PUBLISHED BY:
Maggie Chatterley
SMASHWORDS EDITION
His to Use
Copyright © 2011 by Maggie Chatterley
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ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK
18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER
His to Use
Adam was a nice guy. Sometimes he was a little too nice, in that people often took advantage of his accommodating nature. He made an effort to do the right thing, as his parents taught him, in spite of the fact his father didn’t always practice what he preached.
When Adam was fifteen, his father divorced his mother and married a far younger woman, named Holly. Holly was more pinup-girl than mom-material, far different in appearance from Adam’s sweet, but plump mother. Adam’s mother had a round, cherub-like face, with red cheeks and over-permed hair, cropped far too short for her features.
The divorce devastated the discarded housewife, causing her to move closer to her parents, which happened to be cross country. Adam was in high school and had no desire to leave his friends, so he stayed with his father and stepmother.
The situation was uncomfortable for Adam, especially when he began having wet dreams about his hot stepmom, whose curvy Marilyn Monroe-like body seemed to be perpetually half-dressed. Around the house, Holly wore extra-short cutoff jeans that allowed her curvy ass cheeks to fall below the ragged hem. Adam’s friends commented on the shapely bottom, referring to it as ass cleavage. Adam responded by defending Holly’s honor, insisting that type of talk was inappropriate.
Of course, Adam couldn’t keep his eyes off his stepmom’s tempting ass, nor could he ignore the fact she refused to confine her D-cup bust in a brassiere when working around the house. Large erect nipples stretched the cotton fabric of the tight t-shirts she wore, giving her stepson a perpetual hard on.
Although it was Holly’s first marriage, she had gotten pregnant when she was just fourteen, and had a fourteen-year-old daughter, named Faith, who became Adam’s stepsister.
Faith looked far younger than her age, looking more twelve, than a girl in her teens. She had a flat chest and rail thin body. Adam was relieved the stepsister wasn’t hot, as he was already spending too much time whacking off in the bathroom. Yet, after living with his stepsister for just six months, he began to notice the changes in her body, as her chest began to blossom and her bottom rounded.
Once he accidently walked into the bathroom and found Faith standing butt naked by the toilet, her one foot propped up on the closed toilet seat as she shaved her legs. He enjoyed a clear view of her immature, tight little snatch. He left the room quickly, but his cock was stone hard.
Faith was a shy little thing, and grateful Adam never mentioned the encounter. She actually had a bit of a crush on her stepbrother, and hated the fact he saw her ugly, skinny body. She barely had any pubic hair.
Adam behaved himself, and treated both Holly and Faith with respect. He treated all women with respect, yet it didn’t prevent him from having thoughts about pushing his cock into his stepsister tight little pussy or taking his stepmom in her ass. Those were his dark, private fantasies, which he expected to never share with another soul.
In spite of the fact Holly had been sexually active as a teen, and was not shy about flaunting her body, she was very protective of her daughter. She was so protective, that when Faith turned eighteen the girl was still a virgin, and had never kissed a boy. If Holly had her way, Faith would stay an innocent for a few more years.
Adam watched his stepsister grow up, her body ripened, becoming as curvy and tempting as the mother. Adam and Faith became friends, and he assumed the role of big brother, helping to protect Faith’s honor. It was a difficult task, especially when he often thought about crawling into her bed at night and forcing himself on the young girl.
The thought horrified him, and he was ashamed of even thinking of such a thing. Adam reminded himself he respected women, yet the thought of taking sexual control of Faith and turning her into his sex toy was his number one fantasy. His second fantasy involved walking up behind his stepmom, pushing her face down on the couch, jerking down her too short-shorts, and ramming his hard cock between her curvy ass cheeks, stretching her puckery butt hole.
Adam was relieved to go off to college, and to get away from his dark sexual thoughts involving Holly and Faith. When he was nineteen, he met Tate, who changed his life by introducing Adam to some very potent pot, with unexpected powers. Those powers would enable Adam to fulfill his dark fantasies, while remaining a “nice guy.” Well, sorta.
“This is really good stuff. I’ll tell you where you can get it, if you like it.” Tate explained to Adam, as he rolled a joint. The two sat alone in the dimly lit dorm room. It was a weeknight, yet finals were now over and Adam decided to reward himself by getting stoned. The sound of music coming from the dorm room next door, made the walls vibrate. While Adam couldn’t hear the words of the song, the steady beat provided good background noise for getting stoned.
