by Unknown
“Hello, Cameron. Please, call me Seymour. What brings you over here?” Seymour knew she was best friends with his son, but she never came over to the house. Seymour could never understand how his son had a friend that looked like that, yet was still interested in boys. He didn’t consider himself a homophobe in the least bit, but it was still disappointing to him.
“Dad, I told Cameron she could go for a swim in the pool. I assumed that would be okay.”
“Of course, Simon, you kids go ahead and have fun. That’s what the pool is there for.”
“Oh, I don’t have time, Dad. I have a report to finish for school, but Cameron still wanted to take a dip, if that’s okay.”
“Absolutely. Help yourself, Cameron.”
“Thanks, Mr. Hymen...I mean...Seymour. I’ll go get changed, and be right back. As long as my mom isn’t bitching about something, as usual.”
“You know what, Cameron? I’m sure Lauren has something inside you could wear. Then you don’t have to worry about your mom. She has tons of bathing suits and whatnot, and we have plenty of towels.”
“Oh, is she home?”
“No, she’s out as usual, but she won’t mind.”
Cameron looked at Simon and he simply shrugged his shoulders. “If dad says it’s cool, then it’s cool.”
“Okay, as long as you’re sure she won’t care. Saves me from seeing my mother.” Cameron laughed as she followed them into the house. She noticed Seymour was stumbling a bit as he walked; Simon had told her about how much his dad liked to drink many times before. Simon was not aware of the fact that she thought his dad was hot though, or the fact that she knew about his little affair with her mother.
“Cameron, I need to go get started on this paper. Is it cool if my dad shows you where everything is?”
“Yes, Simon. Go ahead. I’ll be fine. As long as that’s okay with you, Seymour?” She faced away from Simon and winked at his father. Seymour was excited, but he tried to remain calm.
“Certainly, go ahead, Simon. Get your work done, and I will entertain our guest.”
“Cool. Later, Cam.” Simon headed upstairs leaving Cameron alone with his father. Before Seymour had a chance to say anything, though, he was thrown for an even bigger surprise.
“I know about you and my mother, Seymour,” Cameron grinned at him.
“What? I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t lie to me. I know. I take my mom’s phone and check her messages all the time when she’s passed out. Don’t worry, she doesn’t know that I know. I haven’t told my father, either. Your little secret is safe with me.”
Seymour was pissed off and afraid. This little bitch was about to blackmail him, and there was no way out of it. “What do you want, Cameron?”
“What do you mean, what do I want? You know, I see the way you look at me, but now you don’t seem so happy to see me anymore. What’s wrong, Seymour? Aren’t I as hot as my mommy?”
“Of course you are, but what’s this all about? You want money, I assume?”
“Money? No Seymour, I don’t want your money. I want to go swimming. I was simply letting you know that I’m aware of what goes on. Are you going to get in the pool with me?” Cameron walked away from him towards the patio door, and he quickly followed her out back.
“But, I didn’t get you anything to wear yet?”
“I don’t need anything to wear, silly.” Cameron replied, as she took off her shirt and threw it on a lounge chair. After kicking off her shoes she began to unbutton her jeans.
“What are you doing? Simon is here, and Lauren could be home any minute.”
“Settle down, Seymour. I have a bra and panties on; it’s just like a bikini, right? She asked him, as she turned around and slowly pulled her pants down, making sure he got a nice reveal of her perfect ass. She looked just like her mother only everything was perkier, tighter and younger. She knew it too, and she took full advantage of it.
“Oh, my God!” Seymour exclaimed, he couldn’t resist himself. He was drunk and she was gorgeous.
“You know what I’d really like to see, Seymour?”
“No. What?”
“I’d like to see that big cock that my mom loves so much. I mean, why settle for her when you can have the new and improved version of her? Don’t you think I’m sexy, Seymour?” Cameron removed her bra and threw it on the chair with the rest of her clothes. “I don’t need that, after all. Or these.” She said, as she took her panties off and jumped in the pool.
