A more nuanced examination.

On your previous two trips to this hallway, you'd immediately chosen a door and gone through it. This time, prepared for the possibility that you'd return here, you decide to wait before opening any doors. You spin slowly in place, doing a full 360 before returning to your original orientation. The hallway ahead of you is the exact same as the hallway behind you, an endless corridor of doors that stretches further than your eyes can see. In fact, it bothers them to stare into the distance too much, as if there's some ephemeral, unrecognizable distortion that swims just at your periphery.

You turn your attention to the door to your left, your sister's door. It's white, freshly painted wood with a silver knob that shines with a glossy finish. You place your hand against it, feeling a light pulse that echoes in your heart and head. It's not quite warm, but not cool either. As you leave it there, emotions and thoughts begin to flow into you. _Insecurity, hope, attitude, independence, caution, horniness. _And a...what? An aura...? A scent...? No, not exactly.

An emanation. Yes, an emanation that is unmistakably your sister, Shelly.

You take your hand away and you feel like a bond has been broken, your entire arm left with a tingling sensation. You shake it until it's gone.

Your mother's door is made of dark, mature wood, rounded at the top. Inset near the apex is a small, stained-glass window depicting a sun rising--or is it setting?--its rays splashing across the water of a still, dark blue pond. The wood is lightly textured beneath your touch and you experience the same innate awareness as before. _Loneliness, desire, caring, frustration, contemplative. _The emanation bears the distinct hallmarks or your mother.

You look beyond. The door just past your sister's is black, and the closer you look, you realize it's covered with dots. No, not dots...stars. Myriad constellations sweep across its surface, some known, some unknown and if you wait long enough, they seem to move almost imperceptibly in a slow dance. _Searching, afraid, open, introverted, cocoon. _You don't recognize whose door this is, but it plucks at your mind like a guitar string, vibrating just outside your range of hearing.

You open the door and step through.

You're in your room. Confused, you look around. Nothing is changed, nobody else is here. Did you somehow wake up?

Motion catches your eye, outside your window. You look through the glass and are shocked to see that your neighbor's house, normally at least 100 yards distant, has suddenly moved closer until one of their windows is less than a foot from your own. Standing inside of her bedroom is Penny, your next door neighbor and a girl who was a single year ahead of you in school. Or at least her dream version.

You'd always known her to be a quiet girl, very studious and book-smart, salutatorian of her class, if you remember correctly. Some may have thought her cute, if you looked beyond her thick glasses and questionable hygiene practices, but not one to turn heads when she passed through the hallways. This Penny is much different.

Gone is the acne that swept across her face, replaced by a complexion that looks like a magazine model's after professional airbrushing has been done. Her mousy brown hair is tied back in pigtails and her hazel eyes aren't hidden by any glasses, a shy smile and dimpled cheeks directed at you. She's wearing a naughty schoolgirl's outfit, complete with a semi-transparent blouse that barely cover her B-cup titties, untucked from a tartan skirt that falls to well above mid-thigh. Knee socks with red bands near the top finished the ensemble. She looks so damn sexy and your dick swells mightily in your pants.

Without speaking, she begins to sway her hips, dancing to music that you can't hear, her eyes locked on your face, watching your reaction. The hem of her skirt flips as if caught in a wind, lifting higher and higher as her motions increase tempo. Her hands fall to her flat belly, seductively running them across her skin in curving lines that draw them closer to her barely-there top. When they arrive, Penny squeezes her boobs together, creating a decadent valley, and then releasing them to fall and bounce erotically on her chest. She returns there again, reaching beneath the top and freeing one tit, showing you a diamond-hard nipple before twisting it between her thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opens wide, emitting a lusty moan that can't be heard through two glass windows.

Not content to just watch, you pull down your pants, letting your cock show its appreciation of her performance. When she sees it, she smiles and pinches herself even harder, driving her own lust higher. As you stroke yourself, she swivels around until her ass is thrust toward you. She glances over her shoulder as she bounces her ass up and down, no longer pretending in any sort of moderation. The skirt twists above her waist and her red, lace panties come into view for the first time and you lean closer for a better view, drinking in her fine ass.

But then Penny snaps back up and you groan as her panties disappear. Until you realize that her hands have kept busy in front of her and her blouse hits the floor a moment later, leaving a bare back with delicate lines. You've barely register that her top is gone when you see the panties reappear, this time as they slide down past her thighs and then over her knee socks. When she turns back around, exposing her mouth-sized breasts to your hungry view, your hand is pumping away along your thick dick like a freight train. You can see from her eyes that she loves the insatiable way you look at her body, the carnal desires that she knows are running through your brain, the eroticism of being seen but untouchable, connecting with each other while remaining apart.

She can't hold back any longer. She raises her skirt, giving you a brief glimpse at her well-trimmed bush before three of her fingers dive into her juicy, wet snatch. She falls back onto her bed, spreading her legs wide as she fingerfucks herself while you watch every instant, wishing you could be in the same room as her, urging her on with every fiber of your being. She's still got you locked in her gaze, her mouth open a little, and your mind overloads on the thought of having your dick plunging between her hot lips, her tongue working overtime to bring you to release.

Then Penny yells in orgasm, and for the first time you can hear just the barest of sounds coming from her bedroom. Her body spasms in unadulterated joy, jerking and bobbing in uncontrolled passion, her fingers still pounding in an out of her cunt. This sight sends you over the edge and the bottom your window becomes white-washed chaos, streaks of jizz sliding down to pool at the windowsill. You lean against the window, using it for support as the final strings pop from your cock, panting heavily. You look up and find Penny staring back at you, drained, and you both grin at each other like idiots.

The door behind Penny bursts open and something roars into her room, a black maelstrom. It's fuzzy, undefined, pieces of it vanishing and reappearing in arrhythmic, syncopated pandemonium. The deeper you try to look into it, the harder it is to see. You sense something at the center of the disorganized whirlwind, something...wrong.

Penny screams when she sees it and this time you have no difficulty at all in hearing her. You pound on the glass, shouting at the top of your lungs, but you can only watch as the darkness envelops her as she scrambles away from it, still half-naked. Flashes of her body emerge from the maelstrom, an arm here, a pristine white knee sock there, but it relentlessly drags her through her room and out her door. It slams shut and you're left alone, heart pounding.

And then between heartbeats you're awake, sitting straight up in bed, sweat covering your body. You're still shaking.

What the fuck is happening to me?