Chapter 1

A small, bright light appeared in front of David Stanley’s eyes and slowly expanded. At the same time, the world around him started to fade, melting away into a black void until the light swallowed the dark abyss. His consciousness fell away from his body and became one with the light, or at least that’s what he believed happened.

On the other hand, he also believed he could be dying, but if he was, the concept didn’t seem to frighten him, which made him curious. That he could be curious led him to believe he still had a sense of self, that his ego was still intact. He also knew the light and his consciousness were without form or substance. He didn’t know why he knew this fact. He just did.

Suddenly, the light seemed to hover, and a scene came into focus below the light. He recognized the room, a kitchen, and its occupant, his mother. The scene was fuzzy around the edges, and the colors were faded like the colors in a failing computer monitor. Obviously, the light containing his sense of self had vision, which confused him. Without form or substance, the light could have no eyes, but still, it could see. It didn’t have the benefit of sound, though, and he wondered if his ego carried any other senses during the trip. He watched his mother’s lips moving as she spoke... no, he decided, she’s not speaking; she’s singing. Her hips swayed alluringly to a syncopated beat, and she twirled around, dancing to the sounds of music the bright light and David’s ego couldn’t hear.

His mother had a wooden spoon in her hand, and for a few seconds, she waved it like a conductor’s baton, directing the music she was enjoying as she continued to sway to its beat. As she dipped the spoon into a pot on the stove to stir whatever she was cooking, the light started to fade, and the black void returned around the edges.

He opened his eyes, and the world around him quickly came into focus. He still occupied a chair in Ms. Shannon’s English class where he’d been when the episode began, but now the young teacher stood over him with a worried look. She’d been standing at the blackboard, David remembered, when the light started to form. Now she stood next to him. Time had elapsed during the event, he realized - another curious fact that meant little in his befuddled state.

“Ah, David, you’re back amongst us. Are you all right? You’ve had us worried.”

“Yes. What happened?”

The pretty teacher shrugged, causing her perky breasts to sway, not unlike the sway of his mother’s breasts as she danced during his... what? He tried to label the event, and although it didn’t seem possible, he decided he’d had an out-of-body experience.

“Can you stand up?”

“Of course.”

“Well?”

David pushed himself to his feet with ease.

“Walk with me. You need to see the school nurse.”

“No, I’m fine, Ms. Shannon,” David said and sat back down. He blushed, feeling extremely embarrassed to be the focus of everyone’s attention.

“You’re not fine. You suddenly slumped on your chair, and if Tim hadn’t caught you, you’d have fallen to the floor.” Tim Darlington, a classmate and friend, occupied the chair to his right. “You were completely unconscious. Come with me, David,” she said and turned to Ellen Farley at the front of the class. “Ellen, take charge.” Then she announced to the rest of the class, “Read the short story on page ninety-two of your book.” The class groaned. “It’s only three pages long. I’ll give a short quiz on the story at the end of the class.”

The groans increased in volume as David followed Ms. Shannon out of the classroom. An hour later, Carol Stanley, the boy’s worried mother, picked him up at the school. She queried him as she drove toward their home.

“Should I take you to a doctor, Son?” she asked.

“No, I’m fine, Mom, really.”

“But Ms. Shannon said you passed out in class, and the nurse thinks you might have had a seizure, or a stroke, or something.”

The teenager had not told the school nurse about his vision. Intuitively, he’d felt she wouldn’t believe him. Heck, he could hardly believe it himself, and he’d experienced it. Should he tell his mother? He needed to talk with someone about what had happened.

“I didn’t have a seizure or stroke, Mom. I think I had an out-of-body experience.” He went on to explain in detail what had happened and the vision he’d seen, and as he described the kitchen scene, he watched his mother’s eyes widen with shock.

“What was I wearing?”

“Cut-off jeans and a red blouse, though the color of the blouse was faded. All the colors seemed washed out to me.” He’d seen the blouse on her before and knew it was brighter in reality than it had been during his vision.

She gasped! “Son! When I received the call from the school nurse, I hurried and threw on this dress. I couldn’t come to the school in cut-off jeans and my old, red blouse. Fifteen minutes before the call, I was making spaghetti sauce and singing along with the radio!”

Stunned, David sucked in air. “You’re kidding! I thought my mind was making something up, sort of like a dream.” What he’d seen during the event had been real! Amazing! Instead of frightening him, this new knowledge exhilarated him.

“What song was playing?”

“I don’t know. I could see but couldn’t hear.”

Strange. More than strange, he thought. As he pondered what happened, fear replaced the euphoria he’d first experienced when he discovered he’d actually watched his mother from a distance.

“No doctors, Mom. I don’t want to become a lab rat.”

She shook her head. “You might be right. Still...”

“Uh-uh. No doctors. I’m fine. Mostly, I’m embarrassed.”

She reached and squeezed his hand. “Okay, no doctors for now, but if it happens again...”

“What kind of doctor would you take me to - a neurologist, an internist? Maybe a psychiatrist? If it happens again, I still won’t admit any out-of-body experience to anyone but you, Mom, so you’d be wasting your time and mine.”

---

Carol Stanley was worried. She’d married young and gave birth to David a year after her wedding day. Then Darla came along about a year later. Five years later, her husband was killed in an automobile accident. The proceeds from life insurance policies helped, but she had to find work to make ends meet. She discovered she had a knack for selling and soon established her own business as a manufacturer’s representative. The business allowed her to work out of her home and care for her children.

After a reasonable time, she’d tried dating but had failed to find love again. Following a few disappointing excursions into romance, she’d backed away from the frenzied dating scene. She met men in the course of her business, and she traveled to trade shows periodically, giving her ample opportunities for sex on her terms. If love came around again, she’d be happy, but she was happy anyway. She’d quit frantically searching for love from a man and gave all her love to her children.

Both her children were good students and rarely gave her serious trouble. Oh, sometimes she wanted to strangle them, usually when they fought with each other like cats and dogs, but for the most part, she was proud of them, proud of their maturity and good sense, and proud of their appearance - David was a tall, handsome boy, and Darla was cute and all girl. Then David had his first out-of-body event, and her life changed. She had a son with an unusual ability - or curse. She couldn’t decide which.

This morning, David had arrived for breakfast, looking shamefaced and refusing to look her in the eye. He was feeling guilty about something, she assumed. When she queried him, he mumbled and refused to discuss his problem, whatever it was, which was unlike him. Then Darla bounced bright-eyed and enthusiastic into the kitchen, and David made some cutting remark, which set Darla off, and soon the siblings were bickering. Situation normal.

Almost normal. Her son still refused to look directly at her. Why me, she asked herself. Why is he reacting differently toward me? A horn honked, and Darla jumped up.

“That’s my ride. I’ll be late coming home from school this afternoon, Mom. Gymnastic practice and tryouts.”

“All right. Good luck, sweetheart. I hope you make the team.”

Darla had always been the athlete in the family. David was interested in math and science, not sports, but he wasn’t what the kids called a nerd. With broad shoulders and a deep chest, he excelled in swimming and always made the swim team.

When Darla rushed from the house, Carol turned to her son. He blushed and studiously studied the tabletop, and she wondered if he’d had another out-of-body episode.

The first time his consciousness took flight, David had been fourteen years old. Another year went by before his second out-of-body experience gripped his consciousness. Like the first one, Carol had been the subject of the scene he’d witnessed. She’d been seated in a restaurant with a friend having lunch that day, and he described the scene perfectly when she talked with him later. When he lapsed into unconsciousness the second time, David had been in a friend’s home. The second trip lasted longer, about a half hour, so when he woke up, a paramedic was bending over him. His friend’s mother had become frantic when she couldn’t revive him and had called an ambulance. While he was in the hospital, Carol insisted on a battery of tests designed to detect seizures or strokes, but the doctors found nothing. Like the first time, the boy had declined to tell anyone about the visions. If the events had remained at only one per year, Carol wouldn’t have been so worried. But the incidents had increased in frequency. During the last month, they’d arrived about once a week, and she’d been the subject of all of his visions.

David didn’t appear guilty when he went up to bed last night, she thought. So whatever happened took place between now and then. Suddenly, she blushed. He watched me! Saw me last night! She swallowed the excess saliva that had suddenly filled her mouth.

“You had another event, didn’t you, David?”

He nodded, but wouldn’t look at her.

“When?”

“Last night.”

“Let me guess. It was about ten o’clock. Right?”

He flushed and nodded sheepishly.

“Damn it! Double damn it!” She plunked herself on the chair next to him and took his hand in both of hers.

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“Oh, it’s not your fault, David. I know you have no control over those mental trips of yours, but damn it, I can’t go through life worrying whether my privacy is being invaded or not. If you keep having these events, you need to learn how to control them.” She chuckled. “Though I suspect even if you could control the length of your trips, you would’ve dallied to watch me last night.”

“No, I’d have left you to your privacy.”

Grinning widely, she said, “Liar. Well, what did you think of your old mom? Was I sexy?”

“Yeah.” Another sheepish expression.

“Look at me, Son.”

He raised his eyes, but then lowered them again.

“Yes, I masturbate. I’m a normal, healthy woman, Son, and my only sexual outlet is masturbation, though from now on, I’ll do it under the sheets, not on top. I know you play with yourself, too. After all, I do the laundry. And it’s my guess, you do it more than I.”

“Probably,” he muttered.

“Did seeing me excite or repel you?”

He raised his eyes again. “Mom, watching you last night was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me. It was strange though. While watching you, I felt extremely excited, but when I reentered my body, I was... well, I was soft.”

Carol chuckled. “Not for long, I bet.”

David laughed. “No, not for long. I suspect my sheets will need to be laundered today.” He glanced up at the clock. “I need to run, or I’ll be late. May we talk some more about this tonight?”

“Of course.”

