Altar Boys - Sex Stories

Altar Boys

I saw the nanny, whom we called aunt Mercy, too, ravished by a Centaurus in a dream one night. Her brother had said during dinner earlier that evening that it's possible to genetically engineer a hybrid out of a man and horse, but that the myth surpassed the reality as it'd probably be a sorry creature, neither beast nor man; neither full animal strength nor man's sad case of reason. "If anyone is to blame, is reason. Since then, we're lost." Lucid dreaming, I remember him saying that and more, as I stood by the door dividing the two dimensions. In one of the rooms, behind me, was a memory of an event past, talk of science fiction and deplorable human/horse hybrid (a Centaurus is a mythological creature, composed of a half upper body human and a lower horse body, the mixture of man and horse; in order to breed such a beast, a woman and a horse, or a mare and a man are needed) and the other, the lucid dreaming of an adulterous nanny, whom we later in life referred to as "aunt", perhaps as a precaution to other people's sensibilities or to avoid social embarrassment. Aunt Mercy ran her own scheme of life, fucked her brother for years, lived with him more as a concubine than a sister, had an abortion once by another man. That subject was taboo, no one would dare bring up. It nearly destroyed their relationship, she didn't want to terminate the pregnancy but her brother was so adamant. I thought it'd irreparably destroy their relationship. Either way, one would reason, an ...

... incestuous bond like theirs wouldn't last. But they always found ways to fight over nonsense, just to spice things up in intimacy; it really seemed, after a while, that their feuds were staged, their behavior theatrical, but make-up sex was cathartic. In fact, it started as a fight as children. They didn't grow together but had spent a few years of their early upbringing in the same house. I guess, there was that year when all those cousins coincided in a particular grandparent's house because all of their respective fathers were out in the world. What reasons make men leave their young and pretty wives, their siblings, life the way their parents knew it. It was another era, men were tired of the norm, there really wasn't much punishment for a man who deserted his family, not even child support. Of course, the majority stayed but a significant amount of men left their loved ones behind instead of manning up to their duties as family men. They were more or less children at heart. Lucid dreamers see this very reality of ours, the real reality we live in, here and now, as another dream. Knowing that the reality you're immersed in is nothing more than the mere projection of your mind. Being aware of the dream you're in makes you lucid. Lucid dreamers is what we are, since we know that this reality of ours, too, is a dream. Real is what you make of it; you can say it's completely made-up. Every society lived by its own rules and we are, in the vast majority of cases, designed by the time ...