To a new door.

You take a moment to orient yourself, your mind still reeling from the fucking amazing night you just spent with your sister. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine that you'd ever have a date like that with Shelly, nor that the connection would be so strong between both of you. It was the most mindblowing sex you'd ever experienced, and her willingness to give up her asshole just for you was an unexpected pleasure as well.

You look at her door, so close you could reach out and touch it. You long to push it open and join her for an extended nighttime romp, pushing past the boundaries of the real world to discover what pleasures you can both dream up...but unfortunately you have more pressing matters to attend to.

A couple of strides takes you past your mother's door to a light brown, wooden door that is slanted on its base so that the entire frame tilts at a 20 degree angle. Four diamond-shaped window panes are set near the top, their tips meeting in the center, pointing away from each other like a shiny star. The handle looks to be made of steel and is more reminiscent of a door knocker than an actual handle, with a bulbous sphere reshaped into the semblance of the head of a dog.

You press your hand against the surface and close your eyes. _Arrogant, insecure, smart, false, dominant. _Yeah, this is definitely the door you want. You push it open and step through.

You find yourself in an office, one easily recognizable as your father's even though there are some distinct changes in this version. First, it's larger than the real one, with dark wood-paneled walls sweeping away from you in a long corridor and majestic vaulted ceilings rising far above your head. Your father's desk, and the man sitting behind it are barely visible in the distance. Second, the dream office is much better lit, with a large skylight, high above, shining warm rays into the space and floor-to-ceiling windows on the far wall, offering a view of a false skyline of a fake city. Lastly, the decor has been upgraded, with paintings of Renaissance artists and delicate Asian vases scattered around the room almost like trophies.

Well, I guess this shows exactly how highly my father thinks of himself, you think. He'll have to forgive me if I don't share his lofty opinion.

In a blink, you teleport in front of his desk, which must be at least three times as large as his actual one. His head is directed down, but snaps up at your appearance. He looks confused, unsure of why you're here.

"Ah, son," he says, his voice straining. "We didn't have an appointment to meet today, did we?" That's the father you know, one who requires an appointment before his family members could interrupt him at work. A core of anger builds in your stomach. How dare this asshole treat his family this way!

Then his whole body jerks in his over-sized chair and his head dips down again, his eyes focusing on something you can't see. "Oww, be careful! Go a little slower and deeper, my cock-hungry little flower." An answering gurgle emanates from underneath his desk.

Your anger builds, rising to your chest and making your heart beat faster. With a simple extension of your will, you **** the desk to disappear and you're greeted with the sight of a diminutive Asian girl on her knees, her face in your father's lap. She's wear a tight pencil skirt that hugs her lower half like a second skin and a white blouse that's vaguely see-thru, allowing you to tell she's currently bra-less.

Recognition comes immediately. Even though you've rarely been to your dad's office, you realize the girl giving him his blowjob is his secretary, Hana. Worse, you somehow know that the scene playing out before you isn't limited to the dream world; this is an event that has occurred in the real world too. You're not sure how you know this, whether its some new sixth sense acquired from your time in dreams or just years of living with your father, the little cues and hints finally gathering together into a cohesive picture of the man he's become. Either way, your rage blossoms and your face transforms into a rictus of disgust and disappointment.

"Get up," you command and without thought, Hana, climbs to her feet, leaving your father's wet willy dangling in the air. He frowns, not even bothering to cover up. "Come here." Your father's secretary finds her way to your side. He doesn't understand what's going on, but he tries to take back control almost immediately.

Your dad snaps his fingers. "Get back on your knees." His orders go unheeded and his cheeks color in embarrassment. He tries again but the reaction is exactly the same. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" your father yells. "Who the fuck do you think you're defying?"

"A sad, impotent little man," you reply. At your words, his eyes widen in shock and drop to his lap, where his cock, formerly long and hard, wilted faster than you could blink. It's hard to think, with your anger boiling through your entire body, and you act more on instinct than anything else. You wrap your arm around Hana's waist. "You don't deserve the wonderful women you have. You think they're yours simply because they exist in your sphere of influence. You treat them like shit and expect them to give you everything in return. That stops now."

With a wave of your hand, you summon your mother into your father's dream, and she appears wearing an even racier version of her outfit from earlier. The silk robe has become thinner, allowing her robust, womanly features to be seen below the surface, and short enough that you can easily tell that the black panties she'd formerly been wearing are now gone. Even here, in the heat of the moment with your poor excuse of a father huddled in his chair, you can't help but admire the changes that have come over your mother since you first entered her dreams a few days ago. Her skin looks brighter, her tits have regained much of their bounce and pertness, and much of her flab has tightened into much healthier, toned muscles. She seems decades younger and you can see where Shelly got most of her sexy traits from.

She looks momentarily disoriented, but you power over the dream settles upon her and she calms down almost immediately. Turning to your father, you say, "This woman is a great mother and a hardworking, dedicated wife whom you have ignored and denigrated while serving your own selfish impulses. Frankly, I don't understand how you can do it. Look at her, look at how beautiful, how sexy she is. Only a fool wouldn't recognize the treasure she is."

Your mother's robe slips to the floor, leaving her completely naked. All your father can do is stare at his wife, her nude form swimming before his eyes like an angel come down from heaven. He groans and shifts in his seat. You can tell he's feeling aroused but your command over his body is complete; his dick remains limp and sad.

You move closer to your mother. "Look at her face, her lips. They deserve to be kissed." You wrap her in your arms and kiss her deeply, your mother openly accepting the dream's premise, your words opening her up. Her mouth moves against yours, her breaths mixing together until you're both left gasping.

