Trapped in a Game Pt. 06

"Kelly?"

Serra turned to me, a worried look on her face.

"Did you see that? That girl- what was that?"

I took off running, and Serra quickly ran with me.

"Josh, there are no NPCs in this game!" she called, through a private channel.

"I saw her. She was there, I saw her," I repeated.

I ran for a bit, then the shadow of the girl passed over me, and I looked to the left, where it seemed to disappear to, and the girl was standing in the distance, her form partially obscured by a tree.

It's her.

I know it is! I thought, and as if reading my mind, the girl raised a hand, waving at me.

Those mannerisms.

Her form.

It was her. I was sure!

My breathing became laboured, and I could feel everything spinning around me.

"Josh, Disconnect!" Serra called, but her voice felt far off. "Security protocol 13, activate!" she yelled, and I felt the ground spinning under my feet, as the game world faded, and I landed on the floor of the game room in Serra's house.

"Josh, honey. Breathe!" Serra called, rushing to me, but the world just never seemed to stop spinning, until everything melded together into a mesh of colour and light.

***

"Welp. What do we have here?"

I glanced around, trying to get a grip on what was happening.

"You're... not real," I started, staring at what had to be a figment of my imagination.

"I might be... I might not be. Maybe you should come over here and find out."

She stuck her chest out, invitingly, towards me, and I looked away, a feeling of disgust welling up inside of me.

Was this all I ever saw her as?

"Hey now, don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure you're not the only brother who fantasized about fucking their own-"

"Shut up!"

I was shouting before I even knew what I was doing, and she began to laugh, studying me with a look of pity that drove my soul into the ground.

"This is what I deserve," I muttered to myself, and Kelly walked over, stooping down to my level, yet somehow still being able to look down on me.

"I beg to differ, dear brother. You deserve much worse than this."

I covered my ears as she laughed again, and as I tried to drown out the mocking, debilitating sound, I suddenly found myself in bed, a shadow of a scream trying to escape my lips as I sat up with a jolt.

"Josh!"

She was on me before I could blink twice, her arms wrapped around me, pulling me into her warmth.

"Breathe, baby, breathe," Serra said, as she smothered me into her bosom.

I would if you'd stop smothering me with your breasts! I chided.

As my breathing evened and the panic faded a bit, Serra pulled me down, resting my head on her lap, and she ran her hands through my hair, as she continued to soothe me.

I stayed like that for a while, before finally, I decided to speak.

"Does this happen a lot?" I asked, and she chuckled.

"No, it doesn't."

I sighed.

"Is he up?"

The door peaked open, and I saw my mom looking in at us, a worried look on her face.

Serra got up, then headed to the door, but as I looked after them, she pulled it shut.

I quickly got up, and stole to the door as quietly as I could, then pressed my ear up against the side.

"It's getting worse, isn't it?" My mom said.

"We don't know that yet. It only happened a couple of times."

"A couple of times? How long has it been since he's had a normal day?"

"Uh, three days," Serra answered. "Look. It's under control, okay?"

"This doesn't feel like things are under control. Besides, what do you think this is going to do to Katie? She needs parents, not two sick people pretending that nothing is wrong."

"He just needs more time," Serra answered, and my mother scoffed in disgust, before shuffling away.

I stepped to the side, away from the door, then slumped down against the wall.

If Serra told my mom that my memories had reset three times in a row, then I could only imagine what the number might actually be.

Serra opened the door, then spotting me, she sighed, and pulled the door shut, sliding down against the door, next to me.

"So, three days since I've had a normal day? Or is that like the 'not swearing'?" I asked, and she bit her lip.

"Maybe it's a little bit more," she confessed, and I sighed.

"How much more?"

She shifted uncomfortably.

"A week."

"Is that the longest it's been?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Not by a long shot, but... you said you saw Kelly in there, right?"

I bit my lip nervously, nodding.

"That only started recently. Started back, I guess I should say," she corrected herself, and I studied her.

"So that used to happen?"

She nodded.

"When you first woke up. All the time. You never really talked about it, but I figured it stopped."

"When did it stop?" I asked, and Serra thought about it, before answering.

"Around when we got married, I think."

Fucking hell.

Maybe it never did, then.

Maybe I just got better at hiding it.

