Storm Bringer
copyright 2010 by Sailbad
Part: 1 of 1
Warning: Explicit sexual content. Distribution to minors forbidden.
Disclaimer: This following is a work of fiction intended purely for
the entertainment of its reader. Any depiction of persons living
or deceased is purely coincidental.
Summary: A phantom creature haunts the nights of women who live in
this lonely, prairie home. From beyond our dimension Yog-Sothoth
reaches to sex up lone females to the point of exhaustion.
The strangest things on Earth are not always legends from faraway
lands or new discoveries from unexplored corners. The unbelievable
can be found in the most ordinary of places, as unambiguous as our
own back yards. They can range from the mere uncommon to the
unimaginable, sublime to terrifying, and all of them secrets waiting
to be found.
Somewhere amidst the rolling ocean of Kansas wheat there stood a
modest two-story farmhouse. It was a lonely building not at all
unlike others in the area that were built in the mid-nineteenth
century. It might have been swallowed in the monotony of the great
prairie, but this house had a strange aura about it. Alluring to
some but repulsive and terrifying to most, the forlorn house seemed
to hold a haunting secret. Some sinister mystery connected to the
structure’s surroundings, centuries old and maddeningly out of
place.
The old farmhouse was a Spartan, clapboard-sided building with few
windows. Not graced with the charm of nineteenth century American
gothic, it presented itself as little more than an abode for poor
people of the land. It stood hidden in the center of, along with
its assorted outbuildings, three large, evenly spaced, symmetrical
hills that obscured it from view. Cloistered in this hollow, five
cottonwood trees grew in a tight cluster around the house.
Unnaturally large, they seemed to stand guard over house against the
sprawling nakedness of the plain and at the same time to draw life
from the antiquated structure as if it emanated an inexplicable
sustenance. The entire sight suspended from the end of its narrow,
gravel lane which snaked through the wheat like a frail umbilical to
the world of oblivious routine.
For many years the property itself had belonged to Keziah Mason.
She was a vigorous, old widow from parts east who rented out the
surrounding farmland for her income. Not much was known about the
old woman but that she shunned visitors, fiercely guarded her
solitude, and rarely ventured outside the hollow. Many said the
aged recluse was darkly insane. Others said she was a witch and had
damned the place with dark spirits and daunting spells. Children
brave enough to venture over the hills on dark summer nights traded
stories about shrieks mixed with insane laughter, or lurid
entreaties. Locals told of violent dark clouds that spun round and
danced over the hollow on stormy nights. All manner of spooky tales
and strange accounts were attributed to her and the house both
before and after her death. When her body was found by the grocer’s
delivery boy, lying naked on her bed in an upstairs room with the
sheets torn and clutched tight in her fists, the speculation soared.
For many years the house sat empty but eventually passed to a
bachelor farmer who never reported anything unusual about the place.
He lived there peacefully and prosperously for years. He was a
friendly sort of fellow and welcomed his neighbors warmly. People
visited regularly and gradually the locals lost their fear of the
old place. Within two generations, the stories were completely
forgotten and the old legends died.
------
Kelly woke that morning to pleasant relief. In the early morning
hours a tremendous thunderstorm had rolled in. It washed the
parched earth clean and brought down a coolness that bathed the
morning air. Kelly lay still under her sheets and lazily waited for
the last remnant of drowsiness to crumble away. She hated being the
first one up in the morning and listened for the telltale clatter of
her aunt or cousin in the downstairs kitchen before she went down to
greet the day.
She was spending the summer at her Aunt Helen’s house in the
country, along with her daughter and Kelly’s favorite cousin, Lisa.
This had always been her favorite part of summer vacation: three
weeks of swimming, riding horses, and fun. Her aunt was the older
sister of Kelly's mother, and worked as a color and graphics writer
for a far away ad agency; (her mother had always said that Helen was
the brains in the family) and her talent afforded her the luxury to
live wherever she wanted. Helen’s husband had been killed by a
mugger when Lisa was 14 and she moved them to the open prairie to
get away from the dangers of city life.
Kelly bounced out of bed and went rummaging through her clothes to
find something appropriate to put on. She could not go downstairs
with her boobs hanging out. She found a comfortable t-shirt and
pulled it over her head and she plodded to the door. Luckily, the
bathroom was still free and she ducked in for a quick pee. She sat
on the toilet, mused about the day’s potentialities for a while, and
then rose to splash some water on her face and dry off before
joining everybody in the kitchen.
As she bounded down the stairs she caught the faint smell of
cinnamon and knew her aunt must have baked rolls for breakfast. She
could hardly wait. Turning the corner into the kitchen she found
her cousin Lisa sitting at the table, lightly perusing the morning
paper.
“Well look who fell out of bed. It’s that kid from the city who
can’t ride horses,” said Lisa in her usual morning humor.
“Oh, shut up,” Kelly scolded. She hugged her cousin about the neck,
gave her a peck on the top of the head, and slid around behind her
to take a seat at the table.
Plopping down in a chair, she ventured an inquiry to what was
foremost on her mind. “Where are the cinnamon rolls?” she eagerly
asked.
“Www… Cinnamon?” came her cousin’s reply. She looked up from her
paper and glanced toward her mother’s room.
“The cinnamon rolls your mom just baked.”
“Uh, Mom’s still in bed,” Lisa retorted. “What cinnamon rolls?”
“I smelled cinnamon rolls when I came downstairs. Did you hog the
cinnamon rolls?” She playfully swatted Lisa’s arm.
“I’m tellin’ ya, there’re no rolls. Of course, if you wanna make
some, I won’t stop ya.”
“That’s just weird, I smelled cinnamon,” Kelly said. She could have
sworn she smelled them and was worked up about the idea of her Aunt
Helen’s homemade rolls fresh out of the oven. “So why’s your mom
still sleeping,” she plied as she swiped a section of the paper Lisa
was reading.
“’ don’t know,” Lisa responded distractedly. “Sometimes… she works
late. Yeah, she works late. She’ll probably sleep most the
morning.”
The room went quiet as the two young ladies scanned through the
morning news. “’ you wanna go riding again today?” Kelly lazily
probed. The true beauty of summer vacation was not pressing to any
great hurry or tight schedule of activities. She nudged her cousin
under the table with her foot.
“Nmmm, too muddy,” came Lisa’s response as she read. “Why don’t we
take Mom’s car and go into town? There’re some cute guys I want to
look up.”
“How cute?”
“If you left your bra at home, you wouldn’t regret it,” she winked
at Kelly and Kelly’s face lit up at the thought of fresh game.
