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As they drove away in Brad's black and gold 95 Mustang. Alyssa spoke satirically "Well I guess fucking you has it's rewards. This is the first time, you've ever given me a ride to school." Brad reached over placing his hand on her leg. She's wearing a knee length red and black plaid skirt today. He Caressed her leg just above the knee, enjoying the softness of her skin. "You sound as surprised as my dad," He said. "Alyssa ,after what happened this weekend, I don't just see you as my little step sister anymore." He pushed her skirt back a little more, caressing the inside of her leg. She spread her wider for him. His hand ended up, just inches from her crotch. She cant seem to resist his touch. He saw a drugstore after crossing an intersection, not to far from home. He quickly turned in. "Why are you stopping here." she asked. "To buy condoms," He leaned over giving here a kiss. "Baby I'm really enjoying the sex we've been having," He chuckled. "Especially last night. Wow that was great!" His voice became serious. "But one of the bad things about sex is. A girl can get pregnant." He shrugged nervously. "And that's the last thing you and I need, if we're going to keep our friends with benefits relationship a secret." He noticed her mood change, the smile on her face turned to a frown. Her voice trembled. "You're right," she said, tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm sorry Alyssa. I didn't mean to make you cry." His voice trembled with concern. He stroked her shoulder, holding her. She sniffled, wiping tears from her eyes. "Shit, I'm becoming as emotional as my mom," She attempted a smiled, looking into his eyes. "Brad...I'm becoming addicted to you ." She paused. "Last night, when I snuck into your room. It was like, you were some kind of magnet pulling me to you. I tried to stop myself from going to your room. But I just couldn't." He wanted to say he feels the same, but he cant. Instead he told her his own philosophy on romance. "Like I said last night. We need to go slow," He stroked her hair. "It's the way any new relationship should be. I believe a couple should be friends, before they become lovers." "Ok friend!" She said sarcastically. "Go get the rubbers. And hurry, I don't wanna be late for class." Chapter 8: Day Dreams, And Wet Dreams Just a few moments after Mrs. Jenkins, Alyssa's history teacher started a lecture on the industrial revolution. She fell asleep and began to dream. In the dream she's kneeling completely nude on Brad's bed. He's kneeling behind her, recklessly slamming into her like a wild animal. Its such a realistic dream, she can feel his cock driving deep inside her, then pulling back. Brad's talking dirty to her as he fucks her, she's looking back at him, smiling seductively. "You little slut. You like it doggy style, don't you." he exclaims. In reality, she's completely sound asleep. She doesn't realize Mrs. Jenkins is standing next to her, watching her sleep. Alyssa's sitting upright with her elbows on the desk, leaning her chin on her hands. Mrs. Jenkins notices a very satisfied grin on her lips. She began mumbling in her sleep, the teacher leaned over trying to understand what she's saying. In the dream she's saying. "Harder...fuck me harder." Mrs. Jenkins understands some of what she's saying. Mrs. Jenkins just happens to be a very conservative Sunday school teacher, on weekends. She cant believe such a nice, smart young girl like Alyssa can speak such vulgar language. Mrs. Jenkins began shaking her by the shoulder to wake her. "Alyssa wake up, wake up." In the dream, Alyssa sees her mother rushing into Brad's bedroom. She's caught them in the act of passionate step sibling lust, Grace's beautiful face is snarled in anger, as she rushes in. Alyssa hears Mrs. Jenkins speaking, but she thinks its her mothers voice. She abruptly wakes up, exclaiming loudly. "Mom go away, leave us alone. I love him!" Suddenly she's not seeing her mothers angry face. Instead she's finds herself looking into Mrs. Jenkins coke bottle thick eyes glasses. The older woman's light blue eyes, seem unnaturally large as they stare at her through the thick lenses. "Alyssa. I'm not your mother," The older teacher said, sounding a bit surprised. "Now wake up and pay attention young lady." The entire class broke out laughing, Alyssa's never been so embarrassed in her entire young life. Mrs. Jenkins reminds her groggy young student. "There will be a test, after my lecture. So I hope you're ready." Later on during class, Alyssa takes the test, based on facts from the teachers lecture. She's deep in thought, but she's not thinking about the test. She's thinking about Brad and the strange wet dream she had, in the middle of class. In her mind she thinks: Mom will kill us both, if she