Geekby Rebecca Feinerhosen and Damon MayhemPart Three |
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That night, after Joey was gone and his mother was asleep, Angel woke up. It was not yet midnight and the apartment was still. The traffic had died down to a dull roar pierced by ambulances and distant dogs whining against the siren. Angel locked the door to his bedroom, his heart thumped violently in his chest. Omygod, Omygod. What if Mom catches me, oh fuck oh..... I'd be so FUCKED. She'll send me off somewhere. Even so, he obeyed his passion and retrieved the stained relic from his sock drawer. He'd stolen a pair of his sister's panties last week. He knew his dick yearned for a silken trophy of insest, even way back when Mom used to give him and Jenny both tub baths together. And he had to snatch a pair from her room before she packed every last white cotton fantasy into her college suitcases. And Jenny would be missing from his keyhole forever. The once white panties were crusted with a man's portion of cum. Angel wrapped the panties in his hand and started stroking his cock. Oh yeah Jenny. Ohhh yeaahhhhhhhh. Take it, TAKE IT college slut. Oh yeah. Yeah. Oh OH fuck er, you bitch. You dirty little Cunt. Oh, oh, OH. Oh god. Jenny. Take it, take IT. Take it you CUNT. Bitch. Ahhhhhh..... Drool dripped from his chin and he quickly started to clean up the cum from the carpet. "Midnight." Angel smiled at his goldplated Klingon watch from the 3rd season. There was still a blast of hormone on his sweat. His giz had completely filled the soft crotch of Jenny's white panties. His thin, spider vesseled cock still pulsed it's last heaves of pleasure. It was the stroke of midnight when his Little Boy blew the horn. Angel laughed at his cock while it waved Jenny's undies like a victory flag. "ANGEL?!?" His Mom's voice was RIGHT behind the door. It pierced the keyhole and made him freak the panties from his cockhead to the floor. "oh shhhit...." Angel whispered in the turmoil of juvenile secret sex and curious parental ears always scanning the halls. He was only a keyhole away from giving his Mom the eyeshot of her life. "Yeeee... yeah Mom?" is all he could get out in the flutter of grasping at unmatched socks and noticing too late that he had put Jenny's undies on inside out. "What is it? I'm changing." "Oh, it's nothing really honey." Mom said just behind the door. He could hear it when she rested her hand upon the door nob, but she never bothered to follow through and used it. The fact Mom stayed put while he positioned his dick inside his sister's undies made him feel so nice and raunchy. He was falling as he stuck one foot stupidly in the leg of his tan trousers. Mom spoke again outside the door: "I just think it's weird that Jenny's room is locked." Angel stopped short. His pants dropped to his ankles and his half hard prick flopped in front of him. It was poking over the rim of Jenny's undies. He smiled at it. "Angel?" His Mom asked again. He could hear her tugging and badmouthing at his sister's room across the hall. "Could you help me?" Angel had the biggest comic book smile on his puss when he sang: "Coming mother!" They had to knock down the door together. It was fun for the both of them. Mom took flying leaps and hurt her shoulders a few times. One impact sent Angel's glasses careening over the bannister and a lens cracked on the welcome mat downstairs. Mom looked at the shattered eyewear from the second floor, but Angel was focussed on the door. What was on the other side? It must be that missing girl Dickie he kept getting flashbacks about. Her pasty white face. It was smiling. That twisted white face of Dickie girl was smiling at him on clouded splashpages of memory. He hated her for drugging his first beer. She was so damn jealous of my sister Jenny. Jenny, with her pretty little highschool chick cliques, and her fuzzy little shirts and her pining little boyfriends. I told Dickie girl all about Jenny's soft beauty that night in the 7-11 parking lot. Hoping to change her mind about Jenny. I confessed to her about my thoughts of insest about my sister. I thought Dickie girl would like the story I told her. I thought I was being cool by opening up to her. Telling her my lust for my sister over a beer in a 7-11 alleyway. Back by the dumpsters. Where the cops couldn't see them swigging Miller lites with their under aged lips. It was the danger that made Dickie girl his obsession. That was his first date with her. Dickie girl from work. But she didn't have to go and drug my first brewsky. Angel had exploding inside his head as he finally broke through that blasted bedroom door. |
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