Author's Note: I plan this to be the first in a long series, provided that this first chapter gets some positive reviews. There won't be much sex yet, but again I plan for this to be a longer story. Also, this story will contain many elements from many different genres. Just a few that I will definitely hit will be, Sci-Fi, Incest, and Mind Control. I'd love feedback on my storytelling and possibly suggestions for where readers would like to see the story go. Thanks for reading!
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"Jon! Jon!" I snapped back to the present with enough force to leave me disoriented. My sister was standing a couple feet away, waving her hand to check if I was conscious.
"Sorry, sorry... I just spaced." I told her sheepishly. I had been lost in thought when she walked up the stairs to the attic of our new apartment, thinking about the events of the past few days. It seemed crazy to me that we had moved out of our old home just a few days ago. The house that I had lived in for all of my childhood, gone on an impulse.
I didn't resent my dad for cheating on mom. After the divorces of multiple friend's parents, I was prepared for most of the fallout. There were plenty of signs that things weren't exactly working out. Between the weekly fights, never seeing each other, and the stress of putting two kids through college, I'm surprised that they lasted as long as they did. And I'm not delusional, the only reason that they held it together so long was for my sister and I.
My senior year was over and my college years were about to begin. I lived in a college town, so the move wasn't drastic, but my sister and I had decided that we couldn't spend anymore time in our broken household. It was really convenient that my sister and a few friends were in the market for an apartment when this shitstorm hit. I kinda just hitched on to their plan, seeing as I was going to the same college anyway. We were just moving in today...
"Jon! Focus for five minutes!" My sister exclaimed, obviously annoyed that I spaced out so soon after the first time.
"Sorry Kim... It's just tough.." Her eyes softened as she understood.
"I just wanted to get this all this junk out of here, the sooner we're done the sooner we can relax and settle in." She said softly. "It was really nice of Mr. Boone to give us the first month free for clearing all this crap out. I just wish I had know how much crap there was to begin with!"
Kim usually grumbled about any sort of work, even though I was going to be the one carrying all the dusty junk downstairs. She seemed to think that her looks would get her through life, even though in my opinion she was fairly plain. Mousy brown hair, just longer than her shoulders, framed a cute face. Not pretty. Just cute. Her body was a bit on the pudgy side, nothing a few trips to the gym couldn't fix. (She would need more than a few though to get her back in what I called, Bangin Shape.) I guess her breasts and ass were about average, although I tended to never notice things like that. I mean she's my sister for God's sake.
"I know" I replied, "let's just get this attic sorted through." I turned back to the dusty boxes, trying to sort through the massive piles of junk.
"I'll go get some trash bags. I think Mandy left them in the living room." my sister called as she tramped back down the stairs.
Speaking of Mandy... My mind wandered as Kim left down the stairs. Mandy was the third roommate, counting my sister and I of course. Our last roomie was a guy named Kevin, but I didn't want to think about Kevin just then. Mandy and Kim were almost complete opposites. Where Kim was sort of plain and frumpy, Mandy was exotic and elegant, she had darkish skin, and dressed like a princess. She had large, firm, breasts, that seemed to defy gravity as they perched on her chest, and a fat ass to boot, curved and well shaped by hours spent in the gym. I could dream about that ass all damn day, but if I did, Kim would rip my balls off and feed them to me.
I sighed as I turned my attention back to surveying all the junk in the attic. Stuffed animal heads, old pictures, a few discarded lawn care items... And a pink lamp. It was just a regular old desk lamp, but there was something odd about it. Something that.. Called to me. I was unsettled, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. It was laying abandoned on the top of a particularly disorganized pile. It was so dusty!
I just had to give it a good polish... I weaved over and around all the junk, hurriedly making my way towards the lamp. As I reached it my breath caught. I had no idea why, but this was a special lamp. This was the most valuable thing in this attic.
I slowly reached out my hand, fingertip barely brushing the shade of the lamp, leaving a small track in the dust. Instantly, a jolt shocked my finger and I pulled my hand away.
Where my finger had brushed the lamp, a small plume of smoke was welling up, billowing into the air. As I watched, dumbfounded, the smoke grew exponentially and seemed to move towards me.... Almost as if it was looking for me.
I wanted to scream, shout, run away! But I was trapped, frozen in fear, of something I couldn't possibly know. Tendrils of smoke quested slowly forward, searching for something. I watched, still frozen as they crept closer and closer.
Finally a single tendril was in front of my face, waving slowly from side to side. How was this even possible, I thought? No smoke moved like this.
This is crazy! And as soon as I had that thought, the crazy smoke brushed my lips. And the strangest thing occurred to me. The smoke... Against my lips, it felt like.. Like another pair of lips. Like the smoke was giving me a kiss.
It sounds weird, but all the feelings were there. The pressure, the softness of another pair of lips against mine.
I was shocked. Stunned even more than before, something I hadn't thought possible. As I was trying to process this sudden change I felt a tongue brush against my lips, seeking access to my mouth. I opened reflexively and smoke poured into my mouth.
I gasped in surprise, drawing even more smoke into my lungs. And just like that it was over. I stood still for a second. Still trying to process just what the fuck was going on. And then I passed out.
When I woke up I was surrounded by pink clouds. Clouds as far as I could see, and there was no sun, light just seemed to radiate from the clouds themselves.
I turned around and around. The landscape was the same in all directions. Next, I jumped up and down and took a few experimental steps, just to test out the cloud.
The closest thing to compare it to would be like walking on one great big marshmallow. My rational mind was having trouble processing.
There was no way someone could stand on a cloud. That was impossible. "A dream" I muttered to myself, "must be a dream".
"No dream, child." A sultry voice purred behind me. I spun around, ready to punch whatever monster said that in the nose.
A woman laid on the clouds. Her figure was difficult to make out, almost blending in with the clouds she laid on. In fact, she seemed to be made out of clouds.
Her face made out of clouds her lips big and pouty. But her other features... They seemed to constantly shift, just slightly, but enough to be noticeable. Although her features were shifting, her face could always be described as beautiful.
"W-w-who are you?" I managed to sputter.
