Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Explorations of a Dream by Oblivion 1. Questions and Answers "Michael?" "hmm?" The warm May sun felt good on my back and I didn't want to move. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, sis." Abby was my older sister, eleven and a half months older, so for nineteen days each year we were the same age, right now we were both 16. "Do you watch porn?" 'Yeah, sometimes." The year before she had found my stash of magazines and hadn't squealed on me. She had asked me about them, but that was it. So, while it was a bit strange, I figured I'd see what she wanted. "Do you have any?" "No, but I can get some when I want to. Or watch on-line. Why?" "I want to see one." "Ok," I didn't really want to move, "now?" "No, Mom and Dad will be back soon and Sherri and Stacy too. How about tonight?" "Ok, that sounds fine." She got up then but hesitated, looking down at me. "Hmm, you're starting to burn around your neck, want to rub some lotion on it." "Sure, thanks." Abby always had good hands and she was soon working my shoulders as well as my neck. "Abs, I'd pay you to that any day." "Really?" "Mmhmm." "How much?" "mmm, I don't know, I'll think about it." Abby worked more lotion down my back then wiped her hands on the towel I'd brought out. Then she sat on the chase next to me, her back was to the house. "Michael, have you seen a live pussy?" "No." "Never?" "Well, not since we stopped taking baths together, but I never really noticed back then." "Yeah, me too." I wasn't looking at her but she seemed tense. "Do you want to see mine?" "Abs, you don't have to, I've seen them in the movies, I know what they look like." "It's Ok, Michael, I think I want you to look." I turned my head towards her and opened my eyes. She was sitting with her legs spread, not way out or anything, but I could see partway up the leg of her loose shorts. She saw me looking and she glanced over her shoulder at the house. Not seeing any movement she reached down and pulled the leg of her shorts to one side. She didn't have anything on under the shorts and my face was now about three feet from her pussy. Her curly brown hair wasn't very thick and I could see her skin underneath, and the crease between her lips. I could just make out the hood over her clit. "You've got a very nice pussy Abs." She blushed. I could feel my cock getting hard underneath me so I rolled a bit and adjusted it. "What did you do that for?" she asked. "I'm getting a boner, had to adjust it." "Does it really get as hard as they say?" I laughed a bit, "Well, the 'pound nails' stuff is for the shits, but yeah, it gets pretty hard." "Are going to have to do something now?" "Naw, it'll get soft again in a bit, well, once I'm not looking at a pretty pussy anymore." She blushed again but still didn't cover back up. She even spread her legs a little more and I could make out the pink inside her now. She looked dry, mostly, but I did see a few damp spots in the hair lower down in her crack. "Abs, you don't have to keep doing this." "I know," she was watching me, my face I think, "but, I think I like this. Warn me if somebody comes out, Ok." "Sure." She started talking about her friends and some of the things they wanted to do this summer as well as complaining about finals coming up. I made my replies as coherent as I could while staring at her pussy and keeping an eye on the house. My dick actually softened as we talked, which surprised me. I saw a shadow in the kitchen widow after a while. "Abs, someone's home now." "Ok." She frowned a bit then readjusted the leg of her shorts. "Why don't you head in Abs, and I'll be in a bit." She grinned, "Still need a little time?" "Yep." She was happy and I didn't want to disappoint her. "Thanks Michael, this was fun." Then she dashed off to the house. I shook my head and wondered what was happening then shrugged it off, not because I didn't care, but because I didn't know what to do about it. About twenty minutes later I made my way in. When I got in the house Mom called me. "Michael, go get a shirt on and start the grill please, your Dad will be home soon with the Keener's and were having burgers and Hot dogs." The Keener family was Ok, they only had one kid though, she was the twin's age, twelve. Sherri and Stacy would have fun with Danielle but it would be a bit boring for Abby and I. Everyone else arrived just as the grill was getting up to temperature and Dad handed off the meat to me to get started. Dad was still the final word on when things were done, but he'd had me doing the basics now for a few months. I