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Subject: {ASSM} Butterflies 03 {Paige} (nosex, plot building)
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Author: Paige Summter
Title: Butterflies
Part: 03
Summary: A young man has a series of dreams where he is
experiences his sexual fantasies
 as the receiving part.
Keywords: nosex, plot building
License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported
License.
SeriesKeywords: M~g, M~Fg, MM~g, gander~g, dog~g, best, tg, bd,
sad, inc, ped, hist, slow, magic, preg, drug, reluc


This is my first attempt at writing fiction in English, I thought
it important to seek feedback prior to publishing the full
story.


"JUSTIN, WAKE UP" I felt someone pushing me, I was shivering from
the cold, "This is the third time today, you have to start going
to sleep earlier, this cannot continue", "but mo-om" I pleaded,
"I slept before dinner yesterday, don't you remember?", she
paused for a moment, and brief glimpse of  troubled concern
washed over her face before she smiled, "well you are a teenager,
and teenagers sleep a lot, you have been a bit tired these last
days, if it continues we will have to go and have you checked
up". I smiled, "Ok mom, lets see how I feel once I've hit the
showers". My mom looked a bit astonished but smiled back at me.
Somehow Rachel's feeling of being soiled had carried over to me.

Once out of the shower, I ripped the linen off my bed, I couldn't
bear to spend one more night in those sheets, despite my shower I
still felt dirty. I quickly stuffed everything in the hamper and
yelled "Mo-om, where do we store the bed linen?", my mom appeared
in the door, with a look of incredulity on her face, "In the desk
of drawers in the hallway, why do you ask?", "Oh nothing, I just
felt they needed changing, and I wanted it over with before I sat
down for breakfast", mom shook her head in mocked surprise, then
smiled, "I'll do it for you later today, hurry up and get some
breakfast, I don't want you to be late", I looked at her, trying
to determine if she really meant what she said, she looked
sincere though, "Are you sure? It's not a problem really, I can
do it when I get back from school", mom let out a gentle
laughter, "Justin, I've been doing this the first 16 years of
your life, I think I can mange one more time without falling to
pieces", A warm feeling of gratitude filled me and I kissed her
gently on the cheek as I passed her in the door, "Thanks mom".

"What ever happened to: real women likes how real men smell?", my
sister mocked, using a deep voice as she quoted me. That remark
suddenly drained me of all my energy, and I sagged in the chair
as I sat down at the table. "Jeez, you look like shit, maybe you
should cut down on surfing for porn and try to actually get some
sleep?" I winced at that remark, realizing that she might just
possibly know what I did on the net, and started to blush by the
sheer thought of her knowing. She smiled as she saw me blushing,
as if she had scored a point, and maybe in someway she had.

"Sis, I'm sorry, but I'm really not up to bickering this morning,
I've been sleeping since before dinner last night, it's not lack
of sleep, it is something else", "Ohh, still having nightmares do
you?", "Nightmares?, no not nightmares, at least not in the usual
sense, but it's so real -", "Interessssting" she purred, as she
interrupted me, "Am I a man dreaming I am a butterfly, or am I a
butterfly dreaming I am a man", she giggled a little and then
sent me an encouraging smile.

"It is just, they are so real... and yesterday, as soon as my
head hit the pillow, the dream continued from where I left it
when I woke up yesterday morning, what kind of dream does that?"
Anne leaned conspiratorially forward, smiled and said: "I don't
know, maybe if you told me what the dream was about?", I was
about to spill the beans, and stopped short with my mouth agape,
I simply couldn't tell her that I had spent a good portion of the
night being spanked by a genuine sadist and then repeatedly raped
by a gander, I tried to cover my unease with an: "ohhh - nothing
really, you know how dreams seems to fade.", "Aww, come on, you
know you can trust me, is it what they call a wet dream? is that
why you won't talk about it?", I flashed what I hoped was an
embarrassed smile, my sisters smile widened, "I knew it, guys
have such a one track mind!"

I tried to steer the conversation away with an: "Is Rachel giving
you a ride, or do you need a ride with me?", "Thanks for
offering, but Rach is picking me up in a few minutes"

I got up, put my dish in the dishwasher and grabbed my coat as I
headed for my truck. When I entered the truck I started to get an
inkling to one of the reasons my sister preferred a ride with
Rachel. Maybe I had let the mess in my truck get a tad out of
hand, before taking off for school I spent a few minutes
gathering cookie wrappers, napkins and stuff that had sort of
accumulated on the passenger seat and on the floor. Maybe mom was
right, I needed to start to get a grip on my life.

