I drove my dad's old car- which sucked because he had cheap taste. It was a dented, light blue Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera, only about a thousand years old. He said owning an official "Piece of Crap" first car built character, and he often pontificated how high school kids driving brand new sports cars and SUVs could only grow up to be major league assholes. Of course, I knew from firsthand experience that most of those kids would never grow up, and most of them were already assholes.
It was funny to think that my Dad, the guy who said old cars built character, was presently fucking the hell out of my new neighbor's Mom, a woman he barely knew. When I say funny, I definitely do not mean it in the "ha ha" sense. And as if this was not bad enough, my Mother was being fucked in the very same room by Maddy's dad.
It seemed more than improbable. It was impossible. That just wasn't my parents. Yeah, I'm sure they did things they didn't want me to know about, but I knew them well enough to believe with certainty that they were not swinger material.
And yet, my cock remained hard as I remembered the scene, no matter how disgusted I became.
I flicked on the overhead light and checked the address on the card given to my by Sarah Tasker. I recognized the street and thought I knew at which motel she was staying. It was a little off the beaten path, a good place to party without worrying about parents driving by and recognizing cars. Needless to say, I had been there more than once.
I turned off the light and drove. My body felt weak, but I had forced myself to the garage and in the car after discovering my parents at the Taskers. This was the kind of thing that could not wait.
Bits of Sarah's story twisted through my mind. For instance: the fact that her family had taken off without telling her. If that was the case, how had she found them? I thought about what she had said about finding the bodies of her new neighbors, about how they had looked: drained, withered, mummified.
I tried to make sense of it, but nothing seemed to fit; nothing rational, anyway.
By the time I pulled into the motel, I was more confused than ever. Sarah had written her room number under the cell phone number on the card she had given me: number 4. The number gleamed in the yellow cast from my headlights. With a heavy sigh, I twisted the key, and the ignition stuttered to a stop. I sat for a moment, listening to the slowing tick of the engine.
The motel was a rundown hulk: urine-colored buildings surrounded by droopy, leafless trees. The few rust-buckets that littered the parking lot looked suspicious, the kind of cars one's drug-addicted cousin would drive. Whenever nice cars were in the lot, you knew it was kids from town, partying. Apparently, no one felt like partying tonight.
I pushed the car door open and approached Room 4. I wasn't sure how to act or what I would say when Sarah opened the door. She'd probably be pissed I was waking her up, and I considered turning around and going straight home, wait until morning before coming back. But, as I said before, this was something that couldn't wait. Something... unnatural was happening to my family.
I lifted my fist to knock on the door, hesitated, and brought it down with a loud rap. Something creaked within the room, probably Sarah shifting on the bed.
"Who is it?" she called.
"It's me... Maddy's neighbor."
I heard footsteps. Something rattled- the chain, and something clicked- the lock. But the door didn't open. Instead, I heard the footsteps back away, and Sarah's voice on the other side.
"Come in," she said. Though this kind of demand struck me as odd, I did so. I pressed the squeaky metal latch down and pushed the door open. I thought vaguely of a story we had read my freshman year in high school: "The Lady or the Tiger." The pit of my stomach filled with dread; I would not have been surprised if something unnatural, something fanged and hungry, awaited me on the other side.
The door revealed the lady. Sarah Tasker stood in an unremarkable motel room. No tigers. Sarah was neither fanged nor drooling, but a handgun pointed at me from one hand. I seemed to register the gun with indifference. At this point, I was too tired to be afraid. If Sarah was going to shoot, then go ahead and shoot, my body seemed to say.
Instead, she lowered the gun. She motioned for me to come into the room.
"Just a precaution," she said, tossing the gun on the bed. I nodded.
"Yeah, never know who's going to show up at a lady's motel room in the middle of the night. I could be a vampire," I said with a twisted grin. Sarah didn't return the smile, and I didn't blame her. The remark wasn't very funny.
She reclined in a rickety chair, one not unlike the ones in the student lounge at school: cheap, barely cushioned, and stained. She heaved a heavy sigh. I noticed that she was still fully dressed, as if prepared to charge into action at a moment's notice.
"So what are you doing here?" she asked.
I took a seat at the end of the bed. The mattress creaked. I felt springs dig into my ass like bony fingers. I idly wondered if places like these were ever rated negative stars.
