LikeClockwork
Moon
- Joined
- Jul 30, 2014
The car hummed softly as he drove the car slowly up the winding road that led to his house. It was nothing more than a small tributary of cracked asphalt and overgrown shrubs. Despite its somewhat ramshackle initial appearance the road was actually quite well maintained, and the light displayed a peculiar and splotchy quality that seemed unique to his childhood home.
The old house where his parents lived, a boring affair with brown vinyl paneling and simple construction, sat nestled at the base of a large yard that sloped downward from the street to the house. It was a beautiful day. The air was crisp and warm, not too muggy and damp like the weather from his current home. The air also smelled somewhat cleaner here, with just a tinge of saltiness from the sea that was just a mile away from them.
He pulled into the driveway. Mark's simple, maroon car purring softly and rattling to a gentle stop. He hadn't been home in months. His job at the base had kept him distracted and too busy to take any sizable portion of leave for several months now. It was the longest that he had been away from his family for some time. It was good to be back.
He stepped out of the car, unfolding as he shifted and stood to his full height. He was well over six feet, with his hair cut neatly and his angular jaw powdered with a fine amount of coarse black scruff. He was broad-shouldered and his limbs were long, lean and muscular. He wasn't built like a brick house, neither was he a slender whip of a man. He grunted and made his way towards the front door, passing his sisters car on the way in.
It was one of many of their small family gatherings. His cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, grandparents, his sister and her fiance, they would all be there.
He felt a slight stirring in his jeans at the thought of his sister. It had been a long time. The thought of her brought back intense flashes of memory, sweating bodies writhing together, teeth scraping, hair pulling. He grunted as he shouldered his backpack and walked inside his childhood home for the first time in months.
The old house where his parents lived, a boring affair with brown vinyl paneling and simple construction, sat nestled at the base of a large yard that sloped downward from the street to the house. It was a beautiful day. The air was crisp and warm, not too muggy and damp like the weather from his current home. The air also smelled somewhat cleaner here, with just a tinge of saltiness from the sea that was just a mile away from them.
He pulled into the driveway. Mark's simple, maroon car purring softly and rattling to a gentle stop. He hadn't been home in months. His job at the base had kept him distracted and too busy to take any sizable portion of leave for several months now. It was the longest that he had been away from his family for some time. It was good to be back.
He stepped out of the car, unfolding as he shifted and stood to his full height. He was well over six feet, with his hair cut neatly and his angular jaw powdered with a fine amount of coarse black scruff. He was broad-shouldered and his limbs were long, lean and muscular. He wasn't built like a brick house, neither was he a slender whip of a man. He grunted and made his way towards the front door, passing his sisters car on the way in.
It was one of many of their small family gatherings. His cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, grandparents, his sister and her fiance, they would all be there.
He felt a slight stirring in his jeans at the thought of his sister. It had been a long time. The thought of her brought back intense flashes of memory, sweating bodies writhing together, teeth scraping, hair pulling. He grunted as he shouldered his backpack and walked inside his childhood home for the first time in months.