I shot Serra a quick look to see if she'd picked up on my thoughts, but she was looking away.

"So... my mother. She wants me 'committed'?" I asked, and Serra shook her head.

"No. She, uh- thinks Katie could use some time away while we sort ourselves out, I guess."

There was a glossy look in Serra's eyes, and I felt pretty horrible.

Was I about to make her lose her own kid?

Our... kid?

Sigh.

"Is there somewhere we can go? Away from here. Just us?" I asked.

"What are we talking? For a drive? Or a few days?"

"A drive," I clarified, and she nodded.

As we got changed, Serra began pulling her clothes off without a second thought, and I turned away, red-faced, as she bared her breasts to me without batting an eye for the second time that day.

"Ugh, you see them all the time, you know," she complained, and I shrugged.

"Not in this iteration," I replied, and she smirked.

"Well roll an update out or something, because I'm wasting some of my best years here."

As Serra went down to talk to my mom, I pondered things a bit.

True to her word so far, Serra hadn't really made much of a move on me... but if this was happening, often, then this was probably pretty tough on her.

I mean, how long did I usually need before I was comfortable being intimate with her...

Wait...

Were we even intimate at all?

Maybe her joke about her 'best years' was just her making light of a pretty frustrating situation.

I walked over to a window, mulling over whether or not I could and caught a glimpse of my own reflection in the mirror when-

"Fucking hell!" I exclaimed, as Kelly appeared behind me.

"Oh, don't mind me. I just couldn't help but overhear that you have no idea how to fuck your own wife. I'll tell you what. How about you pretend, that she's your little sister? I know that always gets you going."

"Shut. Up!" I yelled, and as I spun around, I found myself face to face with Serra.

There was a confused expression on her face, but it wasn't fearful.

"I- I'm sorry. I keep seeing her. Talking to me. Aaand, I'm a crazy person. Wow."

As I slumped down on the bed, Serra pulled the door shut then came over to join me.

"You're not crazy, okay? I don't want you to use that word. Ever."

I nodded, but in that moment, I couldn't help but feel that that was exactly what I was.

I lifted myself up, turning to the side and resting my weight on my elbow as I studied Serra, but as I did, I suddenly noticed the bathroom door swinging eerily shut, seemingly on its own, and as it did, the mirror on its outer side came into view, and Kelly appeared, standing there.

"Maybe think about these," she said, waggling her bust at me, as she spoke. "Maybe then you can get hard enough to fuck your wife."

I gritted my teeth, then shifted my eyes to Serra, and I rested a hand on her stomach.

She looked up at me, searching for some indication of intent behind the action.

"When is the last time we had sex?" I asked, and Serra chuckled.

"Well that came out of nowhere," she replied. "You don't need to force yourself, Josh. You know my rule. I don't ask for anything on the first, wha-"

Her words trailed off as I climbed on top of her, grasping her hands roughly and pinning them above her head.

"When was the last time?" I asked.

"I don't keep count," she lied.

I slipped a hand beneath her shirt, then grasped one of her breasts.

It was large, but soft; easily spilling out of my hand, but it lacked that perfect, surreal firmness that breasts seemed to have in the perfect world of the game.

This was real.

"When?" I replied, as I massaged the fatty mound, roughly.

"If that's how you plan on getting it out of me, then I might be inclined to keep lying," Serra answered.

There was a hungry look in her eyes.

A desiring look that would accept fulfilment in any way, shape or form, that it was offered.

I pulled her up, then secured her hands behind her back by the arms, as I pressed myself against her.

My other hand resumed its rough caressing of her breast, and she studied our forms on the mirror across the room.

As far as I knew, she couldn't see Kelly, but I could, and my sister's image continued to stare, tauntingly at me.

"How long has it been?" I asked.

"You're gonna have to torture it out of me," she quipped, as she ground her rear into my pelvis, searching for my stirring piece.

As her probing posterior found the hardening tool, she cooed, then began to gyrate against it, up and down, in slow, vertical motions.

I let go of the breast in my grasp, as I quickly unclasped the buttons on her jeans, and with some difficulty I shimmied the piece of clothing, along with her panties, down her legs, to her ankles, which was secured under me.

I reached under her, to her now bared sex, and as I ran a finger along the slit, I discovered that her juices had already began to flow.

