*About ten minutes later we'd finished handcuffing Karyn's wrists to the bed post in Zoe's parents' bedroom, and were staring down at her. For the purposes of prolonging the experience she was about to have, we'd left her fully clothed. I'd had to fight Zoe on that one, who'd wanted to take a quick look. Now, as we finished admiring our handiwork, we stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door.
"I still say you should have let me have some fun," Zoe pouted, "We could have used the rock to make her forget about it afterward."
I looked at her, more than a little surprised. "Do you ever think about anything besides sex?" I asked with a smirk.
"Can't help it," she said. "Channeling as much supernatural energy as I usually do has a very erotic effect on the body."
"Well don't ever stop channeling then," I said. "Now, I think it's time we begin." She nodded in agreement.
Standing in the dark, in the hallway with the bedroom door closed, I held the rock tightly. "I wish "*
"Oh," I moaned as I slipped back into the land of the waking. "What the hell happened?" I whispered. I started to reach toward my aching head, but something was holding me back. Something uncomfortably tight and metallic was chaffing against my wrist. Still only half awake and fighting one of the worst headaches I'd ever had, I tried the other hand but was met with the same result. "The hell?" I asked as my eyes started to flutter open. Wherever I was, it was dark. That was the one distinguishing characteristic that I couldn't help but notice. "Where am I?" I asked as my eyes started to adjust to the lack of light.
It was definitely somebody's bedroom. I found it more than a little worrying that it wasn't mine. In fact, it didn't appear to be the bedroom of a teenager at all. As my eyes drifted around the room they couldn't help but focus on the fundamental adultness that seemed to permeate it. "The rock," I thought out loud. "This must have something to do with the rock. I need to find Jon." I started to get up, but that was about as far as I got. Once again I found my arms immobilized. Turning my head and glancing at my wrists I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. I couldn't move my arms because I'd been handcuffed to the bed I was lying in. I could still move my legs, but that wasn't really doing me a lot of good right now. I struggled ineffectually for a moment before I gave up.
"Help!" I shouted. It felt cliché, the whole girl in distress routine, but I didn't know what else to do. "Help me!" I shouted again as loudly as I could as I started kicking my feet. As I struggled in vain against the restraints, the memories began to return. I remembered sitting on the wall with Jon after class, remembered him showing me the rock and what it could do. I was holding it and then Then I'd been lying on the floor in Jon's living room talking to
Had that twisted Goth freak really been me? I shuddered and started to struggle even harder. "Somebody please!" I'd never felt so powerless in my entire life. If I closed my eyes I could see her my twisted visage grinning wickedly at me. "I need help." My entire lower body was flailing now as I kicked my legs madly.
When I heard footsteps approaching the door I froze. Time seemed to come to a standstill and it sounded as though the entire world had gone quiet. Each creak of a floorboard seemed to last an eternity. I held my breath when I heard the doorknob turn. It felt as though it took hours for the door to finally swing open. It was dark but I could just make out the silhouette of somebody standing in the frame. Squinting I could just make out the short black hair and thin frame of
"Zoe?" I asked, "Is that you? You have to help me! Please! You've got to get me out of here."
The figure sauntered silently into the room until the scant moonlight from the window illuminated her. It was Zoe all right, but for some reason I didn't feel much better. Hadn't she been standing right there with my evil doppelganger? Hadn't they My heart started to race again. If it was possible, the moonlight made her look even more pale than usual. She was still wearing the same purple underwear she'd been wearing earlier and nothing else. Nothing, I noticed, aside from the almost demonic grin playing across her black lips.
"Shh," she put a finger to her lips, and started toward me. Reaching back to close the door, her hips began to sway gently from side to side as she approached the bed. A moment later she was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over me.
"What's going on?" I asked. "What the hell's gotten into you Zoe? Where's Jon?" A million questions were forming in my mind, and I was spewing them out as soon as they occurred to me. The younger girl silenced me by placing a finger to my lips.
"Shh," she repeated. "Jon's with Karyn 2.0 warming up for the big show with you." Her grin got wider, creepier, "He told me to leave you alone, but just couldn't resist."
"Resist what?" I asked quickly. Before I knew it, she'd leaned down even further, her lips pressing softly against my neck. "What the ahh hell ohh do you think ahh you're doing?" I finally managed. My own fear, combined with the fact that nobody had ever done this to me before was making my skin insanely sensitive. I still wanted it to stop though. "Zoe ahh," her tongue flicked gently across my earlobe. "Stop it!"
My best friend's sister pulled away with a snicker, "Your words say no, but your moans say yes." The hand that she wasn't using to support her own body slid slowly up my stomach, and sent a shudder through me. "I think you want this," she whispered, and before I knew what was happening, she had leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I tried to fight it, tried to twist around and turn my head, but she followed my movement even as her hand settled on my breast. A sigh that escaped my lips passed directly into her mouth as she started to squeeze it. I started to kick my feet again, but Zoe was too far up on the bed for it to do any good.
