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Casketslinger
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- Mar 2, 2016
Mike staggered up the stairs and down the hall, having to stop and lean against the wall atleast twice before he covered the short distance to Lilian's door. He reached out for the knob but missed it and ended up leaning against the door with his shoulder and his cheek pressed against the warm wood. "Lilllll.....Lilly......Little little Lily....Did you hear me? WE CAN FUCK NOW.....We won't get yelled at for it....Mom and Dad like it....it's cool.....LIL is your door locked? Are you playing hard to get?" Mike drunkenly slurred.
His hand slipped down the the door knob and twisted it, finding it not locked, even the weight of his body leaning against it, forced it open and inch before it came closed again. "Are you leaning against the door LIL? LIL? Let me in LIL...." Mike was saying when his father called up from downstairs.
"Everything alright son?" Jack hollared from downstairs.
"Yeah Dad....everythings jussss fine. Lily's just playing games, I think she wants me to push through her door and take it from her." Mike called out, but he was starting to feel funny. His stomach was starting to clench up, almost like blue balls, but it couldn't be that, he'd already came twice today, once in his mother's hand after fucking Lily and then again in the backseat of the cop car when Chloe had taken an ass fucking from him.
"That's the spirit son, give it the ol' Duncan try! Your mother likes it when I man handle her too! Pound it till she walks funny!" Jack called up with a laugh. "I'll let you two have some privacy." He said before walking off.
"Kay Dad..." Mike said, but he was already sliding down the door, the funny feeling in his stomach had turned into something far more dire. The muscles of his abdomen cramped and twisted and the euphoric headspace he'd been in started to throb hard enough to blur his vision. He'd been drunk before, having snuck a cheap bottle of vodka he and his teammates had celebrated after winning the state finals last year, so he didn't think the single beer he'd just shared with his dad could manufacture such adverse effects.
Mike let out a low lone groan as he clawed at the carpet in the hall. On all fours he crawled across the hallway and back into the bathroom he and Lily had just shared this morning. His whole body had broken into a cold flop sweat and the light in the bathroom hurt his eyes, but he managed to pull himself up to the toilet. His usually strong arm could barely manage to lift the toilet lid far enough to get his head over the lip of the bowl, the lid falling back down on it when he couldn't maintain his grip.
Mike's stomach gave way spewing it's contents back up in three big wretches, the toilet seat covering his head helped drown the sound. The puke hit the water and splashed back onto his face as it only hung inches from the water level, disgusting but cooling at the same time. After a few more dry heaves his stomach relented it's revulsion and his head began to clear. He pulled his head free from the clamp of the toilet and leaned back against the cool tile wall, breathing deeply as his wits started to return to him.
Did his father just try drugging him? His body must have rejected whatever it was, because as he sat there his brain started thinking more clearly again. His earlier anger about the situation he'd found himself in started to return and he wondered how he could have been so complacent with it just a few minutes ago. His father had just explained that his suspicions about them being in a cult were complete founded. Not only that but that they were going to continue to be so and that he and his sister were going to be forced into some weird sex ritual.
Mike's mind switched to Lily, she was hiding in her room, terrified right now. She was sitting against the door barring his entry and no matter how bad they'd ever fought in the past she'd never done that. What sort of fresh hell was he in right now? Mike slowly got to his feet, reaching into the shower and turning on the cold water. He stripped down and got in, feeling the shock of the ice cold water flood over his body and head.
His mind clearing he began to think, How was he going to rescue his sister and himself? What about the other kids? Chloe? Tommy? What about the Clifton twins, their parents had been at everyone of the neighborhood parties. He couldn't worry about them, his first priority was saving his sister. Lily was perfect and pure and he would be damned if he was going to let this fucking cult pervert her.
Mike shut off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself. He felt much better and he had a mission. He was going to save his sister and himself and they were going to escape. They's find somewhere safe where this fucked up cult couldn't touch them. He stepped back out in to the hall and quietly rapped on Lily's door again. He leaned close and whispered.
