Chapter 2 : No, he doesn’t understand, but... something is off.

" I must have bumped my head. "

That was the only explanation. A lingering, pleasant sensation from the lucid dream he’d been having, two beauties, one in each arm, in the same bed... . He nearly started drooling but quickly wiped his mouth. He stood up fully and checked himself out in the mirror.

He was an ordinary young man, not particularly muscular, but certainly not overweight. He was, in every sense, average. Red hair, light brown eyes, and a few scattered freckles to boot.

He had the complete " redhead starter pack ! "

Still, he wasn't bad-looking. He got decent grades and had had a few girlfriends, though, unfortunately, none of those relationships lasted. He was just an average guy on the cusp of entering the workforce. Well, for now, he was enjoying his summer vacation.

He’d decided to pursue studies in computer science, a field he actually enjoyed, but for the moment, it was all about vacation !

" Alright, time to make the most of today. Should I head out with the guys, or just play video games all day ? "

What a tough choice. He scratched his chin, feeling the stubble, as he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and some shorts, then headed off to take a shower. A dreamy smile, left over from the night’s pleasant fantasy, still lingered on his face.

If only every night could be like that.

He stepped out into the hallway. His sister’s room was across the way, with the bathroom situated in between. The house was quite small but functional. The floorboards creaked under his feet as he pushed open the bathroom door.

That was when he heard the sound of running water. Someone was already in there.

" Hmm ? AH ! TIMMY, CLOSE THE DOOR !! "

Chery, his 20-year-old sister, who was just as red-headed as he was, was in the middle of a shower. His eyes took in her milky-white skin in all its splendor. She had inherited her mother’s genes, a full bust, despite her rather petite frame.

Her hips and backside could have won beauty pageants, one didn’t even need to see her naked to know that. His gaze became like a mental camera, he wanted to capture and preserve this moment forever.

" Hey, enjoying the view a bit too much ? Get out ! "

Her tone was firm, though not exactly mean. It was likely an accident, and his gaze wasn’t lecherous, sometimes, people just make clumsy mistakes.

I have such an understanding sister, but she might get really annoyed if I keep going.

" Alright, alright, but hey, we’re brother and sister, aren't we ? We used to take baths together, completely naked, when we were little. There’s nothing here I haven’t already seen, he said, already taking a step back. "

It was meant as a lighthearted joke, and, to be fair, what he said wasn't entirely untrue. Chery, who had been shielding her body, tensed for a moment before straightening up, settling into a more comfortable position for her shower.

As Timmy stepped out of the bathroom, he was left completely dumbstruck. From that angle, he could see the curve of her bust and half of her backside. He was so taken aback that he found himself frozen in place.

Was this some kind of joke ?

He was utterly incapable of saying or doing anything other than staring. She didn't even seem to notice him anymore, he might as well have been a potted plant in the corner of the room.

She lounged under the shower, making no effort to hide herself. She turned to reach for the shampoo in the corner. As she leaned over, her ass seemed to take up more space, and between her legs, the outer lips of her pussy were clearly visible.

" Chery, cover yourself up ! "

He couldn't just stay silent anymore. It was too much. He wasn't some perverted brother !

She picked up the shampoo and turned toward him.

" Why would I do that ? You’re my brother... . We’ve taken baths together naked before. You’ve already seen everything. Why would I hide ? You say the strangest things. "

She went back to what she was doing, squeezing the bottle to get some soap and lathering it all over her body. Even just doing that, it was so... erotic.

SLAM !

Timmy quickly shut the door. His heart was pounding.

Is there a hidden camera or something ? Is she trying to film me and spill everything to Mom ?

Inside the bathroom, Chery shook her head.

" He’s acting weird this morning. "

Then, she went back to what she was doing.

As for Timmy, he stood frozen. He took a breath, looking around, there was no one there. So, no hidden camera ? His mother wasn't about to burst in and smack him ? It was hard to believe otherwise. He wondered if he was still dreaming.

" If she was trying to throw me off balance, she succeeded. I’m not attracted to her, but... it’s hard not to have some dark thoughts after that. I need to get out, I need to clear my head. "

Abandoning his shower, he got dressed and headed downstairs.

" I’m heading out, Mom ! He called out. "

" Alright. "

The reply came from his mother in the kitchen, she was likely making tea with his father. Timmy opened the door, feeling the lingering chill of the morning air.

" Right, let’s get my head back on straight. Let’s just call it an anomaly. Sometimes people do things without really knowing why. "

Nothing bad could happen, right ?