Jeremiah dreams, has a run in with his sister Stacey, and pursues Lauren; a lot. By BreakTheBar. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When the Morning Comes Trying to go to sleep after your evening jerk off session is interrupted by an obese fairy serving the magical powers of Fertility is not really an easy task. Suffice it to say, I wasn’t exactly in the mood mentally any more, even if the rest of me was ready to go. There was way too much to think about. Adama, the dirty-mouthed fairy, had left me with more questions than answers for the most part. My future, whatever it meant to sit as one of the Seat of Threes ruling council, had just become a much odder prospect than going off to college next fall. Of more immediate interest, though, was her explanation of my powers. Anything I wanted, as long as I had enough juice in the tank. So far I’d cast two spells, one of them making my dick bigger and the other to kill off my sperm as soon as they exited my body. The first one was in the heat of the moment, the second one planned between me and Lauren. Lauren. Just thinking about her gave me those warm chills. Sure, that might be a cliche but it’s just how it felt, knowing the girl I’ve been friends with for years, and had a crush on for most of that time, was finally my girl. Forget all the magic and her being my ‘Prime,’ yesterday would have been unforgettable without any of that. I had had sex with Lauren! And that’s what I went to sleep thinking about. Powers and spells and possibilities, but most of all, sex. I dreamed, which wasn’t uncommon. I usually wake up in the morning remembering vivid events and scenes, sometimes slamming the snooze button to try and catch a last few moments of something delicious before I lose the sensation. This dream was different though, it wasn’t so much the false experiences of my sleeping brain, it was deeper, full of urge and desire and most of all a sense of hollowness. Something was missing in me. It’s not a surprise that the dream had to do with sex, considering my last day had been consumed by the subject. It started out in one of those odd circumstances only your brain can rationalize, not in a porno bad acting kind of way, but in that 'this makes no sense but is perfectly natural’ way of dreams. It slowly solidified, my body remembering the warmth of coupling, the closeness and the tactile sensations. Skin on skin, lying next to each other. The grazing touches on places usually left untouched, the feeling of lips and fingertips and knees and thighs. The feeling of a mouth on mine, a mouth on me. The girl in my dreams changed as it went on, sometimes it was Lauren. Sometimes it was someone else. Lindsey, Lauren’s strikingly sexy older sister. Girls from school, some of them friends, others less than. My English teacher, Mrs. Morrison.. Stacy. My sister was in there, and started to become the focal point of the whole swirling dream. Her heart shaped face, smiling warmly down at me, eyes flashing like they did when she was teasing me about one thing or another. Her taut stomach, a visible six-pack of abs brushing against my body. Her warm, humming chuckle when she was too comfortable to laugh outright; almost a purr deep in her chest. Then she was gone, replaced again by Lauren. It’s funny, what you dream about compared to what you think of when you’re jerking off. Boobs and asses take a backseat, instead it was the way her lips looked when she licked them lightly then bit her lower lip. It was the arch of her back as I entered her from behind, the muscles twisting under her skin and her shoulder blades moving in time with our thrusts. It was the smell of her hair as I lay beside her, and the feel of her tight thighs as I held on to her. Lauren drifted through my unconsciousness and instead of her I was kissing Mrs. Morrison, her heaving breasts pressing against my chest as she pulled me towards her. Her full lips pressed into mine and I could feel the tension in her, the dangerous adrenaline of doing something illicit. Her hand trailed down my body and slipped between my legs, but then she was gone and I was being held from behind. I looked down at the hands and I recognized the little heart shaped tattoo at the crux of thumb and forefinger just before her breath came hot and heavy on my neck. Angela, a girl who had graduated from our high school two years ago. She’d been a tease back then in school, and still was down at the mall where she worked retail. She wore her skirts tight enough to see her panty lines and her blouses sheer enough to see bright red bras underneath. She kissed my ear and I reached around behind me, my hand slipping up her bare side and then back down to her hip and thigh. She sighed heavily and flicked her tongue in my ear, letting out a little moan that drifted into nothingness as she faded just as her hand crept down my torso. It kept going, thoughts and figments drifting through my head as one woman after another from my spank bank emptied into my dreams. Dozens of them holding me, caressing me, whispering sweet words through my thoughts. Sometimes they even moaned my name as if I were inside them, fulfilling them like they couldn’t believe. Several times they even sounded surprised, as if the thought that it was me shocked them. Every time I was about to be touched though, possibly given some relief as a hand or mouth moved towards my groin, they faded away into the haze around us to be replaced. My body