Day 4

-- John's POV --

I have to move quick. After that abrupt awakening I changed into a pair of clean underwear and ran out my room, as silently as possible, and poured some cereal as if I had woken up earlier. My dick bobbed about as I hurried, and now I stare at Shelly's door. I cross my legs to hide my erection.

Any moment now.

Was this enough to break her?

Her door creaks open, and she freezes just for a second at the doorstep when she sees me. Adding the milk to the cereal, I try to act surprised and confused by her staring, and when she notices my reaction she looks away, turning into a deep shade of red. In an awkward movement she ducks back into her room and closes the door.

Come on, come on.

The beige nightgown she was wearing managed just to cover her ass, leaving her smooth, slender legs visible. I could see just a flash of her violet panties, not enough to see if they were wet, but I'm sure they are.

She wants it. I know she does. All it takes is just for me to ask a simple, "hey, you look horny, sis. Want to have sex?" and she'd scream yes, I've been wanting to for so long, and she'd fall to her knees and slide my pants down with them. But then that would be sorely out of character, and she'd start to get suspicious, then she'd start to ask whether I'm having dreams about her. I bite my lip. I can't let her find out I'm the one behind all these wet dreams of hers.

So all I can do sit and wait, forcing myself to not to get up and open that door in front of me, enter, close it behind me, and have our own little Garden of Eden.

Only a few seconds later, Shelly ventures out her door again. I had expected her to at least change into something less revealing, because she never wears things this scant outside of her room. But she didn't.

She takes a seat and looks like she wants to say something, but can't. She's clenching her fingers and I'm not sure if she notices her nipples are poking through the nightdress.

"You're not going to get breakfast?" I say.

"Oh - uh - yeah -" she says, and awkwardly goes and gets a bowl and spoon, while giving me a few glances of puppy eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I -" she laughs nervously. "Like what? Anyway, mom and dad aren't home, right?"

"Yeah?"

"So it's just us, together?"

"Yeah?"

"So... any ideas on how we're going to spend this weekend?" She sets her bowl on the table and leans forward, and before I know it she caught me staring at her cleavage. Her hand goes to conceal her embarrassed smile.

"I - I think I'm free now," I say. With that, a thick heat settles on us. All my plans about how this conversation would play out just went out the window, and I find my mind blank, my throat dry, my stomach aching with excitement.

But nobody says anything. I rack my brain, trying to think of some way to _hint _about it, but not say it. She must be doing the same too, staring at the table, trying to look nonchalant.

"Nice dress," I say, finally.

"Oh, do you want to see?" Shelly says, and stands. She raises her arms up, which juts her chest out, and does a little twirl, making a devastatingly hot sideways glance as she turns. The hem of the nightdress rises just enough for me to see the bottom of her panties.

"It's from Victoria's Secret," she says, now in a whisper-like husky voice. "It's very soft, do you want to touch?" Her hands have already brought mine to her hips as she says this. The fabric is indeed soft, but my hands slid up on their own and landed on her breast.

She embraces that hand, as if it was precious, and pulls herself into me. I can't look anywhere but her eyes, her familiar eyes now so unfamiliar, so spicy and wild. She now sits on my groin while my hand works its way on her breasts, then another hand joins in. Both her soft hands are on the back of both of mine, groping, massaging, to the rhythm of our tongues intertwining, her lips wet with mine.

We pull away to catch a breath. My erection is digging into her crotch.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I whisper.

"Mmh - yes," she says, between kisses.

"What if mom and dad find out?"

"They won't," she breathes. We gaze into each other, she combs a hand through my hair, while my arms trace the length of her waist. "Oh, Johnny."

The house is silent, as silent as the one in our dreams. Only the slow tick of the wall clock and our breaths, our little grunts and moans. Finally, we are alone.

Shelly grabs the hems of her nightdress and in one swoop it lands on the floor, same goes for my shirt. Her panties joins them soon after, and we find ourselves on the couch, my face under hers, her hair swaying, breasts bouncing as our bodies converge. Soon she pulls out and I come all over her breasts while she has her own orgasm, wetting my thigh and the couch seat.

She demands that we don't wear any clothes for the rest of the day. I agree. My cum stays on her breasts the whole day until she showers in the evening So we continue like that and sleep together nude under the covers at night.

I don't even dream of anything that night. Don't need to.