Sarah dreamt she sat next to her older sister at the piano, both siblings naked.
Eighteen-year-old Sarah grabbed nineteen-year-old Reese's huge breast. And Reese moved her hand to the younger girl's vagina.
The dream vanished.
Awake, Sarah moved into a sitting position. The girl was in her bed, not seated at the piano, not seated next to the busty sister.
While the sun's light moved against the closed blinds near the bedroom, Sarah rubbed her forehead with two fingers. She had an incestuous dream involving her big sister the night before. The night before that had forced another incestuous dream on her.
Sarah's frustration was understandable.
No, she didn't want to squeeze Reese's breasts and finger her to orgasm. An incest-loving creep would love to do something like that, but Sarah was a good girl, a sane girl. There are enough wicked abominations in the world. There was no need for Sarah to become one of them.
So, with the intention of keeping wickedness away, Sarah pressed her palms together and prepared to pray. The girl shut her blue eyes, then lowered her back onto the bed. Her blonde hair touched her pillow's whiteness as she took a deep breath.
"God," Sarah said. "Make the sinful dreams involving my sister go away, please. Amen."
She opened her eyes, her body now flowing with something different than frustration. It seemed as if the prayer drained all the unwelcome discomfort, and that was not a bad thing.
Pray more, try to keep incestuous dreams away. Far away.
That was what needed to be done.
Sarah brought her hand to the cross necklace she wore, then gripped it, as if the simple action was guaranteed to make its owner never have another wicked dream.
Much to the girl's dismay, her brown cross couldn't do what she wished it could do.
The cross necklace had been a gift from her mother's father, who was with the parents of Sarah and Reese. The two oldest Codas had gone to visit Sarah's grandfather in Arizona. That meant Sarah and her sister had the whole house to themselves.
If good luck was on her side, nothing sinful would happen between the two siblings.
Sarah sat up.
She hadn't expected a horrible dream to slip into her mind.
The girl kept shirtless pictures of men under her bed, pictures that were hidden in a box. The urge to add photographs of half-naked women was in Sarah, but she couldn't risk letting her parents discover those. Homosexuality wasn't a sin. The belief that it was stemmed from a mistranslation in the Bible. That had to be the truth. Despite how many gay-hating Christians would disagree with it, that had to be the truth.
Music streamed into the bedroom. It came from the piano situated in the living room. Since she and Reese were the only two people in the house, Sarah knew it was her sister who was at the piano. Reese had been naked in the dream, but she would have clothes on as she played the piano.
The nineteen-year-old Reese had large breasts, simply put. Sarah noticed them, but it wasn't because she was an odd person who likes to hug their female relatives for too long.
Big breasts are noticeable.
Trying to avoid catching sight of big breasts is harder than trying to avoid catching sight of someone's hair. Sarah had hugged Reese many times, and the older girl's breasts had smashed against her smaller ones. It was unavoidable.
Reese's breasts were big, soft. They brought comfort to Sarah when she hugged her sibling. But she couldn't tell Reese that, because the nineteen-year-old might assume her kid sister was a freak who wrote incestuous erotica for fun.
Without looking like a fool, you can't say you love the feel of your sister's big breasts touching you.
Sarah shook her head.
She needed to get closer to the music Reese made. Maybe that would bring her some well-deserved peace.
The youngest Coda found Reese in the living room. She wore a white dress as she played the grand piano, filling the room with sweet music. Her little sister listened.
As she stood near the hall, Sarah smiled and leaned against the wall.
Reese didn't see the other girl.
"Hey," Sarah said.
Reese twisted to look at Sarah, who crossed her arms under her breasts.
The sisters' wore their cross necklaces, but there was no sunlight for them to reflect, and that was because all the blinds in the home were shut.
The Coda sisters were blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and Christian.
Christian people don't deserve to be plagued by incestuous nightmares.
It was clear Sarah got what she didn't deserve, but her Father was good and great and full of might. With Him on her side, Sarah could face any obstacle. The Devil would not take hold on Sarah and her sweet sister.
"Hey, baby," Reese said. "Did you have a nice dream?"
When you have to pray after a dream, that's a good sign you didn't enjoy the time spent sleeping. But Sarah didn't need to tell Reese that she had put her hand on her own sister's breast and that the mentioned sister had prepared to finger her. That would be bad.
The dream had been the Devil's work.
Sarah had found something interesting in Reese's closet. And she didn't need to tell Reese that, just like how she didn't need to tell her about the dream's specifics.
No, Sarah hadn't had a nice dream.
She moved her gaze to the white carpet, but it didn't give her the help she needed. What Sarah needed was a person. She needed that person who could hug her and press her breasts against her own. When that happened, comfort came with it.
"Sarah, are you okay?" Reese said.
Sarah lifted her head.
Reese was facing her. She stayed seated on the bench that was near the piano, furrowing her brow as she kept her hands against her bare knees. Her concern for Sarah would deepen if she learned why the younger teenager loved hugging her so much.
"Can I have a hug?" Sarah asked.
It was time to get straight to the point. What Sarah wanted was a hug. It was true. But she needed Reese's clothed breasts against hers. It was such a dangerous wish, a wish that could lead to full-blown incest, but God would not let that happen. He would not let things go too far.
Sarah wanted to feel Reese's bosom against hers. The teenager loved the feeling, and she could not stress it enough that she didn't hope to do something crazy like suck on one of Reese's nipples.
The girl craved the feeling. She craved the feeling of those breasts that had blessed her relative.
Sarah needed a hug. Reese could provide.
After all, it is only natural for a person to want a hug from their older sibling.
Babies suck on their mother's nipples. They do it to be fed.
What Sarah needed was similar to what babies want. That was fine.
"Of course you can have a hug," Reese said.
Sarah's heart beat faster in her chest, as if it were a drum. Her heart would be closer to Reese's, and their breasts would make contact through their clothes. Reese wore no bra. Fortunately, that meant there was one less barrier between her breasts and her kid sister.
Reese's bare feet moved against the carpet as she moved toward Sarah, a girl with a strange desire.
When she was close enough, Reese put her arms around Sarah. Sarah put her arms around her sibling, hugging her back. The eighteen-year-old shut her eyes and smiled. Pressing against her B-cup sized breasts were Reese's larger ones.
Sarah sighed, flowing with sweet satisfaction.
