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Hey /elit/, been awhile! Rin here.
In case you blocked me out of your subconscious, I'm the author of "The Magic Touch" (something I'm proud to say), and it's sequel (which I'm not).
This is the first of four stories that each have about one or two chapters in varying degrees of completion. I didn't want to rush into anything, (see, MT2). Each of these stories bring something different to the table.
This story is more of an exercise in writing from different POVs, as well as having a "down to earth" type story.. well, as down to earth as /elit/ can be.
PLEASE. Leave your comments about the chapter! I've got a bit of the second one in a rough-draft, but it needs a bit of work. Meanwhile, I have one chapter a piece of three other stories; two of which are my "safe zone" works, supernatural, with protagonists with powers and such.
Of course I wanted to write something different, so like I said, LEAVE YOUR THOUGHTS.
Guessing you're Rin
But you take your time. I've always been a "quality over quantity" guy myself.
I have my thing for supernatural. Actually, I prefer it. But I also like the "real world" vibe of this piece; like it could actually happen. I want to see where these characters go - except for maybe Kelly's (ex?)boy. He can never show up again for all I care, just because his character felt dead - and not in an "edgy" or good way.
I want to know what happens to Josh, Kelly, Allie and Alyssa (you certainly know how to keep a gender ratio 3:1).
Hope the doctors are making progress.
In a mostly unrelated note, I didn't really have any complaints about MT2 - except maybe that you might have been posting continuations before you were ready. I feel like had you posted MT2 first, then posted MT1 later (as a prequel/creation story), people would have had the same complaints about MT1 as they did about MT2. 'It's *different*!", "I like the old Jeff better", etc.
They came to expect something, then the characters grew and the readers weren't satisfied because "I think they should have done this"
Had MT1 been a prequel, people would have complained about Jeff being whiny in the beginning, and spoiled through the rest - because they liked the more mature, yet cocky Jeff of MT2.
But that's just my own two cents
I appreciate the two cents! I think I really, really jumped the gun on MT2. I was high on success and didn't have a real solid game plan ready, while MT1 was planned out (mostly!) beginning to end.
This story is so easy for me to write, because I love the story, it's something everyone can relate to. When I can write, that is.
I'm sorry it's taking so long to write. Like I've said- I'll never abandon a story, but due to my condition I'm really struggling to do much of anything. They're refusing to increase my morphine dose, so now that I'm tolerant to the medication all the pain is leaking through, and that's making life real shit. They changed the maximum dosage of 20mg/d to 10, because of new studies that show an increase of neurological decay with higher doses of opiates.
I should hear something this week about cycling my pain medication.
I've got six pages done in Word, I feel I'm almost done with the chapter. Just hang on a bit longer, and you will have your delicious fap material.
Chapter will be up tomorrow. Haven't heard anything about new pain medication, haven't been feeling too good. Had to re-work a lot of what I had written.
Chapter 3 – Come Clarity
I was enveloped in an ocean of darkness.
Not the safe darkness that is night; this was somehow an evil, living darkness, having a physical quality to it. Walking forward was a hassle; the dark haze pushed against and down upon me. I was Atlas, holding the world. The immense pressure made it hard to breathe, and I was met with resistance as I walked. Layers upon layers of sounds drilled into my head, adding to the overall pressure. There was a background track playing, while voices clashed against each other. As the song played, I trudged onward. Words kept circling in my head.
“You’re not my mom!”
My life suffocates//planting the seeds of hate//
“Let’s figure out a way around your mom”
I’ve loved turned to hate//trapped far beyond my fate//
“You’ve got to say something!”
I give, you take this life that I forsake//
“Josh, you are so cool, thanks SO much for hacking the password on my computer.”
been cheated of my youth// you turned this lie to truth//
“Remember Josh… always keep a level head, and keep those you love close to you, that means friends, family, and yes even your Mom. People will lie to you, people will cheat you, use you. But if you keep your loved ones close, for every person that brings you down you’ll have so many people to bring you back up”
Anger, Misery, You’ll suffer unto me//
All those were memories, some new, some old. I continued to push, with no end in sight, for what purpose I didn’t know; I just kept resisting, refusing to give up, while the soundtrack of music and voices scratched at the back of my head.
But eventually, what seemed like hours went by, and there seemed to be dawn. The darkness began to grey, until finally a bright light illuminated the barren wastes I had been roaming. I looked up, and it had the form of a person, with a lithe frame, made up of pure light. The figure flew down from the sky; the soundtrack died from my head and I only heard one single line of new dialog.
“JOSH! OH GOD, YOU’RE OK!”
While I wasn’t old enough for a permit, I didn’t trust my step-dad enough to drive, from the blank expression on his face, the lack of movement, and a stream of tears coming from seemingly nowhere. Besides, Josh had taken me driving in his piece of shit car, so I knew the basics.
Josh… God, why did I care so much? Why did my heart hurt so badly? Yes, he was family, but then again, we got word from the hospital that he wasn’t in any life threatening condition. So if he wasn’t in any danger, if he was truly safe, why did it hurt so badly?
I heard a small sound from my right. “Watch your speed” Russell choked out, barely audible.
I was doing 90 mph without realizing it. With a sigh, I lowered it down to a more realistic 75. If Russell had any other complaints, he didn’t say a word. It was an awkward drive, to say the least. I wanted to turn the radio on to fill the void in the car, but that would have been rude.
A simple twenty minute drive seemed like hours.
“If Josh was awake, he wouldn’t want you here! No one wants you here! Go away you whore!”
“I’m being detained by the police, you stupid cunt! They want to question me when his dad gets here. You’re the one who needs to leave… you have no ties to him. If I remember correctly, you dumped him. So I doubt he wants to see YOU when he wakes up! Go ahead, Skedaddle you.”
“I can add two and two together! I know what you guys were going to do!”
I pressed my hand to my forehead, shaking slowly. I looked over, expecting Russell to have the same reaction, but instead I found his hands in tight fists and his face burning red. I put a hand on his arm. He looked over. “I’ll take care of it. Level headed, remember?”
He sighed, relaxing his hands, bringing them up to his forehead, massaging his temple. “Yeah… it’s so stupid, arguing over something like that in the condition he’s in. I’m going to find the doctor. You… defuse the situation.” He gave a weak smile. “You’re getting a bit better at this keeping your temper thing.”
I smiled back. “One of us has to be on top of things here.”
With my stepfather walking off to the nurses’ station, I sighed inward. Being patient wasn’t one of my strong points, but for right now my stepdad and brother needed me. I needed to bring these bitches down without resorting to their level.
Taking a single step into the room, I had to stop and sigh. Josh’s ex, Alyssa was bent down, staring into the face of his coworker, Allie. Allie was handcuffed to the chair; it was obvious she couldn’t go anywhere. I shook my head; why even fight about it?
I knocked on the door. “Hello, I’m guessing you’re…” I pointed at Alyssa “the ex and you…” pointing at Allie, I finished with “the coworker.” I looked at the bitter stares I was getting; I took a deep breath, counted to three in my head, and continued. “Now then, I’m the stepsister, Kelly. Now that we’re introduced, you guys need to calm down.”
Alyssa turned, stomping towards me “What gives you the…”
“STOP!” I yelled. I took another deep breath; I had to do this calmly. “Josh’s dad, Russell, is right outside. He is a goddamn wreck. Listening to the two of you fighting…” Allie made a move to say something, so I cut her off before she could speak. “I don’t care whose fault it is, I don’t care the reasons. I want my brother to be ok, and I want my stepdad to be able to take care of my brother without the two of you going at it. Fight over him later, this is a goddamn hospital for Christ’s sake!”
I didn’t even hear Russell come up behind me, but I felt his hand on my shoulder. “No need to bring Jesus into this, but well done.”
I stepped aside so that the train of three people could enter the room. A uniformed, balding police officer followed behind my stepdad and the doctor; a pudgy, overweight man in a white coat, a toupee adorning his head. The police officer looked over my way. “It’s a bit crowded in here, would you like anyone to leave, Mr. Davis?”
Russell shook his head. “Everyone here cares about the well being of my son. If it’s alright with the doctor, we can begin.”
The doctor shrugged; it had been a long night, a room full of people was the least of his worries. “Well, he isn’t in any immediate danger. He was sedated earlier, hence the reason he’s out cold now. The sedation should wear off shortly, and he should be waking up within the next hour or so.”
While Russell began talking, I moved over and sat in the bed, my hand resting on his arm. “All I’ve heard is that he’s in stable condition. What happened?”
The police officer spoke. “Well sir, you’re son found your ex-wife hung from a chandelier at around twelve thirty this afternoon. Pinned to her shirt was a regular sheet of printer paper with the words ‘Not your mom’ written on it.” He looked over at Allie. “Please tell Mr. Davis what you told me.”
“Well, right before closing, Josh’s mom called. We had been talking about a previous conversation that he and Alyssa had, that she was basically walking all over him.” She sighed, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. “I told him… he should say something. I’m guessing she did.”
Alyssa broke in. “The night before, we were swimming in the pool. She came home and grounded him because I was over and we… well we were skinny dipping.” My face skewed up, but I wasn’t facing her. “The next day, I broke up with him. I couldn’t stand the constant abuse she was inflicting.”
The police officer looked at Alyssa. “What abuse was that?”
I zoned out. I already knew; Josh complained about his mom every chance he got. Ever since she left Russell, she’s made Josh take care of everything his dad was taking care of; finances, chores, everything. It’d been going on for a good three years.
Instead of listening, I took my free hand and idly stroked his bangs. No one was paying any bit of attention to me. I leaned down, and whispered in his ear, “I love you. Come back to me.”
I honestly don’t know where it came from. Too many Disney movies where the princess is awoken from a kiss? Besides, I’ve established that I don’t LOVE him like that… and then I noticed my hand on his wrist, and took it away, my face red.
I noticed the doctor was talking, so I turned and listened back in. “Well, our main worry is his mental state when he recovers from the sedation. Seeing a traumatic experience like that can easily trigger post-traumatic stress disorder.”
“I thought that was the condition war vets go through?” I asked, finally contributing to the conversation.
“It is. The body adapts to situations differently, but traumatic events affect everyone. When he wakes up, there is going to be some kind of changes within him.” He looked at the two girls. “He could run the gauntlet of being grief-stricken and depressed, anxious, guilty, angry, or maybe just zoned out. He’s going to need a clean environment, without stress, if he’s going to recover. You’re going to have to give him distance.”
Russell nodded, blankly. “Girls, I know you both care for Josh, but you heard the doctor. I’ll have someone call every week or so and let you know how he’s feeling. If I think he can handle it, I’ll allow a short visit, but you have to be civil. Now, if you don’t mind, we have to discuss his treatment.”
Alyssa nodded, walking over and kissing him on the forehead. The officer had already taken the handcuffs off Allie, so she rubbed his leg as they walked out of the room.
As soon as the doctors walked out of the room, Russell sighed and brought both hands up to his eyes, briefly covering them before rubbing his face and releasing his hands. “I really have no idea what to do, doctor. How do we keep him stress free?”
