He wakes up, to a mess.

Interlude 1 (continued)

His eyes flew open, and he cried out, finding himself suddenly on his back, reaching for his sister, who was no longer there. His sheet was still pulled over him, and he was still in his sweat pants and shirt. But his boxers were damp, and he could feel his cock pump the last few spurts of his orgasm into them as he fell back against his pillows, suppressing a groan.

It was just a dream!

The trepidation he’d felt over indulging in an act of **** began to recede as he realized he hadn’t somehow seduced his own sister.

As his heart rate slowed, he made himself get up, and go into the bathroom to wash and change his underwear. Thankfully he’d caught it before it could soak through too much, and his sweats were salvageable.

Alex was still sleeping peacefully, judging by the sounds coming from her side of the room when he got back in bed, and this time, when he slept, he did not dream.