Do the right thing

It took me a few moments, a surprisingly long time in which my two halves were fighting with each other, before I made my decision. Part of me wanted to ignore Selena's ****, to take her, to finally claim what I'd been dreaming about all those years... but another part of me, the more logical and moral side, knew that I shouldn't do it. And for the first time that night, I listened to that moral side of my mind. That's not to say that I'd become suddenly altruistic, no, although that would have sounded good... what really made up my mind was the fact that I had six other attractive women all in a similar trance to do with as I pleased. I know it's rather shallow reasoning but it worked for me at the time.

I also realized I had learned something new about this strange event, that despite them being in a trance, they wouldn't do anything, part of them, perhaps their subconscious, was still present and able to object to something that they truly didn't want to do. Interesting, I thought as I stood there looking down at Selena, interesting because Stacy didn't seem to have any objections to having sex with me despite the fact that we're siblings. Did that mean that deep down she'd wanted it to happen or perhaps her subconscious simply wasn't as strong as Selena's? Pushing these ever mounting questions aside for the moment I focused on Selena, smiling down at her, seeing the **** still on her face. "Don't worry, Selena," I assured her softly, "I won't make you do anything you don't want to. But perhaps," I paused, glancing over at my sister Heather as she slouched on the sofa beside her friend, her fingers working frantically at her wet pussy, "perhaps you can help Heather out. Why don't you eat her out, Selena?"

"If that's what you want, Phil," Selena replied with an obvious relief as she slid off the couch to kneel between my sister's spread legs, her cum covered face diving eagerly into Heather's crotch. From Heather's sudden cry of delight, I could tell Selena was good at what she was doing, which made me wonder again about what the women seemed willing and unwilling to do for me. Where did the boundaries come from? I wondered as I looked around the room, my cock still throbbing with eagerness as I tried to decide which "sleepwalking" woman I should choose next.