She trails her fingers down my chest, all the way from my breastbone to the waist of my jeans.
“Leo . . .” She gazes up at me. “Is your cock as big as the rest of you?”
I swallow hard.
“Do you want to see?”
Anna nods, never taking her eyes off mine.
“You do it,” I say. “Unzip my pants.”
Her slim, pale hands fumble with the button of my jeans, succeeding on the second try. When she pulls the zipper down, my jeans slide right off me and disappear. Magically, my underwear does the same.
My cock springs up, harder than I’ve ever seen it. Throbbing, dying to be touched.
Anna looks at it, her eyes wide.
“Can I touch it?”
I’m supposed to say no. I’m supposed to stop.
But because this is a dream, I do what I want instead.
“Go ahead…”
Anna kneels down in front of me. She parts those full, pink lips and takes the head of my cock in her mouth.
I feel one last stab of guilt, and then I stop thinking about that, because all I can feel is the exquisite sensation of Anna’s mouth around my cock, Anna’s tongue stroking the most sensitive spots, her soft lips sliding up and down on the shaft.
I’ve never felt anything so heavenly. I thrust into her mouth over and over, until her low voice murmurs, “Go ahead, cum in my mouth.”
Those words, in Anna’s voice, do something diabolical to my brain.
I explode, so hard that hot cum pours out over the back of my hand like lava.
I jolt awake, realizing that it’s my own hand gripped around my cock, not Anna’s mouth. Anna isn’t here at all. I’m alone in my bed, sweating and shaking in the aftermath of the hardest orgasm of my life.
The room is pitch-black. I have the feeling that I yelled out pretty loud. I wait in the silence, my heart pounding, cringing with embarrassment, praying that Ares didn’t hear.
On the other side of the room his breath remains slow and steady. His back is a solid lump under the blanket, unmoving.
Thank god.
My hand is a mess and so are my sheets.
I can’t believe I came all over myself like a fucking pre-teen.
I’ve never had such a vivid dream.
And I’veneverhad a dream like that about Anna. My face burns in the dark.
I know it’s wrong.
My family wouldn’t like it.
Her family wouldhateit.
They’d think we were disgusting. They see us as cousins. I mean, we are cousins, just not biologically.