Aunt Marcy

Looking at the three women I was torn between who I wanted more, Stephanie or my Aunt Marcy. True I'd always lusted after Stephanie, the entire sexy pixie thing really turning me on, but the idea of having sex with my sexy aunt really aroused me and my choice was obvious.

Turning my attention to my gorgeous Celtic aunt, I couldn't help but notice once more that she was behaving differently than the other women, certainly her posture and attitude seemed more natural, more like her waking self as she sat there beside my oldest sister clad only in her lacy nightie. My eyes ran over her pale skin, noticing the small patches of freckles on her bare shoulders as I looked her up and down, my gaze lingering on her full ripe breasts beneath the sheer fabric of her nightie. I licked my lips in eager anticipation as I stepped up in front of my sexy aunt, thinking once again that my Uncle Greg was a true moron for letting such a beautiful woman slip through his fingers due to his excessive drinking. Assuming I knew how she was going to answer, I started asking the same questions I had to all the women before her. "What are you doing, Aunt Marcy?" I asked, awaiting the scripted answer of Giving you your birthday present, so I was shocked when she answered differently.

"I'm awaiting your instructions, Phil," my Aunt answered in a normal sounded voice, her speech not marked by the slow drowsy quality that had marked all the other woman tonight.

"Wha... what?" I gasped, startled at this sudden turn of events, gaping at her to make sure she was truly in a trance, not believing what I'd heard for a few moments. "What did you say, Aunt Marcy?" I asked in shock, needing her to repeat it to make sure I hadn't imagined it.

"I'm awaiting your instructions, Phil," Aunt Marcy replied calmly in her slight Irish lilt.

"Why... what's different with you?" I asked, my thoughts racing futilely around in my head as I tried to figure out what was happening here. "Why are you answering differently than the others?" I challenged her.

"Probably because I'm used to this. They aren't. They have to repeat the words that you dreamt of before this all started." Aunt Marcy informed me patiently.

"The words I dreamt of?" I repeated in astonishment, trying to put this all together. "How would they know what I dreamt of?"

"We all heard it in our minds, it's part of your power, Phil," Aunt Marcy assured me as if this was common knowledge to everyone but me. "You've got the gift, inherited from your father, to make what you dream of come true. The only problem is unless someone has experienced this before or has an exceptionally strong will, they will act like they are," she confided to me, raising one hand and motioning to all the other women.

"I see," I murmured, trying to rationalize what my Aunt was telling me, my mind turning the events over and over in my head. "And you have experienced this before, with Uncle Greg, that's why you're able to act normally," I surmised, watching as she nodded her head at me words. "Will they... will you... remember all this?" I asked as the thought of the consequences of my actions hit me.

"No, they won't. It'll all appear as a fleeting dream to them, they might remember a moment or two but nothing concrete," Aunt Marcy tells you. "I'll probably remember more, but there's no guarantee. The more you use your power on any one individual the more they'll remember. I now remember everything that your Uncle dreams for me to do." She tells you with a wary regretful smile.

"How... why do I have this power? And how do I use it?" I asked her, only imagining what sort of deviant behaviors my Uncle Greg could dream up for his beautiful wife.

"You have this power because you are the oldest male child in your family, that's the way the gift is handed down. Only the oldest male child of each generation receives the gift. Your Uncle Greg has it because he's the oldest and now you have it because you are the only male in this generation of your family." Aunt Marcy explained patiently, pausing to look up at you with her entranced eyes, "as for how you use it, I think you've already figured that one out, Phil."

Her last words sent a blush of shame to my cheeks as I thought of how I'd been exploiting the women so far tonight. This gift had to have some other purpose than for me to explore my sexual fantasies... didn't it? I mean there had to be a higher purpose for a power like this. "Where did this power come from? What should I do with this gift?" I asked her as I tried to figure out what I do with this power other than sate my rampaging libido.

"I don't know for sure where the power comes from," Aunt Marcy admitted with a shrug, "but your Uncle said that you are all descended from the Greek god of sleep, Hypnos. Or more accurately, one of his sons, the oldest of the Oneiroi, Morpheus, the winged god of dreams. It seems strange, almost fantasic, but it does explain both your hereditary powers and why it follows only the oldest male child. As for what you should do with your gift, Phil," my Aunt paused as if thinking about it for a few seconds, "that is really up to you. It's your gift, use it as you see fit."

"Thanks," I replied with a frustrated grunt, frowning at the lack of guidance from my Aunt. Glancing down at my still rock hard erection prompted one more question from me, "Do you know why my erection won't go away, Aunt Marcy? Why am I still hard after everything I've done?"

"Because it was an erotic dream that you had before your power manifested itself," she tells me with a smile, "that's why all the girls got so turned on when you spoke to them and why you are still hard. How else would be able to satisfy your lust?" She asks pointedly.

"Good point, I didn't think of that," I admited with a shrug as another more personal question popped into my head. "So if it was an erotic dream, and it works to arouse everyone... are you turned on right now?" I asked eagerly, my more carnal urges overwhelming my need for information, my eyes still running up and down my shapely Aunt's body.

"Yes, Phil," Aunt Marcy told me with a grin, slowly spreading her thighs to reveal the tuft of redhair in her crotch, the swollen lips of her sex glistening with her juices. "Very much so. Now what are you instructions? What do you want me to do for you?" She asked almost impatiently despite being in a trance.