The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 18: The Brother of all Incidents – Jane I .5 – Saturday
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 18: The Brother of all Incidents – Jane I .5 – Saturday - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
Rachel had texted me late Friday, letting me know she would be arriving at the brunch about ten. There must have been some early-morning business she needed to handle. Smiling to myself, I replied ten sounded perfect. Saturday finally rolled around. It had been a good week for me. Seeing Rachel again was the icing on the cake. When I arrived at the apartment, Daphne greeted me at the door with a big smile and a hug. She was wearing an apron and—after turning to lead me into the apartment—I could see she had on what I first thought were tight shorts, but after a second look, they were women’s boxer briefs. That was all she was wearing—briefs and an apron. The essentials were covered; her breasts were not exposed except for the sides. I’d seen more revealing bathing suits, I thought to myself.
As we walked to the kitchen, I could see Janice and Kate at a counter cutting vegetables. They were not in aprons, but Kate was dressed in a deep V-neck orange sports bra; her breasts were covered—though I wouldn’t say a majority was covered. I understood why they teased her about her breasts—they were jealous, and I know I was. I had to force myself to stop staring. Even Rachel would be a little jealous, and hers were perfect. Kate’s were just larger and perfect. Even with her in a sports bra, I knew it was true. The sweatpants that rode very low on her hips were positively modest in comparison. There were three Greek letters across her butt, “ΘΕΑ.” Daphne caught me looking at Kate’s ass and said, “The word in Greek is Theá; it means ‘Goddess.’ She has a high opinion of herself.” At hearing that, Kate whipped around, pointing her cutting knife at Daphne and saying to me, “She bought these and made me wear them.” Daphne, unbothered, added, “That’s also how she acts around here.” Kate rolled her eyes and went back to chopping. Janice was wearing a deep V-neck white T-shirt, down to her navel, that was almost completely open on the sides. Topped off—or should I say bottomed off—with a pair of black yoga shorts. I thought to myself, I am wildly overdressed. I was in a fairly tight pair of jeans and a pullover top. The top had a fairly deep V-neck. You could see some cleavage, I thought. Nothing like the other women were showing off. Besides, I needed to hide my Glock.
Daphne guided me to the island and I took a stool. Once seated, I asked the group, “No body today?” referencing the past two Saturdays when I investigated the jumper and Rachel’s psycho ex. Janice chuckled and said, “No.” Daphne added, “But the day is young.”
“Don’t jinx it,” Kate said. “This is going to be a nice relaxing day with a lot of food and drink.”
I asked, “Are the three of you going to be extras in a low-budget slasher movie later?”
Kate again pointed her knife at Daphne. Janice simply nodded her head in Daphne’s direction. Daphne, eyeing me up and down, said, “I told you to dress appropriately. You call that appropriate?”
Janice chimed in, saying, “It’s called ‘Street Walker Formal.’”
Daphne said, “Shush you. It’s called ‘Brunch Appropriate.’”
“You just made that up,” said Kate.
“You shush too,” Daphne replied to Kate. Then, looking at me, she said, “I’ll find you something nice once I finish here. But next time, come dressed correctly.”
Both Kate and Janice looked at me, trying not to laugh. It was bizarre how comfortable I felt around them. I felt like I’d known them for years and they knew me.
Thinking back to last Sunday and the pizza parlor, I asked Janice if Sydney was coming. She said she should be here any time now. I added that Rachel should be here any minute too.
Pointing at two bottles of champagne on the island, I said to Daphne, “Starting a little early today, aren’t we, Mr. Tanaka?” The three chuckled, and Daphne said, “It’s a little early even for Kate. I won’t let her start until she finishes her chores.” I looked at Kate—she was giving Daphne something between a smirk and a smile.
As if on schedule, there was a knock at the door. I said I would get it, but Daphne said no—all guests should be greeted by one of the owners. She dropped what she was doing and went to answer. It was Rachel. She announced Sydney should be up in a couple of minutes—she went back to her car for something. Daphne announced she would just leave the door open.
I have to admit, I got a little excited seeing Rachel again. We hadn’t seen each other since I dropped her off after our evening together. The second she saw me, I could tell she felt the same.
Daphne quickly announced there were too many people in her kitchen, and everyone needed to leave. Kate said, “Yeah, paroled. You don’t have to tell us twice.”
As I headed toward the dining room, Daphne looked at me and said, “Rachel said she has seen you with your clothes off more than with them on. Try to improve the ratio of clothes off to on by staying dressed while you are here, please.”
