If there was one time Ben had understood at a young age, it had been the value of a good night's sleep. He kept himself strictly to that schedule since he was ten, and now at nineteen, he had always been in bed at ten. After an hour, reading, playing games, watching a show, or whatever else he would find himself in dreamland at eleven p.m. promptly.
His parents would call him an old soul. His sister would call him a loser. Whatever others thought though, Ben kept at it. He loved sleeping at the right time.
So, when he had been rudely awoken up at three a.m., suffice to say, Ben was out of it.
Ben blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus on the figure that was by the side of his bed. Eventually, as the red hair came into view, he knew it was his sister, Gwen. She was dressed in shorts and ratty t-shirt, obviously ready to go to bed. Yet, by how animated she was and how fast the words coming out of her mouth were, it was like Ben was operating eight hours behind her.
"...and then he had the audacity to call me a..." Gwen was going on.
Ben could barely play attention, his focus going in and out, in and out. Speaking of, he had just been having an amazing dream about April Jacobson. She had been one year his senior in high school and college had given her another level of pretty. He had just gotten her undressed when he had been interrupted and brought back into the real world and he was eager to try and get back to it, hoping not to lose the thread he still had of what they were doing before he got interrupted.
"So, can I stay for the night?" Gwen finally asked. Her face a mask of distress.
Ben nodded his head, though it was less nodding, then fighting off collapsing right then and there. His sister appeared to cheer and left to go grab something, relieved that was over he let gravity take control as he smacked against the mattress. His eyes already closed. He was vaguely aware of some alien warmth envelope him before he drifted back to his dream.
He came back right in time. April had just undone her bra, giving off a generous display. Her body was beautiful, bountiful breasts, flawless skin, she was heavenly. They moved through the air towards one another, he felt like it was jello. It must have been one of those lucid dreams.
As he met her, he was delighted to find her so smooth and soft. He traced his hand across her body, touching as much of dream-April as he dared. Unable to hold back anymore, he started kissing her. They were a bit unresponsive, but he blamed that on the dream, besides what matter the most was coming up next.
They were already naked, so no clothes needed discarded. Dream-April had already opened herself wide and Ben thrusted into her. They fit like a glove. He was amazed at how much sensation he could feel from a dream.
As he continued thrusting, he felt a weird tap on his forehead. He shrugged his dream shoulders and kept going. This time it wasn't a tap but a quick blow to the forehead.
"Ouch," said his dream self.
Dream-April looked at him confused as though she didn't understand. Thinking that it must be a weird dream thing, he moved to get close to her again but felt himself restricted.
As he struggled against the invisible restricts, he saw Dream-April start to speak.
"Ben. Ben. Beeeen." It wasn't April's voice though. Ben wasn't entirely sure where to place it until he noticed that the dream sky he had created was starting to quake.
Suddenly, flocks of people came out of nowhere all shouting for their freedom and to get to safety. Ben had time to take in it all before they descended over him, knocking him over. The people became a sea and soon he was swept away. As he fought against the awesome power of nature, he found himself moving slower and weaker.
The he saw one more massive wave come up. It was engulfing everything. It came down. Ben watched as the torrent fell down upon him.
When Ben became aware he found that he was sitting at roughly a ninety-degree angle. He looked over, there was no waves, no water, no April Jacobson. What did greet him was a rather cross Gwen as she looked at him in what appeared to have been a disturbed sleep.
"Why did you ruin my dream?" Ben asked, already mourning the loss of dream-April Jacobson.
"Ruin your sleep? Ruin your sleep?" Gwen hissed, repeating for emphasis. "You're not the one that woke up to getting humped like sleeping next to some dreamfucking rabbit."
It took Ben a second to determine what his sister was telling him but soon it became unpleasantly clear. At some point when he had been enjoying the body of his Dream-April, his body must have been doing the same moves, meaning he had been humping his sister throughout the night.
He went entirely red. As much as his pride was telling him to spin it, his shame was winning out as he attempted to shutter out an apology.