finds out, but I don't care. Shit this is crazy. All I can think of right now, is going home and letting him fuck me senseless! She's relieved when the bell rings, sounding the end of school for the day. She feels a little depressed as she walks from class. Half the questions she answered on the test, were wrong. It's the first F she's received on a test in years. Now she'll have to do a make up test. Making matters worse, being as she jumped ahead a grade; from ninth to tenth. She's the youngest girl in class, and an honor student. Some of the older students resent her for jumping ahead in grades. Some girls don't like her, just because, she's an attractive girl for what they call a geek. Mary Jones is one of those girls, she's a sixteen year old Goth girl with dyed jet black hair and deathly white skin. Mary nudges Alyssa as she walks by, her words are filled with hateful sarcasm. "I heard what you said, when the old bitch woke you up." Marry hissed sarcastically. "I've never seen you with a boy before geek. Who the fuck, are you in love with?" Alyssa ignored the female bully, like she's done so many times since she's moved up a grade. One of Mary's look-alike friends mockingly joked. "I bet she was having a wet dream about Justin Bieber," The girl smirked. "Don't you know Mary. All little girls like her, love that commercial no talent." Mary and her friend walked away giggling. Alyssa barely heard a word they said anyway, she saw Brad standing by his locker. Seeing her tall dark haired brown eyed secret lover, her heartbeat quickens, her knees feel weak. Mary and her friends sarcastic bullying fell on deaf ears. Alyssa's daydreaming with her eyes wide open. She imagines herself, running to her step brother, throwing her arms around him, kissing him passionately. But all too suddenly reality sits in, knowing she cant show any public affection for him. Her wide awake daydream ends, depression returns. Brad sees her coming, he's been thinking of his chestnut haired green eyed step sister all day. They haven't spoken since he gave her a ride to school. All day long, they've walked passed each other, going from one class to another. Every time he saw her, thoughts of what they did last night, and over the weekend flashed before his eyes. Just like Alyssa, he couldn't concentrate on his schoolwork either. As she comes closer he notices sorrow in her usually bright green eyes, she's frowning. She turns away, crossing over to her locker. He thinks she's ignoring him when she turns away. He cant stand it any longer, he grabs his Florida Gators jacket and his backpack then quickly steps across the hall. Coming closer he sees she's crying, hiding her face, bowing her head behind her locker door. He hugs her, not caring what anyone thinks. "What's wrong sis. Why are you crying." he asked in a concerned voice. She sobbed. "Just take me home please," sniffle. "I had the most embarrassing thing happen, during Mrs. Jenkins history class." He held her massaging her back. "What happened?" Sniffle. "I'll tell you in the car." --- As they drive off campus, she told him about the dream. She told him, in the dream her mother caught them in the act. She explained, she's embarrassed that Mrs. Jenkins woke her in the middle of class. And she failed a test, which is something she never does. "Wow little sister. That was one hell of a wet dream," He joked. "Too bad Grace caught me, doing you doggy style," he smirked. "That does sound like fun, doesn't it," he chuckled. "The sex part sounds fun. But not the getting busted part." He made her laugh. She was pouting when she told him about the embarrassing moment, he loves hearing her laugh. "You should've seen the look on Mrs. Jenkins face, when I woke from the dream saying. 'Mom go away, I love him." Brad heard the. 'I love him' remark. "I hope you didn't say my name, when you said that." She placed her hand in his lap, pressing it against his crotch. "Maybe I did," giggle. "And maybe I didn't." She teased him, rubbing her hand against his cock. "Don't worry big brother. I didn't say your name," She paused. "I know we're just fwb's right!" giggle. "The way your dicks getting hard, when rub it. I think you want a little fwb sex." She squeezed his cock, through his blue jeans. "Don't you big brother?" He pushed her hand away. "Alyssa. Don't do that when I'm driving," His mood turned playful. "Yeah. Sex would be nice wouldn't it." As he spoke, Alyssa's cell phone beeped. "It's a text from mom," said Alyssa. She read the text. "It looks like we'll have some time. Mom says, your dads working late today. And she's stopping in to visit her friend after that, she's stopping at the grocery store." Alyssa placed her hand between Brad's legs, smiling seductively. "Step on it baby. We've got time for a quickie, before they get home."