The secret hallway (Shelly POV)

I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. After the dream from last night, I hate to admit it - but I've started to not see John as my little brother. I've always been the one helping him and giving him advice and supporting him, but now it seems like he's doesn't need it anymore. He's become his own man.

I'm still his big sister, though.

I want to slap myself. How could I be that careless this afternoon? "I don't see why you're still a virgin?" what kind of sister says that to a younger brother? I hope he doesn't get any ideas.

But about that dream last night, damn, it was vivid. I've had lucid dreams before, using them to fly around and fuck Harry, but I've never had one this realistic. And I've never had one with John.

God, I was so hot, sitting there, all alone in the living room with him. I had all power over the dream. I could have stripped him of all his clothes, maybe give him a 10 inch cock - but I didn't, of course. It's not right. And I'm scared of how he'll react.

He doesn't seem to know anything about the dream, though. It's all me, my own private dream. Which means, if I get a chance like that again, I'll - I'll -

I can't do it. He's my little brother.

I fall asleep.

I'm in my house. Upstairs, where our rooms are. I quickly realize I'm naked, and I cover myself, of course, but this is a dream. Maybe I can let mom and dad see my naked body, how will they react? And John. Oh, I need to find him. Ask him to give me clothes, maybe?

Mom and dad seem to be out. Their room feels empty, like nobody's been there for years. I close their door, and head for John's bedroom.

My heart is racing when my fingers touch the doorknob. Am I really doing this?

I'll go in, John will see me naked, he'll turn, he'll smile, I pull down his pants, suck his cock, and we'll fuck. We'll fuck.

Or he'll be disgusted. He'll turn away, embarrassed, then I'll be embarrassed, he'll yell "what the fuck, sis?" and I'll run to my room and cry and try to never wake up again.

No, it's a dream, Shelly. It's a dream. Why does it have to be so realistic?

I feel the heat flush in my face as I open the door straight wide.

John was not inside. But I hear the shower on inside his bathroom, and his singing inside.

I approach, slowly, but I don't know what I'm so careful for. My fingers touch the bathroom door knob and open it again, but it's locked. I try to open it - to will it to open, like in my dream, but it doesn't. Flying doesn't work either.

As I try messing with the lock more, suddenly John calls out "Shelly, is that you?". I yelp, and stumble backward.

"Y - yeah. Just checking on you," I say. Just checking on you? In the bath? You'll have to think twice before you say anything from now on, Shelly.

Just then, a door appears on the side of his bedroom wall that I've never seen before. I move a poster of a sports car out of the way, and slide it open. It's a tunnel, a bit narrower than the doorway, flooded with dim yellow lights from the ceiling.