Chapter 75: No 'Other' You

"And then, when I sat down on Billy's shaft, I think I, uh, popped my cherry."

The professor leaned back in his chair and eyed the red-faced blonde over the top of his horn-rimmed glasses. "Well, is that possible," he asked hopefully, "are you still a virgin?"

"No!" Kathy bristled at the suggestion. "Don't be silly."

"And in this 'dream' your mother didn't approve of your having sex with your brother? Is this something that's happened in real life?"

"I beg your pardon?" Mommy indignantly spat out the professor's manhood. "I'll have you know I've never deprived my children the use of each other's bodies! We're a perfectly normal family."

"From your technique, ma'am, I have no doubt that is the case." The professor guided Mommy's mouth back to the job at hand. "I just need to eliminate the possibilities before I can reach a, a, a," his eyes rolled back in his head as he began to moan blissfully, "a con, conclusion."

"But what about my problem?" Kathy pouted as the professor abruptly pulled Mommy's up by the hair and covered her face with thick globs of scholarly spunk.

"Well, young lady," he motioned for Kathy to mount his still impressive erection, "I think you may be one of our inter-dimensional travellers." He lowered her onto his shaft and used his hands to encourage her to begin pumping up and down, up and down on his not unpleasantly large organ.

"Will it, will it keep happening?"

"Well, it's just a matter of biology, Kathy, given enough time and stimulation most men can usually achieve a second orgasm."

"No," she giggled and squeezed his meat with her well-toned muscles, "I mean will I keep waking up in that other world."

"Well, not necessarily. The top physicists say that there are a lot of dimensions that are always moving around and that these incidents can happen when two collide in just the right way."

"Wow, so the nerd world is just floating out there and we just happened to bump into it?" Kathy was getting a firm grasp on both the theory and the theorist, and she could tell he was impressed by his glassy-eyed stare.

"Yes, yes, yes, Kathy," he began to moan again. "It could happen every night or so for a month then not again for years and, uh, years." He lifted her off his lap and pushed her to the floor just in time for her face to accept his frothy appreciation.

He flopped back into his chair and patted the heads of the two blondes kneeling attentively at his knees. "Did you have another dream last night after your visit with Mrs. Potter?"

"No, Sir. I slept all night," she paused thoughtfully, "except when Daddy came home and slipped in to say 'hello'."

"And how long," the professor queried, "did that take?"

"Oh, about half an hour or 45 minutes, Mommy was busy with Officer Ray and Billy and his friends had already called dibs on Becky."

"I see." The professor toyed with his glasses. "And there was no 'other' you in the mirror this morning?"

"Well, I don't know," she mused. "I was still sound asleep when 'dear' brother came in to give my fiancee her wake up call and I kinda joined in, so I didn't get look in the mirror right away."

"I see. I must say your home life sounds perfectly ordinary."

"Doctor," Mommy inquired, "what should Kathy do?"

"Well, like I said, these things come and go, but if you do see the 'other' world in your mirror again," he cautioned, "don't step through no matter what."

"Step through the mirror?" Kathy was incredulous. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Well, most of the incidents occur in dreams like yours, but there have been reports -- unconfirmed mind you -- of people physically entered other worlds through a mirror or other porthole and being unable to get back. And there are those who claim that they're trapped here the same way. That's one theory about where the first nuns and convent girls came from."

"Well, that would explain a lot," Mommy nodded, "after my parents died, I was raised in a convent until my husband bought me. I always thought there was something unworldly about it."

"You're not the first 'survivor' to say that. Some in the scientific community have been pushing for Congressional investigations, but," he coughed, "the convents do produce the finest slaves, so people tend to look the other way."

"Maybe that's what I should do," Kathy said with sudden resolve. Maybe if I wake up there again I should just look the other way," she paused and made a worried face, "except that, that they all seem so unhappy and I can't help but want to cheer them up."