After making her morning business calls, Carol stripped down and hopped in the shower. As she dried herself with a fluffy towel, she wondered if her son was hovering over her at that moment. Curiously, the thought excited her. Looking up, she winked. She reached and pinched the first baby-chewed nipple and then the other. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she said out loud, “Not bad for a thirty-seven-year-old woman with two teenaged kids.” Her breasts were still perky. Oh, they sagged a bit, but not much, and she still had the same measurements she’d had when she married, except her hips had widened a little. David had obviously liked what he’d seen. He’d admitted to jacking off after reentering his body.

Naked, she strolled from her bedroom to his. Pulling down the covers, she inspected the sheet by running her fingers over the surface. Yes, she felt the crusted blotches of his semen. She groaned inwardly and felt twinges of arousal center in her pussy.

Was he watching now? Not likely. The events seemed to happen once a week, not every day, not yet, at least. Rolling over onto his bed, she raised her knees and splayed her legs. One hand went to her pussy, the other to a breast, and she fondled both. Closing her eyes, she pictured her son stretched out on the bed last night as she was lying on it now. In her mind’s eye, she could see his cock, long and hard in his stroking fist. Her fingers reached inside her vagina and scooped up some of her natural lubricant, and as her fingers rolled around her clitoris, her imagination gave her a view of her son’s busy hand stroking his cock.

Last night after his journey, he’d relived his vision and jacked off as he replayed the sight of her fingers in her pussy. Was he thinking about her now? Was he reliving the scene yet again? Was he sitting in a classroom with a hard-on while scrutinizing lewd images of her nakedness in his mind? Was he watching her play with her pussy? She groaned and shoved a second finger inside her.

Last night, he’d watched her shove fingers inside her like she was doing now, and instead of being embarrassed, like she should, the concept excited her beyond belief. She’d told him she would masturbate under the sheets from now on, but she wouldn’t. She wanted him to see her, wanted him to watch. She knew her desire to be watched, especially by her own son, was indeed perverted, but she was the involuntary subject of his visions. Should she stop being herself merely because her son could observe her most private activities? Soon, she’d travel out of town to a trade show. No doubt she’d climb in bed with Hank again. She wasn’t in love with the man, but she enjoyed sex with him, probably because she only saw him four times a year. Should she defer this necessary, infrequent source of pleasure because her son could be watching?

She couldn’t stop her son’s invasions of her privacy any more than he could. With both of them victims to his curse, they could either accept the situation and go on with their lives or seek help from professionals to somehow eliminate his flights of consciousness. But if they sought help, David had the situation pegged correctly. He’d become a lab rat to those investigating paranormal incidents. And what or whom did his flights hurt? It wasn’t as if he visited others during his journeys. He watched only her. She could cope with her loss of privacy to protect her son.

Besides, she’d just rediscovered the pleasure she felt when she was being surreptitiously watched. As a teenaged girl, she’d given a neighborhood boy a few thrills when he peeked in her window at night. Knowing the boy’s eyes were on her, she’d stripped and eventually touched herself to increase the peeper’s arousal - and hers. The peeper was harmless. She knew him. He was so shy he stuttered when he tried to talk to girls, but he wasn’t shy about sneaking across a few fences and cozying up to her window. He’d masturbate and spray the bushes with his come while she stretched out on her bed and pleasured herself. She even left a light on and cracked the drapery enough so he could see her easily. Carol wasn’t the only person he spied on, so eventually, the boy was caught. Afterwards, she’d missed his eyes avidly watching her, missed how exciting it had been to know he stood in the bushes outside her window with his cock in his hand.

“Are you watching me now, David?” she whispered as her fingers flashed back and forth over her clitoris. “I’m lying in your bed, finger fucking myself. I can feel your dried come on the sheets under my bum. I wish it were wet. I’d rub it on my clit instead of using my own juices.” She moaned. The thought of rubbing David’s come all over her cunt made her arousal soar. “If you’re watching, David, come on me. Let your consciousness tighten up your imaginary balls and spurt come, squirt your semen without substance or form all over me!”

Her body stiffened and her hips rose up from the bed. She plunged a third finger inside her and wailed as an orgasm gripped her. It was a powerful climax, more forceful and thrilling than the orgasm she’d given herself the night before. “Fuck me, David!” she shouted. “Fuck me with your cock, a cock without form or substance!”

She collapsed and a minute later rolled to her side. Tears welled in her eyes. “You’re sick, Carol Stanley,” she whispered. “David doesn’t need professional help. You do.”

Rolling from the bed, she stripped the sheets and carried them to the laundry room. Fantasies. She’d always let her mind wander, fantasizing about many things from love and sex to business and health. She’d just indulged in one of her fantasies. That’s all it was.

---

David felt his cock lengthening, his fifth hard-on that morning. He couldn’t stop the images from intruding, images he’d witnessed while his mother played with herself the night before. They invaded his mind without volition, moving from frame to frame like a video sometimes, or held steady as if they were still photographs at other times. It was bad enough his consciousness left his body whenever it had an urge to take flight. Now his imagination couldn’t stop seeing his naked mother, couldn’t stop reliving how naughty she’d looked, how sexy and... downright nasty. God, she’d been delightfully nasty, twisting her nipples, plunging fingers in and out of her pussy, the first real pussy David had ever seen.

When he’d returned from the journey, he’d expected to find himself as hard as he’d ever been, but while his consciousness was out of his body, it felt nothing, experienced nothing. But within seconds after his return, his cock had sprung straight up, assuming the already fully aroused state of his ego, and with just a few strokes, he’d climaxed, spurting semen onto his belly, which had dribbled off onto the sheets. A half-hour later, he’d jacked off again while reliving the event, and once more an hour later, then twice this morning, once just after he opened his eyes, and again in the shower.

His mother had been correct - without doubt he masturbated more than she. Her comment about invading her privacy bothered him, though. He wished he could willfully initiate and stop the events. The school no longer called an ambulance when he became unconscious, and he’d been careful to advise his friends and their parents not to become too concerned when he slumped over into an unconscious state, but still the events frequently embarrassed him.

Resting his back against a tree while sitting on the grass during his lunch break, David tried to ignore his hard-on and concentrated. He struggled desperately to initiate an event, but no pinpoint of light appeared. If he could learn to control the events, would he stop them? He asked himself. If he could stop them, would he never allow another one to take flight? No, he decided. His consciousness trips made him unique; they’d become personally important to him, a habit like masturbating. Besides, if he had another opportunity to watch his mother masturbate, he’d take it. Grinning, he remembered his lie, but his wise mother had called him on it. No, last night if he’d had control, he wouldn’t have backed away, leaving her to her privacy. As it was, the trip ended too soon for him. He hadn’t seen her have an orgasm.

Suddenly, the light appeared and swallowed the black abyss that ate up the world around him. Moments later, he hovered over a group of girls, which surprised him. He searched for his mother, but she wasn’t among the females. His sister, Darla, captured his attention, though, and another girl his age, Ellen Farley, was among the group. He knew the names of the other girls, but they were his sister’s friends, not his. Was he visiting Darla or Ellen, or one of the others? His question was answered when Darla walked away from the group, and his consciousness followed her. For some reason, his sister had joined his mother as an object to be observed during his mental trips.

Perversely, the teenager wondered if his sister masturbated like his mother. Now he could connect with her; would she give him an opportunity to watch her pleasure herself?

The episode abruptly ended, and he opened his eyes. My trips are getting out of hand, becoming even more complicated, he thought. That’s two episodes in two days. If the frequency of the trips continues to accelerate, soon I’ll be unconscious more than conscious. He groaned and concentrated again. Somehow, he had to gain control over the episodes. If he could take the trips at will and end them when he wanted, perhaps his ego wouldn’t take unbidden flights. David envisioned his mother and made an extreme effort mentally, hoping beyond hope, that he could take a trip to see her.

Amazed and pleased, he watched the light appear, and soon he hovered over his mother. She was working at her computer. God, she’s sexy, his ego thought. At thirty-seven, his mother was a striking, beautiful woman. She was model-slim, except for her hips, which were womanly wide. Encased in a halter-top, her perky breasts were perfectly shaped and proportionate to the rest of her body. Her long, shapely legs stretched in front of her, bare and smooth and sleek. She was wearing the cut-off jeans again. Her pretty feet were bare, too, and her toenails shined bright red, matching the color of her fingernails and lipstick. His ego smiled. Could a being without form or substance smile? That’s what it felt like to David. The smile widened, and a sensation of love, not arousal, washed over him as she pushed her long, dark hair back behind one ear, a sensuous ear, pink and almost translucent with intricate curls and shapes. Her dark eyes focused on the monitor, and he gazed intently, trying to see what she was doing on the computer, but the flickering, unfocused light didn’t allow a close inspection.

He’d created the journey. Could he end it? He concentrated as before, but nothing changed except for his mother when she pushed the computer chair back and rose to her feet. Starting a journey wouldn’t be that helpful unless he could end it just as easily. What had he done differently to start the trip? Extreme mental effort didn’t do the trick. He wished he could end the episode as easily as he’d started it, and suddenly the light began to fade. Was wishing the answer? He wasn’t sure. He’d need to experiment some more.

When he opened his eyes, Darla was sitting beside him on the grass.

“You were off on one of your trips, weren’t you?” she said, her dark eyes twinkling with mirth. She held his hand in one of hers.

“Yes.” He’d given his sister an abbreviated version of his journeys, enough to quell her curiosity. David had told Darla and others he was adept at remote viewing. Shortly after the first trip, he’d researched his ability on the Internet and discovered a psi phenomenon referred to as remote viewing, which was actually a special form of clairvoyance. Instead of cards, pictures, or numbers, individuals with remote viewing capabilities could describe buildings and landscapes - objects or places they’d never seen. Darla certainly didn’t know he observed his mother when his thoughts took flight, and he decided he wouldn’t tell even his mother about Darla suddenly appearing as a subject in his visions, let alone tell his sister. His mother might be able to handle the loss of her privacy, but Darla would throw a fit.

“Where did you go?”

“I’m not sure, but it was beautiful - breathtaking actually.”

“Cool.”

