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 Explorations of a Dream by Oblivion

   2.  Exploring

   It was still dark when the phone rang.  I think I managed to pick it up
on the third or fourth ring.

   "Morning Mom," I yawned.

   "How did you know?"

   "Mmm...  it's 5:06.  Dad won't wake up for at least another hour."

   "You think you're smart huh?"

   "Nope, I just know how Dad is when he doesn't have to work." Mom huffed.

   "Are things Ok?"

   "Yeah, Abby zonked out after you called."

   "Is she Ok?"

   "Yeah, she's getting better, we talked some last night."

   "Good, I think she was too embarrassed to talk to me."

   "Mmhmm."

   "Alright, I'll let you go back to sleep, make sure you two get
breakfast."

   "I will Mom.  Bye."

   "Bye then, one of us will call later."

   "I know, Have fun." She hung up.

   After hanging up the phone I looked and saw Abby looking up at me.

   "It's still too early," she said, then laid her head back down.

   I agreed and decided to go back to sleep myself.  Abby was laying beside
me, at the front of the couch with me against the back, her butt was
nestled up against my groin her torso was turned towards me a little, her
left shoulder leaning against my chest.  I brushed some hair off her
forehead then kissed her there.

   "Thank you, Michael."

   "You're welcome..."

   I think we both drifted off then.

   When I woke up later we had shifted.  I was now on my back with Abby
against the back of the couch.  She had slid down some as well and her head
was on my belly, one arm draped over my crotch.  My dick was hard, as it
was many mornings, but I knew it would relax in a while.

   I stared up at the ceiling for a while just enjoying the feel of Abby
next to me.  I hadn't slept with anyone before and I decided I liked it.  I
felt a crick in my back and stretched, I guess the movement woke her.

   "Mornin," she mumbled as she shifted a bit.  A moment later her arm
moved and her hand was pressing on my dick, "mmm, you've got a boner."

   "Uh-huh, it happens."

   "K." Her fingers were now tracing my dick through my shorts.  It was a
lazy movement, I don't think she was really paying much attention to what
she was doing, just exploring the shape and feel.  "It does feel hard."

   "You know, if you keep doing that it's not going to get soft anytime
soon."

   "Want me to stop?"

   "Not really, it feels good."

   "mmK."

   She wasn't trying to tease me or anything, but after a while she did
seem to get more interested.

   "Michael, can I touch it?"

   "You are."

   "You know..." She sighed.

   "If you're sure, yeah."

   With the angle she had it worked best when she pulled the front of my
shorts down, she put her hand on my dick again and her fingers started
tracing it's shape, every now and then she wrapped her fingers around it
and squeezed it softly, moving it around so she could look at it.

   "It's softer than I'd thought.  Are all dicks like that?"

   "I wouldn't know, sis, I've never touched a dick other than this one."

   "Yeah, I guess that would be weird."

   "Uh-huh."

   "It feels so smooth, I like how my fingers just slide on it." She of
course had to demonstrate that right then, trailing one finger up the
length then back down.  On the next trip up my shaft her finger went all
the way to the tip, over the glans, and she felt the growing wetness there.
"mmm, that's slippery," she commented, "what is it?"

   "They call it pre-cum, it's the fluid that the prostrate makes, that
mixes with the sperm."

   "Ok." She was spreading it around the head of my dick.  "Are you going
to cum?"

   "Naw, this just feels good, kind of like I'm half way there, but still
feels nice."

   "Mmm, my pussy get's like too.  I used to think that was what they meant
about cumming, until I read the stories."

   "It still feels good though."

   "Mmhmm." She was watching as her fingers moved over me.  I couldn't see
her face, but her finger kept pausing.

   "Everything Ok, Abs?"

   "Yeah, just thinking?  So, the pre-cum, it comes from your prostrate,
right."

   "Uh-huh."

   "And that's down a ways."

   "Yeah, between my dick and my butt."

   "So, if it's leaking up here," and she ran her finger around the head of
my dick again, "then there's a lot more down inside."

   "Yeah."

   "And," she moved her finger down my length, "it comes up through here,"
she placed one finger near the base and then started pressing on the
urethra, "like this." Pressing firmly she ran her finger up the length of
the urethra, forcing more pre-cum to the head of my dick.  "That's so
cool."

   Then, without warning she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, lifted it
a bit and bent her head down.  I felt her tongue run across the head and
swirl around, then she put just the very tip between her lips and her
tongue flipped a few times.

   "Abs, you might get more than you want if you keep doing that."

   She let me go.  "It doesn't have much taste Michael, but it's kind of
thick feeling.  Does the sperm make it taste different?"

   I blushed.  "Not a lot."

   She pulled her head back to look up at me, smiling.  "Do you like it?"

   "I'm not sure."

   "I like how I taste down there."

   Of course, the phone had to ring right then.

   I sighed and picked it.

   "Hi, Dad."

   "Good morning, are you two up yet?" Damn what a question, Abby was still
holding my dick in her hand.

   "Yeah, Dad, we were about to get some breakfast."

   "Good, now let me talk to Abby."

   "Ok, here she is." I handed her the phone, so she had to let go of my
dick.

   "Morning, Dad."

   Her eyes crossed.

   "Dad, I know." She was pissed again.

   I couldn't hear what Dad was saying but from Abby's pained look it was
probably another sermon on chastity.

   "I will, Dad, I promise," her tone was caustic.

   She paused.

   "Yes, I am angry.  Why shouldn't I be, you've been telling the same
thing for three days now, I heard you the first time."

   Another pause.

   "Yeah, Bye."

   She got up, hung the phone up and with a frustrated groan stormed off to
the back of the house.  I sat there wondering what to do, or say.  Or if
there was anything I could do that would help.

