HOUSE OF SINS(erotica shorts)

Chapter 6

Mmmm..." I woke up slowly, thinking I was still dreaming as I felt something warm and wet and incredibly soft around my d**k.

I needed to pee and I had a stiff morning erection. I reached down to feel it and found a cloud of soft, brown bedhead with my fingers. Marcia had spent the night and now she bobbed up and down on my c**k, sucking me gently and using a lot of tongue. I kept my eyes closed and thought of waking up next to some hot guy. A college football player with muscles all over his hard body, sucking my c**k after f*****g me all night long.

Marcia knew I'd woken up, since I kept playing with her hair, and she straddled my hips with her thighs. Her p***y felt a lot like her mouth, being hot and moist inside, but not as small. The walls of her v****a felt mushy as she rode my p***s, rocking me hard and fast because she probably worried that I lose my erection. I didn't though. I really needed to use the bathroom and it got uncomfortable as I felt the need to c*m growing in my balls.

My hands went to her hips, still fat and jiggly like her t**s, and I squeezed her as I lifted my butt to f**k her deeper. When she started cumming, her p***y only felt a lot wetter and Marcia dropped her t**s onto my chest and started kissing me with soft moans and hungry whimpers. Her tongue filled my mouth and I kissed her back, even though I worried about my breath. Kissing anyone first thing in the morning didn't seem like a good idea.

She didn't seem to care though and I just wanted to c*m. It felt good to f**k her like that, but I wasn't into her that much and I hated feeling guilty before I'd even had breakfast. I pretended like f*****g her was the greatest thing in the world though. I held her tightly, sliding my hands up and down her back while she rocked her hips and f****d my d**k. I didn't c*m for a long time and she got off again, getting me even wetter as her juices spilled around the shaft and down my balls. My bed had a growing wet spot and I couldn't believe how juicy Marcia could get.

"Ummmm..." I sighed and after what seemed like an eternity my semen finally spurted into her p***y.

"Yessss..." Marcia breathed, kissing my ear and biting it gently. "c*m inside me. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered and after my orgasm finished, I really wanted to get up. "I gotta use the bathroom."

"Me too," she said, kissing my mouth and her brown eyes were shining and she couldn't stop smiling. I'd never seen her so happy and that made me happy.

"We should get up," I told her, but she only kissed me again. "Marcia..."

"I don't want to," she breathed, pushing her tongue into my mouth and my d**k was still inside her, not really getting soft at all.

And then I felt her piss washing around my p***s in a hot flood and I started pissing too. I couldn't help it. As soon as I felt her pee, my bladder gave up and my piss jetted into her p***y, washing the semen out of her as it drained around my d**k and mixed with hers. We kissed the whole time too. Marcia wouldn't let me go and her tongue tickled mine while we pissed together and made a serious mess on my bed.

"My mom's gonna kill me," I sighed as my soft d**k fell out of Marcia's p***y and we were soaked down there.

"I'll help you clean it up," she sighed happily with her face buried in my hair. "That was so nice. Thank you."

"Hmmm..." I had to smile at that and I almost felt like a real boyfriend for a change.

My mom hadn't come home as it turned out and so we cleaned my bed, dragging the mattress outside and washing it with the garden hose. That turned out to be a lot more work than we planned, but at least it was clean.

"It's gonna take a week to dry," I said and Marcia laughed so I sprayed her with the hose and then we had a water fight.

That was pretty fun.

"Hey!" Marcia yelled from the living room a little while later as I put on some dry clothes. She'd stripped naked and put on my mom's bathrobe before going back downstairs.

"What?" I yelled back.

"Your television doesn't work!"

"Did you break it?"

"No!"

I pulled on a pair of tight, baby blue short-shorts that Mr. Moore had bought for me. They were made out of nylon stuff and had a white stretchy belt and a heart-shaped plastic belt buckle. Definitely girly, but I liked the way they felt and I didn't wear any underwear. I grabbed a plain white t-shirt and went downstairs. Someday, I told myself, I'd wear those shorts outside the house and get a hot guy to notice my butt, except I knew I wouldn't.

"Hmmm..." I tried all the channels, but nothing worked. "Maybe it's the cable company."

"Must be," Marcia sighed. "Stupid cable company. I wanna watch MTV!"

"God!" I rolled my eyes. "Turn on the stereo. Are you hungry?"

I walked into the kitchen as she played with the little stereo we had. It wasn't fancy or anything, but it worked pretty well. I opened a can of soup when the Beach Boys started playing.

"There's no radio either," she said a minute later. "And your music sucks."

"It's not mine," I told her. "Blame my mom. I think that's Mr. Moore's CD anyway."

"Well," she sniffed. "His music sucks."

"I dunno," I said. "I kinda like it."

Marcia grinned as I started singing the Barbara Ann song, but I didn't really know the words. It was fun anyway and we had chicken noodle soup and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. She only had half a sandwich though, saying she wanted to be skinny or whatever, but she had to be starving. Then we danced for awhile and that was fun. Marcia danced naked for me and tried to do it sexy like my mom, but she didn't really know how.

