Dreams for me are like floating. Everything
moves a little slower than it usually does, and feels lighter, happier and...well...dreamier, if that makes sense.
I woke up in a dream where I was asleep on a couch. Only, it wasn’t this couch. And, it wasn’t in the house.
I opened my eyes in my dream and felt a gentle breeze prickle my skin. I looked down and was shocked to see
that, aside from a really thin little pair of panties, I was
totally naked and my nipples were stiff as pink rocks.
Sensitive pink rocks, I thought, as I turned over, belly-down on the couch and they brushed the fabric.
It was in the middle of a meadow. Weird, right? But hey, it was a dream, so what are you gonna do? I was in
the middle of this field, all sorts of flowers and deer and stuff were milling around. I stretched, gently massaged the shoulder I’d been asleep on, and then suddenly, felt another hand. It pushed mine out of the way, and then a drizzle of something warm and wet hit my skin.
“Relax, baby girl.” It was Ben’s gravelly voice.
My daddy Ben! In my dream! Although, something about the dream felt a lot more real than they usually do. He poured a little more of the stuff – that turned out to be lilac scented oil – on my shoulder, and started to rub.
“Pass me some of that,” another voice said.
This one was younger, and less raspy. Drake! I knew it immediately.
“I think our daughter’s legs are sore too. She must have been working out a lot yesterday. She grew up right.”
A thumb ran down my hamstring and all the way
to the swell of my bottom. He pushed his fingers deep along the line where my legs joined my body and I felt a huge rush of relaxation. Some kind of noise off in the edge of the woods – weird dream, huh? – startled me a little.
Back in reality, I rolled over on the couch and was a little confused that the TV was off. I thought I’d left
it on. Also, the room was completely dark except for a light in the kitchen. There was no light on in the kitchen. There were two figures near me, although at the time I wasn’t sure if I was really awake, or still asleep. One of them had a hand on my back, just like in the dream, and the other was stroking my leg.
Vaguely, somewhere in the back of my sleep-addled mind, I had a clue what was happening. My daddy Ben
was rubbing the small of my back and...oh my God! Drake! He was rubbing my leg. This was just too weird to be real. But it felt really good, and...it isn’t like I didn’t want this to happen, so why not just...
A soft groan escaped my lips when one of them
pushed harder on my ass. It felt so good that warmth crept up my back. I wondered if I had been doing anything embarrassing when they came in, but instead of fighting it, I just closed my eyes again.
“Do you see this?” I heard as I drifted off.
I couldn’t tell which one said it. “She’s so wet. You don’t really suppose she was dreaming about us do you?”
“Shh...you’ll wake her,” the other said.
“Look how she’s moving around. She’s loving this.”
...She’s loving this...
...Loving this...
...Loving...
“Does that feel good, Gia? Your back was so
tight, sweetie.” Drake had a caring tone to his voice.
Back in my dream meadow, I arched my back so
my daddy’s fingers went right into my cramped shoulder and I nodded yes. Slowly, I rolled over so that my mostly-bare body was open for my daddies to see. From the way they both stared at my tits, I think I got their attention.
“Can you maybe rub me here?” I asked, as I
scooped up one of my big, round breasts to show them what I meant.
“My chest is so...oh that feels good, just like that. Mmm...”
