Yes.

The last thing you hear in your dream is your own voice "yes....yes...YES"...

You wake yourself up with your voice. Your bed is moist with sweat and you realize you have had a wet dream, a VERY WET dream, that is. You look around for a few moments to get back to reality from your weird dream.

It's a Saturday morning, starting a long weekend. Christy's voice comes from downstairs in the kitchen, but not your mom's voice, then you remember she went away to visit a your eldest sister, Rachel, for the long weekend. It's just you and her. That kind of makes you feel awkward. Even if everything was a dream, it felt so so real and you just can't get the memory of licking her dripping wet pussy or kissing her feet while she got fucked by two huge studs out of your mind.

You walk down the stairs after changing your underwear. Your steps are shaky. It was all a dream, right? It can't have been real. After all, you just woke up here in your own bed. Yeah. it was all just a dream. And yet...it felt so real. Maybe seeing Christy and talking to her like you always do will take your mind off things. Yeah. That'll do it. You'll just talk to her and see that everything is like before.

As you get near the kitchen, you hear her voice on the phone, probably talking to Mackenzie, her best friend and your crush. "I'm telling you Mackenzie, you wouldn't believe the way he acted...hehehehehe.....yessss...my feet...oh my god....I still can't believe it myself". Your heart sinks, did she mention her feet? that's weird, a very very curious coincidence. What can she be talking about besides......but before you can hear more of her conversation, she sees you.

"I'll call you back" she says to Mackenzie on the phone and hangs up, she grins at you as you say good morning and keeps her face down on her cereal, as if she's trying to conceal a laughter.

"Uh....how did you....how did you sleep last night?" you hear your own hoarse voice, just desperately trying to fill the silence that is bothering you.

"Oh you know" she giggles. She probably just wants to tease you because of how awkward and uncomfortable you sound, just a meaningless joke like always, but Jesus! that bothers you so much.

"what..what do you mean I know?" you say, not sure if you want to know what she means. Maybe you were so loud in your dream you woke her up or kept her up, maybe she heard you talk about stuff you were dreaming about. Oh god that would be the worst. Oh god. That would be awful. You wonder how much she could've deducted from your voice, the cuckoldry? the feet worship? licking her pussy clean?

And then to your terror your realize remembering all these stuff has made you hard. rock hard. Standing there in middle of the kitchen with a tent in your pants.

Christy realizes it and immediately starts laughing. "I see you're still excited from last night" she bursts out.

"Did I...did i talk in my sleep?" you ask embarrassedly feeling the blood redden your face. "I can explain everything....".

"Sleep?" she scoffs. "What are you talking about lil bro?" she grins again, "I don't think either of us got a lot of sleep last night lil bro....I certainly didn't..hehehe...and you....If I remember correctly you didn't either, what with all the licking and kissing....." and she bursts into a muffled laughter again, trying to control herself.

"But....but.....".

"It wasn't a dream little cuckie, but they told me your memory might be a bit hazy, so it's up to me to establish the cuckold relationship and manage it".

"They?....but...."

She get's up from behind the kitchen isle, leaving her bowl of cereal, walking toward you. You realize with disbelief that she's only wearing undies in and a t-shirt when she get's up. She walks right up to you, putting her hand on your head, saying "hushhhh...don't worry about a thing lil bro, the important thing is that now we know we want the same thing, love the same things, and that is for you to be my little cuck ****, leave all the rest to me" and then pushes you down with her hand. And those words, they melt you, resolve every last strain of resistance and desire to keep your lusts hidden. You realize your dropping slowly to your knees in front of her. She then sits on a stool besides the isle, and puts one foot over your shoulder.

"Good boy".