   The phone rang again.

   "Hi, Dad."

   "I made her mad again."

   "I know."

   "Is she crying."

   "I don't know, I think she went back to her room."

   "Why won't she listen?"

   "Dad," I hesitated as a thought popped up.

   "What?"

   "How many times after a nail is all the way in does a carpenter hit it?"

   "You know that, son, none, it damages the wood..." he sighed, "Just how
did you get so smart at your age?"

   "We do listen, Dad."

   "I guess you do."

   We were both silent for a few moments.

   "Take care of her, son, I trust you.  We'll call tomorrow after church,
you don't need to tell Abby that though."

   "Ok, who's picking us up?"

   He groaned.  "I didn't ask anyone."

   I just waited.

   "Ok, forget it, we'll call around lunch."

   "Ok, Dad, I'll talk to Abby."

   "Good, take care of her, I think you're handling this better than I am
right now.  Did she tell you?"

   "Yes."

   "Ok, I...  I think I need to just leave her alone for now.  We'll call
tomorrow.  Bye, son."

   "Bye, Dad, Abs'll be fine, I'll make sure."

   "Thank you." And the line went dead.

   I sat there with the phone in my hands and when it started it's beeping
to remind me, I hung up.  A while later Abby came back out and sat with me,
she snuggled onto my lap and pulled my arms around her, so I just held her
and waited.  Her eyes were red and swollen and she just clutched at me,
trembling.

   "Why does Daddy hate me?"

   "He doesn't hate you Abs, he's afraid."

   "Why would he be afraid of me?"

   "He's not afraid of you, he's afraid for you."

   "Why?"

   "Well, look at Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan and Bristol Palin, it's real
easy for him to worry that you could get hurt or be taken advantage of, or
just go crazy."

   "Doesn't he trust me?"

   "I think he trusts his fear more."

   "But...  it doesn't matter does it, we can't just tell him not be
afraid, can we?"

   "Nope."

   "So, what do I do?"

   "Learn to be sneaky."

   "That seems wrong too Michael."

   "You remember when I stayed at Grampa Hastings' farm the summer before
he died?"

   "Yeah," she got a weird look on her face, "I thought it would be great
having you gone all summer, but you know what?  I hated it, I had my
friends and all, but I didn't realize until then that I liked talking to
you more than any of them.  I missed you."

   "Hmm..  I thought you hated me back then."

   "I thought I did too, before you left, I mean you kept trying to look at
my titties all the time and you kept sneaking up on me a scaring me and all
that stuff.  And jeeze, you remember that time Sara caught you jerking off
outside my window..."

   "Yeah," I blushed, "I'm sorry I did that, but God, I was horny back then
and stupid and, well...  I'm glad I went that summer, Gramps helped me a
lot.  I wish he was still here, sometimes I want to ask him questions..."

   "You did change a lot, I saw it when you got back."

   "Well, Gramps talked to me a lot that summer.  He even asked me if Dad
had had "THE TALK" with me."

   "The Talk?"

   "You know, about sex and stuff."

   "God, Mom's never even done that, I can't imagine Daddy ever even
trying."

   "That's pretty much what Gramps thought too.  So he did have the talk
with me, but it wasn't like I thought it would be.  I mean, we did talk
about sex and stuff, but it was like he was talking more about who he was
and who I thought I was, kind of like he was wondering if I even knew who I
was."

   "That's weird."

   "Yeah, at first, but then it seemed more important than all the sex
stuff he was telling me about and, well, I still think about it now.  I
still wonder if I do know who I am and stuff, and it makes me look at
things differently now." I broke off in a chuckle.

   "Hmm...  what's funny about it?"

   "Well, one day we were driving into town to get feed and he asked me if
I had seen the deer in a field we'd just passed and I said I hadn't.  Well
he looked over at me and asked if realized how much of life I was missing
since I didn't seem to have any interest in paying attention.  Well, I got
mad at him and told him I didn't miss anything and he just shrugged his
shoulders and didn't say anything else."

   "Mmhmm."

   "But, well, then I kind of had to prove that I was paying attention, you
know what I mean."

   She nodded.

   "Well, that's when I found out that he was right.  I started seeing
things that, well, scared me.  I mean, there was all this stuff going on
that I'd never seen before and all of a sudden it was like I was a little
kid again and there was so much stuff I didn't understand and he just kept
answering my questions and the more things I asked the more I started to
see and...  well, it just doesn't stop sis, every time I think I find out
an answer there's more questions."

   "Ok," She had a dubious look on her face, "but what's all this have to
do with Daddy and being sneaky?"

   "Well, one day, just before I came home Gramps asked if I thought Dad
was asking questions?  Mostly it confused me I think, but I did think about
it, and when I got home I started watching Dad and everyone, even you.  And
one day I knew the answer.  You see, Dad doesn't ask questions, not about
the things he believes.  If he's not sure, then he asks, but if he already
thinks he has the answer he won't even consider that there might be a
different answer."

   "Well, I don't see anything wrong with that."

   "Well, this morning you asked to touched my penis, do you think Dad
would think that was right?"

   "Uh, no, I think he'd freak."

   "Uh-huh, but you did it, right, so you must have thought it was Ok."

   "Yeah, but that's different."

   "Why?"

   "Because I think I should be able to if I want to, and you said yes, and
I liked it and..."

   "And it didn't matter to you if Dad wouldn't approve."

   "Yeah."

   "You wanted your own answer."

   "OH!"

   "Sometimes, if you want your own answer you're going to have to be
sneaky to get it.  At least until we're on our own.  But right now, I'm
hungry."
   We got up and headed to the kitchen for a late breakfast.