The Search For Tiffany Continues! (Also, Full-Recovery from CORONA BABYYYY)

You sat by silently as you watched over a distant memory you haven't visited in a long while.

Shelly came over to your table with a smug smirk, laying an arm on Past John's head like an arm-chair and asking, "Hey, baby dweeb. Scare off any girls with your creepy vibes yet?"

"Hey, Shelly." Past John greeted back casually, not even acknowledging the arm smudging against his face as he continued, "Apparently not. I managed to make some friends here at this table.

Shelly raised a curious eyebrow before facing up to see three others sitting at the table with Past John.

The other three at the table awkwardly waved at her, as Conner gave a cautious, "Hello there...?"

Shelly gave a hard look at the three, before setting her eyes at the last one at the table and widening her eyes, "Traci? You sit with underclassmen?"

"Hey, Shells." Traci, the longer-haired brunette at the table replied embarrassingly, "Yeah, this is where I've been sitting for the past couple of days..."

"Scarlett was wondering where you've been hiding every lunch period." Shelly commented, before asking, "Why are you hanging out with my lame little brother?"

"Oh, is he your brother? I thought the last name Doe was just a coincidence!" Traci seemed surprised at this new fact, "You two don't look anything alike!"

"I got my birth mom's hot genes while John got the lame dad genes." She shrugged, ruffling Past John's hair. "It's a genetic lottery, I know, but we are related. Sadly."

Shelly actually seemed genuinely disappointed when she added the word sadly at the end there. You always assumed it was because she was just teasing you about being related, but knowing what you know now with your recent incestuous relationship with her, could it be that Shelly was actually disappointed for an entirely different reason altogether?

You gave a tired sigh, remembering the last moments that happened before you went to sleep tonight. "God, I am not looking forward to confronting Mom about what she saw yesterday."

Something for you to handle once you wake up, without the memories of the dreams to burden you. Right now, Tiffany took precedent over that.

Past John shoved Shelly's hand away from him as Traci coo'ed at our interaction, "Aw! You guys seem to get along great! It's so cute."

"Are we living in the same reality? How are you not seeing what I'm seeing right now?" Past John asked rhetorically, his sarcastic edge still as sharp as ever.

"So, to answer your question, I've been sitting here to hang around with my little sister. I figured she’d like some familiar company, that’s all.” Traci explained, gesturing to the girl in the purple hoodie next to her. “Say hi, Tubs!”

Tabitha awkwardly readjusted her glasses after being put on the spot, but muttered a quiet, “...llo.”

“Sorry, she’s not good with new faces.” Track apologized on her sister's behalf.

“Tubs.” Shelly repeated to herself with a nod, “Not the name I’d ever name my kid, but hey, different strokes for different folks.”

“...not my name.” Tabitha mumbled grumpily, before turning to her sister with a glare, “Did you really need to introduce me with that stupid nickname? It makes me feel fat and ugly.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Traci patted her sister’s head in a motherly fashion, “You are fat and ugly.”

Tubs could only give a deadpanned expression in response.

With a giggle, Traci held her hands up teasingly, “I’m kidding! God, you know it’s just an affectionate nickname. We use it because we love you!”

“I don’t feel loved.” Her sister muttered back.

Shelly gave an intrigued look at the two, before abruptly turning to face Conner and asking, “So how about you? What’s your story?”

“Uh...” Conner mumbled with a shrug, “Other tables didn’t like me because I’m smarter than them. John was the only one who didn’t care, so he let me sit at this table. Not a long story.”

Shelly then turned to Past John with a disappointed frown, “So you basically started the table for outcasts. Knowing you, I bet you didn’t even do it on purpose. You just somehow magically willed it into existence.”

“Must have been pretty effective, considering you’ve decided to show up all of a sudden.” Past John casually replied back, “Did your new boyfriend dump you in front of his friends already?”

Shelly, not one to let a jab like that go free, then proceeded to put Past John in a stranglehold and began **** him to ****, “For your information, I came here to visit you out of the kindness of my heart! You should be thanking your big sister for even daring to let others see you within my good graces!”