"I believe you." I paused, shaking my head. "Well, I'm not sure I believe you, but I believe something is going on," I struggled to explain. I still did not believe the Taskers were vampires, but I was starting to think that maybe there was a kind of superhuman or supernatural aspect to them. There had to be if they had managed to turn my parents into sex-hungry maniacs.
Sarah opened her mouth to reply, then closed it and frowned. She blinked. Then she looked down at herself. Her hair was light brown- as if unable to decide between the amber of her mothers and the dark black of her fathers, and scoops of it hung over her face as she glared down, gently touching the area of her jeans between her legs.
"Holy shit, I'm dripping wet," she observed.
This revelation caught me by surprise, even considering the outrageous activity I had observed (and partaken) earlier that evening.
"They've tagged you," she said and lifted her eyes to catch my own.
"Um, what?"
"They must have something, some pheromone or something. It makes them irresistible. That's why it's so easy for them to seduce you without question. They've already tagged you with it. They're preparing you," Sarah said, her words quickening, stumbling one over the other as she spoke.
"Prepare me?" I said. The conversation was absurd, yet it also made me uneasy. There was something irresistible about the Taskers, after all; I knew as much from experience. From the first moment I had seen Maddy, I had- well- LOVED her. It was something too strong to be explained away by lust or want or even simple teenage obsession, but was it something subconscious? Something that could be explained by... pheromones? Still, I couldn't imagine how Sarah Tasker could know all of this. She had either discovered something that she hadn't said, or she was making this crap up off the top of her head.
"Ah, god. We're not going to be able to finish this conversation until you fuck me. I am seriously soaking over here," Sarah said. She didn't sound horny; the tone was more businesslike. As if the fact that I was going to have to fuck her was an inescapable- if unwanted- necessity.
I shook my head. Despite the fact that Sarah was attractive, I didn't think I had it in me. The night had just been too strange, and I was too exhausted. Also, the moral dilemma of fucking Maddy, her mother, and now potentially her sister held some weight. I can't say that I regretted it, but the awkwardness of the situation had a negative effect on my boner capability.
"Can't," I said.
"You have to," Sarah said, and she popped out of her chair, threw herself across the room, and gripped the top of my shorts and boxers, her fingers slipping under the elastic. With a harsh yank, she had me naked from the waist down in a second.
Before I could stop her, she had me in her mouth, sucking hard. Her hands were at my balls, caressing and rubbing. My mouth gaped open, and my tongue lolled.
"Get hard," she said, her words muffled by the cock bulging her cheek. My body surprised me by responding to her manipulations. I lengthened in her mouth as she stroked then sucked. In short, I got hard as ordered. Maddy and Mrs. Tasker must have tagged me with not just pheromones but the kind of stamina I had previously believed existed only in porno movies. When I was at full potential, Sarah stopped and patted me on the thigh.
With a wink, she said, "Good boy."
She stood up and unbuckled her pants. I watched as she undressed, my mouth filling with drool. The body hidden beneath Sarah's buttoned-down, dark blue shirt and jeans was both athletic and voluptuous, the kind of body that most women admired with bitter jealously and men with unbridled lust. I realized with some dismay that Sarah was more attractive and hotter than Maddy, and yet, she did not fill me with the kind of limitless lust that Maddy did. When I had met Sarah, I had not had a single sexual thought about her, and that just wasn't natural for an eighteen year old boy with a permanent erection in his pants.
I began believing Sarah's words just a little more. Of course, at this rate, I should have believed every single thing she told me. My life felt like an adult movie crossed with a Bram Stoker novel.
Sarah slipped out of her jeans, unbuttoned her shirt, and slid it off her shoulders. Her breasts heaved within a plain white bra. My eyes widened when I saw the dark, wet splotch at the crotch of her panties. She had not been kidding when she said she was soaking wet.
I couldn't help myself. I went to my knees and pulled at the waistband of her panties with my index fingers.
"What a friendly boy," Sarah sighed above me, and then I was lapping at her like a thirsty dog. Her vagina was surrounded by curls of dark pubic hair. It scratched my cheeks as I drank her. Her juices dripped and were caught by my waiting tongue.
I felt her hands fist into my hair, pulling. She gave a shivery sigh.
With my left hand, I tickled her clit with my tongue. With the other, I held the soft curve of her ass cheek and pressed her closer to me. My lips brushed her vaginal lips; my tongue darted and licked and lapped. Her scent was strong and musky and she tasted tangy, slightly bitter, but delicious.
