Abby-A twist on a classic.

You thoroughly enjoyed having your beautiful, younger sister wrapped in your arms this evening while you were stroking your dick and you decide that she'll be the featured attraction in your dreams tonight. You take a moment and create the environment, a standard high school classroom, with desks lines in neat rows, a chalkboard in the front--with 'Mrs. Slutskey' written on it--and various decorations plastered on every surface of the walls. At each desk you place students, drawn from your imagination, each wearing school uniforms. Blazers, a tie and grey slacks for the boys and a pleated skirt and knee socks for the topless schoolgirls. Standing by a mahogany desk, you create an amalgamation of every teacher you've ever fantasized about: black hair swept up into a tight bun, dark-rimmed glasses outlining stern eyes, and porcelain white skin. You add a string of pearls that sweeps across her neck and dangles down her cleavage, deep into the folds of her big, gravity-defying tits. Further down her slim frame rests a pencil skirt, so tight that instead of walking, she has to wiggle her hips to move anywhere.

You take an empty seat, have Mrs. Slutskey begin her lecture and bring Abby into the dream, seated right next to you, her hair in cute pigtails.

She looks momentarily befuddled, but then her subconscious takes hold and the realization that she's dreaming settles upon her, relaxing her. Your sister sees you sitting next to her and grins at you, not questioning why you're there. You give her a wave, and she returns it. She picks up a pencil, ready to begin taking note when Mrs Slutskey abruptly stops, gives an irritated cough and stares directly at your little sister.

"Excuse me, young lady," the teacher says harshly. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Abby glances around nervously and you give her a slight shrug. "I'm sorry, what do you mean, Mrs. Slutskey?" she asks.

The older women sighs and rubs her forehead in agitation. "Stand up, please," she orders.

Your sister does and she feels the eyes of the entire class turn toward her. Her cheeks grow pink as she stands there, embarrassed and unsure. She slides her eyes in your direction but you offer her no help--this is the whole point of this dream. Abby folds her arms over her stomach and waits for further instructions.

Mrs. Slutskey wiggles down the aisle toward your sister, her pearls clicking erratically between her breasts as she moves. You definitely have one hell of an imagination to come up with a fox like her and you take the time to appreciate her fine form as she stops a foot away from your sister. She's almost half a foot taller than Abby and as she leans forward, towering over the smaller girl, she stares at your sister's clothing. "What," she says in a disapproving tone, "do you think you're wearing?"

Abby looks down and her eyes widen in horror as she sees what she's wearing. A pleated skirt, just like all the other girls, kneesocks, just like all the other girls, and...a blouse on top. Well, a slutty schoolgirl's blouse anyway, conjured from your own thoughts, tied in a knot just below her bulging breasts and thin enough that it's almost sheer. It would be considered scandalous in the old reality for any young girl to wear such a thing, but here, where women leave their breasts bare everyday, the fact that Abby is wearing anything on top turns her pink cheeks to a dark crimson. Around her, her classmates point at her and begin laughing, amused at her plight and sending her further down the road of eternal high school shame.

Fumbling, your sister pulls at the knot, her fingers working furiously to divest herself of the offending clothing. Sweat breaks out on her skin as it refuses to budge and her face scrunches up in concentration until finally the cloth loosens enough to pull free. Huffing in relief, she rips the blouse off and tosses it to the floor, looking back at the teacher for her approval. Mrs. Slutskey looks down and clucks in exasperation.

The blouse is gone, but in its place is a skimpy tube top that is barely containing your sister's perfect boobs. Abby immediately grabs the lower edge and rips the narrow cloth over her head...leaving her wearing corset that pushes her cleavage up so high that her breasts are almost to her chin. She works at the delicate buttons ferociously, popping a few as she goes, but as soon as she whips it off, she finds a silk bra encasing her melons. The laughter from around the classroom gets louder and louder with each piece of clothing down, and your sister's embarrassment becomes deeper and deeper.

