The Black Box

A sudden pulse of energy rippled across his skin, startling Scottie enough to close his eyes. Then, a second later, it was all gone, with just a slowly diminishing tingle of static electricity. Risking the worst, Scottie slowly opened one eye.

He stood in his living room surrounded by the pile of boxes, opened, and papers were strewn out everywhere, just as it all had been mere moments before.

"I don't get it," Scottie said to himself as he turned, looking all around the room. He was still in his house, nothing had changed. The same infomercial was playing, now listing the dozens upon dozens of side effects one may experience. Yup. Normal.

Cautiously, he raised the black box remote and clicked the ENTER button. Nothing happened. Nothing changed at all. When he looked at the remote in his hands, all appeared normal there too.

"Shit," he said. "Did I break it?" he asked looking around the room. No one responded.

Yet, as his vision passed the mantel, he noted his reflection in a mirror. The hairs on his head were all standing on end.

Scottie slowly approached the reflection, mouth agape as he brushed his hand through the short locks. It was as if an invisible balloon was just above him causing all his follicles to stand upward. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, they fell and the tingle was no more.

For the first time, he saw his red cheek. A very light outline of Hannah's hand still was visible from her slap. His lip was slightly cut and a small dollop of blood was on his lip. He set the remote on the mantel and touched his lip, wincing at the stinging pain.

"Oh shit, Scottie. I got you good, didn't I?"

He looked over to the source of the sound and found Hannah at the bottom of the stairs, one hand on the banister and the other on her hip. She had changed back into her leggings and v-neck t-shirt. To Scottie, the pants seemed just a little tighter while the shirt was a little looser, or maybe it was his imagination sexualizing everything in the last twenty-four hours.

"Yeah," he said trying not to look her all over. There was a slight redness to her cheeks, a slight fidget to her stance. "Are you... How are you feeling?" he asked.

She took a deep breath.

"Better," she said. "I think. It's been a weird couple of days, right?"

Scottie laughed, then flinched "Ouch," he said reflexively bringing his hand to his lip.

"Oh jeez," Hannah said, walking up to Scottie. Reaching out, she held his chin and turned his head slightly to get a better look.

"Gentle!" Scottie said.

"Quiet, you baby," she said, smirking. "Mom would never let me hear the end of it if I bruised her favorite boy."

"Shut up." Scottie laughed as he pushed her away.

"You know it's true," she said. "Okay. Let's put some ice on it before it starts to swell anymore."

Minutes later, Scottie was leaning against the fridge holding a frozen bag of peas to his face. Hannah sat on the counter beside him, leaning forward. The collar of her shirt gaped, revealing the flesh of her soft globes. It was like they were calling to him, begging for Scottie to just sneak a peek, but he wouldn't.

"You're making it really hard to be brotherly here. You practicing getting out of a speeding ticket?" Scottie said.

"What?" Hannah replied raising an eyebrow.

Scottie gestured to her shirt.

"Oh! Thanks," she said, pulling up the collar, then peering down beneath her own shirt. "It's not like you can see anything."

"I can see that you're not wearing a bra."

"Well, that's true," she said. "Had to change from earlier."

"Yeah, about that..." Scottie said, setting the peas on the counter. "... How you doing? You looked real shook up."

Hannah took a deep breath. "Better... I think."

"That's good," Scottie said. "You feel like talking about it?"

She shrugged, then hopped off the counter. "Not sure what I can talk about. Still don't really know what happened."

"Hannah," he said, "You disappeared."

"... What?"

Scottie ran his hand through his hair. "Like, I don't really know how to explain it... It's like one moment you were here. And the next, you were gone. You just... fizzled out."

He searched her face, his showing only concern.

"You don't remember any of this?" Scottie asked.

She looked him in the eyes and shook her head.

"No," she said, "I can't remember anything."

Scottie suddenly felt a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out his phone.

"It's Mom," he said to Hannah. "Just a sec."

He answered the call. "Hey," he said.

"Hi Baby," replied the filtered voice of his mother. "We just got a call from the contractor at Westbrooke. They think there is an infestation of some kind..."

"Oh dang," Scottie said. Hannah tilted her head. He mouthed to her, "Sorry!"

"... Your father's heading over there now. But just in case, do you think you can move the boxes to the storage center on Chambers Boulevard?"