“Well, he needs to be removed from school. He probably won’t be able to handle social interactions very well, and the very mention of your ex-wife will probably trigger a flash back of some kind. He needs to be distracted, engaged in the things he loves, and his mind kept away from the things that could trigger grief.”
Russell looked down. “We might have to keep him in some kind of long-term health care facility… there’s no way we can keep him…”
I perked up. I knew that Josh wouldn’t want something like that, and I wanted to step up to the plate. I knew I could help. “I’ve got an idea. We could partition a second room down in the basement. I know a lot of the things he enjoys; movies, Japanese anime, video games, music, all that geeky stuff. If he lives downstairs with me, I can keep him entertained, keep him distracted.”
My step-father looked over to the doctor. “Would something like that work?”
The doctor looked over me, as if he was dissecting me. “As long as she doesn’t bring up any mention of his mother, and is by his side constantly, then I don’t see any reason why it can’t. But there’s no way you guys can keep him occupied twenty-four seven, so I’ll prescribe some sleeping agents…”
I felt his arm twitch. I looked over; his eyes were twitching, straining to open. They slowly started to open, and as they did the deep pressure that had been on my heart since I’d seen Russell at my door dissolved at once. I jumped forward, wrapping my arms around him, almost screaming “Oh god, Josh! You’re ok!”
It took at bit of doing, but my ‘living room’ turned out to be our ‘common area’, with one back corner, that was mostly empty sans some boxes, partitioned off with some curtains hanging from the ceiling. To keep the memories from his old house away, we got him a new bed and new dressers; everything else I was willing to share.
I told my family, including myself, it was all for him, to help him get better.
But I couldn’t fool myself.
Jeff and I sat on the couch in front of my 42” TV, sitting on opposite ends from each other. I had switched into comfortable, loose and baggy clothes; some sweatpants, a sports bra and t-shirt, my blonde hair thrown into a ponytail. While Josh had slept for a bit, I made sure I stayed up to watch over him; luckily my fridge was stocked with red bulls and monsters.
Awake, we found ourselves in front of the TV, and I had brought Netflix up. I looked over to him, observing. So far as I could tell, there was no anger, depression; he did seem a bit withdrawn, but that’s why I was there; I needed to distract him. It was time to bite the bullet.
“So… anime? What’s a good one to start out with?”
He looked over at me, a thin line across his face, and a light twinkle from his eyes. “I dunno. You might enjoy Death Note.”
And with that, we were watching an anime. While Josh had previously tried to get me to watch it before, it seemed silly, even a bit dorky; but I was interested, and it was something Josh had enjoyed, so it was something to keep him busy. But as we got a couple episodes in, I began to enjoy it. I looked over, and found him with his arm propped up, engaged in the show. He still looked like… well, like the lights were on, but no one was home kind of deal, but the lights were brighter.
What a dumb metaphor. If Josh heard that, he would have laughed, and then scolded me.
I sighed. I figured this was going to be easy, but I was starting to have doubts. After a few minutes, I looked back over; he hadn’t moved. “You were right, this is a pretty good show!”
He looked over, a puzzled look on his face; like he forgot that I was even there. It lasted a few moments, and then he smiled. “You got to trust me every once and awhile. As soon as I get a hold of my computer, we’re watching the episodes subtitled.”
I faked groaned. “Is there really that much of a difference?”
He laughed, and he reminded me so much like his dad. “Most of the time, yeah. Death Note is alright, but some of the series that they dub, all the characters lack any emotion. Its like, ‘Oh, no, a zombie! It’s going to eat me!’” He spoke the last part in a dry, Ben Stein type voice. “So… Kira or L?”
He continued the conversation on his own; I was guessing that was a good thing. “Well… Kira, of course. He’s got a point; the world is just full of trash that just needs to be dumped.”
He laughed some. “I guess that’s a way to put it.” He shook his head. “You’ve been spending way too much time around me. I’ve rubbed off on you”
I grinned at him, a small blush forming on my face. “Oh, you’re full of it. It’s probably more your dad. He’s…” I was going to say that he inherited the teachings from his dad, but that might have brought up what he might have learned from his mom, so I quickly backtracked. “I mean, I’ve been around him a whole lot more than you.” I still smiled, but it was a bit shaky.
Quick to change to discussion, I looked at the clock, deciding we had enough time for three or four more episodes before dinner, depending on who was cooking and when they got home. I closed out of Death Note, and started browsing through the anime section, landing on High School of the Dead.
“Huh… sounds fun. High school students fight Zombies with homemade weapons? Sounds like the perfect survival video to keep us safe from the end of the world.”
His smile faded a bit. “Well, I dunno if you’ll like this one as much…”
I shrugged. “Might as well give it a shot.”
He shook his head. “You really, really won’t like it”
I laughed. “What’s so wrong about it? It sounds fun. You and I both know I love zombie flicks.” I know, it makes me sound like a tomboy a bit, but I had an odd love for ‘The Walking Dead.’ It sounded like a less serious zombie show, so it was cool with me.
The show started, and yes, there were zombies… but then there were boobs jiggling unrealistically, up skirt shots, and as the theme music played, sexy poses, ripped and see through shirts, more panty shots… wow, nothing like ‘The Walking Dead.’
The only comment he made, was a few minutes later, when he nervously laughed. “Yeah, see, here’s a bad dub. See how everyone has NO personality whatsoever?” He said as the main character stood on a staircase, mumbling ‘cross my heart and hope to die, huh?’ with no emotion whatsoever.
I nodded. “I see you’re point.”
Throughout the episode, more and more unrealistic breast jiggling, a girls skirt flying up and seeing her full underwear, unrealistic breast sizes.
The ending credits began scrolling on the screen. I was watching the entire time, so absorbed in something so ridiculous, that I didn’t notice Josh watching me. I turned over, and he shook his head. “Pretty bad, right?”
I laughed. “It’s pretty bad, yeah, but funny bad. It’s the perfect show for you men. You get zombie killing, bad acting, and these.” I grabbed my breasts with both hands and lifted them, dropping them. He laughed, but I saw him squirm on the couch.
That squirm made me feel good, to know that me doing that, had more affect than that entire episode full of panty shots and over-sexulization. I decided to play it up a bit more. Hell, THAT would give him something to think about later on before he slept.
I stood up from the couch, and faked a fall on the ground, over-exaggerating and bouncing a bit while on the floor, letting the loose fitting bra bounce my breasts up and down; it was easy for them to bounce like the show, them being natural, small C’s in a sports bra. “Oh no, I’m the generic girl who can’t take care of herself! I need a man to save me, but don’t stare up my skirt!”
I was happy to find that Josh was in a much better mood. His face was lit up, a large grin on his face. He stood quickly from the couch, holding out his arms, playing along with the fake scenario. “Urrrg… boobies!” He took a step forward, kind of lurching.
We started laughing at the same time as he took another exaggerated step. My face was red from laughing so hard, and so was his. And then I took the joke too far.
“Ahh! Pervert Zombie!” I yelled, kicking out with my feet. I meant to barely move, but still laughing as hard as I was, I over extended my leg, kicking Josh right in the knee and sending him to the ground.
As cheesy as it sounds, he fell right on top of me. His arms sent out to keep himself from collapsing on me, but our faces were close, only inches away, and his hip landed on my leg. The laughter died away from both of us; I could feel something pressing against my leg, obviously coming from him.
Thoughts ran a hundred miles an hour through my head. Some urging me to ‘seal the deal.’ Some warning me, that this was incest, that it was wrong. I was expecting the stereotypical angel and devil to pop up on my shoulders, and they would argue that we’re not blood relatives, so it’s not incest, but we share a family so maybe it is?
But I was shocked to find that he made the move. He leaned forward and brought his lips to mine, and I felt joy. Somewhere, my heart unlocked, my hidden desire fulfilled. I didn’t resist, but I knew I needed to. He wasn’t in his right mind, and he wouldn’t be able to handle the complications of making out with his sister. Even with a straight head, I was already wondering how this was going to work out.
But instead my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him on top of me. He collapsed on top of me, our mouths still connected. My lips parted and his tongue entered; my hand ran down his back as our tongues began to caress each other. His hand found my head, running it through my blonde hair, pushing my head into the kiss.
We went into it harder. My arm around him grabbed at his shirt, while my other hand snaked down and on instinct grabbed his cock, which had been poking me in the thigh through his own sweatpants. I wasn’t thinking, going on instinct. He moaned hard, against my lips. He used his free hand to push slightly away. “Are you sure?” was all he asked; in my mind, those three words spoke volumes. Am I sure that I want to destroy the boundary of brother and sister, to become lovers.
I answered by grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him down, his lips meeting mine again, while we both fumbled around for each other’s private areas. Finally, he broke the kiss; an annoying habit, I was beginning to think, but he pulled me up to my feet, and practically dragged me over to his bed.
He had a point; we had no room to mess around on the floor between the couch and entertainment stand. I turned on the ball of my foot, my back to him, and my hands finding the hem of my sweatpants. I bent forward, and slowly pulled my pants down, showing off my ass, covered in black boy shorts.
I stood up, looked back, and said “whoops.”
Watching High School of the Dead made me realize how horny I was. I couldn’t remember when the last time I got lucky or even used my own hands. When Kelly bounced her breasts up and down, I realized it had been a long time; my dick was at full mast. Not wanting my sister to see my giant hard on, I moved slightly in my chair. Since she was younger than me, I was hoping she wouldn’t realize what was going on.
Then she fell on the floor, and her massive breasts bounced up and down. I couldn’t stop staring at them; I felt fucking terrible, staring at my sister’s chest. To push the thoughts from my mind, I stood, my arms out, acting a fool. “Urrg… Boobies!”
Boobies? That’s not what zombies say…
And then I fell, my arms barely saving me from hitting the floor. My neck kind of whiplashed and I looked down.
Of course it wasn’t my sister. I didn’t know what was going on why I was fantasizing about my sister, but Alyssa looked up at me. The way I was positioned was uncomfortable, and I’m sure she could have noticed my cock pressing against her leg, but she didn’t say anything. Hopefully, this would be the time that we finally ‘do the deed.’
To push her, I leaned down, kissing her. Luckily, she kissed in return, pulling me on top of her. My dick was poking into her hip, and I wrapped my hand through her hair. She fumbled at my dick… wait, really? We needed more room. There’s no way I’m doing anything in this confined space. But I had to be the good boyfriend. “Are you sure?” She grabbed me, pulling me down, kissing me again. That answers that.
I got up, helping her up, pulling her close to the bed. She must have been nervous; I heard a very, very faint “whoops…” almost as a whisper on an unknown wind, as she stood with her back to me. I came up behind her, my arms wrapping around her in part comfort, in part to relax her sexually. My hand moved up her body, caressing at her breast… huh, it seemed smaller than I thought they were.
