by A.L. Bridges
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I wake up to the feeling of someone snuggling into my right side.
“Cheza, I know it’s your birthday, but you really should be sleeping in your own bed,” I say without opening my eyes.
“Your sister climbs into bed with you? That’s interesting,” I hear.
I open my eyes to find that it is Natasha who is snuggled up to my right side. She is smiling up at me while wearing a black merrywidow with black stockings attached to garter belts and black lace panties.
“Natasha? What are you doing in my bed?” I ask.
“We are in your dreams of course! Speaking of which, what the hell do you have me wearing? It’s like crazy uncomfortable… but it sure does make my boobs look great though, huh? Ugh! So not important. Anyway, something bad is coming. Like really bad. I don’t know exactly what it is yet, but be prepared for a fight… I think. I’ll try and get some help to you as soon as I can… if I can,” Natasha says uncertainly.
“Oh, and Cole?” Natasha asks.
“Yeah?” I respond.
“Make sure you protect her.”