Anamnesis ©
Chapter Three
By Fiction Writer #13
( incest, brother, sister, m/f, oral, paranormal)

Breakfast passed in near silence as the satisfied family filled their bellies with bacon and eggs.  Throughout the meal Robbie had to continuously shift his weight from one cheek to another as the dull ache in his colon steadily grew.  He knew from experience that the pain would eventually go away, but for now it made sitting on the hard dining chairs very uncomfortable.  With every wincing movement he caught his mother's eye, her sheepish grin not making his situation any easier to bear.

Stephanie had also been keeping an eye on him as well, only her face clearly displayed pangs of guilt over his suffering.  At one point in the meal, when Helen stood up from the table to get more coffee, Steph had leaned over and whispered into Rob's ear, "I'll help you take care of that later."  Rob could only offer her a weak smile of thanks as their mother returned holding her freshly filled mug of Joe.

Following the morning meal, Robbie got first dibs on the shower, his sister relinquishing her normal claim of ladies first.  The hot water stung as it snaked its way down his back and into the crevice of his bottom.  All Rob could do was wince and grind his teeth until the newly stretched skin adjusted to the flow of water.

Finally cleaned up and feeling a bit better, Rob made his way back to his room.  His father had excused him from his chores for the day, and much to Rob's surprise, Stephanie hadn't complained about it not being fair.  So Rob found himself sitting on his down filled pillow tapping away on the keyboard of his computer.

SEARCH: strange dreams, lost memories

The search engine revealed thousands of hits ranging in topics from past lives to medical treatments for Alzheimer's.  Rob scanned through the long list searching for anything that seemed even remotely close to what was happening to him.  Many of the topics he recognized from earlier searches, but none jumped out as a possibility for his case.

SEARCH: strange dreams, lost memories, nightmares

Once again, hitting the enter key flooded his monitor with a huge list of topics, none of which were new to his blue eyes.  "Damn it!" he cursed to himself while rubbing his temples.  He'd been down this road so many times that coming up with new search terms had become an increasingly arduous task.

'Think, you idiot... think.' Berating himself changed nothing.  The dull throbbing in is bottom no longer distracted him from his slowly building headache.  His fingers moved to rub at his eyes, massaging away the frustration he felt at not knowing what to search for.  As his thumb and index fingers pressed into the soft orbs behind his eye lids, flashes of purple and red danced in his mind's eye.

He concentrated on those strange colors as they moved in time with his rubbing, the harder he pressed the more vivid they became.  Suddenly a flash of white filled his mind.  A memory, like the after image left on a television being on pause too long, hung just beyond his grasp.  He pressed harder into his eyes, the pain causing tears to well up and run down his cheeks.  Something was there and he wasn't going to let it slip away.

Another flash of white, but this time the memory took hold.  He couldn't see anything, but he could feel it.  It was dark; he was restrained, naked, exposed, and helpless.  Something was inside of him, long and hard.  It was uncomfortable, embarrassing, he felt shame at knowing that it was buried inside of his bottom.  'Why?' he wondered. 'Why is something up my butt?'

He could hear himself asking questions, questions that he had asked himself while in that place, and suddenly he found his fingers back on the keyboard in the here and now.

SEARCH: strange dreams, lost memories, nightmares, alien abduction

Once again his monitor filled with thousands of possibilities.  Rob's eyes, still blurry from his vigorous rubbing, scanned the page hoping to find exactly what he was looking for.  He didn't have to look for long.  Many of the sites offered tales of UFO abductions.  Victims recounted tales of restraints and probes, medical experiments and memory loss.

Most had been returned without any knowledge of where they’d been, only missing time which they could not account for.  It was only through a process of hypnotic memory regression that the horrible truth came to light.

Rob began to search within these listings, scanning for any accounts that occurred near his home.  He hoped to find someone out there who might be able to shed some light on his situation.  Someone who would listen to him, unlike his family who all seemed to avoid speaking about anything regarding his nightmares.

Unfortunately, after an hour of sifting through the sad stories, he wasn't able to find anyone who lived in or near Miflin, NY who had an abduction story to tell.  It seemed that the majority of these abductees came from the south or rural areas of the Midwest, but he did find something that piqued his interest: Highland City, NY.

For some reason this major city had experienced a number of abductions over the years.  Those who had been taken didn't fit into the normal groups taken in other parts of the country.  Doctors, Lawyers, Politicians, Scientists, Police Officers, Veterans, Teachers... you name a profession and one of their members had been taken.

