Lost In A Dream

All over the world, there are sisters who love their brothers dearly. They may fight like cats and dogs yet still, they love them. One such sister is Shirley. She and her elder brother, Malcolm, played together prettily enough as children but once he started going through that mysterious metamorphosis known a puberty, he seemed to have hardly any time for her. This hurt and lead to unseemly tears, tantrums and banging on his locked bedroom door on her part. However, she was soon going through the same biological process herself and so she too came to understand what a comfort a locked door can be sometimes. After their respective waves of teenage angst had past, Shirley and Malcolm became close again. There was now a gentleness about her brother that she really appreciated. He showed her nothing but consideration in her wilder moments and compassion in her upsets. He also showed an interest in her boy friends but was steadfastly reticent where his girl friends were concerned. One of them might get an odd mention, but none ever actually materialised at tge family home.

One rare evening when the family was all together, they opted for watching an Elton John concert on television. When it was over, mother cooed, "He's very good, isn't he. Of course, he's gay you know. Maybe that helps, makes you more artistic and all that; more sensitive to other people's thoughts and feelings so you can sing about them better. Freddie Mercury was the same, God rest his soul; and George Michael, God rest his as well. I don't know about girl singers these days; the way they cling to each other with no clothes on, maybe they're all gay.... "

As mother went prattling on, Shirley stole a glance at Malcolm with a view to rolling her eyes up to heaven as if to say, 'hark at her!' But then she noticed that Malcolm was looking distinctly uncomfortable, like there was something inside of him to get out but couldn’t find an exit. In that instant, Shirley knew what that something was. Malcolm saw her looking, saw her look of recognition which caused him to look very alarmed indeed. She swiftly gave her brother her most loving smile and an almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgement and assurance. In that instant, he knew that she knew his secret - and that his secret was absolutely safe with her. The first thing she said to him on the subject when they were alone together was, "we must compare notes on our boyfriends sometime." He laughed and hugged her out of sheer relief that at last, he was no longer alone with his secret. The weight of guilt he felt regarding keeping his sexual orientation a secret was partially lifted. Shirley was there for him. Maybe she'd help him come out to the rest of the family. No. There was no maybe about it, he knew she would. She was his everloving little sister and he loved her.

That night in her bedroom, Shirley did what she considered diligent research by accessing gay porn sites on her phone to see what big brother might be getting up to. There were no shocks or surprises. What she was seeing pretty much reflected what she was getting up to with her boyfriends. Not unsurprisingly, she found the sight of all these hunky naked men something of a turn on so quite naturally, she wanted more. She googled up pictures of gay orgies and found a perfect image on which to focus her attention while she fingered her clitoris. She understood her brother very well at this point. The sight of manly mouths sucking on stiff meaty cocks, cocks being grasped and squeezed and rubbed or thrusting deeply between the bulging cheeks of hairy manly arses. God! If she were a man, Shirley reckoned she'd be gay for sure.

It was with these erotic thoughts still swirling around in her head that, after a self induced and particularly wet orgasm, Shirley fell asleep; to sleep perchance to dream?