Seymour was terrified and excited beyond belief. The fear of his son coming downstairs or his wife coming home was outweighed by the opportunity in front of him. He himself couldn’t believe it as he took his clothes off and stood naked in front of the eighteen year old daughter of his mistress. The only thing he didn’t understand was the look on Cameron’s face. He knew he was pretty big, but she looked absolutely horrified. A moment later he heard a recognizable voice and understood why.
“You little slut! Get out of that pool, and get your ass home right now.”
It was Chelsea, Cameron’s mother.
Cameron scrambled out of the pool as Seymour turned around to see Chelsea glaring at him, his dick saluting her arrival. “Chelsea, I can explain.”
“Fuck you, Seymour. I don’t wanna hear it. I saw the little bitch come over here, so I came to check on her, and this is what I find?” Chelsea didn’t give him a chance to say anything else as she stormed off with Cameron, who was now dressed and standing right behind her. Seymour got dressed and headed back to the porch, back to the Bourbon. It was going to be a long night.
VII.
Charles Jr. could hear his mother and sister arguing downstairs from the comfort of his bedroom. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but he noticed as soon as his dad got home, they both shut up. It was getting late and everyone would be heading to bed soon. Chuck had jerked off three times since he’d come upstairs while looking at the pictures of his mother on his cellphone. He’d worn himself out and was ready for a good night’s sleep.
Chuck headed to the bathroom to take a piss before bed, and he found yet another surprise. The door was wide open and the light was on, so he turned to the right and walked right in, to his sister in her panties, checking out her tits in the mirror.
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry.” Chuck mumbled, as he stood there, staring at her.
“Chuck, what the hell? Get the fuck out of here, you perv!” Cameron covered her breasts with her hands, as Chuck finally snapped out of his trance and walked away, back towards his bedroom. The bathroom door slammed shut behind him as he found himself wide awake. Chuck was thinking about his sister’s body and immediately got excited again. Her tits were small, but she was perfect in all the right places. Before Chuck could enjoy himself, the barking and squealing began. Gary was awake.
“Chucky boy, my main man. You got problems, brother.” Gary spoke, in a calm and collective manner.
“Don’t start with me, Gary. I don’t need your shit tonight.”
“Chucky, is that any way to talk to your furry little friend?”
“Shut up, Gary. It’s bad enough I’m talking to a chinchilla. It’s even worse that you answer me.”
“Well, you need to listen to me, Chucky. Your family is in trouble unless you fix it.”
“How am I supposed to fix my family?”
“You need to take care of the Hymens across the street. Just like you’ve done before. You can do it, Chucky.”
“I’m tired of killing people, Gary. You can’t make me do it anymore. I’m tired of moving, trying to make new friends. Getting beat up by new bullies.”
“It doesn’t matter what you’re tired of, four eyes! This is your responsibility. You’re the glue that holds this dysfunctional little, fucked up family together.”
“Why do my mom and Cameron have to be such whores? It’s all their fault. Why don’t they go clean up the mess?”
“Oh, and you think you and your dad are innocent? Y
ou up here beating your dick to pictures of your own mother, then lusting after your sister? Meanwhile, your dad’s fucking the neighbor’s feet. The whole fucking lot of you are perverts.”
“What? How do you know that stuff?”
“How many times do I gotta tell you, I know everything mother fucker? Shit.”
“Fine. Fuck you, Gary. Just leave me alone. I got shit to do.”
“Yeah, you do. So, go do it, Chucky boy.”
Chuck grabbed his book bag and headed downstairs. It was going to be a long night.
VIII.
The Hymen’s never had a chance. Chuck sneaked in the unlocked patio door to find a dark and silent house. He crept up the stairs with his bag and removed his knife as he set the bag down. Simon’s room was his first destination. The boy was a few years older than Chuck, and had he been awake, probably could have fought him off. There’s not much you can do when someone slits your throat in your sleep, though.
