Porn

Excerpt

The girl didn’t like it. But she had promised, and so she followed along obediently, just behind the man with the synthetic snakeskin boots. His nylon jacket was frayed at the cuff; the threads fluttering in the wind. And the backside of his dark jeans were greasy, like he had sat in something, something slimy. He smelled stale, all sweat and boozy. She wrinkled her nose and placed a wobbly foot on the first step up to the double doors and wondered momentarily, if her ankle might fail her, under the weight of her bony frame.

This was all her sister’s fault; a year older and kinda boy-crazy. To be expected, she guessed, of a lamebrain teen. Only he wasn’t a boy, and her sister should have known a hell of a lot better. The man drove them out to his beach house in a raunchy red Camaro with the top down. He laughed too easily, and too much, and sipped Jack Daniels from a mickey as he drove one handed, his other arm draped casually across her sister’s shoulder.

No. She didn’t like this. Not one bit– being all the way out here. Alone. Cut off. And all that sand with the ocean off somewhere, heaping, heaving; reaching and receding– sounding like a living thing, an entity from one of her old nursery rhymes come to life: A double-headed serpent with forked tongues that she was sure would swoop down and, grabbing her by the head, swallow her whole.

Her senses balked and reluctantly she allowed herself to be led along, up the sand-blasted boards, across the sun-bleached deck to where the guy was pushing back the main doors.

Her sister stood, eyes circled in awe. The vaulted ceiling, the sunken living room and the view of the ocean through floor to ceiling glass; neither of them had ever seen anything like it, except in one of their mother’s magazines, maybe. They turned to each other and her sister smothered her giggles in a cupped hand.

But abruptly, things turned very adult.

As soon as the door was locked, the younger girl watched as the guy made his move, throwing an arm about her sister’s neck. Without regard, he casually ran a hand over the front of the girl’s shirt, handling each puddin’ breast in turn. The older girl gawked; a look of surprise, quickly followed by shock. Color flooded her cheeks but she did nothing except turn her face away. It was a very grownup thing, she understood, to let a man touch you there. And, unlike her kid sister, she was a grownup, and she wanted her sister to know it too. So she stood, flat-footed, rooted, and let the man run his hands over her body.

And then the fat man with the funny voice came out of the kitchen with the drinks. He handed each girl a glass. It tasted like lemons but the fumes filled the younger girl’s nose. It’s liquor, she knew. She’d never had liquor before, except for the small glass of wine her father allowed at Christmastime. But there was something more. Her lips and gums were strangely numb and she felt queer inside her head.

“What’dyah want to do to ‘em?” the guy asked.

The fat man turned, looked at her, then at her sister, like he was deciding between peanuts and popcorn. “I’m gonna fuck the one with the tits,” he poked his chin toward the older girl, “and push the head of the little one between my legs; make her watch as I wrench her sister. Make her sister bleed… That should scare the bejesus outta her,” he laughed. “After, you can do what you want.”

His friend’s jaw hardened. “You’re an insidious bastard, aren’t you?”

“Hey. It pays the taxes on this friggin’ barn and keeps you in boots, booze and gasoline. Now keep trained on the kid’s face, would yah? I want that look of horror etched in her eyes.”

“I guess…” The man shrugged submissively. “Let me grab a handheld and you can start in on ‘em.”