emerson was hot. and she loved what i was doing to her. muff muff. i
thought, she was so wet and sexy. emerson was so small and tight i could
barely get my tongue inside her. this really appealed to her though, she
bucked and moaned when i did her. harlen was playing with her tits, but
was soft, i hoped not permanently.
"let's rest a minute girls and have another drink," he
proposed.
"in a minute harlen, just a moment bro," she muttered.
then, her orgasm began. i was afraid she was going to break my teeth,
she humped so hard. near the end she actually screamed.
"god em, you'll wake the fish," he advised. I figured
that emerson enjoyed that more than i did, but i wasn't truly certain.
we sat there naked, drinking and intoxicated.
"and all this was recorded, carlee?" emerson asked.
"i hope it was, and it's likely illegal." we laughed.
"look at my balls em," harlen said.
"besides being hairless, they looked almost like when i used
to bath you bro."
"no, they feel swollen." she cupped them in her hand.
"no, but they're not moving in my hand either, is that a bad
sign?" she asked.
"you used to tell me that they were trying to run away from
you em, when they did that."
"i miss the hair bro, that was the best part, the way it felt
in my hand." i wasn't about to claim responsibility for the
missing hair. we finished our drinks. there was a lot of love around.
"gosh, this has been a great night," i said.
"and it'll get better when the games begin later on,"
harlen stated. emerson clapped.
"there'll be games?" she asked, enthusiastically. games,
i thought, that may prove interesting.
"get dressed sis, before i turn you over my knee and spank
your ass," he said. "we have an early day tomorrow," he
added. emerson didn't move. her eyes sparkled.
"is that a threat or a promise, brother?" she smiled.
"the early day, or the ass beating?" emerson just sat
there with her tongue hanging out.
"both are promises, love." she jumped at him and they
held each other tightly. harlen had rung her chimes, and i didn't
think for a moment the promise of an early day made her that happy. i
walked back to the hot tub, feeling like a third person. i sat down
and turned it up a little. it felt pretty damn good. i didn't need
another drink, but i wanted one anyway. i was naked in the kitchen
when harlen stuck his head in the door.
"we've gotta go baby."
"i'll drive you, if emerson didn't bring her car."
"oh, that's alright carlee, it isn't far."
"no harlen, it's too late for you two to be walking down the
highway." i took a sip of my drink and went to the bedroom,
picking my clothes off the floor. the mcdowells lived on harmony lane.
it's was about a half a mile from my house. harlen sat in the back and
emerson sat beside me in front.
"we could have walked, carlee," she said, as she put her
hand on my naked thigh."
"nonsense baby, there are some weird things around here, wild
cats and werewolves and mad river men, i wouldn't hear of you walking
this time of night." there was an old house in the woods on the
right. i was fascinated by it. the place was abandoned, the windows
were broken, it was falling apart, i never failed to notice it when i
drove by though. it was a two storey house, god, it was spooky, but i
loved it. the road sign going up to it read "chuckles lane."
"the old billingsly mansion, boy, are there stories about that
old place," emerson said.
"I haven't heard them, can you tell me emerson?" i asked.
"sure, i'll call you tomorrow," she replied.
"the place interests me, i've been thinking about asking my
landlords to look into it," i said.
"well, don't invite me if you move in carlee, i wouldn't go
within a mile of the place." i smiled and turned right on harmony
lane. their house was the fourth on the left.
"god, the lights are all on, did you do that harlen?"
harlen was snoozing.
"sorry, do what, em?"
"leave all the damn lights on?"
"no, sugar, i didn't," he replied. i could see a late
model mercedes in the driveway.
"daddy's home harlen."
"oh shit," he replied.
"what's his first name?" i asked.
"scotlin," emerson answered. "special agent scotlin
mcdowell, you'll like him carlee, he's really cool."
i let them out, and drove slowly home. i eased in chuckles lane. i
stared at the old house in the reflection of my head lights.
fantastic. i thought. and a history too. i could see my computer desk
sitting on the second floor. i sat there, dreaming for a while, then,
i decided to get a closer look. the highway was deserted, it was
probably pushing three am. i lit a cigarette, and took a deep draw. "i
can breathe again," i said to myself, before i started coughing.
when smoking was my favorite hobby, before it was a sin to smoke,
marlboro cigarettes had a deal where you could submit labels from
packs for merchandise. i had gotten a four cell flash light that i
carried in my glove box, i also had a fly rod, three jackets and a
radio, to mention just a few. now they cost thirty dollars a carton
and i smoke a quarter a pack of canyon cigarettes a week, that's about
all you can stand of them per week. this one was excellent though,
just like this night had been. i got out of the car, and headed to the
house, coughing all the way. there was a fog around it, eerie, and
silent. an animal howled, "the children of the evening, what
music they make." i thought. after thunder storms, fog is my
second most favorite element, "it comes in on kitty cat's paws,
carlee." my dad always said. lots of kittens tonight.
