He was getting increasingly anxious and frantic as he swayed back from one reality to the other out of sync.He was a pendulum lost in time and space. ...hen he popped into the real world he fought to stay there.But he had no substance, just form. In the dream world he was real but then there was no external substance.A chilling thought passed through him. Suppose he were lost in this splintered state forever.He had to regain his normalcy. He calmed himself. He felt himself rising up like a cork. Her fingers quickly found him over his thin boxers and encircled his pulsing member. He should have done something,He should have reached down and removed her hand.He should have told her to stop.All he did was look down in disbelief, her tiny hand beginning to caress the sides of his shaft. She turned her head sideways and pointed her green eyes in his direction. His eyes searched hers, but she simply closed them sleepily and breathed as her fingers continued to tease his cock.Her butt. That was the trigger phrase that Uncle Harry had installed; then some nasty thoughts entered my mind.a, would it still work after all these years andb, if it did what could I get Beth to do.Beth has grown into a beautiful young woman and if she weren't my sister I would fancy her like crazy. It would be one of the few things I would miss not being at home seeing Beth walking around in some sort of state of undress. Not that she walked round naked or anything but just seeing her in her underwear. It almost sounded like it was a dare.I laughed and decided to call her bluff. Her eyes turned to my crotch as I undid my cargo shorts and let them fall to the ground. Chelsea's eyes were transfixed on my cock. Taking a breath, she said something to the effect of "oh my, I bet you have lots of girlfriends at school." I bet you say that to all of your yard guys." I shot back.Laughing, I took my beer and walked down the steps into the lukewarm pool water. I looked back to find her continuing to.