A swim with the twins.

Your sleep after the shared dream with your parents is deep, and if you dreamed anymore, you don't remember them at all. As your eyes crack open, sunlight is already streaming through your bedroom window. You've slept in and, looking at the clock on your side table, it's past breakfast. You stretch languidly, climb from your bed, and find an outfit from your dresser that will do for a lazy Sunday, pulling it over your new body. You pause to once again admire your finely muscled form in the mirror, flexing a bit like an idiot before heading downstairs.

The only person there when you arrive is your brother, Kenny, who's eating a bagel at the kitchen table. You grab an apple and sit down across from him. Not a scenario you'd pictured just a few days ago, eating breakfast with a brother who hadn't existed until you created him, but here you are.

"Where is everybody?" you ask.

Kenny shrugs. "I think Dad and the Moms mentioned something about visiting Grandma and Grandpa and Abby was gone before I got up. Lily and Violet haven't gotten up yet, apparently they're even lazier than you," he says with a brotherly grin.

You nod, somewhat disappointed. You'd hoped to gauge your parent's reaction to the dream last night, but you're apparently going to need to wait until later for that.

After that brief exchange, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence, neither feeling the need to engage the other. You finish the apple and go to the fridge to find some orange juice, pouring a large glass and sipping it slowly as you sit back down. Kenny shifts in his chair but you don't notice. You look around the kitchen, noticing the changes in this new reality versus the old. The table is obviously larger and more chairs, but other, more subtle changes exist too. More photos--and more people in the photos--on the fridge, a cabinet full of health bars (Mama Melanie is a bit of a fitness nut), different curtains on the window. But even though you know they're different, it all still feels...normal.

Your brother moves again and this time you catch it. For some reason, he's looking down at his crotch, wiggling slightly as if to find a comfortable position. What's he...? Oh, shit!

It hit's you like a pick up truck, you know what's wrong with Kenny. Last night, when you changed reality so that your presence would increase a person's horniness, you never specified a gender. You laugh inwardly at the predicament your brother finds himself in. Even though you've only know him for about 18 hours, you can't help but smile at your feeling of sibling-driven mischief.

The sound of feet echo from the stairs and Kenny almost groans when your two, beautiful, bare-chested sisters tromp into the kitchen carrying towels. Both are wearing tight bikini bottoms that hug their hips--Lily in white and Violet in purple-and Lily is carrying a tube of sunscreen. Kenny's discomfort is obvious. If he didn't like getting aroused with only you in the room, he really doesn't enjoy having an erection with his hot sisters standing there with almost nothing at all.

Crossing her arms under her lovely, pale juggs, Violet says teasingly, "Hey, losers! Whatcha up to?"

You reply, "Nothing, just finishing breakfast. You two look like you're getting ready for a swim. Mind if we join you?"

Kenny shoots you a murderous look, while dropping his hands down to his crotch, but you pretend to ignore it. Both girls shrug, sending a marvelous amount of ripples across their pale slopes. "Sure, the more the merrier. We'll just grab a quick bite while you guys change into your trunks."

You stand up and take your glass to the sink, watching your sisters out of the corner of your eye and appreciating their perfect bodies as they wander throughout the room grabbing way more than what most people would consider 'a quick bite.' Meanwhile, Kenny's still seated. Lily goes over to him and places a hand on his shoulder, her breasts barely an inch from his face. You brother closes his eyes in desperation.

"Is something wrong, Kenny? Aren't you going to swim with us?" she asks sweetly.

Kenny braces himself, nods and, without a word, stands up and hurries from the room. Nobody missing the package that was hiding in his sweats and the twins look at each other in amazement before bursting out with gales of laughter. Your brother isn't as well-equipped as you are, but you don't any guy would be disappointed with what he's apparently packing. Smiling to yourself, you also leave to get changed. Just before you're out of earshot, you hear one twin say, "Did you see how hard Kenny's dick was?"

This day is definitely looking like it's going to be fun.

Once you arrive at your room, you find your swim trunks, pull them on and examine the bulge that is very clearly defined underneath. Nodding in satisfaction, you head back downstairs.