In the sanctuary of his room, Scottie sat on the corner of his bed, naked, holding the pile of clothes and the remote. He stared at it, shaking his head.
“What the fuck was I thinking,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
Looking at the remote, the display still read ADULT. Nodding to himself in thought, he knew it was time to return. He tapped the up arrows, watching the screen change until he found STANDARD.
“Shit,” he said. “That’s gotta be it.”
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed ENTER.
A rapid wave of static washed over him, and then as quickly as it started, it fizzled out.
Opening his eyes, he found himself in his room once more.
Scottie chuckled, then laughed. Talk about a wild ride. He stood, tossing the remote up and down in his hand, testing the weight and wondering what could be in store.
“Nice ass,” he heard behind him.
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Chapter 5: Shaking Up The Family Tree.
For the second time in mere minutes, fear washed over him as he heard a voice from behind him. Scottie turned, dropping the remote and his bundles of clothes to reflexively cover his privates with his hands.
Sitting at his computer desk in the corner of the room, patiently, quietly, was Hannah, still wearing her baseball shorts, still in her black sports bra and she still wore that glare that appeared to be reserved for only her brother.
“Where did you zip off to?” she asked. Her tone was dry.
“Hannah! What the fuck?! What are you doing in my room?” Scottie said as he sideways stepped to his bed, then sat quickly.
She strummed her fingernails across his desk.
“I came downstairs to talk but couldn’t find you. After seeing the remote was missing, I figured you used it like I did. So, sooner or later, I knew you would end up here.” She stood, crossed the room and stood in front of him. Crossing her arms, she made no effort to hide looking him up and down in his bare state. “Where did you go?”
“Hannah, please. Do you think I can at least let me put something-“
“No,” she said sternly.
“Can I at least-” he pleaded louder.
“No.”
“But it’s my-“
“Scottie, no.” She stood like granite, sure and unmoving.
Scottie deflated. “Jeez, Porno-You was much nicer,” he mumbled.
“… What did you say?” she whispered.
His eyes went wide, fearing the ramifications of his slip.
“Nothing,” he said.
“That wasn’t nothing. Say it again!”
Scottie feared looking up to her but somehow found the courage. He saw not a fire in her eyes but a smoldering heat ready to erupt if the breeze was just right.
“… I just said… the other you was nicer, that’s all.”
Hannah leaned in, slowly. She knew what she heard.
“You went there, didn’t you.”
Her brother looked away from her eyes. Hannah knew what this meant. She was the first to go, to experience whatever that place really was. If it was the same for him as it had been for her… That would mean that he found her there, just as she had found him.
Being so close to him, Hannah was suddenly aware of his scent. It washed over her like a wave. Memories of depraved acts flooded her brain as she recalled her own accidental journey into that… place. Her body responding, skin tight with goosebumps. Her nipples hardened remembering his touch. And below, she felt a knot begin to grow, unwind and burn as her panties began to grow wet.