I looked over at my mom and frowned. "My brother's a jerk, I'm not going to do it," I moaned.
Terry shoved me, and I fell onto the bed. "I don't want any help from the dweeb," he retorted.
My mom looked between the two of us. "You're brothers, start acting like your related. Terry, you've got that final test, and you want to go skiing with your friends?" My mom snapped at us. Terry nodded.
"And James," she looked at me. "You're the smarter of the two. You've already been skipped ahead a year help your brother out and pass that test then he can go skiing."
I grinned. "Yeah smarter that two of you dumb ass. Wait, you're going skiing?" I shoved Terry, but he hardly moved. "You never said anything about that," I growled.
"No dweebs sorry bro'," he chuckled.
My mom was losing her patience. "You! Get inside your brother and take that test for him. That's final."
I muttered under my breath. Terry chuckled and braced himself against the wall. "No queer shit either," he hissed over this shoulder.
I sagged as my mom stared at me tapping her foot. She watched as I traced my outline on Terry's back and pushed hard. Terry let out a low growl as I expanded to fill him inside. I turned to look at mom. "Happy? I've tripled his IQ now." I heard Terry bitching in my head, but I ignored him. "Terry says he's very grateful," I smirked in my brother’s voice.
"Thank you, now go do that test," mom replied with a sigh leaving the room.
I flexed in Terry's body, he was bigger and stronger than me and this was the first time I'd officially been in control. Sure he'd stumbled in drunk and I'd pressed into him then, but his body was so fucked with alcohol it just gave me a headache. But this was perfect.
I'd learnt a new trick a week ago, previously I could get inside anyone, or any living animal. But I wasn't able to see their memories, I had to communicate with the person I was sharing the body with, which rarely worked. But after a while I noticed the owner's spirit--or whatever--was a perfect representation of them but like stretchy plastic.
I'd tested it out on Jordan, one of Terry's friends last weekend. I found him passed out on the couch on Saturday morning and pushed inside him, I grabbed his fuzzy stretchy face and pulled it over mine finally sucking in a deep breath it fused to my own. All that was left was to expand to fill his body. It was perfect, I was able to fool Terry all weekend, and I knew when I pulled out of Jordan he would remember the weekend’s events as his own with no idea I was inside him.
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Passing the test was easy--of course. When I got home mom was waiting. "James are you still in there? Did you pass the test?" She asked.
I paused for a moment, thinking about Terry's skiing trip. "What are you waiting for?" I heard Terry say in my head. "Tell her you're still in my body."
"Aced the test, and the dweeb wanted to be dropped off at one of his loser friends," I replied. Inside my head, Terry was screaming I'd never get away with it. I jogged upstairs before my mom could ask any more questions.
Standing in front of the mirror I looked at my brother’s reflection, then at the bag he'd packed for skiing. "Fuck it!" I muttered.
Terry went stiff as I shrunk down inside his body, I took a couple of deep breaths and grabbed his plastic like face and stretched it over my own. I breathed in sharply, and his face stuck to mine like a bag. I wriggled up and filled his frame again, this time he thought he was back, but it was me in the driving seat.
I grabbed the bag and jogged down the stairs again. Mom was waiting. "Are you sure you're not James? What's the password?"
The rest of the family had passwords they could ask to test whether I was inside, but now I had access to the memories it wasn't a problem. "Tiger's stripe," I replied.
She smiled. "You have a good time Terry, see you in a couple of days, and be good!"
Of course, it's going to be good, I thought to myself as I drove to Jordan's house. But not in my shit for brains brother, I had plans for becoming Jordan again. I knew he'd be getting it on with his girlfriend, and I was horny.
Hey it was such a great story! You should add a second part to this :)
ReplyDeleteThanks rick.
ReplyDeleteCool story. Different way to get someone's memories. Up to your usual standards.
ReplyDeleteSorry this comment doesn't go with the story, which is fantastic, but I was working on something and the comments for the Saturday post weren't working so ill post it here. It's a lil something I wrote sorry for any errors When I was younger I always knew I was different, then again that's what a lot of people said. I was just "special" different I was really different I could feel it in my veins. I finally found out how I was different when I was about thirteen. You see I grew up in an Italian family, like stereo-typical jersey Italian family. I was a little different from them as well. I didn't exactly fit the bill of the true guido. To be honest though I probably would fit in fine with any other family. I was moderately tall, regular dark brown hair( how it's not jet black like my fathers my mother swears she can't explain) and modest looks that would probably mature into rough handsomeness.