David was happy she didn’t ask him to describe the scene. Describing his mother’s erotic, nearly translucent ears or bright red toenails might freak out his sister. He and Darla frequently argued, but he loved her. She was his sister, and he’d walk over hot coals to help her with any problem she had. Glancing at his wristwatch, he said, “We’d better get moving.” After standing, he reached and helped his sister to her feet. “Good luck with the trials this afternoon, though you don’t need luck. You’re a shoe-in, sis.”

She grinned, her dark eyes twinkling. “Thanks.”

She turned and hurried away. He watched her and smiled. Nice butt - like Mom’s, he thought.

---

“I believe I gained some control over my trips like you suggested, Mom.” David said as he came in the door from school. “I initiated a journey today and watched you working on your computer. You were wearing a halter-top and the cut-off jeans.” And I enjoyed your long, sleek legs, your sexy ears, and adorable painted toes.

“When?” she asked, not to verify the trip so much as to give her time to slow down her racing heart. When he’d mentioned he’d initiated a trip, she’d immediately wondered if he’d taken it while she’d been naked on his bed rubbing her backside over his crusted semen while touching herself, and although she’d wished at the time he was watching her, she didn’t really want him to know she’d acted so shamelessly.

“During my lunch hour. I had trouble stopping the episode at first. I think control of the events has something to do with wishing. Strange, huh?”

“Wishing?”

“Yeah. Extreme mental effort has no effect, but when I wished I could start a trip, one started, and the same thing happened when I ended the journey. I haven’t tried to start and stop another one yet, so my conclusion could be flawed.” David debated whether to inform her he’d had an unbidden episode as well, one that featured his sister rather than the pretty woman sitting across the kitchen table from him. No, he’d keep that episode to himself. He didn’t want to deal with the privacy issue with his sister.

“Try again right now, David.” She could see her request shocked him a little. “I’m worried about you, Son. If you don’t gain some control, you’ll soon be unconscious more than conscious. What you really need to learn is how to stop an unbidden trip when it starts. That way, you won’t be slumping unconscious at inappropriate times. So, if you can, start a trip right now and stop it before it progresses to the point your ego leaves your body and makes your body unconscious.”

Nodding, he closed his eyes and wished he could take flight to visit his mother. Nothing. He opened his eyes and shook his head.

“Maybe I can’t be so available, like sitting in the same room with you. I’ll go to another room, and you can try again,” she suggested, and without waiting for agreement, she stood and left the room, finally locking herself in the guest bath. Gazing at herself in the oval mirror, she quelled an urge to be a little naughty. She wanted to tweak her nipples, give the boy a little thrill if the experiment worked. Gazing down at her breasts, she realized she didn’t need to touch them to make them hard. Just the thought of her son’s eyes on her had been as effective as if her own fingers had pinched them. She grimaced, feeling flushed as her blood heated. Her son needed to gain control, but so did she. Since she discovered he’d watched her play with herself, she’d been in a high state of arousal most of the time.

In the kitchen, David laid his head on his arms resting on the table, concentrated, and wished he could see his mother. A pinpoint of light appeared and started to spread, so he wished for the light to disappear, which unfortunately had no effect on the normal progress of a journey. Soon the light and his ego hovered over his mother in the hall bath. Gazing at her beautiful image in the mirror, he wished the colors were brighter, not washed out, and suddenly the colors shined bright as if his mother and the room had stepped from a deep shadow into full sunlight. But the colors continued to brighten, finally becoming too bright, so he wished they’d dampen, and he watched the light fade again, quickly moving beyond washed out to complete black, which frightened him. Would his future journeys take place in a black void where he could see nothing? He wished for more color, and light filled the bathroom, becoming brighter and brighter to the point, if he’d had eyes, the brightness would have blinded him. He groaned and wished for the light to dim again. In a split-second, the light faded until no light existed at all.

Now instead of washed-out color, it appeared he could experience only the complete absence of light or so much light he could see nothing but the light. But he sensed the light moved through a range of brightness in the split-second it changed. It wasn’t an on/off switch. He needed a method to control the degree of brightness, something like a volume knob on a stereo. Curiously, a mental knob appeared, but with no hands, David didn’t know how to manipulate the knob. He reasoned, however, if his ego had offered a mental knob, perhaps it would also offer a mental hand with fingers and an opposing thumb so he could adjust the color. Without a hand coming into view, David turned the mental knob and slowly watched the light adjust with each click of the knob. When the scene before him appeared as close to perfect color-wise as he could make it, he wished his ego would remember this setting so he wouldn’t need to fiddle with it on a subsequent journey.

The teenager took a few moments to view his mother. With better color and focus, he could see something in her eyes he hadn’t noticed before. He couldn’t label the expression, but he vowed to watch for it again on a future trip when he had more time. Wishing for the trip to end, the light started to fade. When he opened his eyes, he was alone. He stood and walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Well, did the experiment work?” his mother asked when she opened the door.

He shook his head, but then related how he’d started and stopped the trip and how he’d been able to adjust the color.

“Amazing, David! You’re truly gaining more and more control. I’m confident you’ll soon lick the problem of unwanted, inconvenient journeys.” She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, a mother’s hug, loving and full of warmth. Then she felt his cock lengthen against her. Gasping silently, she stepped back and studied his face. He was blushing again.

Observing his mother’s condemning expression, he said, “Sorry, Mom. I couldn’t stop it. I tried. I really tried, but...”

“Not to worry, Son. I understand.” Good gracious, did she ever understand? She wanted to take him into her arms again, but this time as a woman, not a mother. She shook the desire away, and they walked together back to the kitchen table.

David was mortified. His mother had hugged him no differently than she’d hugged him a million times before, but this time as her arms went around him, an image of her lying on her bed naked and touching herself intruded, and then another, and another, flashing one after another like a slide show.

‘Get a grip,’ he told himself. ‘She’s your mother, not a potential girlfriend.’ He wanted to slap his erect cock, slap it silly until it returned to its flaccid state.

Carol rose and pulled a couple of soft drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to her son. They both needed to cool off, and a cold drink would help. She settled back onto a chair across the table from him.

“I was afraid something like this would happen,” she said. “You’ve been reliving what you saw last night over and over again today. Correct?”

David nodded and decided being as honest as possible would be the best approach to the problem. Perhaps his mother could help him stop the unbidden images dashing in and out of his mind. “Yes, I spent most of the day with an erection, which is as embarrassing as slumping over unconscious, maybe more so. I noticed a few girls snickering behind their hands with their eyes fixed on the bulge in my pants. Between classes, I had to carry my books over the lump to hide it. I tried to think about other things, but no matter how hard I tried, images of you naked on your bed entered my mind.”

Did he really try to stop the images? Not likely, Carol thought. Oh, he probably tried to stop them from time to time, but if I know teenaged boys, he didn’t try that hard. And I’m just as bad as he is. I’m not trying very hard to control my desire to be watched, either. She grimaced and shook her head, and then regretted her expression. She could see the boy believed she was upset at him, not at herself.

“You misunderstood, Son. I’m not upset at you. What’s happening to you is fairly normal.”

“I disagree. It’s not normal for a teenager to be excited sexually about his mother.”

“Sure it is. My brother went to great lengths to peek at his mother or me, and I never considered him abnormal. Neither did Mother.”

In fact, Carol remembered a number of situations she’d purposefully conceived and executed that allowed her brother to see her uncovered breasts or the gusset of her panties without him aware of her purpose, and a couple of times she’d actually presented her nubile body completely naked to his bugged-out eyes. She laughed silently. Should she tell her son about these incidents to alleviate his guilt? No, she told herself, don’t broaden this discussion to include additional titillating situations. He’s having enough problems with the real images of me being naughty without giving his fertile imagination new raw material to deal with.

“Really?” He grinned. “Did Uncle Jim succeed?”

Like her son couldn’t stop his hard-on when she hugged him, she couldn’t stop the blush that spread across her face and upper chest. “Yes. I even helped him succeed a few times.”

“That’s surprising. What about Grandmother? Did she cooperate, too?” Not so surprising, David thought. Darla, he was sure, had let him see her half naked a few times. Although, he couldn’t remember his mother ever doing the same.

Carol shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said, which was a lie. She’d noticed a few incidents when her mother had been as accommodating as she’d been, perhaps not so blatant in her approach, but then her mother had more experience teasing the male of the species at that time. She glanced at her son’s crotch. He was hard, and a wet spot had appeared at the apex of the bulge in his trousers. “You’re just like Jim. He spent most of his teenaged years with an erection. Have you been able to relieve yourself today?”

He blushed again. “Yes, this morning in the shower, but...”

A smile cracked her face, and a wicked thought entered her mind. “But you’re hurting now, aren’t you?”

He groaned and nodded.

“Go on. Go to your room and give yourself some relief.” I’d do the same, but he’d peek. He’d take a trip and watch me. No, not until he’s finished. When his ego leaves his body, it doesn’t feel anything. He’ll give himself a come before he takes a trip. I’ll have time to give myself some relief, too, relief I need as badly as he.

“But...”

“Go on. Darla will be home soon.” And I need to come before she arrives.

He rose to his feet and looked down at his tented pants. Carol looked, too.

“Impressive,” she commented and smiled. “Go on.” God, I’d love to watch him. I enjoy watching as much as I like to be watched. She remembered a few instances when she surreptitiously watched her brother fist his cock. Just before her son exited the room, she said, “Lock your door. I might be tempted to watch you.”

His head swiveled, and he gazed at her with a shocked expression. “Mother!”

“Well, you watched me. Turnabout would only be fair. Correct?” When he stammered, she added. “Go on. I won’t watch. I’m just teasing.” She smiled again. “Enjoy.”

