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“I’m too short for this…”
Carter is in the kitchen making chocolate milk. After getting her back blown out by her lovely boyfriend, she believed she deserved a treat. “Way too short… Let’s grab one of these…”
She drags over a chair from the dinner table and over to the sink to reach the cupboards. The shelves in this kitchen were so high for no reason. She quietly skims through each glass carefully with one hand in search of her favorite mug, while her other is occupied by her telekinesis, to grab the milk and chocolate syrup from the fridge. She sits back in her chair with the cup between her thighs as she’s holding her syrup bottle.
Then she remembers that there isn’t any milk in the fridge and realizes she grabbed a bottle of year-old salsa. She thinks about putting it back in the fridge until she sees the fluffy patches of black mold that have formed around it, so she chucks it into the trash can. “Ew, the fuck?” She gags. “Eugh! How’d it get all fuzzy like that?? And is it, bl— ssslrrrp!
“Great, first my milk is gone, the salsa’s moldy, and now we got dick-sucking ghosts.” Her ears perk up instantly at the sound of someone slurping. She knew it wasn’t Juno, he was probably in the bathroom right about now enjoying his post-sex piss, or his afterglow, and blazing up again. He’s already a bastard in bed, but get him high too? He’s a menace. Oh, and he hates straws. According to him, “Straws are for pussies.” No, that’s nothing like Juno at all. Carter must be thinking of his brother instead.
Speaking of, Juno lies sprawled across the entire bed, just a thin wall separating him from the kitchen. Wearing his boxers, tufts of his messy mauve hair stuck to his damp skin while his bare chest rose and fell in steady, calm breaths. When the lights came back on, the mood was different.
The room was quiet, but his mind wasn’t. After they’d finished, he was left alone with his thoughts and a dull headache, slowly coming down from the high. “Did you like that?” His words to her.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” His neck was peppered with hickeys, and his back and chest were traced with scratches. Some blood was drawn, and tears fell. “No, you’re all good. I loved it.” Just thinking about Carter had him feeling restless again. If that was the case, she’d better hurry back soon.
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“Ruuuuuude!” Said the ‘Dick Sucking Ghost’.
Carter stood at the table in shock with her face scrunched up at the sight of her pasty friend, Silas, sipping chocolate milk from a bendy straw. He was dressed in a soft, baby blue nightie and a matching headscarf, his milky white skin contrasting with the delicate fabric. His light green eyes sparkled mischievously, and his tousled, strawberry-blonde hair peeked out from beneath the headscarf.
“Nigga…” Carter hissed. Silas looks up from his phone, holding an old cola glass in his hand and a book, snickering at Carter. “That bitch…” She thought. “Even ruder!” Silas huffed and puffed.
“Who you callin’ a nigga, yellow nigga?” He pries his lips off of his straw, exhaling with a soft moan and licking his lips after. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he finished the last of his milk. Carter marches up to him, jabbing her finger in his chest as he backs himself into a stool behind him. “You. You pasty, straw-slurping, non-melanin-having ass, nigga.” It’s all playful banter. He calls her yellow and she calls him pasty, don't worry though, it’s all in good fun.
Carter hissed again. “That’s MY cokeglass too?? Motherfucker… Do you wanna pass away?” She crossed her arms over her chest, her breasts squished between her arms and her nipples poking out through her thin shirt. Silas stares intently. “My bad, shit. They looked at me first…” Silas apologized, holding up the glass and looking back from it to her. “Though it looked nice, kinda like you.” He shrugged at her, as she came over. Holding his hands out as he mimics her figure with the coke glass, “It’s full-figured just like you. A tall glass of—”
“Don’t patronize me, Silas…” But she’s the one blushing.
“Look, Carter, I got my homemade ice cream in the freezer. You can get the last of that instead.” Silas smiled warmly, and Carter relaxed. “Kay, cool...” She agreed, sitting back against the table and tapping her foot impatiently. “If you’re lying, I’ll beat your ass. And if it’s strawberry, I’ll kill you.”
“Alright, damn…” Silas walks over to the freezer, and it’s a freezer… Frozen nuggets, uhm… an oddly shaped balloon filled with a strange substance, a bag of ice, an ice tray, a bunny ice pack, freezer-burnt waffles. “Wait, they’re freezer burnt? No wonder they tasted funny…”
No ice cream though, “W-what the fuck? Who ate my??” He points his head up, facing the direction of the staircase in the hallway. “Now you know how I feel.” Carter stood behind Silas with a funky-shaped cutting board in her hand, she kept stroking it… It was pretty big and looked a bit like a Charcuterie board. Silas whips his head around with a faint crack of his neck, “The fuck is that?” He asked, eyes wide and quite shocked. He didn’t have any time for Carter’s antics, but he also wanted to know who ate his ice cream.
“It’s my paddle.” She holds it out for him. Now that can actually see it, she does have a paddle… It’s made from dark wood, can’t say what kind and has a pink ribbon around the handle and some letters painted on. “Aw, fuck nah… You gonna get us killed, Carter.” Silas said softly trying to stay calm. He doesn’t trust her with weapons, so he’s tense about this.
