Still trying to work out what was going on, I ran my hand over the thing I was laying against. It was moving slowly up and down and it smelled really, really good. It was also extremely toasty, which was nice because my room had somehow gotten really cold overnight.
I’ve always been a heavy sleeper and very slow to wake up. Feeling like I was still dreaming, I continued to run my hand down the warm, breathing pillow I was lying on. It was mostly smooth but then I felt a scratchy little trail of hair. Intrigued by the texture, I let my fingers keep traveling until I found a bigger patch of hair. There was something long and hot and hard sticking out of it…what was that?
My eyes still closed, I explored this new shape, sliding my fingers up and down its length until the pillow I was laying on made a low, groaning sound and shifted around.
“Ani,” a low, sleepy voice said. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Hmm?” It sounded like Jake, but why would my stepbrother be in my bedroom? And why did his voice sound so close—almost like it was right under my ear?
“Well, good—I see you two are getting along a lot better now.”
It was the same voice that had woken me up—familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. I peeled open an eyelid and saw a girl with long, straight brown hair and mild brown eyes swimming behind thick glasses looking down at me.
“Hmm?” I mumbled again. I felt like I ought to know her name—she looked familiar but who was she?
She made me pee on a stick, a sleepy voice in my brain suggested. But why would she do that?
“It feels good to take your lover’s shaft in your hand, doesn’t it?” the girl said, smiling gently at me. “And see how hard he is for you! Tonight you may even feel him inside you, filling you with his knot!”
“His…what?” I mumbled, uncertainly.
“The part you’re touching right now,” Jake’s voice said in my ear. “Wake up, Ani! If you keep this up, I can’t be responsible for what happens next!”
The hard, warm pillow under me moved around and I was forced to open both eyes to see what was going on. First I looked up and saw Jake staring down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. Then I looked down to the long, hard, hot thing I was holding in my right hand. It had a broad, mushroom-shaped head on a long, thick shaft. And down at the base of the shaft there was an extra swelling that seemed to go all the way around it. What the hell was I looking at?
Sudden realization washed over me—oh my God, it was his cock!
I jumped up, suddenly fully awake and completely humiliated. It takes a lot to wake me up completely, but finding myself juggling my stepbrother’s junk definitely did the trick.
“Oh Jake, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, feeling my face get hot with shame. “I swear I didn’t mean to! I was having a dream, er, I mean, I thought this was a dream. I mean, I was still asleep—I didn’t meant to grope you, honest!”
Then I realized that, in addition to touching my stepbrother in a very inappropriate way, I was also stark naked in front of him. This hadn’t seemed like a big deal the night before—mainly because it had been so dim in the room he couldn’t see me. Also, I had been freezing, so I didn’t care. But this morning sunlight was pouring through the skylight and I was acutely aware that I didn’t have a stitch on.
“I’m really sorry,” I told him again, as I covered myself with my arms and hands as well as I could. “Really, really sorry.”
“Don’t be ashamed of handling your lover’s body,” Ophelia protested, when Jake didn’t answer. “It’s a natural part of conception, you know.”
“I am not conceiving by anybody,” I told her. “Especially not my stepbrother!”
She looked taken aback.
“Well—and here I thought you two were finally beginning to see the light!”
“You’re asking us to commit incest,” Jake said flatly. “There’s no light to see.”
Ophelia huffed.
“Well, as long as you choose to focus on that rather than the continuation of our species, I suppose you’re going to be grumpy.” She looked at me. “It’s time for another test. Let’s see how your Heat Cycle is doing today.”
“Hey, I’d like a bathroom break too,” Jake complained, frowning. “And what about a drink of water or some breakfast?”
“One thing at a time,” Ophelia said primly. “My first duty is to the Royal Omega.”
She beckoned me off the bed and led me into the bathroom again. There I peed on another stick test and watched uneasily as the little boxes lit up, one by one. The control box was red, the ovulation box was red, the pregnancy box was blue, and the Heat Cycle box…well…