He's Got The World On A String

Faded text like this are just notes, primarily - but not limited to - things I want in the story but have yet to smoothly work into the narrative. I apologize if they break your immersion, though I’m sure my bad writing will do that first.

Format Key:

- Plain Italics are thoughts.

- Bold text is written.

- Bold Italics are memories.

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[CHAPTER ONE - Awakening]

Alex awoke with a jump, knocking his bag to the ground.

"I'm sorry," said the conductor. "I didn't mean to startle you, but we're approaching your stop and I didn't think you'd want to sleep through it."

"No, it's alright. Thank you." Alex rubbed his face, picking up his bag. As he looked at the scenery passing his window, he finally started recognizing the landscape. It had been nearly a year since he'd been back home, and he still wasn't quite sure he was ready to. He'd had trouble finding the time to visit as it was, but ever since his dad passed he found himself not wanting to come back at all. Toward the end, the two of them had been fighting and Alex had been having trouble coming to terms with the way things had ended. His dad had been telling Alex he needed to go easier on work and give himself time to rest. This only managed to piss Alex off, his dad asking him to risk his future. After the accident, he dove into his work even more, wanting to provide for his family, and not end up like his old man, working some shit job and having to move in with his sister just to make ends meet. Irony, however, reared it's ugly head as Alex found himself unable to get a job to save his life, despite that degree he nearly killed himself for. Now, here he was, on a train headed to his childhood home, to move back in with his aunt, cousin, and little sister.

He had originally planned to drive back into town, but frankly, he was afraid to. After his dad's , he'd found himself plagued by random dizzy spells. They were infrequent, but strong enough that he didn't trust himself behind the wheel of a car. When his Aunt Sandy asked why he wasn't driving, he lied, saying it was because of his dad's accident. He normally wasn't one to lie about such things, especially to Sandy, but for some reason he never felt comfortable talking to anybody about his dizziness.

The train ground to a halt at the station, and Alex couldn't help but smile. Before him on the platform, he saw his little sister Margaret and cousin Allison, jumping and dancing with a big poster board reading "Welcome Home!". Even though it felt a grim fate to come back home with his tail between his legs, those two knew how to make it a warm welcome.

Almost as soon as he stepped down onto the platform, he was laying on it. The two girls had rushed him, tackling him to the ground, and proceeded to cover him in kisses.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. You're gonna suffocate him!" Though he couldn't see her between all the hair now in his face, he knew the voice to be that of his beautiful Aunt Sandy.

No, let them stay right where they are Alex thought to himself, savoring the feel of the two beauties on top of him.

"Alright then, get it out of your system," Sandy resigned as she started grabbing his suitcases and putting them on a trolley.

"Oh, ewe!" Alli jumped up, realizing she was kneeling in gum. She swiped at her jeans to get the invisible gum off, which really only succeeding in making her wonderful C cup tits jiggle in her shirt. Alex had always tried to avoid having sexual thoughts about his cousin, or any of the women in his family for that matter, but at a certain point a girl is just too hot to not fantasize about a little. He spent many a cold shower trying to forget the things he wanted to do if he could get his hands on her sweet heart shaped ass.

Maggie stood up giggling and straightening out her skirt. "Hey Bubbles," Alex said, wrapping her up in a big bear hug. Bubbles was the nickname he had given her as kids since she was always so chipper and, well, bubbly.

"Oww, a bit tight there Alex,” Maggie winced as she broke away from him. “It’s good to have you back.” She gave a little hop, making her own perky tits bounce in her denim blouse. The two girls had very similar builds, which was great for them since they could share clothes, and great for Alex since no matter where he looked, it was heaven. They were so similar, that had it not been for Alli's freckles and much more reddish hair, you could easily mistake them for twins.

"Oh, it's nice to be back. Come here Red," he said, wrapping Allison in his arms.

"Oh god, Alex, ease up! I rather keep my rib cage intact."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just been so long since I've seen you guys," he apologized, letting her go.

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" Alli punched him in the arm. "Don't think those presents you sent us make up for you missing our birthday." As if their looks hadn't made them seem like twins enough, some stroke of fate made it so the two girls were born just an hour apart, with Allison being the older one. Alex never saw why that mattered, but if the girls ever squabbled about something, it tended to be the deciding factor in it.

"Well if you don't want them I can take them back," he said as he began to reach for the lockets around their necks.

"No!" they cried in unison, clutching at their necklaces. For their birthday he had gotten them matching lockets that had a picture of his father in it. Alli's biological father had left when she was still in diapers. No one ever knew why, though no one really seemed to care. One morning Sandy just woke up to an empty bed save for an envelope with signed divorce papers and ones indicating he had surrendered custody of Alli. The only other contact since then was the monthly alimony/child support payments. Since then Alex's father, Ted, had served as a surrogate father for her.

"Really though, I am sorry I missed it. 21, first drink -legally-. What'd you two end up doing?"

"Oh, the usual. Threw a party, got wasted, had a big orgy, got pregnant." Sandy smacked Alli's butt causing her to yelp a little. "No, we just invited some of our girlfriends over for the night, watched some movies, played strip poker, had some drinks, then crashed in the living room."

"Wait, I, you... strip poker you say?"

