Jenny has a weird next day

Author's Note: This branch will mostly follow Jenny's POV (or at the very least, not focus on Simon's) and focus on how she experience the events of the story while being mostly oblivious to them. Even though there's a point of divergence between the two pathes due to Simon's choices, I will try my best to stay true to the main path regarding the personalities and backstories of the characters as well as the slug's physiology.

POV: Jenny

Day 2

I spent a weird night, full of extremely vivid, disturbing, erotic dreams. I don't remember ever having one of those before, so for a first time they were quite... raunchy. For starter, my little brother Simon was involved in all of them. And for some reason, I was increasingly submissive toward this dork. What started as a rather innocent massage devolved into a blowjob. And then he crept into my bedroom at night and fucked me doggy style. That was... intense! I think in my dream we also had a few conversations around and during the fucking, but I can't remember any of the things we said. But the sex... every second of it, every physical and emotional sensation was, I'd say, ingrained into my memory. Still is.

When I woke up, I was hot as hell, covered in half dried sweat and partially dehydrated. I had apparently discarded my pajamas while I was sleeping, and they were entengled with my bed sheets. I looked at them with a contempt I couldn't explain. Even though I had always slept in pajamas and never questioned it, it suddenly felt childish and maybe a little bit prudish. I was a grown woman with a gorgeous body, after all.

I wanted to get out of bed and go take a shower. I felt sticky and burning, and the atmosphere in my room was heavy and smelt like a mixture of sweat and... something else that I couldn't quite place. But I was also incredibly horny. I felt like a bitch in heat, my mind drowning in sexual desire and unable to focus on anything else. I needed release. I started fingering myself furiously while kneading my breasts and tried conjuring the image of Kevin fucking my brains out. But it soon proved unsatisfactory. Inevitably, my thought drifted toward Simon. That dork Simon. Pumping my ass like a jackhammer, ruining my pussy and filling my womb and throat with his thick cum, covering my whole body with it. This silly boy was the only one I could jerk off to, and I NEEDED to jerk off.

It was insane, I had never had any sort of sexual thought about him and suddenly it started with this out of control over the top obsession. I had never been in such a state at all, actually. I was not a virgin, but I was not a very sexual person either. I could have gone a few weeks without sex or even without using my sextoys... My sextoys! I sank beneath my bed and grabbed the box to fetch one... no, two dildos! No, I put one back and took the vibrator instead! And then I thrusted both into my holes.

I wasn't really satisfied, but it was better than nothing. After coming a few time, I crawled out of the bedroom, fetching my cell phone on the way, and poured myself a good bath. I was too exhausted to stand up for a whole shower and I needed some relaxation. While waiting for the bathtub to get full, I called my friend Melissa to tell her that I felt too sick to go to the university and ask if she could explain my situation to our teachers and take notes for me. To be honest I was too feverish and dizzy to remember clearly what we said. I then dived into the water and spent I don't know how much time relaxing. It helped me cool down, though I still had to masturbate when I imagined Simon joining me in the bathtub.

I also took the opportunity to shave my whole body bare. It was strange, I had done this not so long ago and it was a process I usually didn't go through too often since I found it quite annoying and rarely felt the need when I didn't plan on having fun time with Kevin. But now I felt like it should always be freshly done. I didn't stand the idea of having a single piece of hair around my pussy anymore, and it was the same for my legs and armpits. I didn't really know why I changed my perspective on this so suddenly, but I didn't see any reason to question it either.

Once done, I spent an unusually long time doing my make-up. I was used to settling for the bare minimum, partly because I already had a cute face naturally, but now I didn't think it was enough. Yeah, even if I didn't plan on going out I needed lipstick, and mascara, and foundation, and perfume, and so on. Simon was going to see me, after all.

Why was I thinking about Simon again? Sure, this goof was cute. I guessed. Sexy even, now that I thought about it. But I was not his girlfriend! And even if I was, I wouldn't want to spend my time caring for him and fawning over him 24/7. But if I had to be truly honest... did the idea really put me off? It should, shouldn't it? Sure, he was only my step brother rather than my biological one, but we had still been raised together from a young age and it should probably feel weird just thinking about it... Yet it didn't? I mean, not just having sex with him, suddenly I was viewing him as a potential boyfriend, maybe the father of my kids. Why did it not bother me? Should I not feel shame? Or seize my own head asking myself what the fuck was wrong with me? And here I was, entertaining the idea, musing with it, coming to the unavoidable conclusion that I liked it. Wanted it. Needed it.

But what about Kevin? Shouldn't I care about him? I think I loved, or at least liked him at some point, right? Yet I was dumbfounded when I realized I didn't feel anything when thinking about him. Maybe a little bit of pity when I concluded that I should break up with him, but not enough guilt or sadness to hold me back. I mean, I only started thinking about coming clean with him while I was touching myself in my brother's bed, sniffing his smell on his sheets and on one of his old boxers. Maybe I didn't have as much consideration for the my current boyfriend as I thought I would.

This had been a strange day. Sometimes fun. Sometimes unpleasant. Troubling for sure. When I heard Simon open the door and stop in the entrance after parking his car, I could feel his gaze on my body as I was turning my back to him, cooking fried eggs dressed in short shorts and a loose tank top.

"Hey, dork, good day? Where have you been?"

I instantly regretted asking the question. I shouldn't be so inquisitive. Maybe he had been seeing another girl, so what? We weren't together! But soon we would be, right? That's what I aimed for, at least.

"Oh, you know... Going places, seeing faces..."

He was nervous. Why was he nervous? Was he hiding something from me? Couldn't he just sneak behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, sniff my hair and press his junk against my butt?

Soon, I guess. Jeeze, would I have to make a man out of this cute idiot?

"Pretty faces?" I asked, flashing him a smile which I hoped seemed charming and natural. I hoped I didn't look like a crazy possessive bitch right now.

"Hum... I guess so?" he hesitantly replied.

He guessed so? What kind of half assed answer was that?! I turned back toward my pan to get my eggs on a plate and prevent him from seeing my look of desperation. "Dinner's served." I sighed. He didn't even make any comment on my look.