Conner seldom remembered his dreams. At most, the fuzzy portions that remained with him were from the dream events immediately preceding waking up. On this particular night, however, he remembered not just one, but two dreams nearly in their entirety. In the morning, when his alarm clock went off, he opened his eyes to the fleeting memory of a scenario in which Miss C told the whole class she'd been logging his TIOS usage and its effects, exposing the perverse ways he'd attempted to abuse his authority. The whole class had found it pathetic, laughing uproariously at the idea he could ever lay a finger on Hayleigh McKnight. Except for Heather, who simply regarded him with disgust, recoiling from him when he tried to apologize. The receding shame he felt as he silenced his alarm was still nearly enough to have him swear off the program forever. He might even drop yearbook, he thought...
If not for the other dream, which had awakened him in the middle of the night with an erection so intense it was physically uncomfortable to sleep on. In it, he'd been quite simply using Hailey like she was his sex slave; she agreed to everything he suggested, and the bolder he grew, the more obedient she became. Then he began turning her into other women. Heather, of course. Other girls from school, a few celebrities. Even Angelica and Miss C at various points. Although he knew the two were each empirically attractive, he'd always kept up a mental barrier about thinking of his stepsister in that way, and tried to think of his teacher solely as a professional.
Apparently in his dreams, drunk with power, both were fair game.
He kept the temperature low in the shower that morning. Normally, if he had that much sexual energy in the morning he'd simply masturbate and take care of it, but every time he touched it, he kept seeing that sea of faces, and knowing his stepsister was asleep in the next room made it too awkward.
He kept his head down as he arrived at school; returning to the scene of the incident reminded him all too powerfully of the humiliating tongue-lashing he'd received yesterday from Hayleigh, thanks to Jordan's blabbing about his efforts to turn her back to normal. So much for that, he thought bitterly. Now even if TIOS let him, he didn't think he could muster the good will to set things back to normal.
Hailey's locker was vacant as he passed by; Conner silently cursed her field trip for depriving him of the opportunity to find some quiet nook somewhere and ditch class to have his secret hottie suck his cock like the slut she was.
He blinked.
Easy there, Conner
. He'd never skipped class in his life, and it was decidedly unlike him to be thinking about a woman as a sex object. Just because Hailey played along when he'd gotten pushy didn't mean he could take her for granted.
Mm, taking Hailey.
Thoughts of baseball were forced into his mind as he made his way to class.
With Hailey gone, it was a fairly typical school day for him. He had a pre-cal quiz that he felt confident about; English class was a partner project that was, if not fun, at least low-stress; Mr. Taalib was out sick and his class just watched a video; in his government class, there was a new student.
"Class, this is Angelica Buck," said Mrs. Antony.
Conner was too stupefied to react as she assigned his stepsister - his
college student
stepsister - a seat across the room, gave her a textbook. Nobody else recognized her, but that made sense. (To the extent any of it made sense.) Angelica's dad had married Conner's mom two years ago, at which point the family consolidated in Conner's house, the larger of the two. The wedding and subsequent move had been the summer after Angelica had graduated; she'd gotten her diploma from Central High School.
She didn't so much as wave at him. The day was a heavy lecture period; Conner tried to take notes, but he was too busy pondering the implications of this turn of events. It wasn't until after class he got a chance to approach her, shouldering past Brett Barnett and his efforts to hit on the fresh meat in the class.
"Angelica? Um, what are you doing here?"
She gave him a look like it was the dumbest question he'd ever asked. "Government."
"No, I mean, what are you doing
here
?" He gesticulated wildly around him. "At Northside?!"
"I live in the district...? Are you off your meds, man?" She nudged past him into the hall, and he had to really hustle to keep pace with her.
"What about college? You already graduated! You can't be a student here! You're... this... it makes no sense!"
"Why would I be here if I had already graduated Conner? I swear, you pay no attention to anything but your own geeky little sphere."
He nearly tripped trying to dodge around the flow of traffic in the hall while keeping pace with her; it was clear she didn't want to be seen with him. Sensible enough. Angelica had been part of the pretty and popular clique in her day; he was a social liability. Not that he was a pariah by any means, but it was common knowledge that first impressions matter for new students. Faced with the choice of pushing through a conversation between the chemistry teacher and one of his students or letting her escape him, he chose the latter.
This couldn't be happening.
Thankfully, lunch was up next, and he quickly confided this turn of events to the only person who even might understand him, Owen. He explained about how he'd closed the program down, had created a file for her at the prompt.
"Wait, you mean... Hang on. This is all so screwy, it's hard to wrap my head around," Owen said, pausing to slurp up his jello like an animal.
"Tell me about it!"
"So you're saying... Angelica, your stepsister... she's supposed to be in college...?"
Conner's jaw dropped. "Were you not listening! She'd been in college almost the whole time you've known her! Remember when I had to yell at you for sneaking into her room while she was away? Or that time she told you you were too stupid to understand what she was reading? Come on, you gave me crap over that for a month!"
Owen frowned. "Keep going. This sounds... I dunno. Right? But... not."
Conner pressed on, doing everything in his power to jog his friend's memory. Tale after tale, one anecdote after another. Finally, Owen just shrugged. "You know, nothing that you're saying sounds quite right, but... after the Hefty-Hottie thing, I'll take your word for it. Jesus H. Christ, now you got me trapped in this alternate universe. What else is backwards that my brain can't even realize?"
"We have to tell her. We've completely changed the course of her life! She has classes - college classes! - resuming Monday! That's four days from now!"
"Well you'll have to come up with something better than what you threw at me to convince her, because if I didn't know what you'd done with the Haileys, I'd think you were fucking nuts, man."
Conner sighed. "I'll think about it. In the meantime... this program is giving me the heebie jeebies, Owen. We're up to at least three people now whose lives it totally let me screw around with like they were made out of play-dough."
"If you got to sculpt girls out of clay you could at least give them bigger jugs." Owen grinned.
"Hailey's a C cup, and Angelica's... you know what? Why do I listen to anything you say."
"Because boobs."
"That makes no sense."
Owen rolled his eyes. "Like anything does these days."
Other than a few eye-popping texts from Hailey, who managed to slip off to the bathroom during her field trip to remind him what her tits looked like and how much "
your slut misses your big hard dick in her mouth
," it was a normal day. He did nothing untoward with TIOS, and even managed to mostly not think about those dream images of Miss C and Heather on their knees, worshiping his cock. He caught Jordan whispering to some of the staff, pointing and snickering in Conner's direction, but a glance at those pics from Hailey quelled his anger handily.
