Plans for the future.

The walk back to the tennis courts take longer than you remember, but that suits you just fine. Walking hand-in-hand with Shelly is a surreal but exciting feeling and as you help her navigate through the woods, climbing over fallen trees and squeezing through tightly packed underbrush, you feel more at peace than you have in a very long time. It's as if all your worries and cares have been packed away on a train and sent halfway across the world. At one point, a thorny bush catches at Shelly's skirt and she doesn't even blink when you help her free it, getting a handful of her delicious ass in the process and giving it a saucy pinch. In fact, she pinches your arm back, smiling at your shared secret.

Your equipment is exactly where you left it, scattered on the court you'd been playing on earlier. But as you break through the edge of the forest, you see the second court is occupied by two older gentleman playing their own leisurely game of tennis. Immediately, without consultation and despite the fact that you don't recognize the men, you both let go of each other's hands.

And just like that, the magic is broken.

As you collect your racket and you sister collects her own, ignored by the other players, reality begins to set in. The silence as you return to the parking lot and the car is different than the one in the forest. Heavier and more thoughtful.

As Shelly slides into the passenger's seat and buckles in, the strap finding a snug home between her bulging breasts, she says what you've both been thinking. "This is never going to work, is it? Us, I mean."

You find the sentiment depressing in a way that surprises you. This relationship had come on so fast, growing and maturing in less than a week, but you find yourself unable to think of a previous girlfriend that you'd felt as strong a connection with as you do with your sister. A piece of iron forms in your gut and you feel it harden into a steely determination.

You shake your head, fixing Shelly with a stubborn gaze. "Fuck that. I don't want to give this up, do you? I love you."

"I love you too," your sister replies but her gaze doesn't leave he floor. Her hands rub nervously on her thighs, perhaps surprised by the depths of her own feelings. "But what's going to happen when we get home? Are we going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, hold hands like we did earlier, go on dates and act like lovers do?"

"You're damn right we will," you say and reach over to take her hand, letting both of them rest against the warmth of her leg. She doesn't pull away but her grip is more hesitant than before. Her foot bounces in a jittery tic and you can feel her muscle tensing and un-tensing just below the skin.

"Really? You think mom's going to be okay with her children holding hands around the house, snuggling in to watch a romantic movie together and sharing a bed at night? Dad won't fucking matter because he's never around but I don't think Mom's going to remain very calm if we start jumping each other's bones."

Shelly's right. Your mom would flip out if she caught the two of you fucking. Unless something happened to alter her opinions about the matter. And it just so happens you have the ability to do just that.

"I have a plan that might change that." Shelly looks up in surprise, like you'd just grown a second head, and skepticism is plain on her face. Even in this situation, with her spirits down in the dumps, you're amazed by her beauty.

"A plan? To get mom to be okay with her kids screwing? How are you going to do that exactly?"

You let go of her hand and turn the key in the ignition, the car engine roaring to life. You're not sure that you ready to share your access to the dream world with Shelly. You still barely know enough about it yourself, but you have to give her at least a little bit. "I'll show you more tonight," you say enigmatically. "But I think it'll work." You sound more confident than you are, but for the first time since you left the forest, hope appears in your sister's baby blues.

You lean forward and give her a deep kiss, which she responds to with matched passion, and you can feel her faith in you multiply. You back the car out of its spot and make your way home.

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For the rest of the evening, there's an air of anticipation as Shelly waits for you to take action with your plan. Dinner passes with just the three of you--your father once again delayed by work--conversing about inconsequential things and talking about your plans for the week. When your mom settles in to watch television afterward, your sister gives you a look of surprise when you leave her there and return to your room to finish some homework you have for class.

A few hours later, you hear a knock on your door. Shelly's standing there in her pajamas. You're not sure if she intended to, but the clothes she picked out immediately makes you pop a boner; a plain white tank-top filled to bursting with her large, bra-less tits and a pair of shorts cut so high they almost look like panties. You give her a mock wolf's whistle but she just frowns. "So what happened to your plan? I though you were going to start it tonight?"

You stand up and move across the room, enveloping her in your embrace. "Do you trust me?"

She looks up at you, her big brother, with a deep, thoughtful expression. You can see her uncertainty. She wants to believe you, wants to hope that you can make everything alright, but she just doesn't know how. But finally she nods her head. "Yes, I trust you," she says simply.

You kiss her lightly on the lips. "Then go to bed and get some sleep. It'll all become clearer in the morning, I promise."

"Okay," she says, still unsure. She gives you one last kiss than returns to her room. As she goes, you watch her bubble butt wiggle underneath her shorts in a way that makes your cock twitch. I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave. See you in our dreams, you think.

You finish up your last question and place all of your work in your backpack before stripping naked and climbing into bed. Your half-formed plan solidifies as your head hits your pillow and sleep overtakes you.