Something was wrong, but in my half-asleep lust-addled mind, I couldn’t quite place it.
His hand joined mine between us, and he pushed down the front of his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. My hand gripped it again, feeling its hot and hard flesh, so impossibly thick. I felt cool air on my hairless pussy as he tugged the crotch of my panties to the side, removing all barriers between us.
Cheryl? Why was that name familiar? Of course. That was my sister’s name. Or was.
His hips shifted, and I felt the rounded head of his cock nuzzle against my entrance.
Why was he calling me Cheryl? It didn’t make sense. The only one who would do that would be–
My eyes snapped open, and I was awake instantly. I was looking up at the face of my brother-in-law, who was wearing an intense expression with his eyes closed.
“Julian!” I said sharply.
He smiled. “Cheryl. I’ve missed you.” His hips pressed forward slightly, and I felt his cockhead part my inner lips.
“Julian!” I repeated. “I’m not Cheryl!”
His eyes opened, and he stared down at me for a moment, confusion filling his face.
I place my hands on his chest. “Stop!”
His eyes gaped wide, and he pulled his face back, still staring down at me.
“Oh my god!” he gasped.
I could still feel his cock nudging at me, as if it had a mind of its own. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but he was too heavy.
“Julian, stop it!”
Suddenly, he pulled completely away from me, moving back on his haunches. I got a quick glimpse of his erection before he yanked the blankets between us, covering me at the same time. He was still wearing a shocked expression on his face.
“Oh my god!” he repeated. “Beth!”
I pressed my knees together and pulled the covers tighter to me.
“I’m so sorry!” he said. “I thought you were… I thought… I was having a dream…”
I stared up at him, trying to catch my breath. Deep inside of me, I could still feel the traces of that aching desire to have him inside of me.
“Did I?” he said. “I mean, did we…?
I shook my head. “No. It was close, but no we didn’t.”
“God, I’m so sorry, Beth. I swear I didn’t know it was you.”
I nodded. “I know. You were calling me Cheryl.”
His expression turned to puzzlement. “Why didn’t you stop me earlier?”
“I was sleeping too. I thought it was a dream, just like you did.”
He looked even more confused. “Why are you in my bed?”
“You fell asleep on the couch while we were watching the movie. I didn’t want to wake you, so I spent the night. Since you had the couch, I took the bed.”
He nodded as this soaked in. “I must’ve left the couch and came in here while I was still half-asleep. I wasn’t even aware you were here.”
“I kind of remember that, but I was too asleep to know what was happening.”
“And then,” he said, staring at me, “I was having this dream. It was so real.”
I nodded. “I felt the same thing.”
“I was touching you, and you were touching me. I mean, not you. In my dream it wasn’t you.”
I nodded again. “I know.”
“And then we… we… started to…”
I shook my head. “No. We almost started to. But we didn’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I felt everything. When I woke you up, we were touching but you weren’t inside of me.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I’d… done that with you. It would’ve been horrible.”
For some strange reason, this comment bothered me. He must’ve noticed, because he said, “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Did I say something wrong?
“No.”
He seemed to think for a moment. “Look, I didn’t mean it would be horrible to do that with you. I meant if I would do that while we didn’t realize what was happening. That wouldn’t be the right thing to do. Especially for you.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I guess we dodged a bullet, huh?”
“Yes, we did.” He looked at the clock. “I have to take a shower and leave for work.”
“Can you drop me off at home on your way?”
“Yes, but we have to leave in a half hour.”
“I can take a shower at home.”
“Great. Um, close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because I have to get up and go to the bathroom to take my shower. And I’m naked.”
I smiled. “Well, we were almost intimate.”
He shook his head. “No way. Close your eyes.”
I smiled and placed my hands over my eyes. I felt the bed shift and heard him walking away. Spreading my fingers, I took a little peek as he walked out of the room. Despite his extra weight, his ass looked really nice.
Chapter 14
“Beth, I just want to say once again how sorry I am. What I did was wrong.”
I looked out of his car window at the passing scenery as he drove me home. “Maybe it wasn’t your fault.”
“What do you mean?”
I turned my attention to him. “We’re assuming you started things. But we were both asleep. For all we know, I might’ve come onto you. I might be responsible for you being so… excited.”
He thought about this for a moment. “Do you think that’s possible?”
I shrugged. “We’ll never know. I just don’t think you should be beating yourself up over something that may not be your fault. I certainly don’t blame you.”
He smiled softly. “Thanks, I needed to hear that.”
“I don’t want this to make things weird between us. I didn’t enjoy that week of you being mad at me. I like this better. Us talking.”
His smile widened. “So do I.”
