Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Following a traumatic accident, Kal returns home with a gap in his memories. Strange dreams plague him as uncontrollable urges begin to rise.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Were animal Sister Cream Pie Oral Sex
With Kaylie and Melissa off at their classes, and Hana in her office, Kal ventured down into the pits of the basement. Creepy wasn’t exactly the right way to describe it, but it was close. ‘Unfinished’ was the term most people used, but with exposed brick, infrequent and flickering lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling at odd intervals, and the occasional half-painted whitewall, yeah, creepy fit the bill pretty well.
Mostly for storage at this point, it was infrequent that anyone would come down here. Which was probably why his things had all been boxed and hidden away, because none of the girls could bear to look at it without bursting into tears again. They’d unpacked a number of boxes when he’d come back, but the heaviest still remained.
Given the layer of dust on his stuff, people could be forgiven for thinking he’d been gone decades. It seemed like anything they dusted upstairs simply migrated to the basement, leaving a deep cover on even the newest of additions.
After a bit of struggling, Kal gave up on the idea of picking up the entire box of weights and workout equipment, opting instead to make several increasingly difficult trips back to his room laden with gear. By the fourth trip he called it quits as he was already sweating through his shirt and didn’t relish the thought of carrying up his thirty-pound plates.
Returning to the basement one last time to clean up, Kal spotted several pristine cans of paint by the entryway, tucked beneath a tarp.
“Kal, are you down there?” Hana called from upstairs. “Want some lunch?”
“Hmm? Yeah, sounds good.” Kal headed upstairs while inspecting one of the cans. “Hey, Hana? When did you buy paint? These haven’t even been opened.”
Hana’s hands paused as she put her hair up in a ponytail, glancing between the can and him.
“Oh, that’s ... well, I’d heard that sometimes a change can help deal with, you know, change.”
Kal nodded, putting the paint can on the floor.
Hana resumed getting her hair up, pulling out ingredients from the fridge.
“You know, I tried,” she said, not looking up from her prep work. “I got everything and resolved myself to paint upstairs. I even started putting down the tape to keep the paint from the molding.”
Hana trailed off, the clack of her knife slowing to a halt.
“It’s just ... I saw your room. And ... I just couldn’t.” She sniffled and rubbed a sleeve against her cheek. “And ... if I did it, if I painted. I just felt like ... it wouldn’t be your room anymore. That you’d be ... gone.”
Hana waved Kal off, putting down the knife and wiping her eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said, covering her face. “I’m fine.”
Gathering Hana into his arms, he let her sniffle into his chest.
“It’s alright, Hana. I’m here.”
Rubbing her back, Hana slowly calmed down.
“I’m fine, Kal,” she finally said, wiping her eyes one last time. “Really. I just ... need to remind myself that it’s over. I’m sorry for worrying you.”
“It’s fine. And, you know, it’s not a bad idea. Painting, that is. I mean, mint green went out of fashion a couple of decades ago. The upstairs hallways could use a fresh coat.”
“Are you up for it?” Hana asked, resuming her prep work. “Don’t push yourself.”
“Nah, it’ll be fine. Kay wanted me to stay more active, and this is probably better than jumping right into weight training.”
“Okay. It might take a while, though. Why don’t you do it tomorrow. I can go into the office for the day. Being remote can be a bit isolating at times. Just make sure everyone’s out when you paint though. And leave a window open.”
Kal wiped the sweat from his brow, reviewing the extent of his painting. The upstairs had desperately needed a new coat, so he had spent the better part of the day working on it. Two hallways split from the landing, creating an “L” shape. His room was on the far side of the long hallways, past the living room, and his sisters’ rooms were on the short end with their own bathroom. The master suite was immediately off the landing, but no one used it. It felt ... wrong somehow. Like her spirit still lingered there.
Kal jumped when the door to Melissa’s room swung open beside him.
“I can’t believe you’re standing there without a shirt on in the frigid hallway.” Melissa glared at him from her room, bundled in layers. “You could have done literally anything else and not made us miserable.”
And so, it began again. Kal sighed. “I’m sorry Mel. I thought everyone was out of the house. You didn’t answer when I knocked, so I assumed you were at school.”
“So, it’s my fault. Hm? Is that what you’re saying?”
He had to remind himself that he loved his sister. He mustered all the self-control he could. “No, I’m not saying that. Look, I’m almost done here, so I can close the window and just move down to the next area.”
“Great, that way I can die of paint fumes. You’ve really thought this out.”
“Mel!” The sharp bark made her flinch, but she continued to glare angrily at him. “For fuck’s sake. I’m trying to work around you, but you aren’t making it easy.”
“Well, why don’t you fucking leave again then!” She spat, slamming the door between them.
Kal growled in frustration. She always made it hard. He shook his head and knocked on her door.
“Mel? Listen, I’m sorry.” Music began to blare, drowning out his voice. He called again, but the music just got louder. He could only sigh in defeat, returning to his painting.
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