Totem
Copyright© 2001 by This Guy
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Touching a Native American totem figure makes Sam strangely attractive to women.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Mind Control BiSexual Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter MaleDom
When Sam awoke he was in bed in a large white room, with white-dressed people all around him. His arm was slightly sore, and hard objects were pressed against his scalp, which itched. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was in a hospital; there was an IV drip in his arm and sensors stuck to his head and chest.
An older man leaned over and said, "Hello, Sam. How are you feeling?"
Sam thought about that for a moment. He still felt light-headed and weak, and the roaring in his ears was still there, but only very faintly.
"I feel all right, I guess," he said. "What happened?"
"What do you remember?" the doctor (as Sam deduced he was) asked.
"I was at the museum," Sam recalled. "Everything went gray... I guess I must have fainted," he added with chagrin.
Looks were exchanged, and the doctor said, "More than just fainted. You've been unconscious for three days."
"Three days!" Sam said. He added that up. "You mean, today is Friday?"
"That's right," the doctor said, smiling a bit. "So, you can figure out what day it is?"
"Sure," Sam said, confused. Why shouldn't he be able to? "What's wrong with me?"
"Well, we don't exactly know that," the doctor admitted. "Your heart and breathing seemed fine, and your brain activity was... well, not exactly normal, but certainly didn't indicate any damage. X-rays and MRI didn't show any injury. It was just like you were asleep."
"Asleep for three days?" Sam said.
"Yes. If you feel up to it, we'd like you to take some tests," the doctor went on. "Perhaps we can figure out what happened."
"Sure, I feel up to it," Sam said.
"Wonderful!" the doctor beamed. "We'll get them ready. But first you should see your family... they've been very worried about you."
"They're here?" Sam asked.
"They've been here most of the last three days," the doctor said, rising to his feet. "I'll send them in."
Sam's mother Caroline and his sister Joan entered the room quietly, as though expecting to find him at death's door. The two of them looked very similar -- his mother tall, with red hair and green eyes, his sister a bit shorter with auburn hair, but otherwise taking after her mother. Sam had always looked more like his father, James, whom he barely remembered. Sam grinned at his mother and sister as reassuringly as possible, and Caroline threw her arms around him and held him tightly.
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