Kelly never understood why her sophisticated Aunt Helen would want
to leave the city. It seemed to Kelly that an intelligent,
energetic woman like her aunt would wither away to nothing in this
vacant prairie. But she had not; in fact, if anything, she had
grown more vibrant and aware. What ever. Kelly figured that it was
not her problem; they lived well out here on the plains, and
everyone seemed happy enough. Kelly was 18, and would be a freshman
in college when she returned home in the fall. Lisa was a year
older, and would be heading back to her school shortly; the three
weeks of their annual summer vacation together would probably be the
last time they would get to see each other until next summer.
They were not the little girls that played together in the sandbox
anymore, Kelly had come to realize. They were now big girls with
all the burgeoning sexuality that came with it. Their lives were
changing; she was growing increasingly excited at the thought of new
challenges and new opportunities, even though the idea of facing
them frightened her. She was an active girl and had played on the
volleyball team for years. She had cut back a bit recently, though.
Her figure had changed; her sinewy frame had filled out into a quite
pleasing woman-shape and the bouncing and jarring hurt her now ample
sized breasts unless she took the precaution of tying the rogues
down. She switched to swimming which gave her a thorough workout
without the abusive physics. People could tell she was going to be
taller and prettier than either her mother or her Aunt Helen. She
got her robust build, thick red hair and deep blue eyes from her
father and people were weary of a feisty temper to go with her
physical traits but she really had none. Not to say she was not
passionate; she was well tempered. Kelly always chose to wear her
hair long. It was curly and she did her best to keep it from going
frizzy. Lisa pried her to cut it and assume the freedom and
practicality of a short and sassy look but Kelly firmly declined
each time; she had long ago decided that she was more old-fashioned
and preferred her classic look. She was not blind, more than once
she had caught town boys from Lisa's circle of friends nearby sizing
up her long slim physique, her generous and shapely breasts, and her
uncomplicated beauty; she had seen the looks on their faces before
they turned away in embarrassed haste, when they realized they had
been caught staring. But, they were only boys, and while they were
eager and friendly enough, she simply was not interested.
Lisa, Kelly’s cousin, was shorter by several inches. She was of
smaller build but by no means frail. She had a tight, muscular body
that showed the benefit of her many years of gymnastics. She was
pixie-ish cute with fine facial features and wore her blonde hair
short and stylish. She seemed to suffer from a perpetual "Country-
Girls' Syndrome": stuck on a farm way out in the hinterland with
only a small town nearby, she amused herself by adopting the styles
and manners she picked up from magazines and TV. She spent most of
her free time riding horses (for fun) and reading the thick volumes
from the shelves of her mother's personal library (she was
determined to be more than just some farmer's wife); she reveled in
her supple, athletic body (and the effects it produced on the boys
and male faculty at her school). She was anything but fragile; the
boy who forgot that was in for a surprise (and a black eye). Her
breasts were smaller than Kelly's but still proud, firm peaks (she
never wore a bra), and Kelly had caught her sneaking envious
comparing glances on more than one occasion. Though their bodies
and minds had changed and grown, they were still best friends and
they would still enjoy their summer together as they always had.
This was also shaping up to be the hottest and dampest summer they
could remember, and they spent a lot of time riding their horses
down to the lake to cool off (much to the delight of every teenage
boy in three counties). The long days stretched on before them into
the promise of a fun and relaxing vacation.
The two rode into town and had their fun at teasing the local male
population while taking in all the sights rural Kansas could
provide. It was a time for the two girls to exercise their life
long friendship and reflect on the changes life and nature had made
on them over time. After their fun in town, they strayed back to
the farmhouse to find Kelly’s Aunt Helen awake and glowing with a
peaceful joy that seemed to match the fresh summer air.
------
It had turned especially hot in the week that followed, and that
particular day had been the worst, nightfall had done nothing to
bring relief. The bright full moon floated in a mostly cloudless
sky, illuminating everything in high contrast; whatever was not lit
up in its flat silvery glow was the purest black. A symphony of
crickets sang out in the yard, and the frogs down in the cow-pond
were backing them up in force.
In the still darkness Kelly felt the sweat collect on her skin.
Beads gathered and trickled down her skin to soak in the crisp,
white bed linen. Her every move caused the sheets to stick to her,
combining the discomfort of the heat with a frustrating entanglement
to her bed. She wished her aunt had put air-conditioning through to
the upstairs rooms or at least a ceiling fan. Like every other
night, she had opened both windows in hopes of catching any kind of
breeze in the stifling Kansas air that seemed to press down upon her
from all sides. The sweat on her skin gathered into droplets and
the droplets into rivulets than ran slowly over her flesh. Down her
arms, around her neck and slowly between the valley of her breasts
they teased as they sought their paths to the wet sheets about her.
When the stagnant oppression became too much for her she tossed off
the confining sheets and sat up. She gathered her chemise in her
and pulled the soaked garment up her body and over her head. It
clung to her ample boobs which bounced free and jiggled on her
chest. Tossing the damp attire into the hamper in the corner, she
arched back; stretching her skin taught and let darkness kiss her
tormented flesh. A small thrill shivered down her spine as her
newly exposed tits bobbed freely in the night air. Lying back down
on the bed she blew on herself to experience the brief chill
spilling over her naked body. Goose bumps rose on her skin and she
shivered against the short relief. She pushed the clinging locks of
hair from her neck and over her pillow and her limbs searched for a
cool place to lie. She tried once again to focus her mind on sleep.
She was thirsty. A quick jaunt downstairs for a glass of water
might stay her restlessness. If nothing else, air moving over her
damp skin would soothe her irritation. Clad only in her skimpy,
diaphanous white cotton panties, she rolled out of bed and padded
quietly to the closed bedroom door. The soaked material clung to
the round globes of her butt cheeks which caused the crotch panel to
tug teasingly at her pussy as she walked. The delightful sensation
tugged on her awareness and before she reached the door the friction
against her sensitive mound awoke erotic urges within her
adventurous mind. The feeling of her breasts swaying unhindered in
the open air only added to the urge. The notion of getting herself
off enflamed her mind. And what better way to fall asleep than
after a couple of really big climaxes? As she placed a hand on the
doorknob she cupped the other over her mound and pressed against it.
Yes, the response greeted her with a surge of pleasure that promised
more. She was no newcomer to the subtle art of masturbation and she
knew well what she could evoke upon her blossoming body with her
skillful touch. Her body had grown so wonderfully sensitive in all
the right places and her ability to pleasure herself would have her
swooning back into dreamland in no time. She rubbed harder for
several seconds, relishing the waves of pleasure as she slid her
middle finger back and forth along her cleft through the cotton, and
then forced herself to stop. She opened the door slowly and eased
out into the hall, listening intently.
