What Dwells Within Ch. 02

Author's Note & Disclaimer: This is the second, and likely final, chapter for a story written as a commission. I recommend that you read Chapter 1 before reading this, for full context. As usual, this story contains graphic depictions of sexuality and mind control and is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters depicted are over 18, and all events and people described are entirely fictional. Copyright 2021, Quiver. All rights reserved.

What Dwells Within

by Quiver

Chapter 2: House Guests

After hearing that Michael was on his way over, Ali and Scott quickly went downstairs to prepare for Michael's arrival. Ali put on a pot of coffee, realizing they didn't have much in the way of food in their brand new house.

"Hey, Honey?" Ali started. "Why don't you run out for some breakfast sandwiches or donuts or something? We don't have anything to offer the boys once they get here."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Scott replied. "I'll wait til they get here and ask them what they want before I head out." Ali smiled and kissed Scott on the cheek in thanks.

It wasn't long before they heard the tell-tale rumble of tires rolling up the driveway. Ali's head perked up at the sound, her heartbeat pounding in her chest for a moment. She was a little surprised at her reaction. She'd never been that excited to see her brother-in-law before. Probably just some built-up frustration after her wild dream the night before.

Ali and Scott went out front to greet the boys. It turned out that Michael had wrangled two of his friends into helping with the move. No doubt with promises of beer and weed and a couple days without parental supervision. After Michael had said hi to Scott and Ali, he introduced his friends, Aaron and Tyler. Both attractive young men, Aaron had deep brown skin, penetrating eyes, and tight curly black hair, while Tyler was pale with shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes. They were polite enough, but didn't say much to Scott or Ali, though she thought she caught them stealing a few glances her way.

As they walked back into the house to get started on the move, Ali was struck by how much Michael looked like a younger version of Scott. He had the same big brown eyes, the same dark hair, though Michael's was without the slightly receding hairline and smattering of gray that comes with being in your thirties. She wondered what it would feel like to have Michael's face buried in her chest, his thick cock filling her up while she rode him to climax... Whoa, that was graphic and sudden! Ali's mind was really fixated on sex today!

Ali tried to shake the intrusive thoughts out of her mind and focus on setting up her new home with her loving husband. But she couldn't help but steal a glance at Michael's bicep as he lifted his duffel bag out of the back of the truck. She felt a hum between her legs and her perky nipples sprang to attention as she observed Michael's eighteen-year old muscles bulging from the exertion.

She felt her neck and chest flush as her hips started to ever-so-slightly undulate as she observed him. Her hands moved up to the base of her neck to try to satiate her sudden desire to be touched. Ali's arms raised and breasts lifted up, she caught Tyler gawking at her from the side of the truck. His mouth was hanging open, and she noticed that a pronounced bulge in his pants had formed.

Jolted out of her reverie, Ali looked around again, thankful that Scott had been talking animatedly with Aaron and hadn't noticed her wanton display. She quickly grabbed a few things from the back of the truck and hurried back into the safety of her new house.

After the group spent a few minutes catching up, Scott left to go get breakfast for everyone, leaving Ali and the boys alone in the house.

"So, who wants some coffee?" Ali asked quickly after she heard Scott's car pull away from the house. She felt like she needed to be doing something with her hands, and she was starting to worry what would happen if she let her mind lay idle for too long.

After all three said yes to the coffee, Ali grabbed a few miscellaneous cups from one of the few boxes Scott had brought in last night. "Sorry, I'm not sure where our mugs are yet. Hopefully we'll find them once we really get going with the unpacking," she explained as she poured some coffee into each cup for the boys.

As Ali watched the black coffee pour into the last cup, she thought she heard a distant moaning over the sounds of the coffee. Entranced, her breathing got heavier as she felt the faint whisper of a pressure moving across her abdomen toward her breasts. Not caring that she was in full view of three teenage boys, Ali let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she felt a hot breath against her ear. A voice resonated as if from everywhere at once, "Jennifer..."

An abrupt and uncomfortable cough jolted Ali out of her reverie and she noticed that she had spilled a few drops of coffee on the counter. As she moved to wipe it up, she looked back to see the three boys all standing behind her with varying degrees of embarrassment and arousal written across their faces.

"Sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night," Ali explained quickly. "It's been a bit of an adjustment sleeping in a new place, and I think I'm just a bit out of it today."

"No worries, Ali" Michael said gently, his ears bright red as he took the plastic cup of hot coffee from Ali. He had grabbed rag from the counter and was holding it conspicuously in front of his crotch as he continued to blush.

Ali found herself drawn to Michael with such intensity that she couldn't keep her hands from moving. She reached out and grasped Michael's arm in a soft caress. "Thank you for being so understanding," she purred.

Thankfully, not long after, Scott returned with breakfast. Once they were all fed and ready, Scott and Ali started telling the three boys what chores they needed help with, which boxes needed to go where, and they all got to work unloading the full moving fan parked on the street.

Ali tried to keep herself busy throughout the day, and did her best to stay away from the three apparently irresistible eighteen-year old boys that were lifting heavy objects in every corner of her new house. It seemed that every time she was around them, she felt a need to lean in to show off her ample cleavage, or bend over to give them a view of her supple ass in her short shorts. She couldn't seem to help herself, so she did her best to focus on unpacking.

At one point, while Scott was busy setting up his office downstairs, Michael and his friends were hard at work putting together the guest bedroom. Ali had been fiddling with the organization in the kitchen when Scott came in to grab a beer. As he was heading back out, he looked back at Ali. "Hey, the guys haven't been down in a while. Would you mind checking on them? And maybe bring them a few beers so they don't think you're just there to keep tabs on them."

Ali smiled and agreed, feeling her stomach do a backflip at the thought of being alone with all three boys in a bedroom. She made her way upstairs with the beers to offer the guys but before she pushed the door open she paused at the sound of her name.

"...that Ali, man. Dude, your sister-in-law is so hot!" Tyler's voice carried through the half-open door. "How did your loser brother score a chick like that?"

Aaron and Michael laughed. "Yeah, Ali's really pretty," Michael responded cautiously, clearly not wanting to overstep in his discussion of his brother's wife.

"Pretty?" Aaron chimed in. "Have you seen those tits? Man, if she were my sister-in-law I'd be jerking off in the shower every family reunion." He paused for a second. "Be honest, dude. You've beat one off to those tits, haven't you?"

Ali's breath caught in her throat as she waited for Michael's reply. She couldn't see his facial expression, but she imagined he was fairly embarrassed at this point.

"Maybe once or twice," Michael finally answered. Ali could practically hear the meek grin on his face as he said it.

"Ayyyyy," Tyler and Aaron half-yelled in reaction, followed by a slew of raucous laughter.

"Does she always dress like that? I swear she's not even wearing a bra. And those nipples could cut glass," Tyler continued.

"I mean, it's summertime, and it's her house. She doesn't normally walk around without a bra like that," Michael responded with a long pause. "But, it basically doesn't matter what she wears. You can literally always see her nipples, even when she's wearing a sweatshirt. They're like permanently hard." Michael was clearly getting a little more comfortable discussing Ali's body, because his voice was becoming more and more animated as he continued to describe her.

Ali realized that she had been rubbing her hand across her breast as she listened to the boys talk about her. She knew she should feel offended by their objectifying language, but she couldn't help but feel aroused. The thought of Michael constantly aware of her tits, to the point that he was jerking off to her, was almost too much to bear.

She felt a sudden, almost overwhelming urge to march into the room and shove her upturned tits right in Michael's face. She'd grab his firm cock through his gym shorts and pump him until he couldn't hold back. She'd suck Tyler off while jerking Aaron all over her tits. Ali reached out for the doorknob and started to push, when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, did you give the boys their beer yet?" Scott asked, interrupting whatever impulse had come over her.

"Oh, um, not yet. I was just about to," Ali responded. She was shocked at the vividness of the fantasy that had just flashed through her mind. She knew her libido had been increasing lately, but this was a whole new level. Would she have actually gone through with it? The fact that she didn't know the answer to that question was more than a little disturbing.

