Yes!

Looking down in front of him, Sam suddenly remembered just why he had been so strangely confident throughout that whole phone call: The notebook. For the first time in his life he had the power to change almost anything. Now that he finally had a problem to solve, instead of an open-ended question, an answer was forming in his mind. In his own mind, it made perfect sense. Bree was being a bitch because he liked lesbian porn. Bree was his sister’s girlfriend. He wanted to stop being a virgin. He didn’t want his sister to be separated from Bree, because Bree made her happy, but he also didn’t want to be kept from his sister.

All those thoughts culminated into an idea that rather closely resembled a guilty fantasy he occasionally had on lonely nights. It was supposed to be just a fantasy, a crazy idea to find some pleasure in, but now? Now this little note book would be able to let him live that fantasy. The thought was so intoxicating that he hardly took the time to think of the ramifications. His blood was up, his confidence was boosted, and his hand trembled in excitement as he began writing.

New rule: Women in a lesbian relationship must have sex with their partner’s closest male relative (if readily available and single), in order to make a child together and contribute to the gene pool.

New rule: To successfully conceive a child, Lesbians need to have raw sex at least twice a day for one month.

Looking up, Sam didn’t notice any immediate changes, but he hadn’t really expected there to be. Not until later. Looking back at his notebook, Sam felt immensely glad that Bree didn’t have any surviving male relatives. She had no brothers and a dad who left her mother pregnant and alone years ago. It was similar to Samantha and his own family. Their dad had left their mother to raise twins and ran off on a gambling streak that eventually left him penniless and, from what they’d later found out, dead in some alley with a dirty needle stuck into his cold, pock-marked arm.

What was important was that Sam didn’t have to worry about his sister being **** into the same predicament as Bree soon would be. The very thought of what waited for him made sitting a tad more uncomfortable, but he wondered if he was really done.

Sam, again, had never had a girlfriend and, thus, never had sex before. He knew plenty of the act itself, but not any real experience with it, so now that possibility had suddenly become a certainty and was approaching at Mach speed…. Sam felt a little less confident than before. Was he good enough? Would he mess up? Would she ridicule him for underperforming?

Sam knew better. The answer to most of those questions was less than comforting, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. Not at all. He still had time and the best night of his life to look forward to. He was going to make sure to enjoy it to the fullest, so he got to writing again.

New rule: sex with a male twin is always greatly pleasurable, as the woman’s body is more sensitive than usual when in the male twin’s presence..

New rule: Males of twin births have penises that are twice the average size, have no refractory period, and can ejaculate a minimum of four times more than the highest average volume and thickness, at least twice per day.

Most of the rules Sam had written affected other people, but that last one was most certainly for his own benefit. After closing the book, he could feel his pants lose all remaining slack as he grew. It was actually painful enough that he almost regretted writing that last rule. Almost. The pain did manage to bring his libido back down (for now), enough to let him focus again after readjusting himself a little better. If there was any remaining doubt of the book’s powers, it was gone after feeling the change affect him personally. It was strange, like this was simply how things were meant to be now, as his mind almost completely accepted his new reality.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Sam knew exactly why the change had happened, he realized he’d never notice it was happening. Which came to what would likely be his last few rules for the moment.

New rule: The user of this book can never be mentally affected by the rules written in it.

New rule: No one but the user of this book can touch it or be aware of it.

New rule: this book cannot be destroyed or damaged.

New rule: This book cannot be lost by the user and will appear in the user’s hand with a pencil whenever the user wants it.

Letting out a sigh in relief and putting down his pen, having finally taken care of a rather dangerous oversight, Sam allowed himself to relax for a while. He sat there, basking in the possibilities of the future, ignoring the nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d forgotten something important. Something that he would eventually come to regret immensely.

But rather than think about it too hard, Sam simply enjoyed his coffee and the sights and sounds of the morning. He wondered if he should head back to the apartment immediately or have some fun first. The world was his oyster now, after all….