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As luck would have it, Stephanie had woken up, her memory fully intact, and her mind set on one person alone.

Wearing a cheery smile and a poorly made dress, the girl pranced her way towards the winter dorms, keen on jumping into her dear brother's arms. Oh, how she missed the aggressive, forward boy. As much as she believed in the shy goodness deep in his heart, her love for him was purely based on the strength and masculinity he exuded.

It didn't take long for the girl to reach his dorm. With a swift knock, she pressed into his room, shutting the door behind her, not taking notice as her dress caught in the now closed door..

"Cayden!" she chirped, taking a step forward. As she moved her body towards her brother, the fabric of her flimsy dress began to tear, leaving her bare, pale skin exposed in front of Cayden.

Her usual, innocent mind was no where to be found in the moment. While she would normally laugh it off, and jump onto the bed as if nothing had happened, the girl was caught in a moment of nervousness. A blush crept onto her face, and a slow tingle began to crawl up her legs and into her core. She couldn't help but look away from her kin. For the first time in her life, she felt hot.

Anthony woke abruptly with a gasp, sweat beading on his brow, heart thrumming noisily against his sternum. The crisp image of someone he'd never met was burned into his mind, and the lingering haze of a heated dream was clouding his thoughts. The way the person's amber eyes had glittered stuck out the most -  fiery, fierce, and sinfully alluring. A wave of lust washed over his entire body, making his johnson quiver like no woman had ever managed to do. He exhaled heftily and cupped his forehead with one hand, wondering if he'd caught a fever, or something. The guitarist had never experienced such an intense dream in his life.

He had to know who this person was. The more time he spent sitting there, trying to ignore what he'd dreamed of and shrug it off as nothing, the more heat built up in his belly, threatening to choke him.

Eventually, he threw his blanket off of his legs. He couldn't take this. He needed to find the source of this dream.

Anthony's desire seemed to guide him out of the Autumn Dorms, and before he knew it, he was in the Winter Dorms. Soon enough, he was pushing a door out of his way, and then there he was.

He? He? What? A.. guy? But Anthony wasn't gay. He ate mean pussy on a regular basis. He couldn't be gay.

Anthony opened his mouth, blinking owlishly in shock and embarrassment. "I-I.." His words caught in his throat as the heat flooded over his face and neck. He swallowed hard. He was not gay. This was a misunderstanding. ".. I, a-ah.. Can explain.." His eyes darted over to Stephanie, standing stark naked off to the side, and then back to Cayden. He was only embarrassed because there was a girl around. Yeah. He liked girls. Tits. Ass. Tits. Yeah. That was what was turning him on. He hadn't even noticed the perfect curvature of Cayden's chest, or the boyishly charming kinks in his hair, because he wasn't gay, he was just flustered because tits had caught him off-guard.

Stephanie was breathless. What could she say in a moment like this? She was as naked as the day she was born. And to make matters more interesting, a new, strange boy had come into her brother's den. As she looked over his body, her eyes fell to catch the sight of something bulging against the center seam of his pants. What was in there that was making him look so uncomfortable?

Before she could ask, her brother had yanked her towards him by her wrist. With a small squeak, she followed suit. As Cayden pulled the stranger towards the pair, he uttered a sentence she didn't quite understand. Her brother had used that word a lot, but it never really clicked in her innocent little mind. Fuck? Just what did fuck mean? The blonde couldn't help but whimper. Her mind was confused and her body felt strange.