding she was dreaming, Brady started to roll onto his back and try to fall asleep himself, but before he could, he felt Amanda move close, snuggling against him, one of her legs slipping between his legs.

Brady froze, trying not to wake his little sister. He knew she needed to sleep, to forget about the nightmare. As she nuzzled her face against his chest, her lips and teeth pressing playfully against him, he draped an arm over her body. Then he felt Amanda press her hips against his body, her leg slipping up between his own. Whatever she was dreaming about, she seemed to be enjoying it...maybe a little too much.

As he heard her soft whisper, Brady found himself nuzzling her neck, his lips planting a soft kiss there as he pulled her closer. Maybe I'm the one dreaming, he thought. Maybe I fell asleep, and this is just a dream, just a stupid dream. Amanda continued to rub her hips against his leg as Brady struggled to make sense of the desire he felt. He could feel himself growing stiff again as his sister pressed tighter, her leg brushing against his semi-hard cock. He realized that he didn't want her to stop. He realized he was kissing her neck again, kissing her neck and letting the hand that he had been holding her with slowly slip down her back, down over the curve of her ass, cupping her ass gently.

 

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Amanda continued to grind into Brady, whimpering as his hands gripped her ass and his mouth kissed down her neck. She could feel his cock hardening under her, but it was all part of her dream, as far as she was concerned. She moaned out, approaching orgasm in her dream, but experiencing physical frustration. She ground her mound into Brady's growing hardness.

Suddenly her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at her position in Brady's arms, his hands on her ass and mouth on her neck, his cock hard under her dripping wet cunt barely covered by the thin boyshorts. "I...uhhh.." she was so embarrassed, she couldn't even move away, instead just reached down and lightly touched herself, feeling how soaked the panties were.

"Oh, God." her cheeks flushed red, but she didn't pull away. She didn't know why Brady's hands were on her ass, and why he wasn't pulling away. "Brady? W-what are you doing?" she looked down, her pussy tingling, needing release. Her eyes showed concern and confusion. "I don't understand..."

 

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As Amanda continued to rub herself against him, Brady could feel himself getting harder and harder, the thin fabric of his pajamas doing little to reduce the sensations he was feeling. His hand was still on her ass, squeezing her butt firmly when he felt Amanda's hand move down between their bodies, down to the front of her panties. At first he thought it was part of her dream, that she was touching herself, but then he heard her voice.

"Oh God," she gasped. He felt her body tense slightly, and he realized that she was awake now.

"Brady? W-what are you doing?" he heard her ask. Brady froze, unsure what to say or what to do. As if waking from his own dream, he was suddenly aware of what he'd been doing...what had almost happened. How could he possibly explain his way out of this, especially when he didn't understand it himself.

"Oh my god...I'm so sorry," he finally said, doing his best to act startled as he pulled away from Amanda, his hand jerking away from her ass as he pushed his body away from hers. "I must have fallen asleep...I...I'm sorry."

Brady pushed himself off the bed, his erection forming a rather obvious tent in his pajamas as he backed away from the bed, his face flushed with embarrassment. "You just go back to sleep. I'm going to go take a shower and get a glass of water."

 

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Amanda lay in shock and arousal as her brother left the bed and the room, telling her to go to bed. She remembered her dream, but she couldn't believe that she'd been rubbing on him and couldn't believe herself for being so aroused. She glanced down and shivered pleasurably seeing the wet crotch of her panties.

She slipped them off and spread her legs, flicking her clit. She felt as if in a trance, her body taking charge over her mind. She knew Brady might be back almost right away, to check and make sure she was okay. But all she could think of was orgasming, her fingers rubbing up and down her soaked slit, a finger sliding in her tight hole as her other hand played with her wet clit. "Ohhhhh god..." she moaned, pushing her hips up. She then had an idea. She got up, peeking in the hall, and seeing it clear, she ran into her room, grabbed her thin vibe from her drawer and got back on Brady's bed, turning it on and sliding it up to her clit.

"OH GOD." she moaned as her hips pushed up, swallowing the tip of the vibe. She pushed it slowly deeper inside her, shivering in pleasue as it filled her up. "Ahhhhhhh..." she shook a little, hoping Brady wouldn't come in now...she was so close.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" she screamed as she pinched her clit, hurtling over the edge to orgasm, cumming all over the vibe and her fingers. She moaned and whimpered, her eyes tightly shut. She breathed deeply, turning the vibe off and bringing it up to her mouth.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Still red with embarrassment, Brady shut the bathroom door behind him and leaned against it. He couldn't believe what had happened. Amanda was his sister! Just thinking about her, about her body pressed against his, his hand on her ass, his lips on her neck, the way she moaned as she rubbed her hips against him, her wet panties, it was enough to cause his cock to grow harder. This is so wrong, he thought as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. For a brief moment he considered jacking off to relieve his arousal, but quickly dismissed it out of guilt. He couldn't jack off while thinking about his sister.

Brady stepped over to the shower and turned the water on, before slipping out of his clothes. He reached in and felt the water with his hand then turned the knobs to make the water colder. As he stepped into the shower, the cold, stinging water bit into his skin causing him to shiver momentarily. He lowered his head beneath the shower head, letting the water soak his hair. Within minutes his erection was gone and he'd managed to push all thoughts of Amanda from his head, his thoughts focused instead on how cold he was as he stepped out of the shower and grasped for a towel.

