I'd known Kayli and Steffi for the last half of my life. They were the two youngest of four, Kayli 21 and Steffi 18. They had one older brother at 23 and an older sister at 25. They were all basket cases, just like their mother, except for the sensible and way too frigid Hayley and Steffi.
We became friends through family earlier on and, although they moved away when their sex addict mother divorced from their dad after an affair became messily exposed, we stayed familiar ever since. They would come to visit their dad and end up spending more time with me instead.
Sounds wrong but as much as I protested being told everything about their mother's sexual escapades around the house - while they were still at home - I couldn't help but begin to imagine if any of the girls shared that much of their mother's DNA. In other words, having grown up to become rampant little nymphos.
Kayli, the mouthiest and sometimes most annoying girl you could ever know, had otherwise grown into the most lust inspiring body I could ever have laid eyes on. With the biggest but most perfectly shaped tits and a peach shaped arse, she sported a fine hour glass figure and liked to flaunt it a lot in either low cut revealing clothing or just skin tight tops and short skirts, leaving little to the imagination. The fact she was blonde just left a line of men drooling like geriatrics wherever she went.
Steffi on the other hand was no lesser in the chest department but lacked the same confidence, thank god. I never wanted her to ever become so brash and attention seeking as her older s****r and always had more of a soft spot for her and always gave her the special treatment when she was my guest. She was a brunette with a sweet smile and no intention of ever dolling herself up. She liked to wear jeans and hooded jackets but always wore a vest underneath, sometimes exposing the world to an eyeful of pink lace bra and cleavage.
A few months back, I started to have some very tense erotic dreams that were outright pornographic rather than suggestive. Maybe I'd been watching too much porn at the time or getting too much sex from my girlfriend (if there is such a thing as too much).
Several nights on the run, I was having dreams of evenings with Kayli turning into shamelessly detached sex sessions. She was wanting it, I was nearly willing to beg for it and what followed each night were very realistic bouts of hot and excited fucking. I was waking up hard as a rock and needing to blow my load instantly.
For some reason, I wound up confessing to Steffi as a joke to gross her out but she seemed more interested in knowing more and more about the dreams. 'Would you shag her, really?' she asked me and I denied any such assumptions. 'But if you dreamed about having sex with her, you must be interested to some extent,' she remarked. I just told her that the Kayli in the dream wasn't the annoying one in real life and that dreams are never as realistic as real life etc. Any reason to dispel her suggestions.
'I'd rather have dreamed about you,' I told her at the end of that conversation, which we were relaying via text messages. It took her a long time to text back. I didn't even think she would have but low and behold, she did.
'Then why didn't you?' she asked.
'I don't know,' I replied, 'maybe because my subconscious knows you're not the sex fiend she is even though I think you're hotter.'
Big LOL!!!
I should have wondered if saying such a thing had any effect on Steffi's mind, since I had the suspicion a while back that she had a crush on me. She had suggested the previous Halloween, after I'd taken Kayli to a party, that I should take her out the next time and let her stay over in my bed. It was a bold move for a s*******n year old girl to make, to have some grand design in mind for me by the time she'd become eighteen, if that was what she was getting at.
