CHAPTER 1 – Dream Scapes

I can remember growing up, I never felt like I quite fit in. Maybe that is how all teenagers feel? I had plenty of friends, just never felt like I quite belonged in one group or another. I was into reading, mostly fantasy and science fiction. Maybe that is were my vivid imagination stemmed from. I always thought it would be neat to read people’s thoughts. I can remember several times growing up when I wondered if I had some type of telepathic power, not to read thoughts but to project them

I was the youngest of four siblings and the only boy. My three sisters, Tonia, April, and Becky, were nine, seven and six years my seniors. My parents always said I was a pleasant surprise when I was born.

My sisters were enough older than me that they thought of themselves like they were my mothers. As I grew into a young teenage boy, I thought of them of everything else but mothers. With my hormones years upon me, I couldn’t help notice their bodies and hope to catch a peek at them as they ran from the bathroom to their bedrooms.

They were lookers, My family was all dark haired. April and Becky’s hair was almost black while Tonia’s was a slightly lighter brown. All three girls grew into 38 bras by the time I was oldest enough to notice. Becky’s only boasted a B cup while Tonia and April were both C cups. Yes I had peaked at their bra size, and panties, for that matter. All three had heart shaped asses and long slender legs. Becky stood the tallest at about 5’-10”, next was April at 5’-9”, and finally Tonia at 5’-6”. Becky and Tonia had the darker coloring of my mothe r while April was fairer in color.

The first time I remember wondering if I had some type of metal power was when I was fourteen. My oldest sister, Tonia, had finished all her college classes in January but had to wait until May to graduate. She had moved home to save up money for starting out on her own.. That year my parents decided to take a trip to Florida fro spring break. It would be a break from the northeast winter and give us time to visit my Father’s parents. My parents were pretty frugal, what with one just finishing college, two children still in college and one more on the way. to college. So instead of flying, we drove to Florida. It was a twenty some hour trip one-way. My sister decided this was probably the last free vacation of her life, and what young girl wouldn’t want to go to Florida and get a tan.

My parents had a family sedan and, back in the late 70’s, most cars in the northeast did not come with air. By the time we had driven below D.C., it was getting hot. We changed into summer clothing and opened the windows to keep cool. Remember, back then, girl’s shorts were tight and short. So Tonia wore tight white short cotton shorts stretch over her golden globe ass and showing the distinct shape of her camel toes. She had a striped tube top looked ready to drop off her ample bosom.

On this leg of the trip, it was night and my sister and I were asleep in the back of the car. She was sleeping sitting up and had let me lay my head in her lap. Being this close to a pussy was too much of a temptation. When I thought she was asleep, by the sound of her breathing, I turned so that my nose was directly in her crotch.

I imagined running my tongue sliding in and out of her pussy while she was sucking on my cock and massaging her tits. Soon I noticed her squirming and the smell of her pussy was getting stronger. I watched in amazement as she pushed up her tube top, exposing one boob. Soon she was tugging at her nipple while a delicious moist spot appeared on her shorts. It was only the darkness of the car and the rumble of the road that hid my sister in heat from my parents in front.

At that point I lost complete track of my fantasy and backed away to get a better look at her exposed boob. I felt a shutter run through her and a sigh escape her lips, as she must have reached an orgasm. Then she started to stir as if awakening.

I quickly turned over and pretended to be asleep. She straightened herself up and gently pushed my head off her lap onto the seat. She and I stayed awake the rest of the night. The smell of pussy was too strong for me to sleep and I hoped in vain Tonia would doze off again so I could get my head back in her lap. I kept wondering if I had somehow caused her to loose self-control, though several attempts to duplicate it that night were a failure. Eventually I filed this as just a lucky coincidence.

Another time, about a year later, my sister April invited me to stay with her at her college dorm. My sister April was art major at a college about two hours from home. It was always fun to visit her there because there were predominately more female art students than male. A bonus factor was that nudity is an art form. I have always been an admirer of the female body.

She lived in a small apartment with another girl. The apartment consisted of one room that was the kitchen, dinning room and living room and then two bedrooms and a bathroom between them.. Not wanting me to be awoken by her roommate when she cam home late at night, she had me sleep in her bedroom. She had only one bed and didn’t think anything of having me sleep with her. She never had teenage boy hormones before, so how could she know what she was putting me through.

That whole week, I slept next to a 23 year old, 5’-9”, long dark hair, skinny but full breasted good-looking college girl. She slept in a tee shirt and panties while I slept in my basketball shorts. I had been behaving like any hormone induce teenage boy and did my best to snuggle up next to her and “accidentally” place my hands in strategic places. I am sure she was glad she would have her own bed back soon.

The last night, I was drifting off to sleep and started fantasizing about being able to run my hands over her body. I was really starting to enjoy this when I heard soft moans from April next to me. I propped myself up and looked over at her.

She had turned over onto her back and spread her legs. From what I could make out in the light, it looked like she was stroking her pussy under the sheet. But even as I watched, she stopped and went back to a restful sleep.

I reclined and went back to my dreams only to be interrupted again by her moans. After about the third time of this I started to wonder if my dreams were affecting her. I concentrated on the dreams and was rewarded by her moans. I could hear their fervency increase. Finally, unable to resist, I draped my hand across her leg, trying to nonchalantly move closer to the heat. About this time, she must have reached it, waking up with a loud groan. I pretended to be asleep while she moved my hand off her and got up, grabbed some underwear, and went into the bathroom to change.

She never said anything to me but it was the last time she ever had me share a bed with her.

I tried pushing thoughts at people after that but only had sporadic results, making me wonder if it was from what I did or only freak coincidences. I finally decided it was only just an overactive teenagers imagination. At least until a few months ago…