“Kfjsosmcm” Past John replied triumphantly, struggling to break free.

Shelly glanced away awkwardly, before letting him go and admitting, “But yes, Travis did break up with me. I wanted to come here and let out all my frustrations on you.”

“You’ve been dating Travis? You know he’s a pig, right?” Traci commented in surprise, “If the girls that date him don’t get naked for him on the third date, he treats them like garbage.”

“Yeah, found out the hard way. No need to rub it in.” Shelly said exasperated, before settling down next to Past John, “Welp, since I’ve been officially outcasted as well, it’s gonna be my duty to sit here with the rest of you guys in order to keep my brother company.”

“Oh joy. More time to spend with you.” Past John said tonelessly, beginning to eat his salad, “As if I didn’t get sick enough of you back home already.”

Still somehow seeing their sibling dynamic as endearing, Traci gave another giggle, before saying, “Well, I guess as long as no other table accepts you, you’re welcome to sit at the ‘outcasts’ table for as long as you like.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling ourselves now?” Conner asked in complete seriousness. “I can get started with, like, a sign and some t-shirts for all of us to wear. It’ll be fun to act like an exclusive club.”

“Yeah, I’m not wearing no damn shirt outing myself as an outcast.” Shelly immediately butted in with her disapproval.

The rest of the lunch period played out similarly until the bell rang, and all of them left to get to their next class.

You sat there wistfully, watching them leave as memories of all your time spent together came back to you, like a nostalgic outbreak.

You wondered if Shelly still remembered the group or not. She liked to play as the easygoing Han Solo drifter type, but deep down, you figured she might have held this group in a special place in her heart.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts though, focusing back on the task at hand. You've been distracted long enough, and the dream isn't going to last forever.

So, first things first. You're almost entirely certain that Tiffany was somewhere within the confines of these old memories with your old lunch group. How this was possible and how you managed to forget about her, you had absolutely no idea. This was your only lead left though, and if you can't figure this out tonight, you'd have to wait again until the next night just to be able to resume where you left off. Or worse, you'd have to resign yourself to going back to Tiffany's dream woefully unprepared as you take another crack at banishing her Inner Demon.

That'll be the last resort only if you have no other options.

"Let's see, when and where does Tiffany come to play here?" You asked yourself, deep in thought.

The time frame for this memory was substantially longer compared to the two months' worth of memories you had to traverse through earlier. This was basically an entire year of memories for you, since you've hung out with your old lunch group practically every school day until you all moved up a grade.

Still, you had no other choice. You can only pray to whatever was watching over you that you weren't leading yourself on a wild goose chase here.

Taking a deep breath, you sighed and tossed your remote in the air before it spun back on a string attached to your finger like a yoyo. Pulling out your imaginary timeline editor, you set up two new points.

Memory starts when you're hanging out with your lunch group at any time, even when it's not even lunch period.

Memory ends at the end of the year when you've all graduated and moved on up a grade.

"Holy convoluted identity hunt, Batman! We sure gots load of memories to sift through before we get to the bottom of this mystery!" You told yourself in a nasal-pitched voice.

"You can say that again, Robin! Who knows if we'll be able to finish this in time before Christmas!" You replied back with a stern manly voice.

...

"It's so lonely without having someone play off my quips." You muttered depressingly.

---

Memory one...

"Whatever! You're a bunch of neanderthals anyway! You wouldn't know a stimulating conversation topic if it bit you in the face!"

You raised an eyebrow at the shouting, turning around to find Conner angrily stomping away from a bunch of obnoxious kids laughing behind his back.

Past John looked up from his empty table, giving a curious glance at the angry boy before resuming back to his lunch without a second thought.

To his surprise however, Conner actually decided to sit right across from him at his table, much to Past John's confusion.

Conner had a sad yet **** look on his face, as he depressingly sighed and asked, "Hi. I hope you don't mind if I sit here temporarily. I can't find any group here that's willing to accept me. You're pretty much the only table left that I could find."

