Spirit Guide Chapter 1
#1 of Spirit Guide
Note to the admin: This is a human only story. I know it's against the rules, but I want a character development story first, and also, note the small (and to me, rather important) cliffhanger at the end. This is why. Please note that I will be submitting the next chapter within 24 hours, and that that one has plenty of yiffies! Yay! Author's Note: Hi, everyone. This is Baron, and welcome to the Spirit Guide series! Yes, i am afraid that there is no Yiff, although the character development is necessary, and this is a super-short, 800 word chapter. The next chapter was submitted right afterwards, and is a bit better. You will note an asterisk beside a term in the story. If you do not know what the term means, you may not be old enough to be reading this. Which reminds me - WARNING: Blah blah blah... 18...21... blah blah blah... legal repercussions... blah blah etc. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hi, I'm Paul. I'm told I'm a good storyteller. Incidentally, I have the perfect story to tell you right now. It's about a young human boy and his sister, as well as - oh, who am I kidding. This story is about me. It's about my sister. It's about my mother. It's about how fucked up the world is right now, and I NEED TO RANT! Sorry. What I mean is, there have been a lot of things happening to me lately, and I sort of need to get it all off of my chest. Writing all of this down is really just my way of doing that. So, where to begin? I suppose the place to start would be around a month or so ago. Back then, I was still me. That is to say, I was Paul Cavalan, 16, 5"7', and fraternal twin of Angela Cavalan. But most importantly, I was Paul Cavalan, HUMAN BEING. But for now, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's stick to the chronology here. About a month ago - actually I think it is a month ago, today, Angie and I went to school as we would normally. Let me explain about school. Angie, my twin sis, is the hottest girl in the whole damn place. Long blonde hair, liquid blue eyes, slender, big boobs, hourglass figure, and likes the colour pink. So the first thing everybody sees is HOT, the second thing they see is BIMBO, and third they see EASY. Of course, they could not possibly be more wrong if they tried...well, about the last two. My sister is a freaking genius. Plus, she has never had an official boyfriend, and even though she has guys falling all over her, she doesn't have sex. Well, maybe she does. But I'll get to that later. Anyway, so then, there's me. I really am my sister's twin. Long (for a guy. You know, about jaw length.), blonde hair, liquid blue eyes, slender, but no muscle. I like pink too, but I'd rather be caught dead that wearing any. You see, people make friends with me, but only to try and get to my sister. When she shoots them down, they leave and start calling me things. You know, the old standbys for slender kids with long hair - fag, pussy, gimp...all of those. Did I mention that I'm a genius, too? This only makes it worse - nerd, geek, and on endlessly goes the list of names. It'd be worse if I wore pink. I don't mind any of it though. Sex with my sister is totally worth it. See? I told you I'd get to it. That's one of the benefits of being fraternal twins. We've slept in the same room for ever, and everyone "knows" that nothing happens, because we're twins. I mean, how sick would that be, right? Wrong. It's not sick at all. We're twins. We know each other better than anyone else in the world. We understand one another. You could also say we sort of are one another. We're always inside the other's head, knowing what they're thinking, even across the city sometimes, if it's a strong emotion. We can feel each other. We looked it up, and apparently "telepathy" like that is common with twins. I say "telepathy" because it's not a language we communicate in. It's more like impressions and emotions, and a general understanding. Anyway, I would say that we're soul-mates, but I don't really believe in all that spiritual crap. It's not wrong, sick or gross that we sleep together. It's the rightest thing in the world. We are totally, madly in love with each other, as corny as that sounds. But I digress - back to the narrative. We went to school as normal, guys tried to get with her as normal, they failed miserably, as normal, she laughed at them (later), as normal, I laughed at them (as they were shot down - remember, I can feel it as it happens), as normal, we both went home happy and horny and fucked each other's brains out, as normal (did I say how hot my sis is? Yeah, well when she's naked and in bed, insert Avogadro's Constant*). All of this would constitute a perfectly normal day. It got weird afterwards. We went to bed - in separate beds this night in particular - and went to sleep. Which means we were oblivious when the world dissolved into blackness.