liked it. The parents all sat together and talked, the three girls ran around for a while then disappeared indoors. At first I didn't see Abby, but she came out a little later and sat next to me as I tended the grill. She still had the same shorts on and I wondered if she was still naked underneath them. But she had changed tops and was now wearing a loose halter. It had a band that passed under her breasts and tied in the back while two pieces of fabric formed the top and tied behind her neck. It wasn't form fitting so it wasn't all that interesting or anything. Well, not until Abby slipped one side back and flashed her right breast at me. She grinned like crazy and put a finger to her lips. She kept her breast out for probably about a minute then covered it again, by the time she did, her nipple was hard. For the next fifteen minutes every time I'd get done checking the grill she flashed one of her boobs at me. Finally I called Dad to check that everything was done and she pouted at me. I couldn't help but laugh. Dad looked at me,"What's so funny Mike?" "Oh, Abs was telling how one of the cheerleaders mess up and fell at the ball game last week." Dad turned to Abby, "She didn't get hurt did she Abbey?" "No Dad, but she got really embarrassed." she looked around to see who might be close then continued. "Her boob popped out, Dad. I know it's not funny, really, but you should have seen her face." "Abby, just remember that it may be you someday. Don't make fun of other people's misfortune, Ok?" "Ok, Dad." She had a perfectly contrite expression on her face. Dad then announced that dinner was ready and soon we were all working on full plates while trying to talk. Things didn't turn out the way Abby had hoped that night. Danielle ended up staying the night and the Keener's didn't leave until late, so we never got the chance for her to watch some porn. Sunday didn't look good either with church and stuff. Sunday went as expected and we never got any time alone where we could get on my computer. Monday was normal, just another school day. I wasn't as bad as it could have been because we only had three weeks of school left and the next weekend was Memorial Day. Finals were still a week away and I wasn't really worried. I knew Abby wanted to get together, but Mom worked part time in the mornings and was almost always home before we got out of school. Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty much repeats of Monday, until that is, I got home from John Flemming's house where I'd been studying history. Dad was home early,and that was never good. When I came in from the garage Dad was talking. "Abby, you know we want to trust you but you know what I found." Abby was sobbing as she replied. "Yes Dad, I know." I saw Mom out of the corner of my eye and she motioned for me to come into the kitchen with her. "Michael," she whispered, "your Dad found some things on Abby's computer, things that she shouldn't see. Your Dad and I talked and we're going to ground her until school is out." "Mom, is it that bad, almost three weeks?" "I know you love your sister, but she needs to know there are limits." At that point we heard Dad raise his voice. A very, very bad sign. "Abby, it's final, and since you still don't seem to understand how serious your Mom and I think this is you'll also be staying home this weekend. We'll see if the Keener's will let you stay with them, if not we'll make other plans than going to the lake." "DAD..." I could here Abby as she ran for her room. A moment later Dad came around the corner into the kitchen. He was clearly still upset. He nodded at me, "You told him?" "Yes, Dear, he came in just now, so he heard." "Son, I'm not going to tell what I found, I haven't told your mother either. But you know the rules, don't you?" "Yes, Dad, I do." "Good, your sister might need someone to listen, so don't pick on her. If she tells you, please keep it to yourself." "I will Dad." "Thanks Michael," he took a heavy breath and sighed it back out, "Now, I have a call to make." He turned and left for his study. Two hours later Dad was still frustrated. The Keener's had plans to be out of town themselves and couldn't take Abby. Dad was getting pressure from his brothers about not coming to the lake and Mom's family were planning on being there as well this year. Man, it was tense that night. Abby never left her room, Sherri and Stacy hardly moved either, I think they were afraid things would start spilling out on them too. I knew better, Dad almost never let that kind of thing happen but this wasn't a normal grounding. I knew the sticking