A Dream Come True Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 03

... her.

Willow rolled her eyes at him. "But no, seriously."

"It's tough to explain, and I'm getting tired. I'll tell you tomorrow."

"Seriously?" She whined. "I turned off my stream just to talk to you, asshole."

"Yeah? My goodness, that must've taken a lot of willpower." Mike mused sarcastically and leaned back to avoid a halfhearted kick from her, reaching out to snag her ankle and pull her toward him, then push her back away from him, an easy motion with the desk chair on wheels. "Hey, Lo?"

She returned her attention to him. "Yeah?"

"If I tell you what happened between Emma and I, you've gotta promise not to tell mom, dad, or anyone else. Do you swear?"

"I swear!" Her eyes went wide, leaning forward to give him her undivided attention.

"Pinky swear?"

She held out a hand, extending the smallest of her fingers. "Pinky swear." He took her pinky in his and they both gave a firm shake up and down simultaneously to seal the deal. He took the time to explain everything that had happened between him and Emma, and she stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief. It was a wonder they didn't get dry, because she rarely seemed to blink. By the time he'd gotten her caught up to the present, the sun had long since set and it was getting closer to 10 PM.

"Jesus, Mike.." She whispered to him. There was an almost deafening silence, broken only by the sound of the wind picking up, and the light rumble of thunder in the distance, before she finally spoke up. ".. did you ...

... enjoy it?"

"Enjoy what?"

"Fucking Emma."

Mike rolled his eyes and stood up, walking past her toward the door.

"WHAT?! At least tell me!" She got up quickly and followed after him, her bare feet thudding on the carpet. "Where are you even going?!"

"I'm going to take a shower. I haven't taken one today, I don't really want to go to bed grimy." He shut the door behind him and locked it. He heard her try the handle and then walk away, mumbling something like 'asshole' that he could catch. He took his shower and then headed to bed, climbing into it and relaxing. He browsed his phone to distract himself until he became too tired to keep his eyes open.

He dreamt about Emma again, but this time was different. Previously, his dreams with his bigger sister usually started and unfolded similarly to their priors: her in his doorway, going down on him, fucking him (or letting him fuck her). He hadn't had that dream since the first night he'd taken her, and that was nearly a month and a half ago by this point. This was the first dream he'd had of her since then.

They were sitting at the dinner table in his apartment, talking. Their food had been eaten, and drinks had been savored. He didn't feel drunk, but the look on Emma's face spelled out her inebriation.

"So, you're not angry with me anymore?" Mike asked her, leaning back in his chair.

Emma was quiet for a moment, her eyes on her mostly empty plate. "I just felt a little... betrayed, I guess?"

"Yeah, but ...