This is the second part to the story so that’s why it starts so abruptly.
Criticisms welcome. I want to make this a story with multiple parts. Thank you for reading. Let me know what you think!
Then yet again, he couldn’t ignore this feeling, this intense need for Dove. He had started to notice her more and more. Her lips when she talked, her perfume, the way her soft body felt against his when she hugged him goodbye, when she happened to bend over in front of him to pick something up, all haunted him, seeped into his dreams, especially when he felt lonely. When he laid down in his bed every night she was there next to him, her backside pressed comfortably against his front. He told himself that it was fine because his dreams never got that bad. They didn’t do anything too risque, at least not most of the time. His dreams would usually follow the same order. Dove would slightly move her hips, at first just to get in the perfect comfy spot, but soon her movements became too big to be unintentional. She would grind against Casey, softly moaning. His cock got hard and he started to breathe deeply into her hair as precum dripped onto his boxers. When he couldn’t contain himself he grabbed her hip and pulled her harder against him. She would yelp in surprise, but soon picked up his rhythm. Dove’s hand would slide down behind her and take Casey’s cock out of his boxers. Her soft hands would slide the precum down his tip and she would finally guide his cock to her pussy. This is where Casey started to hold his fantasy back. His cock throbbed to feel her warm pussy around it, but Casey just slid his cock back and forth against her. Dove would be wet and dripping, her body begging for him, but he couldn’t do it. Sometimes in the dream, she would try to encourage him.
She would laugh at his hesitation and say, “Really Casey it’s ok. You can put it in. You don’t have to be shy about it. I know you want to. Don’t worry. No one will know”. Other times, Dove begged for him, saying things like, “Please Casey. Oh please please please fuck me. I need to feel you. I don’t want to cum without you inside of me”. And sometimes Dove was cruel with him. Annoyed she would snap at him saying, “Really? If you can’t fuck me then we both know who can. I don’t know why I even bother with you. Your brother is clearly so much better in every possible way. How can you be twins when his cock is so much bigger than yours?”.
Dove was always cruel when Casey felt more ashamed than usual before going to bed. Ironically, even though he used this version of his dream to shame himself, it was the only one where he actually fucked her, or rather she fucked him. Frustrated, Dove would swing herself on top of Casey and sit on his cock, her tight wet pussy enveloping every inch of him. Casey would try to protest, but she would slap him, not hard, but enough to sting and surprise. Not wanting to hear his whining, Dove would bark an order that he was not allowed to talk. She would rock her hips aggressively on top of him, using his cock like a toy. Casey squirmed under her, overwhelmed but not wanting it to stop, enjoying every last bit of mistreatment Dove threw at him. Even though he tried his absolute hardest not to cum inside of her, Casey would always end up cumming too fast. Of course this made Dove even angrier. She would start slapping his wrist and down his arm, stinging him while she expressed her disappointment. With his eyes closed as he flinched from the pain, Casey felt something graze up his cock. When he finally reopened his eyes, Dove was staring quietly down at him. Her fingers would be covered in the cum she had cleaned off of his cock. When she ordered him to open his mouth, a broken Casey would comply. He would stick out his tongue and embrace the mixture of warm, sticky cum. He sucked her fingers clean while she reminded him of how useless he was.
If he hadn’t already woken up by now, Casey would dream of his brother magically appearing. None of them would speak, but the looks exchanged between Dove and his brother told Casey that Jonathan was there to show him how it’s done. Dove would not move from being on top of Casey. She would just place her hands on either side of his head and her knees on the side of his body, presenting herself for Jonathan. Jonathan would climb on the bed and slip his cock deep inside of Dove, eliciting a long deep moan from her as she closed her eyes and enjoyed herself. Dove’s tits would swing in Casey’s face while she was being fucked. She would moan in ecstasy, eventually collapsing to her elbows and resting her head into Casey’s neck, forcing him to support her while she was being fucked. This is usually where Casey would awake, startled and alone in his rickety bed.
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