Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 23:53:07 -0700 (PDT) From: John Smith Subject: [DIVIDUAL] 02 Double Vision [DIVIDUAL] 02 Double Vision by The Room smartergods@yahoo.com Nifty Category: SF/Fantasy This story © 2012 by the StormNET Room. Indefinite license for online exhibition is granted to the Nifty archive (and various associated mirrors) but it may not otherwise be copied distributed without the permission of the author. TODAY ON FAPOVISION: A yin-yang necklace brings out dark impulses during a dream. T/t selfcest, 15yrs old __________ School wasn't fun, but then when is it? Not when you're fifteen, aren't on one of the sports teams and used to be part of the chess club in junior high. I threw my bag in the corner, turned on the television and injured some eternity until dinner which was mine to make; mom was out working. All this solo time would be kinda cool if I had a girl to bring back to the apartment, but I didn't. Homework was a blur with as many answers as possible taken from the back of the book. Then it was bedtime; another day wasted to no real gain. I couldn't even summon the drive to stay up late. Being fifteen sucks. My mom got me a yin-yang necklace to 'help resolve my inner conflicts' and the first night I wore it I had a really vivid sex dream, a strange one because I could remember being both sides. Still I rubbed the necklace for good luck and hoped for a twofer. Lord knows I could use some excitement in my life. --- I was awakened by the alarm clock in an upstairs apartment. 3 A.M. then, shut up old woman. "Mmph, ~ut up 'ld woman." That hadn't been me. I turned, an there in bed was me, just like last time. And just like last time he was wearing a white 'yang' necklace. Oh, the power of suggestion is strong in this one! I nudged myself. "Wake up." "wha~? Oh it's me." He blinked. "Oh, cool." He began to skin out of underwear, I did the same. I pushed him back on the pillows and took his dick in my hand; he was already hard and so was I. This was awesome. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations before I lost the dream. It felt so weird, the feeling of a dick in my mouth, but in a good way. He grabbed the back of my head and made some little needy noises. I wonder if a real blowjob was anything like this dream. He tapped me up. "Let me do you!" He said it quiet like he was afraid if being overheard. We negotiated the bed and finally ended up in a 69, which was way more awkward than it looked in porn. But it felt great and I buried my head between his thighs to lose myself in sensation. Sucking, jerking, nuzzling, thrusting, whining... hot, hard, spongy-soft and the intoxicating smell of sweat, the taste of fluids and -- Cum, flooding his mouth as his other self tensed and cried out. Hot and choking and acrid in his nose. He felt dizzy and high and he swallowed it all. I tried to apologize to myself but I hushed him and pushed him on his back and straddled his chest. Just like last night I fed him my cock, hard and ready, stretching my lips. He looked stuffed and overwhelmed -- almost drugged. I pushed forward. He made noises and they felt good. Back -- and his hands were on my ass pushing me back in again. In then. In, in, in... a sort of rolling boil in my hips that never really withdrew but simply danced around the back of his throat, pushing insistently against his tonsils while his tongue swirled frantically. "I'm gonna cum." I declared and pushed forward one last time, pushing everything into him as by toes curled, my ass clenched and my back cracked with the force of an orgasm that emptied me from the bottom up -- and left him choking and spitting cum while my fingers curled in his hair and insistently held his node tight against my pubis. His eyes were wide and watering by the time I gave him room. He choked and shoved me back. The dream could end now, I was satisfied. I helped him clean up, wiping his face and licking my fingers clean. "Vivid." He sniffed. "Do you think it's just the power of suggestion?" I had just been thinking that, then he said it aloud. Dream logic was confusing. "What else? Magic?" "Or psychic shit? I've never had dreams like this. Maybe Yoga-lady did something." I touched my necklace, the dark yin spiral. "Psychic energy for dreams? That's stupid." He -- I -- he -- yawned, and I immediately followed. "Yeah. It's nice though." I was tired too. The dream must be nearing its end. I settled back to bed. My other self picked my camera off the nightstand. "Here, say cheese." I snorted laughter and took a picture with him. He kissed my cheek and whispered "Something to remember me by." Strange dream. Good though. --- An alarm woke me again, only this time it was my own clock signaling a start to the day. I stretched and suppressed a grin. I felt great. And that dream again with the double memories... I almost never remembered my dreams but these were truly excellent. I was practically humming as I showered. Even the prospect of another day at school didn't seem so bad! I didn't even think when I grabbed my camera on the way out. Not until I was checking for a picture during geometry. There, the most recent photo. Two of me, making goofy faces for the camera. [fin]