Running back to my room

Hearing a voice inside my head that wasn't mine was... deeply unsettling to say the least. I yelped and practically jumped up in the air, almost slipping and falling down in the process. "What the fuck?" I whispered-thought- I'm not quite sure what, but the voice just giggled. Fuck, even that was enough to make little shivers shoot up my spine as I looked around for it's source, much to Mom and Aunt Heather's confusion, but there was nobody around me, it really was in my head.

"What, I thought you would've liked it, watching your mother and aunt like that." It-no, she said. The voice belonged to a woman, a ridiculously attractive woman, if her voice was anything to go by. Despite the shock coursing through my body, my cock hadn't stopped throbbing, hell, it had just grown harder. Right now, my pants were straining, almost as if they were about to tear in half from the pressure of holding it back in.

"Is something wrong, Andreas?" Mom asked, her facing shadowed with concern, but I couldn't find any words to answer her. All of my brainpower was focused on trying to find the source, but all of my efforts were fruitless. If anything, they just amused the voice, making her chuckle.

"I-I uh, I n-need to g-go," I stammered, tripping over my words as I turned around and ran back to my room, the laughs of the voice growing louder as I shut the door behind me and locked it.

Fuck, this was crazy. Fuck, I was crazy. Schizophrenia, that's what they call it, right? Hearing voices that aren't there, seeing things that weren't happening. Shit, what if I had been seeing things and Mom and Aunt Heather were just sleeping together. Me being insane made much more sense than whatever the fuck was going on.

"Andreas, you're not insane," The woman said, her words piercing through my thoughts like a hot knife through butter. Jesus Christ, why was her voice so attractive. I'd never been a fan of ASMR stuff, or whatever those kind of audios were called, but her words were more than enough to make my dick throb. Her voice had a sultry tone, slow like honey but as sweet as caramelized sugar, and there was a subtle smoky rasp that showed itself in her laughs and giggles.

I quickly walked over to the cabinet, ignoring the fact that there was another voice inside my head, and started to dig for the zip-lock where I kept all of my medicine. I had to have an ibrobrufen or something around, something that could send me to sleep right away.

The voice clicked her tongue, "Sleeping's not going to help you, Andreas, you're the one who summoned me."

In an instant, my body froze. "What do you mean?" I asked, my vision starting to blur at the edges as I started to realize what she was implying.