Proof That Nous Is God

An early July morning. Outside my window, birds chirped and picked worms from their homes in the dirt, hopping from spot to spot. Every now and then, they would cock their heads, making sure they were not being preyed upon. I, Nous, eased off of my bed like a slug - a very attractive, well-endowed slug. Actually, that's still a gross mental picture, so nevermind.
I pulled the blinds over the windows on my bedroom door to the side and peaked out into the living room; it was dead - not a soul out there. Stepping out into the living room, I listened, but heard no voices, no movements - nothing. Aside from the furniture (and we all know how nosy they can be), I was all alone in the house.
There was only one reasonable thing to do. Picking up the phone, I dialed a number and waited for that sweet female voice to say, "Hello?"
When it did, I said into the receiver,"Yo, you wanna fuck today, or what?"
The voice became hushed, but said, "Of course I do, silly."
The voice belonged to one Reese Witherspoon.
I fuck her every week. You didn't know? She doesn't wither my spoon at all, if you know what I mean.
What I mean is that I can get hard and fuck her smooth pussy, if you really want to know, and who doesn't?
After about five minutes (she lives really close to me) Reese Witherspoon arrived at my doorstep, wearing a large overcoat. She was barefoot.
"Can I come in?" she asked, smiling shyly.
I pulled her inside and took off her coat, revealing the beautiful body of Reese Witherspoon clad in a nearly invisible pink nightie. She stood there for a moment, blushing, and then glided into my arms, kissing me passionately. I ran my fingers through her soft blond hair, down her smooth pink neck, to the small of her back.
"Fuck me," she said.
I fucked her for like ten hours straight, doing all the positions that I learned in my Kama Sutra classes, and left Reese there, fully satisfied.
"Get out before someone gets home," I said as I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a coke.
"Yes, sir."

After that, there wasn't much to do. I sat at my computer all day and listened to music. Everyone had come home shortly after I had sex with Reese Witherspoon, and they were being awfully noisy. My mom entered my room and said, "I'm going to get a pizza. I'll be back in a bit."
"Okay," I replied.
After she left, my youngest brother's friend came over and they were making so much noise that I said, out loud, "God damn it. Shut the fuck up!"
I don't recall the noise stopping just then, but when my mom came home ten minutes later, I noticed that my brother and his friend were not there to greet the food with greedy bellies. My mom said, "Pizza," pointing to the box on the table.
I sat down and helped myself, but after a moment, my mother said, "Where's your brother?"
"I don't know," I said, through a mouth full of pizza, "His friend came over, but I don't know where they went."
Or that's what I would have said were I inclined to talk. Instead, I simply shrugged my shoulders. That isn't rude, is it?
My mother phoned my brother's friend instinctively and asked if he was there. He was not. But, instead of continuing her search, as she would normally have done - or as any good mother would have done - she let it drop there, and continued washing dishes. I was confused, but said nothing.
After a while, I said, "Was he at his friend's house?"
My mother said nothing.
I didn't feel like repeating the question, so I didn't pursue the matter.
The day ended and my brother wasn't home.

The next morning came and once again, no one was home.
I called Kate Winslet and fucked her in the ass.
That's right. Both of them, every week.
After sex, Kate and I lay there, both exhausted (but satisfied), and after a minute or so, I rolled over on my side and said, "Kate, can I ask you something?"
"Of course," she said.
"Yesterday, when my brother and friend were making noise in the living room, I told them to shut up. Afterwards, my mom couldn't find either of them. She checked with my brother's friend's mom, but they weren't there. And my brother hasn't been back since."
Kate looked at me intently, before asking, "What are you saying?"
"I think I made them disappear, Kate."
Suddenly angry, Kate Winslet rose from the bed and began to put her clothes back on.
"Kate, come on."
She was trying to give me the silent treatment, but decided instead to say, "There are people in this world, Nous, that you don't fuck around with."
In unison, we said, "And I'm one of those people."
I laughed and said, "You've said that before, Kate. Look, I'm serious. I told them both to shut the fuck up, and afterwards, they were gone. I'm just saying, what if, you know?"
"No," Kate muttered. "That's not what you're saying."
"Kate, yes it is."
"What you're saying, Nous, is something much more serious."
"And what is that," I asked, grinning at Kate.
"Don't fuck around with this," she said, and made her way out the door.

Later that night, I asked my mom where my brother was. I called him by name.
"Who is that?" she asked.
"My brother; your son."
After a brief silence, my mother muttered, "I don't know what you're talking about," and continued watching television.
The following week came and went. Nobody in my family, it seemed, remembered my brother or his friend.

