Not Just An Idol Promise Pt 02

So, this all started when I was bitten by a radioactive spider. Wait a minute... that wasn't me. What's real and what's not, seem to bleed together here and only the memory of what occurred afterward is still clear. That was a movie... you know the one, right? Where the guy wakes up afterwards to find himself completely jacked and able to climb walls? Well, so far that was where the similarities ended. But I remember wondering... where would it end? You want to know? Who am I kidding? Here I am sitting here talking to my only friend left in the world... we both already know how this is going to end.

After we got back home, we began settling into our old routines. My parents were back at their 9 to 5's. My sister was back in college and me...? Well, I was back in school. Eastside High school! Home of the Cougars! I suspect that high school, was pretty much like prison. I mean think about it. You're told what to do, when to do it, where to be. You have to work without getting paid, or is it paid very little? Not to mention if you're not part of a clique (see gang) then you would be singled out as an easy target. Somebody's bitch. Of course, being gang raped in the shower or getting shanked at lunch was probably not something you had to worry about, but... ok, come to think of it, high school wasn't anything like prison, never mind. I understand that I do. I mean at the time I didn't or maybe I was just being flippant, but I wondered if San Quentin had a mascot. Sam Quentin - home of the Stabbers? Sorry, I will stop.

The Friday of the week after we left Indonesia, found me staring into the bathroom mirror reflecting on the last several days, comparing myself to spiderman and thinking about climbing walls and being buff. Ok, I couldn't literally climb walls, but I hadn't seen Sarah in a while and previous events had me figuratively climbing the walls in anticipation of some sweet pussy... see what I did there? Now, the buff part? That was a different story. I was in a lot better shape than I had been before I went on vacation. My abs were much more pronounced and according to the scale I had packed on almost 10 lbs. Based on my reflection in the mirror, it was all muscle. Each day, my physique seemed a little more pronounced, I looked a little more cut. So, checking myself out had become an almost daily ritual, but I seemed to have peaked or maybe I was just becoming used to it. Either way... that wasn't the only thing different about me.

After our Homeric Odyssey we all suffered the effects of jet lag and spent a couple of days lazing about the house. I spent one glorious night with my sister in her bed before she had to go back to college. Her head was on my chest post coital, and we laid there talking like lovers.

"Damn! I don't want to go back to school. I need more of this..." Sarah stretched like a cat, then reached down and played with my cock, rubbing the mixed reminder of both of our orgasms on her fingers, most of it was from her.

"Mmm... I know what you mean. I'm going to miss you." I said thinking about the upcoming week.

She turned serious. "Do you, little brother? It's embarrassing how wet you make me... how easily and often you make me cum. It's like you're in my head and you know what I want even before I do."

"I know that this is amazing. You're amazing sis." My cock gave a twitch as she continued to play with it.

"I wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"Is it because we are brother and sister... or is it something else?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know what I'm trying to say. Our... connection, I guess. When we are having sex... it's like... it's like we're connected... on a deeper level than just our bodies. I don't know, I'm having a hard time explaining how I feel." She kept playing with my cock.

"I know what you mean... I feel it as well. You know what they say?"

"What's that?"

"Incest is best..."

She grabbed my cock. "You're so bad. But I can't help but agree" She stroked my cock up and down.

"You keep that up sis and we are going to have to do something about it." I sighed.

"Why do you think I'm doing it?" She moved her head down and kissed the tip of my cock. With a moan, she engulfed the head of my cock before taking it back out and then licking up the sides, gathering the remnants of her pussy juices on her tongue. She licked her lips. "Mmm... I taste pretty good, don't I?"

"Fuck yeah, you do. I love the taste of your pussy." I watched as she licked and sucked. As she began to work my cock in earnest, I could sense her thoughts. She like being naughty for me and talking dirty. She liked tasting herself for me because she knew it made me think of her licking pussy. Her main goal right then, however, was to make me cum. Come on little brother, lose control. Like I do. Do it for me. Show me that it's not just me who is obsessed. Cum in my mouth. Cum for your big sister. I want to swallow it... fuck. I have never been like this before, why do I want to taste your cum so bad?