was shaking, needing some sort of relief, but all I received were teasing sounds, glimpses of flesh, and light caresses. Finally I had had enough, and as the next body wrapped around me, holding me from behind as if we were laying on our sides, I took hold of the arm beneath me firmly and turned, pressing my mouth to hers before she could react. She kissed me back forcefully, her teeth nipping at my lip as my hands searched her lean body, roughly pawing hip and breast and ass. I was on top of her now, her legs wrapped around me as I continued to shove my tongue down her throat. I wanted relief, needed it horribly, and I began to take it by guiding my cock into her. Beautiful relief swept over me; I was inside of her, no more games or chasing, rooted fully. The humming chuckle deep in her throat, as if she was immensely pleased with everything in the world, made me break our breathless, endless kiss and realize the face before me, the body under me. Stacy was looking at me, her eyes hooded and her mouth agape as she moaned from our coupling. My mind reeled, unable to comprehend. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, this was wrong. I needed to stop, this had to stop. I jerked away and she groaned beneath me. She reached out, trying to grab a hold of me, pull me back to her, but this time I was the one to flit away into the haze. I was running, if you could call it that, fleeing what I couldn’t handle. Wouldn’t handle. I finally slowed when I heard laughter echoing through me, the warm, low laugh that felt like home and warmth. As if I stepped through a doorway or a window, I found her lying there, limbs akimbo and the sheets of a bed spread around roughly. There was another person in the bed, blonde and long haired, but I ignored it as I pressed myself into Lauren’s body and hugged her to me. She laughed again, then pulled me to her and our bodies were so close I could feel ourselves becoming one. She kissed me, and kissed me again more firmly when I didn’t respond immediately. I kissed her back and she groaned into my mouth; I was inside her, my cock splitting her open as she rode me, as I pressed down into her, as I devoured her from below and as I held her tightly to me and fucked her in every position imaginable. Release was swift but rewarding, relief flooding me and emptying me until I was full and spent and my sleep became undisturbed, buried deeper than my unconscious mind could reach. I woke up without my alarm, which was uncommon in and of itself. I knew immediately something was wrong though because I was cold. Really cold. And I was wet. What the hell was going on? I groggily yawned and pulled myself up into a sitting position, but the feel of drenched sheets beneath me had me leaping out of bed almost immediately. My boxers, the only thing I had worn to bed, might as well have been a darker shade of blue, they were so wet, and my sheets were soaked from top to bottom. I was sweaty all over, which spoke to much of the moisture, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that the majority of the wetness seemed to be concentrated midway along the bed. Had I pissed myself like an eight year old? I leaned down and sniffed, but it didn’t smell like piss. It smelt like- “A wet fucking dream? Are you kidding me?” I shook my head in wonder. I’d emptied my balls twice yesterday while having real sex, and somehow I still managed to have not only enough to spurt out during a sexy dream, but enough to soak my god damned bed? What the fuck? Yawning again, I looked at the clock. It was almost an hour earlier than I usually woke up, but there was no way I was lying back down in the mess that was my bed. Shaking my head ruefully, I began stripping the sheets and came up with my reason I was doing laundry so early in the morning. I wasn’t feeling well last night and I sweat like crazy. It was partially true, and made sense that I didn’t want to sleep in my own stink, or let it dry into the sheets or the mattress. A little bit of air freshener and my room would be back to normal… ish. I was quiet going about my business, slipping down the stairs and into the basement where our laundry room was. I shoved the entire bundle in, along with a handful of socks I’d used as cumrags in the last week, then turned on the washing machine and made my way back upstairs. I could get dressed and figure out what the hell had been going on in my head last night, little bits and pieces of my dream sticking around past the second and a half I usually remembered them after waking up. A nice shower would do me good, and I especially needed it the way I probably stank after what I’d done to myself, however unintentional. I yawned again and instead of heading to my room made a sharp right into the upstairs bathroom. I probably wouldn’t have even noticed until I bumped into her, I was so distracted, but my sister’s shriek popped me out of my stupor. I blinked quickly three times, the scene burning into my mind. Stacey’s face, eyes wide in shock, mouth hanging open from her yell of surprise. Oh my god, she’s topless. Boobs. Legs stretched out, half covered in shaving cream. At this point my mind was shutting down, all thought leaving me in the space of- Aaaand she’s not just topless. She was half sitting on the counter, on leg up with a foot in the sink and the other leg bracing her from the floor. Full crotch display. I let out a little, “Uh,” and then quickly stepped back out and slammed the