Chapter 49: Revelation and Relaxation

Time flies, but we still made it back to my house by 10:30. I invited Angela in to meet my parents, but they had already gone to bed. I apologized for dragging her out of her nice warm car.

"That's okay," she answered, "I was kind of hoping Allison would be up, though." She blushed as she continued, "I wanted to talk to her about all this and make sure this was all, you know... I think I just wanted to reassure myself..."

I put a finger to her lips and said, "You don't need to explain, I understand. I'm pretty sure she's still up. Give me second."

I walked down the hall and tapped on Allison's door before opening it. She was sitting on the bed in her usual long shirt and panties. I motioned to Angela to wait and stepped inside. Allison was immediately up and hugging me. She gave me a quick kiss, pulled back and stared into my face for second.

"You talked her out of it, didn't you? How on earth did you do it? I mean..."

I cut her off, "Later, I promise. Right now Angela is out in the living room. I invited her in to meet Mom and Dad, but they already went to bed. She said she was hoping to talk to you."

"She's here!" she said in an excited whisper. She was past me and out the door in a blur. I stood there stunned for a second then followed. By the time I reached the hall she had thrown her arms around Angela in death-grip hug. She let go after a second and taking her hand, began pulling the startled senior down the hall. I turned to follow as they passed me in the hall but Allison put her hand on my chest and said, "Girl talk, no boys allowed." She kissed me on the cheek and dragged Angela through the door. Angela just smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders before disappearing.

I shook my head and went to get myself a bottle of water. I knew from experience that 'girl-talk' came with a widely varying time table so I turned on the TV and found an old episode of Seinfeld to distract me. I was finished with that one and well into the next episode (they ran two back to back on Friday nights) before Allison's door opened and they emerged. I wasn't sure what all they had "talked" about but judging from the four nipples fighting hard for freedom, it must have been a very interesting conversation.

Angela blushed when she realized what I was staring at. She hugged me and said, "Thanks, I had a really good time tonight. I better get going. I'm sure Tim is waiting up for me."

I took her hand as we broke, "Let me walk you out."

I escorted her to her car and gave her one final kiss to end the evening. Both sides of the kiss seemed to hold promises to be kept at a later date. I waited for her to pull away before going back inside. Allison was waiting just inside and wrapped herself tenderly around me as I closed the door. I turned within the circle of her arms and she buried her head against my chest and said, "I love you. Have I told you that lately?"

"I love you, too. Did I miss something? Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining or anything, but what did I do?"

"Nothing, you were just being your normal, wonderful self. C'mon, I need some cuddle time and I'll tell you all about it."

"Okay, but I have to make a pit stop on the way."

"No problem, I'll go see if I can warm up a spot big enough for both of us." She kissed me gently, caressing my lips with hers and then with one arm holding me tight, guided me towards the hallway.

I took care of my evening ablutions, stripped, and climbed in beside her.

"Make love to me, Jimmy," she whispered softly into my ear.

I rolled into her arms and we danced the two-back long and slow. Eventually we just lay together, sated and happy. It had been an evening of ups and downs, both emotionally and physically. Being with Allison sapped the last of my stress and energy, I was relaxed and dozing in the warm glow when she said, "You did a wonderful thing tonight. I'm very proud of the way you handled everything."

"I didn't really handle anything," I said. "The situation really hasn't changed. All I accomplished was postponing the inevitable."

"Oh no, you did much more than that. You kept her from doing something she may have regretted and made it into something wonderful. I know that you may still, probably will, have to make good on it one day but now that's just a promise for someday and even if it never happens it won't bother her. I was worried how it would all go, but you fixed it, just like you always do. I'm so very proud and happy to have you. We have a lot to talk about so help me get to sleep and then I need you to take me to see Bob."

Any other time that may have set off alarm bells but right now I just couldn't bring myself to care. I hugged her to my side, her shoulder nestled into the crook of my arm, her head on my chest, and it didn't take long before the slow rhythm of our breathing had put us both to sleep.

We woke in the glade, cuddled in the hammock, I was naked and Allison just had on a long satin robe that draped invitingly across her body. I reached in to cup her breast and kissed her 'awake' into the dream.

"Mmm, I love waking up with you no matter where we are. I see you gave my glade back."

As soon as she said it I realized that our rings were both visible, indicating we were in fact in her dream. How did I get to her dream ahead of her? Sounded like a question for my resident expert so I asked it out loud.

"Well, actually I think it's tied into what I wanted to talk to Bob about." She unwrapped herself from me and stood up.

By the time she turned around she was dressed in dark blue shorts with a pink top, white tennis shoes with blue and pink piping and matching socks. Once again all I could do was marvel at how good she was at this stuff. Of course I'd had a bit of practice by now and had gotten better myself. I rolled out of the hammock and was dressed in black shorts and shoes, a gray shirt and gray crew socks. The difference is I hadn't thought of it until she had already done it. Normally I didn't think about wardrobe, mine just changed with the scene.