My other hand moved downward to unbutton her jeans, but when my hand ran over her belly, all I felt was the fabric of her panties… weird again; she must have taken them off on her own while I was trying to wrap my arms around her. My hand pushed her panties to the side, a finger slipping into her crotch. It was slick with her juices; she was horny as hell.
“I bet you’ve been like this every time we’ve kissed. I don’t know how you’ve dealt with it time and time again…” My mouth was at her ear. “Did you go home each time, fingering yourself, wishing you’d let me do it”
It must have been the lust, but I barely heard “What are you talking… abou...t”, once again it seemed to come from a mile away, delivered on some unseen wind. My head dipped down, kissing at her neck, kissing back up, biting at her ear. I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, it getting wetter.
I grinned some; I made her cum with my fingers and my mouth.
She walked over to the bed, hopping up on it, crawling up, and laying on her back. I got my first taste of her naked frame, and it was sexy as hell. I climbed up, kissing along her legs, until I got up to her hips. “You don’t have to keep taking care of me”, the voice said, more solid.
I buried my tongue into her. Her back arched, I heard a moan. My hands grabbed at her hips, and I moved to dig deeper, alternating from probing her, to massaging her clit. Soon her legs were around my hips as she moaned more, getting louder and louder.
I looked up, about to tell her off; we were in my tiny room, with tiny thick walls. My mom may have been asleep, but she’s a light sleep…
A flood of memories came rushing toward me. I stopped eating her out, looking up; I saw Kelly, her legs open; a look of concern on her face.
Finally, everything he had said during made sense. He had some kind of flashback, and he just broke out of it. He was looking up at me, tears in his eyes. Was he crying because he did those things with me?
As quick as I could, I threw my pants back on, and laid him down on the bed, my arms around his body. “Shhhh… I’m sorry for forcing that on you…”
But he didn’t hear me. His hand clawed into my arm, and he kept mumbling “I killed her, Kelly. I killed her.”
I let him cry. His nails dug into my arm, enough to draw blood. The doctor told us to expect flashbacks, expect depression, tears, especially since Josh hadn’t properly grieved for his mother yet.
So I kept my arms around him, letting the blood trickle down my arm. I was crying, not because of the blood or the pain, I was crying because of what she did to him; she had him wrapped up around her little finger, and he was grieving for someone who did this damage to him.
So I held on, and let him grieve. I grabbed a remote, my IPod dock kicking on, the sound of metal filling the room.
(Whispers) I hear your // (Poison) Flows in me// Lost inside you // I’m not free of you // break my bonds again
Songs copyright their original owners;
Harvester of Sorrow – Metallica
(Whispers) I hear your – All That Remains
Once again; sorry it took so long to get this out. My birthday came around; Couldn't really celebrate due to drugs/heat/pain.
It's bad when you're the only sober one at your own party.
Got a Dr appointment Friday, I doubt I'll get anything out of them but we'll see.
Enough bitching. This chapter was plot heavy, but I tried fixing that with a decent amount of sex. The story is going to get more sex heavy and less plot heavy... but there's still more plot to come.
Happy birthday man!
(in the professor's voice:)
GOOD NEWS EVERYONE.
I'm going to be upgraded to a new painkiller, which means that I'll be in less/no pain, therefore able to write a whole lot more!
Tthe drug is called fentanyl- it's a drug they give to terminal cancer patients, and to suffers of chronic pain who are tolerant to other opiates; apparently it is 50-100 times more stronger than morphine.
It'll be the first week of September before I switch to the new meds, so until then expect the pace I've been at; afterwords, expect more chapters and at a more consistent rate.
Next chapter of Ultimatum is about %20 done.
Can we also expect at 50x the brilliance too?
I have this theory that the brilliance of your work has a direct correlation to the effectiveness of your pain meds.
I jest, of course.
Sweet baby fucking christ! You've made me want to step my game of Rin. Writing wise, I adore you (no homo) and I feel like I've held myself back but what's the point. I pray you get better and god forbid you stop writing. It'll be a sad day indeed!
*up. I meant up. I wish we could talk. God, we're both being put through the ringer, lol
Well thanks for the encouragement! I don't plan on ever ceasing to write. One day I'd like to publish an actual novel of some kind. Seems like the sort of thing I could do to sustain myself, but I need to get better at it. Can't live off the government the rest my life, however short or long it is.
I think so, as well, honestly. Ideas pop in my head when I'm drugged, and I'm in less pain. Sometimes there's pretty bad grammatical or spelling mistakes, but I feel a better product comes out when I'm high as hell (not really, I barely feel the medication.. well I might with this new stuff)
Expect a chapter no later than Sunday for Ultimatum. Should be sooner than that, but I've been sleeping weird hours so who knows.
Chapter is about 40% done, but I know at this rate I'm going to have to go through and edit the shit out of it. I really, really can't wait to get this new medicine in me. It's getting to the point where it's hard to get out of bed. I'm doing little more than sleeping.
I'm also, next week, going to try to get into contact with some doctors in town. They've developed a way to use Deep Brain Stimulation to alter the brain into changing it's behavior. So far, it's FDA approved for Parkinson; in a large number of patients, the hand tremors completely went away. I had a neurosurgeon tell me that, while not FDA approved, they can do something similar and blocked the pain receptors around my leg, and I wouldn't need drugs anymore.
Because at this rate, I'll run out THIS drug, and there's only one other one above it but the Dr doesn't put anyone on it. So...
Urg. Sorry, been rough couple of days. I'll get this chapter up asap, though I'll make sure to edit it properly. When I updated Ultimatum last, there were mistakes galore...
Fuck, this month has been pretty bad.
I'm about 60% done with the next chapter (including editing). The problem is I've been distracted. One of my cats has been real sick, and finally we had to put her to sleep a few days ago.
I've had Abby for fifteen years. It's hard losing someone who's been in your life that long, the little things that aggravated you before you miss.
At this rate, I hope like hell I get the chapter done before the drug increase, just incase something goes wrong; they've told me either everything goes ok, or my body rejects the drug change and I either under dose, leading to withdrawal, or I overdose. Fun! If either of those two things happen, I may be out of it for a month.
The nurse isn't much of a re-assurance. "Oh, we do the math so that we know how much of the drug to give you that's an equalivant to your previous. But the body does weird things and oftentimes it's either too much or too little"
I'm getting back to writing now!
Well fuck me. Rin, man, I don't know what to say. You've dealt with so much shit over the last year or so, and now this? Fuck, man. Life's a bitch. I know how it feels to lose a long-time companion like that. I'm sorry for your loss.
Best story that's been on elit in a long while Rin, it's a breath of fresh air. I love how grounded and realistic this story is, and it's almost never seen here. Please keep writing.
Thanks. That cat shed so much that I had to lint roll every piece of clothing I was wearing every day if I went out anywhere. was worth it, that cat was adorable.
Thanks for the compliment. If only I could write faster, it may have been done and posted by now.
I'm pretty good now, and it's been an ok week. I've got a couple pages to finish up, and finish editing... theres no way I'm posting a chapter again without looking over it again. There were SO many problems with the last chapter of Ultimatum that it took me 20 minutes to fix everything and re-post it.
tl;dr, expect an update tomorrow, monday at the very latest.
Chapter Four- Black Clouds
While Josh was allowed to stay at home and skip school, I wasn’t given the option (though the earlier groundings and after-school detentions were revoked because of the situation). I had to get some sleep before school, especially since I hadn’t slept earlier and I was quite emotionally drained. And while it may have been only about seven, I was looking forward to a long, peaceful night of sleep.
My arm had become bruised, dark in some spots and lighter in others. It didn’t hurt while his nails dug into my skin, but now it had a numb, throbbing feeling to it; I still didn’t mind. What I did mind, however, were the still conflicting emotions in my mind. At this point, I think I need to accept the fact that some part of me loves him, but some part of me knows it’s wrong. Not just the step-sibling stuff, but the fact that he had a girlfriend, even if she was an ex, and a girl who was obviously in love with him as well.
I decided that I’d bury my feelings for him, and back off.
Nothing else had happen so far, other than a change of location. We moved back to the couch after his initial breakdown. My iPod dock was still playing, but right now the music was just background noise. My arm was around his neck, and his head was laying on my shoulder, but that’s as close as we got. No words passed between us; we were both silent, watching American Idol. While I might be a tomboy in some aspects, I am a girl at heart. I know if Josh was of sound mind, he’d probably point out this fact, but of course he wasn’t.
He was zoned out again, and I left him there, for now. I needed to talk to his dad, see what how he wanted to approach the situation… minus the sexual encounter, of course. Hopefully Josh has enough sense in his PTSD that he can roll with a lie or two.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn’t notice the snoring… and oh boy, the drool massing on my shoulder. I chuckled slightly, pulling my phone out and taking a picture. One day, when his mind is sounder, I’ll show him this and he’ll laugh his ass off. Just as I took the picture, Russell came around. I guess between the sound of the music and the TV, I didn’t hear him.
“That is pretty funny. Enjoying the bath?” Russell said, a bit loud. Then again, with all the noise, Josh didn’t even stir.
I smiled slightly. “I figured there’d be a time we could show him and he’d get a kick out of it. Listen, we need to talk. We were watching a show, and everything was going ok. He looked a bit detached, but he was fine… but then I engaged him in conversation about the show we were watching, and he seemed to brighten up.”
I sighed. I hated lying, but how could I tell Russell that his son had his fingers and tongue in his step-daughter? Thankfully, I was a skilled liar.
“I see a ‘but’ coming up.” Russell said, frowning.
“Well, for a bit, everything was fine. He seemed like his old self… until he zoned out. He thought I was Alyssa, and for some reason he thought he was back at his old house. He said that ‘I’ shouldn’t be here, and with all the noise his mom would be sure to hear…. Then he realized what had said and where he really was and what had happened and he just started crying his eyes out. I held onto him, hugging him, his arm dug into mine, and he cried and cried and cried, and the only thing he said was ‘I killed her, Kelly. I killed her.’”
Russell sighed. “Well, it seems like we’re making some progress. We got him to grieve, although none of this is obviously his fault. I’ll have a talk with him before going to work or after. You have a game tomorrow, right?”
I nodded. I played on my both my school’s varsity and junior varsity volleyball team, which sometimes was a big time crunch. I was considering quitting for the sake of Josh’s health, but Russell told me he should be there for his son as well, and that my mom said she’d try to help as well. I didn’t hear anything about my brother, though. Of course he’d be selfish.
“Well, then I’ll take care of him tomorrow. That means I won’t be at your game and you’ll need to find a ride home. That ok?”
“Cool. Let’s get him up and eat some dinner, just to knock him back out.” Russell said, a sigh coming out of his lips, a frown forming after the exhale.
I groaned. Rolled over on my left side; after a little bit, I rolled back over on my back. I tried my right side, and the clock beamed in my direction: 12:45. Great, only five hours and fifteen minutes before I have to get up to get ready for school. Sighing, I tried rolling over on my stomach; not only was it uncomfortable, but it aggravates the problem at hand: I’m still as horny as I was around this time last night. While there was that brief… session, it didn’t really sustain me.
