Dreams Of You

Lights shone down on the football field. Zack blinked, and found he was sitting in the bleachers. He cast his gaze around and saw in surprise the bleachers were entirely empty. The field was empty, too, and then it wasn’t.

Suddenly, six girls were on the field, all of them dressed in slutty cheerleader costumes.

Zack blinked again and then he wasn’t in the bleachers, he was on the field, sitting right in front of the six girls.

To his surprise, he saw Ashley, Heather, Victoria, Chloe, Grace, and Madison standing there in a straight line. Their costumes were two piece, meaning there was a wide strip of toned skin on display. Zack thought all six looked stunning. Heather and Chloe’s tits were bouncing around as the six girls began to do a simple cheerleading routine.

It actually wasn’t a slutty cheerleader routine or anything. It was just a normal routine that Zack had watched Heather, Ashley, Madison, and Paris do loads of times. Heather blew him a kiss halfway through the routine, and then they stopped cheering.

The six girls walked up to him, and during the walk up to him, Grace and Madison vanished.

So, in fact, only four girls reached him. Heather sat down in his lap. Chloe sat down beside him, Victoria sat on his other side, and Ashley came up behind him.

“You’re so hot, Zack.” Victoria moaned, and the other three girls gave moans of agreement. Heather’s was particularly loud and particularly slutty. You know, that moan almost sounded like something that Taylor would make. But that’d be weird. It was obviously Heather moaning.

Zack’s left hand slipped under Victoria’s short skirt, and she mewled as his fingers found her bare pussy. Huh. Guess dream cheerleaders didn’t need bras or panties. He mentioned bras because Chloe’s big nipples were poking at her top. Were Chloe’s nipples that big in real life? Zack imagined so, as all the other girls were exactly right.

Zack cupped Chloe’s ass with his right hand, and enjoyed how his best friend started grinding her butt against his hand. Zack looked up and saw an upside down Ashley. The blond beamed at him, and then she started kissing him, his face looking directly up while fingering Victoria and groping Chloe. Zack felt his shorts be pulled down, and then soft lips enveloped his cock’s tip.

Heather’s lips, Zack assumed.

“Zack!” Taylor’s voice came, loudly and seemingly in pleasure.

“Zack...” the voice changed. Zack opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in a football field.

He was laying in bed, and smiling at a woman he knew like the back of his hand. It was Chloe, yet not Chloe.

She looked older, probably in her late twenties. She was also about six months pregnant. Her tits looked absolutely fabulous swollen with milk, and Zack found himself salivating over her. She waddled towards the bed, and Zack saw the gold shining on her finger.

His wife. That’s what Chloe was. His wife. She leaned in and kissed him, and Zack kissed back, slowly, and familiarly. No longer were they groping, horny teenagers. Now they were adults. Adults who truly and deeply loved each other, and were looking forwards to the rest of their lives together.

Then the bedroom door opened and Heather came in, smiling. She, too, was in her late twenties. She was a vision of beauty, a woman who clearly improved with age. She was not pregnant, but a gold ring shimmered on her finger as well.

But Zack didn’t feel that same instantaneous connection with her as when he saw Chloe’s ring.

“Jared’s working late.” Heather beamed. Right. Heather wasn’t Zack’s wife, she was Jared’s. Mrs. Heather Lockett, just like Chloe was now Mrs. Chloe Bishop.

“Huh. So is Brandon.” came the voice of Mrs. Ashley Cole. Zack smiled at the blond woman in her late twenties. She was pregnant, but only at about three months, rather than Chloe’s six.

Zack knew that the baby inside Ashley was not his, and a pang went through him. A pang of regret.

“Guess it’s a whole party.” Mrs. Victoria Westher laughed, walking into Zack and Chloe’s bedroom. She was radiant, and the sight of her stole Zack’s breath away. Victoria at 18 was absolutely breathtaking, but Victoria in her late twenties? A masterpiece.

Her green eyes twinkled as she came up to Zack and kissed him.

Zack looked at Heather, Victoria, and Ashley. The three girls he loved who all married other guys, then at Chloe, who he’d married. Who he’d impregnated.

“Ohhhh, Zacccck!” came Taylor’s voice again. What the fuck was happening? Why did he keep hearing his sister’s voice in his dreams?

Zack looked between all four girls, and knew that he would hate losing any of them. Hate not being their husband. The father of their children. How could he choose? It’d be like asking which finger he wanted cut off. Not an impossible choice, but one that would have no right answer. Either way, you lose.

Zack loved all four women. That much he knew, but... how could he give up three? Could he give up three? Or would it break him, to see this happen? To attend Heather’s wedding? Or Victoria’s, or Ashley’s? Or Chloe’s, if he chose differently.

No, any of them would ruin Zack.

He would be ruined.

A startling thought for somebody who’s only 18. But Zack knew that he could not give them up.

Ever.

———

Zack startled awake. Huh. What had he been dreaming about? It was a good dream, whatever it was. He felt like he’d been confident and happy in that dream. Had Dream Zack chosen between all the girls?

Zack racked his brain. Nope. No recollection of what he’d been dreaming. Damn, he hated it when that happens.

Zack glanced at the other occupant of his bed. Taylor was on her back, moaning.

“Zacccck! Fuck me!” Taylor was moaning. Zack’s eyes widened, and his mouth hung open.

“Zack! Make me a mother! Fill me with your baby batter!” Taylor begged.

She was asleep. Dreaming. Dreaming of her little brother fucking her.

Zack flopped down on the bed, flipped over so his back was to Taylor, and then he gave her a savage kick, startling her awake while he pretended to sleep.

He heard Taylor give a low whimper, maybe at how aroused she was? Her panties were probably soaked, from how much she was enjoying her dream.

“Fuck.” he heard her whisper. Zack listened as Taylor got out of bed, and must have realized she didn’t have a change of clothes.

He heard a drawer open.

Was she stealing Ashley’s panties?!

She must have, because she climbed back into bed a moment later, and slid up behind Zack, slipping one of her arms over him, and her perky but small breasts pushed up against his chest. It didn’t take her long to go back to sleep, but it took Zack a very long time.

———

Zack ducked under an arrow as he lifted his sword, felling enemy soldiers with every strike as he rampaged across the battlefield like a god of war.

He saw the fierce succubi queen, Heathra, rise up into the air, purple energy crackling around her, before exploding, sending enemy soldiers flying.

The paladin, Victoire, swung her greatsword fiercely, and Zack gave her a nod of thanks. The beautiful paladin returned the nod, and the two warriors continued fighting.

The rogue, Asha, ran past, a small band of enemy soldiers on her tail. She leaped up onto a rock and back flipped over their heads. She drew twin daggers and proceeded to slaughter the group of enemy soldiers.

Zack cut through three more soldiers, and then across the field, he saw the sorceress Cloa lift her white staff and then ruby colored lightning arced from the crystal atop the staff, frying nearby enemies.

Ha! With such warriors like these, winning the war would be easy!

———

When Zack woke up, it was light out. The sun shone directly in his eyes. Blinking wearily, he turned to see that Taylor had slipped out of his bed at some point.

Probably for the best, as Zack didn’t know if he could look his sister in the eye knowing she had a sex dream about him. A pretty wild one, too, if what Zack heard was any indication.

He climbed out of bed and headed towards the door of the bathroom, needing to piss, badly.