"Isn't it weird having a stripper for a mom?" she asked and I shrugged.

"You're talking about my mom, remember?"

"Yeah!" Marcia grinned. "I forgot."

"She's not a stripper anyway," I said. "She used to be an exotic dancer, but she quit."

"Now that she's not getting married though..."

"Yeah." I shrugged and I hadn't really thought about it. "I guess she'll have to go back to work."

Mr. Moore had been paying our bills, that and Mom's unemployment because she'd told the government she'd gotten laid off and they'd believed her. I wasn't sure how it worked. We got money from my dad too, you know, every month he'd send us a couple hundred bucks to pay for me and the alimony, except Mom didn't get a lot of that, I didn't think. Money was something Mom spent; I never really worried about it.

"Where do you think she is?" I asked, letting Marcia pull my head to her lap as we sat on the couch.

"Probably getting fucked."

"Hmmm..." I made a face staring up at Marcia's t**s as they hung over me. She played with my hair, sitting back and putting her feet on the coffee table. I could feel her pubic hair tickling my neck.

"I could be a stripper," she said. "I mean, an exotic dancer. I just have to lose like fifteen pounds."

"Maybe."

"I bet they get f****d all the time too," she sighed. "Like right there, you know?"

"I don't know," I said. "Mom brought a lot of guys home."

"Your mom's hot though."

"Yeah."

"She could work at a donut shop and get f****d if she wanted."

"Is somebody a little horny?" I teased her and Marcia stuck her tongue out at me.

"Always," she agreed. "Aren't you?"

"Sorta," I replied.

"I just wanna f**k all the time," she said. "It's all I think about."

"Maybe you're a nymphomaniac." I grinned and she laughed.

"Ha! I hope so!"

Why is your mattress leaning against the garage?" Mom asked the second she walked through the kitchen door.

"Huh?" I looked up from the macaroni and cheese Marcia had cooked for us.

Mom wasn't wearing the cheerleader outfit anymore. She'd changed clothes somewhere and now wore a pair of boy's jeans that were way too big for her. She had someone's belt cinched tightly around her waist to keep them up and a flannel shirt tied around her t**s and rolled up at the sleeves. Her hair was a mess, kind of all over and looking greasy as it clung to her skin, and Mom's makeup was a mess too. She looked like she'd just fallen out of bed or something and she smelled like s*x.

"That's my bathrobe," she said, looking at Marcia. "That's okay. I have to get ready anyway."

"Ready for what?" I wondered as Mom walked through the kitchen and out of it.

"Kyle and Brad picking me up in half an hour," she called out, her voice fading as she went up the stairs. "We're going to a party."

"Kyle and Brad? Who are they?" I yelled, but Mom didn't answer and Marcia just frowned.

"God! I wish I was her," she sighed. "Just for one day."

"Why?" I stabbed some macaroni with my fork.

"Just so I'd know what it feels like to look like her."

"She's not a supermodel," I said with a grin, trying to cheer her up.

"She might as well be around here," Marcia replied and she kinda had a point. For being in a small town in the middle of nowhere, my mom looked pretty amazing, but there were a lot of pretty girls running around.

"Pretty girls are a dime a dozen," I decided and maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"Thanks a lot!" Marcia frowned. "You're such a fag sometimes."

"Sorry," I sighed, and I had a lot to learn about girls.

The doorbell rang about twenty minutes later.

"Hey," some guy grinned at me and I'd seen him before. He went to high school, but I didn't know his name. They both did.

"What's up?" the other guy said. "Is Bambi here?"

"Who?" I blinked at them.

"Bambi?" he repeated. "Your cousin, right?"

"You're that fag all those guys f****d, right?" the first guy asked. "She told us about you."

I frowned as they laughed.

"Shut-up!" Marcia said loudly, standing behind me with her arms crossed. "God! You guys are assholes!"

"Hey, Marcia!" The one on the left grinned at her. "What are you doing off your back?"

"Hi guys!" Mom said brightly. "Ready to go?"

She'd swiped my silver short-shorts and I never would have believed they'd fit her. I guess that spandex stuff stretches a lot though and Mom wasn't that much bigger than me except in the hips. I could see her p***y though. Everyone could as the shorts rode super tight between her thighs and everywhere else. The seam went between her p***y lips and they puffed outward against the nylon as if her swollen vulva had been painted silver.

Above that she wore one of my old t-shirts, a black one with the yellow Batman logo, and it barely covered her t**s as they stretched the cotton mercilessly. Her n*****s were hard and obvious and she looked like a total slut, especially with her hair in pigtails again. She'd done up her face to look like an over-developed high school girl and the two boys practically drooled on their shoes as we all stared at her.

"Tell your mom I'm sleeping over at a friend's house, okay?" She kissed my cheek. "I think I'll be back in the morning."

"You think?" I asked dumbly and Mom giggled.

"Bye-bye! Have fun with your girlfriend!" she said, pushing the two boys out of the way so they could leave.

"See ya round, faggot!" one of them said and the other one had already grabbed my mom's ass.

