In a pink T-shirt and black lower, with my waist long hair dancing to the tunes of a cool breeze, I was lonely, helpless and hopeless, standing in a wide stretched desert all by myself. I felt caged, I felt anxious, and I felt useless. I wanted someone to hug me and tell me that I was not alone, that I had someone who was mine. Someone who could be by my side always. Someone who could treat me like a baby girl and gift me chocolates. Someone who could surprise me. Someone who could make efforts for me. Someone to whom I mattered. Someone who could love me truly, madly, and unconditionally. 

Tears rolled down my cheeks and my vision was blurred. There was no one that I needed to hide my tears from so I didn't bother controlling my sobs or wiping tears off. All sorts of negative emotions were piled up in my heart and I was venting them in a desert far away from the world. I suddenly had a severe headache, I was short of breath, and I felt exhausted. Sand blew from all around and I lost my consciousness. 

After what felt like an eternity, I slowly opened my eyelids. I was alone yet again. The desert was now a snow lake. Instead of sand blows there was snowfall. I got up on my feet and looked around. Sand dunes had disappeared. All I could see around were igloos. I shivered in chilly atmosphere. I rubbed my arms hard to get some heat. 

Next thing I knew, my t-shirt started coming off. As if someone was peeling slices off. It barely hung on my shoulders to cover my front. My legs trembled as same thing happened with my lower. In a moment both fell apart together as if rose petals were peeled off. My heart was racing faster than a race car. I was shivering like a leaf standing stark naked in a snowfall. 

While physically I was freezing, mentally and emotionally I felt free. Ready to fly with hair wings. My lips were slowly curving into a smile when a thunderstorm took me off my feet. I was lying on the snow on my belly and I was frozen. My sight was restricted by the mist. Snow fell on my face as I tried to look up ahead. I saw a physique forming in the mist as a young man approached me. I was breathing heavily and I couldn’t keep my chin up for long. My face hit the snow sheet again and my hair covered my face completely.  

He came close and held my hand to help me stand. He was wearing a tuxedo as opposed to myself standing stark naked in front of him. 

“You’re exceptionally pretty my princess. It’s time to break the shackles. It’s time to live the life of your dreams; to love and to be loved,” he soothing words poured into my ear and there was rush of blood in my veins that seemed to have stopped due to the chilly atmosphere. 

I took a step ahead and collapsed into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around me once he had covered by nudity with his huge gown. There I was, feeling safe, enthralled, and alive in his arms. 

“Thank you, brother,” were the words that fell out of my mouth and I woke up from the dream, sweating, breathing heavy, feeling dizzy.

I woke up in the middle of the night from the dream and moved towards the kitchen to fetch myself a glass of water. As I took a step back keeping the glass in the sink, I hit my shoulder against a hard mass. My heart skipped a beat to realize that someone was standing behind me. It took me a fraction of a second to guess who the person was.

‘What the fuck Anmay?’ I faced him furiously.

I felt awkward. It was not the first time, but the dream had caused a turmoil in me.

‘Let’s have fun,’ he smirked at me.

‘I was coming back to the bedroom, no one could kidnap me midway except maybe you,’ I rolled my eyes on him. I tried my best to keep my emotions in check.

Without saying a word Anmay lifted m up and made me sit on the kitchen slab. ‘I mean right here,’ he smiled.

Before I could speak his tongue was in my mouth. I moaned softly and placed my hands around his head either side to deepen the kiss. Once he got access to my body, Anmay moved his hands up to my chest and caged either breast under his grip. There was just a thin layer of fabric in between while he was enjoying playing with my braless breasts.

The reason I had allowed him was my fantasy. Midnight quickies at random places in the house had always fantasized me. When Anmay offered me a chance to live on of my fantasies I just couldn’t say no; and probably he knew that I won’t decline otherwise he wouldn’t have kissed me and asked for one instead.

Breaking the kiss, I leaned to nibble his earlobe, and his hands moved down to my thighs, I felt tickled as he pulled the gown up smoothly clinching it in his fist on my thighs, just as he could trace his fingers on my inner thighs to reach the spot, we heard footsteps.

Mumma had woken up, and unsurprisingly she was making her towards the kitchen.

I jumped off the slab, but Anmay hadn’t let me go yet. He belted his arm around the waist into a firm grip getting me even closer to himself while his fingers reached the spot tickling me. I palmed my mouth to control my giggles as I gave him I-will-kill-you look.

In a sudden, he turned me around and walked me beside the refrigerator, and we ducked ourselves. Anmay’s fingers were still playing with my other pair of lips and my mouth of yet shut with a hand while I continued to elbow him asking him to stop, Mumma entered in.

Anmay entered me and caressed the inner lining slowly while I held my moans and breaths until Mumma left. While Mumma stood beside us, in front of the fridge to get some water, her son was busy with my privates; one hand on the breast and the other down there.

Though she left early; it yet seemed to be an eternity. I was on the verge of orgasm too soon given the fear hovering on my mind. I exhaled my paused breath after a few seconds and elbowed Anmay hard in the tummy. He winced in pain but didn’t stop till his fingers were all sticky. I rested my head on his shoulder as I hit the heights of pleasure.

He pecked my cheek and went back to sleep. I stared at him for a while and couldn’t stop grinning. My fantasy had come, and two of them at the same time. The other was an orgasm in fear. I had never thought my brother would make it happen someday for me.

While I lived my fantasies, I felt worse than just awkward. The dream has left me pondering and somewhere felt that it was meaningless. The dream was anyway based on my reality and hadn’t been the case if it was not for that minor accident one morning.