Chapter #10Glimpses of Lives to Come by: Nostrum   It’s Saturday – a day you’ve been dreading the most. Especially since Tina decided to wake you up in the bossiest mood. “Davey! We’re going! I want you in the bathroom, now!”
You feel Merry’s getting too comfortable in your big sister’s skin. She switched to her since that day, and so did her attitude. Tina often wears shorts, but at least she does so with a shirt – now, she’s always wearing sports bras, showing her cleavage to Leslie, still inside your dad.
Nights are worse. Leslie and Merry are hot for each other, fucking for hours, sometimes even in daylight. Seeing your sister flirting with your father is disgusting enough, but seeing them hump doggy-style, loud and lewd, from the half-open door makes you think they want to be caught. (Claire doesn’t, since they send her to an “early” sleep with the pens.)
You’re regretting this decision, since it means leaving your family to these two deviants. But there’s some positives, such as Tina's brighter mood, or how permissive they are with everyone.
You barely finish showering when you hear a knock on the door. “Davey? You finished?”
“Uh... yeah.”
“Open up.” As you comply, you see her in skimpy attire, showcasing Tina’s cleavage front and center with her shirt. It almost makes you forget about the green pen in her hand.
“What are you doing!?” you warn her. “Claire’s downstairs!”
“Got no time,” she says as she pushes you both inside and locks the door. “Dad - I mean, Leslie’s distracting her.”
“She’s been talking about Mom acting odd.”
“And she’ll say the same about me when I switch back.” She sighs, rubbing her forehead. “It’d be easier if you switched with her, but Les wants you out.”
“Y’know...” You tighten your towel around your waist while avoiding her face. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“We need someone on the outside, Dave. In case something happens to us.”
“Yeah, I know! But what if Claire gets too curious and--!”
“Listen...” She grabs your shoulders tight, staring you in the eye. “I’m pretty sure he’ll clone her, but that’s beside the point. You’re a good kid. We don't wanna screw you with our stuff.”
“So you’re throwing me away.”
She takes a deep breath, summoning Tina’s motherly voice – one she seldom uses, except when you’re distressed. “I won’t lie, it’s basically that. But it’s for everyone’s best interest – if something happens to us, you’ll be safe. Hell – living a posh life, even!”
“But I won’t be able to come back.”
You notice in her face that she’s losing the battle. “Attachments to family isn’t really our thing, kid. I left home when I was Claire’s age.” She grabs your chin, smiling tenderly. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you, but we’re trying to make it up. Just wait ‘til you see the choices!”
“Doesn’t feel like it, though.” She may be losing the battle, but ultimately, you lost the war.
“Listen - I’ll try to work things out so that you can contact us once in a while. Maybe switch with your clone and have a nice family dinner once everything settles.” She brings you close, straight to her cleavage, and rubs your hair. “Don’t think of us as cruel strangers, Davey. Leslie might not share our blood, but we do.”
She gently pushes you back, giving you a hearty grin. “We’ll keep an eye on you, one way or another. I bet I’m being a better sister to you than Tina ever did.”
That brings out a chuckle. “Yeah. Pretty much.”
“Then get used to it.” The good times end quickly as she reveals her intentions. “Once she ends college, I’m moving in. I’m keeping her and Marie.”
“But why!?”
“Because she’s younger, hotter and smarter. If the investment thing works, I might even convince Les to drop the heists. We’ll be set for life. And who knows, maybe the next one too.” She looks in the mirror, squeezing her breasts while licking her lips. “I wonder how I’ll look as a blonde.”
“Merry...” You feel your stomach knot at seeing her fondle your sister – and getting a boner from it. “Stop it.”
“Right,” she says as she shakes her hands away, grabbing the pen. “Anyways - this shouldn’t take long.”
Barely a moment after she clicks the pen at you, you feel an intense itch overcome your body. Your skin bloats, growing heavy but also moist within. You scratch, and the outer layer begins to stretch and slide away from the inner. Merry moves behind and rips the skin at your nape, forming a long tear from which you feel a rush of cool air.
With her help, you remove the outer layer of your own skin. The lower layer has a rosy tone which quickly fades away; your hair’s moist and messy, and your skin feels very sticky. You wipe it off with your towel, noticing how it clings to it and evaporates almost instantly, leaving no residue.
Merry grabs the deflated, cloned flesh and rolls it, opening the door. “Get ready. We’re moving out as soon as you finish breakfast.”
