When Lucas woke, his mind was blurred with pain. His whole body seemed to be racked by a searing sensation that encompassed him more totally than any sensation ever had. He tried to scream in agony, but found that his throat and chest were already flexed too tightly to emit anything more than a long low pitched whine.
"What the fuck," he nearly yelled as he sat up on the floor, his bare fingers digging into the soft carpet beneath him. "Shit," he muttered, as the lingering sensation of agony hummed through his mind like a high voltage shock. His strong hands clutched at the side of his head, muscles flexed, trying to distract from the agony that haunted him.
"Shit, shit, shit."
He looked down, into his crotch and the dried spunk that coated his cock with flaky residue. It was in his pubic hair and across his flaccid shaft. Perplexed he tried to clear away the hazy fog that had gripped his mind in agony. Then he remembered the dream. His mother's strange words, and his sister's actions and tastes. Mysteriously he felt as if he could still smell her scent and taste her sex upon his lips. Momentarily, his tongue flicked out over them. Sure enough, there was that same heady flavor that he had recalled from his dream.
But it had been a dream right? He remembered being a dog. Being overcome by new desires and instincts. Impossible.
Trying to convince himself of the ridiculous nature of his dream, the young man pushed himself from the floor and found a pair of shorts to cover his waist. His sizable package swelled their center, and hinted dangerously at his proud masculinity.
Stepping from his room, he listened for sounds that would indicate his family's presence. Hearing nothing, he crept into the hall and slowly paced downstairs. When he reached the kitchen, he paused, trying to sniff out the scents that had bewildered him in his dream. But he could not detect them. Only the familiar cleanliness of his home emanated around him.
Puzzled more and more by the images that were embedded in his brain, he knew he had to find his mother and sister. Seeing them would answer his questions. He went back upstairs, peered into each of their rooms, knocked on the closed bathroom door, ducked into the study. Nobody.
Walking into the living room he noticed his mother and sister's cars both out front.
Strange, he thought. Another car, a massive black luxury sedan, was parked behind theirs. They couldn't have gone anywhere without their cars. Confused more than ever, he returned to the kitchen and the wireless phone.
He hit the speed dial for his mother's phone and waited. Upstairs, he heard the familiar beginnings of a digitized rock song. She didn't have her phone? Weirder and weirder yet.
On edge, he dialed his sister's number and waited. In the distance, he heard the familiar ring of the phone. It sounded like it was coming from the family room. Setting down the main line, he paced back into the family room and saw his sister's purse sitting at the top of the stairs leading to the basement. Beside it, sat two neatly folded sets of clothing. Atop each one was a set of bra and panties. One set looked remarkably familiar.
Lucas felt a twitch in his groin as he recognized the undergarments. He remembered their taste and the delicacies they hid beneath. He knelt slowly beside them, his rough fingers sliding over their lacy surface, a hint of a grin running across his lips.
Then he noticed the light at the bottom of the stairs. It was a puzzle, for Lucas, because the basement was really just a massive storage dump for the family of three. Old Christmas ornaments, school projects, photographs, extra building materials, and many miscellaneous piles of things were buried in its recesses. It made no sense that his mother and sister would be down there.
Slowly, he crept down the stairs until he was at the door. Cautiously, he pushed it open. What he saw surprised him.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, but the usual messy piles and random cardboard boxes. The single exposed light bulb burned brightly, the center of the universe as far as he was concerned. Lucas took one precursory walk through, making sure he wasn't missing the obvious. His mouth twisted in a slight frown as he realized that he was no closer to finding his mother or sister. Frustrated, he settled into a large arm chair in the family room to watch some TV, and the piles of clothes.
It would have been easier for him to understand them being there, naked, then for them not to be there at all. It was as if they had disappeared down the stairs into a different world.
Two hours past before anything would happen. The bored young man endured two civil court programs, one redneck fight show, and the beginning of a daytime soap before he finally heard the scrape of the door down below.
More curious than ever, he turned down the volume and his eyes stared at the dark stairwell, waiting to see what would happen.
To his disappointment, his mother's boss emerged from the bottom of the stairs.
He was a burly, squat man, with the demeanor of a bulldog and an attitude to match. Marcus was full of himself and didn't mind letting everyone know it. What was more interesting, was the two beautiful huskies he pulled behind him on a pair of leashes.
As he crested the top of the stairs, the older man gave the younger a smirk of derision and a little snort. "Take care of these dogs for me, Lucas," he instructed as he looped the leashes around the coat closet door handle. Both of the dogs began to whimper simultaneously as he stepped away. "Quiet, you two bitches. No whining." He gave Lucas another smile and happily walked outside.
Lucas was greatly puzzled by this whole situation. So much so, he had forgotten to speak. He just sat there staring out the door after Marcus. What the hell, he thought. Where was his mother? Where was Athena? Where did the dogs come from? Where did Marcus come from?
Lucas ignored the dogs for the moment as they seemed like a lesser mystery. Hurriedly, he darted down the stairs again and pushed open the doorway. The light inside still burned brightly. But nothing seemed to have changed. He did another more thorough examination of the room and came up with no new evidence or discovery. His head began to ache as he continued to search in utter futility for the hiding spot he knew had to be there.
The headache brought back memories of the wracking pain he had awoken to. Suddenly his whole body began to tense and Lucas shivered uncontrollably. Urgently he fought to suppress the urge to allow the pain to seize control. With a loud yell, he forced back the waves of agony and darted up the stairs. He needed to get out.
