Pinecrest Resort

Twilight stirred in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment. She was still in that strange place between awake and still asleep. When one could still remember dreams. She had dreamed that she was at a nudist resort. She realized that it had been one of those rare occasions when she had slept in the buff that night. That would explain the sensation of dreaming of being nude. But it didn't explain why she had dreamed of being there with her naked brother.

She opened her eyes, but it must have still been the middle of the night. It was still just as dark in her bedroom as if her eyes were shut. As she laid there on her side, she could feel the weight of her small dog, Spike, on top of the covers, sleeping on the side of her hip, as he sometimes did. His body on her didn't help her escape the stifling heat of the summer evening. She adjusted herself slightly, not wanting to wake him. But she felt him move. He slid up along her body.

She realized at once that it wasn't Spike. It was an arm. And it was under the covers. The heat she was feeling was from the body of another person in the bed beside her.

She remembered that she really was at a nudist resort. She really was there with her brother. And he really was in the bed next to her, naked, with his arm draped across her midsection. She could feel the heat of his chest against her back as he held her, and the warmth of his breath on the nape of her neck.

She could tell that there was a lot of empty space on her side of the bed. She must have shifted toward the middle of the bed since she had been used to sleeping alone. Perhaps in the cool of the night, her unconscious body must have sought the warmth of her companion, as she had easily begun to encroach onto his half.

When she was little, she would sometimes have bad dreams. Most kids would have gone to their parents. But she had always gone to her Big Brother Best Friend Forever. Her B.B.B.F.F. He wasn't much older than her, but she always felt safe when she slept in his bed. She never had a bad dream there.

She had almost forgotten all about those times. But feeling his strong arm around her reminded her of those good times. The only difference now was their current absence of pajamas. But for just a moment, it filled her with that same sense of security. She hoped that when she had a boyfriend someday, it would feel the same way. But in the meantime, she wrestled with whether or not she should do something about their current predicament. She decided to just enjoy it a moment more before she would shift back over to her side of the bed. The gentle sounds of his slow breathing lulled her to ease. Her eyelids were heavy and she skirted the edges of sleep.

She felt his arm shift again slightly. His hand haphazardly laid over her hip. His fingers grazed the edges of her groin, brushing against her pubic hair. It tickled her, but not in a way that would make her laugh. The slight touch sent a shock through her nerves and made her heart flutter in her chest. Just to be touched there in such a way by a hand that was not her own made her whole body jump, making his hand shift slightly further into her crotch.

"nngh... hey Spike..." Shining mumbled in his sleep, sensing the hair on his finger tips. His fingers curled and flexed slightly as he pet the dog in his dream. His fingers brushed back and forth across the outer lips of her vulva.

Her first reflex was to slap his hand away. But she realized how mortified he would feel if he woke up and realized what he had done. And she would have been lying if she said it didn't feel nice. His idle petting wasn't nearly enough for her to compare it to her own self-love sessions. But the mere fact that it was someone else touching her there, regardless of who it was, thrilled her. Part of her, a small part, found thrill in it because of who it was. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. She needed to do something before he woke up like this. But she needed to be subtle.

She slowly moved her hand down, lightly placing it over his. At first, this only served to press him harder into her now-damp crotch. His middle finger grazed her clitoris. Twilight slowly moved his hand away with her. A small part of her regretting not letting him finish what he had started. She moved his hand back to her waist. His hand felt her fingers intertwined with his, and the smooth skin of her abdomen.

"Cadie.." he mumbled in his sleep. She felt his arm hold her tighter as he pulled himself closer to her. That was when she felt it pinned between them. His erection.

Twilight wasn't ignorant of the concept of morning wood. She wasn't sure exactly what time it was, but certainly it had to be so late that it now qualified as early morning. But all academic technicalities aside, her brother's hot dog was still wedged between her buns. It felt every bit as big as it had looked the previous day.

Abandoning his warmth, Twilight shifted herself to try to scoot away from him, back onto her side of the bed. She had moved away enough for his penis to hang freely before his arm pulled him to her again. Twilight had to stifle her gasp this time she felt it poke between her thighs. She heard him let out a sort of moan as she felt him between her legs, sliding against her warm loins. Under the covers, she could see his white tip sticking out from her violet bush.

His hand moved up her body and cupped her bare breast as he made little thrusts with his hips, clearly enjoying his wet dream. His fingers moved across her hard nipple and his shaft became slick with her wetness as he rubbed against her. Each little thrust pushed him harder into her parting folds. His tip moved back and forth across her clit, making her shudder with shameful pleasure.

Twilight felt torn. Everything in her rational mind was screaming at her to stop this at once, that it was wrong. Even if he didn't realize what he was doing, she did. She was allowing it to happen. She was allowing herself to enjoy it, to enjoy the feeling of her brother's penis rubbing against her pussy. The taboo of it turned her on harder than anything she had ever experienced before. She could feel herself about to cum just from him rubbing against her. Just a couple more and then she would definitely stop after she cums, she reasoned. Just a few more-

She felt his next thrust prod her in just the wrong way (or right way). His tip slipped across the entrance to her vagina. His hips went from moving forwards to upwards. The next time she felt him nearly get his tip in before sliding off again. The next time would find its mark, she was sure of it. It was a line she couldn't let him cross. Her rational brain won out the screaming contest in her mind.

