A Dream Come True Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 01

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As he opened the door to his apartment, fumbling lightly with the keys in the growing darkness cast by rain clouds moving in, he opened the door and was greeted with the low drone of his television being on. He paused. Normally, he was a little more diligent about turning it off before he left for the day, but it wasn't abnormal for him to forget now and then. Usually he would try to be more conscientious about his energy usage to keep his utility bills down even though he didn't need to with his current salary, which gave him plenty of wiggle room on things like that. It was just a habit that remained from his college days, when he made the mistake of living off campus in a tiny apartment, living off a dollar or two a day for food and fretting the next wave of monthly bills.

He fully stepped into the house, and noted that the lights were also on as he shut the door and locked it behind him. Just as he set the keys down in the bowl on the table nearest the door and hung his jacket, he heard the fridge close and light footsteps on the tile floor. He froze immediately, but the figure that walked around the corner immediately put him at ease. If it were a burglar, he should've known that they wouldn't be rooting around in his fridge. It was, thankfully, Emma.

"Jesus Christ, Emma, you about gave me a heart attack."

He'd long since forgotten that he'd made copies of his apartment key and sent them to Emma and his parents, just in case they needed to get in for ...

... whatever reason. From time to time, his sister would come in completely unannounced and crash on his couch when she was drunk, or would come to steal his food and relax, which happened to be the case this time. He had a sinking suspicion that it was these little visits that helped set off the lustful dreams he had from time to time, and there was a specific reason for that.

Chiefly, because anytime Emma came over, she made herself completely at home. Barring the presence of anyone else, of course, she would come steal one of his shirts and wear it to preserve her modesty. Which was especially funny considering that she would often wear the extremely short shorts that she often wore when she was a teenager herself, something that drove him absolutely crazy. He assumed that she did it because it was just in her nature to do so. Whether or not she knew what it did to him was a question that would forever remain a mystery.

"Just coming to see my bro, make sure he's living a clean and healthy lifestyle and not running off with some hussy. STI's are really prevalent these days, and mom and dad still want grandkids, you know?" Emma smirked at him, flopping down onto his couch comfortably, not unlike the way a male friend might. She picked up the remote and began to skim the channels. He noted the presence of a beer in her other hand, probably one of the last ones, if not the last one. He didn't usually keep an active mental tally or anything.

"I'm well aware." Mike stepped past ...