A Dream Come True Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 03

... some food, it's almost done."

"I'm not usually up this early on a weekend." She sat down and leaned back in her chair. "Hey, look, Michael... I hope you can forgive me. I was out of line, acting like a jealous girlfriend. You were right, we weren't exclusive or anything, we just... did stuff in the heat of the moment and after a weekend of being treated nicely for once, I kinda got attached. I realized too late that that's why I've gotten into so many bad relationships, but I didn't want to push you away. 'Cause I know you're a genuinely decent person and you wouldn't hurt me knowingly."

He wasn't expecting an admission or discussion like this so soon, but he embraced it. Better to tear off the bandaid in his opinion. Normally, Emma was a hopelessly stubborn soul, rarely willing to admit when she was wrong until she had no other choice. Had she gotten to that point during his two day absence? Or was she acquiescing now because she genuinely felt that way? Whatever the case may be, he took her plate to the table and set it down in front of her, along with a glass of orange juice and coffee, the latter of which he had because, again, she'd actually gone to the grocery store for him at some point.

"It's fine. I should've taken your emotions into account." He sat down with his own plate and coffee. "I figured, y'know, you're my sister and all, and I hadn't considered that you'd grown attached to me after everything. I assumed you'd have been kinda proud about me sleeping ...

... with Lucrezia, but I was way off. I definitely didn't get the reaction I expected." He paused for a moment, then shot her a playful smirk to try to cut some of the tension in the air. "Also, only a decent person?" He took a bite of his food.

She laughed lightly. "Okay, more than a decent person, you're a good person, Mike." She smiled at him, that beautiful smile that he fell in love with all those years ago. It was rare then, but mercifully more common these days, and it always lit up a room for him. Her demeanor shifted after they shared a laugh, and she sat up a little more confidently. "You know, dad used to be pretty promiscuous too. Mom used to tell me about it all the time. Maybe it's genetic."

Mike rolled his eyes, but he knew she was joking, at least about the genetics part.

"He traveled the world all the time, used to cheat on mom frequently. I have no idea how their relationship lasted," she continued, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"She always forgave him though. Maybe that's genetic too," Mike responded with a sly look, before taking a quick swig of his own coffee.

She grinned at him. "Okay you little asshole, don't take it too far." She finished her food, standing to take their plates to the sink. As she did, he noted what she was wearing, now that the tension and anxiety had melted away and he was less focused on that fight or flight sensation. It was pajamas, matching top and bottom, both light blue with kittens and paw prints on it. He knew ...