I watched as she took her free hand and slipped it between her legs. Her middle finger began to rub her clit as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. She made little swallowing sounds in her throat, as well as tiny moans and whimpers as she sucked my cock like a pro, the whole-time maintaining eye contact.

"Fuck..." I looked down into her eyes as she gagged herself.

Cum for me little brother. Fuck... mmm, cum for me. Shit cum! Hurry before I do. Her thoughts were frantic.

"I'm going to cum sis." I felt her sense of elation as I shot my first load down her throat. My next one ended up in her mouth. She moaned and took my cock in her little hand and pumped up and down keeping me shooting on her face. It was on her forehead and her right eye, then on her mouth and chin. Damn, did she look sexy. Her hand between her legs never stopped moving and as my last load landed on her, she came hard.

"Mmm... Ohhhh... Oh god! Uh!"

Later she snuck over into my room, having brushed her teeth and freshened up. She was wearing her hair up again and had on a little sleep shirt that did nothing to hide her ass.

She laid down next to me and kissed me. "Have you finalized any plans on what college you will be going to in the fall? Not to put any undue influence on you but you know if we go to the same school, we could do this all the time."

"None needed sis. I wouldn't stop even if I could. The thought of being apart from you longer than is absolutely necessary, sucks."

"Good answer little brother, but..." I could sense her hesitation, her uneasiness and her... insecurity? Her vulnerability. "Look I know you got months left... and all those little hotties at school will just be throwing their panties at you. But remember that I love you... unconditionally Scott. I... know... you will have girlfriends and may sleep with other girls... I guess, and maybe that's a good thing so that people don't get suspicious... of this, because they certainly wouldn't understand. God knows I don't, but we have this unique connection. And maybe it makes sense for us to have other people in our lives and... and..." She took a deep breath. "I'm not making any sense, am I? Sorry, I'm rambling but what I'm saying is that I love you little brother."

Monday saw me back at school. Back on the chain gang so to speak, at least physically. Mentally I was still in Keya Kutu, exploring the boundaries of my newfound relationship with Sarah. So, there I was in Calc. daydreaming about my sister's sexy body, when the Warden brought me to heel.

"...Mr. Leavens? Mr. Leavens! Are you listening?" Mrs. Locke said with a smirk. " Any day, now. We are of course, all waiting... but by all means take your time. And when you finally feel up to it, please come up here and show us how to prove the Theorem." There were a few snickers.

"Yo! What? Uh... yeah sure!" I headed up to the board. Day is never finished... Masters got me working...

I'm not sure how it happened but as I grabbed a dry erase marker, I fumbled it, so it fell to the floor and rolled its way to a stop at Emily Voss's feet.

Emily Voss...

There were a lot of cliques in my school, but undeniably the most influential were the ones run by the jocks, not all the jocks mind you, just the star athletes and their respective girlfriends. The elite. The exalted. The ones most likely to receive athletic scholarships. From my perspective the D1 male athletes ruled, they threw all the parties. They set the pecking order. They could either accept you or ostracize you. Acceptance in high school meant acceptance into the higher order or at the very least tolerated so that you weren't picked on for being different, less attractive, less athletic. Which was preferable to life as a slug, ostracized for being any of those things. Sometimes I wondered though, if it weren't the girls who actually ran the school? The girls seemed to be extremely... influential is the word, I guess. Or perhaps persuasive was a better word. I was on the outskirts of the major clique - Not the most popular, but certainly a cut above the poor meandering garden variety escargot that got shit on each and every day by those who happened to be better looking or more athletic or have more money. High enough so that I got invited to a few parties each year, like one of the casting extras at a Hollywood premier party, I was there mainly as filler. High enough to be known but not high enough that one of the exalted would ever personally invite me.

Emily Voss though...