Past John shrugged, "I don't care. Sit wherever you like."

"You don't mind?"

"I mean, I'd like to think I'm a pretty agreeable guy. If you can't fit in anywhere else, there are worse options than sitting at my table."

Conner gave a pleasantly surprised smile at this, before finally being able to eat his lunch in relative peace. Past John did the same, resuming his lunch in silence.

It took an awkward few minutes before Conner awkwardly clicked his tongue and randomly decided to ask, "Sooo... You into theoretical physics?"

"Uh..." Past John seemed confused on how to answer this, before settling on a simple, "No. Not even."

"Oh. That's cool." Conner turned away embarrassingly.

"God, I remember this..." You groaned, "Christ, he could barely hold up a conversation back then when we first met. It's amazing how he managed to change so much and became so confident over the years."

Compared to the recent memories of Conner you know later in the future, you'd never imagined this kid to become a charismatic academic genius. You're pretty sure you also remember that by the time you both graduated middle school, he went on to skip high school to go directly to college.

Still not about Tiffany though... You highly doubt she showed up during the early parts of the year before your lunch group even formed up.

Maybe you should add a new rule to the timeline.

Only show memories when a girl plays a huge part in it.

That should be enough to guarantee a higher chance of Tiffany showing up during the next memory.

Pulling your remote out again, you aimed it towards the sky as thunder and lightning sprang above you, granting you the energy to shout loudly, "I HAVE THE POOOOWEEEEEEEERRRR!"

Then you casually brought it down to press the skip button again.

You might be losing your mind slightly the longer you were in here. Hope that's not an unintended side effect that not even your subconscious was unaware of.

---

Memory two...

The first thing you saw was a pair of loose tits bouncing around in a shirt without a bra to hold them in place.

You blink for a second, before rubbing your eyes and backing away to get a clearer picture of the memory.

There, you realized that Past John was mindlessly staring at a familiar girl as she strutted down the hallways, completely oblivious to the stares directed her way.

Ah yes, your first impression of Traci back when you saw her for the first time. Still in eight-grade and already seemed to have a developed body that could turn heads fast enough to snap their necks.

"Of course, the first thing involving a girl would have been me perving on her." You rolled your eyes in aggravation, disappointed in your past self's lack of class.

Damn tweenage hormones.

Despite initial impressions though, the memory does appear to be leading somewhere as Traci was walking up to another familiar girl that you would soon get to know. Tabitha was just a few lockers away from you, coincidentally enough, and Past John was just close enough to unintentionally eavesdrop in the conversation as he continued to stare directly at Traci's orbs of underage fun.

"STOP THAT, IT'S GROSS FOR ME NOW SINCE EVERYONE IS UNDERAGE!" You shouted.

But Past John did not listen, he just kept on being a shameless pervert and staring at an older girl's tits like the bastard he was.

Sigh... Gonna need to censor this memory yourself, aren't ya?

It didn't take that much effort, but you still felt uncomfortable at the fact that you even needed to do this. You made a giant black rectangle puff into existence and carefully positioned it right in front of Traci so that it could cover her entire torso.

There. Now this chapter can't get reported for ****.

Probably.

You gave a knowing look to the people reading, before resuming your mission.

Traci curled a strand of her hair over her ear as she asked her little sister, "Tubs, how's it going? First few weeks in middle school treating you all right?"

Tabitha looked away shamefully and mumbled something too quiet for you to hear.

Traci sighed, "Not too good, huh? Look, I know you tend to be anti-social, but you're not gonna go anywhere in life by quietly ducking your head at the first sign of human contact. I get that you're scared of embarrassing yourself, but you need to have some more confidence in yourself."

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt..." Tabitha grumbled.

Traci rolled her eyes, "Better to hold up an actual conversation than to repeat random Abe Lincoln quotes to prove something."

"Actually, that's from Mark Twain."

"What? No, it's definitely Lincoln who said that."

