The Wet Dream

The Wet Dream is a carnal tale of seduction and forbidden love. Kendra’s life takes an unexpected turn when a family vacation leads to a shocking discovery. She’s in love with her stepfather. As wrong as it is, she cannot fight her perverse urges. Apparently neither can her father because he sneaks into her room that very night. But is it real, or is it a dream? A perverse, incestuous wet dream?

Excerpt from The Wet Dream:
The air was warm, but it still sent a chill running through me as it made contact with my skin. I suddenly regretted my decision to sleep in the nude. But the soft touch of the silk sheets had been too much for me to resist. I was now regretting it. I hurried to the end table that stood at the foot of my bed. Atop it stood the nightie I had placed there the night before. It was complimentary, like all other things in the suite.

I snatched the garment up and slipped into it. Like the sheets, it was made of silk and brought a smile to my lips at the soft fabric tickled my skin. My nipples started to stiffen. Goose bumps erupted across my butt, bringing a smile to my lips. I had always loved the feel of goose bumps. The final detail I noticed was the shiver that emerged from my slit. To be perfectly honest I had no idea if it was a result of the cold or the overfilled state of my bladder. It didn’t really matter.

I took a moment to peer at the nearby mirror before making my way to the door. My long brown locks were slightly tangled, but a few brush strokes would suffice to rectify my appearance. The makeup I had been too weary to remove the night before was slightly smeared, but for the most part unaffected by my slumber. After making sure my nightie kept my nubile body hidden, I hurried to the door. I threw it open and found myself standing in the lounge.

The door leading to my parents’ room was closed, which meant they were still in bed. It wasn’t like them to sleep in. Then again, this was a vacation, the point of which was to relax. That thought alone made me miss the comfort of my bed. The sooner I relieved myself, the sooner we would be reunited.

I hurried to the bathroom. Since my parents were still in bed, I didn’t bother knocking. That was a mistake. The door flew open, releasing the steam that stood beyond it. The difference in temperature created current that blew the hot air into my face. Within seconds, the steam thinned, revealing a shape. It was a man, standing with his back to me. I didn’t recognize him. That is, until he turned around.

It was my father. The sight of him filled me with confusion. What was he doing there? He was supposed to be in bed with my mother. But as my brain started to defog, previously unnoticed details came into focus. The closed bathroom door. The steam. My father’s nakedness, which I had only just noticed. It all pointed to one conclusion. He had just stepped out of the shower.

We stood there for a moment, staring at each other. He stared at my face. I stared at his… well, to be perfectly honest, my gaze travelled quite a lot. I first focused on his face, but my eyes quickly dropped down in shame. My stare travelled down his body. He may have been in his early thirties, he was in great shape. His muscles bulged. His skin was tanned. Every hair on his body seemed to have been individually placed for optimal handsomeness. His chest was bare, as was the rest of his upper body. So was his crotch. I tried looking away as soon as I realized where my eyes had landed, but what I found there was too enticing to resist…