Vile Hunger 2: Forbidden Fruit

VIRGIN SACRIFICE

“Stop,” she giggled. “Just stop.”

Adam sighed in frustration, as she pushed his hands away again. He had managed to cop a feel several times, but getting under her shirt, well that always seemed to be just out of reach.

The holy grail, he thought.

“Goooddd,” she scoffed in a way only a teenage girl could manage, conveying both annoyance and acceptance. “I told you we were going to do it. Just let me make a phone call first.”

If he were any less of a gentleman, he would have taken her right there in the phone booth. Still the promise of sex was enough to keep his baser instincts in check.

“Do you have a quarter?” She asked.

“What?” He said, unable to gather his thoughts.

“A quarter, stupid,” she answered, annoyed. “For the phone.”

Now he understood, and quickly fumbled through his pants pockets, praying to the gods of lust that he had some spare change, as a quarter stood in the way of absolute bliss.

Success!

He held the coin out to her as a token of his affection.

She took it, scoffed and then shook her head. But offered him a smile, nonetheless.

She turned and now went to the phone.

Adam’s eyes boggled as he stared at her backside.

He had learned a new word today: Voluptuous. And voluptuous was the perfect word to describe Teresa Spearman. She had been a cheerleader, but quit the team her senior year. But her cheerleading days were still evident especially in her strong athletic legs. Teresa's hair was almost completely black and her skin was a smooth dark chocolate. Her lips full, and her body looked built to offer almost endless pleasure. Adam couldn’t stop thinking about her, and even when he closed his eyes her image still lingered in his mind. Why she had chosen him, some lowly second stringer on the basketball team, was a mystery best left unanswered. Today they were together, and that’s all that really mattered. And if he didn’t completely mess it up, soon enough he’d get to know the most intimate part of her.

“Cole,” she said, holding the phone close to her full lips.

“Cole?” Adam said out-loud, his infatuation temporarily thwarted.

She glared at him, and then waved him dismissively away.

“It’s Teresa,” she said into the phone again. “Can you let us in? I forgot my key.”

Adam could hear a muffled voice on the end of the line, a voice that defiantly sounded male.

Adam folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the door.

What the hell is going on? His rational mind asked, and then offered up a few speculations. You’re being fooled man. She’s pranking you. Or her much bigger and stronger boyfriend is going burst in while your naked and whoop your ass. Get out of here!

But a more primitive arousal held him fast. There is still a chance you’re going to get some pussy out of this, and that’s the voice he listened to now.

“You’re so sweet,” she said. “Thanks, you're a life saver.”

“So, who was that?” Adam asked as they stepped out of the phone booth. Almost adding: Is that your boyfriend or something? But wisely kept that to himself. Pussy was still on the table, so he didn’t want to over play his hand.

“God,” she scoffed, and rolled her eyes. “It’s nobody, okay.”

“Didn’t sound like nobody,” Adam snapped a little harsher than he meant to.

“What are you jealous?” She asked, the smile dropping, as she folded her arms across her chest.

“Quit messing around,” Adam said, anger suppressing his need to get laid.

Teresa held up her hands in mock surrender.

The gesture took all the fight out of him, as he stared at the hard nipples outlined in the fabric of her red sweater.

“He’s nobody,” she repeated. “Just my stupid twin brother.”

“Uh... Is it cool with him there, I mean...” Adam began.

She cut him off with a laugh, breaking the tension between them. The laugh was followed by a smile that lit up her face. It was the most beautiful sight in the world, well next to her hard nipples and her mouth-watering ass, of course.

“Look, Cole is... weird,” Teresa said. “But he’s quiet and won’t bother us. He sits in his room and just reads comic books all day.”

Adam relaxed, until Teresa punched him in the arm.

“So do you want to get laid or not?” She asked, exasperated. “Or do want to ask me more dumb questions?”

“Laid, please,” Adam said without hesitation.

“Good,” she said, taking his hand into her’s.

After they had walked a little, she snuggled up close to him, and Adam took the hint, draping an arm across her shoulder.

“I’m really excited,” she said. “This will be my first time.”