When she heard the door to his room click shut, she reached inside her cut-offs. Her panties were soaked, and she realized part of her son’s arousal was probably caused by her pheromones wafting in the air. She pushed the gusset of her panties to the side, and not more than five minutes later, she groaned as an orgasm rippled through her body. She slumped in the chair with a small smile on her face, wondering if David had watched her, hoping he hadn’t seen how sluttish she’d just acted. A dichotomy. While she’d been touching herself, she’d hoped beyond hope he’d been hovering above her. She’d even talked nasty to an imaginary David without form or substance floating somewhere in the room. Now she felt guilty, mostly because she’d used incestuous fantasies to increase her arousal.

Shrugging, she rose to her feet and washed her hands at the kitchen sink. Her hands smelled fresh and clean now, but not her pussy. She knew she still reeked of sex. She’d need to do more than wash her hands to eliminate the evidence of her recent arousal. Turning, she strode purposefully toward her bedroom.

Inside his room, David lay in lethargic harmony, enjoying the relief of his recent climax. He appreciated how his mother was handling everything, and shuddered to think how someone like Tim Darlington’s mother would have acted in the same situation. She’d been the parent to call an ambulance during his second journey.

He owed it to his mother to try to learn more control. Feeling confident he could start and stop an episode, he still needed to learn how to stop an unbidden journey before his body became unconscious. He closed his eyes and wished to see his mother. Seconds later, he hovered over her as she entered her bathroom. Completely forgetting the purpose of his trip, he watched as she dropped the cut-offs and the panties she wore to the floor. She ran water in the sink, checked the temperature with her fingers, and finally held a washcloth under the water. She soaped the cloth and then raised one foot up to the counter, presenting the sexiest view David had ever seen. If his ego carried the ability to voice sounds during a trip, his mother would have heard his heartfelt groan of pleasure.

After briskly rubbing the soapy cloth over her vulva, she rinsed the washcloth, and washed away any soap on, in, and around her pussy. She rinsed the cloth again, and rubbed it over her cunt as briskly as she’d applied soap to the cloth. Looking up, she winked! Jeez! Could she see him? No, she’d never seen him before. She used a towel to dry her pussy and upper inner thighs.

Glancing up again, she removed her blouse and bra. After picking up her dirty clothes, she tossed them in her hamper and stood naked in her walk-in closet. She doesn’t mind if I see her naked, David’s ego thought. She’s wondering if I’m watching her, and the lewd, sexy view she’d offered of her pussy earlier could have been presented in a more ladylike fashion.

She pulled a sundress from her closet and pulled it over her head. Grinning, she started to leave the room, and David quickly backed away from his trip.

When his eyes opened, his cock moved from flaccid to completely hard in a second. His hand barely touched it, and it exploded yet again. He was still squirting semen onto his belly when a knock sounded.

“David, when you’re finished, come to the kitchen and help me prepare dinner,” she said through the door.

“Okay,” he replied, his voice cracking.

He had one question he wanted answered. Had she pulled on a clean pair of panties before she left her bedroom, or was her sweet-smelling pussy bare under the sundress she now wore?

Chapter 2

Furious, Darla slammed the door to her room.

“Dirty old man!” she muttered under her breath.

The gymnastic coach had become too familiar when he helped her onto the high bar, and it wasn’t the first time he’d touched her inappropriately. With one hand on her butt and the other on her upper thigh, he’d lifted her so she could reach the bar to begin her routine, but the hand on her thigh had moved around and cupped her mound while the other hand moved into the crack of her ass.

While still in the air, she’d pushed at his hands, and he’d released her. Off balance, she’d fallen to the mat onto her back, which knocked the wind out of her. The coach reached and lifted her from the small of her back, a useful method to help her regain her breath, but she’d been so angry she’d rolled from his grasp and gasped for air without his help.

“Don’t ever touch me like that again!” she’d whispered menacingly when she could speak again.

“Like what? I was merely trying to help you get your breath back.”

“Not then. Before, when you - you know when, when you were lifting me to the bar. If you touch me like that again, I’ll register a complaint with the assistant principal.”

His eyes glinted with sudden anger, but he calmly remarked, “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. Are you planning to do your routine, or not?”

Darla rose to her feet, and when he lifted her to the bar he appropriately used her waist for leverage, but she was so upset by the incident, she’d made one mistake after the other. When she skidded off the mat at her dismount, she noticed an evil smile on his face.

Tears stung her eyes as she paced her room. “Fuck!” she exclaimed a little too loudly while kicking off her shoes.

A knock sounded at her door.

“What?” she screeched.

“It’s David. May I come in?”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds like you have a problem,” he said when he opened the door.

“Yeah. I don’t think I’ll make the gymnastic team.” Which was all right with her if she had to put up with the coach’s filthy hands all over her every school day.

Her brother’s expression showed doubt. “Why not? You’re the best of the gymnasts at the school.”

Darla grimaced. “Not today. I was lousy today, and coach has been looking for an excuse to cut me.”

“Darla, that makes no sense. Why wouldn’t he want you on the team?”

Because I won’t let him feel me up all the time, bro, but I won’t tell you the reason. You’d just get on your high horse and do something both of us would regret.

“Let’s just say he has his reasons,” she said curtly.

“If you won’t discuss the problem with me, try Mom. I’ve found her to be very understanding lately.”

Hmm, not his usual retort. He’s actually trying to be helpful instead of confrontational. It’s probably a temporary thing, a lapse in concentration. “We’ll see. Leave me alone, please. I want to change clothes.” And I need another shower. I still feel dirty.

Back in his room, David stretched out on his bed. He’d never seen his sister completely naked, and he wondered if he could connect with her again, but this time purposefully. He closed his eyes and wished he could see his sister. A bright light appeared and engulfed him, and soon he hovered over the girl and watched as she peeled off her clothes down to her bra and panties.

She glanced into the bathroom they shared. A door to the bathroom opened directly from each of their bedrooms. No door existed from the hall. Seeing the room empty, she stepped inside and locked the door to his bedroom. Before stripping completely, she turned on the shower and adjusted the water’s temperature. He’d need to readjust it for his next shower. She liked the water hotter than he could stand it. Satisfied, she removed her bra and panties and stepped under the shower.

Sexy, his ego thought, very sexy. Darla was short, about five three, but her developing body looked perfectly formed. David had always thought of her as cute, but now he abridged his definition to beautiful. She had the roundest, tightest little butt he’d ever seen. Whom was he kidding? He’d only seen one other butt - his mother’s. Regardless, he adored the shape and look of his sister’s backside.

His mother’s shape was womanly, whereas Darla’s was girlish, with narrow hips, a tiny waist, and perky little breasts. The most pronounced visible difference between mother and daughter was the size and shape of their nipples. His mother’s were much larger, about a half-inch wide and half that much again long, and their size and shape weren’t symmetrical. Darla’s little nipples looked like small raisins, except they were perfectly symmetrical and round like new pencil erasers, and her areolas were half the size of her mother’s and more pink than brown. Her nipples stiffened and lengthened, though, when she washed them, briskly scrubbing over them with a soapy washcloth. He watched as she scrubbed her vulva not unlike his mother had scrubbed hers an hour before, except Darla didn’t appear lewd in the process, not that lewdness bothered David overmuch. Sexual vulgarity could be arousing, he’d discovered.

Darla stepped from the shower and dried herself with a red towel, somehow still appearing ladylike in the process. Inside her room, she selected a fresh pair of white cotton panties from a drawer and slowly pulled them up over her shapely legs, finally encasing her marvelous butt with the soft, tight fabric. David decided he preferred watching her get dressed than observing her taking off her clothes. After she finished dressing, she walked back into the bathroom, and David willed the session to end. Seconds after his eyes opened, he had another hard-on. He groaned with frustration. Living with two sexy females and having the ability to observe them without their knowledge would keep him perpetually hard.

---

“Did you speak with Mother about your problem with the gymnastic coach?” David asked. With their homework done, the siblings had bumped into each other in the kitchen looking for a late snack.

Darla shook her head, causing her long, dark hair to wave as she bent to look in the refrigerator. David admired her backside once again. At eye level, it was presented at a different angle than the view she’d offered during his vision, and he wondered if he could move his viewpoint around when he took a trip.

She pushed her hair back from her face and pulled out a couple of cheese slices and the bottle of milk. David already had a sandwich and glass of milk in front of him on the kitchen table.

“Why not? You deserve a place on the team, sis, and I know gymnastics is important to you.”

“Not that important. If I don’t make the team, I’ll do something else. Ellen thinks I should try soccer. She’s involved with a soccer league not tied to the school. I talked with her about it just before I sat next to you on the grass today at lunch.” She poured milk in a glass and returned the milk bottle to the refrigerator. “I enjoyed soccer when I was younger, and I was pretty good at it,” she added as she sat across from her brother.

“All things being equal, would you rather be involved with gymnastics or soccer?”

She shrugged. “If I’m not wanted on the gymnastic team, the subject is moot. I’ll know tomorrow if I’ve been cut. If I haven’t, I’ll stay with gymnastics. Otherwise, I’ll try soccer again.” She peeled the plastic off a cheese slice, tore the cheese in half, and popped it into her mouth.

Her pink tongue and full lips captured David’s attention as she ate, which he thought was a bit strange. Perhaps because he’d seen her naked a few hours ago, he could now note little things about her he liked. She looked vibrant, and as she moved, her long muscles tensed deliciously. Her dark eyes shined, reminding him of a panther. She was sleek and strong, too, like the jungle cat, and just as graceful.

“I wish you’d tell me the problem you’re having with the coach. Maybe I could help.”

“Hah! You’re so freaking macho you’d just go ballistic and create a huge mess, and in the end, nothing would be solved.” That should piss him off.

“Ballistic?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes and expression mocked him, but he didn’t look angry. She’d expected anger, but he merely looked curious. Why?

“I rarely go ballistic, Darla.” Normally, by now he’d have picked a fight with her. She certainly hadn’t tiptoed around his feelings. Did seeing someone naked make the observer more tolerant of that person?

Maybe I can talk with him about the problem, she thought. “If you promise to remain calm and not go off half-cocked, I’ll tell you. I’d really like to talk with someone about the problem.”

“I promise.”

