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The flash came crashing from the darkness in such blazing glory it blinded him, and from the light the memories started flowing in.
Matt looked different since always, for some reason Chipwick decided to never bully him, he did bully Jack though, to this day.
He never became friends with Cecilia, nor Matt. He never met with her family, he didn't have any friends. Matt was somewhat popular, Cecilia was friends with Victoria. He was a loner again.
His family still loved him and he gave a huge sigh of relief. There were more changes, but smaller and he could not pay attention to them, because now the greed came back in full force. All he changed became meaningless, except for Matt, he looked like a fine piece of ass.
He opened his eyes, to find his sister on top of him slapping his face and screaming for help, Cassandra and Carine arrived shortly after in that order. He wanted to speak but the light still blinded him and the fear of the encounter with the voice of the skeleton from the book still affected him physically so he babbled incoherently for a moment. The women now knelt around him, crying and calling 9-1-1 for an ambulance.
Finally the light lost its shine and the respite helped him free himself from the fear crippling his speech. "No! Don't!" He finally yelled.
Cassandra held the phone to her face, the operator on the other side spoke something, but he didn't understand what.
Jack sat up from the floor and continued talking, "I'm fine, just lost my balance. That 's it. Promise."
Cassandra told the operator she was wrong and that she was sorry, then hung up the phone.
"Don't worry, maybe it was too much sex, I mean... I'm sore all over." He finished with a half smile.
Jack finally dissuaded his family and convinced them he was all right. After that, he told them to go eat, he would join them shortly.
After they left, he opened the book and read. Turns out, Matt did keep his body and fetishes hidden, but now he got some kind of confidence and so Chipwick never bullied him. Jack spat profanities at that, the greed and entitlement came to him. He thought of writing that Chipwick bullied Matt, but before he did anything he realized what he was about to do. He was condemning Matt to being bullied.
"Fuck!"
This was too much, too painful, too complicated, and he felt burned out. He placed the book in a drawer and closed it with a key he had never used before. He went down to eat and remained quiet, Cassandra, Carine, and Anne sat on the other side of the table, looking at him intently, somewhat scared of what happened. When Jack realized, he reassured them that everything was all right, that they should go to bed and he would join them in a while.
They did, and Jack sat on the couch with a coffee. Thinking. '
What do I do? I want my friends back, but I would need to hurt them in order to do so. The skeleton called me entitled and it's probably right... I mean, if I let the power get to me, then it will be right.
'
Now, since the idiot met me, he finally became aware of the possible consequences. He also realized he was capable of more tyranny and suffering than the good he could do. After all, the book was just a little joke I made far in the past when Guttenberg finished the first Bible. Hell, good ol' Gutten was the first writer and I almost lost it when Adolf got a hold of it. Good thing he broke the compact and went to hell, otherwise pops would've gotten really angry.
Stalin was an asshole, the same as Mao, and let's be honest, we all know every communist leader used the book, and even with the power of destiny in their hands, they murdered hundred of millions. I guess that human invention doesn't work.
Still, you humans are hilarious, so I keep throwing the book here and there to see what happens.
Jack is special, though. He is the first that did not get mad with power the moment he found out what the book could do. So I'm kinda rooting for that idiot.
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Jack kept thinking how to fix things, he realized there was nothing to fix really, only change... never to be the same as before. At some point in the night he went for the book and started writing names and reading. All that he wrote in the history of Cecilia's family had disappeared, so he was... understandably... pretty bummed.
He finally decided, in no small part because of his greed, that he wanted his friends back.
He opened the history of Matt on the year they became friends, but not this time around.
He was tired, on his third cup of coffee, and scared beyond belief (because of me, though).
At some point, he decided on what to write. He closed the book, crossed Matt's name and wrote his own. He went to the year he and Matt stood up to Chipwick and wrote that he had beaten the bully up, ridding himself of torment.
Then he added...
He decides to strike up a conversation with Matt, and they become friends.
He closed the book and wrote Matt's name. He found the day they became friends and found out that Matt only pitied him, and was not really his friend. The flash of memories was flooding him now and he ignored it completely. It gave him a headache, but he had more important things to do. The falling sensation came but he held the book with all his might and found the part he was looking for. In Matt's life he added...
He appreciates that Jack started talking to him, they shared many hobbies, and liked many of the same pop culture properties. They became best friends.
Jack started crying as he closed the book, the memories of fighting the bully flooded him, he got into a couple more fights since then, and he was actually good at brawls. He remembered the first time he talked to Matt, he remembered becoming really close friends, he remembered Matt getting shunned by his other friends but sticking with Jack. He remembered the day Matt invited Cecilia to sit with them in the Science class. He remembered his life just as it was before, save for some smaller changes, but still... he did it...
The flashes crushed on him in full force and he welcomed it with open arms.
His birthday was much the same, his changes remained the same, Matt's confession was there, and his visit to Cecilia's home as well.
'
He still loves me? How could I be so lucky?
'
Jack held his head in his hands and cried, cried and cried some more.
XXX
Cecilia woke up in a pool of her sweat, sheets drenched, and horny... so very horny.
She dreamt of Jack again, of making love with him again, of sharing the act with Carine and Anne, and for some reason, Cassandra was there as well.
Her horniness got the better of her and a single hand snuck down to her pussy, she circled her fingers over her clit and then down over her wet open flower, a flower that invited two fingers inside. She gasped as she pumped her fingers, eliciting little moans and whimpers as the image of Jack came to her mind, of Jack embracing her and kissing her. She pictured him taking one of her breasts in his hand, and her hand mimicked the fantasy.
"Oh, God!" She yelped and came, fingering her pussy in a frenzy. She rubbed her pussy until she came fully down, and when she got her breathing under control, stood from the bed.
As she came out of the shower, her sisters ambushed her at the door. She jumped and grabbed the towel around her body.
"Holis, hermanita! ¿Cuándo vas a invitar al chico de vuelta?" ~ "Hey, little sister! When are you going to invite that boy back?"
~"You mean Jack?"
~ "Who else have you brought to the house?"
~ "Good point." Cecilia finished and walked to her room, ignoring her sisters.
She dressed for the day, today was Friday so she wanted to do something with Jack after school, and she couldn't let Matt get in her way. She knew Matt was a guy, but he was a very feminine guy, with an ass bigger than hers, and clearly best friends with Jack.
