Nevyn went to the window and watched the boy leave through the front door and run the few feet that separated their houses. He was no doubt thinking of barricading the door, trying to come up with some plan or other to keep him out. He had not had this much fun in, well, a very, very long time. Nevyn was going to enjoy it, while at the same time getting to the bottom of why he couldn't possess this 18 year old kid named Derek.
Ever since Nevyn was an adolescent, he had been able to possess anyone at any time by touching any part of them, whether by bare skin or through clothes, didn't matter. His consciousness would transfer in an instant, but in that instant, his new host would shudder from head to toe during the exchange. He gathered this was the only time he could be detected. Well, that and when a certain amount of time had passed and he had to reassert control. During those moments, his host would shudder again while he reasserted himself as the dominant tenant. The time this took varied person to person, but usually was around thirty minutes or less. Derek had witnessed both these things, Nevyn transferring hosts, and having to maintain his consciousness in a host. He hadn't just witnessed it, however, he had been a part of it, as Nevyn had continually hopped between the next door neighbor mother and daughter and fucked him silly.
Derek also saw the suggestibility Nevyn had over a host he had recently exited. He could make someone he had recently hopped act on certain impulses, like continuing an action Nevyn had started even if he had moved on to another body. That effect lasted in tandem with how long he had inhabited that host's body. What Derek didn't know however, was that the longer Nevyn was in someone, the longer time between shudders. He would use that to his advantage since he planned on playing the long game. He had stayed in some hosts for months, even years, but that's when he had been on a power trip. This was purely for knowledge, and pleasure. He'd start as soon as possible.
Derek ran next door to his house and locked the door. He ran to the back and locked that door too. He was in the middle of checking the windows when his twin sister, Aubrey, came downstairs. She was still in her pajamas, having stayed home from school. In his highly aroused state, he realized immediately that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her youthful, perky nipples were jutting out of the soft fabric. She had soft brown hair that fell to her shoulders and was tousled from being in bed all day, but she still looked good. She had such an attractive figure and an amazing personality to match that Derek sometimes wondered if many of his friends came over to hang with him or hit on his sister. He made an effort to look her in the eye, and managed a shaky, "Hey Bri, feeling any better?"
"Yeah," she said sluggishly. "I think it was just one of those 24 hour bugs. And I think it's been 25 hours now. But I still feel like a truck hit me."
"Oh, that's good, that's good," Derek said while looking distractedly out the living room window. "Hey where's mom?"
"Um," Aubrey gave her brother a concerned look. "She should be back any minute, had a last minute package to send out."
Derek's mother worked from home buying and reselling items she found online. It wasn't great money, often not even good money but it made her happy. Besides, it was their father who brought in the big bucks. As Derek continued to stare out the window, his sister asked, "Is everything alright with you?"
"Yeah, just want to make sure mom gets home okay." Derek said, trying and failing to sound casual.
"Okay, weird. A bit sweet but still weird. I'm going to go drink a gallon of soup." And Aubrey shuffled off to the kitchen.
Derek's mother pulled into their driveway minutes later, and his eyes followed her every step to the door. She moved with the confidence of an older woman who knows she looks good. She was as fit as her 18 year old daughter, but with a larger bust that barely sagged and a larger posterior that her husband couldn't keep his hands off of when he was home. She turned the key in the lock and entered. Nancy Johnson immediately found herself under the intense scrutiny of her son. Her brow furrowed. This was new. "Hi, Derek. Can I help you with something?"
"Just wanted to.. hang out with you for awhile mom," Derek needed to keep his eyes on her for the next hour. "Let's play a game. We haven't played a game in ages." The rest of the night he never saw her shudder. It was the same with his sister, and then his father when he finally came home from work.
As Derek lay in bed that night, he thought, "Maybe Nevyn was just messing with me. Maybe...maybe he understands that my family should be off limits... I'll just have to stay vigilant for awhile." Derek did just that as he and his sister went to school the next day. He fully expected to run into Nevyn in the guise of a classmate or teacher, but he either wasn't there, or was avoiding detection.
Unfortunately for Derek, Nevyn was about to put his plan into action. He was now back in Derek's next door neighbor, Mrs. Roberts, and was going to pay a visit to Derek's mom, Mrs. Johnson. He approached the front door and rang the bell. He heard movement from inside, and then the door opened.
Before Mrs. Johnson could utter a word of greeting, Mrs. Roberts reached out and took her hand. Nevyn felt the familiar feeling, like slipping through a wet tunnel, as his consciousness passed through the conduit made by the physical contact. His consciousness immediately became dominant inside Mrs. Johnson, and hers became dormant, almost like it was in a deep sleep, yet still aware in its most primal sense. All this took just a moment, and caused his new host body to shudder at the transfer. It merely looked like someone who had caught a chill. He then looked at Mrs. Roberts, and in Mrs. Johnson's voice said, "Go check the mail Mrs. Roberts, and forget you came here today."
