Incest in Another Dimension 2

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In the first few hours of his new reality in a strange alternate dimension where some things are exactly the same, some slightly altered, some significantly changed and where other things either do or don't exist contrary to all he knows, Corey has met new versions of his twin sister, stepsister, cousin and best friend. Who he hasn't met yet is his mother Marnie. What will Corey's mother be like in this crazy new world? Read Chapter 2 of 'Incest in Another Dimension' to find out.

All characters and situations in this story are completely fictional, with any similarity to real people living, dead or stuck in alternate realities coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and over are involved in any sexual activity. Please enjoy and be sure to rate and comment, as feedback is always welcome.

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The drizzle falling all over Brisbane began to pick up again as Scott and I put my bike and helmet into the back of the car, with Jamie jumping into the driver's seat and me in the front passenger seat, still struggling with the possibility that I had somehow slipped into a parallel dimension. A dimension where some things were exactly the same, others things were slightly altered, things that were completely different and other things that either were completely missing from, there when they shouldn't have been, or did not exist in the normal world I had left.

"Don't forget the football tonight," said Scott.

"I'll be there," I said, pondering if perhaps by the time the Titans and Tigers game started, I would have slipped back to my normal reality.

Jamie started the car and we waved to Scott and Vicki as she backed down the driveway, me looking at the petite, pretty, pajama-clad teenager with her red hair in a high pony-tail as she drove down the road, scarcely able to believe that just yesterday she was a boy. And that I had just fucked her. In this reality, I was a cousin fucker.

"So, are you starting to feel better now?" Jamie asked, turning on the wipers as the drizzle turned to rain and the windscreen became saturated.

I nodded. "I think so."

"Good, because you're not normally like that," said Jamie. "I'm a sports science major, not a psychology major, I have no idea why my cousin woke up thinking that there was no daylight savings in Queensland and freaking out over New York City for some reason."

"You study sports science?" I asked. Girl Jamie in this world was obviously much more intelligent and studious than boy Jamie in the 'real' world.

"Yes, of course, you sound surprised. Don't tell me you'd forgotten that Corey, as well as everything else?" Jamie looked at me curiously.

"Um no, just maybe still getting back to normal," I said. Reaching into my backpack, I got my phone and quickly looked up my sister, stepsister and cousin on social media to see what they actually did so I didn't look stupid and completely nuts. Morgan as before was a trainee nurse, Heather was studying to be a physiotherapist and worked part time in an ice-cream shop and Jamie was studying sports science and worked part time at a DVD hire store. Wait, a DVD hire store? When was the last time I saw one of those? I guessed 2012 before it closed too, and the building had a long time vacant with a 'For Lease' sign, before becoming one of those boutique fitness centers.

"Your Mum asked me to fill up the car," said Jamie as she drove further up the road and turned into a petrol station.

I nodded and wouldn't have paid much attention save for wondering how Jamie with her bare feet would walk across the dirty service station concrete, then noticed that she had a pair of flip-flop thongs on the car floor for her to wear. I then noticed something far more interesting -- the type of petrol station it was. The brand was Golden Fleece, a company gone for years. It of course was not a Golden Fleece brand service station yesterday, nor the day before, but clearly it was now. This also explained how I saw a car with a Golden Fleece sticker the other night. Obviously this iconic Australian brand still existed in this strange alternate reality. Which other brands still existed? And which familiar brands from the 'real' world did not? I had no idea.

Jamie put on her flip-flops and went to fill up the car, me noticing some teenage boys on bikes perving on her in her pretty cartoon rabbit pajamas and her red hair up in a pony-tail. They weren't the only ones perving. At a nearby bowser a guy in his 30s was so absorbed in looking at Jamie as he filled up the car that it started to overflow. His heavily pregnant wife, trying to sort out a squabble between their toddler son and daughter in the back of the car, was anything but impressed by the situation.