Chuck made his way to the main bedroom next, his knife in one hand, his bag in the other. The predicament he found the Hymen’s in couldn’t have been more perfect. He entered the room to find Seymour handcuffed to the bed, Lauren nowhere in sight. Seymour had a ball gag in his mouth, so he couldn’t say a thing. His eyes bulged as he mumbled and squirmed at the sight of Chuck, knife in hand, looking crazed and deranged.
Chuck heard the running water coming from the bathroom and assumed the missus was in the shower. He noticed that Seymour was sporting a raging erection, which he found odd since he was the only other person in the room. Then, he pictured that thing going in and out of his mother, his sister even, and Charles Jr. saw red. He didn’t even think about it as he hopped onto the bed and grabbed hold of Seymour’s cock. With his other hand, Chuck sliced the man’s dick off tossing it into his book bag.
He let Seymour bleed to death and headed into the bathroom, where he really had some fun with his favorite blade. After Chuck was done, the bathroom was a bloody mess. He collected his clothes, his knife, and his souvenirs. Chuck headed home and went to sleep. Gary was proud of him.
IX.
The next morning everything was out in the open. Breakfast was a nightmare in the Chunks' house. Chelsea had told Charles about Cameron getting naked at the neighbor’s house, and in turn, Cameron told her father about Seymour and her mother. Charles couldn’t handle it, so he broke down and admitted that he cheated on Chelsea with Lauren. They were all yelling and screaming at each other, when Chuck came into the kitchen with his book bag.
“Shut up,” he told them. “I solved the problem again. The Hymen’s won’t be bothering our family anymore.”
“No,” Charles said, remembering the last time his son slaughtered their neighbors, causing them to move to this shit town.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” his mother exclaimed, thinking only of the loss of her fuck buddy.
“Don’t worry, Mom. You and Cameron can fight over this.” Chuck smiled, as he reached into his bag and grabbed Seymour’s cock, tossing it on the table. Cameron threw up, and Chelsea was in shock.
“Oh, and I didn’t forget you, Dad. Here you go, have fun.” Chuck pulled a shoe box out of his bag and placed it on the table. His father cautiously opened it, only to find Lauren's feet inside.
“You’re welcome. I’m going back to bed. I love you all.” Chuck headed back to his room, leaving his family speechless once again. He knew the routine. In the morning it would be time to pack up and head off to a new town. Where his fucked up family would find someone else to fuck, and then he’d have to kill again. He knew all this because Gary told him so, and that furry fucker was always right.
X.
Chelsea and Charles lay in bed next to each other, totally aware of their fucked up situation. They were going to have to relocate once again, thanks to their son and his homicidal tendencies. He only did it out of love, though, and they appreciated that. Tonight was a special night; they could worry about their problems tomorrow. Chelsea kissed Charles goodnight, as she lay back and shoved Seymour’s cock inside herself. Charles listened to her moan as he rubbed Lauren’s feet on his hard cock. It was going to be a good night for the Chunks.
INTO THE LIGHT
Dawn Cano
“Go into the light,” Shane's sister told him as he felt the life drain from his body. He was weak and so cold. “It's okay. Go home. Be with God. If God will have you.”
Shane struggled to keep his eyes open as he remembered stories of people who had died and come back to life. He was looking forward to the bright white light, the peacefulness, the joy he'd feel when he could meet his friends and family members who had crossed over. His mother and father. He brought his thoughts back to the hospital room. He wanted to stare at his sister's weeping face, to have that connection with reality for as long as possible, but his eyelids grew heavier with each painful breath. The car accident had left him with a collapsed lung, three broken ribs, severe head trauma, and a broken right leg, on top of multiple cuts, scratches, and bruises. The doctors told his sister that he may not live to see the next morning, but he amazed everyone and lived for three more days, giving his loved ones time to say their goodbyes. As the swelling and bleeding increased in his brain, and his body fought off the enormous amounts of drugs and alcohol he had consumed right before the accident, Shane's life was coming to an end at the age of twenty-four.