I looked at Rachel, saying, “You told her...” I cut myself off. The look on Rachel’s face said, “I don’t believe you fell for that.” I’d been played.
Kate came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me—one arm inadvertently pressing firmly against a breast—and kissed my head, saying, “It’s so nice seeing her attention turned toward someone else for a change.”
I grabbed a bottle of champagne and announced I was going to start drinking. I didn’t care about house rules. I was the first one on the balcony, with Kate, Janice, and Rachel following. Kate stopped and turned back, saying, “Jane may be drinking from the bottle, but the rest of us will use a flute.”
Just then, a male voice came from the front door, yelling, “You all going to pay, you stupid bitches!” He was armed and came toward the kitchen. He looked around and appeared not to see what he was looking for. Daphne and Kate were in the kitchen. Rachel and Janice were by the table on the balcony. I heard Rachel swear when the man appeared to lock eyes with her. Kate, standing at the far end of the kitchen, said quite calmly, “What seems to be the problem?” That got the man’s attention. I drew my Glock and was making my way to the patio door. My heart was pounding so hard and fast, I thought someone could see my chest vibrating. I yelled at the two women to get on the ground. What happened next seemed to happen in a second. The man screamed, “You’re the problem!” and aimed at Kate. Daphne screamed, “No!” and jumped in front of Kate just as the man fired. I was in the doorway now and screamed, “Police!” The man turned toward me with the gun raised. I fired twice in rapid succession. The first shot hit him in the upper right chest, the other in his stomach. The man jerked with both shots. The gun fell from his hand, and he fell backward, his eyes wide.
The shots were still ringing in my ears when I heard Kate scream, “Daphne!” Rushing up to the man, I grabbed his dropped weapon. I noticed he had rolled up into a ball, moaning and cursing under his breath, which was strained. Rushing to the kitchen, I saw Kate holding Daphne, her hand covering the right side of Daphne’s chest as blood literally shot out between her fingers with each beat of Daphne’s heart. I knew this was bad. I grabbed a dish towel and told Kate to move her hand. Daphne was dazed and seemed to be pushing Kate away. Kate had tears streaming down her face and would have none of it. I finally got her to move her hand so I could apply pressure with the towel, but she still would not let me lay Daphne flat. She was too hysterical. Janice came rushing in, screaming at Kate to let Daphne go. I was screaming at Janice to call 911. The next ten to fifteen seconds were a blur of me screaming at Janice, Janice screaming at Kate, and Kate in hysterics clinging to Daphne.
Here’s what happened next. Janice grabbed a bottle from next to the stove. She squirted Kate in the face with it. I could tell immediately it was lemon juice. Kate screamed and let go of Daphne to wipe her eyes. Janice actually grabbed her by the back of the sports bra and hair, dragging her across the kitchen away from Daphne. Daphne now lay completely on her back. With one hand, I was applying pressure to the wound; with the other, I grabbed my phone from my back pocket to call 911 myself. That’s when Daphne disappeared. I fell forward, pressing a bloody towel to a bloody apron and no body — a pair of empty panties lay there too.
I was looking around in shock. I couldn’t reconcile what just happened with the previous ten seconds of the man shooting, me shooting the man, and seeing Daphne severely wounded. It only took a few seconds more, and there was Daphne standing a couple of feet away, yelling at Kate with her hands waving in the air. She was screaming, “What the hell were you trying to do? Kill me?” She then put her hands on her hips, still yelling, “Do you know how much that hurts!” Kate’s eyes were running up and down Daphne’s body—just like my eyes—looking for the wound. There was none—no blood, no nothing. You could tell because Daphne was naked. I just knelt there with my mouth open, gaping. Daphne turned to Janice, smiling, and said, “Thank you, Janice. Nice to know someone can keep their head.”
Kate was standing up now. She went to the sink and splashed water, rinsing her eyes and face of the lemon juice. It only took a moment, and she turned around, yelling back at Daphne, “Sorry! This was the first time someone I loved got shot in front of my eyes!” They then rushed to each other and started hugging. Kate started crying again, saying, “I was so scared.” Daphne replied in a soft voice, “I know; everything is fine now.”
They broke the hug, Kate wiping her eyes. Daphne turned to me, about to say something, when she saw my face. I’m not sure what expression I had at that moment, but she put on a look of concern. She came over and bent down. Looking at her naked body, I could see she was perfectly alright—no hint of a bullet hole, no blood, just her look of concern. I couldn’t talk. I just kept looking at her chest for any kind of wound. Seeing me looking at her chest, she said, “You can touch them. Unlike Kate’s, they are real.”