I looked up Scott's social media, trying to figure out why he had become a cop instead of going into IT which had always been his passion. There were no apparent clues, but there were plenty of photos of him and Vicki together. One was at Byron Bay with the happy young couple holding hands with the lighthouse and blue sea in the background. Another was at the Gold Coast Hinterland and the scenic town of Mount Tambourine. Clearly it looked like a Sunday, the main street bustling as Scott and Vicki enjoyed some fudge together. There were other photos clearly taken the same day, one of Scott's parents who looked exactly the same. Also exactly the same was Scott's older sister Louise, her husband Mark and their young son and daughter.

Swiping through my phone, I looked up myself, and was relieved to see that I was still an accounting student who worked at the same department store and the same shopping center as before. It was fortunate in this reality I wasn't a trainee air traffic controller, or three years into medical school. Fuck that would have been a disaster.

A knock on the car's window made me jump, and to my relief it was Jamie, back from paying for the fuel. She laughed at the success of her practical joke, then came around and got into the driver's seat and started it up. Driving out of the service station, Jamie stopped for traffic, and I looked out the window at the large man walking towards the car, masticating a jam and cream-filled donut, some of the jam dripping on his tee-shirt through which his enormous stomach protruded. A tee-shirt that showed considerable stains from mud -- oh shit!

I looked out the car window and saw the fat man, the fat man looked into the car and saw me, and it was fortunate Jamie got a break in the traffic and took it, because the fat guy was not happy to see me again. And he wasn't about to let it go either.

"You!" he roared at me, shaking his fist and bellowing after the car. "You again! Get out of that car right now and come here so I can smash you! You heard me you asshole, get over here now piece of shit! I'm coming to get you! Do you hear me, you fucking dickhead? I'm going to kill you!"

Jamie glanced in the rear-view mirror as the enraged fat man, his face bright red and contorted with fury, but his voice was fading now as she drove away, increasing her speed.

"What did you do to upset Jabba the Hutt back there?" she asked.

"I um -- kind of splashed him with water when I cycled over," I said, wondering if the furious fat man existed in the real world, and if he did, what was his alternate personality like?

"Wow, he doesn't like you," Jamie said, shaking her head.

"No," I agreed, hoping I would not encounter him again.

Jamie laughed, seeming to read my mind. "Don't worry, I think all you would have to do if he came to get to you would be walk away briskly."

"I hope so," I said. Now it was my turn to laugh. "I like what you said, about him looking like Jabba the Hutt."

"Yeah, I think they could have designed Jabba the Hutt using him," Jamie agreed.

"I heard they designed the character from a cane toad," I said.

Jamie looked blankly at me. "What's a cane toad?"

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised given everything else that had happened, but it was still strange to hear this, especially from a Queenslander. Hastily, I looked up cane toads on my phone and showed the images to Jamie while she was stopped at a traffic light.

My cousin recoiled. "Ugh, what an ugly creature. I mean I love frogs, but those toads are just horrible. Like you said, just like Jabba the Hutt. I wouldn't want to meet one for real."

"I don't blame you," I said, reading an article on my phone about how cane toads were found in countries in Central and South America close to the tropics. There was however no mention of the invasive amphibians being introduced to Australia to control beetles in the sugar cane plantations of Queensland, and in the decades since then becoming a serious pest across the state, and spreading into the Northern Territory, Western Australia and New South Wales too.

"Adam is going to end up looking like Jabba the Hutt the way he is going," said Jamie. "That's if he's my brother this week, he might be my sister, or my non-binary hermaphrodite sibling with no clear gender, who uses these stupid they and them pronouns."

"Wait, what does Adam do?" I asked, still thinking about the Adam I knew, the arrogant, fit, very masculine male, with no sense of enjoyment for fiction at all.

"It's this new thing, Adam wants us to refer to him as them or they," said Jamie. "Like Mum will ask, 'Where is Adam?' and Dad or I are supposed to reply 'They're outside in the garden' rather than 'He's outside in the garden'. It's fucking stupid. Even Adam wanting us to refer to him as a girl was better than this."

"That sounds absolutely insane," I said.

"Yeah, tell me about it," said Jamie. "I mean, that nonsense was driving me so nuts at home, that's why I moved in with you guys. Adam was told so many times not to dress up in my clothes especially my underwear, if he wants to do that he has his own female clothes to wear. And look at the size of me and the size of him, it's ridiculous and creepy him trying to wear my bras and my knickers."

