She stormed out of the room, and Carol quickly jumped off of me and ran after her, pulling her nightgown on as she darted out of the room. I waited, e...pecting to hear a gunshot, or at least some sort of physical altercation taking place. But there was a door slam and that was it. Their muffled voices started off loud, then disappeared, presumably to avoid waking my sister’s. I don’t know exactly how long they were talking, but eventually aunt Carol returned.“What happened?!” I asked.“Well ... I. He appeared like magic at the opened back doors of the ambulance in which I was laying. He clambered in and hugged me carefully, still jarring my skull and right arm enough that I passed out again from the pain.I was being poked and prodded by a blonde-haired, blue-eyed man with black-framed glasses. He had a stethoscope in his ears and a white lab coat over scrubs. His hands were soft, though firm, as he kneaded my head. As soon as he moved my splinted right arm I yelped, causing him to jump. I could tell that she was interested, the way she kept glancing down at our crotches, and admiring our chest muscles and tight abs. I ran my fingers up her leg to kind of test the waters. I wasn't surprised that she didn't push me away right off.*****So we drive along, chatting, and the boy sitting in the passenger seat looked down and puts his hand on my leg. I didn't move it away, and he began to glide his fingers up one leg and down the other. I guess I knew what I kind of started, but I. I’ve been having it since I was a teenager. I’ll just quickly tell you how it goes, because it’s not the real story, but it is the beginning of the story.It feels like I’m awake but in a field, not in my bed. It is always spring in the dream. It’s a little cool, the grass is that vibrant green and the trees are in blossom. I’m on my hands and knees in the grass and I’m almost naked. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples are being brushed lightly by the taller leaves of grass. I have on one.