I considered asking him about the photos in the drawer, but decided that would probably make things awkward again. Besides, I didn’t want him to know I was snooping around.
“You doing anything this Friday?” he asked.
“Nothing planned. Why?”
“Do you remember Bobby Haskins?”
“Yeah, weren’t you two friends in high school?”
He nodded. “That’s right. Good friends. I called him to see how things were going, and he invited me over for dinner on Friday. Do you want to go with me?”
“Why would you want me there?”
“I’d just feel more comfortable with you there.”
“I’m not following.”
“Well, do you remember me telling you about Kelli Brandis?”
“Yeah, the girl you took to the Sadie Hawkins dance, and she ended up screwing Allen on the wrestling mat.”
“That’s the one.”
“What about her?”
“She ended up marrying Bobby.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she’s Kelli Haskins now. They have a little boy who’s like six months old.”
“I’m still not understanding why you want me there.”
Julian pulled his car to a stop in front of my house.
“I just think the dynamic will be better if I show up with a girl, so there’s four of us. I know you’re not my girlfriend, but Bobby knows that Kelli and I used to…”
“Screw?”
“Yes, and you being there will take the focus off of that.”
“Do you want me to pretend I’m your girlfriend?”
“No. It’s hard to explain.”
“Okay, I’ll go.”
He smiled. “Thanks. You’re really helping me out here.”
“Thanks for dinner, and the ride home.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll let you know the details about Friday.”
“Sounds good. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I got out of the car and wen
t up the walk. Halfway up, I turned and he was still parked there, watching me. And if I wasn’t mistaken, his gaze was focused on my ass.
He smiled and waved, then pulled out.
Huh, that was weird.
Chapter 15
Julian picked me up right on time Friday evening, and we headed for Bobby’s house. I’d decided to dress a little nicer, and was wearing a pleated knee-length skirt and a white blouse.
“You look nice,” he said, glancing down at my bare knees as he drove.
“Thanks. So do you.”
He was dressier than usual also, wearing a pair of dress slacks and a collared short-sleeved pullover. Instead of his usual suede Timberland hiking shoes, he had on a pair of brown leather Oxfords.
“So, why am I coming with you tonight again?”
“Like I said, just to make things a little more comfortable.”
“Because you used to screw your friend’s wife?”
“Something like that.”
“So I’m not pretending I’m your girlfriend?”
“What? No. Why would you do that?”
“To make it clear to both of them you’re not still interested in her.”
“Well, that may make sense except for the fact they both know you’re Cheryl’s sister. That would be weird – me dating my dead wife’s sister.”
“Yeah, I guess. So I’m just your sister-in-law coming to dinner with your friends?”
“That’s right.”
“And you don’t think that’s weird?”
“We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Of course.”
“Then there’s nothing weird about it.”
“If you say so.”
“I say so.”
“I had a dream about you.”
He looked over at me. “You did?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of dream?”
I winced. “It was about sex.”
“Sex?”
“Yes. We were kinda doing what we almost did.”
He shook his head. “I told you I was sorry about that.”
“I’m not blaming you. I’m just telling you what happened.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I hope you had fun.”
I smiled. “Not really.”
He gave me a curious look. “What does not really mean?”
“It wasn’t as good as I thought it would be.”
“Wasn’t as good?”
“Well… Oh god, this is embarrassing.”
“Tell me.”
“You sure? Because it’s kinda bad.”
“I’m curious. Why wasn’t I any good?”
I smiled. “I didn’t say that.”
“Well, you implied it.”
“No I didn’t. It was a dream.”
“Just tell me.”
“Well, to be honest, I got a glimpse of you the other morning.”
“A glimpse?”
“You know… your… thing.”
“Oh.”
“I also had my hand around it, and it’s really big.”
“I see. So you don’t like big guys?”
“I’ve never been with a big guy. Especially one your size.”
“So what was the problem then? Why didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Well, since I’ve never been with a guy as big as you, I don’t know what it feels like to have something like that inside of me. So in the dream, you were big, but when you put it inside of me, I had no memories to pull from, other than being with guys who are smaller. So I was kind of disappointed about how it felt. I expected it to feel better.”
He seemed pleased by this, and smiled. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Like I said, it was just a dream.”
“So you think what we almost did was the cause?”
“Definitely. We were in the same position. Only in my dream I didn’t stop you.”
He nodded, but remained silent. But I could tell by his expression he wanted to say something.
“What?” I asked.
He looked at me. “What?”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“I can see there’s something. What is it?”
“Nothing!”
“That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“I tell you my secret about having a dream, and you’re holding back.”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. “Fine, be that way.”
“Beth.”