I was still getting used to Adam been a fat-ass in this reality as well as his younger brother now being a girl, so I nodded. "Yeah, it sounds creepy."

"And Adam's flabby man boobs are bigger than my natural boobs anyway," joked Jamie. "Creepiest though is where he was wearing my used period pads, you know getting them out of the garbage and putting them on, so that he can experience menstruation for himself."

"What?" I gasped.

"Yeah, creepy and inappropriate, not to mention gross and unhygienic," said Jamie. "I mean, one day I was on my period and I had to go to the toilet at school. I was trying to hurry between classes and combined with poor quality toilet paper, I didn't wipe my bottom properly and when I get home and change my pad there's two types of stains on it, I'll spare you the details. But later that night, we catch Adam wearing that same napkin after I'd thrown it out. Disgusting! I sometimes feel bad about moving out of home and leaving Mum and Dad to deal with Adam on their own. Mum's a nervous wreck half the time and he drives Dad absolutely bonkers, but I just couldn't take any more of that crap."

"I can understand that," I said.

"Adam needs to come out of the fictional world he lives in," said Jamie. "Even if it wasn't the tranny stuff, as you know he's always into fantasy and science fiction way too much. I mean, I like those sort of movies and books too, but I know its fiction. Adam though ..." Jamie shook her head, and allowed her voice to trail off.

"What's he up to now?" I was interested by how different Adam was in my new reality and what sort of things he did.

"Instead of looking for a job he's been writing these Star Wars fan fiction stories about how there was this boy from a galaxy far, far away who knew he was a girl, and one day he was transformed not only into a girl, but a powerful girl Jedi." Jamie shook her head and laughed. "Adam is convinced that studios are going to love his stories, convert them into screenplays and we'll have new Star Wars movies. I keep telling him, Star Wars is over, it's finished, four movies and that's your lot. There hasn't been a new Star Wars movie since 1999, and for obvious reasons there never will be another one."

"Four Star Wars movies? And none since 1999?" I was dumbfounded.

"Yeah, well Episodes four, five and six obviously -- Star Wars, Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi - from the late 70s and early 80s," said Jamie.

"What about the prequels, episodes one, two and three?" I asked. "And the new Star Wars movies since then?"

Again, Jamie laughed. "Prequels? Seriously Corey, I think this morning the real you was replaced by a clone from a galaxy far, far away. They never got made, you know they got stuck in development hell. The only Star Wars movie outside of the main three is Rogue Squad, in 1999. Oh well, technically five, there was that awful holiday special from the 1970s that no-one likes, not even my brother. Strangely though some guy asked to hire it the other day, we had to tell him sorry it's not in stock."

'Great, so even in this reality the Star Wars Holiday Special still exists,' I thought to myself. But what of this other strange Star Wars movie Jamie had mentioned?

"Rogue Squad?"

Jamie nodded. "Yeah, you know the one. They actually filmed it on the Gold Coast, where the Rebels have to get the Death Star plans? It's a really good movie, well you should know, you've seen it heaps of times. Claire Danes played the main role."

It didn't sound like a movie I had seen, but it did sound very much like an upcoming Star Wars movie I was looking forward to seeing when it was released -- about Christmas this year. Again, it seemed best to say very little and so I looked up this movie -- now 17-years-old -- online and saw that it was indeed very much as Jamie had described. It did indeed have an impressive cast from Australia and New Zealand among its credits, Guy Pearce playing the role of an Imperial military director charged with building the new Death Star. Some returned from the original films -- James Earl Jones as Darth Vader notably. The role of Grand Moff Tarkin had been taken over by English actor Jeremy Irons, with the original actor Peter Cushing having died and would have been too old to resurrect the role by the late 1990s anyway. I would indeed have to watch this 1999 movie I had apparently seen many times for the first time when I got a chance.

"I wonder why they never made the first three chapters of Star Wars?" I mused.

"Some of the guys at work are huge Star Wars nerds," said Jamie. "They were saying that nobody could come up with cohesive screenplays for the first three stories, working to a budget was a challenge given what they wanted to accomplish and there were doubts about how fans would react to three movies where the outcome was already known, even though Rogue Squad was a big success. Then when George Lucas died, any chance of further Star Wars movies died with him."