For hours now, I’ve been tossing and turning, trying to ignore my urges earlier, that have been building by a lack of release over a period of days; not only did I have Josh to worry about last night, but during the day I had that idiot who left me high and dry… well, mostly dry. Then I had a friend stay the night…
It would have been easier to have grabbed my vibrator, finished the deed, and gone (peacefully) to sleep. The problem, though, almost every sexual thought was stemming from Josh. How big his cock felt; how great he was at kissing, how great his tongue felt in me (albeit briefly), how amazing his fingers felt penetrating me…
Fuck! My hand was betraying me! I pulled my hand out from my crotch, which was slick with my fluids. I groaned, out of sexual frustration. I needed to drop this love, or lust, or whatever it was I felt for Josh, and quick. If I masturbated to thoughts of him, it would only fuel the fire for my want of him; hence my discomfort at one in the morning.
I needed sleep. I grabbed my iPod touch, got on Safari, and pulled up one of those cheesy streaming porno sites. I very, very rarely needed porn; usually my imagination was enough, or I had a partner. But if I was going to do this, I needed my thoughts off of Josh.
I had already thought of some pitfalls with the porn; if it was one of those POVs, I might imagine being the girl, sucking Josh off. Or if it was male on female, I might imagine if it was Josh and I doing such things. So to avoid the male aspect altogether, I hit the lesbian tab, and picked a random video. Like Josh and Russell had always told me; don’t limit yourself to one thing. Yeah, Josh was meaning music, and Russell was talking Religion, but they pretty much meant life in general. And I counted myself as one of those curious to try the same gender; at least, curious enough to play a lesbian porno to watch while I play with myself.
I got my bullet vibrator out of its hiding spot and started the video; it was one of those cheap pornos with a cheap back story about how this guy was cheating on each of them with each other, so they tie him up and they fuck each other in front of him.
The girl laying down looked a lot like me; blond, blue eyes, attractive… if you took away the breasts that were twice the size of mine, and minus the heart tattoo above her crotch, it kinda resembled me. The other girl… well fuck, this is weird. Short, black hair, tribal tattoo on her right arm, smaller breasts… looked just like Josh’s co-worker, Allie.
Well, I could immerse myself in that.
The “Allie” on the screen had a single finger in the blonde girl’s crotch, slowly moving a finger up and down, teasing the girl; I found that my own finger was matching the speed of the girl on the screen. The girl grinned and sped up, pushing her finger into the girl faster. I met her pace; I heard juices out of one ear that had an earbud in, and my open ear with my own. My back arched as the girl slipped a second finger in. I tried, and moaned hard when I couldn’t keep pace with two fingers in. I tried, but I was too inexperienced; my two fingers barely even fit, let alone push into me at the rate she was going after the girl.
The black haired girl pulled out a purple vibrator. It looked a lot different than mine, a lot bigger, but I grabbed mine. I was only half watching the screen; my hands and mind were mimicking the scene. My imagination, hands and my lust had taken over. Allie had taken the chrome bullet and pushed it as deep into me as it would go. My other hand gripped the sheets, and I moaned. I brought my sheets up to bite into to suppress the sound of my lust.
Allie had gotten bored of just doing me with the bullet. She took it, and slowly dragged it up, the bullet resting on my clit. It felt amazing, and then that bullet was met with a finger, probing my crotch, at a pace that was making my finger sore. But I felt amazing; my back was arched, the vibrator right on my clit, finger buried deep into me, I felt ready to explode…
And the scene pans to behind the girls, so that it showed the black-haired girl at work on the blonde, but showing the guy tied up in the corner. He had an obvious bulge in his pants. A single thought crossed my head… “If Allie was fucking me, what if that was Josh…”
I bit down onto my sheets, screaming hard as I came, riding through one of my strongest orgasms of my life. Coming down from the high, I was furious with myself. I knew there was a guy in the porn. They made that relevant. I knew he’d appear sometime, so why the fuck did I watch it? Why torment myself?
I sighed, doing my usual ritual, and counted to three to calm down. I had no idea they were going to pan to the guy. I was planning on being done long before now. I got out of bed, sneaking over to the bathroom, closing the door to not wake Josh up.
Though, with the sleeping drugs they gave him, I doubt a herd of elephants could wake him right now…
I laid back down in bed, now content, mind mostly free of lust. I curled into bed, eyes drifting off. As sleep began to overtake me, a thought betrayed every intention I had of keeping my distance from Josh romantically; “I wonder how it’d feel, if Josh was in here right now, cuddling with me?”
I was having a pretty shitty day, and it left me in a foul mood. No calm, collected Kelly today.
I was tired, and while I had a red bull beforehand, they were banned during school hours. I was also reminded about what happened in the car; while some people were hi-fiving me for taking the guy’s clothes, some of the girls were calling me a slut for once again fooling around with a guy. My friends knew about my step-brother, and they tried perking me up, but after half hours of trying, they backed off, and I was left with my thoughts.
Like how I was pining over Josh. Urg, it was getting quite annoying and quite ridiculous. Finally, threw on some headphones on, and put my iPod on shuffle. I had an app (of course Josh told me about…) that generates playlists based on your mood. I hadn’t used it yet, so I tried. I didn’t know the song, but it was catchy, and the lyrics fit pretty well.
So I block out the world with headphones on//It’s the only thing I can do when I don’t wanna talk to no one//Block out the world with headphones on//It’s my only escape
I kept my headphones in all day, and no one bothered me. I think I fell asleep once or twice, but the school desks are no substitute for my comfortable bed.
Once again, I was pushing through a muck of darkness. But this time there was no background music, no sounds from my friends, my family, or of my mom; it was just me, and the darkness.
My mom; at the thought of her, the darkness tightened against me. I was worn down, and at this point I was quite ready to let the darkness engulf me. I was tired of struggling against it; Ever since I found my mother dead, I’ve been fighting in my dreams. And every time I woke up, I was exhausted. So yes, I was ready to give up.
So I stopped struggling. The strands of thick blackness, resembling tar, began to tighten around me. It was painful; more painful than struggling. But with the way this was going, I was going to let this… whatever it was, have its way. I have nothing left to live for.
Once again, the tendrils began to recede as the world began to brighten; Kelly, Allie, and Alyssa, made of pure white, stood before me; behind them, my dad, and my aunt. They spoke in harmony, the same lines. “Of course you have something to live for… us.”
My eyes strained open. It was easier than the last time I fell asleep, but it was still hard to wake up. I felt groggy, as if I didn’t sleep at all. I know it was around 7 when we ate, so I must have gone to sleep at 8 or nine…
I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. It was five in the afternoon, which means I almost slept twenty four hours. I shook my head; of course I felt groggy. I slid out of bed, stretching. There was a curtain around my immediate surroundings, with one part open as a makeshift doorway. Taped to the curtain, was a note made on legal pad.
Josh- Your step-mother and I had to go to work, while your step brother and sister went to school. I’m not sure if Jesse will be home or when you’ll wake up, but we’ll have a talk about anything that’s bothering you when I get home and you wake up. –Dad
I looked down further, and there was another paragraph, in different handwriting.
Your dad left a few things out; you live down here with me, and what’s mine is yours. There’s microwave meals in the fridge if your dad or my mom aren’t home. I’ve got the wii hooked up to the tv, the same one you hacked, so it has all the games on the external. You’re welcome to use my laptop, but you’ve got to work out the password to get in it! Hahaha. -Kelly
PS- You drool in your sleep, did you know that? :P
I laughed, a laugh that felt good, a laugh I hadn’t felt in a long time. A genuine laugh. I noticed a landline phone on the nightstand, with a list of numbers on it. I picked up the phone, and dialed the number for my dad’s cell. It rang, and I got his voicemail. Frowning, I put the phone on the hook, picked it back up, and began dialing my step-moms when I heard the basement door open. I heard the thumps of footsteps, and my dad yelling down. “It’s me!”
He slid into my makeshift room. He smelled of sweat, which must mean he hadn’t been home long. He smiled, knowing what was on my mind. “Yeah, I just got home, and haven’t had time to cook anything, so I just ordered a few pizzas. Just pepperoni, right?”
I smiled. He knew me so well. “Sounds good. Thanks.”
I began to walk toward the tv; the thought of a game console had an immediate appeal to it. I sat down, when I noticed an N64 plugged in as well, with the original Mario Party plugged in, and two controllers hooked up. I started laughing. “Dad, we haven’t played Mario Party since I was a kid… before mom left you..”
The enthusiasm left my voice, tears rolled down my face, but I still picked up my controller, trying hard to cut the tears back, trying to mask my emotions. My dad sat down, grabbing the other controller. “Son, it’s all good to mask your emotions, but with the pain you’re going through, let it go.”
We started the game, and the nostalgia brought me out of my funk, at least for a bit. I started laughing hard when my dad got a single player minigame, the one he hated the most, where you had to spin the joystick until you lit the light bulb. As a kid, my thumb would be raw and bleeding, trying over and over to beat it in minigame mode. He dropped the controller, giving up, letting the Boo get him, losing the minigame.
“God, I hate that game. And the computers obviously cheat.”
I looked over and smiled at him. “The new one, 9, you can change their difficulty. Yeah, sometimes they pull off really annoying feats, but most of the time it’s mostly fair. You should give it a try.”
He nodded. The results screen was still on, and he made no move to pick it up. “I know you, just like you know me. We don’t like to talk about things; we’d rather just tackle any obstacles in our way. But this is big, Josh. Like I said, this time’s an exception. Let it out. Let me hear it.”
I wasn’t crying, but I was reluctant to talk. Finally, after him staring at me so long, I gave up. I shrugged my shoulders. “What is there to say? I killed her. “
My dad smiled at me. “Come on Josh. Think this through buddy. You stood up to your mom for ONCE in your life, and she kills herself? Don’t you think there’s something odd there?”
“Well, I told her that I wasn’t her son…”
He shook his head. “Not your fault kiddo. Again, you know who your mom was. She wanted everything her way. I stood up to her, she divorced me and left me with practically nothing. When she found out how hard life was, she took it out on you, made you take my place.” He sighed. “And you know I’ve apologized up and down for that, I didn’t think she’d do that to her own son. But think about it, if you stood up to her, she would have just moved on. There must have been something going on in her head, it wasn’t anything you did.”
I sighed, closed my eyes. I never thought this through. I was dwelling on her death, never thinking about the entire scenario. There was still something wrong, some fact I was missing, but right now I felt better. I nodded. “You’re right, as always. How’d you get so smart?”
He smiled. “Well, I fucked up a lot as a kid. Over time, you tend to learn what’s a good idea and what’s a terrible one.”
At that moment we heard the doorbell ring. “I probably should have waited for your sister to get home, but I thought after sleeping so long, I figured you’d be hungry. Come on up.”
My head, a bit clearer, I followed him up.
I was positioned up at the front, blocking. I was doing a hell of a job doing so. I was still pissed off at myself, at my ‘teammates’, at everything. The score was 21-0. We had aced the other team every game, just because I was blocking every shot they were hitting over. I was a beast.
