Silver
by SupMario

[Author's note: this is the start of a long series that I'm going to
be writing about a teen who finds an 'alternate reality' where
he finds high adventure and love, and lots of sex. ;)  This is my first
attempt at posting a story and any comments would be greatly appreciated.
The address is at the end of the document.]

Chapter 1

I was awakened by my alarm clock blaring at me, shattering the great
dream I was having as I rolled out of bed and staggered into the
bathroom.  After taking care of my morning rituals I got dressed and
headed into the kitchen for some breakfast, hurrying so I wouldn't be
late for school.

As usual, my mom was already at work.  She works the day shift at the
county hospital as a nurse and works harder than she should have to.
After my dad left us four years ago, Mom's had to work hard to keep up
the house payments and everything else.  She had left me a note telling
me she wouldn't be home until real late, so I should fix myself something
for supper tonight.

Well, that sounds like Mom all right.  She puts all of her energy into
her job and doesn't spend too much time worrying about me.  Of course,
she doesn't have to, because I'm quite capable of caring for myself.
I've always been like that, and I like it that way.

I get into my car and drive to school, hoping it doesn't brake down
again.  It's about ten years old and doesn't run very well, and has
about 3 million miles on it, but at least I don't have to walk
everywhere.

I pull up in the parking lot and walk to class, getting there just in
time.  I'm a freshman in my local college and get good grades, and don't
have to try very hard.  I don't have that many friends, mostly 'cause
I'm eternally shy.  I have a few buddies I talk too sometimes, but I
don't know any of them very well, my mother and I have move around a lot.

She has a very nasty temper and has gotten fired many times in the past,
or has simply quit because of bad relations at work.  She's good at what
she does, its just that temper of hers.  Believe me, I've experienced it
first hand quite often in the 19 years since I was born into this world.

School was boring as usual and I got home only to find my mom on the sofa
crying her eyes out.  I closed the door and went over to her, concerned.
My mother is a very strong, stubborn lady, and she NEVER cries unless a
earth-shattering event has taken place in her life, like dad leaving us
for example.  That was one of the only times I've EVER seen her cry.

"Mom, are you okay?  What's wrong?"  I sat down beside her and tried to
comfort her as best I could.  She fell into my arms and hugged me,
burying her head in my shoulder and continued sobbing hysterically.

After a while, she calmed down enough to talk to me.  "Oh, Paul.  Sarah
died in a car accident a few hours ago.  I was in the hospital working
when I got the call from your Uncle.  It was a drunk driver. <sob> Get
a suitcase packed, we're moving in with your Uncle until we get things
settled."  She shooed me off to my room and continued sobbing as I left
for my room.

I couldn't believe it.  Aunt Sarah dead.  She was my mom's twin sister.
They had been identical twins since birth and were both very alike.  They
even sounded almost exactly like each other.  I remember times when Aunt
Sarah had came and visited us that I'd called home thinking Mom had answered
only to turn out to be Aunt Sarah.

So we were going to move in with Uncle Jack.  They have a daughter about my 
age, her name is Diane.  Diane and I had never really hit it off, although we
didn't really dislike each other.  I got my suitcase out of the closet and
began mechanically packing clothes and personal items while thinking of my
Aunt Sarah.  She had always been the quieter, shy one, while my Mom was the
stubborn, adventurous twin.

We got everything in order.  Mom quit work and made plans with school so that
I could transfer to the local college in Uncle Jack's town.  Yeah, town
not city.  Uncle Jack and Aunt Sarah lived in Maine, on a farm way out in
the middle of nowhere.  The nearest town was about ten miles away, and it
was extremely boring the few times we had visited them there.  I had never
really been into the whole 'outdoors' thing, although I do admit I've had
had very little exposure to it here in Chicago.

So we traveled to Bangore, Maine by bus and arrived there on Thursday
morning.  Uncle Jack was waiting for us and we got in his pickup and rode
off through the countryside.  I sat in the back of the truck while Mom sat
up front and talked with Uncle Jack, catching up on family affairs and both
of them trying not to burst into tears in front of each other as we drove
home.

As we drove through the countryside, I enjoyed the countryside around me.
I realized that nature has its own appeal to it.  We pulled off onto a
dirt road and drove down it for a while until we pulled up to the house.
We had arrived.  The place looked basically the same as the last time I
had seen it.

It was a two-story house with a big porch and lots of windows.  We went
inside and Diane hugged my Mom, crying into her shoulder.  She was obviously
very shaken up.  I felt really bad for her, thinking how broken up I'd be
if it had been Mom instead of her twin.

We sat and talked some, about Mom and me coming to help out around
the house, since Aunt Sarah wasn't around any more to do it.  Apparently
Mom and Aunt Sarah had made some kind of pact to take care of each other's
kids if one of them died before their children were fully grown.  Some of
it went right over my head, as I was still trying to adjust to my new
surroundings.

Uncle Jack made a bundle writing books, and so Mom didn't have to work at
all, just take care of the house and us two kids.  She was all for that,
since she had been working almost nonstop for a few years.  

Diane was a junior in high school and would be graduating next year.  Mom shooed 
me and Diane off so she could talk privately with Uncle Jack so we left the house
and Diane led me back behind the house toward the west of the house where
a thick forest awaited us.

"Where are we going, Diane?"

She didn't answer me, just walked off purposely toward the edge of the
wood, while I followed her.  We began walking through the trees on a trail
that I could barely make out.  There was a lot less sunlight now because
of the thick expanse of trees overhead.  We walked for a while and finally
came upon a clearing where a stream babbled into a small lake.  It was
quite impressive.