point. Mom and Dad were NOT about to let Abby stay home alone. I was standing in my room thinking about going to bed when a thought struck me. A moment later I knocked on Dad's study door. I knew he and Mom were still trying to figure out what to do. "Yes," Dad called. So I opened the door and poked my head in. "Dad, Mom, I have an idea." "Well come in then because we sure don't have a good one right now." Dad pointed to the chair next to his desk and I sat. "Well, Abby's grounded, and she can't go to the lake, so I was figuring that the biggest problem is that she can't be alone either, right?" "That's pretty much it, Michael, everyone is expecting us there. They know Abby can't go, but not why, but they want us to bend our rules and you know how I feel about that." "I know Dad, and I don't think you have to." "How?" "What if I stay here with her?" "You're just sixteen yourself son, that's why we're not letting Abby stay by herself." "I figured that was probably the problem, but even with that, neither of us will be alone. I know what the grounding rules are and I was thinking that if you guys call, at random times to check, then there's no way Abby can get around the rules without you finding out." "You know that will mean that you're effectively grounded, as well as Abby." "It's Ok, Dad, you guys should go, this way you can." Mom and Dad looked at each other and Mom nodded. "Alright, go get your sisters and we'll tell them what's happening." The twins were glad some kind of answer was decided and took off for the study. When I knocked on Abby's door she didn't answer. When I looked in she was sitting on her bed, arms around a pillow, her eyes red. "Abs, come on, it looks like we have a solution for the weekend." I held out my hand for her. She crawled out her bed and took my hand and I led her down to the study. Once we got there I stood behind her and leaned against her back. The atmosphere in the room was still tense, but getting better. Dad looked Abby, then me. "Ok, we've found a solution that, while not perfect, will work. We can all thank Michael for it, it's his idea. The family will be going to the lake, with the exception of Abby, and Michael. Abby, Michael is giving up his vacation for this, I hope you realize this. Because you are grounded, he will be too, not in fact, but because he can't leave you alone. Do you understand this?" "Yes, Dad." "Ok, Sherri and Stacy, would you please go back to your room now, we need to talk with your brother and sister a bit more." They turned and left quickly. I could tell they were happy that the trip was still happening, but they also were upset the we weren't all going to be together. When they were gone Dad continued. "Ok, first, I'll be disconnecting the internet while we're gone. Abby, Michael does not know what we talked about. You can keep it that way if that's what you want. Your Mom will make sure you have everything you need for the weekend, but I will leave money so you can order a pizza once. Beyond that the rules are as normal. Is that understood?" "Yes, Dad," Abby wasn't happy, but she knew this was as good as it was going to get. "One of Michael's suggestions was that we call to check in at random times. That, in fact, was the reason your Mom and I agreed. So we will be calling and you won't know when. It's not that we don't trust you or your brother, but with both of you being only sixteen we just can't forget that you are our responsibility." "Now, Michael, this is the hard part. You will be in charge, but only to a point. Abby is your sister and you will treat her with respect, she is also older and does know some things you don't. Are you sure you can handle this, son?" "No, Dad, but I'll do the best I can." "Good answer." Mom and Dad looked at each other again. "Alright, we're done." Mom spoke then, "Thank you Michael, we weren't sure what to do. None of the solutions seemed right and I think this one is the best any of us could have come up with. I'm proud of you." I nodded at her then took Abby's hand and she followed me back to her room. Once I had closed the door she pulled me around and hugged me tight. She was crying. I looked over my shoulder to get my bearings then shuffled us both to her bed. Once there I sat and pulled her onto my lap and just held her. A little later I got us moved so I could lean against her headboard. She cried for a while, then she just fell asleep. Mom looked in at one point and smiled at me then left. I know I slept at some point because I woke when Mom touched my face. It was morning and my back hurt. "Shhh... let her sleep. I'll get