The floorboards creaked as she tiptoed down the hallway to the
stairs. The air brushing lightly over her moist skin refreshed her
senses and she felt her nipples harden. The wanton act of creeping
nude through the house added to her piqued lust. She stepped
daintily down the stairs, her breasts bounced and swayed freely
before her and she made her way quietly to the kitchen. As she
passed by the window, the moonlight contrasted the pitch-blackness
of the room. She was startled by movement and glancing out the
window she caught the shadow of gathering clouds creeping over the
lonely hills. Maybe, cooling relief was on the way. The light of a
digital clock over the stove cast the kitchen in an eerie green
pallor that chilled her mood and put her on edge. A shiver of
fright went through her and her skin flushed in a wave sweat through
her pores; a rush of dizziness seized her. The time read 01:15,
still enough time to get in a good night’s sleep.
Kelly placed a hand on the kitchen table to steady herself and
leaning against it, she felt her way toward the refrigerator humming
resolutely in the corner. From the cupboard by the corner her hand
found a glass and drew it out. Still a little woozy, she leaned
against the counter for support and held the glass beneath the
faucet as she turned on the cold water she knew would be nowhere
near cold enough. She opened the freezer door to get a couple of
ice cubes and gave a small gasp as the frigid air poured over her,
causing her skin to break out in goose bumps again. She closed her
eyes, spread her knees and stood on her tiptoes, head thrown back,
letting the icy draft bathe her in relief. She threw back her head
and shook her hair loose from her shoulders, letting the cold pour
over her breasts and down her belly, and between her creamy thighs.
She grabbed a hand full of cubes and dropped them into her glass.
While she let her water cool, she took another cube from the tray
before closing the door. She brought the solitary cube to her lips
and traced their outlines with it. As it melted, drops of cold
water dribbled down her neck and between her tits. She followed the
drops with the cube, tracing their path down her throat and stopping
at her breasts. She cupped one heavy orb in her other hand and then
slowly dragged the ice over to her nipple. Round and round she went
until nipple ached with its stiffness. She moaned.
Kelly now needed relief from something else entirely. Tossing the
ice cube into the sink, she picked up her glass of ice cold water
and gulped it down. She drank a second glass more quickly, then
lightly splashed her face and neck to wash away the sweat, letting
the water trickle down between her breasts and spill down to her
panties. Suddenly she became aware of a strong smell of cinnamon in
the air, just like the other morning. She did not let it concern
her too much; it was not an unusual smell for a kitchen. She placed
the glass in the sink and braved the dark passage back up the stairs
to the guest room. The rumble of thunder assured her relief from
the heat was on the way.
Half way up the stairs she noticed that cinnamon scent was getting
heavier. It was when she crept past the partially opened door to
Lisa’s room, with the smell its thickest, she first heard the a
slight but steady creak of bed springs and amidst them Lisa’s soft
moan. She caught herself and remained still to confirm it. It was
definitely the creak of a bed and with it the soft sigh of a young
woman in the throes of pleasure. The thought of what it meant made
Kelly’s heart leap in excitement. She froze in her steps, eagerly
listening for more, her mind pouring over what lurid pleasures her
cousin might be treating herself to just on the other side of that
door. Was she having a really good dream? Was she indulging in the
same self-gratification Kelly herself was about to engage in?
Perhaps she sneaked a young lover into the house. The creaking of
the bed became more pronounced and Lisa’s obviously enraptured moans
rose to accompany it. Kelly was amazed that her aunt could not hear
from her room downstairs Lisa’s chorus of barely-suppressed gasps,
sighs, and whimpers even though Lisa was consciously struggling to
keep herself as quiet as possible. Kelly determined that her cousin
had not heard her trip downstairs; in fact, she sounded so far lost
in her joy that she probably was not aware of much of anything.
There was no mistaking; Lisa was getting something good and Kelly’s
curiosity, or perhaps her longing to be part of it, lured her
closer. An image formed in her mind of her trendy cousin diddling
herself or maybe in the arms of a young stud; she had to know; she
had to see; whatever it was, she needed to be included in it.
Shaking off apprehension and her better judgment, she crept closer
to the door, trying not to make the squeaking floor betray her
presence. With her head turned aside and her ear pressed to the
open crack she listened to catch every creak of the bed, every
rustle of sheets as Lisa labored toward her bliss. The closer she
got to the enraptured struggle the greater the lust grew in both her
heart and her loins; arousal consumed her. It was not just some
mere, creepy, voyeuristic impulse to her, she felt drawn to the
center of lust’s calling. She wanted to be part of this wanton
dance of delight and Lisa was its core. She wanted to touch Lisa,
be part of what Lisa was feeling, mount her rising excitement and
cum with her. Kelly was now committed to join whatever was taking
place in Lisa’s room. She only hoped her intrusion could be
forgiven well enough for her to gain acceptance. She prepared
herself, ran her hands through her hair, moistened her lips, and
pressed herself against the door. Her breathing was coming in quick
pants, a matching tempo to Lisa’s own. As the door opened, Kelly
thrust her head into the gap and her senses were immediately
immersed in what was before only a bare notion. The smell of
cinnamon was thick. The sounds of sex were strident and all about
her. Luckily for Kelly, the door did not creak. Not that anyone in
the room would have noticed. The symphony of sexual engagement that
surrounded Kelly was such that she doubted the participants could
have heard her let alone been distracted. Kelly was no virgin and
she had indulged in enough debauchery to know that Lisa was in too
deep to care. With the door opened, she stepped into the room but
with the door between her and Lisa’s bed she could not see what was
going on.
At that moment, Lisa gave a particularly deep and very telling
groan. Kelly quickly realized it was loud enough to be heard
downstairs. She gave a quick glance down the hallway to make sure
it was not already too late and then gently eased the door closed
without a sound.
When she turned back, she was overwhelmed by the sight before her.
To Kelly’s amazement, Lisa was alone. She lay on her back in the
center of her bed with her filmy, satin nightgown pulled up into a
bunch just above her breasts. The faint moonlight through the
clouds glistened in the perspiration on her skin and outlined her
form in the darkness. Her slender hands clutched at the sheets on
the bed and her heels were dug into the mattress. Her body was in a
large arch with her nude hips thrust upward to the ceiling. Kelly
could discern from the rigid tension of her muscles beneath the
otherwise softness of her form that she was straining against the
throes of delight. Her head was back, eyes closed, mouth open, and
lips stretched tight against her white teeth. Her chest heaved from
her urgent panting and her perky breasts and notably hard nipples
pointed skyward. Her golden hair was soaked in sweat and swung
about her face as she shook her head from side to side. From where
Kelly stood, the smell of cinnamon was overpowering and she reasoned
it must be some kind of body oil or lotion that Lisa used as an
accompaniment to her self-gratification. Now it became obvious to
her that Lisa was getting herself off. She could now make out the
cause of Lisa’s affliction, a pillow that she had wadded up between
her thighs and was grinding against it with the thrusts of her hips.
