ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #15 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #15

iCarly/Victorious: If Wishes Were Hornets #15 – Gibby"I wish I still had that chicken suit." Gibby was awoken with a start and his head was absolutely killing him. He looked around his bedroom, and saw his br*ther Guppy standing over him and staring at him. This was a normal morning in his house, but after he really started waking up, he knew something was wrong. He was almost positive that he went to bed in Los Angeles, so how did he wind up back in his room in Seattle? He pushed his br*ther off him and raced over to check his phone and saw that the date was right. It was December 22, for sure, and he was definitely back home from the trip. He looked around his closet to see if his suitcase was around, wondering if he was passed out for the whole trip back home, but everything seemed to be in order like he never went on the trip at all. Everything from the last few days was starting to blur into an absolute dream, and he wondered if any of it ever happened. "That was a pretty intense dream," he said aloud to no one in particular as he headed downstairs. His mom and br*ther were already down there eating breakfast. "Well, hey there sl*epyhead," she said softly. "I thought you were never going to come downstairs this morning. I had to send Guppy up to get you." "Happy birthday!" the young boy shouted, still repeating the only phrase he seemed to know. Gibby sat down and joined his f*mily for some breakfast, his mind still scanning for whether or not everything he knew had ...

... been a dream, or if this was the dream. A quick painful pinch answered that question. He looked for signs from his f*mily to see if he had been missing recently, and even dropped a few hints but his mom just smiled and told him everything was fine. "Mom, I think I might head over to Carly's today if that's cool." "Why?" she said with a startled look. "Ummm… because I kinda want to see my friends." "Well, you might have to look a little further for Carly… she left a month ago to go to Italy, remember?" "What?" Gibby had never been more lost in his life. "Happy birt-" "Not now, sweetie," his mom said softly. "Yes, hun, she moved to be with her dad." "But Spencer's her-" "I'm gonna stop you there, Gibby. How many times do I have to tell you that he's her br*ther, not her dad. And I don't like you hanging out with just him… he's gotten… weird since his s*ster left." Gibby's mind was reeling. It was a reality check that he wasn't quite ready for and he found himself running up to his room before he even realized he'd moved. A part of him was hurting because he really had a crush on Carly and, despite knowing he never stood a chance, her apparently moving a world away still made him feel awful. The teen looked out his window and stared down at the city, the sky and horizon looking a lot whiter than he'd ever seen before. Maybe it might snow later, but something about the lack of colour just seemed a bit sinister. Gibby reached for his phone and quickly called Freddie up, hoping he ...