The morning before

… running through the empty hallways, trying to find the bathroom. I absentmindedly look down, why am I only wearing underwear? Embarrassed, I find the bathroom. Thankfully, no one is in there. I run to the urinal and…

"WOAH" I sit up straight in my bed, JUST able to prevent something bad from happening. I run to the bathroom to take care of business, get changed and walk downstairs, only to see my cousin sitting there. "Hey Legolas!" I loved using that reference. She's always reminded me of him.
Sarah just rolled her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be at camp? Or at a friends place? SOMEWHERE?"

Rolling their eyes is a common reaction to me. Always has been. I'm actually glad she's around, since I never really get to spend any time with her. And on this fine Sunday morning, I believe it’s just us two. She's actually pretty smart, and has a pretty decent.. figure. Pretty sure I've dreamt about her before, ending in rather wet dreams.

I sit down across from her, after having gotten something to eat and a glass of orange juice.
“So, Legolas, I’m guessing you don’t have anything relationshipwise going on huh, judging by your… rather accentuated increase in FAT?” I ask, smirking.
“I’ve had my share in relationships, thank you very much.” She answers sharply, ignoring my last comment. I’ve always liked that about her. Those sharp, quick, almost biting replies. And her eyes, they seem to focus on me, almost like they’re looking PAST me.
“You’ve never TALKED about any boyfriends before! I bet you love going for the chubby ones, right?”
“Mikeyboy, you really do think you’re a tough one, don’t you?” She loves using that name. The name people used to call me by when I was a KID. I HATE when they use it on me now. I mean, I am almost grown up at 17 years of age.
“You got it babe. Apart from the name. It’s MIKE, or MICHAEL.”
“And you seem to be doing fine, at school, you have nice little friends, and you’re almost like a pimp for the ladies, aren’t you?” What.. is she trying to sound like a part mom, part cousin or what?
“Are you only gonna eat that bowl of cereal? Are you sure that’s enough? Don’t you usually start with a bunch of pop tarts and a cake?”
She keeps staring at me over her cup, studying me, trying to read me or something. She quietly puts down the cup, looking down, then back up at me. She cups her tits under her shirt “ I’ve only gained some weight.. in here”

THAT shut me up. I glance at her tits real quick, then back at her, notice she’s looking down, then continue staring at her boobs. Darn, I’ve dreamt about those before, about her… Oh great. I notice some stirring in my crotch area. Not here, not NOW. She’s sitting right across from me! I shift my eyes back up to her eyes, and notice she saw me staring!
“Don’t know where to look, Mikeyboy? Hmmmm, little one? Shouldn’t your eyes be up HERE? You do wanna look at them some more though, they really have grown a bit.”
“Oh shut up.. you..” I don’t even know what I’m saying. She’s looking down, I can peak again! She caught me again! She’s got me, now..
“I have you now, little one. You just want to look down there. I can tell everytime you do.”
I’m starting to blush, red, warm blood flushing in my head. Rushing from my toes to my head. And she’s just staring at me, talking to me in her weird, monotonous voice about me being a gentleman and not looking at her breasts. Everytime she looks down though, I CAN.
“You know, Mikeyboy, my eyes have quite a bit of control. Our eyes connect, they interact, they speak to each other in their own language. They’re relaxing you, that warm feeling you have right now, is only because of our eyes, MY eyes. Your arms must not move, I know they want to, but they can’t. You must not move anything, while I’m speaking to you, you want to come across as a gentleman, don’t you? …”

She keeps talking, but I don’t even know what she’s saying. Her eyes just stare at me, sometimes changing shape almost. But it feels so relaxing, like I’m sitting in a puddle of… warm.. wet.. mud, drifting down, being sucked in, but I don’t want to get up, it’s just so comfortable. She’s telling me to slip down farther, feels like she doesn’t even have to. It’s automatic. Why are my eyes starting to feel so heavy? I woke up not long ago, but I feel so tired… “Going down into trance, into a dream, into hypnotism.” I’m.. what? “I’m becoming more and more tired.. you’re in control..” Did I say that? Was that her? I’m standing up for some reason. My arm is starting to feel so light, like there’s dozens of balloons attached to them! Now my other hand.. what’s going on..
“Your arms are bobbing up in the air, you want to lower them, but you can’t!”
They can’t.. get down, arms! I can’t… It feels so silly to have them up there, so silly! Why am I giggling at such a silly thing!
“Little Mikey is really tired now, your arms are so tired they start to drift down to your sides. Let your head rest on my lap while you lay down. It’s so comfy, so warm, so deep. Just like when your mommy used to feed you, with that warm, wet baby bottle. Remember the taste, the feeling of it sliding down your throat, gulp by gulp, feeling so warm, and so wet” Mmmmmm
“So warm, so wet, little Mikey starting to feel the need to pee? So wet, the milk filling your bladder SO much, you can’t control it, you don’t need to, it’s so relaxing to just let go”

YAWN
I fell asleep? What am I doing on the floor? Weird.
I get up. What’s this… why am I wet? I PISSED myself? How did.. Sarah? This can’t be…