The serve came. We were going to have a perfect game, because the girl serving was our best server. And with me at the front? The other team was fucked. Everyone on the court looked worn out, but I still had energy, feeding off of my foul mood.
The ball went over the net. The ball was passed over, then set up. The girl in front of me goes to spike it, but I jump up, the ball was over the net, so it was fair game. I slammed the ball, spiking it straight down. It hit the floor, bounced up hard, and hit one of the girls in the face, right in the noise.
That stopped me cold. I sighed, walking over. “Are you ok?”
I needed to deal with this, just like Josh needed to deal with his problems.
Song Credits: Maxeen- Block out the World
Yeah... There was supposed to be more sex in this chapter. But, the way this chapter came out, it was more emotional than sexual. My plans, she was supposed to come home in her volleyball outfit (seriously, have you seen those spandex shorts? Jesus..) and he calls up Allie after the talk with his dad. Like I said, it ended up being mostly emotional. Besides, I don't think he's in the right mind yet...
I guess my current funky mood came out in the chapter. My bad :X
Then again, we ARE dealing with a main character that's a bit fucked up in the head right now, so I guess my 'funky mood' worked out! Just as I intented!
This is the week of the fabled, holy drug change. I'm making NO promises as to when the next chapter comes up. I'll leave a note on the other story when I've got a good plan. I really don't want to say "Hey, I'll have it done by ____!", then overdose and be knocked out for a week or something, lol.
Rin, relatively new reader
Your jokes really do worry me sometimes
The lack of sex is fine, loving the story you have going on. I'd read this in a book, hell, I've read more detailed sex scenes in a legitimate story novel
I just keep wondering, how does a shitty story like '50 shades' get published, and a genius like Rin doesn't get more of an audience than 7chan?
I heard a lady friend of mine (also a Rin fan) describe it perfectly:
"Women won't watch porn - but they'll read the shit out of it."
A surprising amount, when you consider the number that publicly look down on porn, like the extra-raunchy erotica.
More there are more "perverts" than there are those with a taste for "thoughtful" porn/erotica.
I mean, just look at the stories like Puppy Mill...
I guess you're refering to things like I really don't want to say "Hey, I'll have it done by ____!", then overdose and be knocked out for a week or something, lol.?
I'm always in constant pain, so dark humor is a defense mechanism. I've lost a lot of my outlets; tennis, golfing, biking. Nowadays all I really have is video games, reading and music. I really don't count writing as an outlet anymore. I write now to get better, and to provide worlds for other people to get lost in. I wasn't kidding when I said it might be something I could someday do. I have my Associates in Computer Networking and Security, but at this point I doubt I'll ever be able to hold down a steady job.
Sorry if I scare people. I don't realize I'm doing it, to be honest, and I'm not being serious about the whole thing.
One thing I'd like to comment on your statement on the sex scenes. Are you saying that I'm lacking in that department? Don't hesitate to tell me; like I said in the first post and in this one, I'm trying to write better, so let me know.
I don't like to beat down on thing's I haven't read myself, but I gave a shot at the first 50 shades book and I couldn't continue. It really is trash. I really don't see the appeal, but everyone else seems to love it. I did the same with Twilight (before the movies were even announced), but that was a bit more bearable, if not totally predictable. I'll take my high fantasy, A song of Fire and Ice // The Prince of Nothing// or my personal favorite, The Kingkiller's Chronicles. Or young adult, some of the stuff there is pretty good. The "I am Number Four" books are decent, of course the Hunger Games, and everything Rick Riordan has put out.
I've rambled a lot, and a lot of it has gone off in way the fuck off different directions.
No dude, saying I'm loving your stories no matter how much sexual content is involved
We also seem to have a slightly similar book taste which is nice
Have you read 'Wild Cards'? Just getting into it now, loving every second of it
Also, what kind of vidya you into?
I POSTED AN UPDATE!
Not an update to Ties or Ultimatum, though. I wanted to write something quick, just in case I'm knocked out for a month or something, but today's new drug day. I wrote a side-story to Magic Touch; like I say over on tumblr, it's not the best, but I wanted SOMETHING up.
Just to keep the story off this thread, I posted the new chapter over on my tumblr- http://rinfaust.tumblr.com/. Feel free to comment here if you like, or on tumblr.
Cool. Good to know. And no, I haven't, but I will look into it! As for gaming, well to be honest, pretty much anything but sports. I mostly play PC games or PS3, but I have a Wii, 3DS and a Vita. Right now I'm playing Pokemon White (been awhile since I picked up a pokemon game, thought why not), Mortal Kombat for vita, and just finished through the Sly Cooper HD remake. Replaying Valkyria Chronicles on PS3 atm and Darksiders 2
Yeah, it's partially written by George R.R Martin, basically an anthology of short stories set in the same universe, superpower virus kills a bunch of people and gives a handful super powers. It's cool
Also, never got the newest generation of Pokemon, first game since Red & Blue that I haven't bought at least one of. (I have 2 blues, a red, a yellow, a gold, a silver, a ruby, a firered, a pearl and a soul silver)
I haven't read very far in it but I also like the series, and I (consciously in some cases, and probably subconsciously in many others) stole some of the ideas for my Relatively Powered series.
Thought I noticed some similarities Anony
Love the community on /elit/ sometimes
Went ahead and ordered the first book. Sounds like good stuff!
Had a (slight) under dose, now corrected by an increase; now I'm terribly drowsy, but pain free!
As -soon- as the drowsy feeling goes away, I'm going to start writing, and should have back to back updates for you guys.
Just going to have to look for the Ultimatum thread again, lol..
Rin, we love you - but quit bumping this if you're not posting anything (thread related). Didn't you get a tumblr for these updates on your meds?
hey, is there an archive someplace on the internets that has magic touch that I can read? thanks.
To keep the thread on topic, I've put links to MT1, 2, and all the side stories on tumblr. http://rinfaust.tumblr.com/
Old habits die hard; I found myself replying about the book, and then remembered "Hey, I haven't posted in a week."
To be honest, I started the tumblr with the full intention of re-uploading chapters there, with added illustrations (though all my potential artists backed out.) The two chapters I posted on the tumblr, the old, old Ultimatum chapter and the new MT chapter I wrote, neither had comments. I feel dumb, now, because I really didn't know how tumblr worked; there really isn't a "comment" system (as far as I can tell), but before I thought there was, and I wasn't sure if people were reading anything posted over there. Between the former and the latter, I kinda gave up on the tumblr.
I'll try and cut the medical crap out. Like I said in a different post, I don't really realize I'm doing it.
Not a big deal, just include an update on yourself whenever you next update the story. Best of both worlds.
Sorry about my long absence. Seems that "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" seems to not apply to me.
As I said on the Ultimatum page, "The Ties" was %20 done. It's still untouched. There's a chance I'll have a chapter posted by tomorrow night; if I don't make that deadline, I'm not sure when it'll be up.
If you care for specifics, it's over on my tumblr, www.rinfaust.tumblr.com; trying to keep the medical/drama off the thread, like stated in the posts above.
Be warned that this is much just a “vent” for myself, and less an update for “The Ties that Bind” or “Ultimatum”, but if I’m going to be absent for awhile (awhile being subjective), I wanted to let my readers know.
Chapter 5- Assurance
To call the night an emotional one would be an understatement. His dad had brought up some pretty deep scars, though he made some valid points, though some hard to swallow.
In my mind, I still had some fault in my mother’s death. I may not have been the direct cause, but I’m the one that put the rope in her hands. I shook my head, my hands covering my face. I had to stop thinking like this, or the dreams would continue. I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill her. She took her own life.
I had a Wii remote in one hand, and the Nunchuck in the other; on the screen, ‘Skyward Swords’ Link was walking into a wall, over and over, one foot in front of the other. I kinda chuckled at that; it reminded me of all the times, playing PC games, and falling asleep at the computer, my character either dead or in the same state of perpetual motion as Link was in now.
I figured the game would distract me, but more than anything it bored me. The game just didn’t hold my interest like the previous installments. So I made my way to a save point, and turned the Wii off. I stood there, pondering what to do; I decided on working out. I could tire my body out, that’d be a great distraction.
I grabbed my sister’s iPod, and found a playlist she listed as ‘Adrenaline’; the first track being a high-paced hard-rock track I had never heard before, but was rather catchy. I threw my shirt off, and went at it.
It had been a few hours since he finished talking to Josh. While, in one hand, he felt like he got through to his son, on the other he knew the battle wasn’t over yet. God knows what he was doing down there; even from here, he could hear music coming from Kelly’s iPod dock, and it seems Josh was going for the angry, yelling music… that probably means it’s more of the latter, than the former. There was a LOT more work to do.
If he could simply put two words together to form his current state, It’d probably be “Emotionally Drained”, but two simple words just isn’t enough to convey a person’s state of mind and how that affects the people around him. Just as hard as this situation was on Jeff, it was hard for him; not just as a parent, but also as an ex-husband and his own past. Most people in failed marriages tend to call them mistakes; if other’s had made mistakes, then… what was that latin phrase Josh used earlier? mea macima cupla, “My most grievous fault”.
So, while it was a bit trite, he turned to alcohol to dull the ache. With the combination of his recliner, his beer, and the Chicago Cubs on TV, for the moment he could pretend like everything was fine. He sighed, closed his eyes. There was so much ahead that was going to be emotionally challenging for both father and son; his ex-wife’s service and burial was coming up in just a few short days. Old friends and family would be there he hadn’t seen in forever. There was the matter of the reading of his ex-wife’s will, as well.
He sighed, burying his hands into his face for a moment. There was no pretending; nothing was fine… it’s no wonder why Josh had devolved PTSD. Bringing his hand from his face, he turned to reach for his third can of beer… only to find it lacking. Beer wasn’t dulling the pain as well as it used to; he kicked the recliner in, deciding to find another, when the front door opened. Kelly walked in, still in her volleyball outfit; spandex shorts and the tight-fitting top. He almost laughed; Josh would have a hard time sleeping tonight, pills or no, but he managed to keep his poker face on as she appraised him, and the growing pile of empty beer cans. She raised her eyebrow at him. He chuckled some. “Long day… listen, I sat down, talked to Josh. He’s come to terms with the whole scenario, but I’d say he’s far from ‘ok’.”
She smiled some, her face brightened a bit, but her face slightly turned red and her eyes focused on the ground. “That’s good to hear. Guessing he’s knocked out?”
He shook his head, and once again suppressed the urge to laugh. “No, he’s awake.” He weighed the pros and cons of unloading a part of information on her; he put himself in his own past, and decided to tell her. “Just so you know, Allie will be over while you’re at school tomorrow. She’s picking Josh up so that he can pick up some of the stuff we left behind… I think they’re going swimming.”