I materialized the familiar door, extended my hand and said, "Ready?"

She took my hand and kissed my cheek and then knocked lightly on the door.

There was few seconds' hesitation and the door opened. "When the scene froze, I knew it was you, Jimmy, and I was all set to tell you your timing sucked but then I realized this was just a dream anyway. Since you brought Allison with you I assume it's important. Allison, lovely to see you again, won't you come in?"

"Good evening, Mr. Shelby," she replied.

We stepped into Bob's office except this time it was a little different. One wall had been expanded outward and now contained a restaurant dining room. Most of the tables had people at them. One was set for guests that had not arrived, the last was set but empty, both chairs were pulled out, one further than the other, I assumed that was Bob's, the other chair was back but not 'out' if you know what I mean. Bob's napkin was in the plate, the other sitting on the chair. I assumed the chair had held a person before we arrived. A waiter stood poised in the act of pouring wine.

"I'm sorry," Allison said, "are we interrupting something? We could come back."

"No, that's quite all right. Like I said, it was just a dream. I had a date tonight and I think I was just going over it again to see if I did anything wrong."

"Kind of a post test?" asked Allison.

"Something like that. Now that I'm playing with Jimmy I'm working on making better use of my own dreams. In this case, trying to make sure I didn't do anything really stupid tonight. I think I did okay."

"I'm sure Rebecca had a very nice time," I said.

"Hey," he said, "who said it was Rebecca?"

"Oh Bob!" Allison said with a giggle. "You're too cute. If you'd like to finish dinner, we could come back. Or we could go to your office"

"I already ate, thank you," he said in dry voice. "The office will be fine." The scene slowly started to fade and after a few seconds the office was back to its normal appearance. Bob looked a little winded if that's possible.

"I don't know how you two do it. I'm getting better, but that's still hard for me. Half the time I wake up part way through a scene change." He indicated the couch. "Please." Allison and I sat down as he took a matching chair for himself. "So what's up?"

"I think Jimmy is projective," Allison stated.

Bob's eyebrows tried to crawl over the top of his head. I just looked at her and asked, "I'm what?" I might as well have stayed in the glade; it was like I had suddenly become invisible as they both just ignored me.

Bob sat forward in his chair, looking intently at Allison. "What makes you think so?"

"It's been tickling around the back of my brain for some time. It finally came to me a couple days ago and I think I confirmed it tonight. I think he projects directly into the subconscious of people he is in contact with."

"Go on."

"Okay, it first struck me a while back when Shannon and I were talking. We were trying to figure out why kissing him was just so, I don't know, satisfying I guess. I don't know what it is, but there just seems to be something extra to kissing him. When it's just Shannon and me, it's just as fun, and it can be just as hot, but... I can't really explain it. Anyway, that got me thinking, and I realized that kissing Shannon also seemed better when Jimmy was with us. I just seem to get more out of it, and being with Jimmy is somehow more fulfilling than being with Shannon even though I swear I love them the same."

"Well, that could just be biology."

"I thought about that, but I asked Shannon and, once she thought about it, she said the same thing only she says she loves me more. Then tonight after their date I asked Angela about it, and..."

Bob looked at me like I had just materialized out of thin air. "You had a date with Angela Osborne? How did it go?" He caught himself, "No, never mind; forget I asked, none of my business."

Allison corrected him, "Actually, it is your business this time. You already know the situation but tonight, as determined as Angela was; Bob, he talked her out of it. Not only that but he made her feel good about it and still spent the rest of the evening making out with her." I was blushing like a stop sign. Fortunately they were both ignoring me again. Allison went on, "I talked to her about it when they got back. Thank God my parents had already gone to bed or I don't know when I would have had the chance. Anyway, I got her started on it and she eventually filled in the details. At first she was upset, but then Jimmy explained how he felt about it. She was still upset but he teased her into a little friendly front-seat wrestling match, basically he stole her keys and dropped them down his shirt and told her if she wanted them she would have to take them. For the record, I wouldn't suggest trying that with Rebecca."

We all laughed, but I thought Bob was going to fall out of his chair. Eventually he wiped his eyes and said, "I'll keep that in mind. You were saying?"

"Well, they struggled back and forth for a short time and then suddenly she's trying to take his tonsils out. Next thing you know, they're settled down into a long meaningful conversation and make-out session, it all ends with her saying how someday she really wants to jump his bones but that now it's for a completely different reason. I think that, somehow, Jimmy is influencing the subconscious of people when he touches them. I mean look at the evidence," she began ticking off points with her fingers, "Shannon and I both like kissing him better, or just kissing each other if he is there with us, and neither of us can say why. Angela goes from pissed off and crying at being rejected one minute, to being totally relaxed and looking forward to spending a blissful evening of mutual gratification at some point in the unknown distant future and is perfectly happy with the decision."

