Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2003 00:13:23 -0500
From: Shawn <twinkywinky@mystral.org>
Subject: Dreamworkz-1 (High-school/Incest)

If you don't mail me, there won't be any sequel. Sworn. Thanks.

I was really excited. It has been so much time that I haven't seen Tyler
that the news of him being back could make me cry tears of joy. Ty was my
cousin. Since I was 3 years old we were always together. We were born 3
months apart, 14 years ago, and since then, were never torn apart. We were
more officially best friends than cousins.

However, 2 years ago, he had to move to San Francisco. His father being in
the navy he had to change base. I think that being in the army is great.
However, having to move all the time, mostly when you are of high rank,
sucks. You can never have friends or neighbours and even your family
suffer. When Ty moved away we were both very sad. We never thought it would
really happen some day. So his father, being a caporal, went to manage a
base in California. And I lost track of him.

We told each other that we would keep contact, of course. However, I live
in Miami. It was too late or too early for each other to reach the other
one. We were at first catching each other on weekends. But, sooner or
later, the links faded.

The last 2 years had been really sad and boring. I am a loner at heart,
willingly or not. Let just say I do not think like other people. I am not a
bookworm, nor a geek. I am just always lost in my world, my imagination. My
views and ideas has put me in the "weirdo" category. Since then, notoriety
following me, people do not tend to talk to me. And I do not tend to talk
to then. I am happy that way. The only person who never understood me and
be so much comprehensive was Tyler. He was my only friend and could read in
me. We were much different. He was most into sports. He was doing karate,
and was even pretty good at it.

Anyway last week, my uncle, Ty's father, learned he had to move back in
Florida. That means I could see back Tyler soon. I was so glad this was why
I was jumping everwhere. Moreover, since the change has been so quickly,
the relocalisation service of US Army did not have the time to find them a
house right away. In July, they are doing a lot of reaffectations, and with
the summer days off, staff reduced, my uncle and Tyler would have to live
at my house for about 3 weeks.

Tyler was living alone with his father. His father and mother separated
each other when he was 7. He took it hard, I remember. He cried every
night, with me, for a week. I could even say that changed him. Since then,
he started Karate, and he had been more in the physical side. He even
wanted to be in the Army, like his father, but as a pilot though.

On my side, I had a brother, which was 17 years old and living on UCLA
Campus. I was no longer seeing him, and the age difference was making the
communication difficult. So I was mostly a only child, and I was glad of
it.

So, the bell finally rang. I hurried down the stairs to open the door, but
my mother and fathere were there first. As they opened the door, I could
see my uncle, with a broad smile, happy to see his only brother and
family. He hugged my father for some time then say hello to my mother,
thanking her for the billionth time for her hospitality. Then he said me
hi.

Then, I was shocked. Totally. My once-best-friend Tyler came in. I could
barely recognized him. He had his walkman on. He had so much grown up. He
was now about 5'7" or so with spiked hair. His look was between grunge and
punk. He even had a piercing in his left eyebrow. From my still 5' even, he
looked like a giant, an adult. Someone who was no longer my age. In a
second, all the hope that I had about us becoming back the two world best
friend like we were before crumbled. Even his punkish style was not
matching at all all the comprehension and the compassion we once had for
each other.

To be honest, it was bringing also my complex back. Like I told you, Ty and
me were born 3 months apart. Now, If i was a late bloomer, not at all in my
puberty yet, he was definitively an early bloomer. He was someone else.

I managed to let out an awkard and cracking "hi" to him and he waved in
return. Followed by an uncomfortable silence. My uncle and my parents were
looking at us, waiting to see the reunion. But it was not going well. Not
at all. My mother broke the silence, inviting all of us to go the dining
room. It was time for dinner. We all sat down and talked about bits and
bytes.

During the dinner, we had discussion about all the things would be set up.
My uncle would take up my room, with my simple bed in it. Tyler and me
would take the guest room. I did not care much. Some part of me even hoped
that it would bring us back. How, I don't know. But still.

After dinner, we watched two movies the five of us together. This was
pretty fun. It felt like the family was complete again. At the end of the
night, I was starting to feel a certain nervousness, with no apparent
reason. Sleeping with my cousin would be funny and sure remind me of my
past childhood. When we were young, we used to even sleep in my bed, my
simple bed (since my uncle and his wife would sleep together in the guest
room). But now things were different. My opinion was shared on both
sides. If it was good or not.

As we went upstairs, we started, we chatted a bit about how each other were
doing. We talked also about how each other was uneasy by sleeping in the
same bed. We tried to change my mother's mind, but there was no other
solution. So we had to deal with it. But we arranged things with my mom.
Each of us would have his own clothes.  So we went to bed, me in my pyjama
and him with a t-shirt and boxer on. As he want to bed, I notice his legs
hair, which were very present. We were definively not at the same ageing
process.

