Treena led a life as plain as the grey sky that often hung above her. She was a librarian with a penchant for the obscure, a lover of dusty pages that held the whispers of forgotten worlds. Reading had been her escape since she was a child. Her eyes, a deep shade of amber, often danced with the reflections of the dim library lights. Her hair was a wild pattern of auburn curls that seemed to have a mind of their own, forever escaping her tight buns and spilling onto her pale skin.

One evening, as she perused the shelves, her fingers brushed against the worn leather spine of a book titled "Fantasies in my sleep." It was a title that seemed to whisper a secret just for her. The book was old, much older than any of the other titles in the section, and its pages were edged with a fine dust that suggested it hadn't been opened in decades. The moment she cracked the spine, she felt a peculiar warmth spread through her. The words on the pages seemed to come alive, invading her mind and planting a seed of curiosity.

Her eyes scanned the paragraphs, the sentences weaving a tapestry of illicit desires that she had never allowed herself to consider before. The concept of somnophilia was foreign to her, yet as she read, the scenes described grew increasingly vivid. Her cheeks flushed and her heart raced as she imagined herself in the place of the unknowing subjects of these nocturnal encounters. She had never been particularly adventurous in her personal life, but the thought of such a power play thrilled her in ways she couldn't explain.

The book grew heavier in her hands as she took it home, the weight of its secrets pressing down on her. Treena's two older brothers, Trent and Tyler, had always been protective figures in her life, but now she found herself watching them with a newfound intensity. They were both handsome in their own right, with broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes that mirrored her own. The way they moved around the house, their muscles flexing as they went about their daily routines, suddenly seemed charged with a new kind of eroticism.

As the days turned to weeks, Treena noticed subtle changes in their behavior. They began to hover around her more, their glances lingering in a way that made her feel both curious and exhilarated. They started leaving her little gifts, things that seemed innocuous at first—a chocolate bar, a bookmark—but grew more personal over time. It was as if they were leaving a trail of breadcrumbs, leading her closer to the dark desires that now ruled her thoughts.

Her nights grew restless, her dreams filled with images of the two men she had once seen as just family. In her fantasies, she was the sleeping beauty, and they were the enchanted princes, exploring the uncharted territories of her unconscious mind. She would wake in the early hours of the morning, her body slick with perspiration and her heart pounding with a yearning she had never felt before. Her cheeks would burn with embarrassment when she caught their knowing smiles over the breakfast table.

One evening, as the house grew quiet, Treena found herself unable to resist diving into her forbidden book again. She retreated to her room, the walls closing in around her as she read deeper into the night. The words grew bolder, the scenes more explicit. She slid her hand down her panties as she read, the sensations sending shock waves through her body. Her eyes fell upon a page detailing the ultimate act of somnophilic indulgence: the sharing of the subject between two individuals. A thrill shot through her, forbidden and taboo thoughts and she knew that she had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

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