Lisa’s hips twisted and pumped seductively in the air like some lewd
belly dance as she sought her relief against the cushion. Kelly
could make out the wetly erotic sounds of Lisa’s efforts and she
felt chills of sexual excitement churn through her. As she watched,
she felt her self-restraint slip away and she longed to join in her
cousin’s joy. Meanwhile, Lisa’s passion rose to a new level and she
began voicing it in an endless stream of moans, sighs, and
obscenities.
Kelly never knew her subdued, refined cousin to swear, yet now she
was breathlessly whispering "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck
me..." like the mantra of a wild whore. Out of respect for the dark
ferocity seizing Lisa, she tucked herself back against the wall,
beside the nightstand, out of sight
Kelly watched her blonde cousin’s torso heave and her firm titties
jiggle as she pumped and worked the pillow between her legs. Lisa
threw her head from side to side, biting her lip and grunting as a
powerful climax, one of a long succession, racked her small, athletic
frame. Her body shook and convulsed as her orgasm ran its course and
not one beat did she miss in humping her hips into the cushion
clamped between her thighs. The raw lust of watching so intense and
yet so intimate pleasure washed over Kelly. She found it hard to
believe her sophisticated cousin could surrender herself to such
abandon, it was a side to Lisa she had never known. Kelly slowly
lowered herself to her knees. She longed to join the spectacle and
feel what Lisa was feeling. It looked to Kelly as though Lisa would
not be ending her romp anytime soon; it gave her plenty of
opportunity to meld into her cousin’s scene. Lisa was oblivious to
Kelly's presence; her senses had been reduced to the wonderful space b
etween her legs and the need to please it.
Kelly watched Lisa writhe on her bed and listened to the rising
urgency in her whimpers and coos. The two near naked girls were
gasping in unison now; Kelly’s round, firm breasts rose and fell on
her heaving chest, nipples swollen and begging for attention. As
she fell into the lust of the moment her heart pounded with the
thrill in the sexually charged atmosphere, her pussy pulsed in the
same rhythm.
Kelly felt light-headed and from the rush of watching Lisa’s rapture
play before her. Lisa was now grunting as she worked against the
pillow. Her hips were bucking and grinding in an almost violent and
lewdly suggestive manner. It looked to Kelly that if a man were
sexually engaged with her, he would be getting the fuck of his life.
Kelly trembled as an endless series of electric pulses traced their
way up and down her spine and along her neck behind her ears, her
head growing light from the quickening beat in her panties. Once
soaked with sweat, they were now damp with her musk; she rubbed her
thighs together to feel the sensation of pussy lips rolling her clit
back and forth. She could no longer resist her urge to join in
Lisa’s delight. Almost unconsciously, her left hand traced its way
up her wet torso to cup her heavy breast. She weighed it, squeezed
it, and kneaded it, as would a passion-crazed lover. She pinched
the nipple between her forefinger and thumb and felt the reception
of pleasure through her body. Simultaneously, her right hand seized
the front of her panties and pulled the fabric taught over her
mound. The material dug into her cleft and drug against her excited
nub. She looked over to watch Lisa’s sublimation with heavy eyes,
her breath tearing through her throat. She glowed with the rosy
flush of her lust and she was poised on the brink of orgasm.
Just then, the pillow wedged against Lisa’s crotch moved. In her
highly agitated state of mind, Kelly barely noticed it or its
meaning. She attributed the motion as the result of Lisa’s humping.
Nonetheless, it moved again and changed its shape, all without
Lisa’s touch. Like a picture out of place, Kelly finally grasped
that whatever was pressed against her cousin’s pussy was moving,
undulating, throbbing out and in like a billows. With every pulse
outward, it was growing bigger, swelling. At that point Lisa
released the sheets clenched in her fists and gently lowered her
butt down to the mattress. She thrust her hands beneath her and
cupped her ass cheeks before pushing her hips upward against the
swelling object. Supported on her elbows, she spread her thighs
wide and threw her feet over the sides of the bed. The shape, which
was now apparently affixed to her pussy by its own capacity, began
to heave at Lisa’s pelvis in a pace that was matched by the heaving
of the young blonde’s chest. Lisa assisted the amorphous object’s
effort with a rolling of her hips in a counter-rhythm to its hump.
The thing clung to her sex through her every move though by what
means could not be seen. A thick, wet slurping and slopping sound
rent the air as it pumped against her and Lisa began to laugh
sporadically, deliriously as though at last capturing some maddening
secret. The steady rocking of her hips was being disturbed by
shudders that ran the length of her lithe body.
"Now, ... now... Do It... DO IT NOW!!!" she hissed from between
gritted teeth.
Kelly froze in shock when she first realized the full nature of what
she was witnessing. With a breast still in one hand and the other
still clutching at her snatch, Kelly’s arousal evaporated. With her
mouth hung open and her eyes wide in disbelief she knelt as her mind
tried to rationalize what she saw. Lisa squealed shrilly as was
heard a wet smacking sound. The back of the bulging mass at Lisa’s
pussy began to open up like the petals of a flower. As the pedals
flung outward they sprayed in all directions a thick, crimson,
cinnamon-scented fluid all about the room. Droplets splattered on
Kelly and tingled her skin wherever they touched. A thick stream of
the stuff gushed out from the wispy curls of Lisa’s cunt and ran
slowly up her belly and between her breasts. The tendrils radiating
from the central mass stretched outward and lengthened. They then
flexed inward, toward Lisa’s crotch from all directions. They
reached under her butt, around her thighs, over her hips and belly
until they looked like a large, many-fingered hand held Lisa by her
sex. The tendrils flattened out over her skin to secure their grip
on her and Lisa let go of her ass to hang in the bulb’s clutches.
They cradled her ass and lifted her pelvis even higher off the bed,
forcing her back to arch fiercely, her shoulders pressed deeply into
the mattress and her face buried against her heaving chest. She let
her arms drop to the bed and her legs curled up about her body as
her feet embraced the bloating mass.
As the thing rose with Lisa in its firm grasp, Kelly got her first
glimpse at the yet unseen portion of the creature and realized it
was much more than the bulging blob affixed to her cousin’s crotch.
The flowering mass was supported by a thick stalk that protruded
from the opposite side of the mass from Lisa’s cunt. This
serpentine limb stood on the creaking mattress and extended over the
foot of the bed and onto the floor. From the darkness beyond the
bed the muscular, pulsing tentacle reared over the bed like a cobra
ready to strike and in its mouth hung Lisa’s helpless, ravaged form;
awaiting the beast’s use of her. From all sides the tendrils
wrapped about Lisa’s pelvis and thighs writhed and slithered for
better purchase; tightening and relaxing in unison; positioning and
preparing their victim for its next act. Each contraction of the
center mass was now causing Lisa’s lower belly to swell in time.
