Go in

I still hear John's singing and the shower noise as I head inside. I'm a little afraid, but this is a dream. Maybe the monsters will fuck me rough. No, that's stupid.

There's an intersection. I could either go left, or right, and I go left because some light was spilling from one of the walls there.

Oh my God.

I'm looking at a window to my bathroom. The wall of my shower area was apparently a one-way mirror. Did John use this? That means he would be spying on me as I showered. I felt a heat between my legs.

I would be showering there, and he would have a full view of me.

This can't be real. Focus, Shelly, this is just a dream. But don't dreams reflect our subconscious thoughts?

Do I want John to spy on me in the bath?

Oh, that is so hot. I'm already wet, and my fingers rub faster. All that's left is the other path I didn't go just now, on the other side of this corridor. I continue, and John's shower and singing get louder.

His bathroom is identical to mine.

I see John, my little brother, naked and showering through this window. He's only 18, when did he get so big? His penis is staying semi-erect as he gives it a few pumps every few seconds. I'm so close to him I want to punch a hole through this glass and help him with his cock.

Oh, John.

He's singing and I'm breathing hard here. My hands reach out, as if I could actually touch him through this glass, but I do touch him.

He jolts and looks around. I didn't even touch him, but it seems like I felt it, and he felt it. I try again - reaching out, and sure enough, my palm caresses down his chest to his abs, even though it's just suspended in mid air.

He looks shocked now. He's exiting the shower, but I pull him back - I don't know how, but it looks like someone had pulled on his shoulders. He screams and lands on his ass, but I cover his mouth and ensure a softer landing with by putting my phantom hand under his butt, while getting a feel of his crack.

He tries to get up but I push him down again, sitting with his back to the glass in front of me. With a few fingers I pin his arms down. What's left is his delicious cock, getting more erect as I make stroking motions in the air but feel the slipperiness of the soap on his cock.

I'm sorry, John, but it's not me who's stroking you. He moans, his arms grow limp as he surrenders to this position, legs fidgeting, having a phantom jack him off.

My other hand goes to my pussy. We orgasm together, ropes of cum spilling from his penis. I wish I was there to suck it all up.

I wake up. It's 4 a.m. My panties are wet, and I'm still very much horny, but there is one thing I need to check first. I go to John's room. He doesn't usually lock his doors, and is a pretty heavy sleeper.

John is still asleep. I have to fight the urge to just lie down next to him and fuck him right there. It's not a dream now, Shelly! Snap out of it! I go to the place where the car poster used to be, and feel it around, but there's no imprint of a door line, no sound of wood as I tap on it, nothing. But it's dark, so I'll check again tomorrow.

I can't bear not to look at John as he sleeps. Then I smell something - was it cum?

Did he have the same dream?

A girl could wish.

I wonder if I could pull off masturbating silently in front of him. But I'd better not. I carefully close the door and do it in my own room.