Choices

As I stood there, looking around the living room at the 'sleepwalking' women arranged around the living room, I felt my lust building, my cock which was already hard beginning to pulse in anticipation as I looked over all the shapely flesh that seemed to be offered up to me. There were a total of seven women in the living room, each one in a different state of undress as if they'd fallen into this strange trance-like state just as they were getting ready for bed.

Looking over at the sofa, I saw my youngest sister, Heather, sitting there in her pajamas, her long dark hair loose in heavy ringlets around her face. The flannel pajama pants and tank top she was wearing showed off her body to good effect, her ample breasts sagging slightly beneath her top. Heather was the heaviest of my sisters. That's not to say she was fat, or out of shape, she was just curvier than either Jenny or Stacy. She exemplified the zaftig body type and even though she was slightly self conscious of her weight, many of my friends had made flattering comments about her body to me over the years. Sitting beside Heather was her best friend Selena.

Selena had always been a key player in my 'spank bank' of fantasy girls, with her latino looks and slender body. She had long dark hair, usually worn down, although the last couple of weeks she'd been curling it and added weird blonde highlights that I couldn't stand. She had full plump lips and large dark brown eyes that always seemed to me to be bedroom eyes despite Selena's very prim and proper upbringing. I had always known that Selena had a good body, I'd fantasized about it enough over the years, but now I was able to get a good look at it as she sat there on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of light blue panties. Her breasts were full and appeared firm, her nipples hard brown nubs that I had trouble tearing my eyes off of as I turned my attention to the girl sitting next to Selena, Stephanie.

Stephanie was a friend of my sister Jenny, although how she and Jenny ever became friends was something of a mystery. While Jenny was all about sports, celebrities, and fashion, Jenny lived in a fantasy world, reading numerous fantasy novels and even playing live action role playing games. She was the ultimate nerd, albeit the hottest nerd I'd ever seen. She was petite, barely 5'3" and amply endowed, her breasts probably near a 34D. She had short blonde hair that added to her petite stature made her look like a pixie or elf. I'd always thought of her as a hot tinkerbell with horn rimmed glasses. She was the only girl there that seemed completely dressed, still wearing her tight jeans and baggy t-shirt.

Kristen was perched on the arm of the couch, her arms crossed beneath her full breasts. Kristen was a friend of my sister Stacy, they both worked at the local bank as tellers, and Kristen had never liked me. She'd been rude and dismissive from the moment I met her. Which was too bad as she was drop dead gorgeous with long dark hair and large expressive green eyes. She could have been a model with her height, nearly 6' tall, and amazing figure. Perhaps that was why she had such an attitude, she was hot and she knew it... I smiled as I imagined her reaction if she ever found out I'd seen her like this, perched there wearing only her black lace bra and panties and one sock on her left foot. She must have been in the process of changing when whatever happened, happened, I mused as I turned to look at my sister Jenny standing beside the fireplace.

Jenny was three years older than I was, she'd just turned 21 a few months ago and was enjoying the life of a college senior. She had the same dark brown hair as we all did, a coloring and style inherited from our Mom. Of all my sisters, Jenny had the best body, slender but curvy, with full firm ample breasts. She was standing beside the fireplace, wearing only a tight tank top, my eyes automatically drawn to the small strip of dark hair between her toned thighs.

I probably would have continued staring at my sister Jenny if my oldest sister Stacy hadn't moved past me, her slender body moving with that strange loose quality that all the women were displaying as she moved over to sit on the loveseat next to our Aunt Marcy. My mouth which was already gaping open in awe spread even wider as I gaped in shock at my Aunt Marcy.

Aunt Marcy was my Uncle Greg's wife who had come to stay with us while she filed for divorce from my dad's alcoholic brother. I'd always liked Aunt Marcy, she was the cool aunt, always seeming to know more than our parents did about today's culture and never judging us on our behaviour or fashions. The other reason I'd always liked Aunt Marcy was the fact that she was totally hot with long curly red hair and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She spoke with a slight Irish lilt, the only reminder of her family's emigration when she was a child, but that accent always excited me almost as much as her svelte body which was shown to good effect by the short lace nightie she was wearing. What caused me to gape in astonishment at my Aunt even more than her skimpy nightgown was the fact that unlike all the other women, she seemed to be awake... or at least not as deeply in a trance as the rest of them. Her stance was more natural, the way she moved was as if she was conscious, which made me wonder why? What was different about her?

I knew I should try to find out, that I should put my lustful thoughts on hold and try to figure out all these mysterious circumstances, but as my gaze traveled around the room once more, I felt my arousal redouble. What should I do? Should I resist my carnal urges and try to find out what is happening here... or should I surrender to my desires and figure things out later?