With each swell, Lisa grunted lasciviously in response. Each
succeeding expansion of the thing’s head, Lisa shuddered and
twitched uncontrollably as she sucked in her breath. Kelly watched
Lisa’s face. She saw her cousin posed in subjugated anticipation of
what this thing was about to perform upon her. Her mind seemed
drawn in upon itself, awaiting some kind of carnal deliverance.
Kelly felt her lust reawaken as she realized beyond the horror of
what stood before her, her cousin was getting fucked! It was
apparent now that with each contraction of the tentacle beast’s
bulbous head, some organ was thrust deep into Lisa’s pussy. The
cock or whatever it used was drawn back out with every ensuing
expansion of the head. There was no denying in Lisa’s reaction that
she was getting nothing short of the plunging of her life. Kelly
could only imagine what the thing was treating her to beneath all
those clinging tendrils and the tremendous exertion the thing made.
She could tell Lisa skirted the edge of yet another tremendous
orgasm with the obscenely laboring creature driving her on. Kelly's
head spun as she gulped the thick, sweet-smelling air. She trembled
uncontrollably in the grip of her own horniness. She watched the
monster straining and drooling as it plied its prominence into
Lisa’s cunt. Its flat tendrils tugged hard on her skin, holding her
tightly to its task. Lisa welcomed and encouraged it, cooing and
purring as her head rolled from side to side, her jiggling nipples
dancing about on her chest. Her hands reached out to it to embrace
the terrifying head, her fingers tenderly stroked it as to coax it
on. A ceaseless series of wet gobbling and slurping noises rose
from around the tender blonde’s crotch as the thing worked her
pussy. Startling new sounds, deep, low growling grunts came from
the darkness beyond the bed accompanied the beast’s efforts. Small
spurts of pinkish goo began to squirt out from between the greedily
clinging tendrils with each contraction of the snake-beast’s bulging
head, splattering out in all directions about the bed. Lisa, the
bed, and the floor around it were now soaked in the creature’s
spicy-scented secretions. Streams of the thick essence ran in
rivulets down her body and the two appeared to be as one, slime-
coated, writhing entity. She flailed weakly in a sticky pink
puddle; she was trying to summon breath to scream, but the pulses
were coming too quickly now, and she could only grunt and jerk
helplessly with each hammer-blow.
The scene filled Kelly’s mind. Watching the beast savagely claim
and pleasure her sweet cousin filled her with reckless desire and
she wished it were she at the end of that hideous tail. She
remembered her own forsaken body and the hand cupping her breast
squeezed it hard. Her other hand dug into her moistened nest. Her
hand seized the damp material of her panties and tore at it, ripping
open from her leg. Pulling it aside, her fingers delved into her
swollen pussy. Two fingers sank deep up inside her while her thumb
rolled back and forth over her clit. With her arousal already at a
near fever pitch, her cunt hungered for the attention. Waves of
pre-orgasmic pleasure washed through her body; her mind was close to
the brink of absolute release. Her hands worked a well-rehearsed
routine orchestrating her pleasure, teasing it, prolonging it,
nursing the orgasm to the moment she chose. She knelt before the
sexually engrossed pair with her entire body tense and trembling.
Her legs were weak from the strain but she kept herself up,
unwilling to break from this scene. None of her previous sexual
experiences compared to the erotic build-up of this encounter. Her
nostrils flared, her chest heaved, her pulse roared in her ears and
the sweat drenched her skin. Her hands jerked and twitched in the
fury she mercilessly unleashed upon herself. She was so close to
the most epic of climaxes in her young life but she held back,
waiting for the creature’s release.
Kelly’s head grew light and spasms tore at her overloaded nerves as
the inevitability of her orgasm became more than she could control.
She watched Lisa’s rapture flower into ever more urgent thrashings,
betraying her own crisis.
With a high, keening wail and violent shudder, the unendurable
pleasure of whatever the creature was exacting upon her burst
through the pretty blonde. Every muscle in her toned body tensed
and an expression akin to vindictive triumph washed over her face.
The rest was purely physical as her whole body shuddered
uncontrollably in a nervous system overloaded. Her hips jerked
upward spasmodically as if she were lunging them upward to meet a
lover’s thrusts. Her toes curled and dug at the sides of the
clutching bulb; her hands contorted, clenched and unclenched;
milking at some unseen protuberance. Violent as her struggling was,
her body still hung in her snake-like ravager’s firm grasp, at its
mercy. Lisa was consumed in orgasm and resigned to her delivery.
As though triggered by the internal physical reactions of Lisa’s
climax the creature reached the pinnacle of its copulatory deed.
The bloated head of the beast grew larger with each pulse; now big
as a watermelon, its glossy, pebbly skin stretched tight, the whole
thing from heaving head to the long tentacle extending into the
darkness was coated in a stinking oily sweat. It grunted with its
coital labors, louder and more urgent with each lunge. The bulbous
head was shaking Lisa's primed and ready body like a ragdoll; its
pulses gathered speed as it rushed towards it own peak. The pitch
of its grunting climbed along with the increasing pace of its
contractions, an urgent pleading whine for release. It froze
tensely, remaining absolutely still even through Lisa’s quivering.
The tendrils clasped around her pulled tight as the head compressed,
thrusting its member deep into her core and then held it. Kelly
then heard a low gurgling sound from deep within Lisa’s lower
abdomen. Conjugal completion, she figured. Procreation or just
recreation, it had to be gushing its seed within its chosen mate.
The unseen inseminator of the thing that drooled, hammered, sucked,
and twisted at Lisa’s pussy had found its reward. From some deep
recess of her mind’s detachment, Lisa cooed her pleasure at the
gift. The petal-like fingers clutching at Lisa released their hold
ever so slightly and the head expanded out again, signaling a quick
withdrawal. The brief release caused a sweet cinnamon discharge
from around gaps between the tendrils. They streamed over Lisa,
splattered on Kelly, and sprayed all around the room. It was only
to repurchase its grip before driving into her again. The tendrils
slapped tight bout Lisa’s hips and ass again as the head thrust it’s
impregnator into her for re-engagement. Another gurgling discharge
followed by another lilting moan from Lisa. The thrust and
ejaculation repeated over and over, each time weaker than the last,
pumping its pink alien semen into her pussy to overflowing. It was
much more than her body could ever contain, and torrents squirted
out from between the squirming tendrils and washed over Lisa’s body
and bed and spilling out onto the floor, which was already flooded
in a deep slick of monstrous goo.