Robbie hadn't come to this conclusion on his own, a man named Dr. Paul Stanton had compiled this data himself.  After more digging Rob discovered that this man, Dr. Stanton, had been writing books about alien abductions for nearly thirty years, but had only recently begun to study the strange phenomenon occurring in Highland City.

Rob went on to read that Highland was apparently a hot spot, not only for UFO's, but for various paranormal activities in general.  So much so that a convention was to be held in Highland during which the experts of several fields of study would be discussing everything that they had learned.

Rob clicked on the link provided and found himself reading the details about the convention titled 'Conspiracy, Lies, and Cover-ups: The Highland Connection'.  The keynote speaker was going to be Dr. Stanton himself, but over twenty others were going to speak over the weekend event.  None of their names sounded familiar, but Rob was surprised to see so many with the title of doctor.  There were going to be several films shown during the event as well as several workshops for attendees.

Rob's eyes narrowed as he leaned in to read the small font list of workshops being offered.  He had scanned nearly the entire list when he found what he had hoped to find, Hypnotic Memory Regression: Past Lives, Lost Time, and Memory Recall.

"I have to get there," Rob whispered out loud.

"Where?"

"Jesus!" Rob's heart nearly leaped out of his chest at the sound of his sister's voice directly behind him. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry.  Why so jumpy, baby brother?" Steph leaned in over his shoulder to get a better look at what he was staring at so intently. "Dirty stuff?"

"No," he defended while cocking his head to one side to avoid banging heads with her. "Stuff about UFO's."

"Figures.   Most guys your age would be looking up porn, but not you... you look for little green men," Steph taunted, breathing hotly into Rob's ear, sending shivers up and down his spine and causing goose-flesh to break out on his skin.

"How would you know what guys my age would be interested in?" Rob brushed her long black hair away from his shoulder. "You've been stuck out here in the middle of nowhere just like me."

"True, but I've read that at your age it's all you guys can think about," Steph said, playfully nibbling at his earlobe.

"Stop that!" Rob pulled away. "You're one to talk; you can't go five minutes without diddling yourself."

"Well, maybe if my little brother wasn't such a nerd I wouldn't have to do it to myself all the time."

"Why are you here anyway?"

"Oh yeah, uh..." Steph reached down to the floor and returned holding a paper plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Dad said to bring you your lunch. He thought you might be too sore to come down and get it yourself."

Rob took the offered food. "Thanks, I didn't realize how long I've been on the computer."

"That's all you seem to do lately.  What are you trying to find?" Steph reached down again and this time came back with a glass of milk, which Rob also took.

"Answers," he replied after taking a big swig.

"Answers to what exactly?"

"Just stuff, things you and mom and dad don't want to talk about."

"And UFO's are what you found?  God, you're weird."

"No, not UFO's.  Memories."

"Starting to forget things?"

"No." Rob's headache started to return. "I think... I think something happened to us.  Something bad... and... for some reason, we can't... or won't, remember what it was."

"Oh, not that again." Steph pulled away from her brother. "I thought you were over that crap by now."

Rob turned to face his sister. "You see?  That's what I'm talking about.  That's why I'm looking online for answers."

"Well, it's just stupid!"

"Well then, let me be stupid, no one is keeping you here.  Thanks for the sandwich." Rob turned back to the computer and began scrolling down again.  Behind him he could sense that Steph hadn't left his room yet.

"Waiting for something?  Perhaps some new material to make fun of me about?"

"God, chill out baby bro." Steph took a step closer and stood beside Rob. "I didn't mean to get you all psycho."

"Sorry." Rob looked up from his screen to find her with her eyes closed and her fingers massaging her temples. "Headache?"

"Yeah, really bad one too."

"You get them every time I start asking questions.  So does mom and dad.  I do too, but not as bad as they used to be."

"That's weird.  You sure it's just not allergies or something."

"Nope.   Watch, the next time we're at the dinner table, I'll ask mom and dad if we ever lived in a blue house before.  I'll bet you ten bucks they'll suddenly get migraines and send me to my room."

"Ouch..." Steph winced in pain and rubbed her temples harder. "When... when did this start happening?"