“Y-Y-You’re a virgin?” He stammered, practically choking on his own words. His face went red with embarrassment. Then, to add salt to the wound he followed up by saying: “But I mean look at you.”

Fuck, Adam thought. You’re coming across as a total creep. Stop fucking it up.

He fell silent, not waiting to blow it any further than he already had.

She sighed, but hadn’t run screaming in terror, so that was good.

“I know how boys look at me,” she answered wearily.

Then she kissed him on the cheek, and his heart soared through his chest.

Adam heard her giggle softly, and now looked down to see her face had also gone red.

“I wanted my first time to be with someone who wasn’t...experienced. That way we could kind of be weird and awkward together, you know what I mean?”

“I’ve fooled around with girls before,” he blurted out.

“Oh, yeah,” she answered. “I totally believe you.”

She looked up at him, and offered him a shy smile.

“It’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Did you bring a condom.”

“Shit,” he cried. “I forgot.”

She sighed and pulled away from him.

“I think I have one in my purse,” she said, and began to search her bag.

Fuck, I blew it, Adam thought.

“You’re in luck, mister,” Teresa said holding the rubber up in triumph. “I had the foresight to grab one from the nurse’s office.”

“I hope it’s one size fits all,” Adam answered, full of bravado now.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she answered.

They now turned, and she led him up the hill to her house.

“You don’t need to worry about Cole,” she said now. “He won’t bother us or say anything to my mom. So, it’s practically like we have the house to ourselves.”

“Wasn’t worried for a second,” Adam said. Still full of bravado.

“Uh-huh,” she said in disbelief.

“I will say one thing about him, though,” she continued, as they approached the front door. “He does as he’s told.”

She turned the knob and opened the door.

“After you,” Adam said. He was so excited he could barely stand still.

“Such a gentleman,” Teresa said stepping inside.

Then laughing, she slammed the door in his face.

“Hey,” he cried, pushing the door open.

“I don’t know what happened,” she said innocently.

He approached.

She took a step back, and then turned and ran at full speed down the hallway.

Adam rushed to catch up. He was panting like a dog when he finally caught up to her.

The girl of his dreams waited for him. Standing just inside her bedroom.

At his approach, she again tried to shut the door in his face, but this time he would not be denied.

Adam kicked the door open, and then shoved her further back into the room.

Giggling nervously, she surrendered to him sitting down on the mattress.

“Take off your shirt,” she cried, letting her tongue drag across her lips.

Her wish was his command, and seconds later he stood bare chested before her.

But, she had a surprise waiting for him. And in the seconds that he had spent taking off his shirt, she had followed his lead, and now her breasts lay exposed to him.

Adam stood frozen, staring at her in open mouthed wonder. Her boobs were even better than he could have imagined.

“What,” she said, annoyed. The girl turned her head shyly away.

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted out.

“Whatever,” she scoffed, but tucked a few strands of her black hair behind an ear in a flirty gesture.

“You can...um...touch them if you want?”

He didn’t need to be told twice, and now reached out.

She whimpered, as his hands squeezed her breasts. Then tilting her head back, moaned, as he pinched her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

Her breasts felt soft but heavy, and her nipples were hard and sharp. He continued to fondle her, until she cut his fun short and pushed his hands away.

He had left her panting, and that made him swell with pride. But he also felt lightheaded. A combination of excitement and all his blood being called into service down below.

That’s why he was relieved when she patted the mattress next to her and told him to sit.

Things felt awkward now with both of them sitting on the bed half naked. Should he play with her tits again?

It was his dream girl who ultimately broke the awkwardness, when she kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head, and almost immediately she pressed her lips against his. Several more kisses followed.

Adam had a moment of panic hoping he was doing this right. He hadn’t kissed that many girls before, well except kissing his cousin Rachel once when they were both about thirteen just so they could satisfy their curiosity, and that kiss had been just as awkward as the ones he was dishing out now. It wasn’t like in the movies. Teresa’s kisses were eager, but clumsy and sloppy lacking any sort of finesse. Not that he was complaining.