This was Kelly’s moment too. Coated from head to toe in the
creature’s fragrant issue, her skin burned and tingled wherever the
pink semen touched. The slick, sticky substance had lubricated her
busy hands and she had worked it into her breasts, her clit, and
deep into her cunt. No amount of self-restraint could hold back her
cumming at that point. In fact, her hands quit moving entirely and
she drifted into her climax purely from the mental stimulation of
the scene she had just witnessed. The orgasm that had been building
in her for so long from sheer lust and excitement slammed through
her. An electric pulse emanating from her pussy shot through her
and then reverberated back again washing her body with pleasure that
was almost excruciating in its intensity. She dropped her hands to
her knees for support as her muscles shuddered from the onslaught
and then went weak from the strain. Her vision went black and she
almost swooned from the dizziness. She crumpled against the side of
Lisa’s bed, her head lying in a pool of the creature’s thick, pink
cum. Spasm after spasm the thunderous orgasm continued to rack her
senses and cripple her body with ecstatic joy.
When at last her climax had relented, Kelly just stared absently at
the monster attached to her cousin’s body. Her mouth prickled from
the strange taste of the pink semen, which was everywhere. Her head
lay in a puddle of it, her hair was matted with it, and it dripped
from her chin, her breasts, and her elbows. She watched the
noticeably shrunken and shriveled head of the beast still clung to
its prey. Lisa, unconscious now, still hung from its plundering
maw. Visibly drained from its ordeal, the creature slowly, almost
tenderly lowered Lisa’s pelvis to the slime-covered mattress in a
shaky, halting manner as her legs and arms dropped limply to either
side. Once Lisa’s weight was fully supported by the bed, the
tendrils began to unwrap themselves from her hips, thighs, and ass.
Sliding off from her skin they pulled back into bunches radiating
around the head. Eager to see for the first time what it had been
treating her cousin to, Kelly lifted her head and leaned in to look
over Lisa’s hip. The creature began to pull back and as the gap
opened between it and Lisa’s abused sex she could see what had been
hidden from view. From the center of the head protruded the soft,
pale inseminator, still lodged within Lisa’s cunt. About the
opening from which this tender tube of flesh emerged was a row of
short, round, tongue-like feelers which vigorously flailed around
the inseminator like the tentacles of an anemone. Around this
circle of feelers was a narrow, ridge or lip of flesh which looked
to Kelly to function like a seal or suction cup. She could tell
from how puffy and swollen Lisa’s vulva and labia were that these
organs alone must have worked her over pretty good. Her real
curiosity centered on the phallic organ that had not yet fully
emerged. The thing continued to withdraw and pull its cock out of
Lisa. The last of the inseminator slipped free and the thing reared
up, hunched over her besmeared body with its phallus dangling over
and dripping on the violated pussy.
When Kelly saw the organ in its entirety, she gasped loudly. It was
nearly a foot long and she wondered how Lisa could have taken it
all. As the creature hovered there, regaining its strength, Kelly
risked that the creature knew she was there and regarded her as a
benign presence; she ventured closer. Rising up on her knees, she
reached for the organ to feel it or, maybe, convince it to address
her as a partner. Her trembling fingers touched its surface and it
neither flinched nor took defensive measures. Her fingers gently
closed around it, barely reaching around its entire girth. As if in
response, one of the flat tendrils that had embraced Lisa wrapped
over Kelly’s hand and curled around her wrist in a soft caress. The
inseminator was quite warm, spongy, and yielding to her touch and
she noticed multiple ridges running its entire length which moved
with a life of their own. The organ moved within her hand something
like the way a fat caterpillar inches along. She held it up to the
faint light and looked at its tip. A row of small, stiff knobs
surrounded the end like a crown and in the center, a hole from which
it had rendered its essence within Lisa, winked open and close. She
took this all in and speculated what such broad-ranging capabilities
could do inside a woman. She wondered what delight it would be to
have that big mouth sucking on her pussy while all those busy
fingers teased and tickled around her clit. She imagined what that
long alien dick would feel like squeezed all the way up inside her
and ramming in and out. She thought about how it could twist and
turn within her and what all those undulating ridges would do to
her. And then, at last, that big gush of sweet, tingly cum gushing
in. The beast reared up, high above the bed pulling its slick
member out of Kelly’s hand. The phallus drew back inside the head
and the lips closed over the opening. The petal-like tendrils
stretched outward one last time and then folded back around the
head. It was time for it to make its exit.
The creature lowered itself over Lisa. And then it slid backwards
over the foot of the bed with a bound. Kelly reached for it; she
desperately wanted it to stay. She clambered around the bed on her
hands and knees chasing after it. As she came around the end of the
bed, she saw the thing’s big round tentacle slithering along the
floor as it withdrew back through the open closet door from where it
came. Faster than Kelly could crawl, the thing pulled back into the
closet with hardly a sound. Kelly paused for a moment, leery about
chasing it into its lair, but her curiosity and libido quickly
overcame her caution and she crept quietly to the open door and
peered inside. All that greeted her were blouses, slacks, and
dresses hung neatly on rods, pairs of shoes in rows on the floor and
some boxes stacked in the corner. That was all. No monster. No
portal to another dimension. Nothing to even show it had ever been
there. Kelly doubted for a moment if any of it had really happened.
She spun her head around and looked. There lie Lisa with her
nightie up around her neck and the whole room splattered with pink
slime. She closed the door and tried to rationalize what had just
happened.
A crushing sense of disappointment swept through her. Had she been
rejected? Or had Lisa simply sucked it dry? Maybe it was resting
up in some alien dimension, and maybe, hopefully, it would come back
later, perhaps another night. She looked around the cum-splattered
room and smiled; she knew, deep in the pit of her belly, that once
the strange visitor had recovered its strength and built up its
reserves, it would be back. For HER.
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In the wee hours of the morning, the Earth was kissed again by
another enormous thunderstorm that blew in from nowhere and drove
away the heat; replacing it with a clean and soothing, cool
dampness.
Kelly slept like a baby. Part due to the cool air brought in by the
storm but in large part due to the tremendous sexual release she
attained in Lisa’s room that night. She had crept back to her room
after tucking in her delirious cousin and was herself out in a
matter of minutes, still slimed from head to toe in the monster's
spooge. She slept a little later than usual but woke up with
renewed energy. The instant full consciousness found her, her mind
sprang upon the encounter in Lisa’s room and that thing ravaging her
cousin. She bolted upright and tried to piece together tangible
evidence. Incredibly, every trace of the tentacle's semen that
soaked her had vanished. Kelly reasoned that it had apparently
evaporated in the heat, or maybe the alien goo was made of material
from some parallel universe, something that could not exist for long
in this dimension. She dressed herself and made her way downstairs,
anxious and excited to see Lisa and relive or at least confirm last
night’s fantastic encounter. There were so many questions she
wanted to press upon Lisa. As she passed her cousin’s room, she
noticed it again; that faint scent of cinnamon, not as strong as
last night but lingering in the air just the same. She might have
thought it all just some strange dream, but that small clue proved
to Kelly it was real and she clung to it.