"It's been like this ever since, I guess... a year or so ago.  When I started having nightmares, I tried to ask Mom about them but couldn't because my head felt like it was going to explode.  It took me two months of trying before I could speak without feeling like I was going to get sick from the pain."

"This happens every time?" Steph put her hand out and gripped the back of Rob's desk chair to steady herself.

"Yeah.   For some reason we all get headaches or sick when I try to talk about that stuff, so I just stopped asking.  It wasn't worth the scoldings from Dad, or the spankings from Mom."

"I like her spankings."

"You wouldn't have liked these.  The more I try to find out what happened to us, the more she hurts me."

"Okay... let’s say I believe you... oh... oh God... urp..." A wave of nausea overtook Steph and she dove for the trash can next to Rob's desk, emptying the contents of her stomach.

Rob was up in an instant to hold her hair as she continued dry heaving for a few minutes.  After a while she looked up at him with tears streaming from her eyes. "Rob... what's happening to us?"

"I don't know, Steph.  Not yet... but I will." He offered her what was left of his milk which she took gratefully.

"Why aren't you as sick as me?" Her face went white and she looked like she might let go again, but managed to get the swirling back under control.

"Oh, I did, at first.  After a while it got better.  I think I had some help, though."

"Who?"

"I don't know who she is, not even her name, but... she talks to me in my dreams.  I think she's important to us somehow, like we should know her, but we've forgotten." Rob helped Steph back to her feet, "You okay?"

"Yeah... I think. It's not as bad now." Steph wiped some spittle from her cheek with the back of her hand.

"Steph, why now?" She looked at him and cocked her head to the side not understanding his question. "Why are you listening to me now, and putting yourself through all of this?"

"I don't know.  I guess I still feel a little guilty about what happened earlier."

"Don't worry about that, it wasn't your fault, and Mom would have made me do that eventually anyway."

"Did it hurt... the whole time?" Steph's own fear at having to take on Grampa could clearly be heard in her quavering voice.

"Not the whole time.  Just the beginning and then afterwards." Rob pointed to the feather pillow atop his desk chair. "Some of it felt nice."

"That's good to know." Steph gave a weak smile which Rob returned.

"By the way, Dad told me what you tried to do, defying Mom and all.  Thanks."

"Sometimes I hate that bitch," Steph growled.

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  She goes too far sometimes.  Like it stops being fun and she turns into some kind of monster." Rob moved back to his chair.

"I don't remember her being like that before, do you?"

"Ever since I started asking her questions, she started getting nuts."

"Hmm... so... what were you talking about earlier?  You said you needed to get somewhere?" Steph knelt on the carpeted floor beside her brother, one arm draped over his shoulders as he continued scanning the website.

"Highland, New York.  There's going to be a convention there in two days.  They're going to have people there who can do hypnotic memory regression.  If I went I could find out what's going on with us, and maybe find out who that girl is."

"Is she pretty?  This dream girl of yours?" Steph's other hand moved up the outside of Rob's leg until it rested on his thigh.

"Yeah, I guess so, but she's like, ten years old."

"You dirty boy, corrupting innocent little girls." Steph smiled at Rob as her hand found its way into his lap and took a gentle hold of his flaccid member. "Highland, huh?  That's like a six hour drive from here.  How are you gonna get there?"

"I don't know.  Mom and Dad have this place on lock down, and we don't even own a car." Rob slumped in his seat despite his growing erection brought on by Steph's delicate stroking.

"We own a car, stupid."

"What?  Where?"

"Down the drive way up by the road.  It's locked up in a garage."

"How'd you find that?"

"That's where Desmond and I get together." She smiled wickedly at her shocked brother.

"The delivery guy?"

"Yeah.   He's not very good, like you are, but he's different." She smiled even bigger and stroked Rob a little harder, causing a small moan to escape his lips.

"You little slut!   Does Mom know?"

"No, and she better not find out either or I'll cut your balls off." She continued to stroke him faster, squeezing until some precum oozed out his slit.

"I won't tell... oh god that feels good..." For a moment Rob lost his train of thought and just sat back, enjoying the expert hand job he was getting. "A... a car... still does me no good.  Mom and Dad will never... ah... let me go... and... I ah... don't know how to drive."

"I know how to drive." Steph bent over and licked the head of his throbbing cock.

"When'd you learn to... ohhh fuck... learn to drive?"

"I don't know.  I just know how."

"You have to take me."