She pulled back and gulped. But she stared at him. Her expression was both nervous and yet hungry.

Things moved fast now.

And both of them were still panting as her hand drifted toward his crotch.

He grunted, as her finger lightly stroked him through the fabric of his pants, reminding him just how big and hard his erection was.

“D-D-Does it hurt?” She asked innocently. “When it’s hard like this.”

He quickly nodded in answer.

Her face flushed red in response, as she turned her head away from him again, not able to look him in the eye.

She was so easily embarrassed, he thought, but that just made him want her more.

“Okay,” she said quietly. “Okay...um...take off your pants.”

He jumped up, and quickly stripped.

She, meanwhile, turned away, and reached for something on the bed.

Naked, Adam sat back down on the bed.

She met him there, holding the condom in her hand.

She had managed to get the wrapper open, but her hands shook as she tried to put it on him, and it fell to the floor.

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “I got it.”

Teresa nodded, and then got into bed, pulling the covers over her. Once her modesty was protected, she raised her hips, and slipped out of her skirt and underwear, kicking the garments further down the bed.

“I’m ready,” she whispered, as she lay back.

So was he, and Adam thank God he had been paying attention in health class, as he slipped the condom on like a glove.

He lifted the covers and got into the bed with her.

They were both panting again, out of breath with excitement.

Excitement turned to frustration, as he was having a hard time figuring out how to put it in.

“Down a bit,” she told him, but he could hear the annoyance in her voice. “It’s slipping up, you’re just rubbing it...”

She suddenly gasped, as his fingers probed, trying to find the way in.

“Right there! Right there!” she screamed as his forefinger poked at the soaking wet entrance.

He pulled back, and now aimed his stiff cock, then took the plunge.

They both cried out, as he sank deep inside of her.

The smell of iron filled the air, signaling the end of her innocence, and the sudden violation left both of them shaking.

Again, it wasn’t like in the movies, not even the more adult ones he had swiped, on a dare, from the video store’s backroom.

In the movies, fucking was an art. The men were strong and powerful. The women were eager and willing. And both sexes knew how to take the other to heights of bliss only dreamed about.

But, here in the bed, Adam found their bliss to be awkward and strange.

Teresa, wincing in pain, had tilted her head back, but her body wiggled underneath him.

For Adam, this intimate act felt a little like dying.

His heart raced, and he couldn’t catch his breath.

And she was tight, so tight, it felt like she was squeezing the life right out of him.

“Thrust,” she whimpered.

His mind reeled at the thought, but his body obey, as his hips began to buck, diving deep and then easing back, only to dive deep again.

“Faster,” she hissed, and he obeyed, quickening his pace.

It was starting to feel better, now that he was a more active participant in their shared sin, but the act itself still left him breathless.

She actually seemed to be getting more out of it than he was, as each thrust elicited a soft little cry from her thick lips.

She was still so tight, though, and he could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, ready to burst.

Teresa must have sensed this too, for now she wrapped her strong, athletic legs around his hips, locking him in place.

It ended with a loud grunt, as he came.

The climax left him feeling drained and lightheaded, and his body slumped on top of her.

She moaned underneath him, and her body too almost seemed to go numb.

They were both panting again, this time from exhaustion.

But it was only when he finally pulled out of her and rolled onto his back that he felt like he could breathe again.

The tightness of her still lingered, even as he cock began to shrink.

“It’ll be better next time,” she promised him, and then kissed him on the cheek.

He nodded, even though he felt sweaty and kind of gross. Still the promise of more sex made his cock stiffen a little.

But the growing erection reminded him that he was still wearing a condom, and the rubbery skin felt stifling.

He sat up and pulled the bedding away.

“What the fuck?” He screamed, as he looked down. The condom and most of his crotch were covered in blood.

Disgusted he pulled off the condom and flung it away into the mess of her room. The bare skin of his shaft lay exposed.

“What is it?” Teresa cried, sitting up and looking over his shoulder.

“Oh,” she said, laughing a little.

“It’s not funny,” Adam snapped, as he jumped out of bed.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Come back to bed. I told you I was a virgin.”