We stayed both awake for a while. We moved, searching at the perfect
position to sleep. We were really not used to sleep with someone else in
the bed, which were certainly not helping. After an hour or so, we were
still not sleeping. I was maybe mistaken, but I was almost sure that
something was annoying him. I then broke the ice.

"You can't sleep ?" i asked, stupidly.

"No, Mike, it's so hot in here and nor..." he then stopped

"what ?" i replied.

"No, it's ok. I'll get used to it" he said with his new low-tone voice.

"Tell me, it's ok... Is something wrong ?"

"No, not really, It's just that normally... I sleep in the nude. I am not
used to have clothing on me, so i can't get to sleep, dude. "

I was suprised by his sudden openess. I didnt know what to reply. "Uh
well.. go on"

"Oh ok. I thought you wouldnt want".

"No, it's ok. I'll do the same thing."

We then both removed our clothing. It was great and removed a lot of our
warmth. We could finally get to sleep.

As I felt the sun rising up, I looked at the clock. It was 6 A.M. Since it
was saturday morning, it was really too early. I could not understand why i
was already awaken. Normally, I wake up at around 9 or 10. I felt really
sleepy, like I had a very deep sleep. It was feeling great. He did not take
me long to understand why I woke up though. Tyler was speaking while
sleeping. With the part of sentence, he was dreaming about a helicopter
mission. As I turned to look at him to see if he was talking to me or
sleeping, I noticed that we were both out of any clothes. Probably because
of July temperature. I turned on my back. We were both on our back. I
couldn't help but compare our body.

He was moving while dreaming and talking a bit. He was way taller than me
and I realized it. He had even a mustache, starting to grow back from
shaving. He had one of his hand up his head, so I could see his left
armpit. It was very hairy. He had pec and a six-pack of abs. Probably he
started to work out for his army already. As I want down I noticed his dick
was hard. It was way thicker and longer than mine. It discouraged me a
bit. He had hair from his bellybutton down his crotch. He had big balls
too, that were hanging low. As I was looking at him, my dick started to
grow too. I then looked at my self.

No hair at all. Armpit, chest, belly, nothing, except for my pubic area of
course. That was something I find funny. My body were not growing yet,
except for my penis. So I had hair there, a bit, not like Tyler, and my
dick was big too, but not as his. I laid there thinking for a while. I
finally went back to sleep.

As I woke up at 9 again, I was feeling very good. Like I was waking up in
heaven, having slept for a while and very deep. But this calm and cool
sensation could not last. I then noticed that Tyler was sticked to me. We
were in a spoon position, him being me. I didn't know how to react so I
stayed there. Thinking.

What was most surprising was his dick that I was feeling against me. It was
really hard and was pushing on my butt. I didn't know if I had to awaken
him. If I would, he would maybe get mad and it would crash all the hope we
had to build back our friendship. No, I decided that the best solution
would be to fake sleeping until he wake up. He would decide what to do
then. So I stayed there for a while. The feeling of someone holding me,
someone taller and broader brought me a wonderful feeling of security. The
skin contact was giving me energy. I was in a state very good slumberish
mood.

However, all of a sudden, Tyler started to talk in his dreams again. This
time, he said something clear. "Oh Kathy". Then, he started to thrust his
hips against me. I was feeling his dick going up and down in my crack. He
was dreaming and something saying some "yeah", "oh" or simply moaning. His
rhythm were much and much faster. He was then breathing heavily. Feeling
his dick rubbing against my crack brought a tickling in my testicles. It
was a weird feeling, but I could say it was good. Suddenly, I felt him came
on me. I know what it was even if I never saw it. I froze. I did not know
what to do. Moreover, he was waking up.

I did like if I was just waking up. He then said :

"dang... a wet dream again. It was good though. Kathy doing one of the best
blowjob I could imagine. Mike, could you give me the tissues please ?" he
said, still all dreamy. The fact that we were both naked, hard even more,
did not seem to bother him. Wet dreams seem for him to most natural
things. I gave him the tissues.

"I would need some too, Ty"

"What ? You had one too ?" he laughed

"No, you came on me" I said directly. I surprised myself but couldn't know
how else to say it. He said nothing, but blushed. A lot. "You were holding
me in your arms". He look shocked.

"I'm sorry, man" he managed to say. "You know that we don't control ourself
when it happens".

"Probably"

"You mean... Mike... you never got any wetdream before ?"

"No" I replied, a bit sad.

"Oh... sorry, didnt know, dude. Anyway... be patient, it will come... So,
what will we do today ?" he changed topic quickly.

I had no idea, but this misadventure seems to have bound us back
together. I was glad. We did not talk about this anymore of the day. It
left however, strange ideas and thinking in my mind.

There you go. Introduction. If you want to know what will happens, message
me. twinkywinky@mystral.org or they wont be any following. Thanks.