"Yeah, of course," Scottie said, peering into the living room to see the daunting pile of labor ahead of them.

"Thank you, Sweetie," she said. "I know it's a lot of work, but I will make it up to you, I promise. Maybe you can ask your sister to help?"

"Maybe," Scottie said making eye contact with Hannah. "Not sure if I can persuade her, but I will try."

Hannah just rolled her eyes as she leaned against the countertop.

Angela laughed. "I wish you luck. If she gives you any lip, you call me."

"You bet, Mom," he replied. With an exchange of "Love you" and "Love you too's", Scottie ended the call.

"So," Hannah said. "What does Mother Dearest require of us?"

Scottie grimaced. "So you remember how I asked about the pest thing and boxes yesterday?"

The daggers in her eyes returned.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Together, they started making quick work of the mess Scottie made. Hannah was on all fours, scooping up loose papers as her brother started carrying the boxes one-by-one outside. When Hannah had to bend low to snag an evasive sheet under the coffee table, her brother nearly tripped at the sight of her upturned ass facing him.

Next, they were outside on the driveway. Hannah handed Scottie a large box causing him to grimace and groan. She laughed and started tying a handkerchief in her hair, causing her shirt to rise. When Scottie set down the load, he found himself eye level with Hannah's exposed naval. Her skin looked soft and smooth. His eyes traveled up, over the upturned hills of her breasts, to her face.

"Having fun?" she asked, lip curling up with the hint of a smile.

Scottie blushed, then suddenly looked confused. "Wait..." he said.

They began to load the boxes into a moving truck. It quickly filled.

"Okay, hold on a second," Scottie said, but was ignored.

Hannah grabbed the handle to the roll down and closed the back of the truck, locked it, and tossed the keys to Scottie. He caught them in one hand. She climbed in the passenger side, pausing to look over her shoulder as her brother watched.

Scottie looked around. "Okay, what the fuck is going on?!"

They rocked out in the truck to Bon Jovi while Scottie drove.

The truck came to a screeching halt directly outside of their storage bin.

Everything was unloaded in half the time to load.

"Is... this a montage?!" Scottie cried out deliriously.

Hannah closed the storage unit.

Both siblings fell onto the couch, exhausted.

Scottie looked around with a look that can only be described as flabbergast.

"What... the fuck... was that?" he asked sitting up.

"What was what?" Hannah responded.

"All... that!" he said, arms gesturing wildly at the now tidy living space. "This! That took like five minutes!"

Hannah leaned forward, cocking her head to the side.

"What are you talking about? That took all afternoon," she said as she watched her brother start pacing.

"No, we kept jumping forward. It was like we were going from moment to moment. Just like a montage... like what you would see in a..."

Scottie stopped pacing as his eyes went wide.

"No way," he said to himself.

Leaping to the mantel, he grabbed the remote and held it with both hands. The LCD screen read ADULT.

"... It didn't break," he whispered. "I'm... in inside it?"

Scottie grabbed the mantel to keep balance feeling his knees suddenly going weak.

"Scottie? You alright?" Hannah asked, leaning forward again. Her neckline gaping once more giving her brother a view straight down between her supple hanging globes if he dared to look, and he did indeed.

His face grew red. "Oh fuck!" he said looking back at the remote's screen, then back at Hannah.

"This is a, uh..." He was stammering. This wasn't possible. "... I... I have to go..."

He darted past Hannah, making a b-line straight for the exit.

"Scottie! Wait-" was all she could say before he was out the door.

The late afternoon was already seeing a few commuters returning to their suburban homes after a long day at work. As Scottie walked down the sidewalk, his inner thoughts kept commenting on how there were a lot more vans and Bentleys than what felt normal.

He sat down on the curb, still unconsciously clutching the remote control. Across the street, he saw a woman standing on the corner typing away on her phone. Short brown hair in a pixie cut. Tight blouse and a jean skirt and laced sandals.

Feeling eyes on her, she looked up and smiled at Scottie.

She waved.

He waved.

As she was about to speak, a van pulled up. Someone in the back seat started talking to her. Must have been who she was waiting for as they soon drove away together.

Immediately after they left, a brown, busted Chevy pulled up where the van just departed. A flickering pizza sign barely clung to the roof. The door opened and out stepped a scrawny, red-headed kid who must be 18 or 19, but was surely missing his weekly board game group for the afternoon shift. Reaching into the back of the car, he retrieved an impressive stack of pizza boxes, then turned and walked up to a house.