She bounced into the kitchen to find her aunt busy at the stove.
She bound up behind her and gave her a big bear hug.
“’ morning, sweetie,” said Helen. “Finally decided to get up, huh?”
“Ahnnnnh,” Kelly yawned. She kissed her aunt on the cheek, released
her, and leaned back against the kitchen table. “I didn’t know it
was so late.”
“The smell of your Aunt Helen’s blueberry pancakes was too much to
resist, huh?”
“Actually the smell of cinnamon is so strong upstairs I hardly
noticed, but now that you mention it they’re really making me
hungry,” said Kelly. She did not want to bring up what she had
witnessed last night but she did not think any one could miss the
overpowering aroma and she could not play dumb about it.
At the mention of cinnamon Helen froze, nearly dropping her spatula
on the stove. She turned to look through the dining room toward the
stairs and just seemed to be pondering something. She turned back
to Kelly with an assuring smile on her lips. “Listen, sweetie,” she
said. “Lisa is probably going to be sleeping late this morning.
Why don’t you saddle up Dusty and ride over to the pond for a swim
before it gets too hot, hmmm?” She went back about her business on
the stove and scooped up a pancake to lie on top of the ones warming
on a plate.
Kelly did not mention any more about it. She and her Aunt Helen
enjoyed a delicious breakfast and pleasant conversation about when
Aunt Helen and Kelly’s mom were girls. Kelly helped her clean up
and then headed down to the stable and ol’ Dusty.
She had just gotten his saddle blanket on square before it suddenly
hit her. Last night, the encounter, the powerful smell of cinnamon
upstairs, and Lisa has to sleep late to recover. Three days ago the
powerful smell of cinnamon downstairs and Aunt Helen slept most of
the day. “Oh! They’re both getting it,” she said out loud as she
looked slyly at the old house.
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Muddy or not, Kelly enjoyed her ride and had a relaxing swim. She
returned to the house with even more questions about the strange
visitor but Lisa was still asleep and her aunt was holed up in her
study. By mid-afternoon, the thick scent of cinnamon was gone or at
least unnoticeable. Lisa had slept for nearly twelve hours after
her ordeal; she was withdrawn and very tired, but a little smile was
never far from her lips. She staggered downstairs and Kelly caught
up with her on the porch swing, still in her nightie.
Kelly knelt in front of the porch swing so she could speak
discretely. “Well…?” she pressed with a consternating frown.
“Well, what?” Lisa replied lackadaisically.
“What happened?” Kelly insisted. “What was that thing… in your
room… last night?” She kept trying to probe an answer out of Lisa
but it was hard for her to phrase so delicate a question about so
intimate a subject. Kelly’s words just seemed to bounce off her
cousin.
Lisa’s eyes seemed to loose focus as though she were just looking
through her. “Kelly,” she whispered.
“Tell me,” Kelly pleaded. “I want to know. I want… “
Lisa sat up slowly and with the same distracted look of distant
thoughts, she bent forward, took Kelly’s cheeks in her hands, and
kissed her on her forehead.
In frustration Kelly watched her cousin rise and weakly stumble back
in to the kitchen, not saying another word.
Neither girl brought up the topic of inter-dimensional monsters or
even sex again; Lisa acted as if nothing had happened, and after a
few casual probes about being exhausted that were brushed aside,
Kelly had concluded that maybe Lisa was embarrassed at being
discovered. She decided not to bring the subject up unless Lisa
chose to volunteer anything. It was possible that she remembered
nothing at all, or may have assumed it was all a dream, but Kelly
refused to believe that. Lisa and Helen were both just being greedy
and trying to keep the wonderful visitor a secret. If asked why she
was being so quiet, Lisa would simply blame her fatigue on the heat
and change the subject. She went about her daily routine as if her
muscles ached; she fed and groomed her horses slowly and
distractedly, but she did not go riding.
Probing her Aunt Helen was even more difficult and twice as
frustrating. Whether she was too fast asleep or just chose to
dismiss it, her aunt had not heard anything last night. Helen
sequestered herself in her study for the rest of the afternoon and
was inaccessible for further questions. By that point Kelly
reasoned that both her cousin and her aunt had to know from her
pointed questions that she was on to their late night goings on.
Still, they refused to let her into their club or let her know how
to join and it was starting to make her angry. She sulked for a
while; she played quiet, gave them the cold shoulder, and basically
went out of her way to let them know she was unhappy with this
treatment.
Meanwhile, she formulated a new plan. She would stay up late and
try to catch them in the act. How could they deny it then, let
alone exclude her? Furthermore, maybe the thing just might pick her
room next time. After all, she did introduce herself. She would be
ready for it. She took an afternoon nap to be sure.
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It was late at night when Kelly climbed from her bed. She had lain
awake for hours listening for any telltale moans or other such
sounds of delight coming from her aunt or cousin’s rooms. It was
now 01:30, if the creature were making a visit; it would most likely
be now. For the third time that night, she crept slowly to her
door, turning the knob she pulled the door open and poked her head
out to listen. All was quiet but she needed to make sure. Walking
on tiptoes she glided down the hallway careful not to step on any of
the squeaky parts of the floor. She passed by Lisa’s door. She
could hear only her cousin’s breath coming in the slow, even pace of
deep sleep. No ravishing going on in there. She continued to the
stairs. She scooped an arm under her heavy breasts to keep them
from bouncing painfully and eased down into the dark. Again,
carefully avoiding the known floor squeaks, she advanced on her
aunt’s room. Listening at her door she detected not a sound, nor
any trace of the cinnamon smell. She waited to make absolutely sure
but then the frightening notion that the creature might be checking
her room at that very moment struck her and she quickly made her way
back to her bed.
Once back in her room she silently shut the door and sniffed the
air. No, nothing yet. She unbuttoned her nightshirt and slipped it
over her shoulders. Fully nude, she felt through the darkness with
her supple skin. She was so sexually charged she tingled. Kelly
padded over to the rocker and took the two big pillows she had
pilfered from the living room and placed them in front of the closet
door. She arranged them with one leaning on the other to put
herself in a reclining position. Next, she had to prepare her body
for this encounter. She took a long drink from a glass of ice water
she had retrieved earlier. Then, the lip balm which she applied
liberally around her lips in anticipation of all the heavy breathing
she knew she would be doing. Lastly, she took a jar of Vaseline and
dipped in her fingers. With a big glob she spread it between both
hands and then smeared a good quantity around the inside of her
creamy, soft thighs, her full hips and her round butt cheeks so
those tightly gripping tentacles would not irritate her. She
hesitated and thought about that big phallic member, bigger than any
she had ever taken, and she wondered about a dab for her pussy. No,
it might not like that. Besides, if Lisa could take it then so
could she. She wiped her hands on her breasts and down her ribs,
marveling at how the moonlight glistened on her sensuous curves.