He saw that look in her; she tried to mask it, that brutal dose of jealousy; but the way her eyes weren’t meeting his, the way she fidgeted, the change in her voice, and awkward pauses in her speech. All little things, but when you’ve looking past people’s masks for your entire life, it all seems to click. “Well, that’s cool, I guess… but uh… you don’t think it’s a bit early do you?”
She had to have known it was a thought that had already been mulled over, hours ago. “Yeah. He needs the social interaction, even if… well, you know.” He sighed, deciding to try to ease things on her. “Look, swimming sounds pretty fun, and god knows we’ve all been a bit stressed out. Why don’t I take a sick day, and you can skip out on school, and we can all relax.” He mulled over the last bit, and then added, with a small smile for her benefit, “Plus, that’d keep them from getting together.”
She looked up at him, her eyebrow raised back up. She made eye contact, but all the other tells were still there. “Why would I care if…”
He moved in front of her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, kiddo. I don’t know if you’re just trying to lie to yourself, or to me, but it obviously bothers you.” He decided to play dumb. “I don’t know if she’s done something to piss you off, or whatever. I don’t pretend to understand you teenagers” he laughed at his own corny joke.
Kelly looked up at him, less red, more focused, determined even. “That… sounds like a good idea. But I know you just want to go to perv on two teenage girls” she playfully punched him in the shoulder. They both laughed.
The conversation lapsed from there. Grabbing another beer, he took his position back in his recliner, and she grabbed the leftover pizza, heading downstairs. Popping the can open, he sighed. Some part of him wanted to stop her, keep her from the course she’s on. Then again… who was he to judge, with his own past?
“Well, that was an awkward conversation…”
In one hand, I had shut the door to the basement, and with the other, I had a plate of pizza balanced on a can of Mountain Dew. She had heard her upstairs, but now that she was walking down the stairs, she identified the song playing. An older hard rock song, and one of Kelly’s favorites from the CD.
I, I stand!// Not crawling, not falling down. //I, I’ll bleed, the demons that drag me down...
Getting downstairs, I had called for Josh as I started to nuke my pizza in her microwave, but got not response. She began looking around, and found him sprawled out on the couch, one hand draped off and dragging the floor, the other holding a book against his chest, the cover of which read “The Darkness that Comes Before”.
His shirtless chest… of course, why did he have to be fucking shirtless?
I inched closer, and notice sweat all over his torso. Was he having bad dreams again, and as a result was tossing and turning in his sleep? Should I wake him up?
I looked at his face, which for the first time since he slept here, looked peaceful; once again, there was a bit of drool dripping out of his mouth. As the iPod changed tracks, I could faintly hear his snoring. Despite the conditions, she had to smile at him.
My microwave beeped, and a new song began playing, one that I also immediately knew, and sung along as I gathered my food. “Caught here in a violent Blaze, won’t lose my will to stay//I tried to drive all through the night//the heat stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights”
From the high-tempo music, his sweaty body, and his state of undress, I figure he must have been exercising. As I sat on the floor, with my back propped against the couch, my nose wrinkled up; he smelt foul. It clicked then in my head that he hadn’t had a shower since before the hospital, but with whatever exercise he was doing, he smelt awful. Then again, I know I probably didn’t smell too great myself.
I figured I could give him the first shower; after all, it’s been days since he’s had one, and it’d probably relax him. I got up, finishing off my pizza, tossing it in the trash. But then I stopped, noticing a new glow that wasn’t in the room before. Looking across the room, in his makeshift bed room, there was an LED alarm clock, and the light for the alarm was lit. Did he plan on waking after she went to bed to avoid her?
I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. No use and wondering; in his state of mind, there’s no real way to know what he’s thinking. So with that, I resolved to take my own shower, wash away all the sweat of volleyball and go to bed; besides, it had been a long day, with conflicting emotions, not to mention the poor girl whose nose that I broke.
I slipped into my bathroom and flicked the light on. I loved my bathroom; it was a stand-up shower, but with a waterfall faucet, and a small bench I could sit or lay down on, with all my various shampoos, conditioners, and body washes in dispensers lining the wall. Finally, there was a detachable shower head attachment lower down on the wall that allowed you to direct water wherever you needed it.
I quickly stripped out of my volleyball outfit and threw it in my clothes hamper, and slid into my shower. I plopped down, as the water began to cascade onto my body. The water was warm, feeling great against my tense muscles. I loved volleyball, but it really tired you out…
With that thought, I grabbed the shower head; the water began shooting out of the head, and I switched the setting to jet mode. I held it over my back, letting the intense pressure massage my aching muscles. It wasn’t perfect, and after awhile I gave up. I moved the head in front of me, to turn off the jet. That’s when it slipped from my grasp, and the jet shot into my crotch.
Now, I wasn’t as horny as I was last night, but that pressure set me off. I moaned hard, realizing, dimly, that I was already wet down there. I laughed at the corny joke that formed in my head; no, it wasn’t the shower that got me that way.
I thought back. What could have… oh, goddamn it. Yet again, I’m thinking of Josh. His smooth stomach, his devolving pecks his growing biceps…
I hadn’t even noticed, but absentmindedly, I had moved the head closer to my pussy. With my free hand, a finger rested over my clit, and I started massaging it. Fuck, it felt good!
I took a moment to lay flat on the bench, moving the nozzle closer, letting the jet fill me up. It wasn’t as good as my vibrator, but with the thoughts filling my head right now, and my finger on my clit, it didn’t really matter. What I would love to give to go back into that living room, and crawl onto that body, and run my hands down his hardened abs. I wouldn’t even mind the sweat or the smell; instead of this jet of water or my finger, his dick could fill me up. My body shivered at the thought, despite the hot water, and a moan left my lips.
My hand dropped the shower head, and my head filled with a scenario. I could walk out there right now, soaking wet, naked. I could slide on top of his body, lock my lips onto his, and wake him up. He’d be confused, but he’d realize the situation; he’d kiss me back, his fingers could attack my clit just as I was doing now. His hand could grab my breast; as I thought that, my hand came up, squeezing hard.
At this point I was delirious with lust. My finger was pumping into me as fast as I was able, while I grasped at my own breast, thinking of every naughty thing I could do to him. I remembered the conflicting emotions I had before.
I remember what Russell was saying earlier. Don’t lie to myself. I don’t know if it’s love, or if it’s lust, but I want him to fuck my brains out, and that’s not a lie.
That thought sent me over the edge. I moaned loud, screaming in lust for the second time, my orgasm hitting me hard, and my hips buckling. I laid there, my chest rising and falling, for at least five minutes, letting myself calm down before cutting the shower off.
I woke with a jolt, hearing a female scream. I felt my forehead tighten; trying to think back to my sleep… I’m pretty sure I didn’t have a bad dream this time. Could he have imaged it? Then I heard the music playing. It was a metal band, with a female lead singer; he had heard the lines In my dreams last night I saw your face//You held me and washed away my tears//then I woke to realize you’re gone, which meant, prior to me waking, she had just screamed No, this won’t kill me!
I shrugged, and murmured “Makes sense to me.” I grabbed the remote to click the iPod dock off, stretching. Being scrunched up on that small couch, coupled with the pushups and crunches from earlier, I felt pretty sore… plus, I smelled something terrible. I looked around for evidence of Kelly being home. When I didn’t notice anything, I kicked my jeans and boxers off and threw them into my ‘room.’
I walked into the bathroom, and my body turned cold. Not from being naked, or the temperature in the bathroom, or the tiled floor. I had walked in on my sister, who had just exited the shower.
Kelly and Josh
They stared at each other for what seemed to each of them an eternity. Josh, being a guy, his gaze lingered down, soaking in the image of his sister. She was quite beautiful; though he probably could never form the words to tell her that… being together, that would be wrong… but that didn’t keep him from looking. Her wet, blonde hair fell across her shoulders. His head moved down, looking at her small, but perky breasts. Maybe B cups? He never understood the breast measurement system. Her small lithe frame was quite beautiful; he’d thought that before, but that now included the little tuft of blonde hair above her pussy. He felt himself getting hard, and a thought came from nowhere; how would his member feel, buried to the base inside of her?
Kelly mirrored Josh’s actions. She looked at his brown eyes while they devoured her; she had just an amazing orgasm, but she could feel herself getting wet again, just from his gaze. She looked at his brown shaggy hair. Her eyes moved down to his biceps, and abs, which weren’t huge, but were sexy in their own right, especially combined with his toned stomach. And then… oh god, his cock. It was as hard as a diamond. She could see glistening liquid gathering at the tip of his huge member… she wasn’t the best judge of size, and didn’t quite have a ruler nearby, but the damn thing looked to be about 8 inches long and half an inch thick. She remembered it touching her through his pants before, but it didn’t feel THAT big. The thought of that filling her…
Wait… did he even remember that happened? He didn’t look disgusted, but that didn’t mean much… his eyes moved away from her breasts and rested to her eyes.
They stared into each other for what seemed like another eternity, their eyes trying to communicate with each other; both of them wanting the other to make the first move, both of them too nervous to do it themselves. She was afraid of him blacking out again; he was afraid of her being sickened with him.
She felt her hand twitch, starting over toward his crotch. At the same time, he didn’t notice; if he had, he probably wouldn’t have said this lame line. “So… I set my alarm for midnight… going to be a meteor shower tonight.”
They stared at each other, until finally, as if they had just broken out of a trance, they both took to other sides of the room, as if the other one was contaminated.
“I’m going to take a shower. I’m disgusting.”
He found his way in the shower, and she found her way just outside the door. They were both panting hard, each calling themselves cowards for not acting on their thoughts or wants.
Josh, Alyssa, Allie, Kelly
Later on, Josh and Kelly both sat on the patio on the back porch. Neither of them said a word, but they sat particularly far away from each other, their usual closeness shattered. Their eyes were cast in the sky, watching for meteors, but due to either pollution or clouds, they didn’t see a thing.
Until one streaked across the sky. But it wasn’t a meteor… well, to Kelly, it didn’t seem like one. Instead, it seemed like a shooting star. Josh had missed it; he’d been looking to his right, completely away from her.
She closed her eyes, and made her wish… for Josh to get over his PTSD, and for them to figure out some kind of relationship, if one was possible.
Meanwhile, Allie had just finished a long shift at the store. She sighed contently, not minding working the extra hour. She sat in the bed of her pickup, relaxing. She’d see Josh again tomorrow. And maybe they’d be able to pick up where they left off. If his dad was allowing them to hang out, that must mean he was getting better, or maybe he was forcing Josh to socialize, to force him to get better.
All of a sudden, a flash of light streaked across the night sky. A shooting star! She grinned, like the little kid she acted like sometimes. She closed her eyes tight, hoping that tomorrow worked it’s self out….
Just a few miles away from Allie, Alyssa was crying again, which wasn’t anything new; she had been crying a lot lately. After all, the entire thing with Josh’s mom was partially her fault. Her hands were clenched together, she laying face down in her bed. She had been keeping her computer on 24/7, hoping to see Josh log into Skype, so she could apologize to him. And then maybe, she could make it up to him… maybe give him a little show. Promise him they could sleep together for the first time in their relationship.