I had made it to school in good time, and leisurely walked
towards the entrance and down the hall to my locker. Somehow the
school felt unreal, it looked different, the floor tiles were
worn, there was a drab and boring gray paint on the walls and
ceiling, a bit depressing really, not the kind of decorations
that could inspire a young mind to be open and inquisitive.
'Hadn't Lisa talked about decorations when she ran for class
president?', not that her candidacy had any chance, she could
brown-nose to the teachers all she wanted, she was trailer-trash
and everybody knew it, she had to know it too, besides flaunting
her body in that tight sweater yesterday was asking not to be
taken serious.

The first couple of classes went alright, I was getting a little
flack for my failed basket-game in P.E. class yesterday, but
mostly about coach Lane calling me a fairy. Was that all it took
to loose status, one day of being lousy at P.E. and coach being a
smart-ass? Somehow it seemed unreal, it was starting to get to
me. 

On my way to U.S. History John caught up with me, he hit me with
a fist on my shoulder and it bloody well hurt, I flinched, "Aww
come-on you pussy, get a grip on yourself, you are loosing it
buddy", I stared at him with a total lack of comprehension, he
must have seen the question on face, so he continued: "yesterday
was bad enough man!, but you've been strutting your ass around
all day like a cunt in need of a stuffing, and look at your self,
you're dressed like a complete mommas boy, you are even starting
to dress up like a queer, what's next, a prom dress?", what was
wrong with him, couldn't he see that I already felt bad from the
all flack I had taken all morning? He was supposed to be my best
friend!, my bro!, and now he was chewing my ass, and that punch
bloody well hurt! "Just leave me alone you ass-wipe, you're
supposed to be my friend" I sneered and hurried off, my vision
blurring with tears - tears of anger that is.

Had it been any other day, Mr. Jackson might have caught me with
my guards down, but keeping up with what was going on in class
kept me from feeling too down about the flack I was getting and
my little clash with John, We were having an open discussion in
class, I listened but kept my silence, not wanting to get
involved, Mr. Jackson turned to me: "Stephen, so when our
founding fathers wrote: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their
Creator with certain unalienable Rights', but still permitted
slavery to continue, was that just political convenience to
appease the south?" For a moment my mind went blank, but then I
thought back to Rachel's world, my world in a way. "No, not
really sir, you have to understand the world they lived in, and
the thoughts that inspired them. In those days the colonies were
a feudal society mirroring the feudal system of the old world,
they had very clear class distinctions, and no means for people
to move from one class to another. The distribution of wealth and
property and the laws were was such that the odds of a poor
person attaining wealth were almost zero. If you were born as a
peasant, you would remain a peasant all your life, nobles'
marriages were arranged, they did not marry out of love but in
order to strengthen contacts and social ties, people marrying
outside of their 'class' would be considered social outcasts and
shunned, much like we shun sexual deviants today. A noble would
never consider having a romantic affair with a peasant girl, he
might desire her, toy with her, rape her, but that was all there
was to it. The laws and the legal system was arranged such that
he could get away with it too. Testimony in a court was weighed
not only by the merit of what was said, but also on who said it,
if the noble denied the rape, then it didn't matter how many
peasants said otherwise or how many bruises and scrapes the girl
could demonstrate, a noble's word held higher value than a
peasant's. So it is quite simple Sir, those words were an attempt
to say that social mobility should be possible, not necessarily
easy, only possible. It was not an attempt to break away from a
class based society. There would and should be a social ladder,
but even a slave, if she gained her freedom should be empowered
to climb in social rank. Much like prisoners in a jail, once they
are let out, they are free to shape their own destiny." After my
little speech, Mr. Jackson's mouth stood agape, and the class was
completely silent, some looked at their desks, others stared at
me.

Suddenly, feeling self-conscious with all the attention, I looked
down, I could feel how my cheeks burned red. "Quite, yes, quite,
thank you Justin" was all Mr. Jackson managed to say. I realized
that I had just sealed my fate with my old friends, after this
little speech in class, there was no way they would consider me
anything but a looser, sucking up to the teachers.

I tried to get through the rest of the day as best as I could,
lunch was hell, I sat with the usual gang, but they were all
silent, and I couldn't think of anything to say, the only good
thing about it was the amount of elbow space I had while sitting
there, staring at my lunch.

