*All persons in this story are at least 18 years of age*
*I'm trying something new...This story is a bit on the weird side, which might not appeal to everyone, so I will only continue with more chapters if it maintains a HOT rating. If not, then I will move on to another sordid tale.*
Part 1: Unreality
When Alexa was 11 years old, she developed a very strange ability that she would remain completely unaware of for the next few years. Whenever she would go to sleep, she would have someone else's dreams. At first it was difficult to understand that this was happening since dreams typically happen in the first person and rarely would she ever see her reflection in these dreams. But through a series of events and various information that she would later remember, she began to realize that she was always a boy in her dreams.
That fact would prove important in later discovering that her dreams belonged to the same boy every time. Initially she just assumed that, like many of her dreams prior to puberty, very strange things would happen that could not be easily explained and that were often times impossible. Dreams were like that, they were weird and bizarre and sometimes disturbing. Dreaming that she was the opposite sex didn't exactly raise any red flags for her. But over time, as she observed that all of her dreams had this one thing in common, she did come to appreciate that there might be some importance to this fact.
Maybe she was a lesbian, she thought, or she secretly wanted to be a boy. Seeing an erect penis on the internet, a very big one at that, seemed to dissuade this notion quickly. She found herself reacting quite normally to the image, and not once did it cause her to desire having one attached to her body. She just wanted one inside of her body, and this didn't seem out of the ordinary to her. After confirming her heterosexuality, and finding no confusion in her gender identity, she moved on from this line of reasoning.
Stranger still were the many times the dreams would be erotic. In those dreams, she would have a penis and it would be sexually manipulated, ending in the expected result of such manipulation. Her (or rather "his" she supposed) penis would get the most wonderful feeling and would ejaculate copious amounts of semen. Usually the dream ended abruptly at this exact time, which was a very confusing feeling for her to translate into reality. After all, she had no such penis in real life. The orgasm was very real, however, filled with pleasure and relief. The relief part was the strangest, since her own masturbatory orgasms didn't bring the same feeling exactly. There was no physical expulsion of fluids to the same scale, although her sheets would be soiled appropriately during these wet dreams as was expected.
She continued having these dreams as the next few years went on. There were some rare occasions when she would dream as herself, which only puzzled her. But the vast majority of times she dreamt, it would be in the body of the same boy. The people who would interact sexually with her in the dreams seemed to be entirely women, which would often compel her to seek out lesbian pornography to test whether her sexuality was changing. She found images of women having sex pleasant and even beautiful but not arousing to the point where she desired to act them out.
The mystery continued into her later teens. The wet dreams eventually stopped and any erotic encounters would simply frustrate her and cause her to awaken with pent up desires to touch the missing appendage that had been aching for someone's touch in the dreams. Masturbation of her vagina was not especially effective for her to relieve this feeling, for obvious reasons. She pondered whether or not she should seek out professional help, but how could she know for certain whether or not other people experienced this same thing? It wasn't exactly the topic of conversation between her friends or family.
When she was 19 years old, something happened that finally gave a clue as to the origins of these strange dreams. It was something both embarrassing and intriguing. Her fraternal twin brother, Devin, walked in on her naked in the bathroom.
It hadn't exactly been a pleasant experience, of course. She had just stepped out of the shower and was still dripping wet, but hadn't locked the bathroom door. Devin was known for barging in on her, quite innocently but also frequently. Maybe he wanted to sneak a peek of her, and on some level she felt complimented by that possibility, but mostly she found it annoying. She remembered shouting at him as she reached for a towel. Her wet hair in her face and the fact that the towel had fallen from the towel rack made this very difficult, and it took her many agonizing seconds to find it. All the while, Devin stared at her dripping nudity with his mouth hanging slack and his eyes wide.
"What the hell!" Alexa yelled at him. "God, why don't you ever knock?"
Devin was truly caught off guard, which might have meant that he had not actually meant to catch her naked. She felt oddly disappointed at that, considering how proud she was of her athletic physique. She didn't have the biggest boobs, but she did maintain a slender figure and still managed to keep her mother's hourglass figure. She had been a runner for most of her high school life, and the rest was probably due to good genes.
"Sorry Lex," Devin said.
Alexa was wrapping the towel around herself, but the damage had been done. He had seen it all, she knew. God, and she had just shaved her pussy! Her own brother would know what her bare cunt looked like...not to mention her tits and ass.
"So?" she said with a look of agitation. "What do you want?"
"I just needed my iPod," he said, and fetched it from the vanity where he had left it earlier that day. They shared this bathroom since it was downstairs between their bedrooms. He was always leaving his stuff around the house like this. Alexa, on the other hand, was the organized one of the two. It was strange how they were such polar opposites even though they were twins.