door shut in front of me. The fact that I was now staring at a bathroom door and could still see her in my head had me dazedly rubbing at my eyes. Full fucking monty. I couldn’t even process everything I’d just seen. Her boobs were smaller than Lauren’s, like two perky domes on her taut chest capped by those ever-pointed chubby-delicious nipples that had been teasing me from behind bras and shirts all those years. The fact that I was describing my sister’s nipples like a Willy Wonka candy bar was totally lost on me. I walked straight into my room, shut the door and sat on my bare mattress. The corner suddenly became highly interesting as I stared off into space, those long two seconds frozen in my mind. I think the scariest part was that I was feeling deja vu over seeing my sister’s vagina. I’d seen it before in my dream. Where Lauren was all clean lines and definition, Stacy was lippy. She had two puffy outer labia, but also a pair of dominant inner lips sticking out briefly from her folds. Her position left her entire cunt on display to me, and from those seconds I felt like I knew everything about her except the smell and taste. She was completely bald down there, and the fact that my head could conjure up an image of my dream-dick pressing into her had me nearly hyperventilating. Everything about her, nipples to cooch, had looked delicious. Delicious? What the fuck, self? This was my sister I was thinking about. There were lines, damn it. I sat there for a long time just staring at the corner of my room, partially in shock and partially trying to figure out what I was feeling. The worst part was that I was starting to remember one of the highlights of my dream, or maybe it was a low point. Sure, I’d stroked off to thoughts of my sister’s ass before, or what her tits might look like, and even her mixed in with a bunch of other girls in a good old fashioned imaginary orgy. That didn’t mean I was a fan of having realistic dreams about fucking her one-on-one, was I? It had been so good, though. I heard the bathroom door open and shut, followed by her bedroom. About twenty minutes later she left and I heard the front door open and shut downstairs. She was gone and hadn’t said anything to me. Did she feel violated? Did she think I’d done that on purpose? I hoped the answer was a clear no to both, but I also wondered if some part of me had burst through that bathroom door knowing she was in there. I couldn’t figure out how, but considering I had found out that I had a magic dick less than twenty four hours ago I had to wonder what other weird, perverted stuff might happen. Sighing heavily, I stood back up. There was only one way I was going to get an answer about that part of my life, and quite honestly I really didn’t feel like jerking off at the moment. I needed some sort of answers though, and this was the only way to get them. I staggered to the washroom and stood in the doorway for a long moment, the view I’d had flashing through my head again and I felt guilty all over because I knew jerking off wasn’t going to be an issue. I soaped myself before fondling around at my half-chubbed dick, getting myself hard as I tried to reason out what was going on, the heat from the water steaming up the bathroom as I stroked myself with my eyes closed.. “Mm, in the shower, that’s hot baby boy.” She was perched up on the shower-head, and was apparently grinding her fat little cooch on the metal as she straddled the pipe, shifting her weight forwards and backwards. “Okay, that’s enough, I need an answer to something important.” I spoke quietly, hoping to make sure my voice didn’t carry and I wasn’t overheard talking to myself, or a magical creature, in the bathroom. “Oh really?” Adama responded, “What could possibly have changed since you went to bed last night? What’s the emergency?” Well, that answered one question, I thought. She doesn’t know everything that happens to me, she needs to be paying attention. “I had a dream last night like I’ve never had before, and while most of it wasn’t very surprising some of the… content was.” “Ooh,” She said, eyebrow wiggling, “You had a sexy dream. What happened?” I rolled my eyes and recounted drifting between dream partners, feeling their touches and hearing their whispers until I tried to take control and ended up dream-fucking Stacey, then running to Lauren and finding relief with her. “Well I don’t see what the problem is,” the little rotund pixie said breathily as she continued her lewd display of self pleasure. Not that I could really complain considering I had to jerk off to feed her enough latent sexual energy to even appear in the first place. “You were unsatisfied, so your unconscious mind went searching for satisfaction. Jumping into dreams of people who arouse you isn’t that big a deal.” “What?” I asked sharply. “Are you saying I wasn’t just dreaming about it, I was in their dreams? They experienced it all as well?” “Of course. And that means every naughty whisper, every moan, every caress was all them.” “Were they all dreaming about me before I, well, invaded their space?” The thought that I’d been dream stalking women didn’t sit well with me. Teachers, girls at school, around town, even a couple of neighbours, no one I had ever jerked off to had been missing from my dream lineup, and if I’d been dream stalking them, then with Stacey… “Holy shit, I didn’t just- I didn’t just dream rape my sister did I?” “Oh, little boo, still so finickity. Forcing