Despite her assures, he still felt complete and utterly grossed out by the bloody mess.

Teresa slipped her arms around his stomach, and now showered his back with kisses.

“We can take a shower together,” she offered. “I’ll get you nice and clean.”

The offer was a tempting one, and now he turned to face her again.

She kissed him on the mouth this time.

“I’ll can even finish you off with my mouth,” she said, sweetening the deal. “I know how to do that.”

Adam chuckled nervously, even as his cock grew rigid in want.

Still standing, Teresa laid her head on his bare chest. For his part, Adam embraced her, letting his fingers trace the small of her back.

“I just need you to stay with me for a little bit,” she whispered. “Especially after what we just did. I want to feel close to you.”

Adam silently nodded. That seemed only fair, plus if she was going to blow him, then maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to stick around.

“It will be better next time,” she said softly. “I promise.”

At this point, Adam was ready to agree to anything she said. But then he saw the blood.

The small pool of it that stained her white sheets.

His earlier revulsion returned with a vengeance, and now he pushed her back.

“I got to go,” he said, quickly gathering his clothes, and doing his best not to look her in the eye.

“What are you talking about,” she cried.

“I got to go,” he said, pulling up his pants.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” She screamed. “After what we just did!”

Dressed, he made a dash for the door, but she followed him out.

“So you’re just going to fuck me, and leave!” She screamed now.

Adam did not answer.

“Don’t you ever talk to me again!” Teresa cried. “You fucking asshole!”

The words followed him out the door, and by the time he stepped outside, Adam knew he that he completely fucked up a good thing.

INNOCENCE LOST

Cole lay in his bed, riffling through the pages of a coverless skin mag. He thought himself quite clever stealing it from the paper recycling bin behind the pharmacy. But the magazine really didn’t hold his interest. He liked the girls, he supposed, but it still felt weird to think about them in that way. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d thought girls were stupid, and annoying, but now as a young adult he couldn’t stop thinking about them. The erections now came frequently, and at the most embarrassing times, although he really wasn’t sure what to do about them at first, until the wet dreams started. He had no dad in his life to guide him through, only a mom who was a total bitch, and could care less about him. But he knew his place in the pecking order. Girls thought he was creepy, and he did his best to try and not stare at them. The only girl who paid any attention to him was his best and only friend Bernadette, and with her beach ball body she didn’t really look anything like the girls in the skin magazines. Cole sighed, bored and restless. He let the skin mag fall to the floor, reminding himself to hide it later before his mom came home. He lay back trying to work up the energy to call Bernadette to see if she wanted to hang out, but he just couldn’t even be fucked to make the effort. His life felt empty. In fact, life may be too strong of a word for how he lived. He had no life, only routine.

The phone rang down the hall waking him out of his funk.

Cole rushed down the hall, feeling strangely excited to find out who was calling. Only to be sorely disappointed when he heard his twin sister on the other line. He liked his sister well enough, but lately he had been having some very strange thoughts about her. His sister did actually look like those girls in the magazines, and more than once he caught himself staring at her a little too long, and then quickly looked away so she wouldn’t notice. God, when had he become such a perv?

Despite being fraternal twins, most of the time Teresa just ignored him, unless she wanted him to do something for her, like now. So, he unlocked the door and then went back to his room to wallow in self-pity.

But today she would not be ignored.

And when he heard the soft torturous cries spilling from her room to his, his ears perked up to listen. When her cries became louder and more frantic, he sat up.

The boy grunted loudly, and his sister soon followed with a breathy sigh. Signaled the end to their love making.

But then the shouting began, low and hushed at first, and then loud and angry after.

Cole went to the door of his room and opened it just a crack. His curiosity aroused about what would happen next.

The boy rushed out of the room and headed down the hall.

His sister followed, and Cole gasped at the sight.

She was naked, completely naked.

And from his vantage point, Cole could see blood trickling down from her soaking wet pussy as it beautifully traced the curves at the back of her thighs.

Cole laughed nervously to himself, and without thinking he reached into his shorts.

