1. Twinfinity: The Arena (1-2)


    Date: 12/29/2017, Categories: Fiction, Author: Chris Podhola, Source: sexstories.com

    TWINFINITY THE ARENA A novella by Chris Podhola 5/21/2014 Tommy Leighton has been having nightmares. His dreams have been plaguing his sleep, but they also plague him when he’s awake because the content of his dreams is so horrifying to him that he can’t just let them go. Blowing them off isn’t an option because his dreams always come true, and the dreams he’s been having lately are about his twin sister—only she isn’t the same in his dreams as she is in reality. In his dreams she’s a tattooed warrior whose blades are sharp and her skill is unmatched by her foes. Most of the time. In one of the dreams he has she loses and the price for that loss is her life. He has time to figure out how to fix it, but he has no idea how to do that because Whitney, in real life, is blind and deaf, and he can’t imagine how it’s even possible for her to swing a sword the way she does in his dreams. CHAPTER ONE JOLTED AWAKE ∞ Tommy Leighton was jolted from his sleep in a panic. His eyes shot open, he sat up in bed, out of breath, and covered with sweat. He looked around his bedroom and was relieved to see that he was still there. He was still in his bedroom. He was still in Burnsville Missouri. The clock on his nightstand told him that it was 8:51 in the morning and the fact that there was even a clock on his nightstand told him that everything he had just experienced in his dream wasn’t real. At least not yet. He got up from his bed and went to the bathroom that separated his room from ...
    Whitney’s. He went to the sink, ran some cold water, and splashed it on his face and the back of his neck. This wasn’t the first time he awoke covered in sweat from head to toe or with the haunting image of Whitney’s silver—non-piggyback eyes--draining to white. His dreams were never pleasant, but these latest sets of recurring dreams were the worst. At least this morning he hadn’t awoke to Whitney staring at him as she often did. A lot of times Whitney would wake up before he did and sit in his room waiting for him to wake up. He couldn’t blame her for doing that and he never complained about it. She only did it so that she could slip her mind into his. She did it so that she could leave her dark and silent world and join the world of seeing and hearing. Without him she was blind and deaf and he couldn’t imagine living in a world that had absolutely no sights and sounds, so he never complained about it. The cold water on his face made him feel better, but it still wasn’t enough. He turned the shower on, adjusted the water so that it was just barely warm enough to tolerate and jumped in. It’s Sunday, July twelfth 2009, he thought to himself as he let the cool water run over him. And I have about four or five years to figure this out and keep these things from happening. At least that’s what he told himself, for the dreams he was having made no sense to him. They were dreams of his twin sister, but not of the sister he knew and understood; different in appearance and attitude, older ...
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