Sunny with a chance of Brooke

First thing to do was clean yourself up. Your shared wet dream with your sister left quite the mess in your pants. Second, you threw on some sweat pants and made your way downstairs for breakfast. Thank God you tested your Labyrinth connection on a Friday night. Waking up to a morning class would've been quite the downer.

In the kitchen, you spotted your mom, Elizabeth, making fresh pancakes.

"Morning, baby." she says to you with a smile. You flash a weak smile of your own and greet her in kind.

"You know I can cook for myself, mom. You don't have to spoil me like this." you comment while taking a seat at the table.

"Oh, I know, sweetheart. But I'm your mom! It's my job to spoil you with good food!"

She carefully places the flapjacks onto the plate before you, then leans in to kiss you on the cheek. You really do have an amazing mom.

Things had been hard for her since your father left. Bastard was absent for most of your childhood, then filed for divorce when he started hooking up with some bimbo behind your mom's back. She got some alimony in the separation, as well as custody over you and your sister (not that he seemed to want it anyway), but a broken home is hard to move past. And as you ate those fluffy, syrupy pancakes, you figured giving into her (s)mothering wasn't the worst thing in the world. You just wished you could help her more, show your appreciation in some other way....

"Morning, mom. Morning, bro." said Brooke entering the kitchen.

Her greeting interrupted your train of thought as you became more tense. Did she remember the dream last night? What if she finds out you know?

Brooke gave you a gentle hug before giving one to your mom.

"So far so good." Nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet.

Like you, she took her seat at the table and scarfed down some of your mom's homemade breakfast. Partway through the meal, your mom had to go out for the afternoon and pickup groceries, leaving you and Brooke alone.

"How'd you sleep?" you probed, trying to read her.

"Oh, pretty good. I had a really crazy dream, I think."

"Anything in particular?" you needed to know more.

"Well, you were in it. And I think we were home. You walked in on me doing something important. Everything else is kind of a blur." she answered.

It was unclear if she really couldn't remember, or she was just hesitant to tell her brother that she dreamt of him masturbating with her. Perhaps further testing would be necessary to learn the full reach of your power.

"Anyway, I should probably go shower and change. I haven't been feeling totally fresh this morning."

Brooke took her leave and disappeared upstairs while you finished up. Her last remark there gave you an idea, but you needed to time things right.

You slunk upstairs and waited in your room with the door open, straining to hear the shower kick on. The bathroom door soon slammed shut, muting the sounds of rushing water. The time was now. Carefully, you leaned out into the hallway and tip-toed to Brooke's room. Her door was ajar, granting you access.

It looked just like it did in her dream. Same carpet, same walls, same curtains and all. On her bed was a stack of clothes, with her pajamas balled up next to it. Taking one last glance outside, you made absolutely sure Brooke was in the shower. You stealthily crept up to the bed and rummaged through her worn PJs.

"If we're following Freddy Krueger logic, and I came because our dream, then.... AHA!"

In your hands you held the answer to your question: a pair of pink panties with an obvious stain at the crotch.

"If you cum in your dreams, you cum for real!" you joked.

Your suspicions confirmed, you did your best to set the laundry as it was before you found it, then eased your way back to safety. In your room, you had a lot to think about. You really did enter your sister's dream, and you really made her cum!

"That's really cool, and really hot, but she's my sister! Why was I so obsessed with her in the dream? Why did I just rummage through my little sister's panties like some pervert? There must be something to this I'm not seeing."

Maybe when you went to your campus on Monday, you could check up more notes on the Labyrinth and figure something out. But for now, you weren't going to fixate on it too much, and just enjoy the fact that you succeeded.