"Jesus... do that," Serra begged.

"Yeah Josh. Do it... that is, if you can keep it up for anyone but me," Kelly taunted.

She was leaning against the wall, and with one leg slightly raised, she had a single hand stuck down the front of her pants.

Watch me, then, I said to myself. Watch me prove you wrong!

I turned my attention back to Serra as she pleasured herself against the hand that held her sex.

I withdrew my cock from my trousers, and Serra moaned pleasurably as I brushed the head against her slick place.

"Yes, baby!" she cried out, wagging her rear in anticipation.

I lined my cockhead up against her hole, then grasping a handful of hair at the back of her head, I held her gruffly as my meat slowly invaded her love tunnel.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah, Joshie. Make me feel good," Serra begged.

She tried to move against me, but I tightened my hold on her arms, and she whined like a spoiled puppy begging for a treat.

"Don't make me wait baby. Please. I need this!"

"How long has it been?" I asked, withdrawing my cock slowly from inside of her, until it remained, just at the cusp of her entrance, threatening to slip out for good.

"Too long, baby!"

"How long?!"

"Three years!" she answered finally, and my mouth fell open as she stared at me, a pleading look in her eyes that begged me not to stop despite understanding the horror she knew I felt at the revelation.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, as I slammed my length into her, and she cried out, a mix of surprise and delight at the suddenness of the motion.

Why can't I ever be anything more than such a FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I screamed internally.

"Yes baby, fuck me!" she cried, and despite my internal breakdown, I found my hips moving, slamming into her again.

And just like that, the pain and frustration, came pouring out, and I slammed into her again and again.

My eyes flickered to the mirror, and Kelly was playing with herself in earnest now, getting off as much on the agony inside of me, as she was on the intimacy displayed before her.

I tore my eyes away from her and focused my attention on the wanton redhead at my mercy.

"Yes. Baby. Just like...that!" Serra cried, the moans and encouraging words pouring out of her, as her desperation seemed to completely negate the roughness with which I was stabbing at her most sensitive place.

I tugged at her hair and she squealed a little.

"Yes. Fucking pull my hair. Fuck me like an animal, baby. FUCK ME!"

As I continued to pound into her, I felt myself approaching my climax, so I paused, and withdrew from inside of her, and taking the moment to catch my breath.

"Shouldn't we lock the door?" I asked, remembering how Katie had barged in that morning, and Serra quickly nodded.

As I went for the door, she pulled the windows shut, and I shot her a questioning look.

"Katie's outside with 'grandma'; wouldn't want her to hear me screaming for daddy to fuck mommy senseless."

She pulled her top off, and slipped out of her bra, before diving onto me, and tearing my own clothes off as she drank in my body, hungrily.

"If I know you, some part of you is going to start feeling all guilty about taking out all of your frustrations by fucking me senseless, but I'm gonna need you to tell that inner voice to go fuck itself. Momma needs this dick right now. So, fuck me good."

I pushed Serra up against a wall, and buried my head into her neck, kissing and sucking, and she lifted a leg up to give my probing member access to her opening.

"Ugh, yeah baby," she urged me, as I slid into her without much resistance, and as I began to thrust into her, she lifted her feet up, wrapping her legs around me and forcing me to press my weight into her body, against the wall.

"Fucking choke me," she demanded, and wrapped my hands around her throat, applying just a little pressure.

"Don't fuck around Joshie, choke the life out of me," she demanded.

As I increased the pressure, she repositioned my hands, removing the pressure from her trachea to where it instead restricted the flow of blood to her head.

"Fuck yeah," she commended, and her eyes rolled back into her head as I really put my strength into it, while pounding her with abandon.

She tapped my hand lightly, and I let go, the blood rushing back into her cheeks, and she panted despite the look of pure satisfaction.

"Fucking... Christ. Just like... that. I'm close. Do it again. Fuck me... senseless."

I paced myself a bit, then lifted her up, away from the wall, and rested her roughly onto the ground.

I applied pressure as she'd shown me, to her throat, and after confirming that I was in the right place, I squeezed down hard as I began to pound her into the floor.

Serra's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and this time, her back arched as her hands held onto me for dear life.

She was cumming, and even as I released the pressure on her throat, I continued to slam into her, eventually bringing on my own climax.

