Something weird with Shelly today...

So after putting your jizz-covered underwear in the washing machine for the second time this week, you got everything ready and went down to the dinner table for breakfast.

You paused as you noticed a note on the table right next to your dish.

Picking it up, it read, "Dear pesky plumbers, the koopalings and I have taken over the mushroom-"

Wait, no, that's you still being drowsy. You slap yourself awake and reread the note again.

"I'm gonna be out early for my job. Will be back by five. Be responsible without me! <3 -Mom"

Meh, alright.

Setting the note aside, you sat down and began eating breakfast. Pancake with frosting and Canadian syrup. Mmm.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see your sister Shelly standing a few feet away from you. You turn to her and find her staring at you with this weird expression, like she can't tell whether to be creeped out or nervous or disgusted.

"Something wrong with my face?" You asked.

She snapped herself out and frantically waved, "No, nothing's wrong. Sorry, I didn't mean to... Er... Do what I did."

...?

"Ahuh. Well, you should hurry and eat breakfast. It's gonna get cold." You reminded her.

"Right..." She slowly walked over to her seat and sat down, although she didn't touch her plate yet.

And she was still staring at you.

Still staring.

"You seem to have something on your mind." You said.

"Umm... Uh..." She suddenly blushed and looked down, refitting her shirt straight out of habit.

You laid your fork down and grabbed a napkin, "Okay, out with it. What's wrong?"

"Huh?"

You wiped your lips, "There's something wrong. You keep staring at me like I have a second chin my forehead. Did I do something wrong, or do you want to tell me something important, or what?"

"Oh... Um..." She stammered, "No, nothing's actual wrong... It's just... I... Have you-..."

You decided to stay still and waited patiently for her to finish. She's never acted like this before, so whatever she wanted to talk about, it must be pretty serious.

"Okay... So... Have you been having any weird dreams?" She asked.

"I dunno. Maybe? I tend to forget about them later after I wake up."

"Oh... Do you remember having any weird dreams... about... about me?"

...?

"Nnnnooo?"

Weird dreams about her? The hell is she talking about?

"Because, I've had two dreams in a row... And they were about you... I think." She seemed hesitant to continue further.

"What kind of dreams? Bad dreams? Nightmares?"

"No. Well- I mean- sort of maybe not? It's not like they're scary or anything... It's just really weird..."

"How is it weird?"

She stayed silent for a long time, unsure how to respond. She furrowed her brows in thought before shaking her head, "No, it's nothing. Forget about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I think it's just a dream. Dreams are pretty weird after all... So I probably shouldn't worry about it."

Huh...

"Well, alright. As long as you're okay, I guess." You stepped down and went back to eating.

"Yeah... Yeah I'm okay..." She smiled, and started eating her own.

After that, you went to school. A student teacher-assistant tripped and fell in front of you, and you somehow managed to catch a glimpse of her panties for a brief second. Other than that, it was still boring smchoring blaaaaeeeugh.

After you went home, you wanted to check up on your laundry to see if your dirty underwear were clean yet. The house was out of laundry detergent, so some clothes would still stink after being washed. The smell eventually leaves after a second wash though, so you wanted to get that done before either your mom or your sister went through the laundry and smelt the jizz from your underwear. God knows what an embarrassing and awkward conversation that would be...

You were about to reach the laundry room when you saw Shelly walking out as she stuffed something in her pocket. When she looked up and noticed you, she got startled and jumped back against the wall.

"It's just me, calm down." You held your hands up as a sign of peace.

"J-J-John! Hey! How, uh, how's it going little brother? Need something?" She stammered nervously, holding her hands behind her.

"Just wanted to sort through my laundry."

"Oh! Right! Sure. Yeah, go ahead. I'll just be p-passing by..." She forcefully chuckled, looking as pale as a ghost.

Any smarter man would wonder what the hell is going on and why she was acting so nervously.

You are not a smart man.

"'Kay." You nodded, and went inside the laundry room.

You heard Shelly sprint to the end of the hall and rushed upstairs before hearing a door slam shut.

Thinking nothing of it, you opened up the washer to check on your clothes, and more importantly, your underwear.

Sifting through the pile, you found... only one of your pair that got covered in semen. Where the hell did the other one go?

You looked around, searched and searched, but the other one just wasn't there. Like it was missing.

Did you already clean and put away the other one yesterday?

Hm.......

Eh, that must have been it. You'll look for it later then.

So, yadadada, you screw about in the living room, you watch TV, mom comes home, you eat dinner- (strangely enough, your sister didn't eat with you this time) and then it was back to bed.

You were about to enter your room, but you paused because you heard some weird sounds coming from your sisters room.

Normally, you don't want to intrude in your sister's room since she really hates it when you do. But after what happened this morning, you're starting to get a little bit worried about her. She said something about having weird dreams...

Was she having nightmares? Was she having a nightmare right now and that's where the sound was coming from?

Well, it might be safe to check, just to be sure.

You considered calling out for here and see if she was awake, but you decide against it. What if she was just snoring and you woke up for no reason?

So you walked up next to her door and put your ear against it to hear what kind of noise it was. It sounded like... Some sort of heavy breathing? Sniffing? Also some kind of wet sloshing sounds?

Out of curiousity, you quietly opened the door just a bit to peek through-

AAAAND IT WAS YOUR SISTER MASTURBATING. YOUR SISTER WAS MASTURBATING, SHE WAS JILLING HERSELF, AND SHE'S DOING IT LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW. OH. OH GOD.

AND SHE WAS HOLDING SOME SORT OF CLOTH THING UP TO HER FACE AND SNIFFING IT LIKE COCAINE- OH SHIT-

You quietly closed the door, eyes wide and probably scarred for life.

"She's fine. Back to bed." You stated to yourself, going back to your room and laying in bed, hoping that you'll forget this image of your sister one day and never ever remembering it ever again.

And thus you sleep the shock off.