"Don't get the slut pregnant!" he said and all three of them laughed.

The door closed and I looked at Marcia.

"Your mom's crazy," she said and I nodded.

"I don't think she's my mom anymore," I sighed. "Bambi. Jeeze!"

We cleaned the kitchen and watched the old Matrix movie on DVD, the first one because the other two are pretty dumb. Actually the first one is kinda dumb too after you've seen it a hundred times. I guess most movies are like that though.

"I better call my mom before she freaks out," Marcia decided after that. She hadn't seen her parents in a day and half already. "I can sleep here again, right?"

"Yeah. It's cool."

"Your phone doesn't work," Marcia said a minute later. "There's no dial tone or anything."

"Really? That's weird." I checked the television and the cable was still out, same thing with the radio. "Nothing but static."

"You think it's just here?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "The lights are still on anyway."

And then they went out.

"You jinxed it," Marcia said with a giggle, kind of a nervous one. "Have you got a flashlight, or some candles or something?"

"Umm ... Somewhere," I said, bumping into a chair. "Ouch."

"Careful."

"Man! It's dark," I said, feeling my way towards the kitchen. "There ain't even any lightning or anything."

"Sunspots."

"At night?"

"I don't think the sun cares," she said with a laugh. "It's pretty big."

"Moon spots."

"The lights are out everywhere," Marcia told me as she looked out the window and I could barely see her as my eyes adjusted.

I found the flashlight, but the batteries were nearly dead so I left it off in case we really needed it.

"I should go home," Marcia said. "My mom's gonna worry. You wanna sleep at my house?"

"You think I can?"

"I used to baby sit you," she reminded me. "I'll just say your mom had to work or something so she asked if you could stay with me."

"That might work," I agreed. "It even sounds like something my mom would do, if she wasn't so busy being my cousin."

"She's probably f*****g both those guys right now."

"Yeah," I sighed. "They were kinda cute."

"They're assholes."

"Yeah, but..." I grinned at her in the dark. "You'd f**k them."

"So?" Marcia was pouting, I could tell, and I stopped teasing her.

She didn't live that far away, but her house wasn't exactly close either. About a mile, I guess, maybe more and Marcia drove us in her mom's old Datsun. She didn't have a car of her own yet and her parents kept telling her to get a job if she wanted one.

"What's that?" I asked and it seemed very strange driving around a totally dark city.

"Accident," Marcia said and four or five cars were piled up in an intersection. Probably because the stoplights had stopped working all of a sudden.

She made a right turn, cutting across a Wells-Fargo parking lot and some guys were bashing at the ATM machine with hammers. Marcia went faster and I stuck my head out the window staring at them.

"This is kinda bad," I said, feeling a little rush of adrenaline as we found ourselves going the wrong direction.

"Yeah," she agreed, squealing the tires as she took another turn because the next big intersection had a lot of flashing lights. The police were there and I couldn't tell if it was another accident or not.

Some places looked almost normal, except they were dark, but one place had broken windows and some guys were looting televisions and toasters and I didn't know what else. The power had only been out for like an hour and people were already going crazy, but there weren't even any phones working. Being in the dark made things look different too and I got disoriented with all the turns, maybe even lost in the city where I'd been born.

"Where are we?"

"By the Civic Center," Marcia said and I was glad she knew, because I didn't. "This is kinda scary."

Two fire trucks came roaring towards us with flashing lights and sirens and Marcia pulled over and nearly hit another car as it flew out of a pitch black parking ramp. My heart kinda stopped and my head bounced off the doorframe as the car jerked to the left and then Marcia overcorrected to the right and I fell into her. Behind us, the car we'd almost hit got plowed by the second fire truck and I thought all that smashing and the gut wrenching screech was us for a second.

"f**k!" Marcia straightened the car out and took her foot off the gas as we almost clipped a fire hydrant.

I looked behind me, but all I could see were the flashing red lights and some headlights pointed crazily into the sky like skinny searchlights. A minute later we went past a Seven-Eleven and some guy was shooting a gun and it looked like somebody had driven an SUV into the gas pumps. We both ducked at the noise and Marcia stomped on the gas pedal again. We were gonna die just trying to drive across town! She got off the main street and drove slower and we found ourselves near Piper's Peak about ten minutes later.

"I thought we were going to your house," I said as she took the turn.

"f**k that!" She looked at me. "We'll just hang out up here until morning."

"Okay," I agreed and that sounded sorta reasonable.

At least there wasn't anything worth looting in the park. Marcia was eighteen anyway, so that put her in charge. I just hoped my mom would be alright and that's about the time the Datsun came to a stop. We went from twenty miles per hour to zero in a split second and maybe that doesn't sound like much, but it hurt a lot.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and if I woulda blinked I'd have missed it. I remember the sound of glass shattering; the shriek of metal twisting; the surprise on Marcia's face when the steering wheel crushed her body. We were both surprised because there wasn't any reason to stop. She'd been driving across the grass with the headlights on high-beam and everything. There weren't any other cars up there at all. We didn't hit anything and the last thing I saw was the windshield coming straight at my face.