Bra becomes tank top, tank top becomes leather vest, leather vest becomes teddy, teddy becomes denim jacket. On and on it goes until finally Mrs. Slutskey raises her hand and yells, "Stop!" The classroom falls silent and Abby drops her hands, her current top--a tiny, green bikini with barely enough cloth to cover her nipples--left in place. "I can see that you're going to continue to be disrespectful, young lady. I'm afraid there is only one way to handle this situation. You must be disciplined!"

Abby tries to apologize and explain that it's not her fault but the teacher isn't having it. She grabs Abby by the arm and forces her to bend over the desk. In this position, your sister's tits are hanging like ripe fruit, mouthwatering and large. Her other end is in the air and Mrs. Slutskey lifts her skirt to exposes the fact that your sister's been going commando this entire time. Her sweet pussy peeks out from between her thighs and you're pleased to note that it's beginning to flow in excitement. It's funny how embarrassment and arousal are so often connected.

From out of thin air, a lengthy ruler appears in Mrs. Slutskey's hand, and she brings it down with a violent 'Thwack!' You keep Abby's pain levels muted to start, allowing her to feel the blows as little stings against her ass. You watch each blow, getting turned on by the reactions of her body. Her lips are in a taut line, muffled whimpers escaping with each slap, and her eyes are losing the battle at trying to remain calm and collected. Her heavy boobs wobble freely, swinging like fat pendulums in rhythm with the ruler, her nipples tearing at the bikini top and screaming to be free. She parts her legs, opening more of her bottom to direct contact from the strikes, juices streaking down her legs in translucent rivers. It appears that your baby sister might enjoy being dominated.

The teacher stops. "Everybody line up," she commands, and the students obey immediately, queueing behind her in a straight line. She passes the ruler off to the first student behind her, a pretty girl with blond hair, and steps away. The girl gives Abby a couple of swipes and then Mrs. Slutskey calls out, "Next!"

Each student gets there chance to spank your sister, and she takes it without complaint. About halfway through, her eyes slide over to you and you can see that she's losing control, giving into her animalistic urges. You take out your cock and dangle it in front of her face, just out of the reach of her lips. She'd seen it earlier tonight, but she hadn't been this close to it and you can see her primal instincts taking over. She leans forward, her neck straining to bridge the gap, but she's glued to the desk as her classmates continue to pound her ass. She sticks her little tongue out but it's just not long enough. Her hand whips up toward your stiff rod but you're ready for her and you slap it away before she can touch you. This dream is about connecting her **** sexual desires with you, her brother, and pushing her close to the edge...but not over it. Yet.

The students all finish, making it your turn. You move behind Abby, and her head sweeps around, following your bobbing cock the entire way. Eschewing the ruler, you take your hand and bring it down onto her reddened ass, gentler than those before you. You linger there, rubbing her flesh and dipping a finger into her burning snatch. Your sister moans at the intrusion but thrusts her hips back, begging for more. You do it again, digging deeper, and then again and again until your lewd slaps turn into hardcore fingerbanging, Abby's pussy gobbling them up with abandon. Her screams echo throughout the classroom. "Oh fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! My pussy...it's gonna burst...your fingers, oh Brother! So good, shit! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...!"

Her squeals are so shrill that they must hurt her throat. Her entire body flops around, unable to control itself in the throes of her orgasm, yur fingers still buried deep inside. You pull free with a squelching sound and step around to her front. You notice that her bikini top has shifted from her jerking about, one triangle slipping up and the other slipping down, leaving her sweating, heaving chest completely bare--Mrs. Slutskey nods her approval and the ruler disappears. As the teacher continues her lecture, you take to the task of bringing about your own orgasm, rubbing your dick while pointing it in your lovely little sister's face. Her heavy eyes register your movements and she smiles like a cat who's finally gotten the milk. She sticks out her tongue just in time to catch the first dollop of cum that you deposit on her face. She slides it in her mouth and delights in its pleasant taste as you continue to hose her down with your prodigious amount of cum, globs of it dripping from her chin and leaving quite the mess on the floor. When you finish, you wave your hand and banish her to her normal dreams, satisfied that you've sent her further down the road of accepting your incestuous advances in the real world.

Time for your own rest too. Good night.