Chapter 26: The House Sitters

Telio Krasee was a black teen of eighteen, who’d spent most of his teen years in trouble with the law. If he wanted something, he just took it. He had a rap seat with over thirty entries since he was 15 years old. He lived in St Louis, in the part you always see on the news; “Another shooting tonight, news at 11.”

Tonight, Telio was out in the suburbs in a stolen Chevy. He was at the Wal-Mart, shopping. Unlike other shoppers, he had no intention of paying for anything. He stuffed all kinds of items from the electronics section into his dark green hoodie and his black pants. The Wal-Mart had good security, and security was soon approaching him as he neared the exit. As they tried to detain him, awaiting the police, Telio suddenly broke free and took off running. The two security guards were large and couldn’t keep up. He ran into the neighborhoods behind the store as he heard sirens begin to sound nearby.

Now Telio was no stranger to running from the police. In a residential neighborhood, he’d run into a house and hide. First, try the door. If it’s open, hide inside. If it’s empty, perfect. If anyone is in there, like an old couple, just tell them to shut up until the cops are gone. If it was a family, with a big Dad, run and find someplace else. Problem with a house was that if the cops have a dog and it gets your scent, he can follow you right to the house. He’d gone to jail twice that way. Tonight, it was raining pretty good, so he figured the odds were on his side.

Telio ran up to one house, saw a table with a family sitting at it. He jumped off the porch and ran to the next house. All dark. He tried the side door. It was open to the garage. He went in, the garage empty. Good because that meant the house was probably empty. Bad because he could really use a car right now. He tried the door to the house. It was unlocked too.

Inside Telio heard a TV playing. Some kind of monster movie it sounded like. He moved slowly, through the kitchen to the TV room. He saw two girls on the couch watching the TV. He stood up, flipped a light switch as he pointed his gun at the two.

Michelle Springer and Cheri Stewart sat on the couch of Cheri’s grandmother’s house. Cheri’s grandmother was in the hospital for a couple of weeks, so her house was empty. Cindy asked her mom if her and Michelle could go there and watch a movie and eat popcorn, so they wouldn’t have to put up with her two younger brothers. She agreed, saying she’d come pick them up at 9:30. Right now, it was 7:20 PM.

Cheri was just eighteen, very pretty with a very attractive body, she was also very shy, and rarely dated anyone. In fact, she was eighteen now and still a virgin. With her long blonde hair and shapely body, it was hard to imagine how that had happened.

Michelle was like Cheri. Eighteen also, they’d been best friends since elementary school. She was also very shy. She had long, light brown hair, a nice body and a very cute face. She looked much younger. Though Cheri had bigger boobs, 33C compared to Michelle’s 32B, Michelle had already had sex with a boy just two months ago. It was just one of the things they talked about while watching the movie.

Suddenly the light came on, scaring the hell out of them. Cheri and Michelle both cried out, jumping up to the edge of the couch. They both saw the tall, black youth pointing a gun at them. Both girls wanted to scream, but both girls just froze as he stood there, shaking, breathing hard, glaring at them. He spoke.

“Listen up! I’m just gonna be here a little while. So you two just sit down and shut the fuck up. You hearin’ me?” he yelled, holding the gun closer. Both girls nodded. They could hear the sirens. Cindy asked, “Are, are they looking for you...?”

“Shut the fuck up! Who else is here?!” He moved to the center of the room, dripping wet from the rain. She said, “no one...” He swore as he took his hoodie and pulled it off. He looked at the blonde. “Well? Go get me a fucking towel! You ain’t back in ten seconds, I shoot your little friend here in the head! Ten, nine...”

Cheri raced off to the bathroom, grabbed a towel from the towel rack and ran back, holding it out. He took it, wiped his dreadlocks with it, then his upper body. As he did, he was checking out the two honeys. Two middle-class white girls. They were both lookin’ good. Real good. He grinned. He had time to kill. “You,” he said, pointing at the brunette, “get over here.” She hesitated, not wanting to move or do anything as he kept waving the gun their way. Eventually she did, moving gingerly closer. He handed her the towel. “You get to help out while we wait. Now pull my pants down and dry my dick, bitch.”

Michelle at first was like “No fucking way, asshole!” Then she immediately regretted it. He hit her in the head with the gun; her head rang. OW, that hurt! She reluctantly picked up the towel, messing with it some, stalling. Meanwhile he told Cheri to go get another towel. “Ten seconds, bitch, then I hits her again!” Cheri ran to the kitchen, then Michelle felt the gun press to the top of her head. “Pull down my pants, girl,” he snarled. Hands shaking, more angry than afraid, she took hold of his wet running pants and pulled them down to the floor. He said the shorts too, so she pulled them down, too. Michelle stared at this huge, brown penis arching out in front of her. Holy crap, it’s true. Black guys really do have humongous dicks. He tapped her with the end of the gun as Cheri ran back in. “Get started, girl,” he snarled. Michelle slowly raised the towel to his penis, started to wipe it, even though it wasn’t wet.

Cheri stood there with the second towel. She also stared at this sight. A giant, brown negro dick right in her grandmother’s living room. What the fuck? Michelle was starting to wipe it with her towel. The man looked at Cheri. “You,” he said to her, “Take off that fucking top and that bra and show me those fucking tits of yours. Move it!” He swiped the gun at her, hitting her in her temple. She staggered, but kept on her feet. Slowly, she lifted her top up and off. Then she reached behind her, undid the bra and slid it off, covering her breasts as she did. Cheri did have some very nice tits, that was for sure. The man told her to take the towel, wipe his leg dry. She slowly knelt down as he grabbed her clothes from her. Nude above the waist now, she picked the towel back up and began to dry his leg. “But, it’s not even wet,” she said. He just snapped at her to keep going. She didn’t realize that the view from above was nothing short of spectacular as her breasts bounced around while she wiped his leg. She kept her arms together, trying to hide herself or something. Instead, it just highlighted her generous teen cleavage.