Bob sat back in his chair, elbows on the arms, hands steepled before his face, thinking hard. "I'm not saying I'm sold, and it's probably too soon to say for sure, but the evidence you have so far fits the conclusion. Is there more?"

"The first time Jimmy met Rebecca was in her office in a dream, no contact. She ruled the whole thing out as a hallucination but did the follow-up anyway just because she's too good an agent not to. The next time is right after he met Amy at the beach; still in a dream of course. She's started out skeptical; open but not believing." She turned to me and continued, "She actually threatened you and tried to shoot you when you went troll. You picked her up and tossed her in the water and suddenly she trusted you. She never even questioned that it was really you when you lost control of the troll and reverted. She's suspicious by nature, but rather than think maybe you had changed shape yet again to fool her, she accepted that this is your true form and age, ruled you out as a suspect and was ready to believe everything you said. The whole purpose of the visit and the thing you were focused on was getting her to trust you. What changed and when did it change? You changed shape, so what, you started out looking like someone that she knew you weren't. What else changed? You touched her." She sat back and looked at Bob, then back at me, "If anyone else has a better theory I'm all for hearing it."

Bob leaned forward again. "Let me get this straight. You think that the physical act of touching her allowed him to implant a subconscious, compulsion is too strong a word, idea that she should trust him?"

"Exactly. Go back to me and Shannon, when he is with either or both of us his one goal above all other things is to please us, to bring us pleasure, to make us feel loved by him and each other. My parents recently pointed out that we've never had a serious fight and that when we did have a disagreement, it never lasted, by the next day it was over and in the past, and we were going on like it never happened. And it certainly helps explain why we tend to pass out during sex with him. Overload. Does this sound normal to you, Bob?"

"Well, your case is not 'normal' by any standard, but no, not for 'normal' siblings. You pass out during sex?"

"Yeah, it's happened to both of us. I'm still waiting for a better suggestion," she said smugly.

"Well, I'm not willing to concede the point just yet, but what you say does have merit." He turned to me and asked, "Jimmy? The boy on Halloween night, Bobby, did you touch him at any point before you shoved him into the street?"

I thought about it hard for several seconds. "I don't think so?"

"And up to that point he was still afraid and didn't believe you?" Allison asked.

"Yes."

Bob sat considering for a second before saying, "Allison, I think you may very well be on to something. I'm still not convinced and I'm going to put in some time thinking how we could actually verify this, without getting caught of course. The ramifications of this are huge, and they make it that much more important that no one find out about you. Both of you; do not discuss this with anyone. Especially not your parents; this is the kind of thing that would make anyone apprehensive about spending time around you. Not Rebecca either, I'll leave Shannon up to you, but I personally don't think she needs to know."

"But," I started, "what if I somehow influenced her to feel the way she does?"

Allison shot that down in an instant, "Not a chance. Think about it. When did you realize how you felt about her? After you found out how she felt about you. Not the other way around. You may have influenced her since, but those were all good things, trust me, I speak from experience." I blushed neon.

Bob cleared his throat. "Well, obviously we are agreed here. Anything else going on that I need to know about?"

There wasn't so we called it a night, or a morning; whatever, we left.

Back in the glade Allison said, "I think Bob is falling hard for Rebecca, what do you think?"

"I'm not sure I can even trust what I think. Sis, this worries me. I mean, how do I know... what if I'm doing it to you?"

"Oh you are!" She plastered herself against me. Suddenly she was wearing the silk robe and butterfly g-string I liked so much, and I was in red satin boxers. Like I said, my clothes seem to change with the scenery. She ground herself against me. "And I love what you do to me."

I pushed her back to arms length and said, "I'm serious. How can I trust what you are feeling for me when I may be causing it?"

She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. "Weren't you paying attention to what I just said about Shannon? Who seduced whom here? I'm the one who dragged you here, remember? I'm the one that practically raped you in the shower. I'm the one that decided we'd waited long enough and snuck in to your room in the middle of the night. You've resisted and hesitated and questioned the whole way. Are you influencing me? Absolutely. I already told you that kissing you or just kissing Shannon when you are there is more satisfying. Do I have a problem with being influenced to love you or Shannon more? Absolutely not. Jimmy, when was the last time that you remember actually winning an argument with me?"

I didn't even hesitate. "I gave up trying to out-think you ages ago."

"Right, and when that happened you conceded that I was better able to analyze what was going on, and since then what's been going on? You've been encouraging me to do it. I think, subconsciously, you've been encouraging me to be better at it. The better you get at deduction, the more you encourage me because you still feel I'm better at it. So, yes, you are influencing me, but it's all good and I don't have a problem with any of it."