Ha, amateurs. You know for a fact that both of those guys borrowed the saying from the Bible. You once read the entire thing when you were bored during an electrical outage. Boy oh boy, did it have some fucked up shit in there.

"Look, nevermind that-" Traci pushed the conversation back on topic, "The point is, how are you going to make any friends if you never put in the leg work?"

"It's not that easy, sis..." Tabitha sighed depressingly, "You're hot and funny, you get friends dropped on your lap day after day. No one wants to hang out with a tubby four-eyed loser."

"Oh please, you think it's because of my looks that I get friends all the time?" Traci scoffed, "Trust me, little sis, the people who try to be my friends because they see how huge my tits are- they're not the type of people you want to be friends with."

"I want huge tits though..."

"Look, that's neither here nor there- The point is," Traci continued on, "I don't just wait for friends to get dropped into my lap as you think. Contrary to what you believe, I actually need to put in the effort to get friends too! Real friends that will actually like me for my personality, not for my looks!"

"Seriously?" Tabitha groaned, "So even if I somehow became hot, I'd still need to work for it? That's way too stressful... Why can't I just get friends without needing to say a word?"

"That, Tubs, is what we call a mindless puppet." Traci flicked her little sister's forehead in reprimand, causing Tabitha to cry out in pain, "Nothing in life is free. To get something out of anything, you need to be willing to put something else back into it."

Tabitha sighed again, "I still think it'd be easier if I was hot like you first before doing anything stupid..."

"Oh please, some make-up and contact lenses and you'll be fine." Traci reassured, only to pause for a bit a poked her sister's stomach, "We definitely need to get you a gym membership though. Or at the very least, a new hobby that forces you to be active."

Tabitha groaned like a dying seal at the thought.

"On the point of friends though..." Traci looked up and surveyed the area before suddenly settling her eyes on you. Waving her hands up, she shouted, "Hey! Kid! Come over here!"

You turned around to see Past John's reaction, finding him dumbly point at himself in confusion.

Traci nodded, before gesturing Past John to come over.

Past John, still in doubt, looked behind him to see if she might have been referring to anyone other than him. When he saw that he was literally the only person that she could be talking to, he once again pointed to himself as if to ask if she was sure she was speaking to him.

Traci rolled her eyes before briskly walking up towards you.

As Traci got near you, Past John started to fumble with his words. As someone who had just been staring at her tits for so long, you have no doubt that Past John was probably thinking he was in trouble for his blatant voyeurism.

Traci didn't bother to stop and listen though, as she just grabbed his hand and pulled him over to Tabitha like a dog on a leash.

Settling Past John right in front of her sister, Traci went to introduce them to each other as if nothing weird just happened, "Random kid, meet my sister. She's having trouble making friends. You look like you're her age, so you think you can help her out?"

Past John gave a confused look at the two of them. Traci was smiling proudly to herself from ear to ear as if she just developed the cure for cancer itself. Tabitha was covering her face in embarrassment and shame, doing anything to avoid eye contact.

You couldn't help but snicker at this. Man, you can't believe that you've forgotten how much of a kooky girl Traci was. On top of being hot, she never behaved like most girls her age usually did. Back then, her eccentric behavior was enough to turn you off from her, despite her good looks. Now though, you can't help but feel a nice sense of nostalgia just from seeing it all over again.

"I... uh..." Past John mumbled awkwardly, "I'm not exactly good at making friends either, to be honest..."

"That's perfect!" Traci cheered excitedly, "That means you're both in the same ballpark! I'm sure you'll get along great!"

"Sis, please stop torturing me..." Tabitha cried out quietly.

"Go on then, talk to each other!" Traci insisted, pushing Past John closer towards Tabitha.

Both Past John and Tabitha awkwardly stood there silently as they stared at each other. With the situation **** on them without their consent, neither had any idea what to say to start things off.

Tabitha did her best to look down on the floor, pretending you didn't exist. Past John blinked dumbly to himself, wondering how he even managed to get into this situation in the first place.

