The muffled white noise of the inside of his skull crystalized into the ambient sounds of reality as his frustrating dream of a futile search for a bathroom fell prey to awareness and a sense of urgency.
'Gotta pee,' Arron thought as he turned back the corner of the sheet and thin blanket of his sister's bed.
Though still half asleep, he made a conscious effort to open and close the bedroom door as quietly as was necessary to ensure that Kelly and Nicole remained undisturbed.
After relieving himself and washing his hands, he made a detour to the living room to grab his phone. Outside the bedroom door, he took a moment to sleepily check the settings on the camera app. The flash would be unfortunately necessary, but turning the sound off was an easy precaution.
With repeated stealth, he entered and stood at the foot of the bed for a moment to appreciate the scene before carefully peeling the covers from his two favorite girls just long enough to snap a picture and then cover them up again.
A small relief washed him when they showed no signs of bother.
Minimizing the app and turning off the display, he set the phone on the bedside table and carefully climbed back into bed. Only slightly more awake, he lie on his right side and stared across at his sister's sleeping face with her cheek nestled into his girlfriend's bosom.
Still lacking waking clarity, he thought to himself, 'I don't want anything to destroy this.'
He felt as if a warm force was expanding from his body and creating thick armor around him.
'This must be protected at all costs. I would crush a man's throat and watch the life fade from his eyes to protect them. I have to be able to do that. I need to be able to defeat all threats. I need to be stronger. I need more weight.'
His thoughts trailed off, and his eyelids fell, as he was enveloped in restful darkness.
Some hours later, sunlight seeped out from the edges of the Venetian blinds and the incessant chirping of a bird began the slow process of waking Kelly from her sweet slumber. The song had integrated itself into her dream, eventually becoming slightly annoying and waking her just enough to barely notice a sensation on the skin of her left side.
Within a time frame of two seconds, she wondered if it might be a tiny insect or spider crawling on her, but the sudden increase in speed as it moved beyond the rounded corner of her ribcage and leaving behind a remnant of itself as it traveled around her body and to the sheet made her realize that it was some kind of liquid.
She opened her eyes in confusion but the sight of Nicole's head reminded her of all that had happened. Kelly peered down to see Nicole's partially open lips deformed by an awkward pressure that allowed a slow but steady stream of drool to pour out.
Kelly smiled and gave a quiet giggle.
'I wish I had my camera. This is too good.'
She looked across to Arron hoping maybe he was awake, but she found his face in peaceful slumber. The thought crossed her mind to wake him but quickly thought better of disturbing his sleep for such a thing.
'Then again, what would he think if I allowed him to miss out on this? He probably wouldn't think too much of it for long, actually, but seeing it would certainly make him happy.'
Keeping her torso as still as possible, she reached across and stroked the side of his head and face until his eyes fluttered open. She took the briefest of moments to appreciate the hint of a smile that curved his lips before pointing to Nicole and whispering.
"Take a picture."
Kelly found it curious that his phone was on the bedside table, but she let that pass from her mind as Arron readied, aimed, and snapped a picture. He then put the phone back on the table and returned to his laying position to watch in amusement.
Turning her attention to the next mission, Kelly stroked Nicole's hair and shoulders. Eventually, Nicole began to stir and soon opened her eyes. Nicole peeled her face from Kelly's skin and then gained some awareness of her current state.
"Hey, there, drooly face," Kelly teased, still lightly caressing the back of her head.
"Uh? Oh, fuck," Nicole said, drowsily inspecting her leakage.
Nicole grabbed the edge of her sheet and drew it up to wipe her drool from her mouth and Kelly's body.
"Sorry 'bout that," Nicole added before peeling the rest of her body from Kelly's. The sensation flashed the memory of the previous night, and a faint shiver of arousal passed through Nicole.
Nicole left the room to Kelly and Arron so she could pee and splash some water on her face to clean up and fully awaken. She sat on the toilet, let loose her floodgates, and was about to pick the sleep from her eyes, but stopped when she noticed her fingers were still coated in the dried combined residues of both Kelly's and Arron's cum.
Curious, she put those fingers in her mouth to see how the flavor might have changed. It was stale and faint, but it refreshed her memory of the satisfaction and joy of having the opportunity to experience the manifestation of her hopes. It was almost a pity that she would soon be washing that residue away.
She smiled into the mirror and felt nostalgia for the months she spent with her brother under both this and their parents' roof. Hours of studying each other. She knew how every inch of him tasted.
She knew his scents and had become the one who decided when he would take a shower so that she would not be unduly deprived of his musk.
She knew exactly what teased and tantalized him into maximum arousal; what kept him on the edge just long enough to raise his hips and make him cry out his satisfaction.
And the best thing of all was that he knew all the same things about her.
But there was still the sadness that there was the one thing that she would never know. It was her own choice, so she accepted it without regret, but she still could not help but feel incomplete.
She would never know the sensation of his firm length pushing in between her legs and up into her body. She would never experience the heat of his explosion kissing her walls. That honor was for Kelly alone.
As she dried her hands and face, she thought to herself, 'I'll cook lunch for them, later. I think we have plenty of eggs and ground beef. I hope so. It'd be a shame to have to leave the apartment, today.'
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"She's such a changeling," Kelly said after Nicole had exited and shut the bedroom door.
Arron scooted across the mattress pull Kelly to his chest and kiss her lips.
"How's that?" he queried.
"Well, it was nice, but you've definitely done better," she teased.
"I mean about Nicole," he said, smiling and giving his kisses to her shoulder instead.
He had an idea of what she meant, but he wanted to hear her perspective. He wanted to know every thought in her head now that she'd gained this recent knowledge about his and Nicole's past.
"The way she can seem like she is younger than us; sometimes almost childlike, but then other times like what you would expect from an older sister and friend. Most of the time, you can see her confidence, but every so often, you get a glimpse at a fragility that..."
Kelly's words trailed off with uncertainty, and she was quiet for a moment.
"Yep," Arron agreed. It was the familiar dichotomy that fueled his respect and admiration for his sister but also his protective instinct. She was somehow both his big and little sister.
He guided her lips back to his and kissed her with an almost teasing delicateness that elicited a Pavlovian reaction from Kelly's pussy.
