"Oh god no!" Eve mumbled sleepily. She had woken suddenly, lying on her stomach. She gingerly lifted her hips to touch herself between her legs. She was soaked. The crotch of her panties was practically dripping. She groaned at her touch, still tender from what had just happened.
"No! No!" she said, trying to keep her voice down. She rolled onto her side. It had never happened before. She felt the sheet and the mattress underneath, it was soaked through. Embarrassment swept through her, shame soon followed.
The dream was starting to fade in her mind, even if the effects still remained. She guessed she had been grinding into the bed, pushing her hips into the mattress. As she had orgasmed in her dream she had managed to squirt into her panties.
"Fucking brilliant," she said to herself. The shame she felt wasn't because of what happened. That was a bit embarrassing, but also it had been awesome. The shame was there because of the dream itself, and it's leading role. It wasn't the first time, but this was the first time it had gotten this desperate.
She touched herself again, her hand inside her panties, another moan escaped her lips. She was so wet. She forced herself to ignore it. She moved away from the damp patch and tried her best to get back to sleep.
When the alarm woke Eve a few hours later the bed was still a bit damp. She couldn't believe how much had come out of her. She rolled over and sat up. She stretched. Her slim petite body tightened. Her vest top revealing her flat toned stomach. Her pert firm breasts pushing against the fabric. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.
She pondered whether or not to tell her best friend what had happened. She would have to think about it. Freya already knew about her dark secret, and knew how much it haunted her, but she still teased, as friends do. She was meeting her soon, she had to get moving.
Alex was downstairs finishing his breakfast when his sister walked in. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a grey hoodie. He could tell right away to keep his mouth shut. Having experienced 18 years of having a sister, he knew exactly what mood she was in by the look on her face. She had been alright last night, so she had obviously slept badly. He couldn't be bothered with an argument, having split up recently from his girlfriend, his own mood wasn't exactly all sunshine.
"Morning," Eve said as she stuck the kettle on. Forcing herself to be civil. Last night wasn't her brother's fault. They did get on well, hanging out a lot with each other, the two year age gap meant they still liked similar things. She went to retrieve a coffee cup from the draining board.
She felt the hand on her shoulder as Alex leant around her to put his bowl in the sink. Images of last night flashed through her head at the touch. She nearly moaned, stopping herself just in time. His hand came off.
"Morning," Alex said, not noticing Eve's discomfort, if it was discomfort. He didn't ask if she was okay. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he cared deeply for his sister of course. He just knew that she was in a 'do not talk to me' mood. And he was right. He headed back to his room to get ready for work.
Eve was relieved that her brother knew her so well. She hadn't been sure how she was going to face this morning. She was tired and grumpy, her emotions were going haywire. She had to do something. Maybe talking to Freya would help clear her mind.
"Hey babe," Freya said, as Eve approached. Freya had been on her phone and hadn't seen her friend properly as she walked towards her. As soon as she looked up she knew something was up. "Oh no. What's the matter with you?"
"Am I always that easy to read?" Eve said. She cursed herself. She had even tried to act normal. She couldn't hide anything from those closest to her, and that was risky at the moment. "I like your dress." Her friend always made a bit more effort for uni than her own comfort effort of jeans, hoodie, and trainer combo. Freya was wearing a pleated yellow tartan skirt and black long sleeved top, low on her chest with her ample cleavage on view. She drew the affection of many men and women. She had long dark hair and a beautiful curvy body. She had nearly tipped Eve into the world of bisexuality a few times, but Eve had other desires.
"Don't deflect the question," Freya said. "And yes you are. You might as well print a headline on your forehead everyday. Right now your face is telling me you've been up to something naughty."
"For fucks sake," Eve grumbled. She thought once more about whether or not to share. She decided she had to speak to someone, and her brother wasn't an option. They started walking. They had a lecture at the University to get to.
"Come on spit it out?" Freya pushed. "I know you're a swallow type of girl, but I'm all ears."
Eve laughed. "Fuck off," she said. She could always rely on Freya to make her smile.
Freya liked making her friend smile. She liked the way Eve's face lit up. It made an already pretty face shine brighter and more enchanting.
"I..." Eve tried to continue. She took a deep breath. "I woke up in the middle of the night. All wet."
"You pissed yourself!" Freya nearly shouted, lowering her voice just in time.
Eve's head spun round, she flushed red. "NO!" Eve cried. She lowered her own voice. "No. I had a dream. A wet dream. It felt like I had pissed myself."
"Oh my God," Freya said. "Is that possible? I know boys can, but they're permanently like grenades ready to go off."
"Yeah it's possible," Eve said quietly. "I googled it."
"Wow," Freya said. "And you were that wet?" She knew of Eve's secret ability as Freya liked to think of it, and thought of it she had, many a time.
"Yep," Eve said. "It's going to take a while to dry out."
"Jesus," Freya said. "I wish I had stayed over last night. That would have been a sight to see."
Eve blushed. Freya was openly bisexual and usually said whatever popped into her head. Often Eve just tried to ignore what she said, unsure of how to answer.
"Why are you so bothered anyway?" Freya asked, filling the silence. "It sounded like it must have been a great dream. If a dream had made me cum that hard I would be in a great mood."
"It wasn't the wet bed that was the problem," Eve said. "It was the dream that made the mess." Freya stopped, her head turned to face her friend.
"This is going to be interesting," Freya said. She knew what was coming. "Who was it that was fucking your pretty little ass?"
"Freya!" Eve said. She paused for a while. "It was..." She couldn't say it.
"It was your brother wasn't it?" Freya said, she tried desperately not to smirk. Her friend looked quite distressed. "It fucking was, wasn't it?" Eve had said to her a few times, when she was drunk usually, about her weird fantasy. Freya had found it kinky. Those two together was a good image to fantasise about.
"It was," Eve replied, looking down at the pavement. "And it was amazing. It's getting worse. It took all my willpower this morning not to say something to him, thinking if I told him he would want me too. It's so wrong. What am I going to do?"
"I don't know babe," Freya replied. "That is pretty fucked up." She looked at Eve and immediately regretted her words. Her friend was looking very upset.
"I'll have to move out," Eve said. She had lived with her brother for nearly 6 months now. It had been perfect timing when he had been offered a job in the city she was going to university in. It was an obvious choice for both of them to rent a place together to save some money. Even better for Eve as her brother's job paid extremely well, and he had met more than his fair share of the costs of living. He had always been kind and generous. Along with his good looks and hot body he was perfect. That was why she loved him, a little too much.
