Calling Vicki
By.
Rodney Cannon
Chapter One.
It was that tight crawlspace underneath their home. Both mom and dad had told them time and time again to stay out of there. They were not worry about them getting stuck or the house suddenly falling on them, but about something that might have crawled in there before them. Snakes were common in their part of the state and upstate Pennsylvania was a place where rabid animals were not unheard of.
One little bite from a rabid squirrel or raccoon and they would be down one of their two little girls.
Elizabeth who was nine at the time did not mind being called a little girl, but her twelve-year-old sister Victoria hated it. Those three years in age had always been a greater gulf than time alone. Victoria had seemed like an old soul even at the ages of five and six. Victoria was a little woman while the foot shorter Elizabeth would always be consider a girl. Someday a girl with children of her own, someday later a girl with grandchildren. Because of her carefree way and eternal childish giggle, people were going to spend a life time looking at her that way. Vicki on the other hand was a woman in the ways that she studied and considered everyone and thing in her universe. How she measured her choices instead of just diving in like a child.
It was Vicki, even during this most desperate moment of their lives who had pulled back the grate that covered the crawl space, crawled inside to check for any unwanted visitors before crawling back out and motioning Liz inside.
Liz would remember that moment for the rest of her life. How her big sister had so casually motioned with the 9mm hand gun that she held.
Liz dropped down to her hands and knees. The gravel cutting into her bare knees and soft palms. The dark space ahead of her always and forever after seeming more dangerous than the sound of cars racing to hard stops and gun fire coming from too many directions.
Liz crawled a few feet forward and then paused as something flashed in the darkness.
Red eyes.
Snake eyes.
A sudden hiss and then Liz cried out as she sat bolt upright in bed.
The nightmare that never left her for long was familiar to her husband who was sitting up too and hugging her close to his bare chest.
Almost twenty years and it was still just as intense. Things changed from time to time, but the constants were her sister and that crawlspace they had found when their world changed forever.
“Lizzy it’s okay.”Daniel whispered.
Liz took long deep breaths and tried to take her mind off of it by listening for their girls. There two children had not heard her scream this time.
“I’m sorry. I know that you have to get up early tomorrow.”Liz said.
“It is almost morning.”Daniel said.
Liz glanced off to the bedroom windows. It was still a purple night beyond. Her eyes fell on the clock that was part of the cable box display and frowned, 4:48 in soft orange colors.
“In your dream you are always scared right?”He asked.
“Yeah.”Liz nodded.
“But when it happened, you said that you weren’t scared. Even when the shooting started?”
“How could I be? Vicki was with me. I am never scared when she is with me.
She is so much like our father. I can never think of him without thinking of her at the same time.”
“I think that you are the only person who has ever seen your sister who would think of a man when thinking about her. She is a lot of woman.”
Liz pulled away from him while giving him a sharp elbow in the ribs at the same time. “You jerk, you been checking out my sister.”
Daniel paused and that was a total admission of guilt.
“Well, two years ago when she visited. She was getting ready for one of her morning fifty mile runs and she was doing all that stretching. She did that standing split thing and I nearly wet my pants from watching it.”
“Wet your pants huh? Wet with what?”She slipped a hand beneath the sheets and found a hard and stiff reminder that it was early morning and her husband was thinking about something. “This is not you remembering my sister is it? I will rip it off if you say yes.”
“Just thinking about saying good bye for a few days.”
That was okay with Liz. Bad dreams always made her a little horny and even if she had not had the dream there was no way that she was going to send her man off on a trip without giving him a taste of what he was going to be missing. It seemed to her that the women who had men who screwed around on them had no one to blame, but themselves. Men had needs and talking about their feelings or yours was not one of them. A hundred I love you’s did not say it nearly as well to the average man as a good
shot of pussy. The better it was the sooner they would come back to you. While away from home they would miss the sex even if sex was available with some other woman and they would be going a little crazy worrying if what belonged to them was being pounded by some other man.
If you wanted your man to come home, give him a reason to hate the fact that he had to leave Liz thought as she shoved him down and rolled over to straddle him.
Unless it was her time she never wore underwear to bed and bad dreams did have the advantage of making her ready for what was to come. Mounting Daniel, she let out a short and sincere gasp. It always hurt a little when he entered her. His size always filled her up just a little too much and she had to squeeze him as she rocked back and forth to find a comfortable rhythm. Pulling the tee shirt that she wore off over her head she cupped her large full breast and began to squeeze them until Daniel took the hint and took over. A moment before Liz felt him spasm and pulse inside her she began to orgasm. Short quick gasp that punctuated every wave that rolled through her.
Twenty minutes later they were making love again. This time with the measured tenderness of two people who were afraid that it would be a long time before they did it again.