I remained silent as he drove. I wasn’t sure how I was so certain, but I was almost positive he was keeping a secret from me.
Finally, he relented. “I had a dream too.”
I turned in my seat. “You did? About us?”
“Yes. Kind of.”
“What does kind of mean? It was either about us or not.”
“It wasn’t, then it was.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I was in bed, in the same position we were in the other morning.”
“With me?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
“Cheryl.”
“Oh.”
“I was on top of her just like I was with you.”
“I don’t want to hear this.”
“What?”
“That’s private between you and her. It’s none of my business.”
“Just let me finish. I was on top of her, and I slowly pushed inside. My eyes were closed, and it felt so good. But when I opened them, she was gone.”
“Gone?”
“Yes, gone. And there was someone else in her place.”
“Who?” But I already knew the answer.
“You. When I opened my eyes to look down at her, you were looking back up at me.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
“I was so surprised, it startled me awake.”
“That’s pretty wild.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“When did you have this dream?”
“Last night. How about yours?”
“Same. So what does all this mean?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just a reaction to how close we were to actually doing it.”
“Maybe.”
“Here’s Bobby’s place,” he said, turning into the driveway of a nice suburban house in a middle-class neighborhood. We parked in the driveway, then got out and went to the door. It opened before we could ring the bell.
Chapter 16
“Dude!” Bobby said from the open door. “Long time no see.”
Julian grinned and shook his hand, then turned back to me. “Bobby, you remember Cheryl’s younger sister Beth, right?”
Bobby’s eyebrows rose. “I certainly do. But I don’t remember her looking like this. You’ve grown into a beautiful woman, Beth.”
I smiled. “Thanks. Nice to see you again, Bobby.”
Bobby gave Julian a curious look, then tilted his head and said, “You and her?”
Julian shook his head. “No, it’s not like that. We’re friends.”
Bobby grinned. “Not that I’d blame you. She’s sweet. Come on in. Kelli’s been looking forward to seeing you.”
He held the door open and we stepped inside. We could hear a baby crying from somewhere upstairs.
“That’s Bobby Jr.,” Bobby said. “Kelli’s trying to wean him off breastfeeding, but he’s having none of it.” He chuckled. “I guess he likes boobs as much as his daddy, huh?”
Julian smiled. “Yeah, I guess so.”
The crying stopped, and Bobby said, “You hear that?”
Both Julian and I listened for a moment, then Julian said, “No.”
Bobby smiled. “That’s the sound of a happy baby with a tit in his mouth.” He laughed hard.
Julian and I smiled politely, but I was a little uncomfortable with him talking about his wife that way. He showed us around his house, including his well-furnis
hed man-cave down in the basement. It had a stocked bar, wide-screen TV, and a few leather couches.
“Want a beer?” Bobby asked Julian.
“Sure,” he replied.
Bobby turned to me. “How about you, Beth?”
“Um,” Julian interrupted. “I don’t think so. She’s only eighteen.”
Bobby grinned at his friend. “That never stopped us.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I don’t really like beer.”
“I got other stuff,” Bobby said. “I could make you a mixed drink.”
“Bobby,” Julian said. “Enough.”
Bobby grinned. “I’m just asking.”
Julian was about to reply when we heard someone coming down the basement stairs. I looked up to see Kelli appear, holding her son on her hip.
She looked pretty much the same. A little older, and a little heavier, with most of that weight being in her breasts. They’d always been large, but now they were huge, pushing out her blouse and showing about an acre of cleavage. Her red hair was longer, but it had a frazzled and weary mom look to it.
She smiled at us. “Hey, Julian,” she said, her eyes locked on his face.
“Hey, Kelli,” Julian replied. “How’s it going?”
“Great. You?”
I wanted to remind her that was a stupid question because his wife was dead, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Doing good,” he said. “Your son looks just like you.”
Kelli lifted Bobby Jr. higher and beamed proudly. “People tell me that all the time.”
I couldn’t see any resemblance, but kept quiet.
Julian held out his hand to me. “Kelli, you remember Cheryl’s sister Beth.”
Kelli turned her attention to me, and I could see the corners of her mouth drop slightly. “Yes, I remember. You look just like her.”
“Thanks. Nice to see you, Kelli.”
Her eyes remained on me, assessing. It was obvious she was trying to figure out my relationship with Julian.
“Well,” Kelli said. “Dinner will be ready in five minutes. I’ll call you up when it’s time.” She turned and headed for the stairs.
“Can I help with anything?” I asked.
“If you’d like to help, that would be sweet,” she replied, and started up the steps.
So I followed her up, and she put me in charge of setting the table.
“So,” she said as she mixed some instant potatoes, “you and Julian?”
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