Despite his young age, Shane wasn't afraid of dying. He had always looked at death like going to sleep. People aren't aware of what happens to them when they're asleep – in fact, they don't realize they're sleeping at all, so death should be the same way. He'd fall asleep, and instead of waking up to his alarm clock screaming at him to get out of bed, he just wouldn't wake up at all.
The act of dying didn't bother him, but what happened after he died did. When he was fucked up, Shane had recurring nightmares about waking up and realizing he'd been buried alive. The dreams were so realistic that he thought he could actually touch the soft fabric liner of the coffin, and he could feel the maggots and worms eating his eyes, a little at a time. He always woke up from that dream sweating and panting, and more than once, the dream had scared him so badly that he'd wet the bed. Never in a million years did Shane think he would be facing death and its aftermath so early in his life.
What if they bury me before I'm really dead?
Will they hear me scream?
Can they dig me out in time – before I die for real?
As he lay in the hospital bed with his eyes closed trying to focus on the quiet sobs of his friends and family, he tried hard to speak, but his strength was gone. He had to tell them that he wanted to be cremated, not buried. He wanted to remind them that doctors make mistakes and to make sure he was dead before they did something with his body. His eyelids fluttered, but he couldn't make them open. His throat felt like sandpaper, so speaking would have been out of the question anyway.
Shane found himself reliving moments from his past, without him even trying to dig up the memories. He remembered being a small boy, maybe three or four, riding on top of his father's shoulders. He'd giggle as his dad twirled around with him on his shoulders, and it was a memory Shane never forgot. His dad had died when he was a young boy, but he couldn't remember how young. All he remembered was that it happened in some kind of freak accident involving a car and a faulty jack.
Your life really does flash before your eyes right before you die. The thought amused him.
His memories took another turn to when he was around six years old, and he was sitting on the kitchen counter helping his mother bake cookies. Mom had oldies music playing in the kitchen as they prepared the dough, and every once in a while, she would lift him off the counter and they would dance around to her favorite songs. He loved helping his mom cook.
I'm not afraid, Mom.
When Shane was twelve, he had a best friend named Josh. Shane and Josh liked to cause trouble in the neighborhood, no matter how much their parents frowned upon their activities, and as
time went on, they got better at not getting caught. They'd throw rocks at houses, terrorize the neighborhood cats, and bully some of the younger, smaller kids that lived nearby. It was all in good fun, and they never meant to hurt anyone. Kids would be kids, after all.
Eventually, Josh and his family moved away, and Shane found himself getting bored far too often. His parents always worked late so he was left to his own devices and soon, his activities ventured into the area of drugs and alcohol, and he didn't care who he hurt when he bullied the neighborhood kids. In fact, he didn't care about anything at all. He started skipping school, hanging with the wrong crowd, and it was then that his mother lost all control of her only son. When she stopped giving him money to support his habits, he stole her wedding band, left home, and moved in with some of his friends, vowing to never set foot back in her house again. His mother tried to find him and cried herself to sleep almost every night, but for years, she never knew his fate.
During that time in Shane's life, nothing else mattered but scoring the next drink or the next line of coke. The only time he wasn't fucked up was when he was sleeping, and the coke made sure he didn't sleep very often. After his mother threw him out, he never gave her a second thought until one day, he decided it was time to go home.
When Shane was twenty-one, he showed up at his mom's house on a cold day in October, clean and sober for almost three months. He missed his mom and wanted to show her that he had his life back on track. He wanted her to be proud of him. As he pulled up to the house, he was shocked to find a “For Sale” sign out front, and when he went to the front door, it was unlocked, so he walked in. The house was empty. As he looked around, walking down the hall to his bedroom, his sister stepped out of their mother's room, blocking his path.
“Well, look what the fucking cat dragged in. What are you doing here, Shane?”