the structure of the old house wasn't as bad as it looked from the
road. all of the windows were partially broken. i stepped inside, this
must have been the living room. i thought. the floor was hard wood,
and pretty well preserved, the wood work looked good, and a huge
fireplace loomed in the east wall. graffiti covered the ancient walls
"for a good time call:" at least it wasn't my number. "kim-1996"
a bunch of other stuff about kim. the kittens had followed me in. fog
around my feet and across the floor. did i dare go upstairs? i dared.
the stairs leading to the second level were roomy, the railing had
been removed, i saw the screw holes in the wall. i suddenly heard a
noise from outside the house. i doused my light and listened again. i
could hear footsteps, my heart raced. god, i should never have come
here, not at this hour of the morning. i heard a board screeck on the
porch, i hurried up the stairs. it was pitch black, i couldn't see my
hand before me. as adrenelin pumped, i started getting weaker and
weaker. a werewolf, no, a vampire, god.
"anybody home?" a pleasant voice asked from downstairs.
he didn't sound malicious by any means, i looked down the stairwell
and saw him, a dark shadow. "hello," he softly spoke, he
made me smile. i turned my light on, shined it directly in his face.
"don't move," i said.
"don't worry," he answered. he was a beautiful man, from
what i could tell, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, wearing a suit and a
tie. "are you going to shoot me?" he asked, as he held his
hands over his head.
"i haven't decided yet," i answered. "you have no
business here at this hour you know?"
"and you do?" he answered.
"yeah, i'm thinking about buying this place." i walked
slowly down the stairs. "name rank and serial number, buster,"
i said. he smiled a crooked smile that i had seen before, then, i knew
exactly who he was. "wait, don't answer, it's coming to me,
chuckles is talking to me." he laughed.
"fbi, scotlin mc, mc, mcdowell." he smiled. "if
you'd said kimber billingsley was talking to you, now then, i may have
been impressed. i am, count mcdowell my dear, velcome, velcome,"
said in his best transylvanian accent.
"i'm carlee, count, pleased to meet you." i walked down
the stairs. " just left your house count, did you know that?"
"no, i didn't. my kids were gone when i arrived home. so, i
just walked to one of my most favorite places in the world, followed
the fog."
"it is exciting, isn't it?" i remarked.
"very," he said. "may i?" he scanned me with a
bright pen light. "oh my," he said.
"what's wrong count?"
"nothing miss, absolutely nothing," he replied. i smiled.
how sexy, i thought. "i don't remember any carlees around here,"
he said. "but, ive been away as much as i've been home.
"carlee's my first name, and you wouldn't know my folks
scotlin. you don't mind me calling you that do you?" i asked.
"of course not dear, ah, do you smoke?"
"i'm dying to," i said. he reached for my hand and led me
to what was left of the front porch. we sat.
"i hope you don't mind turkish?"
"i've heard it's very nice."
"tobacco, i mean."
"yes, tobacco," i said, grinning at him.
"you're flirty," he said. he lit a cigarette for me, then
stuck it in my mouth, then lit one for himself.
"stout," i said, "but nice."
"puts hair on your chest, you know."
"oh, i don't need that, legs are trouble enough. do you?"
"not much on my upper thighs, but my legs are troublesome."
he replied.
"on your chest, silly."
"oh, yeah, but i'm self conscious about it."
"can i feel?"
"you really are a flirt."
"come on, i won't pull, i promise." scotlin unbuttoned
his white shirt. i felt. i all but purred, oh, maybe i did purr a
little.
"well?" he asked.
"well what?"
"what did you think?"
"i don't know scotlin, promising," i grinned.
"and you promise that you don't have the same on yours?"
i had to quit, or i was going to get myself in big trouble, i knew it.
"i promise," i said, as i took a long draw of the turkish
cigarette and inhaled it down to my toes. "who is kimber
billingsly?" i asked. scotlin was breathing heavily. he took a
long draw, and said.
"kimber and monroe billingsly owned this spread some years
ago, their lives ended in tragedy unfortunately. how do you know my
kids?"
"harlen works for my landlords, odd jobs and stuff, i only met
emerson tonight, i really like them both."
"they're cute kids," he said.
"they're beautiful, scotlin, just like their dad." he
smiled.
"and you're sure you don't want me to check your chest for
fur?"
"no, scotlin, i'm not sure, but i've just met you, and i've
drunk to much, and i want to know about this place's history."
"i'm the expert carlee, i've studied this place and the
happeninngs for many years."
"you'll teach me?"
"i'd be glad to." i took my top off.
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