"Karma for staring at her tits the whole time, bitch." You chuckled playfully.

Traci, with the patience of a saint, stood to the side with a massive excited smile that never seemed to leave her face, no matter how god-awfully long this awkward silence was going on.

Eventually, Past John was able to beat the silence back with an awkward cough, "I... um... I gotta get to class soon..."

Tabitha nodded in understanding, waiting for you to leave.

Traci's smile disappeared gradually, seeing no progress was being made.

Seeing neither of the girls stopping him, Past John then decided to tactlessly leave them both behind as he gathered his stuff at his locker.

"You suck." You jeered at your past self. It seriously couldn't have hurt to at least say hi or something? God, you were such a socially inept idiot back then. Thinking that to yourself, you then remembered, "Fuck, I'm still socially inept to this day."

"Why did you have to **** us to go through that?" You could hear Tabitha ask faintly as Past John walked away from the scene and headed to class.

"Sorry... I thought pushing a relationship out of nowhere would work..." Traci apologized.

"Please don't do something like that again... That was so embarrassing."

Then the scene disappeared as Past John turned the corner in the hallway.

Turning around to face him, you see him give a tired sigh. He briefly looked back, before shaking his head and going to class.

Well, that was awkward.

No sign of Tiffany anywhere either, which honestly made this whole thing suck even more.

"Man, I wish I was less apathetic back then." You mumbled.

As you continued to watch your past self get into situations, you found yourself becoming more bored and aggravated at your personality. Sometimes you can't help but feel like you're going through the memories of a piece of wood.

The fact that all these memories belong to you makes you all the more annoyed at yourself.

"God, if it wasn't for the dream powers, there'd be nothing else interesting about me."

Ah well, you weren't here to self-reflect on your past behavior. A memory of Tiffany and you being friends was out there somewhere, and you had no time to waste to find it. Better get moving to the next memory.

Taking off your X-men Cyclops mask, you used your laser vision to burn the memory away in order to transition over to the next one.

---

Meanwhile in the real world...

Shelly cautiously opened up her bedroom door, looking around to make sure no one was in the hallway in the middle of the night.

When she saw that the coast was clear, she hurriedly made her way across the hall to get to her brother's room. The door was locked, which was typical but nothing she couldn't handle.

Pulling out a hairpin from between her tits, Shelly expertly Mcgyvered the door unlocked before stepping inside. She's done this a couple of times now ever since John started locking her out of his room, so it was starting to get easier for her as she kept practicing.

Closing the door behind her, she solemnly looked over John as he slept soundly in his bed.

Shelly took a deep breath before sighing and walking over towards her little brother. Lowering herself to her knees, she carefully positioned herself closer to John and whispered, “Hey, John? You awake?”

No response.

Shelly tried a little harder, whispering louder this time as she said, “Hey, wake up lil bro.”

Nothing.

Shelly couldn’t help but chuckle at him. Since when the hell did he become such a heavy sleeper anyways? She could blow him over and over again and he still wouldn’t wake up until morning.

Or maybe he’s always been a heavy sleeper and she just hasn’t been paying attention until recently. Who knows?

Shelly smile sadly to herself, whisking her little brother’s hair behind his ears before cupping his cheek.

John seemed to enjoy the touch as he gave a content smile.

“We probably won’t be able to do this any longer...” Shelly said depressingly. “Once Mom stops freaking out, she’ll probably tell Dad everything she saw. No way either of us can make up any excuses to get out of that one, I think...”

John didn’t respond. Not like she was expecting him to anyway.

Shelly sighed, “Dad will probably freak out and get pissed about us. He’ll probably **** one of us away so that we don’t stay in contact with each other anymore. This might actually be the last time we’ll ever have the chance to be alone together...”

Just thinking about the future in store for her, it seriously put her in a funk. She hasn’t been able to get over the fact that she might not ever see her little brother again.

“I wonder if maybe if we could’ve started this relationship a couple years sooner... we might have been able to enjoy each other’s company for a lot longer.” Shelly shook her head with sad smile, “God, I wasted so many years acting like such a bitch... imagine how many times we could have had fun if wasn’t so hesitant about it.”