your way into someone’s dream takes a much more concerted effort; both of your consciousnesses were willing and able. Sounds like you were having a blast to me, maybe you two should try it in real life.” “Maybe not. That’s incest,” I deadpanned back. “So what?” She retorted, “It’s all relative.” Her eyes gleamed from the pun. “Ugh,” I groaned, my sister rising in my mind again as I continued to stroke myself, the water from the shower cascading over me. “Fuck. How do I make sure I’m not… pushing myself onto the women in my life when I’m asleep? Is there some mental exercise I can do or something?” Adama grinned wickedly, “Or something. Just make sure you don’t go to bed unsatisfied and you shouldn’t have any problems, dreams or otherwise.” “Fucking- What the fuck does 'or otherwise’ mean? What else could happen?” “Use your imagination, sweet cheeks. As your little cum buck” She stopped and corrected herself, “As Lauren likes to say, you’ve got a magic dick. You can get into all kinds of trouble.” The First Full Day I trudged into school, over to my locker and just sort of rested my head against it, my eyes closed to the busy hallway. I was just over twelve hours into a sexual relationship with Lauren and I was already dreaming of other people. Not only that, but I was dreaming about my own sister and just so happened to see her buck-naked not moments afterwards. Fate, magical presence, whatever the fuck was going on, all it was doing was making me feel like a horrible god-damned person. I jolted upright when a hand grabbed my crotch, spinning around and finding myself smothered in Lauren’s embrace. She backed me up to the lockers with a thud, her laughter warm and enticing, and then she pulled my head down and kissed me. I still felt guilty, but there was no helping the fact that I was enjoying it, her tongue dancing with mine, her hand pressed between us and rubbing at my crotch. One of my hands slid down her side and hip to grab her ass and I was surprised to feel something other than her characteristic jeans. We finally broke apart and my hand slid back up to her hip, hers however stayed pressed and hidden between our bodies, pressing up against my half chub. “Mm, miss me?” She asked with a wicked smile. “Yes,” I managed to breath out. “Lauren, I-” “Hold on, I want to say something first.” Her grin slackened a bit and she looked around to double check no one was listening in on us. Then she got serious. “About our conversation yesterday. I think I want just one more rule other than you have to tell me. I want all the firsts.” I looked down at her questioningly and she sighed, “You know, any time you want to try something new. It has to be me. First threesome I have to be there, first time having sex in a public place. First time using toys. That kind of stuff.” I looked down at her, the guilt eating me inside. “Okay.” Her grin grew again, “Well Okay then.” She started to pull away, “I need to get to class-” I pulled her back to me and she closed her eyes, obviously expecting a kiss. I obliged, but it was quick and she gave me the same questioning look I had given her. “Lauren, I need to tell you something…” I leaned in close and told her everything. The dream, the run in with my sister, and the conversation with Adama afterwards, including the fact that I finished jerking off afterwards to thoughts of Stacey. “And now I feel like shit because, well, all of it. I feel like I cheated on you the night we told each other I love you. If you wanna be finished, I understand…” I trailed off quietly. I was surprised when she turned her head and kissed my neck. I was even more surprised when her hands took mine and surreptitiously guided them under her skirt - that’s what I was feeling - and to her bare cunt. My first thought was amazement that she had dared not to wear panties under a skirt, the second was shock at how wet she was. She groaned and pulled my hand away again before looking me in the eye. “I told you, Jeremiah, all you have to do is tell me about it afterwards. It’s not like you did anything anyways, all you did was dream and jerk off.” She smiled up at me, a glint in her eye, “Honestly, I had a sexy dream last night too. It was probably because of our plans about my sister, but I dreamed I was making out with her in bed and you were watching, and then you couldn’t contain yourself anymore and you jumped in and fucked me until we both passed out.” I was less stunned then I might have looked about the fact that she was making out with her sister, even in a dream. It was more how almost exact her memory of the dream was compared to my own. Adama had been right, it hadn’t just been my dream, it had been their dreams too. I had to wonder how many women I had been the central focus of last night. “So- so you’re ok with… stuff?” “Okay with it?” Lauren asked, then laughed quietly, “Fuck Jerry, if we’re going to rope in my sister, bringing in yours too makes complete sense. Plus, I love Stacey, she’s always been good with you and me, and she is totally hot. No, it’s not a problem, whatever ends up happening. In fact, I hope it does, but whenever you think is right. For both of you.” She bit her lip and glanced up and down the hallway, which was quickly clearing out as the first class was about to start. “And now I don’t think I can wait any more.” She grabbed my hand, which was still a little slick with her juices, and pulled me towards a girl’s bathroom. She went in quickly without