Dreams

I had some strange dreams from time to time. Some were pleasant, some were forgettable, and some were really, really bad. My therapist, a beautiful young woman named Dr. Harleen Quinzel, told me dreams are just our mind's way to figure stuff up. They were needed to sort emotions, they were needed to confront problems and they were needed to deal with our past. But no matter what happened, we were still in control of what we were dreaming of. As I recalled my dreams she would write them down, make notes, and think deeply. Her blonde hair gathered in a bun, her blue eyes behind the glasses and the full lips she parted with her pencil started to fill my dreams as well. I knew I wasn't the only man in the army hospital who had those dreams about her, but in my dreams she used to rip off her shirt and jump on me. She used to shove her breasts to my face, she used to lick my cock as it erupted adorning her glasses with small drops of white fluid. I was a bit sad when she left for some new job elsewhere.

Every now and again those kind of dreams had returned, I dreamt of her, I dreamt of my birthday present girls, I dreamt of some other girls in my life or from somewhere else, and I even dreamt of my accursed ex sometimes. This time the subject my dream donned a very familiar body sitting on top of me, the perfect breasts staring back at me, the firm behind I was holding with my hands as she came down on me, the mischievous smile on her beautiful perfect lips. I could see my more than erect cock disappear inside her, as a small groan of pleasure escaped her mouth. I could see how it slowly reappeared, only to vanish again. I took one of the tits in hand while the other hand stroked the side of her face, moving slowly across her cheek, from the small scar she had on it to her lush lips. And when her silver eyes met mine, I could hear her ask "Do you like being in your sister, big brother?"

I erupted, I could feel it explode, as I heard a scream of pleasure from the woman riding me.

It took me a few moments to notice who it was, her angelic blue eyes, with a small tint of violet were looking lovingly at me as she closed in for a kiss. We could hear how my sister woke up in terror from the scream, only to see it was sweet Stephanie being filled with my sperm. She voiced her displeasure with being left out by the sweet blonde, and went back to sleep while it was clear both the angel an I were ready for another go.