His mind raced, taunting him of all the things he wanted to do to her, starting with shoving her against the wall and taking her hard from behind. And there was something old and primarily about this crude act that excited him. It made him feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

Even as his sister began shouting at the boy, Cole continued to abuse himself.

He finished quickly, the impulsive act had left his body shaking, his breath heavy. Like dying a little, and now he laughed at death, as life reasserted itself. He was reborn.

Even after he heard Teresa stomp down the hall and slam the front door shut, the image of her naked body lingered in his mind.

Unknowingly she had ushered him into manhood, and for the first time in his life he felt at peace.

That is until his mother came home, and caught him with his pants down...

VIOLENT FANTASIES

With a fresh welt across his face, Cole wandered slowly down the street licking his wounds. That was not the first time his mother had come drunk and taken out all the bitterness of her life out on her son.

“You're just like dad,” the woman had screamed over and over again until her voice had become hoarse and raw.

It was such a daily occurrence, in fact, that Cole was pretty much used to it by now. The only thing that he never seemed to get used to was the sour sweet smell of booze on her breath. The smell of it always made his stomach turn.

With no destination in mind, he wandered aimlessly with only the moon above to light his way. Cole figured he’d give it a couple of hours, and then go home. By then his mom should be passed out on the couch.

Or better yet, a voice at the back of his mind told him now, maybe the bitch will just choke on her own vomit and die.

The morbid thought offered him some peace of mind, but now the cold October air nipped at his bare jacket-less arms making him wish he was back in his room.

“Bernadette,” he cried out.

Even though it was a little late in the evening, she’d probably let him sleep on her couch for a little bit. Bernadette lived with her cousin Felix. But Felix was a pretty cool dude, and never seemed to mind if Cole was hanging out around the house.

Cole turned in the opposite direction and started toward Bernadette's house.

But as he rounded the corner, Cole’s mind began to wander, and soon drifted towards the obscene.

Felix works nights as a security guard at the school, he thought. He wouldn’t be home until at least 5 or 6 in the morning. And Bernadette might be fat and plain looking, but she was still a girl and with a little convincing might be willing to...

Cole shook these thoughts away, ashamed he was thinking of his friend in that way. They had been friends since grade school, mostly out of desperation, because none of the other kids liked them at all, so they had kind of been pushed together. Still his true feelings weren’t easy to hide, and his growing erection spoke volumes about what he really wanted.

Suddenly, his body tensed. Somebody was following him. He’d been beaten up enough times growing up that he almost had a sixth sense about when someone wanted to mess him up.

He didn’t run, not yet. That would be showing fear and seeing him afraid was what his stalker wanted. But Cole did pick up his pace. There was a small woodland up ahead, where he and Bernadette liked to hang out. He knew the woods like his dick knew the palms of his hand. Cole liked to think his knowledge of the woods was because of his proud Native American Heritage. But that was bullshit since pretty much everyone who lived here in the village was Native. Still, Cole reasoned, that if he could make it to the woods, he should be able to easy navigate through it, and then he’d be home free.

But Cole was small for his age, and his step was short. He really didn’t have a chance.

“Fuck,” Cole said just under his breath, as the sound of heavy boots racing to catch up to him filled his ears.

Soon, he heard giggling behind him and then two voices.

They were getting closer.

“Hey freak!” One of them called out now. The voice was slightly muffled, but it was definitely feminine.

But what stopped him dead in his tracks, was the terrible sour sweet smell of booze that made his stomach turn.

“Mom,” he called out, as strong hands clasped his shoulder. In one quick motion he felt his feet lift off the ground, only to be violently thrown back onto the ground a few seconds later.

“Your mommy isn’t going to save your ass,” a voice cackled.

Two girls looked down at him. It wasn’t a pretty sight. He lifted his head up, but he already intimately knew who they were: Sam and Roberta. Technically, they were his “cousins” but that really didn’t mean much. After all, they all lived in a small Native American village in Alaska, where everyone was vaguely related to everyone else. Roberta and Sam were closer than most though, and had a sisterly bond: same mom, different dads.

“What the hell are you staring at, freak,” Sam snarled.

