Seizing Control

Seizing Control

The world in your hand, your penis in the other

Chapter 1 by EyeOfHorus EyeOfHorus

Author Note: It should go without saying, but I'm going to say it anyway. I'd be more than happy if others added to my work, so I encourage it. I can't write everything, and I sometimes take breaks, so if others wrote, it would be amazing. Enjoy the story.


Living in a small town had always felt strange to me. Not because of anything specific, but because of the feeling that I was meant to have something bigger. There are lots of people in small towns who feel like they need to see the world, and are being suffocated. Others feel like they fit right in, as if they were made for this. Weirdly enough, my problem has always been how suffocating it was to fit in so perfectly. I always felt I didn't have the control that I wanted. That I needed. And because of that, I felt like life was moving around me, instead of happening to me. This is the story of how my life changed, and I was able to grab control.

First things first, my name is John Doe. I'm 21 years old. I live with my parents, and my three sisters.


My mother is named Kimmy

She is 45 years old, but as you can see, she has aged fantastically, not looking a day over 35. Our mother has worked as an English professor at the college where my older sister Scarlett went to, and where my youngest sister Jessie is going to attend in a few months. She's worked there for the past 15 years, becoming the head of the English department, although its not a very large department, consisting of her and two other professors. Her and my father, Fred, have been married for the last 27 years. They were high school sweethearts, and married right after graduating. She has always been a hard worker, and even though dad could have supported our entire family, she still wanted to work, finding it fulfilling.

My father is named Fred and is 46 years old.

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He's an average looking guy. About 5'11", greenish eyes, and blonde hair. He works as the branch manager at a branch office of Ferrox Inc, a company that deals with imports and exports. He handles a ton of business, which meant that he earns a lot of money, making sure that all of his families needs are met. Although he is harsh and serious at his job, he treats his children very well and is quite friendly with them, especially his youngest daughter Jessie, the only one to inherit his hair color.


My older sister, Scarlett, is 23 years old.

She is the one most like my mother. She works hard in everyday life, and is very career oriented. She works outside of town, for the branch office that our dad is in charge of. Although Fred offered to help her get that job, she declined, and got the job without his help, as she wanted to be able to truly earn her spot. She often dreams of moving away from our town, to a big city, and sees her career as a way to get her where she wants to go. She graduated from the local college with a bachelors degree in finance. Although we get along fine, she is very focused on work, and doesn't like how little effort I put into advancing at my job, as she feels like I should want more for myself. Of course I do, but I don't think work is the way I'm going to get it. Additionally, she doesn't get along with my younger sister Dana.


My younger sister, Dana, is 20 years old.

She is, to put it mildly, sort of the black sheep of the family. She has a very rebellious spirit, and isn't afraid to show it, covering her entire body with tattoos. She isn't very ambitious, preferring to spend her days lazing around with her friends, other outcasts, if you will. She doesn't get along well with any sort of authority figure, and already has a few arrests under her belt, although not for anything too big. Due to her lack of ambition, she and the rest of my family don't get along well, although me and her are still pretty close. A big reason she doesn't get along with my family, besides her attitude, is due to the fact that she decided not to go to college. She works at a sex toy shop outside of town.


Finally, my youngest sister, Jessie, is 18 years old.

She is the youngest of the family, and as a result, is spoiled by our parents. However, she hasn't let that influence her, and is still a very sweet and caring girl, if not a bit naïve at times. That being said, she is far from unintelligent. She has just graduated from our local high school, and is going to college in a few months to become a pharmacist, although she's going to stay at home while she goes since it's so close. She doesn't have a job as of now, but she does take occasional small jobs so she can pay for the things she buys, even though if she were to ask, our parents would likely buy her whatever she wanted. She's closest with our father, who treats her like she's his little princess. We get along very well, although we don't spend a lot of time together due to the fact that we don't share a lot of interests.


It's the 4th of December, 2020, a Friday night. While it was a normal day at work, nothing felt right. It felt like something was right around the corner, ready to hit me in the face. This feeling was so strong, that I actually started feeling a bit nauseous at night, deciding to go to bed early. Now, I should explain that normally, I don't dream very often. When I do, my dreams are never very clear, being fuzzy from the moment I wake up. However, the dream that I had that night was so crystal clear, that it could just as easily be called a memory.

You go to sleep

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