Chapter 2

Alex was lying naked on a bearskin rug in a room lit by firelight and she was waiting for someone. She didn't know who. She was just waiting and eating dark red cherries from a bowl beside her. She was becoming impatient and horny. She couldn't wait any longer, she pushed the bowl away and put her finger on her clit massaging gently. Her pussy was so wet as she imagined her lover coming to her.

Justin entered the room, unsure what to expect, it was a really weird dream. He did a double take. His sister was naked, on a bearskin rug, pleasuring herself in abandon, completely oblivious to his presence.

Her eyes opened and she saw him. "Justin, I was waiting for you, but you took so long...and I couldn't wait..."

He knelt beside her and kissed her passionately. She tasted like cherries and promises. It was addictive, he couldn't get enough. What will other parts of her taste like, he wondered.

She was tugging at the buttons of his shirt in frustration and she gave up and ripped it open. Buttons went flying everywhere. "Justin, I need you. I need you now!" She was unbuckling his belt now and yanking down his zipper. In minutes he was naked, kneeling over his sister. Her hand had returned to her clit, he batted it away, replacing it with his own. "Oh, Justin."

He lowered his mouth to her perfect breast, nipping the nipple with his teeth. She moaned, spurring him on. He removed his hand from between her legs and guided his shaft into her. He groaned as he felt her tightness envelop him. Justin was thrusting into her faster, harder and her legs had wrapped around his waist, drawing him in as deep as possible. He had never imagined that fucking his sister could feel so good, so right.

Alex screamed his name as she reached her climax. He let out a roar as he reached his, spilling his hot seed deep inside her.

Justin woke up disgusted. His sheets were drenched and sticky and he had just had a very intense wet dream about his sister. He supposed it was an effect of the potion.

Alex woke up confused. Everything in the dream had been so vibrant. She was used to having sexual dreams about her brother, but they had never been so intense and so real. She looked at the clock, it was nine. She was so not ready to face the world yet, but she was already up, she might as well get up. She put on her bathrobe and stumbled into the kitchen bleary eyed.

Justin was already at the table eating cereal and looking kind of guilty and mildly disturbed.

"You're not usually up this early."

"Couldn't sleep, weird dreams," she replied, reaching for the cereal.

"You too. Must be going around."

"What was yours about?"

"Clowns and midgets, it was terrifying."

"You're lying. Clowns and midgets wouldn't disturb you that much. Besides you look a little, I don't know, guilty or something."

Justin flinched. She couldn't just let it go, he thought, no because then she wouldn't be Alex.

"Look, I don't really want to talk about it Alex. So just drop it."

"Okay, fine Oscar the Grouch."

They passed the rest of the meal in silence. Justin couldn't help, but wishing she wasn't wearing the robe. She usually looked so pretty in the morning, kind of disheveled, but pretty. Oh no, I did not just think that, he thought. Stupid potion. She's your sister, stop thinking about her like you want to do all that stuff you did in that sick dream. It wasn't working. His thoughts kept turning to how pretty her eyes were, all the naughty things she could do with her pouty mouth...This was going to be a long day. They had better figure out how to undo the effects of the potion soon or he was going to go mad. No sister should look like that, so perfect and alluring.