Cole quickly averted his eyes. He had been staring at her shirt. Across her flat chest were the words: MALE GAZE. But there was a circle with a line through the message, warning him away. Sam really didn’t have anything to worry about there. She wasn’t exactly anyone’s idea of a dream girl. Far from it. If anything, she served as a poster child for not in-breeding with your close relations. A little uncle and niece action, rumor has it, had produced this girl, who was ugly as sin. Not that uncommon in the village, as there wasn’t much to do except to get drunk and screw. But Sam as the Elders said, was touched in the head.

And that’s why Cole was practically shitting his pants, wondering what this crazy bitch was going to do.

They were older and bigger than him, and they had made his life miserable from the time he could walk.

Cole sighed, resigning himself to his fate.

“Oh my god,” Sam cried, her thin lips curling in disgust. “This little freak has a boner.”

Cole jumped startled when he heard Roberta laughing behind him. He had forgotten the other girl was even there. But that was the thing with Roberta; she just sort of faded into the background, and always just seemed to follow in her sister’s shadow.

“Look how excited he is,” Sam cackled. “Practically jumping, and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

“Don’t blow your load too soon,” Roberta cautioned behind him, pushing him down.

Funny thing was though, even though Roberta was a big girl, she was actually kind of attractive, and even dressing down in baggy clothes she couldn’t hide her shapely curves. And Cole’s mind picked an odd time to torment him with images of being on top of the big girl feeling her up.

“Thing of it is freako,” Sam snarled. “You want to hang out with us girls, then you’re going to have to lose the family jewels.”

A switch blade flashed, and Sam’s thin lips pulled back into an insane grin, as she held the knife out in front of her.

“What the fuck, Sam,” Roberta cried. “I thought we were just going to mess with him.”

“Shut up!” Sam screamed, and then advanced.

Cole struggled, trying to break free, even as Sam narrowed the gap between them.

“I’m doing you a favor,” Sam snarled, but her words came out in slurs, and again Cole was reminded of his mother. “It’s like not you’re going to need it, what girl is ever going to fuck you anyway?”

“What the fuck, Sam! What the fuck,” Roberta cried out again, but she still held Cole down.

“Shut up! Shut up!” Sam screamed in response. She was even closer now, almost close enough to touch.

But a voice at the back of his mind, reminded him that he had been ushered into manhood today, and all the anger, and resentment, and rage that he’d bottled now spilled out. He stopped struggling, and instead lashed out into one powerful kick.

Sam’ s knee bent back, causing her to fall face first onto the sidewalk.

“Get out of her, quick,” Roberta whispered into Cole’s ear, as she released her grip.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and he now scrambled to his feet.

Then he ran, ran towards the woods, slipped in-between the trees.

“I’ll kill you! You fucking bastard!” A crazed voice thundered into the night.

* * *

Cole had run into the woods blind, and somehow had gotten completely turned around. He was sure that he had taken the right path to Bernadette's house. But everything was so different in the dark.

He heard them, they weren’t hard to miss as their heavy boots stomped loudly through the woods, leaving a trail of broken branches in their wake.

Cole shivered, panic freezing him in place.

“I was only joking,” Sam called out. “God! I’m sorry alright! Just come out!”

Cole ducked behind a fallen tree and tried to make himself small. Tucked away, he lowered his head. She was lying, of course. Part of him wanted to give up and let her do it. Let her cut off his balls, and then let himself bleed to death alone in the woods. At least then he’d be put out of his misery. But another part of him now seethed with rage. He was so tired of being beaten down and picked on by everyone. He wanted to hurt them. Hurt them so much that they would even dream of lifting a finger against him again. Let someone else be afraid for a change.

His hands, so small, now balled into fists.

“I wish I were big. Big and strong, so no one would ever mess me again. After all the shit I’ve been through,” he cursed under his breath. “You owe me that much at least.”

“Fine!” Sam called out, almost in answer to his prayer. “Keep hiding you little shit! When I find you, I’m really going to make you suffer!”