Reaching down to pick up the marker, things seemed to slow down, not slow motion but more like half speed. Emily Voss was certainly one of those in the exalted clique. She was wearing a white lacey, kind of little dress with tiny shoulder straps and brown boots. Pale blond, slightly curly hair, that fell between her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes looked amused. She had one leg crossed over the other and she was moving her ankle side to side to some invisible beat. Her leg was high enough that when I kneeled down, I could see the V - shaped junction between her legs and the whitest pair of panties I have ever seen. Pulling my eyes away from those little white panties I looked up... straight into her eyes. She arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow but made no attempt to drop her leg. She didn't stand and point at me announcing to the class that Scott Leavens was a pervert, a panty peeker. No, she looked right at me, pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek and smiled.

After class she approached me. "Hey, Scott." Her entourage was behind her, seniors and a couple of juniors for the most part but also a couple of younger girls whose names I didn't know, but one of them looked almost exactly like my sister. Tiffany something... I wasn't sure since she was a couple of grades below me.

"Emily..." We are talking top tier here. Certainly, way above my pay grade.

"Andy Sims is having a party Friday, you should come." She smiled prettily at me. "Give me your number and I will text you."

If that had been it, I might have chalked it up to just a lucky coincidence. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, you know? Emily hearing of my, of affinity for spiders and her interest in Arachnology as well as being a huge Spiderman fan decided to go straight to the source or something like that... But there was more.

Ms. Barrett a new Student Teacher, was staring at me while I dropped my stuff off at my locker. She was young, only a few years out of High school herself and was definitely the hottest teacher in school. I mean sexy hot. Somehow, despite the 50 or so kids between us I could hear her thoughts. Not all of them, but it was very much like it was with Sarah the first couple of days. I heard her... clear as day. Mmm... Scott Leavens, why haven't I ever noticed him before? Unlike most of these boys he certainly hasn't looked at me. I had a sudden vision of her and I fucking on a desk, her skirt pushed up around her waist and stockinged legs wrapped around me.

There were a few others, random thoughts that my brain snatched out of the air, like AM radio. Not all of the thoughts were about me and for the most part they were from girls or women, except a couple of guys who happened to be in my vicinity. One was Josh Meeks, an extremely effeminate, openly gay kid whose locker was a few down from my own. I didn't need any special powers to see his attraction to me, his openly staring looks made that abundantly clear. The really shocking one though, was Vince Porter. He was a real man's man. A star athlete, one of the most popular kids in school. Vince, when he wasn't terrorizing opposing offenses on the football field was terrorizing poor slugs like Josh, for being gay, or being nerdy or for just generally being. I was eating lunch and sure as if I had turned on the television, I got an image that made me lose my appetite. I looked up and he was staring straight at me. I won't go into details just suffice it to say that the vision was that of Vince Porter bent over on the football field and not in a huddle either.

The weirdest one though? My mother... Monday night I was leaving the bathroom, having just finished my shower, a towel wrapped around my waist when I ran into my mom. When I say ran into her that is exactly what happened. I exited the bathroom at the same time as she was walking past, and we collided. Stumbling backward, she tripped over her heel and would have fallen had I not caught her arm. My mom is a very beautiful woman. She resembles my sister quite a bit, maybe a little taller, her hair is a little blonder and her breasts a tad bit bigger. My friends say she looks like Charlize Theron, but I don't see it. She works as some midlevel executive for a marketing company and is always dressed very professionally. You know, business jackets and skirts. High heels. As she stumbled, I reached out instinctively to catch her causing my towel to slip. I didn't completely lose my towel but between my lunge to catch my mom, her weight and my instant reaction it dropped enough that I did indeed Free Willy.

Now, I'm not going to tell you that I have a huge cock. Before all this happened, I was average. Like most guys, I have measured my length before. No specific reason, mainly out of curiosity, I guess. Prior to these events I was a respectable 5 1/2 inches or so. But in addition to the other changes going on with me, I had noticed that my cock was a little larger. Had a little more heft to it. I wasn't hauling around a python, but it was definitely enough that I had noticed. My mother certainly noticed. As she stumbled and my towel slipped, my cock flopped around like a snake ready to strike. My mother's startled exclamation died on her lips as she looked at the heat her only son was packing. Her eyes got big, and her lips pursed in silent surprise as she looked at my cock. In addition to noticing my mother's rapturous gaze, I also noticed that under her professional business attire she was wearing black lacey panties and stockings that were held up by straps of a garter belt. Surprise was the least of it. I got this quick mental image from her - me standing over her with my impressive dick on display as she reached out and stroked my cock. A sharp peak of instant arousal followed by shame, guilt and embarrassment and the image was gone dispersed like a candle being blown out.

