The Discovery of Sex

• Note - This mostly linear story will contain , a bit of mind control, free use and naivety... At least that's what I hope. I might have to retcon as we go along cause I'm sort of winging it.

In my dreams, she was always there. A pale figure in the distance wearing nothing but the clothes she was born in. Why did it make me feel so funny? There is a veil of smoke that covers her porcelain body, and I wanted to peer past it. But why? What did I want to do with her? Why did her unclothed body interest me so much? My hands reach for her skin, and there is a tightness between my crotch. What was happening to me?

Her voice calls out to me in soothing melodies, “Come to me. Take me.”

“Take you where?” I asked, knowing I won’t get a response.

I pulled at her to come into my embrace, but for what purpose? I long for something but can not achieve it or know what it is.

Blinding light fills the mist-covered room where I stood, bringing me back to the waking world. My eyes squint and begin to open as the curtains of my bedroom open. I feel a pool of dampness between my legs. I must have wet myself. I’m too old to be wetting myself. I pulled the blankets over my head to cover my half-open eyes. I needed more sleep.

“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.” A melodic voice calls out.

“Oh, god, mom. Let me sleep for another half hour.” I said groggily.

“Now, now. You know you have school in an hour. Get your tushy up,” Mom says, pulling away my blankets. Her dark turquoise eyes are drawn to the wet pool that is between my legs. Disappointment and shame come over her face. She blows on her the bangs of her shoulder-length crimson locks and runs her hands through them in annoyance. “Oh, Cliff. Why are you still wetting your bed at this day and age.”

“It was just an accident. I had a strange dream and woke up like this.” I shielded the blankets over my shame.

“Well, come on now. Let’s get those pants off mister so I can throw it into the wash. Seriously, Cliff. You shouldn’t drink so much water before bed.”

My face has turned scarlet at that point as I took off my boxers. Mom takes the dirty fifth and cringes at it, saying, “Oh good heavens.”

Mom’s face fixates on my exposed penis and then my boxers, and she sniffs, “This does not smell healthy Cliff. I think we better call Dr. Hollis about this.”

“It happens from time to time. My… thing sort of lets that out every once and I while,” I explain. This wasn’t the first episode I had with my ‘problem’. Before, I would just wash it myself to avoid any awkward conversations with the Moms. She would always dote incessantly over me.

“We should really talk to Dr. Hollis about this, sweetie. I want you to go see him.” Mom holds up the evidence of my weakness and turns it, getting a good look at the damp cloth of fabric.

“Does this mean I can skip school?” I ask.

“Is that all you can think about right now? Your… u-urine looks white and cloudly, and all you can think about is skipping a day of school? Oh, honey. I worry about you sometimes, I really do.” Mom stares with concern over my damp boxer briefs. Her fingers trace the dampness and pick out the gloopy mess to examine carefully.

“Enough,” I brushed her off and walked towards the shower, slightly annoyed over a conversation I had time and time again. She is always nagging.

“After you take a shower, get your tushy downstairs so we can drive to Doctor Hollis!” Mom hollers at my back as I leave my room, my face still crimson over the fact that I wet myself in my age.

The sound of the shower was on as I walked the corridors of the house towards the bathroom. The door of the bathroom was left open. There was steam pouring up from the drawn shower curtain, which left fog on the mirror. I entered and pulled the curtain open to reveal the naked body of my older sister. She was busy foaming her pearly freckled breasts with suds and looked a bit annoyed as I took off my briefs, leaving it on the bathroom table and got in with her.

“Don’t touch the fucking dial,” Sophia said, making room as you got in next to her. “I like the water hot.”

“It’s way too hot, Soph,” I said. “You’re going to get wrinkles with it this hot.”

“Shut up. You can wait your turn if you don’t like it. I was here first.” Sophia says adamantly and stomps her feet. She continues massaging her glistening breasts and opens her mouth to let the water fill in her mouth and over her face. Her usually golden color hair was now dark brown when wet. Was it me, or did her tits get bigger? She needs to go on a diet. Those things are going to hurt her back if they get any bigger. Why am I thinking about her breasts anyways?

I sighed. I didn’t exactly want to wait a while for Sophia to finish her notoriously long showers. I grabbed the sponge from Sophia and rubbed my nether regions roughly with it, slathering it with suds. Sophia and I stood facing each other, washing there, and I hand her the sponge, which she uses to scrub her nether regions as well.

Soph slapped my hands away when I wanted to turn it a bit cooler. I return her little slap by flicking some of the pouring shower water into her eyes, and she stepped on my feet in retaliation. I just wanted to rinse my body off of the grime that was on me from last night, so I left her early after finishing my body rinse with water.

After our family of three ate breakfast, Sophia left for her job as a paper pusher at the Yellowfield Institute. Meanwhile, The Moms and I drove to Dr. Hollis’ office, where Mom had called in to say we were coming in.

The little town of Yellowfield was a small secluded colony located in an undisclosed place in Middle America. After the devastation of what was known as “The Happening”, Yellowfield was one of the first settlements to pop up, keeping the flame of civilization alive.

In order to survive, the little town had its rules. Silicon circuitry and other ancient technology were strictly forbidden by the use of civilian populations unless they had permits. Outsiders were turned away. Men, after turning 20, would be sent to the mines, manning the outer posts or operating the power stations, though some exceptions were made for exceptional people like Dr. Hollis or some of the elders at the Institute. At the same time, women stayed inside the town, taking care of the children and running various administrative and teaching jobs.

The town was powered by nuclear and thermal generators which supplied the homes with heating and electricity. Still, because of the draconian laws of Yellowfield, the settlement was stuck in a perpetual post-WW2 era technology frame. The only exception being transportation which was powered by plug-in batteries, such as mom's car, and other devices mostly used as timesaving devices by licenses issued by the Yellowfield Institute (the current government that controls the colony).

Things were all not bad. The town had clean running water and maintain a reliable food supply thanks to the Yellowfield Farming Commission, the small body of AI operated workers that run the off-world farms.

My eyes gaze over the “sky", staring wistfully into the “clouds.” Truthfully, it was a steel dome that was lined with paneling that mimics the sky. Or at least… the bright clear sky of the past. The real sky, out there, was now was covered in ash and soot. I still yearned to go past it someday and actually see it.

I should count myself lucky to be among the survivors of the ruins of Earth. But deep inside, I wished something exciting would happen to this little town.