Her elbow came back and jabbed him in the chest. She heard him audibly gasp awake, and his whole body went stalk still. She quickly rolled away from him, forcibly pulling herself free of his hand's grasp on her breast, and disentangling his penis from betwixt her thighs. She could hear his panicked breathing behind her as soon as he realized what he had done.

"Twilie?" he whispered. Twilight didn't reply. She didn't move. "Twilie?" he whispered a bit louder. "Are you awake?" His voice was trembling. She pretended to be asleep. The last thing she needed was for him to think that she knew what had just happened. He would never be able to live with himself, let alone ever be able to look at her again. She just kept pretending to be asleep. Tomorrow, he could just pretend it never happened. At last she heard him let out a sigh of relief, confident that she didn't realize what had happened. She felt him shift in the bed.

Twilight turned her head slowly. Agonizingly, painstakingly, slowly. Just enough until she could look out of the corner of her squinted eye. In the incredibly dim light, she could just barely make out his silhouette sitting up on the edge of the bed. But she could guess with confidence where his hands were in front of him. He reached down and felt the wetness on his penis. Then his hand moved up to his face. She could audibly hear him sniffing his hand. Obviously smelling her scent on him to confirm his fears. Or...

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. Twilight saw his other hand moving. She couldn't directly see what he was doing, but from the rhythmic motion and wet sounds, it was clear to her that he was masturbating. He jerked himself off as he huffed into his hand, covered with her wetness.

Like many girls, Twilight was very self-conscious about her smell down there. But it was clearly something he was enjoying, even if he was her brother. Watching him jerk off to her scent made her feel slightly less deviant for having enjoyed his touch. And the fact remained that she was still very close to her own climax. Her hand moved slowly and silently to her crotch. Her middle finger extended just barely enough to make tiny, imperceptible movements on her clit, rubbing herself in time with his strokes.

The two siblings mutually masturbated less than a foot apart, each of them focusing on the other as the center of their pleasure. Each of them was confident that the other was unaware. Shining must have likewise been close. After only a couple moments, he got up from the bed and lunged to the tent entrance, pulling it open just enough to get his load outside.

Twilight could see him in the bright moonlight pouring in. His white penis under the blur of his hand rubbing it. Even from where she was she saw it pulse and throb as the first glob of his cum jetted from his tip. The second rope was just as thick and voluminous. Watching her brother cum sent Twilight over the edge. She plunged her fingers into herself and bit her lip to stifle her moan as she came into her hand. Shining was too far gone to even notice her as he shook the last of his cum from his dick and let the tent flap fall closed again.

Twilight focused on controlling her breathing as so to not give herself away. Shining just stood there in the cold dark a few minutes longer. The adrenaline rush of their orgasms passed, leaving it its wake stark sobriety, and with it, guilt.

I just masturbated thinking about my sibling!

The thought gnawed at them both. Twilight was assuaged by the knowledge that Shining had as well. But Shining was alone in his guilt. In his self-loathing, he debated returning to bed or sleeping in the dirt as he originally intended.

"A perverted piece of garbage like me deserves to sleep in the dirt," he muttered. He laid down on the ground beside the bed. Twilight felt awful. But she didn't know what to do. She knew she had to try to fix this. But she had to be careful.

She waited. She waited and counted the seconds in her head. Sixty. One hundred twenty. One hundred eighty. Two hundred forty. All the while she listened to hear if he had fallen back asleep. She waited until she was certain that several minutes had passed. She steeled herself. Her heart was thundering in fear, but she resolved to go through with her idea.

She rolled over in bed, flopping her arm onto his side of the bed as hard as she reasonably could. She feigned a groan, and a loud yawn, pretending to wake.

"Shining?" she asked into the darkness and she loudly patted around his side of the bed. "Shining!" she said louder into the darkness, as though searching for him.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"On the ground."

"Did you fall out of bed?"

"Um... yeah. But I'm fine."

"Come back to bed. It's cold."

"I'm fine," he repeated.

"I'm cold," she said.

"... really?"

"Yeah. Come on, please?" she begged with that voice she used when she was little and wanted cookies. She knew that he couldn't say no to it. She could hear him sigh in resignation.

"Okay..." He stood up and brushed himself off and climbed back into the bed, making sure that he was laying facing away from her, as far on his edge of the bed as he could. He felt her hand touch the side of his ribs.

"C'mere," she said, pretending to be half-asleep. He shifted back just enough for her to get her arm around him. He felt her pull herself to him. Her entire body was against him as the big spoon now. Her soft breasts pressed against back. He could feel where her nipples were. "You're so warm," she said. As true as it was, she felt just as warm to him.

"Okay... good night," he said.

"Mhh, good night," she said back. Her hand around him moved up along his chest to his shoulder as she hugged him. His head turned toward her hand, resting his cheek against it. He was practically certain that he could smell her scent on her fingers. His fresh guilt kept him from reveling in his enjoyment of it. At the very least, with her right behind him, he could roll over and face her again, he reasoned. They were both very tired in their post-orgasmic fatigue. Despite everything else, sleep found them easily.