Saturday morning arrived and I found myself once more with my cock out before a kneeling Reese Witherspoon, as she gave me the best blowjob she could. She wasn't bad, just inexperienced. That itself provided its own erotic element.
"I'm in a bit of a situation," I said, half to myself. Reese responded with a questioning moan. "Well," I went on, "It seems I've made my brother disappear."
Reese mumbled something.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," I said, sternly.
She pulled away and sucked the line of drool and precum that went from my cock to her chin into her mouth.
"Sorry," she said, wiping her cheek. "I was just asking what you meant."
Pushing back into her mouth, I said, "Reese, you're not going to understand what I'm talking about, so you don't have to give me any advice or anything. I'm just saying that I made my brother disappear." Reese pulled away and said, "How?" then went back down on my cock.
"These things are hard to explain. I just willed him to disappear. And he just - poof - vanished. Now no one can seem to recall him. No one can recognize his name. All of the family pictures seemed to have been altered, with him taken out of them. It's just really weird. Because there are only certain types who can do what I've done."
I pulled out of Reese's mouth and said, "Turn around."
Thrusting into Reese Witherspoon's ass, I said, over her screams, "See, humans can't make other humans disappear. They can make them hurt. They can inflict pain on them, but only through middlemen. Demons and stuff. Some humans can move things with their minds. And really, I guess it's all in our minds. Well, that's beside the point. And the point is this: Humans cannot will other humans to disappear."
"I'm cumming!" moaned Reese. "Harder! Harder!"
After Reese Witherspoon came, I rolled her on her back and slid into her tight pussy.
"Oh..." she moaned, softly.
"I can't be human," I murmured. Reese kissed me.
"No," she said, "You're just too good."
I have to agree.

"Why are you giving me the silent treatment?"
Kate Winslet hid herself under the blankets.
"I don't want to talk about this," she hissed. "You can get in trouble for heresy, you know."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I know what you are, and you know what you are. But everyone else. They don't. All of the other beings in the universe - they don't believe you are what we know you are. They believe in another. If I so much as breathe a word about this, they'll kill me."
I said nothing. Of course, she was right. There were other beings in the universe. I had never encountered one except for Kate. What she was, I didn't know. I just knew she wasn't human. She was something more.
And those other beings believed that whoever was giving them orders was the true God. It wasn't me. Not some little human on earth. I couldn't be God. That would be preposterous. But Kate and I both knew it. We knew that the throne had bee stolen from me. By whom, I wasn't sure. Probably Satan, whatever He was.
I sighed.
"So what do we do?" I asked.
"What can we do?" replied Kate.
There was sorrow in her voice.
After a moment, I said, "Isn't there some way to get onto whatever plane of existence you guys are on and steal back what was taken from me?"
Kate smiled.
"You were always brave. But never too bright. We'd be killed."
I kissed her and asked, "How long have you known?"
"That you were God? I knew before you were born. Sounds stupid, I know. But I did. You existed before this body just as I did. And you'll exist after this body dies. You told me who you would be. I just had to find you. And now I have."
"Why is it I can't remember all of that stuff. Why can't I remember knowing you?"
"You've got a new mind here, a smaller mind," Kate said, "One day you'll remember."
She sighed and stared at the ceiling, saying, "We might as well be human. What will happen will happen. And you -" she turned to face me. "- you will find a way to bring back the Old Order, to restore that which has been lost. But I can't get involved. That isn't what I'm made for."
I touched Kate on her cheek and saw that she was crying.
"Don't worry, Kate."
She smiled.
"I've known what I have to do for a while now," I whispered, "I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I wasn't sure if I was crazy for thinking it. You've restored my faith."
She turned to look at me and said, after a moment, "Now it's your job to restore the rest."
We had sex again because I'm unstoppable. We fucked late into the night.

Wednesday mornings were soft and painful. Some days, I could feel the life being taken from me. I walked up to the small hill in the park and made my way to the top. There was a small pole there. I stood at the top of the hill and felt the breeze make its way around my body. I inhaled deeply and stared up into the sky.
"This," I said, "Is why I was born."
A deep roar, like thunder, echoed across the sky and made its way into my brain. I suddenly felt as if I had been dropped from the highest cliff down a neverending hole. The experience seemed to last forever, but then I found myself face down on the grass at the top of the hill. I felt pain and tried to move, but was somehow pinned to the ground. Looking back, I saw that I had somehow managed to impale myself with the pole that stood at the top of the hill. I began to laugh. I felt as if guns and cannons were aimed at me, but could do nothing to harm me. I was invincible. I was God.

On my rightful throne in "Heaven," I looked down at a small creature who wept at my feet. He was babbling something about betraying me. To my right stood Kate Winslet in her true form. She looked very different, but more beautiful than ever. It was a different kind of beauty, now that I think about it. Not human in any way at all.
Looking back at the creature at my feet, I uttered a few words and swung a sword, slicing the creature in half. Blood was shed and I felt strong. A thousand voices said my name.
None of this will be believed. But one day, the Thunder will take us all and we will see in the sky the stars of a traitor who was slain. And it will be indisputable proof that I, Nous - as I have always claimed - am indeed God.