Here goes nothing. “Coach can’t keep his hands off me. Oh, he’s careful. He never touches me inappropriately when someone else can see him, and the touching can almost be explained as an accident, but he’s groping me on purpose. The whole situation makes me so angry, I want to scream sometimes.”

Anger glinted in David’s eyes, and she watched his hands clench. Had she fucked up telling him? Would he explode? Or would he keep his promise? Surprised, Darla watched him purposefully stifle his anger, and his clenched hands relaxed. When he relaxed, she relaxed. He’s cute when he’s angry, though, she thought.

“If he’s groping you, he’s touched other girls inappropriately, too. Have you asked the other girls in gymnastics if they’ve been fondled?”

What the hell is going on? My explosive brother is being reasonable. Shrugging inwardly, she replied, “Fondled isn’t the right word, bro. Felt up is more like it, but to answer your question, no, I haven’t asked around. If he’s feeling up other girls, none of them has mentioned it to me, so I have no intention of asking around. I know I won’t tolerate his hands all over me, but I wouldn’t put it past a few of the other girls to encourage the slime bag.” She shuddered with distaste. “Today, I told him if he ever touched me inappropriately again, I’d tell the school authorities about him. That’s why I think he’ll cut me from the squad. Also, I was so upset by the incident I screwed up my routines big time, and I refuse to discuss the problem with Mother, bro. At the very least, she’d feel compelled to march down to the school and demand they fire the dirty old man.”

“Maybe that’s exactly what should happen,” David remarked.

“Probably, but I don’t want the notoriety that would surely be heaped upon me if I blew the whistle on him.”

David nodded. “I see what you mean.” He gulped milk.

“If he doesn’t cut me from the team, I’ll handle him.” She chuckled. “You have a milk mustache, bro.” Cute, my cute brother is a hunk, she thought as she watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. No wonder Ellen is interested in him. He’s different tonight. I wonder why? I pushed a bunch of his buttons, but he didn’t fly off the handle.

After he set his plate in the sink, he told her goodnight. She hoped his new attitude became permanent. As he walked from the room, she wondered if he was still a virgin like her, and decided if it were David feeling her up, she wouldn’t be upset. She let her imagination run wild for a few seconds, and shook her head. You’re not very nice, she told herself and grinned.

---

His mother had just retired for the night. Would she masturbate again? He had to know, and soon hovered above her. Still dressed, she was lying on the bed reading what looked like some work-related brochures. Then he remembered wondering about viewpoint, and with a wish, the hovering invisible light swooped down until he could see up her dress, finally satisfying his need to know whether she’d pulled on fresh panties after her lewd and arousing display when she’d scrubbed her pussy.

No panties!

In the shadow under the dress, he could see tendrils of pubic hair and hints of puffy lips. She raised one knee as she turned a page on a brochure, and the view improved considerably. Moving the viewpoint even closer, he settled directly in front of her exposed cunt, only a couple of feet away.

Suddenly, he wanted a similar view of his sister’s vulva. He wanted to compare the two, and with a wish, his viewpoint abruptly changed, and he hovered near the ceiling in Darla’s bedroom. Like her mother, she was still dressed and was lying on her bed reading one of her trashy romance novels. As David watched, one of her hands idly wandered to a breast, and she squeezed the nipple between her forefinger and thumb. She must be reading a sexy scene in the book, David thought.

Darla couldn’t stop thinking how cute her brother looked with the milk mustache earlier. The scene she’d just read in the book paled in comparison to the scene she’d created in her imagination. In her fantasy, the milk on her brother’s upper lip was actually sex juice from her pussy. She’d had fantasies about her brother for years, ever since she’d entered puberty. Every time her imagination created intricate incestuous scenarios, she felt guilty, but that didn’t stop them from frequently entering her mind. She rationalized the scenes she created and directed in her mind as fantasies she’d never act upon, but over the years, David had become her favorite fantasy lover.

Switching abruptly from Darla’s bedroom to his mother’s, David groaned. During his absence to watch his sister, his mother had pulled her dress up and now had her fingers at her pussy. She’d also pushed the spaghetti straps of her sundress down off her shoulders and exposed her lovely breasts. Her fingers from the hand not fondling her pussy were pulling a nipple out away from her body, elongating her breast. Her lips moved, and David wished he could hear what she was muttering, but the scene remained silent.

Although she rarely masturbated more than once a day, Carol couldn’t resist a third rendezvous with her fingers that night. She couldn’t stop thinking about David watching her. She’d debated about getting up and getting ready for bed, but the possibility that she was being watched made her so hot she’d merely jerked the sundress above her waist and pulled her tits out of the bodice. “Are you watching, David?” Carol whispered. “Can you see your horny mother playing with herself again?”

The switch from Darla’s room appeared to be almost simultaneous, so David moved back to his sister’s room. She was standing and removing her clothes. He adjusted his viewpoint to a couple of feet directly in front of her and watched as she pushed her panties down off her hips. She’d shaved almost all the hair off her pussy, maintaining only a small patch on her mound. Her labia were completely hairless, another difference between mother and daughter. When Darla bent to push the panties completely off, he hurried behind her to see her wonderful ass again. The sight excited him beyond belief. He could see her puffy little cunt lips between her slim thighs, and as she bent deeper, the cheeks of her ass spread slightly, and her little brown pucker came into view.

Switching again, he watched his mother slide her middle finger deep inside her pussy and at the same time rub a forefinger from her other hand over her clitoris. He zoomed in for a close-up until all he could see was his mother’s cunt and fingers. Her hips jumped rhythmically as she finger-fucked her cunt and lashed her clit. He wished he could smell her, but no sexy fragrances assailed him. It appeared he was stuck only with sight during his trips. He also wished he could stick out his tongue and taste her, but the sense of taste eluded him, too.

What was his sister doing now?

She was lying naked on her bed, fondling her breasts. David couldn’t believe his good fortune. Like his mother, his beautiful sister planned to pleasure herself. Her perky breasts were flattened slightly by her prone position, but they still poked up alluringly. Her nipples were hard, and he wanted desperately to take them in his mouth and suck them even harder.

Suddenly, a strange look entered his sister’s face, and she glanced down at her breasts, removing her hands from them at the same time. They appeared to be moving by themselves.

What the hell? David thought. Rolling an imaginary tongue over his sister’s nipples, he could feel their rough texture, feel them throb against his invisible tongue, and feel them lengthen and harden just a little.

Glancing up at his sister, he noted a frightened look in her eyes, so he backed away. Besides, it was time to visit his mother again, and soon his position over his mother allowed him to take her nipple into his imaginary mouth. She, too, looked amazed, and David wisely pulled away, back up near the ceiling. She’d be able to figure out he’d rolled an imaginary tongue over her breasts if he continued; maybe he’d gone too far already. He watched her lips move, and again he wished he could hear as well as see, and abruptly a cacophony of sounds assaulted him. It was as if the volume knob on a stereo were turned up all the way. Even without ears, David could feel the pain, so he wished the session to end.

Back on his bed, his eyes flashed open. He didn’t become immediately erect as he expected, probably because of the astounding discoveries he’d just made. He could now touch during his trips, and he’d initiated sound, too, but the sound was unbearably loud and strident. Would the noise assail him again if he revisited his mother? With only one way to find out, he soon hovered near the ceiling in the master bedroom, and the raucous noise assaulted him as before. Strangely, he didn’t notice his mother’s lips moving. He remained in the room for a few more seconds, but the noise became unbearable, so he switched to his sister’s bedroom. The jarring sounds were worse in her room. Her mouth was open and her body stiff. He assumed she was moaning in orgasm.

Backing away, his eyes flashed open again. Once fully conscious, he rolled his feet to the floor and paced. Wishing for sound had created a serious problem. The discordant noise ruined his journeys. What could he do to correct the predicament? Then he remembered the volume knob that allowed him to adjust the color of the scenes he visited. If a volume knob worked for color, surely it would do the same with sound. He returned to the bed and shortly entered the noisy air in the master bedroom. Wishing for a volume knob produced one, and reaching with an imaginary hand, he turned the noise down. The level of the sounds became bearable, but they made no sense, much like the noise of a heavy metal band gone mad. Moving the knob up and down a little, he tried to recognize the sounds, and finally he realized the racket was composed of many sounds, not one.

The entity he became during his flights of consciousness didn’t have ears, but somehow it had granted his wish for sound. It just didn’t know how to present the sounds so they made sense. He twisted the knob until no sound existed at all, much like he’d done to remove all light from the scene when he adjusted for color. At least he could remove the irritating noise from future visits, but David wanted sound. He wanted to be able to see, touch, and hear during his visits. Taste and smell, too, but he’d deal with them later. He reasoned that if the noise he heard was composed of many different sounds, perhaps he could create a knob for each sound and adjust each separately. It was worth a try, so he made the wish, and hundreds of knobs appeared. Turning one knob up a little, a strange rushing sound started, and as he increased the level, the sound reminded him of water flowing rapidly through a pipe. He turned that knob off and reached for the next one. A rhythmic thumping sound bounced off his non-existent eardrums. Suddenly, he recognized the sound. It was his mother’s heart beating, and the rushing sound produced by the previous knob was probably her blood flowing through her arteries or veins.

He spent a long time with the many knobs. When he was finished, his mother was sound asleep. Once again, he’d missed observing her orgasm. He could hear her deep breathing as if he were actually standing in the room. Outside, he heard the hoot of an owl, and a few seconds later, a dog barked off in the distance. The air conditioning no longer roared, but he could hear it when it kicked on. He was pleased with the adjustments.

A quick dash to see his sister found her sound asleep, too, but the saved sound settings also worked while he was in Darla’s room, which pleased him. The number and variety of sounds constantly moving through the air amazed him, so he’d labeled all the knobs as he’d adjusted them. If he wanted to adjust a sound in the future, he wouldn’t need to test all the knobs through trial and error to find the one he needed. To test his approach, he wished for the heartbeat knob, and it appeared. He turned it up, and the soft, slow beat of his sister’s heart filled his non-existent ears.

