Quiet, and a meeting.

You take a long moment, munching on some pancakes to collect yourself for the day, still tired from last nights--and this morning's--activities. Your entire body feels sore, but in a good way, and you allow yourself to let the happiness and satisfaction wash over you like a warm wave. You can't remember the last time you felt this content. Maybe sometime when you were younger, feeling a child's joy at living life to the fullest.

Life is fucking good.

With a deep sigh, you finally leave your sister's bed and make your way to the bathroom, unconcerned about your nakedness. After this morning's fun with your mom, you doubt she would complain about seeing your swinging cock and balls in the hallway. Hell, you half hope that she does see you. You're kind of curious as to how she'd react.

But you make it without incident and take a shower without interruption. Fifteen minutes later, you rub yourself down with a towel and head to your room for a fresh set of clothes. Feeling back to normal, your grab your backpack and head onto campus for class, literally whistling as you drive.

After so much drama and sex for the past week or so, you kind of expected your life to continue to play out as some sort of non-stop porno that was cooked up in some perverted introvert's taboo-filled brain. Instead, the rest of your day passes in a blissful haze of sheer normality.

And it's fucking amazing.

You're actually able to pay attention in class as your professors lecture--something you've been unable to do before, with images of nubile young girls sweeping across your brain--and take some honest-to-goodness notes. You even manage not to feel too lost after missing so much material, catching up by the end of each class. Your lunch is spent hanging out with classmates, talking about absolutely irrelevant crap, and laughing your asses off at each other's stupid jokes.

You don't even catch a whiff of Asgitsa, although you do feel the hairs on he back of your neck stand up on a couple of occasions. The petite, mysterious girl might be close by, but after your meeting with her yesterday and her odd departure, you're fine with not having to deal with her mumbo-jumbo drama.

By the time your last class of the day finishes, you feel as if your entire being has re-centered itself, bringing you back into harmony. You hadn't even realized how off-kilter you'd felt. You can't be blamed, of course. Gaining almost god-like powers in a dreamworld that bends everything to your will would knock anybody for a loop. Heading to your car, you feel rejuvenated, ready to face anything. Especially if that anything involves your sexy as sin sister and her insane curves, or the continuing corruption of your MILF mother....

Your phone rings, snapping you out of your reverie. A quick glance at the screen gives you a mild shock. It's your father.

You stare at your phone, trying to remember the last time he called you. You come up blank. Whatever relationship you might have had growing up, his change over the past few years has really left you to fend for yourself, with the help of Shelly and and your mom. It's hard to imagine even what he would want.

The screen goes dark, and you've missed the call. You wait to see if he leaves a voicemail, but just when you think must have misdialed you, a message pops up with a loud ringing sound. Short and sweet, it says: _Will you come by my office? _Nothing else. What could he possibly want?

A car horn honks behind you and you realize you've been standing in the parking lot, unmoving for at least a couple of minutes while you weigh your options. You must have looked like an idiot. Raising a hand in apology and stepping out of the way, you type back: Sure. Be there in 15 minute. Pocketing your phone, you climb in your car and make your way out to the highway that'll take you to your father's office.

When you arrive, you find a parking spot on the next street over from the ten-story building where your father's law firm is located. He's worked there ever since you can remember, working his way up from a lowly associate to his current position, as the partner in charge of the entire real-estate law division. His work has always sounded as boring as fuck to you, but you can't deny that the money he rakes in has made for a very comfortable life for your family. On the other hand, you also blame the amount of hours he works and the early morning/late evening schedule to be one of the main factors in him becoming such an asshole.

His firm owns the top three floors of the building. You enter an elevator near the entrance and push the number ten, remembering the last time you were here for the company Christmas party. Your dad got drunk and started laughing as loud as a donkey whenever anybody said anything, whether it was a joke or not; a bunch of lecherous old men kept hitting on your sister, staring down the top of her holiday dress and smiling like ghouls; your mom sat in a corner, trying to stay out of the way; and you kept stick everything you could find in the chocolate fondue, counting the second until you could leave. Needless to say, it was not a fond memory.

The elevator dings and the doors open to a small reception area. The receptionist gives a tiny wave and then returns her gaze to her desk, where you see a half-filled sudoku puzzle waiting to be finished. A short walk down the hallway takes you to Hana's desk, where she is quietly typing at her computer.

When your father's secretary looks up, she does a double-take and then a blush suffuses her cheeks. Belatedly remembering the dream you'd subjected her to the previous night--and her own actions in said dream-- you blush in return, leaving you both staring at each other awkwardly. Finally, you manage to say, "Uhmm...is my father in?"

You immediately feel stupid. Of course he's in, he just texted you to come and meet him. But Hana just meekly nods her head and says, "Yes, I'll take you in to see him."