"Look at her tits. The deserve to be worshiped, squeezed and sucked on." Your hands encircle her large melons, sinking into her soft flesh while your dad whimpers quietly. Her nipples grow hard and you twist them until your mother cries out in pleasure, her head thrown back with unrestrained joy. Then your hand dips lower until it slides between the moist folds of her cunt.

"And look at her pussy. She deserves to have her pussy fucked everyday, by someone who loves her and treats her like the goddess she is." Your mother shudders as your fingers search deeper and deeper inside her churning twat. You send a pitying glare at your worthless father. "And that's not fucking you. Unless you can prove yourself to be caring, considerate husband and father, man-up and take your responsibilities to this family seriously, you're never going to have access to this body ever again." You glance over at your dad's secretary, who's standing frozen as a statue, watching you with a rapt expression. "Correction. You've never going to be able to have any woman ever again until you can prove you can treat them with respect and some common human-fucking-decency. Do you understand?"

Your father has shrunk into the confines of his chair. He no longer looks like the imperious asshole you saw earlier this evening, but more like a scared child who knows he's misbehaved and is petrified at receiving his punishment. But his head nods quickly, like a bird's, and he pushes himself deeper into the cushions. Your fingers disengage from your mother's pussy.

"Good," you say. "Oh, and one last thing."

With another thought, you bring one more person to the dream. Shelly appears, naked as she truly is, lying next to you in her bed in the real world. Her experience in the dream world lets her take in the situation in a flash and she waits patiently for you to take the lead.

"You will apologize to Shelly for your behavior this evening. She looked gorgeous, the most beautiful girl in the world, and you treated her like she was a slut and a whore. She deserves a better father too."

Your father lifts his head, his eye momentarily widening as he looks at his daughter's unclothed form, taking in her big, teenage titties and slim body. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out at first. Then a squeak, almost like a mouse. "I'm sorry."

"Excellent," you say. "There may be hope for redemption for you yet." You motion your sister over and she strides forward with an unconcerned expression, trusting in your every decision. You wrap an arm around her trim waist. "You also need to understand that I love my sister very much, and she loves me. We are lovers and partners in every sense of the word. You will not impede our relationship, you will be accepting of our relationship, and you will not care about any of the carnal acts we commit."

You recall your father's ostentatiously large desk into the dream and place Shelly in front of you. Knowing what's expected of her, she bends over until her elbows are resting against the desk's dark surface, her giants breasts squished between her arms. Her feet widen slightly, giving you a perfect opening to stand between. "Carnal acts like this one," you repeat, and grab your sisters hip as you plunge forward, your cock invading her pussy for a second time tonight. She gasps in delight, writhing her hips lewdly and turning her face to stare at her father, who is aghast at your actions.

"Oh, yes, big brother!" Shelly coos, staying in place and letting you ram into her as forcefully as you can. With a giant grin, she tells her father, "Daddy, I love his cock soooo much! It feel so nice and hard inside my tiny little pussy. Can't you tell how good his dick makes me feel?!" You smile inwardly. She certainly seems to know how to sell her performance.

You look toward you mother to see her reaction and are unsurprised to see her enjoying the scene. She's already participated in the tennis dream with both of you and her libido has been greatly increased in the past few days, so one more erotic dream doesn't seem too out of place for her now. She's taken a seat on the desk, a little more than a foot from where her daughter's getting royally fucked, and is playing with her clit with legs spread as wide as she can get them. Her own moans mingle with Shelly, making a chorus that you only belatedly realize contains more than two voices.

Your head snaps over to Hana, who has her hand buried in the folds of her skirt, rubbing furiously at her pussy beneath the cloth. For a second you panic. Did I make her do that? you wonder. I don't remember giving her any such command, even subconsciously. Why is she masturbating?

But you toss such thoughts aside and focus on your task at hand: fucking your sister to indoctrinate your father into accepting the new status quo. You use your dream abilities to send special ripples of pleasure through Shelly's body, making her jerk so hard that your dick almost falls out of her snatch. Her cries are music to your ears and your send those pleasure waves through her again and again. Your father can't look away and is **** to watch his darling little girl almost explode from incestuous ecstasy. He appears particularly entranced by her big bouncing boobs, which are flying everywhere and slapping together with hard 'thwacks' while you keep a relentless pace.

With a final thrust, you let Shelly reach orgasm and she screams like a banshee. Her wordless howls make your father's ears ring and he raises his hands to his head to try and block some of the noise. Her cunt squeezes so sweetly around your prick and you let loose a torrent of sticky, creamy semen deep into her womb. Your seed overflows from her hole, dripping worse than a waterfall and pooling on the floor in messy, amorphous puddles. Exhausted, Shelly collapses on the desk, flipping onto her back so her heaving breasts point directly to the cavernous ceiling.

Similar sounds echo in the large place your mother finishes stroking her clit and, surprisingly, your father's secretary cums too, her mouth tightly closed to prevent much more than a few tiny squeals to leak free. Both join your sister on the desk, resting and regaining their strength on its large, flat surface.

Jizz still dripping from your cock, you face your father for one final reinforcement. You point a finger directly at his withdrawn face and say, "Shape up, treat your family and other women correctly, or get the fuck out of our house. This will be your only warning. Got it?"

He looks scared but finally manages to bob his head up and down. "Good," you say, and turn away. With a flick of your wrist, you end the dream and head into a much-needed, dreamless sleep.