ReplyDeleteBut now back to how I found out I was "different". My parents went out often being the Jeresy Italian couple that they were. When did this though I was babysat by my second cousin Vinny, which every one had one in my neighborhood. Vinny was a nice guy and I really enjoyed spending time with him. Although I was beginning puberty and the thought of having a babysitter at that time was almost painfull. Still my parents hired him, my realitives say its because I need a stronger male influence/role model in my life, I was to much of a daffy. Which I guess was true, I was getting into puberty and let's just say it wasn't the other sex I was beginning to "notice". My parents plan to man me up however backfired completely because every time Vinney came over all I could think about was taking a shower with him, kissing him, touching his cock... Oh how I wanted to touch his cock. I've bumped his butt a few times and that was enough bliss for a week but now I needed more, I was hungry for him. This all lead up to that faithful night. My parents had went out for a "parents only" party and my lovely Vinny had just walked in. He offered a movie, which I loved because it gave me an excuse to snuggle up to him. After some Mac and cheese dinner he poped in the movie and we snuggled up togather. It was a comedy and as we laughed he placed his arms up around the couch. A simple gesture that he probably hasn't really thought anything of but it drove me over the edge. I couldn't stop thinking about him and I began to think what it would be like to be him and phewsh all went black. When I woke up some time later starring at the tv screen the credits of the movie playing, how nice I'd fallen asleep in Vinny's arms but when I looked over I saw myself laying against me. I bolted up with shock as my form just slumped over "if that's me..." I looked down at myself... I was Vinny!
Maybe a second part...?
ReplyDeleteWhile on the way to Jordan's I came up with a plan to get back into his body and fool around with his girlfriend. Terry had a great body, but he is still my brother even though he can be an asshole. I would feel much more comfortable in Jordan's body.
The car ride was rather short, he only lived a couple blocks down. Before I left I texted Jordan to make sure he was home. He said he would be for about 10 minutes before he had to take off for his girlfriend's. I knew this was my chance to make my move. I made up some excuse that I had to tell him something. But the tricky part was how i was going to distract him and then take him. Guess I'm going to have to wing it.
Walking up to his front door, i knocked a few times and opened the door right up. Sure there was Jordan in his living room, styling his hair up getting ready to go out. He was wearing one of those tight polo shirts that stuck right to his chest.
"Hey man, what did you have to tell me?" he asked.
Changing the subject, I knew I had to be clever and act quick.
"Dude, what's that on your neck?" I told him, making up something.
He went reaching for his neck, so pretending to help him, I walked over to him. Using one of my karate techniques, I learned that there was this nerve in your neck and if you pushed on it, it was knock the person out. So I pinched that nerve, and sure enough Jordan collapsed immediately.
"Perfect." I thought.
As he was laying spread out on the ground, I traced his back and I slide my body right on in into his. I wiggled myself around getting adjusted to his body, filling it all. Opening my new set of eyes, my face was planted onto the floor. I sat back up, and then started to stand up. It was a little wobbly at first, side affects with a possession, especially in a body this built. Feeling all my new acquired muscles, I looked back at my reflection.
"Feels great to be back in your body Jordan," grinning at myself, I flexed my bicep and felt the shirt tighten up.
Looking back in the mirror again, I fixed my hair. Knowing that I should engulf myself in his memories, before I tested it out on his girlfriend, I went to get his memories. using my new found trick, Taking a couple of deep breathes, I went for it and bragging the plastic like mask and stretched it back over my face. Right away I knew all his memories, and all the ways to pull off the perfect Jordan. I felt my pants stiffen up as I thought about Stacey, and what we are going to do when I get over there. Now my brother however, I remained in his body as I possessed Jordan. So when I depossess Jordan I will depossess Terry right away as well. They will be totally unaware of all this that has happened, which is just what I wanted.
Really good! I think you should continue
ReplyDeleteThanks Bill.
ReplyDeleteNice work, you've got all the characters in play and brought this part to a conclusion which could be continued in a third part.
ReplyDeleteSome nice descriptive work in there, really get to know the main character.
ReplyDeleteYou might consider breaking it into paragraphs in future (I hope) stories you send in.
Keep writing, it's a great addition.
Yes, nice job indeed. As Sean said it would be a bit easier to read it broken into paragraphs a bit but a very good story. Hope to see more from you.
ReplyDeleteYou really managed to continue Sean's story quite well, even matching his style quite closely (and that isn't an easy thing to do).
ReplyDeletei like the second layer of possession
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