her up in a bit, you go get a hot shower and I'll have breakfast when you're done." Mom helped me get Abby laid down and then I left. I spent a lot longer in the shower than normal but it was still early, so I had time. The hot water did wonders getting the kinks out of my back. When I got down to the kitchen I could just hear Mom waking the twins. When she got back she started making French Toast, my favorite, along with eggs and sausage. The twins were happier now and almost back to normal but Abby was still a bit sullen. It didn't show as much as before, but it was still there. School Thursday and Friday went fine and by the time we kids got home Dad had the truck and camper loaded and ready to go. Dad gave me the money for the pizza then we all said our goodbye's and they drove off. Abby still wasn't happy, but she wasn't crying anymore. Later that evening we were curled up on the couch watching some dumb movie when Mom called to let us know they had gotten to the lake Ok. She asked how we were doing and if things were Ok. Abby was a little miffed at the call, but it didn't bother me. I figured Mom would be Mom no matter what, so why get pissed about it. When the movie ended I went to get up. "Michael, can we just stay here?" "Sure, I guess." "Thanks." We lay there in the dark for a while, her head on my shoulder. Her breathing was slow and getting slower and I could feel her relaxing more. The she yawned. "Ooh, sorry, bathroom..." She got up and headed to the back of the house. I thought a moment and decided to do the same and met her as she opened the bathroom door. She smiled at me then went into her room. Once I was done I went my room and undressed and put on the shorts I usually wore to bed then went to the kitchen and got a drink. I was still there when Abby came back, she was in one of her long nightgowns and was carrying a blanket. "It might get cold." she said. I shrugged and offered her some of my drink. She took it and finished it, then grinned at me. I got more for myself and we walked back in to the couch. Abby had obviously brought out a couple extra pillows as well and we shuffled things around a bit and got settled again. She was laying between my legs, her head on my chest. She'd taken both my hands in hers and was just holding them. I had left the light over the sink on in the kitchen, it didn't give much light out in the family room, but it was enough that we could see each other, even if it was still mostly shadows. "Michael?" "Hmmm." "Dad..." "Uh-huh." She sighed. "Dad found some things on my computer." "I know." "But you don't know what." "Nope." "How did he find them?" "He's a Dad. And there's a watchdog program on all the computers in the house, even his." "What?" "A watchdog program, he can see anything any of us do on the computers." "That is so not cool." "I don't mind, Dad's good, but I'm sneaky." "How?" "Well, Dad's using the watchdog that came with the system and it's not very good, so I can get around it when I need to, but he knows enough to check the router too, so that makes it harder again." "Router?" "Don't worry, I'll show you a few tricks." "Thank you." "No sweat, what else are little brothers for?" "Teasing?" She grinned again. "Yeah, that too. So, what did he find?" "Some stories a friend sent me, sexy ones." "Ah, no wonder he flipped." Dad was a lay minister at our church and had very strong beliefs about all things sexual. Mom did too, but sometimes I got the feeling she wasn't as worried about it as Dad was. "Tell me about it! He went on and on for over an hour. 'Our bodies are temples, both in flesh and spirit,' and the crap about unclean thoughts... why does he make it so hard?" "He's not the only one Abs." "I know, but they were just stories, it wasn't like they were pictures or anything." "And I'll bet the stories were why you asked me about the porn." She nodded. "That's why he worries." "But how does he expect us to learn if he hides everything?" "He doesn't want us to learn, him or the others. So, we have to learn on our own." 'Yeah, right, and just how are we supposed to do that when they lock everything away?" "By being sneaky." "Oooooh." "Yep." "Can we..." She started to get up. "Not tonight, but probably tomorrow." She sighed then laid back down against me. "Ok, tomorrow." Abby was a lot happier now. I was glad. After a bit she let go of my hands and pulled the blanket over her and wiggled herself down a touch and snuggled tighter. She felt nice laying there and I started running my fingers through her hair. Her body filled with air and I heard her sigh, then I was drifting off.