Shelly frowned again, feeling a deep wave of guilt overwhelming her.

“Sorry for not being the best sister towards you, little brother... Sorry for wasting so much time together...” Shelly sighed depressingly, “Sorry for roping you into my **** escapade in the first place... if only I could’ve controlled myself, we might have been able to get away with all this... I could have given you so many more blowjobs down the line if I didn’t screw things up for both of us...”

John didn’t respond back, all of her words falling on deaf ears. Shelly continued on anyway, not caring that she was practically talking to herself.

“I’m glad we could have spent our last moments having some awesome sexy fun though. I don’t regret everything we’ve done together. I just wished we could have gotten the opportunity to do much more...”

Shelly decided to climb on top of his bed and laying her head right beside her little brother on his pillow, carefully watching him sleep and engraining the image into her memories.

“Remember when you asked me if I was in love with you? And I said that I wasn’t?” Shelly asked, “I’ve been thinking about it... and I found out that I might have been lying. It sounds silly, finding out for myself that I was lying after the fact, but it’s the only way I could describe it. I think I might actually love you. Way more than any normal sister should feel towards her own brother.”

Shelly turned John’s head to face her, before trailing her hand down his body.

“I wish we had more time, little brother. But this is going to be the last time I’ll ever get to do this for you. I really want to make this last one count...”

Her hand went further down, feeling up every inch of his body before stopping directly on top of his groin. It was hard and stiff as ever. Just the way she liked it.

“Let me be a little bit selfish this one time, okay?” Shelly asked, her breath growing more husky, “I know you don’t like it, but I just want our last time to be special for me... if you don’t mind, then please don’t wake up...”

Waiting for a second to herself, almost as if she was waiting for him to suddenly pop his eyes open and tell her to stop, she braced herself for some sort of rejection from him.

It never came. John continued to sleep, blissfully unaware of his body being taken advantage of.

Shelly smiled guiltily, “Thanks. I love you, baby brother.”

With that, Shelly brought her face closer to John as she smushed her lips on his and pulled his pajama pants down to pull his cock out.

Shelly moaned in excitement, enjoying the warm lips on her tongue as she began stroking her brother’s cock in her hand, feeling it twitch with energy in her fingers.

Pulling away for a moment, Shelly took a moment to take a breather, lustfully staring at her brother before exclaiming, “I’m going to put you inside of me, okay? I promise I’ll do my best to make you cum in my mouth though, so don’t worry about impregnating me or something like that.”

John couldn’t respond, his conscious self still hiding within the depths of his mind as he does god knows what in there.

Shelly took that as invitation to let her do whatever she wanted though, repositioning herself so that her mouth would be directly on top of his erect cock.

Shelly didn’t hesitate to swallow it down like all the other times she’s snuck into his room. But instead of gorging on his incestuous cock in order to fulfill her blowjob fetish, she was instead going to bob her head a few times and get his cock in her throat in order to lubricate it and get it ready for another special entrance.

A part of her wanted to keep sucking though, something she almost had no self control over. Her head continued to bob on his cock, even long after it was wet and lubricated.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to blow inside her mouth. Like all the other times she’s done this, she dutifully swallowed everything down her throat without even so much as gagging or ****.

When he was finally done, Shelly pulled her head up and breathed heavily, “Sorry... didn't mean to go overboard... at least now there’s a chance you won’t cum prematurely inside of me, right?”

Resolving herself of all guilt, Shelly didn’t waste any time to pull her body up and get herself directly on top of John’s sleeping body.

She laid herself down on top of him, gently grinding his cock against her moist panties. Just a bit further, and she’d finally have him inside her.

“Fuck, I wish this was still a virgin cock instead...” Shelly moaned, “I really hope you don’t hate me for this...”

Without a second thought, she pulled her panties to the side and positioned herself to plunge down, taking his entire cock right up her college-aged pussy.