He heads to his room and finds an unexpected visitor…

I decided to head upstairs and see what I could find. I reached the landing and was hit by a discordant note. From underneath my own room’s door I could see a light. This shouldn’t be, I froze on the landing trying to think about who the Hell it could be.

I approached my own door and placed my ear upon the cold wood. I could hear nothing. I stood there for a while, trying my best to hear anything, but whoever it was, they were being incredibly quiet.

I opened my door slowly, nervously, as my mind raced. I hoped it was Amy. Her groping earlier had been one of the single most exciting moments of my life. My cock pulsed in my pants in agreement.

My door opened wide, unveiling Nadine. She sat at my computer with her eyes locked to the screen. I panicked at the invasion of my privacy, but I said nothing as I entered my room, quietly closing the door behind me.

I headed towards her and she continued staring at the screen, unmoving despite my obvious entry. I reached her, standing behind her as she sat at my pc chair, and I saw that she had a word document up on the screen.

“We need to talk,” she whispered, still staring intently at my work. She had taken it upon herself to read my story, reaching the point that ‘Mark’ was in the shower with ‘Sarah’.

“I told you it was erotica,” I stammered quietly.

“Yeah, you did,” she said, turning the chair to face me as I sat on my bed behind her, “but, how the hell did you see me the other day?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t act dumb,” she hissed as confused anger clouded her face, “the shower? My bedroom?!”

“I can explain,” I sputtered as her anger had begun to build, she was still trying to keep her voice quiet, but I feared what would happen if Mom heard her right now.

“Explain then,” she stated, her demeanour dropping into one of icy calmness.

“Well, I, er, um,” I hesitated.

“You fucking perv!” she hissed, spitting the final word out venomously.

“I’m sorry!” I pleaded, “I, er, things have been interesting for me over the past few days.”

“Oh, yeah,” she gestured to the screen, “really fucking interesting. There’s stuff on there that you couldn’t possibly know.”

“I guessed,” I replied, clearly not believing the words I was saying.

She snorted in derision.

“Don’t fucking lie now or I’m going to tell Mom,” she locked eyes with mine, “that was a really interesting fucking chapter.”

“Don’t!” I pleaded, thinking fast, “look, let me show you something. I promise it will make it all make sense.”

I reached over her and began scrolling through the document, heading all the way back to the introduction. A hopeful thought popped into my head that, if she had read that far this quickly, she clearly hadn’t hated the story.

“Look,” I pointed at the screen, “this, this is all true.”

She looked at the screen for a split second before bursting out laughing.

“Yeah, right,” she said, her disbelief apparent.

I smiled and opened up an internet browser, I searched quickly and found the local news station’s website. I opened the story about the robbery.

“Read that,” I said, pointing to the picture of a smiling Mona that was now on the screen.

Nadine turned and began scanning the text, her eyes opening wide in confusion as she reached the bottom. Whilst her back was turned I activated my powers.

Nadine turned and saw a floating pair of jogging pants and a ghostly vest top and her mouth opened wider still.

“What. The. Fuck,” she mouthed, not quite managing to voice the words.

Her hands reached forward, shaking, and grabbed at where she guessed my arm was, finding a solid form that she could not quite see.

“I told you so,” I said as my voice quavered in fearful anxiety.

She slumped in the seat, staring at my floating clothing.

We stood there for a long time, her eyes never leaving my illusory form, and I waited patiently for her to process this turn of events.

Deciding it was the right time I deactivated my power in front of her, allowing her to see my split-second transformation from floating clothing to nervous and concerned little brother.

“Shit,” she whispered as her eyes scanned my entire body, “it’s fucking real.”

“Yeah,” I grinned nervously.

She punched my arm.

“Ouch!” I grunted, rubbing my arm where she had thumped me.

“That’s for fucking perving on me,” she smiled, slumping back into the seat.

“Fair enough,” I grinned sheepishly in return, “so, what now?”