me, then burst out the door and yanked me in, quickly shoving me into a toilet stall. Lauren kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated, one of my hands coming up to grope her tits through her sweater while the other planted above her on the wall. She broke the kiss, turned around and flipped up her skirt to reveal her bare ass. “I figured today I should be prepared. We did say 'anytime, anywhere.” She grinned over her shoulder at me and wiggled her eyebrows as she arched her back, sticking her ass out and spreading her legs to give me access. I used one hand to rub at her cunt lightly while I used the other to unzip my pants and fish out my dick. “Well, I appreciate the effort. I think you should wear skirts way more often, and not just for this. You look gorgeous today. Not that you don’t every day, but- ugh, you get it.” She smiled over her shoulder at me again, “Thanks, Jer. Now, will you get that big cock in me, please? I had dreams last night too and they didn’t end as good as yours.” I rubbed my head up and down her slit twice before I centred on her hole and eased myself in. She was wet enough that I easily managed to slide in almost five inches, and just as quickly I started to feel the fireworks in my head again. I shunted them to the back of my consciousness and took a couple of small thrusts, working most of my dick into Lauren. “Come on,” she growled at me lowly, “Just fuck me already, I’m not gonna break. We need to get to class.” “Alright,” I said, and pulled out almost all the way before stuffing all eight and a half inches into her in one hard thrust. She moaned lowly and I pulled out and repeated the motion, slow hard thrusts pushing her into the wall. I picked up the pace gradually, forcing Lauren to use her hands to brace against the stall wall while I fucked her silly. I managed to stop most of my thrusts so that I wasn’t making a huge slapping sound as her ass met my legs, but Lauren started to get loud with her moaning and whispered pleas for me to go harder. I let go of her hips and grabbed her by the tits from behind, pulling her into a more upright position. “Bite down on your arm,” I commanded, and she did, smothering the noises leaking out of her mouth. I managed to slip one hand, then the other, under her sweater and the shirt beneath, getting my hands up under her bra and I started tweaking her nipples as I fucked into her. I was starting to get close when she grunted loudly several times and her cunt clamped down on me tightly, but I kept thrusting. Her grunting turned into a whine for just a moment before she grunted again, her cunt spasming around my cock. She released her arm from her mouth and looked back at me with a glazed expression like she was drunk. “So good,” she murmured, and I thrust into her a couple more times. “I’m close,” I said. She seemed to sober up at that and used one hand to push me back and out of her. “Can’t cum in me, it’ll drip down my legs all day. Cum in my mouth.” She got down on her knees on the tile floor, took my hips in her hands and started gobbling down my cock, pulling me forward. Now it was my turn to moan as she instantly started going to town on my dick. We both knew deep throating was probably a bad idea since it would get messy, but I wasn’t about to complain. Thirty seconds later I grunted and braced myself against the stall walls as her tongue slid over my head. I managed a quick, “Here it comes,” and then I was rocking in place as my knees tried to give way. I felt blast after blast sliding into Lauren’s mouth and she swallowed it all down quickly. I pulled back and sat down on the toilet behind me while trying to catch my breath. Lauren grinned and licked her lips before grabbing a line of toilet paper and dabbing under her skirt. “Yep, I was right. Even better from the source.” She stood up and sat on my lap, carefully avoiding putting weight on my wilting penis. “Gotta be honest though, I think I like the other way better.” She kissed me on the cheek and curled up in my lap, hugging me close as I put my arms around her. After a few moments I nudged her though, “Laur, I’d love to stay like this for a bit, but we need to get to class.” She sighed and nodded, getting up off of me and finally letting me slip my dick back into my pants. Lauren checked the hallway quickly, then waved me out after her. We stood in the hallway, lightly clinging to each other’s hand, unsure of what to say. Finally, I shrugged and said, “I love you.” She smiled warmly and came in close, kissing me lightly. “I love you too.” Then her grin turned a little wicked again, “Plus another first. Bathroom sex.” I laughed and she continued, “As for more firsts, I think we need to get a big one out of the way. If you’re gonna get more involved with your sis, I know where you’re gonna want to slip that anaconda eventually.” She winked and then backed up a couple steps before turning on her heels and walking down the empty school hallway. “Wait, what do you mean?” I called after her. She flashed me a smile over her shoulder, then flipped up the back of her skirt, showing me her bare ass quickly, before turning a corner out of site. It took a long moment for me to realize what she meant. Holy shit. She wants me to fuck her in the ass, and she wants me to do it so that I can fuck my sister in the ass too. I had to waddle down the hallway to class, trying to rearrange my re-rising hard on. To be continued. By BreakTheBar for Literotica