"Wow, this place is great."

Diane sat on a nearby rock and looked up at me.  "You like it?  I come
here to think sometimes when I'm depressed."

I sat down beside her and looked out onto the lake.  The whole place was
very calm, very relaxing.  "I can see why you'd like this place.  It's
pretty cool."

We talked a bit and found out that we had more in common than we had thought.
It turns out that she's as much of a computer nut as I am.  After a while,
we went back to the house and up to her room and showed me her computer.
It was a lot nicer than mine, that's for sure.  My room was going to be next
door to hers, as it turned out, and my computer was packed up in some boxes
with the rest of my stuff, so we began unpacking my things and got my room
set up.

She was pretty good company and we became fast friends, taking a liking to
each other after really getting to know one another.  The funny thing was,
she was a girl, and I didn't have trouble talking to her at all.  Imagine
that.  Of course, my mind rationalized, it's probably because we're related
to each other.  Yeah, that's probably it.

As the days passed, we began getting back to normal, and me and Mom
took well to our new surroundings.  Mom was happy simply running the house,
and she actually had some free time of her own for once, so she took up her
childhood hobby of painting.  Mom had been a very talented painter before
marrying Dad and moving to Chicago with him.

She was really talented.  I think we were all really impressed with the
paintings that she would leave to dry on the back porch.  They were all
landscapes of the countryside around us, and she had even done one of
Uncle Jack and Diane which turned out great.  She was glad that me and
Diane were getting along so well with each other, and Diane and I could
see how well Uncle Jack and Mom were getting along.

Maybe I should explain about that.  You see, the farm used to belong to
Mom and Aunt Sarah's parents.  Uncle Jack lived down the road from them
with their neighbors until his parents had died and he came to live with
the two twins and their parents.  They never formerly 'adopted' him but
he lived with them just the same.  Well as they grew up, you can imagine
what must have happened when twin girls and a boy hit puberty.  Filled
with curiosity, they started exploring each other's bodies and one thing
led to another.  Okay, they were humping like bunnies.  All three of
them.

Jack was in love with both of them, but he knew he would have to pick
one of them.  The choice was easy when my Mom fell in love with my
Dad, leaving Jack and Sarah to be together.  Once my Dad married my Mom
and took her to Chicago, Uncle Jack and Aunt Sarah stayed at the farm
and Jack took it over when their parents passed away.  They stayed there
ever since.  Of course, once Jack became a successful author, they quit
farming and simply lived off the money Jack made from his writing.

Well, it was really no surprise when Mom and Uncle Jack started feeling
strongly about one another.  Heck, they were falling in love, and me and
Diane didn't see anything wrong with that.  Mom looked and sounded exactly
like her twin, and Jack was a really great guy whom she'd known since she
was a toddler almost.

Well, the funeral went smoothly and Aunt Sarah was buried and the summer
went by faster than me and Diane would have liked.  Before we knew it, it
was the middle of august and school was only two weeks away.

As summer came to a close, Diane and I were in the forest clearing casually
throwing stones into the lake nearby, enjoying the freedom that was soon
to be stolen from us.  We had been talking to each other about our goals
in life and what we wanted to do with ourselves after graduation.

"I'm thinking about becoming a botanist, because I love nature.  What about
you Paul?"  I sat there, looking out onto the lake, lazily skipping a stone
across the water.  "I don't know.  I've never really thought about it much,
I suppose.  I want... I dunno.  I'd like a job that would let me explore
places, ya know, roam all over the world meeting new people and cultures.
That's what I'd like to do."

"That sounds interesting.  Look we better get back, its getting dark."

I looked around and noticed she was right.  It was early evening already!
Where had the time gone?  We walked back to the house and sat down to
supper, talking about this and that and soon I was in my room, completely
bored out of my skull again.  I played some computer games then read some,
but nothing helped, so I decided to take a walk.  It was still light out,
this time of year it got dark a lot later in the evenings and there was
still enough light to see.  I was going to ask Diane to come with me,
but she was helping my mother with some sewing or something.

I've learned to get scarce real quick when my mother starts sewing and was
glad Diane would be her guinea pig from now on.  I walked out into the cool
evening air and headed for the trees that seemed to be calling to me.

I walked through the trees, following the trail that lead to the lake,
and was surprised to find that I wasn't where I thought I had been.  I
must have deviated from the trail somewhere along the way and started down
a different trail by mistake.  I looked around me and it was almost pitch
black now.  Where had my mind been wondering while the sun went down?

I felt like I had been walking for only a few minutes but look at the
dark sky.  I was confused and lost, not knowing how far I had walked
or what direction home lie in.  I sat against a tree and took stock of
my situation.  I could either stumble blindly in the dark trying to find
my way back home, or I could stay right where I was until morning and
then have the sunlight to aid me.

Well, as wonderful as sleeping on a bed of dry twigs sounded, I decided
to try and find my way home there and then.  I tried to backtrack and go
the way that I had came, but when I had came here, I had been letting
my mind wander, not paying attention to where I was going.  Soon I came
to a small clearing and was overjoyed when I saw the lake in front of me.

I could see where I was now.  I was on the other side of the lake as the
other clearing that I was used to and began quickly circling the lake
shore, glad I would get home to my bed as I was very tired by then.

Suddenly my feet came out from under me and I was falling into darkness.
I only fell a small distance, and then hit the ground with a thud, landing
on my left leg badly.  I screamed in pain and passed out, my last tangible
thought being about the strange pit I had fallen into.

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