Mike fell into a deep slumber after his and Sarah's encounter. She snoozed beside him, wrapped up in his embrace and sticky with sweat. She awoke an hour later and glanced at the clock. It was supper time. She reached over and pushed her brother's shoulder.
He groaned in his sleep. "No more pickles." he slurred, and began snoring.
She giggled and leaned close to his head. "Okay, no more pickles, but what about the weasel?"
He snorted and shifted in her bed, "Weasels love pickles."
She giggled again, got out of bed and headed for her bathroom. Her brother was so much fun to mess with when he was sleeping. In the past, she'd always loved to see what nonsense she could prod from him while he was dreaming, and hadn't remembered about it for quite a while.
Reaching into the shower, she tur