By.
Rodney Cannon
Chapter One.
It was that tight crawlspace underneath their home. Both mom and dad had told them time and time again to stay out of there. They were not worry about them getting stuck or the house suddenly falling on them, but about something that might have crawled in there before them. Snakes were common in their part of the state and upstate Pennsylvania was a place where rabid animals were not unheard of.
One little bite from a rabid squirrel or raccoon and they would be down one of their two little girls.
Elizabeth who was nine at the time did not mind being called a little girl, but her twelve-year-old sister Victoria hated it. Those three years in age had always been a greater gulf than time alone. Victoria had seemed like an old soul even at the ages of five and six. Victoria was a little woman while the foot shorter Elizabeth would always be consider a girl. Someday a girl with children of her own, someday later a girl with grandchildren. Because of her carefree way and eternal childish giggle, people were going to spend a life time looking at her that way. Vicki on the other hand was a woman in the ways that she studied and considered everyone and thing in her universe. How she measured her choices instead of just diving in like a child.
It was Vicki, even during this most desperate moment of their lives who had pulled back the grate that covered the crawl space, crawled inside to check for any unwanted visitors before crawling back out and motioning Liz inside.
Liz would remember that moment for the rest of her life. How her big sister had so casually motioned with the 9mm hand gun that she held.
Liz dropped down to her hands and knees. The gravel cutting into her bare knees and soft palms. The dark space ahead of her always and forever after seeming more dangerous than the sound of cars racing to hard stops and gun fire coming from too many directions.
Liz crawled a few feet forward and then paused as something flashed in the darkness.
Red eyes.
Snake eyes.
A sudden hiss and then Liz cried out as she sat bolt upright in bed.
The nightmare that never left her for long was familiar to her husband who was sitting up too and hugging her close to his bare chest.
Almost twenty years and it was still just as intense. Things changed from time to time, but the constants were her sister and that crawlspace they had found when their world changed forever.
“Lizzy it’s okay.”Daniel whispered.
Liz took long deep breaths and tried to take her mind off of it by listening for their girls. There two children had not heard her scream this time.
“I’m sorry. I know that you have to get up early tomorrow.”Liz said.
“It is almost morning.”Daniel said.
Liz glanced off to the bedroom windows. It was still a purple night beyond. Her eyes fell on the clock that was part of the cable box display and frowned, 4:48 in soft orange colors.
“In your dream you are always scared right?”He asked.
“Yeah.”Liz nodded.
“But when it happened, you said that you weren’t scared. Even when the shooting started?”
“How could I be? Vicki was with me. I am never scared when she is with me.
She is so much like our father. I can never think of him without thinking of her at the same time.”
“I think that you are the only person who has ever seen your sister who would think of a man when thinking about her. She is a lot of woman.”
Liz pulled away from him while giving him a sharp elbow in the ribs at the same time. “You jerk, you been checking out my sister.”
Daniel paused and that was a total admission of guilt.
“Well, two years ago when she visited. She was getting ready for one of her morning fifty mile runs and she was doing all that stretching. She did that standing split thing and I nearly wet my pants from watching it.”
“Wet your pants huh? Wet with what?”She slipped a hand beneath the sheets and found a hard and stiff reminder that it was early morning and her husband was thinking about something. “This is not you remembering my sister is it? I will rip it off if you say yes.”
“Just thinking about saying good bye for a few days.”
That was okay with Liz. Bad dreams always made her a little horny and even if she had not had the dream there was no way that she was going to send her man off on a trip without giving him a taste of what he was going to be missing. It seemed to her that the women who had men who screwed around on them had no one to blame, but themselves. Men had needs and talking about their feelings or yours was not one of them. A hundred I love you’s did not say it nearly as well to the average man as a good
shot of pussy. The better it was the sooner they would come back to you. While away from home they would miss the sex even if sex was available with some other woman and they would be going a little crazy worrying if what belonged to them was being pounded by some other man.
If you wanted your man to come home, give him a reason to hate the fact that he had to leave Liz thought as she shoved him down and rolled over to straddle him.
Unless it was her time she never wore underwear to bed and bad dreams did have the advantage of making her ready for what was to come. Mounting Daniel, she let out a short and sincere gasp. It always hurt a little when he entered her. His size always filled her up just a little too much and she had to squeeze him as she rocked back and forth to find a comfortable rhythm. Pulling the tee shirt that she wore off over her head she cupped her large full breast and began to squeeze them until Daniel took the hint and took over. A moment before Liz felt him spasm and pulse inside her she began to orgasm. Short quick gasp that punctuated every wave that rolled through her.
Twenty minutes later they were making love again. This time with the measured tenderness of two people who were afraid that it would be a long time before they did it again.
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