"Mm hmm. Bunch of beautiful young women on a hot summers night, in nothing but their birthday suits." One of Alli's favorite pastimes was to tease her cousin. "But I'm sure you had better things to do?"

Oh, the things I would do to see that, he thought to himself.

"Maybe later," Alli whispered into his ear, "we can invite the girls over and play another game." The girls held each other laughing, leaving him to fantasies as they went to help Sandy with the bags.

"You gonna stand there with your mouth open all day, or are you gonna come give your favorite auntie a hug?"

Alex turned to see his beautiful Aunt Sandy standing there, arms wide ready for a hug. Sandy had been more of a mother to him than anything since his biological mother had ran off some time after Maggie was born. Shortly after that, Sandy and baby Alli moved into Dad's house making it easier on the two of them to make ends meet. After that, Sandy just picked right up, taking care of the kids, never making a fuss about anything if it was for them. If her caring nature wasn't enough to make you fall in love with her, then her beauty would certainly seal the deal. She wasn't quite a Greek Goddess or swimsuit model, but rather her beauty stemmed from her grace and gentleness. Also her perfect D tits. Alex once teased that she was the reason for his dating troubles having set the bar so damn high.

"Hi Sandy. So happy to see you." Alex hugged her, relishing the feel of her large marshmallow breasts against him.

"I can tell," she chuckled, looking down at his crotch.

Blushing, Alex apologized. "Aaah, sorry about that. I slept on the train and uhh-"

"And it had nothing to do with the three beautiful women hanging all over you, I'm sure. Surprised you can still blush considering all your blood is somewhere else."

"I'm, uh, gonna very awkwardly walk to the bathroom now. I'll be back in just a minute."

"Only a minute? I feel sorry for your girlfriends." Sweet as Sandy could be, she loved to pile it on.

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Alex splashed water on his face, trying to calm down, but all he could think about were tits. Fuck I would love to have seen that party, Alex said to himself. Suddenly the walls began to shift and melt as he was overcome with another dizzy spell. He took a deep breath trying to power through it. As the room solidified, he found himself standing in his own living room. Looking out the patio door, he saw it was now dark out, around maybe midnight, and there on the couch were his sister, cousin, and aunt, all cuddled up under a blanket watching a scary movie. In front of them on the coffee table were the remains of a birthday cake, a few glasses of wine, and the girls' presents. Looking back at the girls he noticed they were wearing his pendants, twirling them in their fingers as they watched the screen.

"What? How the fuck did I get here?" Alex asked them.

"I assume the train," he heard a voice to his right. As he turned to look, he was hit with another dizzy spell. He closed his eyes till it passed, and as he opened them, he was looking at a man, washing his hands in the sink. Looking back to where the girls were, he only saw the mirror. "You okay there man?" the voice asked again, Alex realizing it was the man.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good, just need some Dramamine." Alex wiped off his face, and walked back out to the girls who were patiently waiting by the trolley.

"All set?" he asked them, doing his best to sound ready though he was still very confused about what just happened. As he took the cart from them, the girls hurried on ahead to get the door. Watching Maggie bounce forward in her little skirt he couldn't help but wonder what she had on underneath. As if on cue, the wind blew her skirt up and showed him her baby blue boy shorts. Maggie quickly pulled her skirt back down and looked back to see her brother looking right at her, trying not to laugh.

As funny, and sexy, as it was, Alex couldn't stop thinking about whatever that was in the bathroom. As he looked down, in his hands, he found an envelope. He quickly looked around wondering where it came from before he slowly opened it. Inside, he found a letter and as if this wasn't all strange enough as it was, the letter was addressed to him, from his father.

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Dear Alexander,

If you’re reading this, it means I’ve passed on. This letter, however, isn’t about that. No doubt, since my , you have been having a rough go of things. Chief among your problems, I’m sure, is some form of fatigue. Now, don’t get alarmed, you aren’t sick or anything, I didn’t pass on to you some terrible disease. The thing is son, there is something I never told you about our family. For centuries, perhaps even longer, the men have possessed a great power.

Now, I’m not referring to any sort of political power, or great wealth, though those have been in our possession at times. Rather, this power is more akin to magic. I know this sounds quite ludicrous, I myself thought my father mad when he told me, but it is very much true. We have never been certain where this power originated from, or why it is we are the ones who posses it. All we know, is that whatever we desire will happen. If you wish to change something, create something, manipulate something, or just about anything else, all you have to do is will it to happen.

And there’s the rub - This power feeds on your desire and willpower. Many of your ancestors have fallen into a pit of evil with this power. As my father told me:

“When no walls can contain you,
You’re liable to destroy them.”

So, I tell you son, heed caution as you explore this new power. I myself have always made a point of not controlling the world around me, but to instead use it to squeeze the smallest bit more enjoyment out of it. That’s not to say I wasn’t ever tempted. Lord knows were I a bit more aggressive with the power, your mother might not have left us as she did. My point is Alex, enjoy your life, and take care.

I love you and your sister with all my heart,
Your Father

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Alex just stood there, stunned, thinking to himself This can't be real. Someone's gotta be fucking with me. He looked up to see Alli looking back at him.

"Alex, you okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost. What's that letter?"