My Fantasy - Chapter 11.2 - I Dream of John By mattbuck matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com
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Codes: MM, Body-swapping, Incest
I woke up in a strange bed. That in itself wasn't too unusual, but there was usually someone sharing it with me. I felt around the bed. No one. OK. I sat up and looked round. There were a few posters on the walls, and eventually recognised the room as John's. OK, so why was I in John's bed? I got up out of bed, and picked up a pair of boxers lying on the floor. I sat on the bed to put them on, and looked down. When did my pubes go blond? I put my hand to my forehead, and moved it up. Hair in a thick quiff, just like John's. Just like John. Could it be? How? Why? Hold on... who cares? I looked down over his/my deliciously flat stomach, surveying the pink nipples, and cute belly button. My cock was starting to get hard as I raised my arms and looked at the soft blond hair. I took a sniff, but couldn't smell anything except some sort of deodorant. Pity, still, I could always get sweaty later. I decided that what I really wanted was a mirror. From my previous visits, I knew that there was a full- length mirror in the bathroom, but I didn't want to risk being seen in the meantime. I rummaged through John's wardrobe and eventually found a thin pair of pyjama trousers. I hurriedly pulled them on, and looked down. Of course, the disadvantage of a 7.5" cock was that it was much harder (sorry, bad pun) to hide when anything but soft. I left the bedroom, closing the door behind me, and went into the bathroom. There wasn't a lock, so I just shut the door and hoped no one would interrupt me. Then I looked in the mirror. I saw the sexiest guy I knew staring back at me. Totally flat stomach, toned ass, tented pyjamas, exactly the right amount of muscle, and not a trace of any fat. Even his blue eyes seemed to shine. If I could, I'd have kissed him in the mirror.
I spent quite a while in that bathroom, just licking my fingertips to wet my nipples and then stoke them to hardness. I gently caressed John's body, even fondling his cock and balls a bit, and looking at his sexy ass in the mirror. I was teasing his nipples again when Pete burst in.
"Hey, John. Looking good. But come on, you've been in here all morning. You know I've got a date with Lucy this afternoon, I need the mirror."
"Uh uh," I replied, "I was here first, my mirror for as long as I choose."
"And what are you doing with it?" A smirk appeared on his face, "Playing with yourself? That kind of sullies your good-boy reputation. Who would you prefer me to tell? Mum or Dad?"
I knew enough about John to know that neither of those would be good. He did have a good-boy reputation, and I doubted he'd want it spoilt. I noticed the door had shut behind him, so I walked over to him and put my arm around him. It was slightly difficult as Pete was at least three inches taller than John, even though he was the younger of the two.
"Come on, Pete. We can always share the mirror. After all, we are brothers."
"Ever considered I might not want you to see what I'm doing?"
"What, "playing with yourself" as you so nicely put it? I doubt you're big enough to have one."
That pissed him off. He pushed my arm off and wrestled me to the ground. I may have had John's muscles, but I didn't know a thing about wrestling. Not my sport. He had me pinned quickly, his face inches from mine: I could feel his hot breath on me. Then, his lips descended onto mine. I was too shocked to argue, and his tongue was soon in my mouth. I loved the attention, and pushed my own tongue into his mouth. When he finished, he pulled away.
"Thanks, John." He said. "It's always good to have some kissing practice before a date. I know I can count on your brotherly discretion."
I walked out the door and sat down on John's bed, too shocked to speak. If this was a dream... I liked it.