Chapters tagged free use

by TerraKhanus

Chapter 1

**NOTE: **_This story is inspired by "Mirror World", a story I read years ago but was unable to find when I searched for it recently. The core plot and some story ideas were inspired by "Mirror World". \* I have since been informed the story I was looking for is **Brainwave of...

by TerraKhanus

Chapter 2

After breakfast, my plan for the day was to do absolutely nothing, but Mom had other ideas. I was two steps from the stairs when she called my name in that gentle but inescapably commanding way: "Clark? Can you help me with the attic?" It was the middle of a summer storm, the sk...

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Chapter 3

For a long time, we just sat there in the attic, catching our breath, like two divers surfacing after being sucked through a drainpipe. The world had gone quiet in a way I’d never heard before—the sort of hush you only notice if you listen for the sound of your own blood. My ears...

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Chapter 4

I sat vigil by my mother’s hospital bed, perched on a plastic chair still sticky from its last unlucky occupant. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling buzzed and flickered with a persistence that set my teeth on edge, making the world feel both hyper-real and hollowed out, like a...

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Chapter 5

I sat by Mom’s bedside, the world outside the hospital window a high-gloss cartoon of summer clouds and distant traffic, as if nothing had changed. In here, everything was changed, right down to the molecules in the air. Mom was still out cold, or close to it. She lay curled on h...

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Chapter 6

Mom and I played cards in silence for an hour. The hospital tray table had a sticky cup ring and a packet of “sugar” that was really salt, and the deck of cards was the kind you got for free in the mail from a charity. But she kept shuffling and dealing, as if pretending this was...

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Chapter 7

We sat on the splintery wooden bench just outside the hospital’s main doors, sun glaring off the white concrete like an interrogation lamp. Mom didn’t try to hide the way her gown fluttered in the wind, its blue mesh so thin you could read the shape and color of every inch of ski...

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Chapter 8

I waited for the house to go quiet—at least, as quiet as it ever got in this world—before I guided Mom down the hallway, past the living room’s sticky tangle of bodies and into the bathroom. The door had no lock but I closed it anyway, pressed it tight with my foot until the latc...

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Chapter 9

We made it through dinner. That in itself was a miracle, considering the looks Dad kept throwing across the table at Mom. He’d been glancing at her all through the meal, his eyes trailing from her face, down her neck, to where her robe gaped open at the collarbone. Uncle Steve wa...

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Chapter 10

It was the kind of morning you could only have after a night of being used like a sex toy. I woke up in a tangle of sheets, my balls tender and my cock still tacky with the remnants of Lucy’s clinical ministrations. Sunlight bled through the cheap blinds and burned stripes onto m...

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Chapter 12

The house was as close to silent as it ever got, the thick dark broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock at the end of the hall and the intermittent, shuddery whimpers that drifted from the master bedroom. Most of the others had collapsed in a heap hours ago—Heidi snor...

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Chapter 13

I woke to the sound of someone moaning in the hallway—a high, drawn-out note, equal parts need and satisfaction—and when I cracked an eyelid, sunlight was already knifing through the slats, gilding the dust motes as they pirouetted above the foot of the bed. The sheets were glued...

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Chapter 14

I woke first, with Mom snoring against my arm and the living room carpet beneath us gritty with dried sweat and other fluids. The house was a wreck. The aftermath of the orgy lingered in the air, the whole place marinated in the smell of sex and sugar and spilled , the kin...

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Chapter 15

The morning found me in my own bed, which was a surprise in itself. My first conscious act was to test every limb and orifice for the signature ache of overuse, and when I found only the good kind of sore—the aftereffect of marathon sex, not of being broken on a wheel—I wondered...

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Chapter 16

I woke up with a new kind of hangover. Not the kind you get from vodka or cheap rum, but the kind that seeps into every cell of your body, until your bones ache and your tongue feels like a dried-out condom and the backs of your eyelids are raw with memory. The worst part was tha...

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Chapter 17

There’s a point, I think, where resistance just stops being fun. Not because you give up, but because the current is so much stronger than you could ever be. That was me, the day after the kitchen gangbang, drifting through the house on a tide of sex and sweat, still pretending I...

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Chapter 18

By the third day, even I stopped pretending there was anything left of the old order. Our house had transitioned, quietly, from “that one on the corner with the good Halloween decorations” to a cross between a Roman bathhouse and an episode of Naked and Afraid. And nobody seemed...

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Chapter 19

It’s a weird thing to say, but after a week of waking up glued to my relatives by a coating of dried sweat and cum, I’d started to forget what it felt like to put on actual clothes. The sun rose heavy and thick, gluing my eyelids shut, and for a blissful moment I almost convinced...