She suddenly shoved hard and I was falling into the swimming pool that was suddenly behind me. Quick as a flash she was naked and diving after me. I was halfway under water when I held up my hand and she froze, literally in mid-dive. She was fully suspended in mid air, arms outstretched, aiming for the water. The water was now more like very thick Jello, with me about halfway embedded in it. I pulled myself free and, standing up, I walked back across the surface to where she hung motionless in the air. It was kind of like walking on a waterbed. I turned her over in the air like she was on a barbeque spit and admired her sleek form. I then knelt down and kissed her softly. As our lips touched her upper body came back to life. Her arms dropped around my shoulders and she opened her mouth to me. We kissed for a few seconds with her suspended in midair, then suddenly a couch materialized under her and she settled down onto the surface. As she sank into the soft material the couch kept changing, the back folded flat and the whole thing slowly converted to a nice four poster bed draped in silky curtains.

She broke the kiss and whispered, "Oh yeah, and your control is getting better too. I thought maybe we needed to change the subject. You don't mind do you?" She moved over and patted the mattress for me to join her.

I crawled in and she cuddled to me and whispered, "Jimmy, I don't want you to let this bother you. I would have preferred to talk to Bob alone about it but I didn't think I would get the chance any time soon. It's not like you're taking over people's minds and emotions. It's more like a little nudge, although it does seem to be a lot stronger in dreams than in reality. You seem to need longer contact to make smaller changes in the real world. Try not to think about it. I know that's hard, but just try to forget it for now. I could still be wrong about the whole thing, you know? Until Bob comes up with some way to verify it, it's just a theory."

"Yeah, but it's your theory, and you haven't been wrong yet."

"Of course I'm never wrong, I'm a woman, and if I am ever wrong it's just a mistake. Now shut up and just hold me. Or we could..." She trailed off as her hand slipped down over my abdomen.

One of the really nice things about the dream world is that normal physical limitations do not necessarily apply. With practice, anything is possible. As with so many things, it was Allison who came up with the idea. We had just spent some quality time helping each other get to sleep, and when we got to the glade she wanted to do it again. I had pointed out that I was a little depleted at the moment. To which she had replied, "Hello, dream world." She then ran her hand down my stomach and suddenly I was almost painfully erect. It happened so fast I flinched a little. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? How about if I kiss it and make it all better." Boy did she make it better. It was a very fun night.

Fortunately for me, both the girls are just fascinated by the process and like to see, and feel me grow erect at a normal pace. She began caressing me and the normal processes kicked in. She licked at one of my nipples and trailed her tongue up to my ear, which she delicately bit before whispering, "I have an idea."

"Mmm, what's that?" I asked.

Suddenly she had a cell phone in her hand, or something that looked like one. This one just had one big red button in the shape of a heart with flames painted around it. She pressed the button, waited a few seconds and then said, "Hey baby, it's your favorite crack addict and I really need a fix. Can you help me out?" I heard giggling on the other end and then she continued, "Don't take too long, we might start without you." She closed the phone and tossed it behind her where it disappeared somewhere in the covers. Her hand returned to stroking my stomach and she said, "It's been a while since we played "three on a mattress," and we have all this room. It would be a shame to waste it."

What? Like I was going to complain? When she figured out she could do stuff like this in my dreams I have no idea. I doubted that it would have worked in one of her dreams. I'm sure I could do it there, but I'm not sure about her, apparently in my dream... I remembered I had better things to think about. I concentrated on Shannon; there was a quick knock on the door that suddenly appeared, and she walked in without waiting for an answer. She was wearing her version of Allison's outfit, (hers is pink) and the robe opened and closed enticingly as she walked towards us. Without hesitation she crawled over me, pressed Allison to the mattress and tried to drive her tongue through the back of her girlfriend's head. Apparently Allison was putting up a pretty good fight though.

I rolled toward them and slid my hand inside Shannon's robe. With their bodies pressed together there wasn't much room so I just vanished all of our clothes and began caressing her back, slowly working my way down toward her shapely ass. She broke the kiss and leaned over to give me the same welcome treatment that Allison had received. As her body shifted Allison moved down and began licking and sucking at the now available orb dangling above her. As Shannon and I played tongue tag, Allison captured the nipple and sucked hard, drawing a moan from her lover that resonated in my mouth.

Shannon pulled back and hugged us both together and said, "I've missed you both so much."

It had only been a few hours since she had seen Allison, and she and I had spent a dream night together two days earlier. Some weeks that was all we could do; once in awhile I would leave the two of them in "my" glade where they could have a little one on one time, but still, it's not the same, and I knew what she meant.

"I've missed you too," I said. "No matter how much fun it is to be with you here, it doesn't compare to waking up with you. We don't have to do this if it makes it harder for you."