She pushed her hair back over her shoulders and shook it free. She
had to be the most desirable woman in the house tonight. How could
a horny creature pass up something like this?
Kelly lowered herself onto the pillows facing the closet. She
settled her butt into them and then slowly lay down until she was
stretched over them with her boobs pointed at the ceiling and her
knees spread wide. She hooked her arms around the corners of the
pillow and tested her range of motion. With her feet planted on the
floor, she rocked her hips up and down, a motion any guy would go
crazy over. She pumped her hips a few more times and imagined the
fucking she was about to get. One hand and then the other snaked
their way up her chest and found her round globes. She squeezed
them and pinched the nipples. The image of that erotic monstrosity
seizing her and plying her flesh played in her mind. She knew this
would be the most exotically thrilling night of her life and she
could almost feel what the creature had in store for her. A
trembling hand broke free from its assault on her stiff nipple and
slid down the tantalizing curves of her abdomen, seeking her
attention craving pussy. Her fingers teased their way through the
tangled curls and into her moist slit. She needed something quick
to pique her mood and two fingers aptly surrounded her clit. She
worked them in a circle, round and round, sliding that insatiable
piece of flesh in the way she had done for years. Like habit, she
felt herself slip into the fast track to gratification. A climax
like an old trusted friend embraced her hips and poured soothing
warmth and chilling excitement through her nerves. Her muscles
tensed as the jolt of pleasure spread though her.
Kelly cupped both hands over her mound and savored the delight her
pussy had just given her. She glowed with sensuality. She
alluringly arched her back, pressed her butt into the pillow, and
drew her legs up, knees bent with her toes pointing towards her firm
ass; she gripped the backs of her shapely thighs and spread them as
wide as she could. Her tight and tender pussy aimed squarely at the
closed closet door. She tilted her head back and relaxed, her mind
floated on the anticipation of her approaching ecstasy. A ripe,
voluptuous, and very horny young maiden was primed and ready to be
sexually serviced. She was, in whole, an open invitation impossible
to ignore.
Unfortunately for Kelly, she went ignored and she woke up the next
morning stiff from head to toe, lying naked in front of her closet,
in a glaze of Vaseline, completely un-ravaged, and feeling quite
silly.
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It was all her imagination. It had to be. What could she have been
thinking? Her cousin was fucking an invisible closet-monster? How
crazy. It had to be some kind of dream or maybe heat-induced
hysteria. And what could her cousin and aunt be thinking about her?
Her withdrawn behavior and all of those weird, sexually tinged
insinuations she had been dropping? She had been a jerk and she
needed to straighten up. She hoped they could forgive her.
Kelly walked the long road of conciliation that day. She tried very
hard to make it up to her innocent aunt and cousin for her flighty
behavior and bizarre assumptions. She was terribly embarrassed by
her own conduct but luckily, all was forgiven. She was glad they
did not probe her for what she was thinking or they might have
thrown her out of the house. Kelly had to admit herself that the
incredible conclusions she had jumped to were far too bizarre to
have been real and was quick to embrace mold-induced hallucinations
as the only logical explanation for what she thought she saw.
With all amends made, Kelly had a delightful day of riding,
swimming, flirting, and general laziness. At the end of the happy
day, with the dishes done and no pressing needs confronting them,
all three women lounged on the porch talking, laughing, and amusing
themselves with whatever distractions available until almost
midnight.
Lisa strummed her guitar while making up song parodies that teased
her younger cousin’s naïve romantic notions. Kelly was working on a
crossword puzzle in the back of an old teen magazine she found in
the living room and paring Lisa’s sarcastic jabs with her suburban
wit. Helen was working her needlepoint and bemusedly chiming in to
the conversation for sport. The mood was very light and all three
were reveling in the joy of summer on the prairie. Kelly was
happiest of all because she had been forgiven and her moody
misbehavior behind her.
The two girls continued their banter but Aunt Helen gradually
dropped out of the conversation. As Kelly continued to tease Lisa
on her bold claims, Helen rose and walked slowly to the edge of the
porch. She took the post at the top of the stairs in her hands,
hugged it to her, and leaned her slender frame against it. Kelly
watched her gazing into the distance. There was a small gathering
of clouds on the distant horizon. Her aunt inhaled deeply of the
summer evening air and it seemed to take her away to some pleasant
memory.
As abruptly as she had risen, Aunt Helen turned to Kelly and walked
toward the porch swing. Standing before her, she brushed Kelly’s
hair aside and tenderly cupped her hands about Kelly’s face. She
bent down to kiss Kelly on the forehead and then smiled wistfully at
her. “I’m going to turn in,” she said while Lisa babbled on
absently in her retort to Kelly’s last jab. Helen stopped as she
crossed over the threshold to the house. Looking out again toward
the horizon she announced, “It’s going to storm tonight,” and passed
on into the house.
Lifting her head and turning toward Kelly, “Oh,” exclaimed Lisa in
the middle of her chatter. Her face was poised on the edge of happy
surprise, a knowing smile on her lips. “I think I’ll be turning in
too,” she said in complete counterpoint to their light-hearted
exchange. She rose and knelt before the porch swing, giving Kelly a
big hug.
“Well, don’t sleep too late,” Kelly told her. “I’d like to go into
town and interview some of these suitors of yours.”
Lisa pulled back and with the same assuring smile said, “Don’t worry
about that. You just get up when ever you feel like it.” She rose
and started through the door. Pausing, she said, “Don’t forget to
turn off all the lights.”
“Sure,” Kelly said over the top of her magazine.
“Kel. It’s important. You have to turn off the lights or…,” she
sternly added again as she gazed out into the distance. “Just make
sure they’re all off.”
“I’ll handle it, chief,” Kelly responded with a salute and a mock
serious tone. She continued her puzzle for a while longer, not
really watching the time.
She eventually grew tired and gave up her crossword for bed. She
was careful to turn off all the lights and check the doors. Closing
the last door, in her bedroom, she shed her clothes, dropped her
body backward onto the middle of her bed, and began inventory on the
happy thoughts in her head. Dismissing them one by one, she wrapped
herself in her favorite, a sex fantasy, and waited for sleep to
overtake her. As her fingers crept slowly over her anxious flesh,
she heard the creak of her closet door followed by the soft hiss of
something sliding over the wooden floor. An overpowering scent of
cinnamon suddenly wafted over her.