Jim opened his eyes and was confused when he saw that he was surrounded by darkness. It couldn't be night already, could it? What about school? Did he miss an entire day of it? How could something like that just slip his mind? But then, he remembered that it was the summer. He didn't have school. But Teresa did. She was taking summer classes. He felt around, but didn't feel her nearby. Had she already gotten up? Why didn't she wake him up too? Why was it so goddamn dark in there?
"Jim," a man's voice said. He recognized it. It was the voice from that odd dream he had earlier that morning. "Jim," the voice repeated.
Jim turned towards the direction of the voice. It was strange, but despite the fact that it was already dark, he could make out the dark silhouette of a person standing to his right. It was the same silhouette he remembered seeing in his dream.
"Who are you? Why are you in my bedroom?"
The silhouette didn't move. "I'm not in your bedroom. This is a dream. I'm in your head."
"A dream? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I entered your mind this morning and implanted a new mental ability deep in your consciousness. Then I sat back and watched what unfolded."
"You entered my mind? What are you? Telepathic or something? That stuff only happens on TV." Jim paused. "Wait a minute. What do you mean by watching what unfolded?"
"What you did to your sister, for example."
"You ... you know about that? Were you watching us?"
"No need. I can read your mind."
"Who are you ... really?"
The man was silent. Apparently, he wanted to keep his identity to himself. Then he spoke up. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm immensely pleased with what I started, or rather what you started."
"Started? What are you talking about?"
"Causing your sister and mother to perform incestuous acts, for instance."
"I didn't start that. I didn't even want that. I still don't."
"Oh, yes. I know. But I just gave your will a little bit of a push. You already fancied breasts, so I just pushed you to like your family's breasts as well. And now, so do they."
"What do you mean 'so do they'?" Jim asked.
"Oh, I'm sure I told you the last time we met. I told you to remember." He sighed, the silhouette still not moving. "Your will moves into people through tactile contact. So your love of breasts is now possessed by your sister and mother ... and whoever else they touch. Think of it like a disease, infecting more and more people, spreading and changing their minds. I have a feeling your mother is having quite an interesting time at work right now. She may even try to buy more revealing tops, to show off as much cleavage as possible. Maybe she'll even get a boob job."
"Stop it," Jim said.
"Oh, come on. You know you like what I'm saying. Sure, they're your family. But they're also so hot. Aren't they? Don't you just want to see them strutting around in the most revealing, sluttiest outfits?"
"No! That's wrong!" Jim yelled.
The silhouette moved a little closer and Jim could make out the contours of the lower half of the face. The man smiled. "Soon you won't think so. You'll be so sex-craved that you'll do anything to get yourself off."
Jim stared at the silhouette in horror. Who was this man? Why was he doing this to him?
The silhouette backed away from him and then continued to not move. Jim sat in silence for a little longer, then ...
"Hey," Teresa said.
Jim opened his eyes and looked at her. His sister's naked body was cuddling up against him.
"It looks like you fell asleep."
"How long was I out?" Jim asked.
"I don't know. Maybe fifteen minutes?"
It seemed a lot longer than that.
"Listen, I've got to get to class. It'll be boring, I know, but I'll be thinking of you the whole time. I can't wait until tonight," she said excitedly, as she stood up from the bed and left the bedroom.
Jim's thoughts returned to the dream (if that's what it was) and what the man there said to him. If it was true that he could influence other people's minds with his will, then maybe he could do it to return his sister and mother to normal. He certainly didn't want them turning into exhibitionists, like the man suggested they would.
He got out of bed and immediately got dressed.