"But George Lucas isn't dead," I said. I really should have known better as I looked him up on my phone, and saw that in this reality he had died in 2003 from post-surgery complications after an appendectomy. I tried to appear casual in my reply. "Oh wait, yes he is, sometimes you forget famous people died, or you think they have died and they turn out to be still alive."

Jamie nodded in agreement. "I know the feeling. Like when Marilyn Monroe died a few weeks ago, I thought she had died years ago."

My eyes went wide as I looked up the Hollywood screen legend, and saw that instead of dying years ago at a young age in 1962, Marilyn Monroe had in fact died in March 2016 at the age of 89, and a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. I couldn't believe it, but reminded myself that I now lived in a world where 9/11 didn't happen either, and the North and South Towers of the World Trade Center were still the dominant feature on the Manhattan skyline.

Thinking more about this and trying to imagine a world without 9/11, I put in the date of September 11 2001, the World Trade Center, Pentagon, New York City and Emergency into my phone's search function, not expecting anything to come up. To my surprise it did yield a result. Apparently American documentary film-maker Michael Moore had been having some sort of business meeting in the Windows of the World Restaurant in the North Tower that fateful Tuesday morning when he was overcome with chest pains, collapsed with a heart attack and died pretty much instantly, despite the efforts of people trying to administer first aid paramedics called to the Twin Towers. So Michael Moore's documentaries of the 2000s obviously couldn't exist in this reality either. Interesting.

Jamie turned into our street and said, "Well as for the Star Wars prequel movies my brother might be heartbroken they were never made, but it might be best they never saw the light of day."

"How's that?" I asked.

"Well, some of the guys at work showed me some stills and rare video clips of some early work on the first prequel movie before production was shut down. They were posted on a Star Wars fan site. Anyway, they have this prototype of this bizarre creature - sort of like a huge humanoid lizard or a dinosaur -- running around and talking in a strange voice." Jamie paused and laughed. "Could you imagine what it would have been like if that creature had appeared in an actual movie?"

"As a matter of fact, I think I can," I said, as Jamie pulled into the driveway, used the remote to open the garage door and brought the car to a stop.

Going into the house, I again felt I was seeing a ghost as Cougar joined Panther at the living room windows, the cats interested in our arrival home. We went inside and were greeted first by Heather. My tall, brunette stepsister was still barefoot, but now in her underwear, a white bra to go with her white panties with blue flowers. I could see the outline of Heather's nipples in her bra, her enormous tits pressing at the fabric and barely restrained.

"So, are you feeling a bit better Corey?" Heather asked.

I nodded. "I think so."

Jamie grinned her mischievous smile. "I think I helped him with that." She inserted her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, clearly indicating what she had done.

Heather was amused. "Yes Jamie, I can well believe that."

I then heard another voice from the kitchen. "Hey Corey, get your backside in here. What are you thinking, making me and the girls worry like that?" She laughed, clearly she was messing around, and wasn't annoyed.

Again, I thought that I had not met my mother in this new reality, although her voice was exactly the same as before. My heart pounding in my chest, I walked to the kitchen not knowing what to expect, then stopped short.

Mum was standing at the kitchen bench, drinking coffee. She looked the same as yesterday, long blonde hair, a pretty face with blue eyes that looked to be an older version of Morgan, and a tall, slim figure very good for a mother aged in her mid-40s.

But what surprised me was what my mother was wearing. Mum's nudity was covered only by a towel, which seemed precarious around her large breasts and left her with no margin for error around her bottom, Mum's long legs down to her bare feet completely exposed.

"How are you feeling now Corey?" Mum asked.

I didn't answer because I was too busy looking at the stranger who stood behind her. A very tall, handsome young black man probably about 30-years-old, African in appearance, dressed in a tank-top and boxer shorts that showcased his fit body.

The young black man spoke to me. "Hey Corey man, you had your Mum worried, the girls worried and me worried too. Hope you're feeling okay now? I mean what's all that with the daylight savings?" His voice was unusual, he was well spoken and his voice clearly showed an African origin, but there was something else in there too -- French perhaps?