"Fucking fill me with your cum," she ordered, using her feet to press me as far into her as she could as rope after rope of cum streamed deep inside of her.

I collapsed on top of her, our bodies a sticky mess of cum, sweat, and love juices, and as Serra panted, she kept showering me with appreciative kisses.

I'll never fuck you like this, I thought with some spite, looking momentarily to the mirror on the bathroom door, but the spectre I expected to see staring back at me was gone.

I got up and made my way groggily, to the bed, and Serra collapsed beside me, before rolling on top of me.

"I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you," she said, over and over, and I smirked.

"You know, I never pegged you for the type of girl who'd go crazy over some dick," I teased.

"Oh shaddup," she shot back. "It's been a while. Just, let a girl be happy for a minute."

"You deserve more than a minute," I replied, and she smiled, taking my hand in her own.

I leaned over, and kissed her, and she blushed at the sudden gesture.

She intertwined our fingers, as she held my hand in her own, and I quickly found myself drifting off to sleep.

***

"Wake up. Hey. Kelly, wake up."

The girl stirred awake, looking about her.

She was still in the back of the caravan, though she noted that they'd stopped moving.

"Are we here?" Kelly asked, and the girl nodded, twirling the loose end of her braided hair nervously.

"Karn's waiting outside. We asked Zephiel to wait too, but he took off and said 'catch up when you can'. That's a direct quote," she clarified.

"Fucking twat," she muttered to herself.

The man had saved her life, and the life of everyone who'd fought in what was becoming known as 'the battle under Karach', but despite his obvious usefulness, he was such a difficult person to deal with.

Honestly, the man's impulsiveness made Serra look like a kitten by comparison, and if it hadn't been for Diego keeping him constantly in check, they'd have probably parted ways immediately after that fight.

"Well, let's catch up to him," Kelly answered, as she leapt from the caravan to the grassy field outside.

As she walked, Karn stood up and immediately followed.

"This place isn't a safe zone," Dana began, and Kelly let out a sigh.

"Wait in the caravan then," she answered.

The girl appeared to be a bit hurt by the sharpness of the retort, so Kelly explained further.

"I'm not saying we don't need you, but between Zephiel's 'godsquad' and my flying, we can't get pinned. We might need your healing, so it's better for you to be alive and well to do it, okay?"

Dana nodded, shooting Kelly an apologetic glance, and Kelly responded with a gesture of her own.

She and Dana had never been close, but apparently in her time stuck with Josh inside of the dimension devourer, the two had talked, and Josh had confided things about his relationship with Kelly to her.

Since then, the two had begun to talk, and while at first Kelly didn't care much for it, the girl quickly became the confidant that she'd never really realized she needed.

"Zeph. What's the situation? Do you have eyes on the target?"

"Depends on which one you think the target is."

"Just give me a heading," she replied.

"Your eight o'clock."

Karn studied Kelly as she read the reply.

Up ahead, there was a hill, with a large tree on top, overlooking the forested area that lay to the west.

It was the perfect perch for her to scout the area from, but if she knew anything about their new teammate by now, it was that he'd head there himself anyway.

"Veil of shadows," she chanted, and a shadowy cloud momentarily obscured her from Karn's view, until the shroud covered him as well, taking her with him under the spell's effect.

The hut they were looking for was somewhere in this forest; probably an old owlbear nest that'd been cleared.

They set off, moving between the trees, and keeping eyes on each other until they spotted it.

"Talk to me," Kelly sent to Karn, and a reply came quickly.

"Four traps on the ground. Two on the tree itself. One on the door."

Kelly tossed a dart to Karn, and he nodded.

He shot a grappling hook into the tree canopy above the little hut, before soaring towards the branches above, but as he passed the hut, he threw the dart through one of the windows.

"It's good," he messaged Kelly, and she nodded.

She withdrew a dart from her pack, identical to the one she'd handed Karn.

She quickly transcribed an inscription onto the dart, before touching the ink and pouring her magic into it, and it began to glow.

"Misty step!" she chanted, and she vanished, appearing immediately inside of the hut.

She had only a moment to take in the room before the man caught sight of her.

"Shit," he cursed as she raised her hands.

"Static field!" she chanted, and the man's movements slowed to a still just as he appeared to be on the verge of casting a spell of his own.