“No, I won’t…” Carter says confidently with her paddle over her shoulder and a winning smile on her face. Silas stands at the counter stirring his straw, he sees a tall and dark figure standing over Carter. It scares him shitless until the figure comes closer to the light, it’s only Juno. “I’mma be like….”
“Shit, he’s hot and scary…!” Silas thought to himself as he scanned Juno with his dark-colored eyes, a not-so-subtle blush covering his milky white face, easily giving him away. Silas’ eyes lock onto the thick tufts of ashen grey hair. “Is that what she meant when she said he can’t shave? There’s no way that’s real... That’s a lot of hair… It’s so clean, and white, and soft…? And the thickness, it looks like fur! I don't even like body hair, my guy is shaved, and clean. But Juno… he’s making me act up!!”
Silas sighs harder with an audible moan, just at the sight of Juno, he hates himself for feeling this way. “Thirty minutes ago, me and my guy were fucking. Now here I am drooling over my ex’s boyfriend, like a fucking whore…”
“Between these two. Do I wanna be him or her? Carter’s got thighs I’d wanna be smothered with, thighs I wanna fuck. And then there’s Juno, he— He’s a crafty fucker, real good with his hands, told me once-…Fuuuuuck…. But Carter’s ass… At some point in time, I need a foursome with them…”
“And he’s going to be so scared of me once he sees this paddle.” She says with her hand resting on her hip, as she rocks back and forth with the paddle over her shoulder. Her shirt lifts up slightly, giving Silas just a bit of cheek action. Silas clasps his hands together and shuts his eyes. He’s never prayed before, but that doesn’t mean he can’t try.
“Carter…” Silas whispered, but Carter’s too cocky to hear him. Juno sees this and laughs, pressing his finger to his lips in a means for Silas to stay quiet. “I’ll just march right up to Juno and ask his silly ass.” Juno watches Carter boast on and on about how she’s going to be using the paddle on him. He smirks as he continues listening to her, knowing that the opposite is going to be true.
“Carter…” Silas tried to warn but her, but the bitch don’t listen. While walking backward and demonstrating the dominance she’ll use against Juno, she backs into him and abruptly “her” paddle is swiped from her hands. “Huh, what the…?”
“March right up and ask my silly ass what?”
“Nothing!“ Carter squealed. “Nothing at all!” Silas was laughing his ass off in the background. “Mousy, I tried to tell you.” Juno and Carter both glare. “Silas shut the fuck up.”
“‘That my paddle?”
“Did you eat his ice cream?” Carter asks him to which he replies with another question. “Which one of you took the last of the cake?” Silas is easily thrown off by Juno, now stuck questioning the existence of a cake. “We had a cake?” Another voice is heard.
“We’re not doing that. Answer my question.”
“Shut up, shut up! Shut the fuck up! Who the fuck is talking right now??” Carter shouts. I have enough voice in my head, I don’t need three more.
“Jesus, Carter.” Juno sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Lulu, standing behind to Juno, nodded and agreed. “Seriously.” The hint of her baritone voice turns the heads of everybody in the room. Juno looks back and sees the chubby, goth woman standing behind him and in the dark. All wrapped up in her black robe, hair darker than the night, with the complexion of a ghost.
“Where the fu—” Juno cuts himself off to make a life-saving correction. “Where, did you come from, Lulu…?” He speaks slowly, and clearly, no tongue-clicking, sucking, sighing, or attitude. Nobody can talk down to or cuss at Lulu unless they have a death wish. “Why are you guys all up this late? I know most of you don't do shit, and I don’t want another reason for you lazy fucks to not do more shit.”
“Mama Lulu…” Silas mouthed to Carter, Lulu shot a glare at the two subs. Carter makes direct eye contact with Lulu, catching a glimpse of her red eye through her curtain bangs. “Explain.” The goth demanded. Juno and Silas stare at the walls and cabinets. “these are nice…” Juno starts rubbing the counter, and Silas is molesting the cupboards.
“So, what had happened was…”
Carter explains their little situation Lulu, which sparks the attention of the other members of the house, officially waking up the entire household. Everyone stands on opposite sides of the crowded kitchen as they give their stories. Silas is at the washer with his boyfriend Vincent and checking the cabinets for any extra snacks, all they find are stale crackers, bread, dusty beans and rice. Carter is sitting on the countertop by the microwave and cookie jar with Juno sitting on the floor and tending to his bong to pass the time and Lulu is at the fridge.
Juno took a few hits of his bong to try and relax. With him being forced to stay quiet, he found it was the best thing he could do to keep himself from getting too antsy. As he took a few more hits, his thoughts started to get more and more cloudy, and he slumped against the counter, watching the other members of the house interact while he just sat on the floor, still puffing on his bong.
“Wanna go for a joy ride?” He suggested. Lulu shakes her head at him. “And have me driving around in the dark? Hell no.”
“I think I got some gas left in the hearse.” Carter raises her hand. “I’ll drive and you pick the jams.”
“Sounds good.”