“Before you light up, I need to warn you about something,” Tate handed the freshly rolled joint to Adam. Adam took the offered joint, and paused a moment, waiting for Tate to voice his warning.
“This is sorta like a hallucinogen” Tate explained.
“Shit, there isn’t acid in this stuff? I don’t do acid.” Adam frowned, handing the joint back to Tate. Tate didn’t take the joint and Adam continued to hold it.
“No no….I mean, it is sorta like one, but what you experience is real.” Tate paused a moment, trying to figure out how best to explain the powers of the drug. “It is kinda like a dream. Yea, a dream. I guess it is a dream.”
“Fuck, Tate, how much of this stuff have you already smoked? You are making no sense.”
“No, none today. I said it is like a hallucinogen, in that you will see things, feel things, but, unlike a hallucinogen, you control what you see and do. It’s called dream pot.”
“Dream pot?” Adam frowned, seriously suspecting Tate had already fried his brain.
“I get this pot from this dude, he is kinda like a…I don’t know, witch doctor, medicine man…voodoo….hell I am not sure. All I know, is that the drug takes you to a dream like world, where you can do whatever you want, and when you wake up, it is like you wake up from a dream. According to the guy that sells me this shit, it gives you the power to go into someone else’s dream, and do whatever you want to them!”
“Sure right.” Adam laughed. “This must be good shit, if you actually believe that.”
“Well, I don’t really believe that it allows you to go into someone else’s dream, but it sure as hell feels that way!” Tate laughed, then took the joint back from Adam, lit it up, and then took a deep drag.
“I just know it is good stuff. It only takes me a few drags, I am going to sit down and enjoy it. I suggest you go lay on your bed for your first time. It will kick your ass. Just remember two things.”
“What is that?”
“When puffing the joint, think about whose dream you want to enter, and when you see them, tell them it is a dream. If not, they will think it is real, and you won’t have as much control over the situation.” He took another puff, then handed the joint to Adam.
“One more thing, put the joint in the ashtray after you take a few puffs, so you don’t burn down the dorm when you zone out!” Tate suggested, and then went to sit in the corner.
Adam looked at the joint and chuckled. That was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. But, he figured the joint would at least get him high. He took a drag and then sat on his bed.
“Whose dream would I want to invade, if I really could?” He asked himself, then took another drag. The vision of his stepsister popped into his head, and he smiled. He started feeling dizzy, so he put the joint in the ashtray on the nightstand beside the bed and leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes.
It felt as if the room were spinning, round and round, making Adam feel for a moment as if he wanted to throw up. But then, the spinning stopped, and the room was suddenly very quiet. No longer could he hear the music coming from the next room, yet there was a distinct sound of a clock ticking, which was odd, considering there were no ticking clocks in his dorm room.
Adam opened his eyes and was startled to discover he was no longer sitting on his bed, but on the floor, leaning against the wall. The room was flooded with sunlight, which again was odd, for it was nighttime. He then realized it was not his room, yet it did look familiar.
Very slowly, Adam got to his feet and looked around. To his amazement, he appeared to be standing in the bedroom of his stepsister, Faith. Her bed was just a few feet from him, and atop the white linen sheets of the double bed was Faith, laying on her belly, facing away from Adam, apparently reading a book.
He stared down at her curvy bottom, clad in white cotton panties that seem to ride up her crotch and crack, outlining the crevices of her virginal little hole and suggestively covering her back entrance. He could see no tan lines, and he imagined if he tugged down the panties, her round ass would be as golden colored as the shapely thighs.
Tate was right; this was an amazing dream. The room seemed real, as did Faith, lounging innocently on her bed, with the annoying tick of her alarm clock providing background noise.
Yet, there was definitely a dream quality about the situation. It reminded him a bit of a few dreams he could remember, where he thinks the events are real, and then something in the dream triggers his awareness that it is a dream, and suddenly he is able to distinguish it from reality.
The thought of taking Faith’s virginity had always been his fantasy, yet one he would never act on. He knew that to do so in real life would be wrong, yet there was nothing wrong with acting out his fantasy in a dream. Was there?
Adam forgot about Tate’s words, telling him that he would actually enter the person’s dream, which would of course mean Faith would (on some level) be conscious of whatever encounter occurred. At that moment, Adam assumed all of this was some weird hallucination, one that had nothing to do with reality.