Their hair was a deep auburn; one had hers plaited in a French braid, while the other twin's hair was streaked with blonde highlights. Miss Braid lift...d up her frilly top, exposing a pair of small breasts in a lacy bra."Oh, my god, did you see Dillon?" Miss Highlights sneered. "That haircut. Eww, what was he thinkin'?" Right?" her sister added incredulously, her bra sliding off. Her nipples were dark pink.I reached out and gave one a pinch. She froze, nipple hardening as I rolled it between my. We talked and exchanged text messages for days before finally agreeing to meet for a milkshake after work one night. That was the night that changed my life. I will never forget how I felt that night because those butterflies I had that night have never left. Tonight was our first official date. She picked me up and took me out to the most beautiful little restaurant in town. Ive never been wined and dined like that before. Private little table to ourselves, candles, wine, and four course. The sobs turn to cries, and a stale breeze blows at her back. She still does not move. The dream no longer has control of her actions for now.She wills herself to be clothed and for the room to become warm. Neither happens. So the power is limited. She cannot alter the dreamscape that far.And no power can quell her curiosity.She steps forward, and the breeze subsides. She is doing what is desired of her. She reminds herself that she chose to do so.Wisps of gray return as before, whirling above. What DO you do, Evie? Are there things you do which we can share?For a moment I hate my body because my vagina has twitched and I know I am getting moist down there. It is the helpless woman scenario. I don’t like having these feelings while Evie is opening her life to me.“It’s a lot worse than that.” She is talking confidently now, almost eager to discuss and analyse her brother’s condition. “You see, he wants to see them doing - you know, intimate things. He wants to see them.