She opened the door, announcing her presence with "You guys thirsty?" The boys looked around sheepishly, not sure if she had heard anything they had been saying. Ali made sure to show no signs that she had heard as she handed beers to each of the three guys.

After they realized they were in the clear, they relaxed a bit. Ali noticed a few not-so-subtle gestures by Aaron from the corner of her eye, and she could practically feel Tyler's eyes on her tits. She knew her nipples were perpetually hard, but feeling Tyler stare made them stand out just a little more than usual.

Ali was thankful Scott was there with her, because she wasn't sure she'd be able to control herself otherwise. It was as if every fantasy and impulse she had ever had was magnified ten times since they'd moved in.

"Oh, hey, Ali," Michael began after he had taken a swig. "We found this in the back of the closet and we weren't sure if it was important."

Michael held up a large shoebox. "There's like, some old photos and letters and stuff in there. Nothing special, but it didn't look like trash. Maybe the previous owners left it behind by accident," he explained.

"Thanks," Ali replied. "I'll look through it and see if it's something they might need." As she took the box from Michael, her hand grazed his and their eyes locked. She felt her heart in her throat and was suddenly overwhelmed with the sounds of heavy breathing echoing throughout her mind. She was fairly sure those weren't her own sighs, but they seemed so nearby it was hard to tell.

"It looks really good in here," Scott interjected, not noticing the lingering eye contact between his wife and his brother. "The room is really coming together. Bed's all set up and everything! There should be room for two of you on the bed tonight, and we can bring in the air mattress for whichever of you would rather sleep on a balloon," he continued, chuckling to himself.

"Well, let us know if you need anything. There are some things in the garage I may need some help with later," Scott said as he moved to leave the room. "We'll be downstairs in the meantime."

Both Scott and Ali went back downstairs, though it took all of Ali's willpower not to come up with an excuse to stay in the guest room with Michael and his friends.

Ali sat down at the newly set up dining room table and began to sort through the contents of the box that Michael had handed her upstairs. It seemed to be mostly photos, though there were also a few hand-written letters, some cards, and even a few ticket stubs from various movies and other activities. It seemed to be a classic keepsake box that someone might hide away to commemorate past relationships.

Pulling out a handful of photos, Ali took a closer look at the faces of the people in them. She immediately felt her skin run cold in recognition at the face of the woman staring back at her. It was the woman from her dream. Jennifer, he had called her. She must be the previous owner of the house. Smiling next to her was the older man she had seen in the dream. That must be her husband. How could she have dreamed about them when she had never met them before? How had she known what they looked like? She turned the photo over, and sure enough, written on the back was "Greg and Jennifer, Summer 2014, Vancouver".

Ali's mind started to spin at the implications of what she had discovered. She must have seen a picture before this or something. Yes. That had to be it. She had seen a photo of them when they had initially come to look at the house, or in the paperwork somewhere. And she had just forgotten about it, and her subconscience had put the pieces back together to create her weird sex dream. That was the only explanation.

As she continued to comb through the items in the box, Ali found a series of notes. They looked like they had been ripped out of a school notebook. They appeared to be love notes, of a kind. Not particularly eloquent love notes, but they were definitely romantic in nature.

I was thinking about you all day. Can't wait to get my hands on you.

I'm so hard right now. Can I come over later? -Dan

I was staring at your ass during practice today. You are the hottest gym teacher I've ever seen.

Is your husband going to be around this weekend? I want to be inside you right now.

Up for an after-school workout today? ;)

The notes continued on like this, with varying degrees of explicit content. Most had the same handwriting, this "Dan" person, but there were a few that seemed to be from others. It seemed that Jennifer's activities in Ali's dream weren't that far off from what she was doing in reality. Jennifer was almost definitely sleeping with several of her students. Probably what led to that bitter divorce the realtor had mentioned...

Ali was more than a little disturbed by what she was finding out about Jennifer and her affairs. She kept digging through the box and found a few polaroids with Jennifer and a variety of young men. Some of them were even fully explicit. Jennifer with a cock in her mouth. Jennifer's tits. Jennifer's ass. Jennifer kissing a young guy who was definitely not her husband. They went on and on. Ali's fingers moved faster and faster as she flipped through the pictures, almost feeling the sensations of what was depicted as she did so. Her face flushed as she stared at dick pic after dick pic, and raunchy scene after raunchy scene.

