Heavy suggestions.

That night I had another dream, another encounter with Frey, the spirit of lust. The scene was in my room again, and once more I was sitting on my bed with the ghostly shape of a woman in front of me. I felt conscious, but indifferent and apathetic.

“You’re really passive, aren’t you?” Frey said. “I’m really tempted to change your personality, but I already promised I wouldn’t do that. You’re damn lucky I made sure those three girls were so into you or I’d be starving right now.”

Right. If not for Frey’s magic, none of this would be happening. The girls wouldn’t have a reason to be around me. It was frustrating, but I felt a little grateful. I didn’t deserve it, but I was happy it was happening.

“That said, I’ll need you to step up your game, kid. Continue as you are and not even my powers will keep those girls with you. I told you I’m not all that strong yet.”

“…” A subtle feeling of urgency began to grow in my chest. I didn’t know if it was me or if it was Frey’s doing. Nevertheless, I nodded. Even apathetic as I was, I didn’t want to waste this opportunity. “I’ll try my best, but it’ll be hard. Is that the reason you appeared in my dreams again?”

“Half the reason,” she said. The ghostly form floated closer to me, getting behind me and laying intangible hands on my shoulders. “I heard your wish, Oliver. You want to become closer to your sister, do you not?”

“…I do,” I answered easily. “I don’t like fighting with her.” My words came from knowing myself, not from any emotions I was feeling at that moment. It was like talking about another person, about the me that existed in the waking world. That Oliver, the one currently asleep on the bed, wished he could somehow fix his relationship with his sister.

“Very well. Then I’ll lend you a hand. I happen to know a great way for people to grow closer.”

Frey chuckled mischievously, and though I knew there was more to her words, I couldn’t care. Then she vanished from my dream bedroom, dissipating her form into thin air, and when she did, the atmosphere around me changed. I no longer felt apathetic. I was becoming… aroused. I felt my heart pumping, my loins burning, and I could’ve sworn I noticed my room took on a subtle pinkish tint, like I had a control panel for the lights somewhere.

The door opened, and through it walked my sister, Isabelle. At least someone who looked exactly like her. Her stride was slow, one foot in front of the other. Her hips swayed, her eyes were locked on me. She stood in front of me, and before I knew it I was putting my hands on her hips.

Isabelle pushed me down on the bed and laid on top of me, her lips painful inches away from mine. I stared into her clear, gray eyes, and she stared back. I could feel her breath on my face, her long hair falling at my sides, the softness of her chest on mine, the plumpness of her ass in my hands. When had they moved, anyway?

She pulled up her top, letting her breasts fall close to my face. I could’ve tasted them if only I’d been able to lift my neck. She played with my hair, rolling it around her finger tenderly as she also traced the outline of my jaw.

“Oliver…” she whispered. “Brother…” Isabelle started rocking her hips, dry-humping me through her shorts. “I love you, brother. I want you so bad. Do you want me?”

I didn’t answer. Whatever small part of my conscious self was still awake knew this was wrong. It was also very awkward. But everything else… The atmosphere, Isabelle’s voice, her body, my reactions… Everything was trying to **** me to give in.

And then I woke up. I did so with that terrifying sensation of falling off a cliff and the most annoying morning boner I’d ever had. What was worse, for the life of me I could not remember what I had dreamt that would leave me like that. I had to guess it was something related to Grace, with her sending me those pictures and all.

I washed myself, brushed my teeth and walked out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. It was what I always did. I was often the first one to wake up and mom had her own bathroom in her bedroom. Isabelle and I didn’t have to fight over the use of our shared one, at least, since we had a pretty established routine by now. But every once in a while we’d bump into each other in the hallway. This was one of those times.

Isabelle was startled at first, backing away and standing under her door frame. Then I saw her blinking and shuddering before she started… staring at me, looking at me up and down. I should’ve felt embarrassed or something, but I was staring back at her. It was my second time being so aware of how attractive my sister was. I felt uncomfortable at the thought. As a result, I played my usual card and ran away to my room.

I didn’t know what that was, but my heart was racing. It wasn’t the first time I ran into Isabelle after walking out of the shower, but neither of us ever thought much of it. Now, though…

I had to stop thinking about it. It was probably because the girls had been so… bold yesterday that I was just too horny, and thinking that made me remember I would see them again today. I got excited and got dressed as quickly as I could.

I was determined. I would try to speak more today, actually talk to the girls, if only a few sentences. I didn’t want them to think I was ignoring them or anything. Yesterday had been fun. Risky and weird, yeah, but fun. And on top of that, Grace had promised me to ‘show me more’ if I spoke to her. I couldn’t let that opportunity pass.

It was the first time I was actually excited to go to school.