As she stands, you realize that she's wearing an outfit almost exactly the same as what she was wearing the previous night: a pencil skirt that hugs her hips tightly and an ivory blouse that isn't quite as transparent as the other version. Just looking at her and recalling the sloppy blowjob she was giving your father, the sight of her smallish breasts underneath her top and the voyeuristic masturbation she performed while watching you plowed your sister made your cock twitch in funny ways. You watch her ass sway as she takes the lead, her heels making no noise on the carpeted floor.

Fuck me, you think. I don't see any panty lines underneath her skirt! No wonder my father hired her.

She knocks on your father's door and after a muffled reply, she opens the door and lets you move past her. As you do, your nose catches the alluring scent of her perfume before she closes the door.

"Take a seat," your father say gruffly, pointing to a pair of empty chairs on the other side of his paper-filled desk. You do as requested and sit back, waiting for him to make the first move and explain why he asked you to meet him. He dithers for a while, shuffling papers and never letting his eyes rise up to meet yours. Finally, he sets down his pen and leans back in his chair, his hands coming together beneath his chin.

"Listen," he begins before pausing, his mouth set in a thin line. He rubs a corner of his eye like something is stuck there and then lets his hands fall to his lap. He doesn't seem to know what to do with them and it makes him seem nervous. He tries again. "Listen, I have been doing some thinking. Last night, I wasn't feeling well, I'd had a long day here at work and I don't think I handled the situation in the proper manner. It hasn't been easy, doing what I've needed to do to take care of our family, and some of the choices I've made...well, let's just say I'm starting to reconsider them." He's still unable to look directly at you, but he takes a deep breath and finishes in a rush. "And so I wanted to apologize and let you know that I'm going to try and do better."

Your mind is reeling. Did he really come to this conclusion after only one dream session? I've normally needed at least a couple to effect lasting changes. Am I getting stronger in the dream world? Or maybe he was already coming to these conclusions on his own and I just nudged him along? Setting those thoughts aside for a later date, you fold your arms across your chest.

"I appreciate that. But I'm not really the one you should be apologizing to. That would be Shelly."

He's nodding his head to your words. "I know, I know," he admits. "It's just...I still think of her as my little girl and seeing her wear an dress like that with her...." He holds his hands out in front of him, for a brief second unaware of his actions. When he realizes he's imitating the size of your sister's--his daughter's--giant juggs, he lowers them in embarrassment. "Well, I guess I wasn't well prepared. She's a beautiful young lady and she's going to make some young man extremely happy someday."

Yeah, last night and this morning, you think with an inward grin.

"I'll get to her apology this evening, when I get home." He frowns. "I unfortunately have to work late...." You tune out the rest of his excuses, the same old story. But even as your eyes glaze over, you wonder if he is seriously trying to turn over a new leaf and make up for the shit he's put the rest of the family through. Baby steps, baby steps.

He pauses his rambling and you immediately stand up, signaling that he doesn't have to keep talking. Relieved he also stands and holds out his hand. In an oddly formal manner, you shake hands and part with muttered 'goodbyes,' both happy to be done.

As you leave his office, Hana gives you a shy wave and you can't help but let your eyes linger on her lithe body. She doesn't possess the same assets as your sister or mother, but her Asian features, pristine skin and petite frame ignite a subconscious, animal response in your brainstem. Without realizing, a question pops free from your mouth.

"Are you wearing panties?"

When your brain finally catches up, you can't believe you just asked that question of a woman you barely know. Hana's face freezes, her eyes wide and her lips forming a surprised 'o.' Why the hell did I say that? You begin to offer an apology, anything to make this situation less of a blunder, but then the secretary begins to slowly shake her head in the negative. Looking around, she makes sure nobody else is close by. With a slow precision, her hands drop to her skirt and pulls it up her legs.

Her black nylons come to an end around mid-thigh and from that point on it's naked flash all the way up. Her creamy thighs are so thin that you know she'd have a gap between them if she was standing. Even higher, her skirt slides up until her pussy mound is exposed, neatly trimmed and shaped into a small triangle just above her pussy lips. She then leans back in her chair and spreads her knees, letting you see her sweet twat in all its glory. She must like your hungry gaze on her puss, because you can see beads of liquid begin to glisten in its pink folds.

Holy fuck! you think for the hundredth time since this whole adventure began. What the hell is going on? This can't be fucking real.

You swallow, hard. "Thank you," you say dumbly and leave the Asian girl behind you, skirt still above her waist. It's not until you reach the elevator that you realize you'd walked the entire way with a huge boner stuck in your pants, plain for anybody to see. Shaking your head, you almost breath a sigh of relief when your phone rings, distracting you from wondering how you might be able to find Hana's door in the endless hallway of doors.