Friday
Jon was drowning.
A nightmare, sticky and oppressive, clung to him as he surfaced into consciousness. A woman that he didn’t recognize grinned at him. Jon was hot, his body slick with sweat. He was moaning, a low, breathy sound, and his hand…
His fingers were swirling, almost pinching, one of his own nipples. It felt... different. Plump. Sensitive. With something soft beneath. He bit a full lip to stifle the sound, but that just sent a different, pleasant shiver through him. He moaned softly.
…she is always so sexy…
The voice was Mikey’s. It wasn't a memory, it wasn’t from here. A whisper that seemed to echo inside his own skull.
What the hell?
His eyes snapped open. Something was wrong. Deeply, fundamentally wrong. He lunged out of bed, a motion of pure panic, but his feet immediately tangled in the sheets. Silk sheets. Since when did he have silk sheets? He fell, catching himself on the floor with hands that felt too delicate. Something jiggled on his chest.
He scrambled to his feet and lurched into the adjoining bathroom, flipping on the light.
The person in the mirror stared back, hips cocked, long tousled hair fell past that smooth, sharp chin, and the face... her face... offered a lazy, flirty pout.
...she would always be so sexy and flirty and a bit of a tease, sometimes accidentally…
What the fuck! Did he make this wish? No… he was pretty sure that…
His hands moved without his conscious control, grabbing a bottle of some kind of makeup. He stopped his hands and forced them to put it down. He frowned, which somehow looked sexy, especially as he instinctually thrust out his DD cups at the mirror.
...always be so sexy…
It was Mikey’s voice again!
Jon however ignored this thought as he took in the woman in the mirror. She was older, probably in Uni, and impossibly sexy, but he couldn’t say more.
...so sexy…
“Shut up!” Jon hissed under his breath in a smooth alto at Mikey’s voice. Did he wish to forget making the wish? Fuck was he stuck like this!?
He took in his complete visage as his eyebrows raised themselves suggestively.
He didn’t look related at all to his family.
…cool and ‘different’ older sister unlike Zoë…
…be my adopted sister…
What did he look like?