Kate exclaimed, “Hey!” I looked at Kate, then back at Daphne, blinking. Daphne smiled, asking, “You back yet? Want me to explain?” Just then, a voice asked, “What’s going on?” It was Sydney, standing away from the man curled up on the floor groaning. She said to Janice, “You were right—I didn’t want to be late. DAMN!” Daphne, still bent in front of me, smiled up at Sydney as if nothing unusual was going on and said, “Great, you made it. We have a little situation. Go by Rachel and don’t touch anything. We’ll explain.”
Taking a breath, in an overly calm voice, I said, “An explanation would be nice.” My mind was racing. My shooting the man was bad enough—a first for me. I’d only drawn my gun twice as a uniform and never fired a shot, except at the range. I’d seen many gunshot wounds while on duty, but never a friend. My training was really helping right now.
“Good,” said Daphne. She stood and helped me stand. Looking at my jeans and shirt, she said, “You will need new clothes.”
“Not important,” I said in a calm but clipped tone.
Daphne smiled indulgently. Then she took on a calm, stern, authoritative expression—a look I’d never seen on her before. She started to speak: “This will be the Cliff Notes version. We will get into details tonight after all this is settled. A long time ago, I was struck by some strange lightning.”
“How long?” I interrupted.
Kate actually sat up straighter, saying, “Several millennia. She...”
Daphne, not taking her eyes off me, shot her hand up to silence Kate. Kate immediately stopped talking. Still staring at me, she said in a very stern voice, “Don’t interrupt again.” She continued in a slightly less stern voice, talking quickly, “After I was struck, I became insubstantial. I call it ‘phased-out.’ It wasn’t until I bumped into Kate that I could become corporeal again. I call that ‘phased-in.’ I can now obviously phase in and out at will. And when I phase-in, my body takes on an earlier state.” She finished in her normal tone, “Is that good enough for now?”
I hesitated, thinking, and either had a skeptical or confused look on my face, because she held out her arm and told me to take a tight grip. I hesitated for a moment, but she gave me that stern look. I grabbed her forearm, gripping it tightly. The next moment, she was gone, and I was holding nothing. I looked around. Rachel and Sydney were standing on the other side of the kitchen island, not moving, but their eyes were scanning. I dropped my arm; Daphne reappeared in front of me—not so close that I would jump, but completely in my field of view.
“You don’t have to believe me yet, but are you satisfied you’re not crazy and can believe your own eyes?” she asked me. When I didn’t immediately respond, she vanished again. A few seconds later, she reappeared, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island, facing Rachel and Sydney. I heard Rachel say, “I love these kinds of dreams.” Sydney said, “Don’t think so. Janice said you guys were unusual, but this is next-level weird.”
Daphne, sitting there, held out her hands to Rachel and Sydney. Sticking out a finger on each hand, she said, “Pull my finger.”
Janice broke into laughter. Kate, sounding a little annoyed but holding back a laugh, said, “Daphne, stop.” Daphne disappeared, and a few moments later, she reappeared a few feet away from me. She said to me, “This will have to do for now. You have to call this in now, or you might get into trouble. Then we need to get you clean clothes.”
I knew I wasn’t dreaming. I didn’t know what to make of Daphne. And Daphne was right—I needed to call this shooting in. Too long of a delay could cause problems. So, I called it in and knew we had between five and ten minutes. I started calling it in. Daphne told Kate and Janice to clean up her blood and make sure there was no trace left. I was still on the phone as she took my free hand and led me to the bedroom. Once there, we went directly to the master bath. I noted it was bigger than one of my house’s bedrooms. Looking closely, the shower was bigger than my master bathroom. I finished the call. Daphne said I had three minutes to strip, place my clothes in the sink, shower, and get dressed. She would have clothes on the bed. She left, saying she needed to get dressed.
As I finished drying off and headed to the bedroom, Daphne passed me carrying a trash bag—for my clothes, I assumed. Looking at the bed, there was a pair of sweatpants like Kate’s and a cutoff T-shirt that barely covered my breasts. Calling out, I said, “I can’t wear this!” Then it hit me—I gave her my bra and panties with my other clothes. I groaned, knowing I’d be going commando.
Then I heard Daphne reply from somewhere, “Then go naked. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sure all your colleagues will agree.”
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