Are You Dreaming?

With her apartment being painted and remodeled, beautiful, sexy single, Cheryl Denali, took her brother, Jay, up on his offer to stay with him. Jay had a spacious apartment with storage, so, she could take whatever she wanted with her if needed. The hot-bodied, raven-haired sister was a clothes and makeup hound, thus, Jay expected both.

Arriving earlier than stated, Cheryl threw her arms around Jay, thanking him for the offer. Her 3" long, dark burgundy nails touched his face as she held his chin and gave him their usual, quick-lipped kiss.

"Muuwha!" she smiled, smacking their lips together. Jay pulled her in for another, which was easily granted.

"Roomie for, what a week? Two?" Jay asked, his hands remaining on her crop top-bared waist and midsection. "Stay as long as you want..Hell, stay for good!" he smiled, only partially joking. He'd have "Cher" live with him as long as she ever wanted.

"You're the sweetest thing ever..I know you love me" Cheryl correctly stated, putting her things away in the guest bedroom. Which, even she knew, was likely only for show. She'd sleep with Jay during her stay.

The two had dinner, caught up, and Cher traded her jeans for low-slung sweatpants. Her green and white crop top remained. The outfit presented her deep, oval innie navel perfectly, to Jay's delight.

As they watched tv and relaxed, Cheryl nodded off to sleep. Jay repositioned her so she was comfy and didn't strain her neck, and had some flirty fun flipping her crop top over her bulging tits, however, other than that, let her deep into lala land.

Resting himself, Jay thought he heard her speak.

"Because then we we-nt to the ga-me..Denise Brown..Fence.." Cheryl spoke. Jay sat up to listen, with a slight laugh.

"She's talking in her sleep..Dreaming or something" Jay mused. "Let's see where this goes.."

"Ten-nis skirt..Yeah pleated..Gotta sha-ve mah legs..Kinyhou imag-ine..Dine hall.." she rambled on. "She borr-owed mah naypolish..".

Jay tried to make sense of it all, however, found such a bit difficult. "So, she went to the game with Denise Brown, her old friend..That makes sense. Fence? Maybe a football game? I do remember her wearing a white tennis skirt for something. Short, her ass looked great. Pleats? Probably..Dining hall? The Commons, at college, maybe? And did Denise Brown borrow her nails polish? I can see that. Denise's nails were like Cher's.. Long and polished" he reasoned, though taken together, was a mishosh.

"Try to talk to her..See what she does" Jay decided. "Let's have some fun with her. Already have her top up..Damn, look at those on her.." he stated, gazing at her round ample tits.

"Are we going to the dining hall, Cher? Wearing your tennis skirt?" Jay asked his sleeping, top exposed, hot sister. "Legs shaved".

"Well, yeah, but it started by the shelf..You know, where, the shelf..An that one night..Like a mop" Cheryl continued, making little sense.

"She's deep into whatever right now..Ok, let's try this" Jay decided.

"Cher-yl..Hot in here..You want to change into..Your bikini? Think so?" Jay inquired. "Lose those sweats..Too hot for those. You need your bikini..Or less" he tested her reaction.

Dropping her sweatpants to the floor, green-eyeshadowed eyes closed, sly, sexy smile wide, Cheryl replied to Jay.

"There, nhooo sweapants..Whures mah kini? Costed me sixty doll-ers..Mah kini..I sessy!" she laughed.

With her sweats down and crop over her bulging tits, Jay set out to get her naked, in this frame of dreamland mind control. Sure, they'd had sex many times and being naked together was a regular thing, but this..This dreaming, suggestible, mind control of her was new territory.