He smiled with no lips, and then gave her a soft kiss with the same imaginary lips. She moaned and rolled over onto her back, and he couldn’t resist a tiny nibble at her earlobe, but it must have been more than a nibble. His sister squealed, and her hand went to her ear as her eyes snapped open. David immediately moved to a viewpoint close to the ceiling. Grumbling, his sister rolled over and went back to sleep.

Obviously, touching needed adjusting like color and sound, and he decided he’d revisit color too, requesting more than one knob. He’d need one for each primary color, one for white, and another for black. Also, one for brightness. Focus, too, he added.

Glancing at the clock on his sister’s nightstand, he noted it was one in the morning. He wished for the session to end, and his eyes opened to a darkened room. Still dressed, he rolled his feet to the floor and removed his clothes. Tomorrow, he decided, he’d perfect color and touch and explore taste and smell. He also wondered if he could connect with others besides his mother and sister.

Yawning, he crawled under the sheets and went to sleep within seconds.

---

If he watched me again last night, he’s playing dumb, Carol thought when she turned back to the kitchen after David left for school. She also wanted to ask him about the strange moment when she felt a massive pull on one of her nipples. It felt as if a vacuum cleaner was sucking it up, but at the same time, a tongue-like apparition lashed it. Had her son learned how to touch as well as see during his trips? She decided to have a talk with the boy when he returned home from school.

She went to her home office, made her morning telephone sales calls, and organized the trade show she planned to attend the following week in Albuquerque. She specialized in Southwestern products like Indian pottery and jewelry, Kachina dolls, and decorative chile ristras. Gift shops across the Southwest purchased her products, and the two Albuquerque trade shows produced about a tenth of her sales each year.

With those tasks done, she called her friendly competitor, Henry Jenson.

“Jenson Sales,” Hank announced when he answered the phone. Unlike Carol, Hank didn’t work out of his home, but like her, he had no employees. He answered his own phone, and because his office was in an executive office suite, a secretary answered his phone when he wasn’t in. Carol had considered a similar office arrangement but decided she preferred working out of her home. With the kids in school most of the year, she had the place to herself. Besides, she enjoyed her one-minute commute.

“Hank, it’s Carol.”

“Are your ears burning? I was just thinking about you.”

“Great minds, etcetera. I just made hotel arrangements for next week. I’m staying at the Hyatt Regency.”

“Then that’s where I’ll stay, too, if they still have rooms. I’m really looking forward to seeing you again, Carol.”

“I feel the same way. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll assume you’ll be at the Hyatt.”

“What day do you arrive in Albuquerque?”

“Wednesday.”

“Let’s have dinner together that evening.”

Yes! “Sounds great. Gotta run. Call me at the hotel after six in the evening on Wednesday to give me the particulars.”

“Will do.”

“Goodbye, Hank, and thanks for the invitation to dinner. I’m looking forward to it.” That and the festivities afterwards. I need some male company soon, or I’m liable to jump my son’s bones - definitely a no, no.

Could David visit her at such a distance? She doubted if his powers were that strong, but then her son had a habit of surprising her. He’s gaining control. Perhaps by then, he can stop an unbidden trip. If so, I’ll forbid any journeys while I’m gone. If he disobeys, I’ll ground him until he’s twenty-one.

---

After eating lunch, David leaned against the same tree he’d used the day before, relaxed, and made a few wishes. First, he visited his mother. She appeared hard at work. She also looked happier than she’d looked at breakfast. That morning, he could see she’d wanted to quiz him after Darla left for school, but he’d made an excuse and left the house. He suspected she’d corner him as soon as he stepped in the door this afternoon. The phone rang, and David listened to a one-sided conversation while his mother took an order for some Kachina dolls for a shop on 5th Avenue in Scottsdale, Arizona. They lived in Tempe, another Phoenix suburb. David adjusted the sound of her voice a little - it was too breathy - an adjustment he couldn’t make last night while she slept, and out of curiosity, he wished for a knob to adjust the voice on the telephone. After turning up the sound, he could hear both sides of the conversation. Interesting, his so-called hearing was more powerful during a trip than it was otherwise. He saved the setting for his mother’s voice, but not the voice on the telephone. He’d want the trips to sound normal, but it was nice to know he could listen to both sides of any telephone conversation he stumbled into, especially Darla’s conversations.

He switched subjects, and Darla appeared. She was sitting with Ellen while eating a sandwich. He’d always liked Ellen. She was a year older than Darla, his age actually, but Darla and Ellen had been best friends since Darla entered high school. Their appearances were very different. Darla was a brunette, Ellen a blonde. Darla was short, Ellen tall. However, both were athletic, so they were slim and strong. He listened.

“Did you tell your brother I’d be interested if he asked me for a date?” Ellen asked.

Darla shook her head. “No, I didn’t have a chance.”

Not true, David thought and wondered why Darla had kept this information to herself.

“Did you get cut from the gymnastics team?”

“I don’t know. I won’t know until I check the bulletin board at the gym.”

“Well, we need a forward on our soccer team. If you’re cut, I’ll introduce you to Coach Thompson.”

“Does he have busy hands?”

Ellen giggled. “No, but he yells a lot.”

While the girls chatted, David wished up some color knobs and busied himself adjusting the colors he could see. With the girls outside in bright sunlight, he wondered what the settings would look like inside, so he labeled the knobs and switched back to his mother. He went back and forth until he declared the color settings perfect and saved them.

Then he wished he could smell, and suddenly he nearly gagged. The sense of smell his consciousness offered was the worst stench he’d ever experienced. When he asked for adjustment knobs for smell, thousands of them appeared, which presented a daunting task, certainly too time-consuming for a lunch break. He wished the sense of smell to go away, and the stench cleared immediately, but suddenly he had another idea. He switched viewpoints to his mother, and wished to have one knob available for the fragrance of his mother’s perfume. Nothing. He pondered what other approaches he could take, and while deep in thought, a knob abruptly appeared. What took his consciousness so long? Then he remembered the thousands of knobs. His consciousness was aware of his mother’s fragrance, and it had investigated the thousands of scents available. David reasoned the selection took time. Still, it was faster than if he’d moved through the thousands of scents using trial and error. He quickly did the same for Darla’s perfume, and then moved around the campus creating odor settings for the various flowers and other objects with scents. If he wished he could smell a specific item, a knob appeared and he adjusted it to his liking. He suspected he’d need to approach the sense of taste the same way, but deferred experimenting with it until later.

Darla rose and informed Ellen she was heading to the gym before her next class to see if she’d been cut from the gymnastic team.

“On nice days, you can usually find David sitting on the grass under a tree in the central quad,” Darla added and winked at her friend.

David backed out of his trip and opened his eyes. He felt he’d accomplished a lot. He’d perfected the color and sound he experienced during the trip and had started the complex process for smell. He still needed to adjust touch, and taste would be a future experiment. Then he remembered he still had not achieved any results on the most important control he needed - stopping a trip before his body became unconscious.

He leaned back and wished to see his mother. The light started, and he immediately wished to stop the trip, and the light disappeared. He opened his eyes, and a pair of outstanding legs stood in front of him. Ellen had arrived. Without looking up, he said, “Nice legs.” They were nice; they seemed to go on forever, finally disappearing under a short skirt.

She chuckled and sat on the grass next to him, careful not to allow her skirt to show too much leg. “Thanks, David.”

He raised his eyes to hers. “Nice eyes, too. You have a lot of nice on you, Ellen.” Nice mouth, a little narrow, but she had a habit of leaving her lips slightly open, which made her look sexy, but her best facial features were her perfectly formed eyebrows, which she highlighted with makeup by lightening her Mediterranean complexion just under each brow.

She blushed.

“How about we get a burger or something and go to the movies this weekend and check out the nice in you?”

She smiled broadly. “Sounds nice.”

Nice teeth, bright white, but there was a tiny gap between her two front teeth, an imperfection that somehow enhanced her beauty, making her striking face even more unique. “Saturday?”

“Still nice.”

“Say six-thirty or seven?”

“Six-thirty is nice.”

“Transportation may be a problem.”

“I have my driver’s license. How about I pick you up?”

He grinned. “Even nicer.”

---

“I have a question for you, Son,” Carol said moments after David entered their home after school.

He’d decided to admit he’d sucked his mother’s nipple into his imaginary mouth and lashed it with an imaginary tongue last night. He needed a lab rat to perfect his sense of touch, and only his mother could help him. But would she? Would she help or berate him for touching her inappropriately? What made up his mind was how understanding she’d been about everything the last few days.

“I know, and yes, that was me.”

She gasped, and outrage glinted in her eyes.

He needed to get to his request for help as soon as possible before a discussion ensued about whether or not he’d been appropriate with his experiment to develop his sense of touch during trips. “Remember, I told you about the knob my consciousness provided to allow me to adjust the brightness and color of the scenes I visited?”

“Yes, but...”

“Hear me out, Mom, please.”

She nodded, but she still appeared displeased.

“Well, when the knob appeared, I wished I had fingers with an opposing thumb so I could turn the knob. Fingers and thumb didn’t appear, but still I could manipulate the knob. I didn’t sense touching the knob, but I could turn it with my mind. Last night, I visited you again...”

“I thought so.”

“And I wished up an imaginary mouth.” He gulped. God, even to his ears his statement sounded inappropriate let alone what he’d actually done to her the previous night.

“Go on,” she said between clenched teeth.

“I’m really sorry, Mom, and if you say so, I’ll never do it again, but... well, I want to perfect my sense of touch during trips like I perfected the brightness and color of the scenes, so I need your help.” His request for help seemed to soften her anger, so he hurried on. “It amazed me that you could feel the imaginary mouth and tongue my consciousness gave me to satisfy my wish.”

“What about you? Could you feel my... my nipple in this imaginary mouth?”

He nodded. Good, I’ve piqued her curiosity.

She shook her head in dismay. “Well, you certainly need to work on touch. Your imaginary mouth was heavy-handed, so to speak, much too powerful.”

