A Dream Come True Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 01

... able to watch the football game and chat with his friends; practically a wife, submissive and content to clean and cook. This was probably easier for her because their parents were much the same. Their mother was the co-founder of a tech startup that dealt with proprietary software, customized to fit the needs of the shippers of farm products and general agriculture. Their father was a chef for a rising celebrity, one that would often fly around the world at a moment's notice.

To say the least, while she was a daddy's girl growing up, a lot of their mother rubbed off on her as well, probably because their father was often absent. Still, their father taught her to cook, and their mother taught her to be independent. Her rebellious years made her become more of a tomboy, and it showed in her athleticism. Because she borrowed so heavily from both sides of their family, one would have expected her to not be particularly good at everything. After all, as the saying goes, 'Jack of all trades, master of none.' Emma, however, personified the rest of the quote that people tended to miss, or forget: 'but oftentimes better than a master of one.'

In comparison, Mike was considerably different. While he wasn't agile or athletic, he was strong, preferring to lift weights at the gym while staring at the cardio bunnies there. A bull to his sister's cheetah. He was also smart, more book smart than the street smart that his sister tended to be. Not that he lacked common sense or ...

... anything. His sister was an amazing multitasker, able to do multiple things at once without breaking a sweat, but she was sometimes slow at it. He was far more comfortable focusing completely on one task at a time and getting it done quickly with laser precision. She was oftentimes aloof and late, while he was considerate and punctual. So on and so forth, you get the idea.

Here now, at the age of 23, in his own empty apartment, Mike stared at the ceiling before he willed himself to get up. The five minutes he'd masturbated almost immediately upon waking up cut into his usually tight morning schedule. He slipped out of bed, hopped into the shower, got dressed and turned on the TV so it could drone in the background while he poured a breakfast of cold cereal. Bran flakes with fruit. Once he pulled his lunch from the fridge, already prepared a day prior, he grabbed his briefcase and left.

Mike was a structural engineer. Specifically, one that focused on the integrity of buildings, mostly dealing with final inspections of ones that had already been built. It wasn't the most luxurious job, but it paid well enough and was a consistent and secure way for him to make money. Today was an office day, much to his disappointment. He preferred to be out in the field, but there were still days when paperwork stacked up and he had to do something about it. Things wouldn't be read and signed all by their lonesome, after all.

"Good morning, Mr. Hall!" came the usual chipper voice of his ...