As the shooting star passed over her house, she closed her eyes, her hands clasped together. She hadn’t seen it, but she was praying. Praying that she’d get to see him soon, to be able to hold him, to go back to how their relationship was.
Kelly looked over to Josh. “So, I know this is sort of a buzz kill, but your dad and I will be coming with you tomorrow. I know you feel better, but… well, we want to make sure you ARE better.”
He sighed some. “Alright.”
She looked over at him, sighed in return, and decided to bite the bullet. “You know, if you really want to spend…. quality time…”
He shook his head. “No, both of you are right. I should be more worried about getting better than getting laid.” He laughed some, but inside he felt the need to ease some of the tension between them. “Speaking of, I hope you got some sexy bathing suit for me.”
They both laughed awkwardly, not knowing that those simple words would change the dynamic of their relationship for good.
Sleep came easy, which was totally odd. With what happened last night, I was afraid not getting any sleep at all, just like the night before. Either I was totally knocked out, or I was making a huge deal out of nothing.
Of course, the morning came and I realized that I didn’t have a swimsuit, much less a sexy one. He may have been joking about the entire thing, but she decided last night that she’d slowly lead him into her embrace.
But he’d be more interested in staring at Allie than me. I usually just wore guy’s trunks and a tank top; hell, I never really went swimming. My goal was to wake up ahead of everyone, illegally drive out to the mall, and get a suit.
But that plan didn’t work. It turned out that Russell ended up going to work after all. I lucked out, though, as my mom ended up staying home, due to illness. Mom knew I was skipping, thank god, but didn’t have the insight that she wanted to disrupt their flirting as much as possible… mom wasn’t as lenient as her stepdad was.
Finally, she relented. But then I found a severe flaw in my plan; it was six am. They were due to go swimming around noon, and that’s when the local mall opened. She sighed. She was going to have to hope that Wal-Mart had something ‘sexy’…
She was surprised that Allie was so cool with her being around. She still flirted with Josh, and that was annoying, especially in the cramped cab of the pickup truck, but in the end I think we both knew that, once we got to his house, things would change, quickly.
I was surprised, however, to find out that it went a whole lot smoother than I thought it would. I loved his house; out in the middle of nowhere, the nearest neighbor wasn’t even in eyesight. He had decided to check on the horses and cats first, though, before going in. The horses seemed excited to see him, and as soon as he opened the door the cats came running. But as soon as he opened the door, he was in the kitchen. He looked over to where his mom hung herself. Wordlessly, he walked over to that spot, and sat on his knees. He looked to be praying. Instead, he pulled out a sheet of paper he had written on, and surprised me by speaking fluent Latin.
“Confíteor Deo omnipoténti et vobis, fratres,
quia peccávi nimis cogitatióne, verbo, ópere et omissióne:
mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.
Ideo precor beátam Maríam semper Vírginem,
omnes Angelos et Sanctos, et vos, fratres,
oráre pro me ad Dóminum Deum nostrum.”
We sat there in silence for minutes. Finally, Allie broke the silence, looking over at Josh. “That was beautiful, but what the fuck did it mean?”
I thought it was a bit rude… hell, I found it a bit romantic. But he just smiled slightly, but it was shy. “Do I need to? It makes me a poor Atheist.” He lightly chuckled, then translated for us.
“I confess to almighty God//and to you, my brothers and sisters,//that I have greatly sinned//In my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and what I have failed to do: My fault, my fault, my most grievous fault.//therefore I ask blessed Mary ever-Virgin,//all the Angels and Saints,//and you, my brothers and sisters, to pray for me to the Lord our God”
We both sat there, a bit dumbstruck. We didn’t expect this. Finally, I walked over to him, and I noticed he threw on his ‘mask’ again, determined not to cry. I sat in front of him, holding my arms out. “It’s not good to hold that shit it. Come here.”
And he leaned into me, his arms enveloped me, with soul-wrenching sobs that echoed through the quiet house. Allie came up behind, which I frowned at; this was a step to connect to her step brother. But regardless, the three of us stayed hugging for awhile.
Having a single bathroom in your entire house is kinda weird, but it kept Allie and I in the same room, changing, while Josh went out and cleaned out the pool. The two of us stripped off our clothes, and I know she was looking me over, just as I was scoping out my own competition, though I doubt she thought of me as such.
She really was beautiful. She had short black hair; all parted to the right, with the length slowly growing until a long strip of hair lay the length of her cheek. I was shocked to see that her breast- bigger than mine, I grudgingly found out- and her clit were also pierced, along with her ears, nose and tongue. The only thing I found unappealing were the tattoos, but if I was in a curious enough mood.
I saw her looking me over, and then we noticed each other checking each other out. She laughed, smirking some, turning to the side and holding her arm on her hip. “See anything you like?”
I laughed politely, and took an easy way out of the conversation. “No, just… curious about the piercings.”
She grinned “Oh, you should at least get your nipples pierced. Sometimes I’ll wear a tight bra just so the metal ends up tight against my nipple, and it is SUCH a turn on.”
I nodded, ending the conversation there. I got my swimsuit out of my bag; the best I could find were a pair of black and purple tops and bottoms with a polka dot pattern on them that tied at the side. It was uncomfortable, but I did get a size lower, so that it’d make my breasts and butt look bigger. But I was secretly glad when Allie put her suit on; she had on a pair of guys swim trunks and a plain black top. Yes, her boobs were bigger, and you could just make out her piercings through it, but in terms of sex appeal, I thought I had the advantage… now to use it to turn him to me.
We stepped outside, and stepped up on the deck. It was a great sight; not just Josh, but I’ll get to him in a minute.
From the deck, you could see the entirety of his property, and his neighbors. It was nothing but green grass, fences, apple trees, a single road with no car in sight, and horses and cattle. With the light breeze and the comfortable temperature, with no car traffic and no noise, it was paradise… one that Josh was taking advantage of.
Either he was napping, or we had been so quiet that we snuck up on him. He was on one of those pool rafts, his arms behind his head, eyes closed, peacefully relaxing in this small slice of country paradise, his body only hidden by a pair of trunks. Allie had a mad grin on her face; before I could stop her, she had somehow gotten to the roof of the house, and with a running start, yelled “Cannon Ball!”
Josh’s eyes jerked open as she landed right next to him. The wave was so violent, the raft flipped and he was thrown into the water. It was pretty amusing to see him come up, Allie laughing, his face perplexed. He grinned. “Oh man, I haven’t jumped off that roof in forever!”
His eyes turned toward me, and I saw him gulp. I smiled inward at myself, but took slow strides to the ladder, turning, arcing my butt out as I eased in the pool. “I’d rather not disturb paradise, if you don’t mind.”
As soon as I was in the pool, Allie yelled “Disturb this!” and grabbed my shoulders, trying to dunk me under. But years of volleyball and leg strengthen kept me from moving. I grinned, and tackled her back, taking us both underwater.
We came back up, and we both turned to see Josh watching, propped up against the wall of the pool, laughing. Allie and I looked at each other, and then dove under to grab his legs, and drag him under.
We stayed a lot longer than we thought we would; he saddled up the horses for us to ride around the field, which took time. By the time the horses were unsaddled and we were off, it was getting to be six and we were starving.
Josh pulled the grill out, and I watched him with interest. He had started to cook some burgers on the grill, while cooking baked beans and corn on the stove inside. I had no idea he could cook, but it was nice, having real food for once; usually I got home too late and had to settle for leftovers or microwave meals.
Allie had gone out to her car, and came back, a wood case in her hands. I was perplexed, until she slid the top open, and out popped a small purple pipe. She slid the top to the other side, pushing the pipe in, and bringing it to her lips, lighting it up, inhaling, exhaling seconds later a puff of smoke. She walked up behind Josh, pushing the pipe up to his lips. He grinned, and took his own hit off of it.
“God, that feels great. It’s been… I don’t know how long since I’ve gotten a hit.”
Allie brought the pipe to her lips, then pushing the pipe back in. She held it out to me.
“Er, I wouldn’t mind, but I’ve never done this kind of thing before…”
Allie grinned. “It’s simple kiddo. Keep the pipe in your mouth. I’ll light it, and you inhale. But, keep it in you for as long as you can.”
I nodded. Josh turned his head. “Kelly, you really don’t have to…”
The pipe in my mouth, Allie had already lit it. I tried to hold it in, but I coughed it up almost right away. Once I regained my composure, I looked at him “Got to keep an open mind, right?”
He looked at me with a particular expression. I grinned at him.
“Food, delicious food!” I practically yelled, the pot going to my head. My companions laughed their asses off. “No, seriously, this is the best goddamn food I’ve had in my entire life. My compliments to the chief.”
He grinned. “If only I had one of those aprons that had ‘Kiss the Cook’, but with ‘Kiss’ marked out, and ‘fuck’ written above it’.” He laughed. Allie raised her eyebrow, but didn’t comment.
I laughed. “You really think that’d work? I don’t think a gimmick like that would work. Do you think it’d work? Would you fuck the cook if he had such a tacky apron on?” I was looking over at Allie now. I knew I was rambling, which made me giggle.
She laughed. “Well, the food WAS delicious, and he IS good looking, but I think the apron would kill it.”
We high-fived. Who knew enemies could bond over pot?
Josh had called his Dad, telling him that we didn’t get everything loaded up and we’d be staying the night, since by now the sun was down. Russell didn’t have any objections, but told Josh to ‘be careful’. He left to go inside, and came back out with a bottle of tequila.
He poured us all a glass, though the shot glasses he used were more like doubles. He lifted his, and said “To bury the past.” We took our shots; it was another first for me, and god! The burn was terrible. We sat there, quiet. I was staring at Josh, who was staring at the pool, and Allie, who was watching me watch him. I noticed and stopped. She had an evil grin on her face.
“Let’s play a game. Truth or dare.”
Oh god. Looking back, this could have either been a great thing, or a terrible idea. But my current mental state went with “Fuck yeah! You’re first. Truth or Dare?”
She laughed. “Let’s start fun. Dare.”
“Take another shot!” She complied, which brought it with my turn. I went with dare, myself. She grinned at me, which made me think this was a bad idea. “Spin the bottle!”
Even with the tequila and pot, I knew what she was doing; trying to gross me out, so that she could have Josh all to herself. I wasn’t going to lose this game, though. So if it landed on Josh, it would only help me. And if it landed on Allie… why not? I spun, and the bottle pointed straight at her.
I was still going to use this to my advantage, though. She held out her cheek, thinking I’d take the easy way out. Instead, I got up, sitting in her lap, moving her chin with my finger. She looked at me, a bit of shock in her face. I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers, my hand around her neck, my tongue pushing its way in. I felt hers meet mine. I opened my eyes, looked over at Josh, and winked, while Allie’s was closed.
It was Josh’s turn. “Truth or Dare?” I asked him. He smiled, responding with a ‘hold on’, repositioning his hard on in his pants. We all laughed. “Truth… I’m not extreme as you guys.”