“I thought so. I perfected color and brightness today by wishing up a number of knobs, one for each of the primary colors, as well as white, black, brightness, and focus. I think I need to do the same with touch, and I played around with touch during my visit by touching various inanimate objects. I’ve improved the subtleties of touch, but to perfect the sense, I’ll need feedback.”

Good golly Miss Molly, he wants to take a trip and touch me, and then he wants me to tell him what the touch felt like! An idea began to form in the dark recesses of her mind, in the place where she stored her fantasy life. Could she? Should she? The idea could be a solution to her son’s incestuous desires - and hers, especially hers - without actually committing an act of incest. She laughed inwardly. Her son’s ability was getting wilder and weirder. Should she use it? Could he handle what she had in mind? She felt her pussy getting wet, and she realized she was as aroused as she’d ever been without being touched. Touched! That’s what they were talking about. Her son touching her, touching her with imaginary fingers, placing his imaginary mouth on her... on her what? On her lips? On her breasts, like last night? On her...

Dare she even think it? Yes, of course she could think it. The concept dominated her thoughts!

Chapter 3

Before we proceed, I need to ask my son some questions, Carol decided, some very pointed questions.

“You mentioned you believed it wasn’t normal for you to become sexually excited about me. If you remember, I disagreed. I think it’s normal for a teenager to be curious about the opposite sex, and a parent or sibling is the handiest individual around to satisfy that curiosity as long as things don’t go too far. Curiosity is one thing, but what we’re doing is a giant leap from curiosity. And what you’re suggesting takes it a step further. How far do you want to go with this, David?” She hoped her expression looked serious, but not too serious.

He blushed and shrugged. “I don’t know. I do know I’d like to perfect my sense of touch during my trips. I have this strange and unique ability, Mom, and I feel obligated to perfect it as much as I can.”

“Do you think what we’ve done so far is incestuous?”

His blush deepened. “Yeah, but it was incestuous when I looked up Darla’s dress not long ago and saw her panties. I was lying on the floor at the time, and couldn’t resist the view she offered.” And a few other times when I saw her naked breasts. “I believe that instance and our situation fall within the limits you consider normal. It isn’t as though I’m actually touching you. I’m an entity without form or substance during my flights of consciousness.”

“You have enough substance I actually felt a mouth on my breast.”

“Yeah.”

“How do you feel about incest, David?”

“I think it’s wrong.”

“I feel the same way. If I lowered my dress right now and pulled your mouth to my breast, would that be incestuous?”

His eyes widened. “God, yes!”

“What about while I’m lying on my bed half-naked with my breasts out of my dress, and you place an imaginary mouth on my breast?”

“It’s incestuous, but for some reason it’s not the same. If I placed my mouth on your breast right now, I’d feel really guilty, like I’d done something very wrong. Last night, I felt no guilt.”

“I see.” Am I rationalizing like him? Probably, she thought, but I feel the same way. She decided to use guilt as their bellwether. “Okay, I’ll help you, but only on one condition. You must promise to tell me if you feel the least amount of guilt, and I’ll do the same, and we’ll bring this experiment to a screeching halt. And let’s start simple like a touch on my hand and on my cheek; then we’ll proceed to a soft kiss, and we’ll talk again to see if we should take it further. Okay?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“And I need another promise from you. It has to do with my privacy. Will you promise to touch me whenever you’re visiting me?” When he hesitated, she added, “I don’t know if I’ll act any differently if I know you’re watching, but I want and need the option.”

Finally, he nodded. “I understand. Okay, I promise.”

She doubted he’d keep the promise, but most of the time he’d do as she asked, and that was better than nothing. “Good. Let’s get started. We have a half hour before Darla gets home.”

“Maybe not. If she’s been cut from the gymnastic team...”

“What? Why would she be cut?”

Open mouth; insert both feet, he thought. “I don’t know. She mentioned last night being cut was a possibility.”

She pursed her lips. “I’ll speak with her about it later. Okay, I’m going to my room. You go to yours. If I leave my room, it means I’ve heard Darla come home, and your consciousness can return to your body.”

“Mom, go ahead and talk with me while we’re doing this. I can’t hear you, but sometimes I understand, like reading lips, or something.” David wondered if his nose would grow like Pinocchio’s. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t ready yet to inform his mother he could hear during his excursions.

After she entered her room, she locked the door. She’d play sexual games with him, but only when they were physically in separate rooms. Instead of lying on the bed, she stood in the center of her room.

“All right, let’s start if you’re ready,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. She knew he was in the room but was still surprised when she felt a heavy-handed touch on her hand, which caused her to jump. She giggled, definitely nervous. “If that was meant to be a soft touch, it was too forceful by ten. Try again and make it softer.” She rubbed her arm softly with her other hand to demonstrate what he couldn’t hear.

The next touch was softer, but still not soft enough. “Still too strong. Lighten up the touch a little more... yes, like that. Perfect.” Suddenly she felt a soft touch on her cheek. She took her hand to her cheek, expecting to feel his hand, but whatever had touched her couldn’t be touched itself. The hand caressed her cheek and the side of her neck, and she felt herself becoming aroused again. Careful, she admonished herself. This is a scientific experiment, not a make-out party. She enjoyed the caress, though. It was feather-like, soft, and sensuous. “Nice,” she said out loud. Male hands. Her son’s hands were caressing her. She shivered with passion.

David studied his mother’s expression. It was the same look he’d seen when he’d visited her while she was in the guest bath. He’d seen it other times, too, and suddenly he recognized it for what it was. Lust! His soft touches had aroused his mother. Using another imaginary hand, he slid it softly onto the opposite shoulder from the side of her neck he was caressing, and then let his fingers trail down her silky, bare arm. He agreed with his mother. Nice! Very nice!

But it was time to test a firmer touch. He wanted to experience all forms of touching, so he pushed more forcefully against her shoulder.

“Easy,” she said as she nearly fell over. “Not so hard.”

Through trial and error, he soon controlled the touch of his fingers as well as he did when he wasn’t on a trip; that is until he gripped her arm.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed.

He wanted to apologize, but he certainly couldn’t speak during a journey. Or could he? He’d never considered becoming verbal when he was out of his body, but then no senses except sight traveled with him not many days ago. Like taste and the perfection of the sense of smell, he’d leave speaking for another day.

Time to kiss.

Carol felt what she assumed were her son’s imaginary lips. They didn’t feel like lips, though. They applied steady pressure, and his lips didn’t move on hers. She tried to move her lips a little to give him an idea of how his lips should react to hers, but nothing changed. The pressure wasn’t too hard or too soft, just pressure, not like a kiss at all. She’d received better mother/son kisses than the one...

Suddenly it dawned on her that perhaps David didn’t know how to kiss. He’d been on a few group-type dates, no, not dates, more like get-togethers between friends that included both sexes.

She stepped back from the kiss and left her room, finally knocking on his bedroom door. “David, are you back amongst the living?”

“Yeah.”

“Meet me in the kitchen.”

They sat around the kitchen table and talked about his touches, and she tried to explain what it felt like to be touched by his imaginary fingers. Finally, she brought up the kiss and told him it had not felt like a kiss at all.

“David, have you done much kissing?”

He blushed and shook his head. “Only with relatives.”

“Hmm. Okay, in the interest of science, I’m going to give you a kissing lesson. Are you up for it?” Oops, wrong question. He’s probably erect right now. She furtively glanced at his crotch. No, he looked normal.

“Yes! Gee, thanks, Mom. I have a date with Ellen on Saturday, and I was really worried she might want me to kiss her, and I haven’t a clue.”

Carol laughed. “Stand up,” she said as she rose to her feet. “Good. Now put your arms around my waist.” He complied, but held his body well away from hers. A quick glance indicated why. “Don’t worry about an erection. We’ll talk about that during a separate conversation. Pull me up against you. Yes, perfect. Now lean down and kiss me, a soft kiss, just brush your lips against mine.”

She could barely feel his lips on her, but it definitely felt like a kiss. Her lips tingled when he leaned back, and his erection was a problem for her. It increased her arousal, so she tried to ignore it, which wasn’t easy.

“That was good, David. Okay, on with the lesson. There are different kinds of kisses. You’ve felt relative-type kisses. They’re merely expressions of affection, a greeting, if you will.” His damned hard-on was driving her crazy. “Adjust your erection so it doesn’t poke me, David.”

Blushing, he manipulated it until it was flat against his belly and didn’t poke out so much.

“Thanks.” God, I’m dripping, she thought. She wasn’t sure this kissing lesson was such a good idea, but she was committed. “Besides a soft kiss like you just gave me, there’s what I call a romantic. A romantic kiss shows love, a stronger emotion than affection. Then there’s a passionate kiss, which we’ll talk about later. A romantic kiss involves moving your lips around a little, but leave your tongue in your mouth. Reserve involvement of your tongue for a passionate kiss. A romantic kiss is heartfelt and full of emotion, and to achieve a romantic kiss, you need to put your body and soul into it. Also, soft kisses can evolve into romantic ones, and romantic kisses can definitely become passionate. If you have your father’s kissing genes, or mine for that matter, you shouldn’t have any problem with a romantic kiss. Your father was the best kisser I ever knew. Ready?”

“I guess.”

“Kiss me then, you fool.” Which was the wrong thing to say before a romantic kiss. They both cracked up with laughter, which was just as well. The sexual tension had become so heavy it could have been cut with a knife.

The laughter didn’t do anything with her state of arousal, though, except increase it as his erection rubbed and moved against her when his body shook with mirth. Sighing, she gazed up at him. He was so tall and handsome. God, she loved this boy, this young man.

“Let’s try again,” he said.

She nodded, and when he leaned down, she moved into his embrace. He started too forcefully, but with body language, she was able to push him back a little. When her lips moved, his moved, too. She opened her eyes and noticed his were open, gazing at her. Pulling back, she said, “You’re not getting with the kiss, David. You’re being too intellectual about it. This time, close your eyes and feel, just feel. Understand? Don’t let thoughts intrude. Don’t try to remember my instructions. Kissing is natural. If too much effort is used, it ruins the kiss.”