That night as I was lying in bed, I got a text from Emily Voss... It was an upskirt pic of her little white panties and a message saying - 'here I took a pic for you so it would last longer. See you at school tomorrow.' Fuck! With the image of Emily's little white panties and my mother's sexy lingerie in my brain I drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt of the fat man again. It had been several days since I last walked that tunnel. I had actually begun to think I had seen the last of him. As I walked towards the chamber with the sound of AC/DC banging out the percussion track for Thunderstruck. I realized that there were passages sealed off on either side, irregular shaped openings leading to God knows where. Entering the main chamber, I noticed that it had changed once again. My sister in her position at the first set of chains, kneeled in supplication, hands bound before her. Eyes closed, she seemed at peace or at least happily content. The second set of chains was still empty, but the woman or girl was closer. One moment she was a beautiful woman with a great figure and a sense of maturity even if I couldn't see her face. The next it was a gorgeous girl who I felt was more my own age. Every time I looked closely at her face, it was blurred and shadowed, only when I looked away did it seem clear and distinct.

There was another opening on the far side of the chamber and from it came Captain Caveman. The fat man hurried up to stand in front of me so quickly I took a step back. When I looked over his shoulder the opening that I thought I had seen him enter from was gone and I was unsure if I had actually seen it. I directed my attention back at the weird little fat dude, only he wasn't really fat anymore. He was taller, younger even. His gut was still there but it was the hard firm gut of a blue-collar worker. Muscles under a hard layer of fat that comes from working hard and drinking harder.

"Hello... Scott." He smiled and once again I was reminded of the witch in the woods. "You are enjoying yourself, yes?" He gestured to my sister. "Very good! Very, very good. How do you feel now? Stronger? Better?"

"Whoa... hold up there chief. What's going on with you? You doing Pilates or something? I don't see a home gym around here anywhere." I looked around the room trying to remember what I had been thinking about.

"You are getting stronger. As am I. More like my old self. It is a result of the awakening from the dream, as promised. Soon all will be better. Soon all will be revealed. You are getting better in using your power."

"Is that why I'm hearing other people now? Their thoughts?"

"Yes, their thoughts, their dreams, their desires. You will know. You will grow. You will soon be able to do whatever you want. To have whatever, whomever you desire." He gestured to the empty bindings. "Fill them, tap the wells and Klat Tu Bak will be complete."

I shook my head, I felt strange. Which given the events leading up to that point, was saying something. It was almost like, dreaming of being in that place with that strange dude was real and that when I woke up, the waking world was the dream.

"How do I control it? Keep from making someone say or do something? Something that I think but that I might not want them to do?" It sounded ridiculous when I asked the question, but I didn't know how else to put it. How do you try not to think about something? The very act of trying not to think about something means you actually think about it. Add in the fact that I was horny 18-year-old kid with a healthy sexual appetite, it was an impossible task.

He looked puzzled. "Either think or don't think it. Then they will do it or won't do it."

Thanks Yoda...

"How is it that I'm outside my own body, sometimes? I'm asleep but I'm not... I can actually see myself sleeping but I can move around. Does that make sense?"

He seemed surprised even worried... "That is dangerous. Very dangerous. You must not do that. Ever."

"Why? How? I don't know how I'm doing it to begin with, so how do I stop? And why is it dangerous?"

He thought for a moment. "The body needs the spirit... without it, it dies. The longer you are apart, the harder to return. The more often the spirit leaves the body, the weaker the bond that tethers them together. Soon you would become Klat Radu. A shadow of a dream. Very bad. Very dangerous."

"But... "

"No, you must leave now Scott, I am constrained. Go!" His hands searched across the alter until he found a long bamboo stick with feathers wrapped on one end and stained a deep blue on the other. Snatching the stick up he swung it at me, below my outstretched arms. I felt a sting across my ribcage on my right side, then only darkness.