"The hell I do.  If I drove you out to Highland Dad would have a fit and Mom would probably beat the shit out of me." Steph leaned in and licked his shaft from balls to tip in one stroke, adding lubrication for her hand to glide more easily along his length.

"Please, Steph," Rob begged.

"Sorry bro.  I feel guilty about what happened earlier, but not that guilty." Her mouth once again fell to his lap.  Her hair tickled his thighs as her lips took hold of the head of his prick.  Slowly she lowered herself down onto him, engulfing him in warm velvet.

Rob's hands left the keyboard and found themselves tangled in her hair as she rose and fell on him, sucking him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!  Oh God, Steph, that feels so fuckin' good!  Don't stop... please, don't stop!" Rob could feel his load churning in his balls, ready for release at any moment as Steph bobbed up and down.

"Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmmm..." she moaned in time with her suckling, her hands now moving to fondle his smooth ball sack and stroke him at the same time.

"Stephanie!  Your mother wants you to come downstairs and help her with something real quick!"

Their father's voice echoed up into Rob's room from the stairs.  Rob had hoped she hadn't heard him call, but was disappointed when he felt her pull free from his cock.  Her lips made a loud smacking sound as she did so, a line of saliva and precum hanging in the air between them, one end dangling from her lower lip, the other still connected to his cock.  The sticky fluid snapped as she smiled evilly up at her desperate little brother.

"Coming Daddy!"

With that she was up and bounding out of Rob's room, leaving him just moments away from popping.

"Damn it!  You little bitch, I was right there!" He could hear her laughing as she made her way down the stairs.

Two hours later Rob was laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out a way to convince his sister to steal the family car and drive him to Highland, when his mother called to him from downstairs.

"Robbie!  Come down to the basement and help me with something, please!"

"I'll be right down Mom!" he called down to her as he slowly rolled off the mattress.  Once his feet were firmly planted on the soft carpet below he stood and made his way out the door and down the stairs.  Along the way he noticed that no one else seemed to be around, even the radio in the living room had been turned off.  His parents had always been against having a television in the house, but the radio was almost always on.

'Where is everyone?' Rob wondered as he passed through the empty dining room on his way to the basement door.  The kitchen was empty as well.  Except for some still dirty dishes left in the sink, there were no signs of life anywhere in the house.  That's when he heard it, a sound that sent shivers of fear up and down his spine and an aching in his testicles.

CRACK!

He knew that sound.  He knew it all too well.  Just hearing it again almost caused his bladder to empty on the tiled floor.

CRACK!

The sickening sound echoed up from the basement stairwell, through the open door, and reverberated in the empty kitchen.  Rob's heart raced in his chest, dread at what he would find once he descended those steps froze him in place.

CRACK! CRACK!

Slowly he made his way to the open door and peered down the darkened passage.  The normal lighting had been turned off, an eerie red glow now illuminating the floor below.

"I can hear you up there, Robbie." The calmness of his mother's voice made the hair on his neck stand up. "Come down here and help mommy."

CRACK!

One shaking step forward brought him close enough to hear what he had hoped he would never hear ever again... muffled sobs of pain.

CRACK!

"Hmmphhh... mm... mm... mm hmm..."

He could not tell from which family member they were coming from, but he knew it didn't matter.  He knew what he would find at the bottom of those wooden steps.

"Robbie!  Don't make me call you again.  Get down here now!"

The anger and urgency in his mom's voice forced his body to start moving again.  The stairs creaked under his weight with each unwilling step.

CRACK!

"HHHHmmmphh... mmphhh... mmmphhh... mmm... mm... m..."

The red glow now bathed his whole body as he neared the final step, giving the appearance of being dipped in blood.  As his bare foot made contact with the cold concrete floor, another crack filled the air, stinging his ears.

CRACK!

He closed his eyes while trying to will away what he knew he would see should he open them.

"Open your eyes, Robbie." His mother's voice came closer to him as she spoke, he could hear something dragging on the floor as she moved. "Come and see how mommy punishes those who disobey her commands."

Despite her command he kept his eyes tightly closed.  He knew what she wanted him to see, but he didn't want to see it.  Not again.  Never again.

"So help me God!  If you don't open your eyes this instant, Robert!"

'No... not again... she promised... she fucking promised!' he cried in his mind as his eyes clinched even tighter.

"OPEN!"

CRACK!

The sting of the lash caught him by surprise and his eyes flew open.  Instantly he wished they had not...