“I think I understand.”

He leaned again, and this time had her moaning into his mouth before he finished. She hadn’t been kissed so thoroughly since his father was killed. The kiss went well beyond romantic, although he’d followed her instructions about keeping his tongue in his mouth. The kiss started tentatively, and he melted into the embrace. When he let the kiss take over his entire being, she did the same. Good gracious, the boy curled her toes!

“Whew! Now that was a kiss!” she exclaimed when it ended. Her breathing had become heavy, and the blood in her veins felt like hot oil. If her pussy was dripping earlier, it had to be running a stream now. It was time for the last example, but should she be the one to demonstrate a passionate kiss? She wanted to kiss him passionately, but...

When a car door slammed outside, the difficult decision became unnecessary. Darla had arrived. Carol glanced at the clock. It had been slightly more than a half hour since the experiment and lesson had begun. My, how time flies when you’re enjoying yourself, she thought.

“Darla’s home, David. I don’t really want her to know about our experiments and lessons.”

He cleared his throat, let his arms fall to his sides, and stepped back. Blushing, he turned and rushed from the room, but not before Carol saw the large wet stain at the front of his pants. Had her son ejaculated during the kiss? No, she decided. She hadn’t felt him jerking or moaning with pleasure. He probably merely emitted copious amounts of pre-cum. She suspected he’d quickly take care of the problem in his room. Chuckling, she guessed five minutes tops would relieve his tension. Hers was another problem. She’d need to wait until she went to bed later.

---

The Stanley family sat around the dinner table and talked with each other while they ate. Carol was amazed at how well David and Darla were getting along the last little while. Was the change permanent? Not likely. She waited for one of them to say something that would set the other one off, but they remained friendly throughout the meal.

When Darla walked in the door from school, she’d announced she’d made it through the last cut for the gymnastic team, and when her mother had questioned her if she’d ever had a doubt, Darla had given her a strange look and said, “Not really.”

Then the dinner conversation turned to a subject Carol wanted to avoid. David asked her if he could take the test for a driver’s license. He’d been sixteen for about four months, but she’d refused to let him drive because of the possibility he could slump over the wheel unconscious.

“I can control the trips now, Mom. I won’t fall asleep at the wheel, and I’ve been through driver’s education at the high school and passed with flying colors. I’m the only sixteen-year-old I know who doesn’t drive. I have a date Saturday night, and...”

“You have a date?” Darla asked.

“Yeah, I asked Ellen to the movies. I can’t drive, though, so she has to do the driving. I felt like a little kid when I told her we had transportation problems.”

Strange, Carol thought. Darla doesn’t look happy about David dating Ellen. What’s going on? Then she questioned how she felt about him going on a date alone with a girl. She’d declared years ago that her children could not go out on alone dates until age sixteen, and David had followed the rule. In fact, he’d never pushed her to change the rule. Darla had not been so obliging. She’d already had a couple of arguments with her daughter about the rule, but she’d remained steadfast. Could she trust David to stay out of trouble? Deep down she knew how much trouble he got into had more to do with his date than it did him. Like most teenaged boys, he’d go as far as Ellen would let him. She made a mental note to question Darla later about Ellen’s level of sexual experience and readiness.

“Okay,” Carol said, “here’s what we’ll do. If you don’t make an unscheduled trip for two weeks, you can take the tests.”

David groaned. “Make it a week.”

“I’ll be out of town at a trade show starting Wednesday next week, returning late Sunday night. That’s a week and a half from now. Besides, I won’t be here to take you to the DMV until I return anyway. Okay?”

David nodded.

After dinner, Carol asked her daughter to help clean up the dinner mess. As they bustled about, Carol said, “David told me you thought you might not make the gymnastic team.”

“David has a big mouth.” And I’ll bust his chops later for squealing, she added silently. I told him about the coach in confidence. That’s the last time I’ll confide in him. Fuck!

“Why were you worried you might be cut?”

“Didn’t David tell you?”

“He said he didn’t know why, but I’d like an explanation.”

“Oh.” How about that? He didn’t squeal, merely let the cat out of the bag. Still, he obviously can’t be trusted, especially around Mother. “My routines were horrible during the trials. I guess coach decided I just had an off day.”

“I see. Will you and David be all right while I’m gone? This weekend, I’ll make up a bunch of meals for the two of you, things like lasagna, cheese enchiladas, those sorts of things you both like that will only need to be warmed to eat. You can make salads, and David can grill some hamburgers or steaks outside. I’ll leave some money for take-out or delivery, too.”

“Mom, we’ll be fine. You’ve left us before.”

“I know, sweetheart, but still I worry.”

Carol poured soap into the automatic dishwasher, closed the door, and turned it on. “You seemed unhappy when David announced his date with Ellen. Are you and Ellen having problems?”

“No. She’s been bugging me for a few weeks to set David up with her, which made me uncomfortable. A matchmaker, I’m not. It looks like she set herself up with him today without my help.”

“Why were you displeased when you found out?”

“I wasn’t really, just surprised because I had not yet played matchmaker.”

The phone rang, and Carol picked it up. She covered the mouthpiece and said, “It’s Ellen for you, Darla.”

“I’ll take it in my room.”

In his room, David had taken a trip and listened to his mother and sister talk while they did the dishes. He switched viewpoints to his sister and wished up the knob that allowed him to hear both sides of a telephone conversation. This could be interesting, he mused.

“I’ve got it, Mom,” Darla said, and David heard the click that indicated his mother had hung up the phone. “Hi, Ellen.”

“Hi. Guess what?”

“You have a date with David.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Cool, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Then Ellen described her meeting with David almost word for word. “He’s such a hunk!”

“He’s also fairly innocent, Ellen. I know it’s not the sister’s place to protect a big brother, but I expect him to return home Saturday night as innocent as he left it.”

“Spoilsport. Besides, you know I don’t mess around on a first date.”

“The fuck you don’t. What about Tommy Mathews?”

“Oh, that was different. We’d been paired up a couple of times during group dates.”

“Yeah, well, try to keep your panties on Saturday night.”

“Jeez, why are you acting so prudish?”

“Because I’m a prude. You know I’m still a virgin, and I think David is, too. I’m just asking you, Ellen, not to rush him. Let things happen; don’t make them happen.”

“God, you’re negative. I thought you’d be happy for me.”

“I’m sorry. I am happy for you. David, too. By the way, I made the gymnastic team.”

“Oh, shucks. I hoped you’d join me in soccer.”

“Maybe next season.” Darla chuckled. “Maybe sooner. If coach grabs my pussy again, I’ll quit the team.”

“Give him a swift kick in the balls, too. He’s such a sleaze.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Have you asked any of the other girls if he’s been diddling them?”

“No, and I won’t, though I’ve been watching closely. I think he’s feeling up Barbara Gaines.”

“Jeez, she’s even younger than you. The man is a pedophile.”

“Well, Barbara doesn’t seem to mind all that much. She might even be encouraging him.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“True. Listen, I have a pile of homework I’d better get after. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. I can hardly wait until Saturday. I’m really excited, Darla. Ooh, I’ve got goose bumps just thinking about David and me all alone in my Daddy’s car.”

“Yeah, well, try to control yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah. Bye.”

Ellen can be such a... cunt, Darla thought after she hung up. She’s too experienced for my brother. David’s a babe in the woods compared to Ellen. He doesn’t have a chance. She’ll have him in her sluttish pussy so fast his head will spin. Fuck!

After reading the same paragraph three times in her history book, She decided she wanted a conversation with her brother and rolled off the bed to locate him. She found him in the living room watching TV.

“No homework tonight, bro?”

“Not much. I’ll get after it a little later. Do you have a few minutes?”

“Yeah, I want to talk with you, too, but you can go first. Where’s Mom, by the way?” She plunked down on the opposite end of the sofa from her brother and pulled her feet up under her.

“Grocery shopping.”

She wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt without a bra, and David could see her little nipples poking at the cotton material. He remembered some other views he’d seen of her recently and felt his dick start to lengthen. He had to have the sexiest little sister in town, maybe the state.

“What do you think about me having a date with Ellen?” he asked, already knowing the answer, but he needed to work up to his real questions.

“Fine,” she said curtly.

“You don’t seem pleased. Why?”

She grimaced. “It’s not so much I’m not pleased, it’s just that... well, Ellen is a friend of mine. She tells me everything, and the last thing I want to hear are things you and Ellen do together.”

“I see, and I think I even understand. If you went out with a friend of mine, and he told me he kissed you and... other things, I wouldn’t like it, either.”

“Good. You do understand.”

“May I confide some things in you, Darla, just between you and me? You have to promise not to tell a soul, especially Ellen.”

“I guess.”

She seemed uncommitted, so he pushed the issue. “Promise.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Thanks. I’m a virgin.”

She laughed, but when she saw his pained expression, she said, “Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you. Heck, I’m a virgin, too, and let me tell you, I’m one of the few left in the sophomore class.”

“Well, that goes double for juniors. Jeez, Darla, Saturday will be my first date. I’ve never even kissed a girl, let alone made out with one.”

Fuck, he’s even more innocent than I thought. He’s going to need some help, Darla decided.

“Well, that isn’t quite true,” he added. “Mom gave me a kissing lesson this afternoon.”

She laughed again.

“I wish you’d quit laughing at me,” he said. “I need some help here, not ridicule.”

“I’m laughing about a kissing lesson from Mother. That had to be painful for you.”

“Not so bad. She’s a good kisser. She said if I had Dad’s kissing genes in me, I’d be a natural. Anyway, she demonstrated a soft kiss and a romantic kiss.”

“Cool.”

“I need a favor, Darla. Damn, this is embarrassing.”

Is he asking what I think he’s asking, Darla wondered? Does he want to practice kissing with me? “Spit it out, bro. I promise not to laugh.”