All his rage, all his prayers amounted to nothing, Cole realized now. Nothing but empty words. And the revelation broke him. Still he began to sob. His face burning red with shame and embarrassment, as he cursed himself for being such a pussy and crying like a baby.

“You’d better get your ass over her,” Sam screamed. “If you don’t, I’ll go pay a visit to your little girlfriend and carve her fat ass up like a stuffed pig!”

“Hold on,” Cole called out. “I’m coming.”

Sam shrieked with triumphant laughter.

He rose to his feet, covered in leaves and dirt, and the back of his pants streaked with mud.

Great, he thought, something else they can laugh about.

“Don’t keep us waiting, sweetie,” Sam cooed. “This way, over here.”

He began to march toward the sound of her voice but stopped when he saw something strange out of the corner of his eye.

Just up ahead, he saw a house. A house so white that it glowed in the pale moonlight. Cole shook his head in disbelief. But it held him almost in a trance, and he couldn’t look away. It was beautiful.

“Where the fuck are you!” Sam roared.

But the cry fell on deaf ears, as Cole began walking toward the object of his desire. As he approached, Cole again began to get stiff and hard. He was pitching a tent as he stood inches away from the front door. Unlike the rest of the house, the door was a dark red. But shadows swarmed around the opening making it look dirty and obscene. And now the back of mind called up an image of his sister’s naked backside.

Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth, but his throat felt incredibly dry.

The door spread open at his approach, revealing nothing of the secrets inside, but inky blackness. But he paused on the doorstep. The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight on end. It felt like someone was watching him. And turning his head, Cole’s eyes darted toward the tree line. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like people were peering out at him from behind the trees.

A loud SNAP shook him back to reality, and now he saw Sam and Roberta stumbling out of the woods.

They hadn’t seen him yet, and he still had time to hide. The obvious place was of course right in front of him. He should dash into the dark house and close the door behind him. Cole shook his head. Too obvious, he thought. His survival instincts were finally kicking in, and now he jumped from the porch and ran behind the house, hoping he could escape into the woods from the other side. His hopes were soon dashed, as a large steep hill lay between him and the woods, cutting him off his escape. He was trapped. The only way out was to run back around to the front and go back the way he came.

“You saw him, right?” Sam snarled.

Cole listened.

“Come on Sam,” Roberta pleaded. “You’re drunk. Let’s just go home, so you can sleep it off.”

“Quit being such a wuss,” Sam growled in a hushed whisper.

Sam sighed, heavily, and laughed nervously. “Oh god,” she said now, her voice shaking. “I’m so fucking wet. All you have to do is hold him down, while I do the deed. And when it’s over, I want you to finger my fucking brains out…”

“W-w-we shouldn’t do that Sam,” Roberta stammered weakly. “It’s wrong, we shouldn’t have done it that one time.”

“Jesus Christ, Roberta,” Sam shrieked. “Grow a fucking pair and stop throwing that Catholic bullshit in my face. Do you really think we’re going to burn in hell after…”

Sam let out an ear-piercing scream. But that scream was cut short, as Cole heard a door bang shut.

Throwing caution to the wind, Cole ran to the front of the house.

He found Roberta huddled in the corner of the porch shaking.

“There’s something in the house,” she cried.

Cole rushed to the girl's side, but nearly retched. Roberta had pissed her pants and the smell and warmth of it filled him with absolute disgust.

“Yellow eyes,” Roberta sobbed, pointing a shaking finger at the door. “The thing that took Sam, it had yellow eyes.”

Roberta turned her face away, trying to hide with it, but Cole saw her face burning a beat red.

“And it filled my mind with such dirty thoughts.”

Cole reached out, touching her shoulder, but she quickly flinched at his touch. Shaking her head.

It was terrifying to see this big girl cowering in fear. More frightening was when she began to laugh. A low, shaky laugh.

“And I liked it, oh Dear Jesus and Mother Mary, I liked it. All those unspeakable things that I could only dream about, but never dare to say out loud…”

The big girl suddenly snapped her head in his direction, but her eyes lowered, until her gaze held tight on his crotch.

Roberta licked her lips, and now arched her back while at the same time pushed her chest forward.

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