Rick And His Dream | Family Erotica Stories

Rick Thompson had always lived a pretty ordinary life in their quiet suburban home in the Midwest. At 18 years old, he was the typical younger brother—dealing with high school graduation jitters, a part-time job at the local grocery store, and the usual teenage frustrations. His sister, Emily, was 20, two years older, and had always been the golden child in their family. She was the straight-A student, the cheerleader type with long chestnut hair, bright green eyes, a piercing smile, and a body that turned heads without her even trying—curvy hips, full breasts, and legs that seemed endless. Their parents, both working professionals, often left the house for weekend getaways, trusting the siblings to hold down the fort.

Emily had recently broken up with her boyfriend of two years, and the house had been tense. She spent more time locked in her room, claiming she was "studying" or "unwinding." Rick never thought much of it. He idolized her in a normal sibling way—protective, a bit annoyed by her bossiness, but nothing unusual. No forbidden dreams, no creepy fantasies. She was just his big sister.

That all changed on a warm Saturday afternoon when their parents were away for a romantic weekend in the city. Rick was home alone, bored out of his mind. He needed his old gaming headphones, which he was sure he'd lent to Emily months ago. Knocking on her door yielded no response. "Em? You in there?" Silence. He figured she was out, so he pushed the door open.

The room smelled faintly of her vanilla body spray. Her bed was unmade, clothes scattered on the floor. And then he heard it—the shower running in the attached bathroom. Emily was home, just washing up. Rick hesitated but spotted his headphones on her desk. As he reached for them, Emily's laptop caught his eye. It was open, screen glowing, and a notification pinged loudly—an Instagram direct message.

Curiosity got the better of him. Rick glanced toward the bathroom door, steam seeping from under it. He clicked the inbox.

What he saw made his stomach drop and his pulse race.

Dozens of messages from random men. Explicit ones. "Show me those tits again, baby." "Love how you ride that toy in your last video." Payment confirmations via Cash App and OnlyFans links. And the photos—oh god, the photos. Emily, his perfect sister, posing nude in their own house. Her perky breasts fully exposed, nipples hard. Close-ups of her shaved pussy, fingers spreading herself. Ass shots in the mirror. Videos thumbnails of her masturbating, moaning softly. She wasn't just chatting; she was an online sex model, cam girl, selling her body digitally to strangers while playing the innocent daughter at home.

Rick's hands shook. This was evidence—real, damning proof that could shatter their family's image. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and started recording the screen. He scrolled through the inbox, capturing usernames, explicit exchanges, nudes sent that very week. His heart hammered. Part of him felt betrayed. Another part, deeper and darker, felt a strange thrill stirring in his jeans.

He quickly closed everything, grabbed his headphones, and retreated to his room. All evening, he replayed the discovery in his mind. Should he tell their parents? Confront her? Delete the evidence? He went to bed conflicted.

That night, the dream came.

In it, Emily wasn't the good girl anymore. She was on her knees in their living room, surrounded by men from her messages. Sucking cock after cock, her lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down her chin as she gagged eagerly. "I'm such a slut," dream-Emily whispered, looking straight at Rick. The sight of her—his sister—debased like that sent waves of forbidden pleasure through him. He woke up with a massive erection and sticky wetness in his boxers. He'd cum in his sleep, harder than ever before.

Morning light brought clarity. Or rather, a twisted plan. Why expose her when he could use this? The evidence was safe on his phone, backed up. Emily owed him now.

He waited until she was alone in her room after breakfast. Their parents wouldn't be back until evening. Rick knocked once and entered without waiting.

Emily was sitting on her bed in a loose tank top and shorts, scrolling her phone. She looked up, surprised. "Rick? What's up? I thought you were heading out."

He closed the door behind him, locking it. His voice was steady but firm. "We need to talk, Em. About your little secret."

Her face paled. "What secret?"

He pulled out his phone, opened the gallery, and showed her screenshots and the screen recording. Emily's eyes widened in horror. She snatched for the phone, but he pulled it back.

"How did you—? Rick, delete that! Please, that's not... it's just online stuff. Harmless."

"Harmless?" He laughed coldly, though his cock was already twitching at the memory of those nudes. "You're a full-on online slut, Emily. Sending pussy pics to strangers. Camming for cash. Mom and Dad would lose their minds. Your college friends? Your ex? Everyone would know what a fake you are."

Tears welled in her eyes. She was terrified, trembling. "Rick, I'm begging you. Delete it. I'll stop. I'll do anything to keep this secret. Please."

"Anything?" He stepped closer, his young body buzzing with the power. This was the moment the dream had inspired. His sister, the untouchable one, reduced to this.

Emily nodded desperately. "Yes, anything. Just don't tell anyone."

Rick's heart pounded. He sat on the edge of her bed, close enough to smell her shampoo. "Good. Then start by blowing me. Right now. Suck your little brother's cock if you want this to stay between us."

She recoiled as if slapped. "What? No! Rick, that's disgusting. You're my brother! I can't... I won't do that."

He held up the phone again, thumb hovering over the share button. "Your choice, sis. Blowjob or the whole family finds out what kind of cam whore you really are. Make it good, and maybe I'll keep quiet longer."

Emily's face burned with shame and anger. She was trapped, cornered. Her full lips quivered. "This is sick. You're sick." But the fight drained from her voice. She glanced at the door, knowing their parents were far away. Slowly, reluctantly, she slid off the bed and knelt between his legs.

Rick's cock was already rock-hard, straining against his sweatpants. He pulled them down, freeing his thick 7-inch shaft. It sprang up, veins pulsing, head glistening with pre-cum. Emily stared at it, disgusted but resigned. "I hate you for this," she whispered.

"Just do it, Em. Use that pretty mouth you use for all those strangers."

Her hands shook as she wrapped her slender fingers around the base. The warmth of her touch made Rick groan. She wasn't eager—far from it. Her grip was tentative at first, jerking him slowly, up and down, as if testing. Her other hand cupped his balls lightly, massaging them with obvious reluctance. Rick leaned back on his elbows, watching every second. This was better than any porn. His own sister, the girl he'd grown up with, forced to service him.

"Spit on it," he commanded softly.

Emily glared up at him with tear-filled eyes but obeyed. She gathered saliva and let it drip onto his throbbing cockhead. Her hand spread it, making his shaft slick and shiny. She started stroking faster, her fist pumping rhythmically. The sound of her hand sliding on his wet dick filled the room—schlick, schlick. Rick's hips bucked involuntarily.