She flipped again, and was nearly shaking at what she saw. Finally one of the pictures of Jennifer's lovers had a face attached to it, and it was another face Ali had seen before. That was one of the boys from the workout room in the dream.

There was no possible way that the previous tenants had ever displayed a picture of the eighteen-year old that Jennifer was fucking on the side. Ali racked her brain for an explanation. How had she dreamed about this boy? How had she known that Jennifer was sleeping with him? What the hell was going on?

While she was having a minor freakout in her mind, her thoughts kept darting back to the images she had seen, and back to the tableaux from her dream the night before. She wanted answers... but there was something telling her that this really wasn't so important. She mostly wanted to feel those sensations. She needed to be touching those bulging muscles, gripping those hard young cocks. She needed them inside her.

And there were three waiting for her right upstairs...

"Honey, I think I'm going to go grab the guys and get started in the garage," Scott's voice interrupted Ali's deviant thoughts. "It's definitely not a one-man job, and I want to get it done before everyone gets too tired to move."

"Oh, yeah, okay," Ali responded, still reeling from her whirlwind discovery.

"If you're done in the kitchen, why don't you start setting up the closet in our bedroom," Scott said cheerfully. "I know you're particular about that stuff, and I can't unpack until I know which part of the closet is mine. If any of it is really mine," he added with another self-satisfied chuckle.

Ali gave him a smile and replied, "Yeah, no problem, I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Simultaneously relieved and somewhat disappointed that the three guys would be occupied for a while, Ali grabbed a few boxes of clothes from the hallway and made her way to the master bedroom to start organizing their new closet.

Those activities kept everyone in the house relatively busy for the rest of the working day, and by the time dinner rolled around, the guys were all exhausted. They ordered a few pizzas, lit up a joint, and watched a brainless movie in the living room until it got late enough to go to bed. Ali tried to focus on the movie instead of stealing glances at their crotches while in full view of her husband, but she barely registered anything on the screen at all.

Scott finally put his arm around Ali and let out a deep sigh, "Ready to head to bed?" he asked. "Tomorrow's going to be another long day, though hopefully with less heavy lifting."

Ali, feigned tiredness and nodded. Maybe Scott would be up for a little action tonight and she might be able to relieve some of this pressure building in her core. Though she knew even if he was alert enough to have sex, it would be a temporary and unsatisfying fix to the deep need within her. "Yep," she said, trying to keep her voice even.

"Goodnight boys," she said to Michael, Aaron and Tyler as she left with Scott. "Don't get in too much trouble tonight," she said, not able to resist adding a bit of flirtation to her voice.

"Oh, we have all kinds of trouble planned," Aaron joked back.

Ali smiled coyly. "Sounds like fun, too bad I can't join in," she replied. Out of Scott's line of sight, Ali made eye contact with Michael and winked. Before he had a chance to react, Ali was out of the room with Scott, heading upstairs to their bedroom.

As soon as the bedroom door shut behind them, Ali immediately grabbed Scott by the neck and started kissing him with desperate enthusiasm that she didn't really even feel. She wanted to be downstairs doing this to Michael. Or Aaron. Or Tyler. Or all of them. But Scott was her husband. He was the only one she was supposed to want, and damn it, she was going to want him.

Scott kissed Ali back, but he quickly put his hands on her shoulders with a tired look on his face. "I'm exhausted. And besides, we have guests. It would be rude to have sex with them in the house."

"Wasn't it you who was saying it was fine to give them beer because they'd be in college soon?" Ali replied, kissing Scott's neck aggressively and starting to remove his clothes. "They're going to be hearing people have sex in the dorms all the time. Why not give them a little preview?"

"Ali, what's gotten into you? No, I'm not going to have sex while my little brother is only a few doors down," Scott answered with a bit of an edge in his voice. "And I told you, I'm tired. I'm going to bed."