A Dream Come True Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 03

... look away from the screen the entire time, and he could see, as he entered the living room proper, it was some online first person shooter.

"Had a fight with Emma." He stood next to her, watching her play. He had to admit that she was quite talented at what she was doing, her kills to death ratio being the highest on her team by a wide margin.

"You two need to fuck already." She replied nonchalantly, killing another opponent on screen with a shotgun blast that sent their avatar flying into a wall. "I bet you'd have cute kids."

Mike cocked an eyebrow down at her, finding her words amusing. Of course, there's absolutely no way she'd know, so while the thought nagged at the back of his mind, he decided to ignore it in favor of assuming she was clueless. "She's my sister."

"So? I think I read somewhere that incest babies don't have a ton of genetic defects until like two or three generations down the line." The way in which she said that unnerved him a little. It was like she was more detached every time he saw her, which was usually every three or four months these days. In fact, it had been a little over four months since he'd last seen her, so he was probably overdue. Still, he chalked it up to her apathy, at least for now. Or maybe just her being edgy to get a reaction out of him.

"Cute." He tugged her headphones off of her head at the perfect time, ruining her concentration and allowing her opponent to score a kill on her. He hadn't played a video game in ...

... ages, but he still had a good enough game sense to know when a good time to interrupt her was.

"Oh, you mother fucker," she whined, slapping at him, taking advantage of the respawn timer to look at her bigger brother. "How long you staying this time? Couple days? A week?"

Mike stepped past her toward the nearby hallway, leading down to the bedrooms. "Couple days tops. I'll be out of your hair before you know it." If she replied, he didn't hear it, but he suspected she just went right back to her game once he was gone. Out of sight, out of mind. He opened the door to his old room and stepped inside.

It was exactly how he'd left it, mostly untouched. His parents never bothered to do anything to it, so the twin sized mattress remained, with a basic blue blanket tucked in neatly on it, and a comfy looking pillow, which seemed the newest thing out of the entire room. His old PC, no doubt unable to really run anything modern (or probably run at all), collected dust on what he considered to now be an ancient wooden desk. Posters lined the walls of old metal groups he was into, and plenty of swimsuit models that he'd spent more than a few hours jerking off to in his youth. His closet was empty of clothes, which was fine, since he couldn't fit in them anymore anyway. They'd long since been donated.

So once he'd settled in, he took the time to make him and Willow a meal - which required ordering a grocery delivery service to bring him ingredients, since the fridge was filled ...