Scottie watched as a group of coeds wearing what barely qualified as pajamas answered the door. They cast him puppy dog eyes and duck lips, then yanked the poor guy inside.

As the door slammed shut, a scuffling of feet drew Scottie's attention to his right. He looked over to see an older man in his 50's shuffling along, wearing a trench coat and approaching a mail carrier, just walking her route and doing her job.

He mumbled something to her about a package, then opened his coat revealing his saggy nakedness. Apparently, it was her kink as she nodded as if impressed, grabbed his flailing penis and dragged him to the bushes.

Suddenly, everywhere Scottie looked, people where either jacking off, jilling on, kissing, frigging, fucking, sucking, or if not participating, passing on by as if everything was normal. Hell, there was even a coed with a finger up her own ass watching a guy pounding his meat while he watched Old Widow Anderson watering her roses, all in broad daylight!

"Fuck me sideways," Scottie said to himself. "... everything's a porno..."

Slowly, a smile formed on his face.

"... and I'm inside it...." his smile grew wider. "... I'm in fucking Porno Land!"

Few can relate to the pure joy, excitement, and even a little fear that one feels when they win the lottery. Scottie felt in that moment as if this was leaps and bounds beyond even that.

He laughed out loud just imagining all the possibilities. His mind was going a mile-a-minute, which would explain why he didn't hear the police motorcycle pull up.

The all too familiar chirp of a police siren woke Scottie from his horny daydream as he looked over, shielding his eyes with his hands from the setting sun as a figure emerged from the vehicle. Scottie was only able to make out the silhouette of the officer, but judging by the gentle sway in their hips and the curves on their form, he felt a stirring in his nether region.

"What going on here?" a feminine voice asked as she towered over him, casting Scottie in her shadow.

Scottie lowered his hands to see a beautiful woman in a police uniform that appeared to be almost painted onto her buxom curves. She had dark skin and full lips, but a stern expression. Her eyes were hidden behind her aviator glasses and hair beneath her helmet.

Scottie tried to say something but kept tripping over his tongue.

"On your feet, now!" she barked having no room for patience.

Scottie scrambled to his feet. Though he was physically taller than the Officer, her poise and stature seemed to cause him to appear feeble and weak.

"We have been receiving reports of a Peeping Tom around here," she said looking him up and down. "Adult Male, late teens, maybe early twenties. About 6 feet..." she started to circle him as she spoke. "You know anyone who fits?"

Scottie tried to turn his head to address her.

"That seems-"

"Eyes in front!" She ordered. Scottie quickly turned to look straight ahead.

"Now, answer the question," she repeated.

Scottie gulped. "... that could apply to a lot of people..."

"That wasn't my question." She stood closer behind him. Scottie couldn't help but feel smaller.

"I asked..." Scottie could feel her stretch up behind him, pressing her chest into his back. "... if you know anyone who might fit?" her warm breath was on his ear.

Scottie gulped. "... Fit?"

He felt her hands on his waist holding him firmly in place, then she thrust her own groin against his backside.

"Could that be you?" she breathed. "Do you think you could... fit?" She nipped at his nape, her lips brushing against the tiny hairs on his neck.

"Or..." she growled, running her hands down his sides, "... do I need to see if you're packing?"

"Oh god, yes please," Scottie thought out loud.

"Wait! Candice!" a voice called out.

Scottie, still fearful of turning his head, looked as far to his side as his vision would allow. Just barely, he could make out Hannah running down the sidewalk in his direction.

"Wait!" his sister called again "That's my brother!"

The officer stepped back. "Don't move," she told her perp. Scottie just nodded vigorously.

She walked up to her bike and took off her helmet as Hannah caught up, taking a moment to catch her breath.

"Hannah," she said through her teeth. "... I'm in uniform."

"Oh shit," Hannah panted. "Sorry, Officer Goodbody."

Candice waved it off. "It's a little late for that," she said. "What's going on?"

"Him," Hannah said pointing to her brother. "That's not your guy. That's my brother, Scottie."

Scottie piped up. "It's really okay, Hannah-"

"Shut it!" both women said in unison.

Hannah rolled her eyes at her brother. "He's not what you're looking for."