"Lily....It's me Mike....I feel better now, you don't have to worry. Let me in we need to talk." He said, trying to impart his strong mental state to her so that she would believe him and not think it was some trick. He was going to go in and tell her everything if he could convince her to open the door, but she may not and he could blame her after everything that had happened today.
His hand slipped down the the door knob and twisted it, finding it not locked, even the weight of his body leaning against it, forced it open and inch before it came closed again. "Are you leaning against the door LIL? LIL? Let me in LIL...." Mike was saying when his father called up from downstairs.
"Everything alright son?" Jack hollared from downstairs.
"Yeah Dad....everythings jussss fine. Lily's just playing games, I think she wants me to push through her door and take it from her." Mike called out, but he was starting to feel funny. His stomach was starting to clench up, almost like blue balls, but it couldn't be that, he'd already came twice today, once in his mother's hand after fucking Lily and then again in the backseat of the cop car when Chloe had taken an ass fucking from him.
"That's the spirit son, give it the ol' Duncan try! Your mother likes it when I man handle her too! Pound it till she walks funny!" Jack called up with a laugh. "I'll let you two have some privacy." He said before walking off.
"Kay Dad..." Mike said, but he was already sliding down the door, the funny feeling in his stomach had turned into something far more dire. The muscles of his abdomen cramped and twisted and the euphoric headspace he'd been in started to throb hard enough to blur his vision. He'd been drunk before, having snuck a cheap bottle of vodka he and his teammates had celebrated after winning the state finals last year, so he didn't think the single beer he'd just shared with his dad could manufacture such adverse effects.
Mike let out a low lone groan as he clawed at the carpet in the hall. On all fours he crawled across the hallway and back into the bathroom he and Lily had just shared this morning. His whole body had broken into a cold flop sweat and the light in the bathroom hurt his eyes, but he managed to pull himself up to the toilet. His usually strong arm could barely manage to lift the toilet lid far enough to get his head over the lip of the bowl, the lid falling back down on it when he couldn't maintain his grip.
Mike's stomach gave way spewing it's contents back up in three big wretches, the toilet seat covering his head helped drown the sound. The puke hit the water and splashed back onto his face as it only hung inches from the water level, disgusting but cooling at the same time. After a few more dry heaves his stomach relented it's revulsion and his head began to clear. He pulled his head free from the clamp of the toilet and leaned back against the cool tile wall, breathing deeply as his wits started to return to him.
Did his father just try drugging him? His body must have rejected whatever it was, because as he sat there his brain started thinking more clearly again. His earlier anger about the situation he'd found himself in started to return and he wondered how he could have been so complacent with it just a few minutes ago. His father had just explained that his suspicions about them being in a cult were complete founded. Not only that but that they were going to continue to be so and that he and his sister were going to be forced into some weird sex ritual.
Mike's mind switched to Lily, she was hiding in her room, terrified right now. She was sitting against the door barring his entry and no matter how bad they'd ever fought in the past she'd never done that. What sort of fresh hell was he in right now? Mike slowly got to his feet, reaching into the shower and turning on the cold water. He stripped down and got in, feeling the shock of the ice cold water flood over his body and head.
His mind clearing he began to think, How was he going to rescue his sister and himself? What about the other kids? Chloe? Tommy? What about the Clifton twins, their parents had been at everyone of the neighborhood parties. He couldn't worry about them, his first priority was saving his sister. Lily was perfect and pure and he would be damned if he was going to let this fucking cult pervert her.
Mike shut off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself. He felt much better and he had a mission. He was going to save his sister and himself and they were going to escape. They's find somewhere safe where this fucked up cult couldn't touch them. He stepped back out in to the hall and quietly rapped on Lily's door again. He leaned close and whispered.
"Lily....It's me Mike....I feel better now, you don't have to worry. Let me in we need to talk." He said, trying to impart his strong mental state to her so that she would believe him and not think it was some trick. He was going to go in and tell her everything if he could convince her to open the door, but she may not and he could blame her after everything that had happened today.
