Waking Up

It was my eighteenth birthday, not that I cared. I was an adopted son for a husband who had three daughters. I never found out his reasons for adopting me, as he passed away in a car crash when I was four (a year after I was adopted) and I was relegated to "Cinderella" status in the household. I cooked. I cleaned. The only thing I didn't do was the laundry, except for my own and I was expected to do one load of clothes for myself a week (thank God I don't own many clothes, unlike my sisters).

It would have like any other day of the week except for one thing. I woke up screaming.

Cynthia rushed into my bedroom and tried to calm me down. My "twin" sister (screwily enough, we were born on the same day) shook me and slapped me several times. It had no effect. All I could think about was the pain in my head. This was far worse than pissing away parts of kidney stone and that's as close as men get to the pain women receive when delivering.

I looked at Cynthia and her bright blue eyes full of fear and worry. I focused on her and slowly the pain fell away. I kept on her, taking in the full flavor of what appeared to be her emotions. Images briefly flashed in my head of the day dad died, her first spanking, etc. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped screaming.

"Are you all right, Sam?" she timidly asked. I nodded and began pushing (the best I way I can describe what I did) the pain away. As I did this, I noticed I was able to pick up bits and pieces from the pain. I heard voices and saw flickers of images in my head. The pain was being caused by "noise." Think of being in a stadium right next to the speakers. That hurts. What I felt was comparable to about a thousand-plus bands playing all at once through a thousand-plus speakers.

Slowly, I developed a shield, if you will, to block it out. Finally able to relax, I let out a loud breath. Without warning, Ms. Sorenson (or ma'am, never mom, not her) burst into my bedroom, her blonde hair hanging loose (she always wore it in a bun) and her navy blue robe loosely tied. The look on her face was one of fury.

"What the hell are you up to?" she yelled. "You've interrupted my beauty sleep and more than likely woke up the entire neighborhood!"

For fourteen years, my anger at this woman had been building up inside me. She blamed me for everything that went wrong in her life. I had had enough of her verbally abusing me.

"Sit down and shut up, bitch," I said. I really lost it. I cursed her, something I had never done, not even in front of the few friends I had at school. "I have had enough from you. You will never yell at me again. You will treat me a lot better than you have been. And I will no longer be your ! Got it?"

I shut my mouth, finally reigning in my anger. I knew it. I was going to be tossed out, hopefully with the clothes on my back.

"Yes, Samuel," she said softly. Cynthia stared at her mother incredulously. Trying to cover my own shock at her behavior, I looked at my alarm clock. 1:47.

"Why don't you go back to bed?" I prodded my guardian. She nodded and stepped out of the room. Cynthia watched her mother leave and turned back to me.

"What time did I start screaming?" I asked.

"1:42," she answered. From what I remembered from my medical records, that was the time I was born.

I looked at my sister. I wondered how far I could take this.

~You're getting tired.~ Cynthia yawned. ~You're so tired, you want to sleep in here, rather than walk back to you're room.~

"Mind if I stay in here tonight?" she asked.

"Not at all."

~You want to hold Sam, keep him safe from the horrors of the night.~

Cynthia clamored into the bed, lying down next to me. She snuggled up next to me and smiled.

~You're t-shirt is very itchy and uncomfortable.~

My blonde sister reached down, pulled the hem of the knee-length shirt up and over her head, and tossed it onto the floor.

I decided to try and see if I could leave some lasting commands to see if they would work.

~You enjoy Sam looking at your body. It pleases you whenever he touches you. And you want to return the favor the best way you can right now. When you wake up, you'll have the irresistible urge to wake up Sam with a blowjob.~

No need to overdo right now. And if things went well, Ms. Sorenson would be Candi in my hands.