He wakes up, to a mess.

Interlude 1 (continued)

His eyes flew open, and he cried out, reaching out for Heather. But the busty blonde wasn’t 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!

His guilt slowly receded as he realized he hadn’t turned his sister’s best friend into a cock-hungry slut with a magic app.

As his heartrate 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.