After drying himself off and pulling his pajama pants back on, Brady leaned over the sink, once again looking at himself in the mirror. You can do this, he told himself. I'll just stop by and make sure Amanda is okay, then I'll go down stairs and sleep on the couch. Taking a deep breath, Brady shut the bathroom light off and stepped out into the hallway. Nervously, he made his way down the hall to his bedroom.

Brady paused at the entrance to the bedroom, still unsure what he would say if Amanda was awake when he checked on her. As he stood there, leaning against the door frame, he heard sounds coming from the bedroom. First a low humming sound, then several moans...Amanda. Thinking that she must have fallen back to sleep and begun to dream again, Brady started to turn away and head toward the stairs, but then his curiosity got the best of him. Besides, he told himself, if she was asleep there was no harm in him poking his head in for a second.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" Amanda screamed just as Brady stepped into the bedroom. What he saw caused him to freeze mid-step. Amanda was laying on the bed, her legs spread wide, a vibrator buried inside her glistening pussy, her other hand pinching her clit as she orgasmed. He could see her legs quivering with pleasure as she slowly turned the vibrator off and began to slip it out. Brady couldn't believe his eyes. Still paralysed by what he was seeing, he watched as Amanda slowly lifted the wet vibrator to her mouth.

"Oh my god," he heard himself whisper as he realized that he was rubbing his stiff cock through the fabric of his pajamas. He jerked his hand away, then looked up at his sister to see if she had heard him, and seen what he'd been doing.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Amanda heard her brother enter the room, knew he was standing there watching her. She heard him whisper to himself and she suspected he was touching himself, from the sound of his voice. She looked over at him, suddenly embarrassed. She shoved the vibrator under her brother's pillow, her cheeks red.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd come back." she closed her legs and tugged at the hem of her t-shirt. "Can...can we just...go to bed? I think we've both had a really long day." she looked shameful and she bit her lip, trying not to cry. She had felt so relaxed after her orgasm, until realizing that her brother had stopped to watch her come.

"Please, just get back in bed, Brady. I promise, no more dreams." she could tell he was hesitating, probably because of what he had just witnessed and from what she could see, how hard he was. She licked her lip sub-conciously. "Uhm, I'll just pretend I don't see that, and you pretend you didn't see me...uh...you know."

Momentarily forgetting she didn't have panties on, she got up and hugged her brother. "You're really being so kind to me to let me sleep with you. I'm sorry for putting you out of your comfort zone. I love you so much." she hugged tighter, and as a result, her wet pussy rubbed up against his hard cock through his pajama pants. "Love youuu." she cooed.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Still in shock from the walking into his room and finding Amanda in his bed, masturbating, Brady barely heard his sister as she spoke. His mind was stuck, flickering between the image of her, legs spread, pushing the vibrator into her pussy, and the image of her, moments later, lifting the vibrator to her mouth to lick the sticky cum from it's surface. As he stood there at the end of the bed, paralyzed with inaction, the most shocking thing of all was just how turned on he was. Brady couldn't deny the fact that he'd never been so turned on before. He could feel his erection pressing against the front of his pajamas, the head just to the left of the opening, so close to poking out.

Brady finally broke from his momentary trance when he saw his sister slide from the bed and move gracefully toward him. He started to back away but before he could her arms were around him, hugging him, pressing her body against his as she spoke. She smelled so good, and her body felt so warm against his bare chest. He could even feel her hard nipples poking him through the thin fabric of her shirt, even as he felt her body rub firmly against his hard cock. If she had been any other girl, he would have thrown her to the bed right then and fucked her brains out, but this was his sister. He needed to push her away, he needed to tell her to go back to her own room, he needed to tell her this was wrong...but he didn't.

"I love you, too," he finally said, his voice quieter and more serious than he intended. Stepping back from Amanda he bent to his knees and picked up the panties that she had discarded to the floor. As he turned back to face her, still on his knees, he realized that he was eye level with her glistening, wet pussy. Involuntarily, he paused for a moment, transfixed by the sight, before finally forcing his eyes away and rising back up to his feet.

"Well, if we're going to go back to bed, you should probably put these back on," he said as he offered her the panties, painfully aware that the tent in his pants had grown even larger. As he started to hand the panties to Amanda he accidentally dropped them from his hand, letting them fall to the ground behind her. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled nervously.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Amanda could tell that Brady's mind was reeling. He wasn't saying anything, just holding her close. They both knew that one needed to pull away, but neither one made any gesture that they planned on it. He felt so warm and firm, support that she craved.

That's when she felt how hard he had gotten, and how close his cock was to slipping out of his boxers, which would put his bare cock by her bare pussy. "Uhhmmm." she moaned softly, her hips tilting into his. She KNEW that she should pull away from him now, but she didn't want to. She wanted...

Oh God.

Her sexy thought train was inturrupted by her brother dropping her panties on the ground as he attempted to pick them up for her, and after a brief hopeful moment, with his face inches from her bare pussy, Amanda giggled. "No worries. You're right, we ARE going back to bed, and I should put them on." she bent over right in front of him, her full, firm ass so close to him, she was almost rubbing against him. "Oopsie." she mumbled as they slipped out from her fingers. "They're so slippery." She giggled again. Then she slipped onto her knees, grabbing the panties and standing up as she put them over each leg, pulling them up, and turning towards her brother.

"Thanks for your help." Without thinking, she put her arms around her brother, standing on her tip-toes and planting a soft, sensual kiss on his mouth.