He wakes up, to his sister…

Interlude 1 (continued)

“Jason, wake up!” Heather muttered at him, all while tossing her hair back and forth in her ecstasy. “Jason, you’re having a bad dream!” She insisted, shaking his shoulder. Suddenly, he couldn’t open his eyes, his whole body felt heavy, and despite the fact that he’d been thrusting up into Heather only a moment before, now he felt constricted, like he was suffocating, only to gasp and sit up rather suddenly, still in his clothes, with no sign of his sister’s blonde best friend.

But in her place was a wide eyed Alex, standing next to his bed, watching him anxiously.

“Alex!” He gasped, remembering he was supposed to be quiet, but not remembering why, “Where’s…?!” He stopped. His mind was starting to catch up to what was happening. It was all just a dream?

“It’s okay!” Alex whispered, kneeling down on the edge of his bed so she could hug him. “You were thrashing in your sleep.”

Jason’s guilt began to recede as he realized he hadn’t turned his sister’s best friend into a cock-hungry slut with a magic app. He settled into her embrace and let his racing heart calm down, though another part of him seemed less inclined to go back to normal right away.

Glancing down, he realized he was still quite hard from his wet dream. Only it hadn’t quite been a wet dream, at least not yet. There was dampness in his underwear, but it was just precum.

“Do you remember what it was about?” His sister asked after a moment, shifting to get a bit more comfortable sitting next to him, her legs folded beneath her now instead of raised up on her knees. This brought her head down closer to his shoulder, and her arms shifted down to follow suit, now holding around his waist instead of his chest.

“What it was about?” Jason was still a little sluggish following her thought process.

“Your nightmare. Do you remember what it was about?” She clarified.

“Oh uh…” He glanced at the tent in his crotch once again, but Alex didn’t seem to notice. “It wasn’t… I mean, it wasn’t strictly a nightmare.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I mean, there was some anxiety, and guilt, but it wasn’t… scary.”

“I see. Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Um… maybe another time. I’m… pretty tired, still.”

She regarded him for a long moment, and seemed to come to a decision. “Alright, but remember what I said before. If you’re having problems, you can talk to us.”

“I remember.”

She smiled, and gave him an extra squeeze before getting to her feet and returning to her side of the room.

This time, when he managed to fall back asleep, he did not dream.