"Please don't," I pleaded when she pulled away. "Don't do this Zoe "
Once again her lips were on my neck, tracing their way down from the earlobe. It was her hand that worried me a lot more though. I could see and feel it sliding down my stomach, resting on the rim of my jeans. "Please," I begged as her fingers began to unfasten them. I did everything I could to stop her, flailed my legs wildly and finally crossed them, trying to deny her access, but a moment later she had the jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, allowing the bright red underwear I was wearing to peak through the opening.
Her fingers were just beginning to slide beneath the elastic band, and I could feel them brushing against the short curls between my legs when the door opened again.
"What did I tell you Zoe?"
I would have recognized that voice anywhere. Zoe immediately pulled back and stood up, facing the doorway. "I just " she began.
"I told you she was off limits," the masculine voice scolded.
"I just " Zoe was flustered and finally lowered her head. "Sorry," she whispered.
"Jon?" I asked, but if he heard me he was ignoring me. He came into the room, and I heard him set something on the ground as he approached his younger sister. As he got closer, I could tell that it was definitely my oldest friend standing directly in front of his younger sister. "Jon," I tried again, "You've got to help me." Again I was ignored.
Instead he used a finger to lift his sister's chin so that she was looking him directly in the eye. A soft smile crossed his lips. "You know I'm going to have to punish you for this, right?"
Far from the aggressive psycho lesbian she'd been a moment ago, Zoe suddenly appeared very meek. She nodded. "Yes."
"Good," he said. I watched in horror as he leaned down and kissed his younger sister hard on the lips. It was the same kind of kiss that she'd tried to give me moments earlier and I could tell there was a substantial amount of tongue involved. Part of me wanted to throw up as I watched the incestuous kiss play out, but it finally ended with Jon pulling away and Zoe leaving the room. He followed her to the door, closed it behind her and flipped the light switch.
If there had been any doubt it was quickly starting to vanish. If it wasn't Jon standing in front of the door then somebody had certainly gone through a lot of trouble to take on his appearance. Or maybe not a lot of trouble, I thought as I watched him place the wishing rock on the dresser. Now that I could see the room, see the pictures hanging on the wall, I realized we were in his parents' room.
"You're not Jon," I said. I'd planned to sound defiant, to show this bastard that I wasn't scared. What actually came out sounded rather more timid than I'd hoped. The look on his face made my skin break out in goose bumps. "Jon would never do this to me. He'd never make out with his sister." At least I'd sounded a little less doubtful that time.
He shook his head slowly, "You don't get it, do you. God, you were always kind of slow."
"What?"
He rolled his eyes. "Didn't think you were that stupid Kare. You honestly think I spent all of that time with you because I wanted to be your friend? Think I listened to your mind numbing chatter because I wanted to?" He shook his head again. "You think I kept your secrets because of some misguided loyalty to you?"
"Jon?" I whispered. It couldn't be him though, right? This was some kind of sick joke, it had to be. But what if it was him? I looked over at the rock. "Jon," I said again, "you have to listen to me. Something happened with the rock. This isn't you."
"Wrong again," he said calmly. "This is finally me."
He bent down and I heard him unzip something. I calmed a little when he came back up and I noticed his jeans were still fastened. It didn't last long though when I realized he was holding a video camera in his hand. A moment later he was setting up a tripod and attaching the camera to the top of it. I wanted to scream, but I managed to hold it in.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my body starting to shake. "What's that for Jon?"
He took a moment to adjust the camera before he answered. Apparently satisfied with the setup, she slowly walked over to the edge of the bed. Sitting down he reached over and stroked my hair. "This is what I've wanted Karyn." I tried to pull away, but I was being held to tightly. Every pass of his fingers through my short red hair sent a cold shiver down my spine. I wondered if he even noticed how much I was shaking. If he did, it didn't stop him from continuing.
"With the rock I can have anything I want Karyn, and I want you." I couldn't believe the tone in his voice, couldn't believe this was the same person who'd sit with me and watch the entire Lord of the Rings Trilogy back to back. Had that really been an act? Had he been thinking about this the entire time?
"You don't want to do this Jon," I pleaded. Now he was stroking my cheek.
"Yes," he nodded, "I think I do." Without any further warning, he leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. It was even more terrifying than the one Zoe had given me earlier. I did everything I could to avoid it, struggled as hard as I could, but he remained undeterred. Finally, apparently tired of my endless shifting, I felt his hand around my throat.
"You really don't want to struggle," he whispered as I felt my airways constricting. "Just let it happen."
I started to gasp. He was really choking me! I'm not sure how long it went on, but finally, when I felt like I was on the edge of passing out, he released the pressure and made another pass at my lips. "Jon," I begged. "No, please " He pulled back and slapped me across the face.