Candice took off her sunglasses and looked back to Scottie. They locked eyes, Scottie wanted nothing more than to be handcuffed and searched by her, and she knew it.

"You sure?" Candice said, biting her lip. "He just might be-"

"Totally sure," Hannah cut her off. "But, you might like to know, I did hear of some hooligans loitering at the Five & Dime. I'm sure they could use someone to straighten them out."

Officer Goodbody looked back to Scottie and sighed.

"Pity," she said, putting on her shades. She strutted up to Scottie, who still hadn't moved an inch. Candice stood firm, directly in front of him in that space just inside of one's personal bubble. She took her baton out of its holster and placed the tip against his inner thigh. Ever so slowly, she dragged it upward.

"Looks like you're free to go," she said, yet Scottie didn't move.

She wet her lips with her tongue.

"Do stay out of trouble for me, will you?" She whispered as she moved inches closer. "Or I might have to come back and put you in cuffs."

She then tapped her baton directly on his hard-on with more force than was comfortable. "See you, Scottie," then walked back to her bike.

The poor, horny Scottie Miller watched as she swung her leg up, mounted her motorbike and then nestled herself into her seat. She put on the helmet and arched her back to push out her perfect ass. With a smirk, she revved the engine, then rode off.

Hannah and Scottie watched her go then turned back to each other. Scottie only now remembered to breathe.

"Hey," Hannah said, waving a hand in front of his face. "... You okay?"

He took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Hey, I was totally handling that, by the way."

Hannah laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you were," she said. "You probably won't ever believe me but I just saved your ass. Literally."

"What?" Scottie said, perplexed as ever.

Hannah was still chuckling. "Candice. Officer Goodbody." Hannah nodded in the direction their cop drove off. "You ever hear the phrase 'Who put a stick up their ass?' Well, it was likely her. But, hey, if that's what you were into, I'll get you her number."

Scottie looked around.

"You know what," he said. "I think I just wanna head back. This has all been... a lot."

Hannah nodded. "No sweat, 'lil Bro. I'll make dinner."

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Chapter 4: And They're Always Glad You Came.

When they entered the house, Scottie found himself naturally heading to the living room and laying on the couch, staring up. Hannah, true to her word, went to the kitchen. Not a thing was spoken between the two. She didn't ask if he wanted spaghetti but knew he would. She handed him a bowl as he lay on the couch while she ate hers at the counter. When she saw he was done, she did the dishes.

She returned to the living room finding him sitting up and staring at the remote in his hands. She took a seat on the loveseat beside the couch.

"So," she said. "You going to tell me what's going on up there?" she asked, pulling her feet up under her on the cushions.

Scottie frowned. "I'm not really sure," he said. "I feel like I should feel like a kid in a candy store right now, but... I don't know..." he trailed off, not knowing what words would fit.

"This has to do with the black box?"

Scottie nodded. Looking at his sister, he found himself comforted. She was always there for him whenever he needed her. If this really was a reality where it was effortless to get laid as the world of porn implied, someone like her should have people lining up around the block.

He couldn't put his finger on any singular factor, nor had he really noticed before, but she was beautiful, and sexy, and had that subtle hint of a wild side. As his eyes traveled across her form, he found himself getting lost. Her pose thrust her chest out just slightly where he could see the soft shape of her breasts with small bumps where her nipples kissed her shirt. He was never good with sizes but wagered they were each more than, what? A Handful? Just large enough where they would swing when she bent over or would allow a perfect bed to nestle his cock between-

Scottie's face suddenly went red as he looked up, locking eyes with Hannah who held a knowing smile. She raised an eyebrow, he looked away.

"Third time today I caught you. Something I should know?" she asked swiveling her feet from beneath her to the floor, legs together. She scooted herself to the edge of her seat.

He couldn't help but look down, right at her feet. Tiny, delicate toes with red nail polish. When did she paint her toenails? Her ankles were crossed together. Then his eyes traveled up her smooth, long legs. She used to be on the volleyball team. Pretty good player. He was always excited to see her in her uniform. In those way-too-short shorts that were strangely similar to the ones she wore now. As his eyes crept to her thighs, for a moment, Scottie was certain they parted.

Hannah leaned forward, resting an elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand. She locked onto his eyes, unblinking.

"Sco-tttie," she sang. "Hey. You in there?"