A dream of her brother? (Alex POV)

Interlude 4

She loved the feel of his brother spooned behind her. Loved knowing they could tease and flirt with each other, skirting so close to and maybe even crossing that taboo line. She drifted off to sleep dreaming of the possibilities, and soon felt his hands settle on her breasts, stroking and squeezing the soft mounds through her night shirt. Causing her to moan and snuggle back into him more.

Then, just as she was wishing for something a bit more intimate, she felt his erection slip between her thighs from behind. Her heart was hammering in her chest a mile a minute as he rocked his hips against her, stroking along her thighs, but not yet taking what she truly desired to give him. But before her need became so intense that she considered begging, she felt it. She felt the head brush along her slit, bumping into her clit for a moment before he angled himself back a little further, and pressed right into her dripping core.

She gasped as she felt him fill her, so agonizingly slow, resisting the urge to arch her back, or press her hips into him, letting him set the pace. She felt so loved, surrounded by his arms, but she also felt wanton and slutty to be allowing him to take her so intimately. Her Jason. Her brother. Her Bear.

She moaned when he began thrusting against her, faster, more insistent, more needy. She curled in on herself, feeling shockwaves pass through her as she gave herself over for him to use for his pleasure. A whimper escaped her, and she focused on the feelings he was creating within her, as he drove her towards her release while craving his own.

“I love you!” She whispered, not sure if he heard her.

He answered by increasing the speed and power of his thrusts, and she moaned again, panting heavily, and unable to stop herself from rocking her hips, her whole body, as he groaned out her name, and began to spill himself deep within her womb.

That was when she woke up, startled by the sudden realization that she wasn’t protected. But then, of course, Jason was still asleep, and none of it had been real, except for the damp heat still burning where she’d wedged her hand against her pajama bottoms in her sleep.

She fought to calm her breathing, and gradually drifted back into the land of dreams.