"You want this as much as I do," he said angrily. I was still stunned by the slap. I couldn't believe he'd done it. "You know you do," he repeated, and then he wound back and slapped me again, and again, and again. Tears were welling up in my eyes. How could he do this to me? It had to be the rock, I tried to remind myself, but with every second that certainty sank deeper and deeper into the back of my mind. Rock or not, exactly what was about to happen here in this room was starting to sink in.
"I tried to make you willing," he said, his voice even once again. "But it changed you too much. It wasn't you anymore, and you're the one I want." A thin smile crossed his lips. Once again, he leaned in to kiss me and I didn't struggle. Going against every fiber of my being I gave in to the kiss. I did it because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't.
As he kissed me, I felt his hand unzipping my jumper, felt it slide across my breast. As he started to squeeze it, I realized that my own terror had numbed me. It didn't feel good at all. In fact it kind of hurt. I would have given anything for him to stop right there, but he didn't. I felt him slide the black shirt I was wearing up over my breasts. Still lost in the kiss, trying to shut out the world around me, I felt him slip my bra cups up, exposing my breasts.
When he pulled away, I was crying. Every touch of his hand across my skin felt like sandpaper. He was on top of me now. I thought about trying to kick him away, but what could I do? He'd just hit me again. Wasn't it better to just let him finish and be done with this hell. I did my best to retreat into my mind as my best friend continued to rape me. Every once in a while I'd feel him squeeze something, or pinch something and I'd yelp in pain.
The next time my mind drifted back into the real world, he'd already pulled my jeans off, and was in the process of pulling my underwear off, exposing me completely. I watched, as though I were outside the event, as he undid his jeans and his manhood flopped out. I watched my body struggle mildly as he spread my legs apart and slid himself into my opening. When I felt him take my virginity the pain pulled me kicking and screaming back into myself. There was no pleasure as he thrust himself into me again and again, only pain. It hurt like hell and I cried out again and again, but to no avail.
The grin on his face as he took me would haunt my dreams for years to come. All I could do was cry. It seemed to go on forever. It didn't feel like it would ever end, but finally with a triumphant grunt I felt a warm explosion inside of me. A moment later, he pulled out. He climbed up and stroked my cheek.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he asked softly.
"Go to hell Jon," I whispered between sobs.
I couldn't help but smile as I closed the bedroom door and stepped back into the hallway. I wasn't surprised to see Zoe sitting on the floor next to the door. She had an extremely satisfied glint in her eye when she looked up at me. "Well," she said, "how did it go?" I took a breath. I wasn't honestly sure how to answer.
"It was strange," I told her as I replayed the scene in my own mind. It had been my idea, but I hadn't been completely prepared. Talking to the other Karyn earlier in the living room, I'd gone far beyond the point of wanting to know what made her so great. Instead, I'd decided that the only way to satisfy my own inner turmoil was to break her, to destroy her life. After all, so much of my anger came from the fact that her life had been so much better than mine. If I took that away from her, if I turned her life into a living hell as well, then maybe my own circumstances wouldn't seem so horrible.
So, I'd decided to aim straight for the heart. What was the one thing she'd had that I didn't? It was that bastard Jon. How would she feel if he were taken away from her? Once I'd had the idea it had been pretty easy to set up. I'd used the rock to give myself the ability to change my physical form into Jon's at will and then well, I'd used that form to rape her. Of course in her eyes Jon, her best friend for the better part of a decade, had just raped her. The thought made me warm inside. This was just the beginning for her. When I was done with that little bitch, she'd welcome death itself.
It was, obviously, the first time I'd had sex as a man and I guess I hadn't expected it to feel so different. Having a penis, feeling it harden, feeling it throb as Karyn's tight little pussy was squeezing it it had been intense. And the orgasm, blowing my load inside of her, it had been like nothing else I'd ever experienced.
"How did I do?" Zoe asked as she stood up. She walked up to me and put her arms around my neck.
"You played your part wonderfully," I said softly. I leaned in and kissed her. As we kissed, and as she pressed her bare breasts against my chest, I felt a stirring between my legs. Until then, I'd completely forgotten that I was still wearing Jon's body. She pulled away and smiled. "How would you like to take it out for a test drive with a willing partner?" she asked. I felt one of her hands drift down and rub my crotch.
"You realize that in another reality, this is your brother? You do realize that right?" I asked.
She leaned in for another quick kiss and smiled up at me. "Can I help the fact that my brother's so damn cute?" Her eyes seemed to light up as another thought crossed her mind. "By the way, you have to get me a copy of that tape."
I smiled. "I'm sure I can arrange that," I told her.
"Mmm, can't wait," she purred. "Now come on Bro, let's go fuck." She took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.
How could I resist?
