Day 5 & Emily's first dream

I never thought I'd wake up to the sight of my sister next to me, looking at me with playful curiosity whilst clutching the sheets to her naked breasts. The sheets rustle when they fall as she finally gets up and casually walks to the bathroom in the cold morning air.

We spend the rest of the morning buying groceries, as instructed by mom in a phone call during breakfast. But when we came home, mom was disappointingly there. "Hi, kids!" she says. "Turns out your aunt is fine. She just..." I look at Shelly and she shrugs.

So we just do our own thing and play some games on the Xbox in the evening. She gives me a sly smile when we retreat into our rooms for the night.

I hope she doesn't anticipate a wet dream tonight, because I've got other plans. Sorry, Shelly. Emily had been my first crush back in high school, and in the two years I'd known her she just got more and more jaw-dropping, as a track-and-field athlete and, well, just the power of puberty I guess. We'd met for a group assignment that lasted a few weeks and got a little close, and by the end of it I had confessed my feelings to her. She rejected me politely, which was good, but we inevitably started drifting apart after that.

Call me petty, but I've never quite gotten over her. She has a boyfriend now. And I have... dreams. This time, I don't want to know I have control. I want to experience this myself.

"John? Hey, John. John!"

I woke up with a headache and blinding white lights piercing into my eyes. And Emily was in front of me.

My heart stopped.

Noticing that I was awake, she retreated back to a sitting position in front of me. In her eyes, worry, and confusion.

"What - where are we?" I said.

"I don't know."

We were in a small room, the size of a shower area. The walls and floor were white cushion, except the side to my right, which looked like a one-way mirror. I saw my reflection in it, and Emily's. I couldn't see anything by trying to look through it.

The space was really small, I don't think I had enough space to fully lie down. I put my legs to the left to give Emily more space. She stretched her legs out on my right and I had to remind myself she was an athlete because of those beautiful thighs and calves. Powerful, but tender. She was barefoot and wore casual shorts and a loose, plain t-shirt.

"How did we end up here?" She asked, her voice still as melodious.

"I - " I tried to think hard - I felt like I knew the answer, but had just forgotten. I tried again, but it seemed just out of reach. "I don't know."

She stood up, and felt around the walls, and I had a chance to witness her magnificent body. The same questions arose again in my mind, the ones when I first got to know her - how is this level of beauty even humanly possible?

Of course, I stood up too. I was taller than her by a bit now. We've never been this physically close for me to notice the difference. I checked the walls too - the cushion was soft but they were quite solid. Her aside - I was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. Being trapped with my crush in a small space with no escape.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God. What do we do?" she said. "There must be some way we got in here - can you push the glass?"

I tried, it didn't budge. We tried finding crevasses or something, anything, in the wall for a while, but nothing. Then I found something in my pocket. A note. I told Emily, and she stood next to me and leaned in to read it, arms clasped behind her and an invisible wall between us called personal space.

Welcome to The Room

Congratulations! You have been selected as participants for The Room. You will now find two buttons on the glass pane. Please select one each.

Red button: you will be tied up, and become extremely aroused. Your task is to orgasm twice before the timer runs out.

Blue button: you will become naked and your body extremely sensitive. Your task is not to orgasm before the timer runs out.

If you are successful in completing the tasks, you gain freedom.

_"_What kind of sick joke is this?" Emily said, and paced around what little space we had. I tried to hide my boner, which I think she noticed, because my shorts were thin. She didn't say anything. It's not like I wanted this. Still, it doesn't matter that this feels surreal, something straight out my fantasies. I move back, feel the soft walls in my hands and gulped, trying to give Emily as much respect as possible in this situation. She's right. This is sick. Who would set up such a thing?

The two buttons were sitting there, on the glass pane. Emily suddenly looked up at me, her expression unreadable at first, then turning into embarrassment. She looked away.

"Sorry," was all I managed to say.

"Yeah I'm sorry too, if this is all...uncomfortable for you."

"No, I mean... likewise." And now it just feels like a job to be done, gotten over with. Which is less inappropriate, I suppose. Difficult circumstances call for difficult actions.

I wasn't sure if it was more impolite for me to ask, or wait for her to, but in the end I did. "So... which one?"

She blushed even harder. God, she was beautiful. I tried not to think about anything beyond that, like her copious breasts underneath tha- shit. I'm sorry.

"Which one do you want?" she cleared her throat to say.

"No, your choice. Your choice."

After a while she asked for the note again. I handed it to her. She took a glance.

"I've made my decision," she said.