'Like absolute dog-crap'

You blink absentmindedly at the ceiling and groan before pulling your forearm over your eyes. You recoil at touching yourself, you're drenched in sweat! Ewwww... You sit up in bed and realize that sweat was the least worrying of your body fluids to find yourself covered in. You stare down at your sheets and see a thick viscous fluid coating the middle of your sheet.

'Is that... is that - dammit. What a way to start the morning' you think to yourself annoyed. 'Covered in sperm - great... just freaking great.' You pull the soiled bedding away from you and the smell of sweat and sex fills your nostrils - you crumple the ruined bedding and toss it into the laundry basket. You hear the door rattle behind you, and turn to find your door swing ajar. Weird.

You walk over to the door and peek outside - you see the back of Shelly's hair flick upwards as she makes her way down the stairs. 'Was Shelly spying on me? That's so weird...' you muse before shaking the event off and heading for the showers. The cold spray of the shower head blasts you to full alert.

"AH! Shit!" you exclaim while you fumble with the knobs before the hot water finally kicks in and you finally can enjoy your morning shower. Shower, brush your teeth, comb your hair, and all your other mundane morning ablutions are finished without much issue - and you trundle off downstairs no worse the wear.

You find your sister Shelly halfway through her breakfast as you open the ice-box.

"Shel, where's the milk?" You ask as you look deep into the reaches of your fridge. You peek around the door and see Shelly drinking down a full glass of milk before smiling mischievously.

"Sorry bro, early bird gets the worm!" she chirps before laughing at your misfortune.

"Yeah yeah, I hope you **** on a bag of worms" you quip back before looking for something else to eat.

"Awww John, don't be so salty! Here, I saved you some pancakes." She pats the table while pointing at the small stack of pancakes. Weird. Shelly normally isn't THIS nice.

You plop down onto the chair across her and drizzle the syrup over the top; Shelly eyes you strangely as you bite down into the soft fluffy bread. You return the stare.

"Whuh ah you lookhin at?" you ask her with a mouth full of syrupy goodness.

"Classy John, real classy - lemme guess, you're gonna blow your nose into your sleeve next?" she teases. She opens her mouth to continue again "I'm just... ya know, making sure you're all right. Is that a crime?"

'Okay, most things that Shelly says to you are either insults or requests for something. Who was this girl and what did she want?' you think to yourself as you help yourself to another bite of fluffy goodness. You chew and swallow before nonchalantly answering.

"I'm fine."

"Oh? No girl troubles?" she asks, her eyes never leaving yours. 'Where did that come from?' you wonder to yourself.

"Yeah - just one problem."

Her eyes widen and she leans in as if to hear some juicy secret. "What bro? What kind of girl problems?"

Your smirk before answering: "I can't get any girls. That's my problem." You laugh to yourself as you see your sister's disappointment with your answer streak down her face. She peers at you again and her voice sounds out once more.

"Oh yeah? Well then who's Amelie?"

"Huh? Who's that?" you respond quizzically in genuine confusion.

"I don't know - you tell me. Is she some secret girlfriend you have or something?" her eyes narrow as she interrogates you.

"Look sis, I don't know what kind of **** you been on lately - but I don't have a girlfriend and I don't know who this Amelie or whoever is."

She searches your face for some sort of hint of a lie - but gives up as you are honestly clueless to what she's talking about.

"UGGGGHHHHH never mind then. You just kept saying the name 'Amelie' in your sleep so I figured I'd ask." She gets up from the table and drops her dish into the sink before heading out into the living room.

That was strange. But you learned two things from this encounter:

1. You sleeptalk apparently.
2. Your sister was watching you in your sleep.

'Did she see me ejaculate in my sleep?' you ponder to yourself before shaking the thought off and picking up your schoolbag.