I felt relieved when I walked towards my truck, someone had
written the words 'faggot' in the dirt on the side of the truck,
but even that didn't really bother me, my mind was simply too
numb from todays emotional roller-coaster ride of highs and lows,
I was so tired, I looked forward to sleep and to Rachel's world,
it might be a harsh world, but in so many ways richer, more
vibrant.

I sat in my car, trying to decide what to do. I had to get my
truck washed, that much I knew, I counted out my money, I had
enough for the automated car-wash, with a little left to spare.
Maybe I should get a gift for Anne, some kind of peace offering,
I couldn't handle the things happening in school and Anne's
constant jibes, besides when I thought about it, I had been a
real a-hole towards her lately, she deserved a little something
to brighten her day.

I parked my sparkling clean truck in the parking lot by the mall.
I didn't really know what to get for sis,  walking around in the
mall, my eyes caught a cute plush kangaroo with big bright red
boxing loves, the left hand had a white heart on it and the right
glove said "Me", I thought that kind of cute, and decided to get
it for her. On my way out of the shop I ran into my sister's
bestie, "Oh, Hi Justin, what are you doing in a shop with plush
animals", "Hi Rachel, nothing much, just buying a present for
Anne, a kind of peace offering", "so her plan is working? I'm
glad! She told me  she was planning something, she was getting
mightily pissed at you, you know?", I smiled effacingly and
nodded, "Yeah, I realize I have been a bit of an a-hole lately",
"You can say that again", Rachel leaned forward lowering her
voice, "she showed me some of the things you have been reading
and downloading from the net, you have a dirty mind", I blushed,
shamed that Rachel and Anne knew what kind of things I was into,
but also angry that Anne had been snooping around in my stuff.
"Yeah, maybe I did go a bit too far", "I'm glad you can still
blush, fantasizing about putting a bun in your sisters oven?
That's wild! - at least I know where to go if I ever feel like a
walk on the wild side!", I couldn't really tell if that last part
was a come-on or a tell-off, and I decided to turn tail. "Well,
maybe only wild within reason, right?", Rachel seemed to be
thinking then said "True dat, true dat, I was quite impressed by
your little speech in school today, I'm not sure I agreed with
you, but it is the first time in a long while I have heard you
share anything but lewd remarks", ohh, alarm bells were starting
to go off in my head for the second time during the conversation,
'Had I started changing?, maybe if I connected a little with
Rachel I could get some perspective?' "I'm sure I missed a few
things, what I said was only based on personal observations, you
know?, but I'd like to know what you think", Rachel looked a
little suspicious at me, and I dawned upon me that she might
think I was trying to come-on to her, "sorry, I should have
realized! - you knowing the kind of stuff I'm into, there is no
way you would trust me, I wasn't trying to hit on you, honestly I
wasn't, not that you aren't good looking, 'cause you are, but you
are my sister's best friend, I don't need more complications
right now, and I don't want to put you in an awkward situation, I
was just curious about what your thoughts were", I ran out of
words to say, and realized I had been rambling, after an awkward
pause I continued: "I'd better get going, get my home work done
and catch some zzs, I feel like I haven't slept a week", I turned
and walked towards the exit.

I knocked gently on sis' door, "Just a moment, who is it?" came
sis' voice from behind the door, "Me", I replied, who else could
it be?, I could hear some shuffling around behind the door, and
waited patiently until the door opened, sis peeked out the door,
"what do you want?",

"Nothing really, listen   I know I've been a bit of a pain lately
and I just wanted to say I'm sorry", I lifted the bag with the
kangaroo, "a small peace offering, I thought you might like it",
Anne eyed the bag a bit wearily, but finally accepted, she peeked
inside, I could see a smile widening on her face, "ohhh, it's
sooo cute, thank you Justin", she said, and gave me a hug, I
hoped she got the hint about the boxing gloves, but didn't want
to spell it out. "you are welcome sis, I know I've been a
complete arse lately, and I just want you to know that I
appreciate that you haven't ripped my head off in spite of my
behavior", I reached out and gave her a return hug, and whispered
"thank you for being you" in her ears and let go.

"I'm wasted, it's been a rough day today, I think I'll go and
take a nap before dinner",
"ok, bro, I'll make sure to wake you at dinner, sweet dreams"

I knew the dreams probably wouldn't be sweet, but in some ways
Rachel's world would feel better than my world, in this world, I
was feeling tired, rejected, out of place.






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