A Dream Come True Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 01

... Instead, his thoughts drifted away from the fact it was incest, to the fact that his sister had coaxed him into it. Sure, he had to loosen her up a little, but he knew she could handle a buzz from past nights out with her, or family reunions, weddings, any other event that brought them and booze together, and that all came before they'd taken their shot of vodka. Still, he wanted to be 100% sure. He committed to the idea of talking to her about it in the morning.

Speaking of..

"You staying the night?" Mike looked at the clock on the news station still droning lazily on the TV once he left the bathroom. It was about 9:22 PM by that point. "It's getting a bit late. You're welcome to stay."

"Is that okay?" She looked back at him. She'd long since put her shorts back on, but anytime she bent over to clean the cum stains off of the couch cushions, he could see that she hadn't cleaned her own self up. She'd clearly just pulled her shorts back on and started cleaning, something that he found incredibly hot to see. Plus, he had a hunch that she wanted him to see, and bent over on purpose at just the right angle.

"Mm." He shook his head to pull himself out of his reverie. "Yeah, absolutely. After a vodka shot like that you probably shouldn't be going out anyway."

"Good point." She nodded to him. Her demeanor had changed. She wasn't the tomboyish big sister that he knew and grew up with, that she acted like anytime he was around. She was more subdued, more submissive. ...

... Even he could pick up that much. Had he basically fucked her into that state? Small wonder she fell in love with guys that fucked like animals, but were terrible people otherwise. He almost thought to criticize her about that, but then he thought, well, maybe he could protect her from that. At least for a short time.

He hadn't really been particularly protective of his sister, since he knew that she could handle herself, but in this case, he found a good way to protect her from herself. Maybe he could do for her what she did for him: give her a yardstick to measure potential partners up to. It made finding the perfect woman damn near impossible, so now it was time to return the favor and make finding the perfect man a challenge.

Without even really thinking, Mike stepped past her and went to his bedroom, just out of force of habit. He'd thrown his dirty clothes into the hamper earlier, but the shirt was still good. His shorts were still out in the living room, he could grab those later on. Still, he only usually slept naked, so there wasn't much reason to linger outside his warm, comfortable bed.

So, too, did Emma it seemed, who appeared out of nowhere next to his bed like a ninja, completely naked. Mike practically jumped out of his skin. "God dammit," he grumbled and watched her slip into bed with him, sliding under the covers with surprising grace. "I guess you can sleep with me tonight."

She smirked at him, but didn't say anything else, she just flipped onto her ...