Once alone, Angelica noticed her blanket was down around her waist, exposing her tightened nipples. She blushed, remembering her brother's hand massaging her breast in her dream. Her sensitive nubbin still tingled and ached at the imagined touch. Had her brother really groped her breast? It certainly felt like it. And it felt good. Nervously, she replayed the part of the dream in her mind, savoring the feeling and trying to confirm that the sensation was from a real, physical touch. She was unsure.

Angelica caught herself before she got lost in another lustful, incestuous reverie and began to get ready for school. As she had been thinking for weeks,...