--
"Where you’re going?” Claire says as you eat breakfast, on her way outside.
“I’m taking Davey to check out college – y'know, since he’s about to graduate.”
“How’re you gonna go there? Isn’t MTSU in Tyneside?"
“I’m lending them my car,” Leslie says, still in your father’s guise. “Don’t need to step out today.”
“Alright,” she says, giving a puzzled stare. “I’ll be at Katie’s, Mom. You need me for something?”
“Oh no, dear!” Your mother smiles at her – a plastic smile, devoid of motherly warmth – and waves her hand dismissively. “Just make sure you’re back for dinner.”
“Yeah, I know. See you later.”
Before she can leave, you leap out of your seat to hug her. Your mind’s on turmoil, but despite being a thorn on your side, you can’t help but pour out your feelings. “Take care, Claire-bear. And say ‘hi’ to Jess for me.”
She’s mortified, but she consents. “Alright. Now let me go before I get the weirdness bug...”
Once she’s far away, Leslie and Merry engage in a passionate kiss, with your mother holding his arm in an empty gesture. He looks at you, disappointed. “Never imagined you’d be so soppy, kid.”
“Let him,” Merry says. “Who knows when he’ll see them again.”
--
Your first stop at Tyneside is Intense Fitness Gym. Close to the MTSU campus, it caters to students but also to amateur and professional bodybuilders. Merry greets and chats with the employee, claiming you’re her “watcher”; with an odd glare, he lets you in, and after maneuvering the machines, she sits near one of her targets.
“That’s Jason Parsons,” she says while pointing at a man wearing a black polo with the gym’s logo. He’s motivating a girl to finish her dumbbell reps, but she’s more interested in his large chest and baby blue eyes. “He owns this place and plans to expand.”
Soon, he goes to check on Merry, greeting her with a kiss. “Tina! Nice to see you. Odd to see you here on a Saturday.”
“Brought my little brother here.” As you shake hands, she delivers a very cryptic claim. “Just wanted you two to get closer – no homo.”
--
“Here,” the librarian tells Merry as she hands her a folder with some copied documents. As you move to a nearby table, you can see what she looked in her.
“That’s Claudia Nicholls,” she says about the slim ginger with curly hair on an updo and green eyes behind thick, horn-rimmed glasses. Her frilly long-sleeved blouse holds a pair of large breasts, and her waist-high pencil skirt deforms from her hips. “She’s in line to become head librarian here – her job’s secure. She’s got a home and a car, and no known partners.”
“She looks like one of those Victorian women.”
“That’s her only eccentricity,” she reveals. “The building aside is owned by MTSU’s Humanities school, we can always go there and chat if necessary.”
Despite Leslie’s intention to keep you apart, Merry has found ways to keep in touch with you. Ms. Nicholls is the least she’s related to, but the old library’s still in use by college students, which means she can always stop by.
Of course, you’re not the only one to ogle her. You’re the luckiest, as a glare from her makes a couple basketball players hide their heads behind books they surely don’t intend to read.
--
Your next stop is in a café, where Merry discreetly points at the owner. “That’s Carol Neuhardt,” she says while her target is distracted. “And this is arguably one of the best cafés around.”
Her claim isn’t empty, much like the place. In fact, it’s rather packed for a Saturday afternoon, with a very cosmopolitan clientele: students doing college homework, businessmen sealing a deal, bohemians and the odd old man sitting on a corner, wearing tweed and watching the news.
Carol herself is a study in contrasts. She’s got a banging body, unmarred by age, and a face that has aged gracefully. She was once a supermodel - “almost thirty years ago,” Merry tells you – but decided to retire early and settle here as a shop owner. Rumors abound of her fortune and scandalous life – rumors that clash with the gentle and simple woman attending everyone with a bright smile.
You doubt whether Merry will be capable of snatching her. But it’s probably her next target, just arriving at the location, who will be harder to catch – a businessman, dressed in the finest attire, surrounded by a cadre of yes men and a couple bodyguards keeping watch.
“Well, damn our luck... Paul Farber, in the fucking flesh.”
You lean closer, hissing at her. “You’re not telling me you--”
“Dream big, Davey! Handsome, rich and powerful – why throw away the fucking jackpot!?”
The crowd and the bodyguards might be an issue. But she’s not wrong. Why would you reject being one of the most powerful men in Tyneside?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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