I smirked. “Who’s hotter… me or Allie?”
His eyes widened like a deer in headlights. “Oh come on! That’s totally not fair!”
We all laughed. We kept teasing him after he said we were both “Equally beautiful”. We tried baiting him for more, but he wouldn’t bulge. He turned and looked at Allie, and prompted her with the question. She chose dare again. He grinned. “Do a naked cannonball off the roof.”
I thought she’d back down, but she shrugged. She used this dare to her own advantage as well, slowly stripping her bottoms off, and then letting her top slowly drop. She walked around the house, climbing onto the roof, and then jumped in. She came back up, and swam up to the edge of the deck. “Well that was fun, but it’s no fun being naked by myself. Why don’t we ALL get in the pool naked?”
Josh looked at me with worried eyes, but mine devoured him. I stood up, pulling the string on my bottoms. They fell to the ground, and I undid my tops as well. I reached up, pulling my hair out of its pony tail with exaggerated movements and looked over at him “Well?” I asked, letting him get a good look at my body before diving in. I heard splashing a moment later, seeing his torso but nothing else.
Allie perked up. “Hold on a sec..” She ran out of the pool into the pool house, kicking on the speakers, and some eletronica started playing. She dove back into the pool. “So that wasn’t a turn.” She looked over at me “Truth or dare?”
I went with dare. She had a wicked look. “Make out with Josh.”
(Hey baby?)//Say my name play your game//Wanna do me?//Wanna Screw Me?
I know she did it to try to gross me out, but as I said before, I was using this for my advantage. I swam over. Josh’s face went pale. “If this makes you uncomfortable…”
I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his crotch poke at my tummy. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.” My arms found their way around me, and our lips connected. But then, I was scared. Did I push it too hard? Hesitant kisses followed. His arms were around me, but we only lightly kissed each other.
“Yawn” Allie said, and I could feel her grin on me. I sighed. It was time to roll the dice, go all in. I reached up, whispered in his ear. “This doesn’t disgust me. I find you incredibly attractive and I wished we would have done something last night. Now please, if it doesn’t disgust you, kiss me.”
I’m your pet//make me wet (hey baby?)//Don’t ya stare//I don’t care//Want some fun?// Make me cum//
His hands found purchase on my ass, and squeezed hard. He pressed his lips into me, and our tongues met, going at each other. My hand found its way up to his hair, grabbing it tight. I felt him moan against me.
Tie me up//Pin me Down//Flip me over upside down
I let go of him, hearing a small whimper from him. I looked over at Allie. “I want both of you. Let’s go inside.”
We ran like bats out of hell. We got inside, and we all dried off in the bathroom, so that we wouldn’t track any water anywhere. I then recalled a particular porno I had watched a few nights ago… I grinned over at Allie. “You want to know something funny?”
Make me make that fucking sound
This was fucking torture.
They had my arms tied up around the back of my computer chair, and my feet tied together, while they teased me relentlessly. Hell, the sight of my sister and Allie on my bed turned me on just by its’ self. At the moment, they sat on their knees, arms around each other’s necks, slowly massaging each other’s tongues. They didn’t lock lips, so they could tease me with the sight of their kiss.
Kelly’s hand moved up the length of Allie’s body, finding the girl’s pierced nipple and tweaking it with her fingers. The black haired girl broke the kiss as her neck craned back, moaning in pleasure. My sister took advantage of the opening, moving onto the girl’s neck, nibbling at the flesh. “H…hey!” Allie protested. Goosebumps covered the girl. Kelly grinned. “Mmm… all these piercings, you’re into some kinky stuff, aren’t you?”
Allie just moaned in response. Kelly moved her free hand and grabbed the other girl’s hair in her fist, and asked the question again. “Ye… Yes!” Allie moaned. Kelly grinned over at me, then licked the girls neck. “So, if we had a strap on… would you fuck me while I sucked my brother off? Would that get you off?”
I had no idea where this side of Kelly was coming from, but cum was literally leaking from my cock, creating a little puddle on the carpet. Allie didn’t answer again, just moaning. Kelly looked over at me again, fake sighing. “What am I going to do with this girl?” she asked, and then bit into the girl’s shoulder. Allie moaned hard against the pleasure, and I watched as the girl’s hips shook.
Allie panted hard, looking over at Kelly. “Jesus, girl… that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
Kelly smiled. “Glad I could be of service… but I think he needs attention. Look at all that cum. I think it’s going to waste, don’t you?”
Allie laughed. “I’m… a bit tired right now. You go at it. Be over there in a sec.”
My step-sister crawled over on the floor. I was hoping she was going to free me; her hand moved to my foot, but just slowly inched up my leg until it found its way onto my cock. She started slowly stroking it, looking bored. I, however, was about to cum. She looked deviously at me, grabbing her hair bow and wrapping it around the base of my cock.
“Go…goddamn it!” I moaned hard. I was just about to cum, and now it wouldn’t… well, come! She grinned, and then attacked my dick with her mouth, sucking me off. I thought my sister was pretty innocent, but she was taking it well. She only took a couple inches, but her tongue attacked it, soaking it with her saliva.
Allie had come up behind her, spanking her on the butt. “Sit up a second!” Kelly did, and Allie found her way under my sister. My dick twitched hard at the sight; Kelly was sitting on Allie’s face as Allie ate the blonde out, her hands on the girl’s hips. Kelly ground her hips into Allie, while she sped up on my cock, taking more of it into her mouth.
She didn’t last long, though. Only a minute or two into it, her hips shuddered, and she collapsed on the other girl. She started panting, raising her hips to let the girl up. She looked up at my face, still slightly breathless. “I’m guessing you want to cum, right?”
“If I don’t soon, I’m going to die.”
She snorted. “I doubt that.” She pulled the hairbow off, stroking my cock with her hand. “Cum for me. Cum for your sister.”
I did just that. My hips buckled, my dick twitched, and I shot the biggest load of cum I’d ever ejaculated onto my sister. Her face, hair, chest was covered in my sperm. She laughed. “I’m going to clean this up. Why don’t you untie him?
She left the room, and Allie removed my restraints. I rubbed my hands; they were sore, almost as sore as my cock. Yet the sight of the black haired girl, her pierced nipples, in a few minutes I was hard again. It helped that she was fingering herself to give me some more “incentive”
Kelly entered the room. Allie and she made eye contact. Then they had a conversation I thought I’d never hear in my entire life.
“So… I know you have something for your brother here. You want to have him?”
Kelly shook her head. “I do… but, not like this. I want him to myself. I want the whole romantic experience, not the drunken tumble.” She smiled. “But have at that monster. I don’t think I could handle it, anyway”
To know that I’d be having a go at my sister, whom I was living with, and basically had free access to? That really got my dick going. But she laid down on the bed, spreading her legs. “That doesn’t mean you can’t give me another orgasm though…”
Allie gave a wicked smile. “I like you…” she laid on top the blonde girl, attacking her crotch, her ass up in the air. I moved behind her, guiding my cock into her own. Allie moaned as I slowly guided my cock into her; to be honest, it was my first time, and I don’t think she was ready for me, no matter how wet she was. But eventually, she warmed up to me, and my hands gripped her hips, and I started slamming into her, taking out my pent up lust into her.
We were all moaning, groaning. Kelly’s back had arched as Allie moved up her body, kissing the blonde, their tongues wrestling, their fingers attacking each other’s clits. All the pent up lust in the world couldn’t keep me from cumming again, however, as I pulled out and shot my load all over Allie’s back. It wasn’t soon after my sister screamed us with her own final orgasm.
The shower is tiny, like the rest of the house, but we all squeezed in. I’d like to say some kinky stuff went down, but I think we were all tired; a combo of alcohol, sex and pot will do that to you.
In fact, we got out of the shower, and we all curled up into bed together, and I got to say, it wasn’t such a bad day.
Lyrics copyright respective bands:
Mudvayne: Not Crawling
Avenged Sevenfold: Bat Country
In This Moment: Daddy's Falling Angel
Hey Baby: Deadmau5 feat Melleefresh
Been awhile! Depression is a BITCH. Let's go over the emo checklist:
[x]Girlfriend leaves you
[x]Huge medical bombshell, followed by
[x]News that you have to have risky surgery to fix huge medical bombshell that
[x]Doctors knew about for at least a year and didn't tell me about, and
[x]Doctors probably caused in the first place!
I hope it's up to my usual standard. It took me a long time of off and on writing to finish. Like I said, depression is a BITCH... you don't want to do shit but sleep, and even when your not sleeping, you're still in bed staring up, not leaving. Takes all your effort to get out of bed.
But humans are resilient, and Assassin's Creed 3 / Liberation came out, so there's that as well. And Dishonored is kind of a let down.
Anyway! I'm having surgery done in a month, but I don't think it'll interfere with writing, so I think I can (hopefully!) say I'm back.
Til next time, your crippled, but humble host.
Wow, a new update, on page three, with no replies, while stories that haven't been updated in years are bumped over this?
Nice chapter rin. Try not to stress yourself out too much, and I hope your surgery goes well!
Bump for this refreshingly awesome and very well grounded story! Thank you Rin!
I appreciate it. To be honest, I didn't think anyone enjoyed the chapter, so I kinda stopped writing again.
To be honest, I'm not sure if people are enjoying the other story, Ultimatum, and writing two stories at a time is becoming cumbersome. Maybe things will change once I'm out of surgery, but at the moment life is just one big hassle.
Weird, I don't know why it didn't save my tripcode. That was me.
I prefer Ultimatum only because it provides a plausible explanation for the totally implausible situations (like this last chapter). If it's a hassle though I'd say drop one (your choice) and work on one thing at a time. No sense in making it a chore or stressing you out.
If you don't mind me asking, what did you find so unplausable? The three-way?
Like I said, I'm trying to base this as deeply as I can into something "normal". With alcohol, anything is possible... though there are always repercussions the next day
Oh it's a three way...okay I guess
oh...they're tying him up
I fail to see how that explains why you thought the situation was implausible?
Having been in similar situations (never have gotten that far, but damn it looked like it could have, cept for the whole being related to a participant thing.) in my opinion it is very possible when alchohol is in the mix.
Rin, your work is beautiful. May a squadron of beautiful vaginas find their way to your crotch by day's end.
Got TWO.. count them, TWO chapters about ready for deployment; one for this story, and a special edition of Ultimatum. The Ultimatum chapter is 80% done, and this chapter is about 40%. The Ultimatum was going to be a "Holiday" (bah humbug) special, but I didn't realize how bad rehab would kick me in the ass.
But tomorrow is new years eve, and I plan to get /wasted/, perfect cure for the blues. So as soon as my hangover calms down, you should expect content.
Four day hang-over. Impressive, and I go by Boston standards.
Haha, actually had a two day one, couldn't sleep for shit. Thursday I slept all day and night and Friday had yet another doctor appointment.
Working on them now, I'll either have one/both up tonight or tomorrow.
Espolone Tequila, Jagerbombs, and Bufflo Trace, oh my!