Wylas' Tale: Awakening from a nightmare, and into... what?

Wylas woke up from a nightmare with a start, with a stomach that was an empty, painful pit. He groaned, grasping his thin face, running his hand down it.

What... had happened? Was it? It had to be.

A dream?

A dream.

Cobwebs fluttered around his brain. There was a bedpan underneath him, and he moved carefully, not tipping it. It was empty, but still. He must have been sick. Was surely sick in the head, to have had such a vivid, awful dream.

His body was clean. He was dressed in a kind of nightgown. The bedpan was clean. Wylas blushed, realizing that someone - his mother - must have changed him and emptied his bedpan in whatever kind of fevered sleep gripped him.

That must have been the source of his dream. Right?

It must have been.

Wylas' body was sore. His insides and stomach were definitely sore... and hungry. He had never been so hungry. His knees were wobbly when he stepped out of bed. How sick had he been, and for how long? He was grateful that his mother had such extensive herbal knowledge. From how he felt, Wylas was sure he may have died without it, if he was really that sick.

A little more awake, the smell of food wafted to Wylas' nose. He stood up, catching a pair of female voices - Alisiyah and Selesta. It was hardly the sound of cries or anger he would have expected if his dream was not just that, a dream; and Wylas had never been so happy to hear the beautiful voices of his mother and sister together, speaking indistinctly in the blessed harmony of normalcy.

In his clean nightgown, on unsteady feet, Wylas exited his room and began making his way downstairs from the second story loft. He held the railing for support at first, but felt well enough by the end of the steps to walk on his own.

His mouth salivating, Wylas began making his way towards the downstairs table. He smiled, so happy, happy to be hearing his mother's and sister's voices, together, louder now. The table was in sight, and his mouth was salivating such that he had to swallow just looking at the spread.

Wylas frowned. The food... there were two serving platters in the middle.

They were piled high with cooked egg, and meat. So much meat.

"Mom! He's awake." Selesta's happy voice drifted to Wylas' suddenly hazy brain. He swallowed.

Selesta's face was as beautiful, as cheery as he had ever seen it; with a fine youthful sparkle in her eyes and a little smile on her perfect lips.

Her slim, girlish chest was as beautiful as he remembered, too. It was bare. Naked. Her stomach and shoulders were bare, naked. Her breast was rising and falling hypnotically with her breathing. It was his nightmare, and it was stirring something under his gown - his evil manhood. Selesta's nipples teased him, haunted him, called to him.

The room spun slightly, and Wylas' knees wobbled again. He took a step forward, and was able to grasp the edge of the dining table.

"I told you our boy would be awake soon. And I'll bet he's hungry, aren't you Sweetie?"

The spinning room focused again. Wylas had moved his head. His eyes settled on his mother. Her chest was as bare as her daughter's, and so much fuller. As full and alluring as he remembered.

Wylas' mind recoiled. What...?

He might have collapsed, but his bare-chested mother and sister were both by his side, having moved to support him swiftly and gracefully. Wylas was pressed in between the two. Selesta stroked his hair, soothing him. His penis was so hard that it was almost painful.