If the Devil has a physical form, it’s an alarm clock.

As you wake up, realization slowly begins to set in, and with it, disappointment and frustration beyond belief. You turn off the alarm of your phone and have to suppress the desire to throw it hard against the wall. After some okay-ish dreams and several nightmares, this was the best dream you’d ever had, no question! Why did you HAVE to wake up now? WHY? It’s one of those dreams that’s so good it hurts when you realize it’s not real and never will be.

God dammit!

Your feelings, however, are quickly replaced as your body shivers from pleasure. You feel something warm and wet on your dick. You lift the bedsheets and see Shelly calmly sucking on your cock as if it was a pacifier.

“Good morning, brother,” She says groggily. “Thanks for breakfast.” She says mischievously and licks her lips.

Considering your dream and how clean the bedsheets are, you can safely assume that Shelly took care of the problem before it even came to be.

“Good morning, sis.” You tell her. “And you’re welcome, I guess.”

“Hey, since we both need to be out early, why don’t we take a shower together? It’ll save us time.” Shelly suggests innocently, but by now, her words don’t fool you.

“Sure. Sounds good.” You say.

You both get out of bed, get naked and go into the shower together.