Chapter 4

Kathy Kirkwood 39
Peter 18
Kelly 19
Larry 42
Granpa 69
Trixie 18

All imaginary players 18+

“I wish you’d get your hair cut, Peter,” Kathy Kirkwood said to her eighteen-year-old son. He almost tripped on his long pants as he carried a box marked ‘kitchen’ into the cabin. “And stop wearing those black T-shirts.”

“If you got your hair cut, you could see better,” Larry said to his son. “And those pants are a trip hazard.”

“You guys are so materialistic,” Peter said, setting the box on the oaken kitchen table. “Who builds a family lodge on a private lake and calls it a cabin?” he asked, putting a hair band on his long red hair. Mom looks so fucking hot in her tight denim jumpsuit. Gorgeous face. Big tits. Auburn hair. Fuck! Lucky fucking Dad gets to fuck her! Here comes sis in her miniskirt, a teen version of Mom.

“It would be nice if you carried more than a small box into the cabin,” Kathy said to Kelly. Her nineteen-year-old daughter gave her a look.

“The movers did most of the lifting,” Larry said, smiling at Kelly.

“Yeah, Mom,” Kelly said. “Daddy said the movers did most of the work.”

Kathy rolled her eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t wear those miniskirts. Men don’t need free advertising.”

Larry walked away.

“Daddy’s girl,” Peter said.

“Skinny freak,” Kelly said.

“Stop it,” Kathy said, putting dishes away.

“Petey wants to help Dad so he can go upstairs and look at his dirty magazines,” Kelly said.

“How do you know I have any?” Peter asked. There’s no fucking way the little bitch could’ve found them. I hid them well.

“Stop it right now!” Kathy said louder.

“Stop what?” Larry said, carrying a box into the kitchen.

“Sis said I have dirty mags in my room,” Peter said. Bitch!

“I know he does,” Kelly said.

“Knock it off!” Larry said. “Stop talking to each other!” He looked at his wife and shrugged.

Peter went back to the family truck and got the last of the boxes. Fucking bitch! I’d love to see her and Mom become my sex slaves. Dad could fuck sis, too! She’d love that! He carried the last of the cases into the kitchen and didn’t say anything. He went up to his lodge attic bedroom. He pried away a loose wooden panel and pulled out several dirty magazines. He laid out the magazines with lurid photographs. His eyes glazed over looking at the picture of girls sucking and fucking cocks.

His real treasure was the single paperback novel with the main theme of incest. Entire families fucking. His mind was a cesspool of lust as he pulled out his oversized cock and stroked. He grabbed a handful of facial tissue to catch the discharge as he stared at the pictures.

His bloated cock sprayed the first load into the tissue when his mother’s voice called up the stairs.

“Peter! Peter! Dad wants to know if you want to go into town to get pizza with him!”

Fuck! “Yeah, Mom! Be right there!” he yelled he jerked and his jizz sprayed onto his precious porn novel. He couldn’t stop. His spunk splattered on the paperback cover. It depicted a woman on all fours, a young man mounted behind her. A girl was riding on top of a man. They were all in the same bed. Their faces expressed happiness and pleasure. Fuck it! He sprayed on the pictures of the women and girls sucking and fucking cock.

He grabbed the spunk splattered porn and inserted it behind the wood paneling. He made himself presentable and went downstairs. I wish I were a pornographer! What a great job! Directing the porn movies I want! It would be so fucking cool if I had a camera. Fuck yeah! A magic incest porn camera! Dad drove the truck even though Peter had a license. His dad talked about women and sex with the radio on country western music. He listened and grunted, asked a question now and then. His sister was in her second year of college. He was going in his first. His dad rattled on about a girl like Kelly would find a rich man. His mom had caught him in college.

They went into a small pizza shop. An attractive, dark-haired goth girl stood behind the counter. Peter glanced at her and felt his face flush. He looked away as his dad ordered the pies and sodas. He knew she was aware of him and his discomfort.

A bald, bearded old man came out from the kitchen holding a box with a camera in it. He wore white pizza sauce-stained clothes and a paper hat. “Do you want this?” he asked, looking at Peter. “Some tourist left this here a while ago and never came back for it.”

“Wow!” Peter said. “It’s some kind of camcorder and videotapes! They’re new on the market! And a tripod!” He looked around, embarrassed by his outburst.

“Never apologize for passion,” the old man said. “You look like a movie maker to me.”

“You do,” the girl smiled. “He has talent, Grandpa.”

Peter’s face reddened. He smiled back.

“I didn’t know you wanted to make movies,” Larry said, looking at Peter. “That’s a hard field to get into. Film school is expensive. And there are no guarantees you could earn a good living.”

“He’ll do okay,” the girl smiled. “I have a feeling,” she shrugged.

Peter was aware of how large her breasts were. Her porcelain skin emphasized her dark makeup and lipstick.

“If Trixie has a feeling it’s a sure thing,” the old man said.

A timer went off.

The old man went back into the kitchen. He came out with the pizzas. “I put on extra sauce and cheese,” he smiled.

Peter watched his dad pay for it. Larry took the pies and the soda. Peter took the box with the camcorder and tapes.

Trixie slipped a note in the box. “Call me sometime,” she smiled. “I would love to party with you,” she whispered. “Tonight. After dark. I can show you how to use the camera.”

Larry chuckled as they got in the truck. “She’s a wild one, Peter. It’s a long fall from cloud nine.”

Kathy had the oaken kitchen table set when they got back to the cabin. “Would you call Kelly for dinner?” she asked Larry. “You know how she gets when she’s on the phone.”

Peter could not stop smiling. The goth girl. The camcorder. “I’ll be right back,” he said, going to his room with his treasures. He looked at the phone number and the camcorder. Thank you, God! He plugged in the battery. The light flashed green. He heard complaining about having to get off the phone.

“A goth girl gave Petey her number?” Kelly said at the table. “Why? He has no friends. He’s too weird.”

“Stop it,” Kathy said to her daughter. “Your brother excels in school.”

“Still waters run deep,” Larry quoted.

Something dark stirred inside him. “She believes in me,” he said. “She wants me to call her so she can come over and show me how to use the camcorder.”

Peter’s lust-clouded brain did not process any of the family chatter. He wolfed his pizza. Gulped his soda. And beat his sister to the phone.

“Hi,” he said. “You gave me your number?”

She giggled. “You are such a virgin! I fucking love virgins! Want me to come over?”

“Hell yeah,” he said. “I live in the new cabin by the lake.”

“I know where you live, Peter,” she said. “I’ll be there in six minutes.”

Peter ran down the stairs. His parents were watching TV via the large satellite dish in the backyard. “Trixie is coming over right now,” he said.

“Who?” his mother asked, sitting next to his dad on the leather sectional sofa.

“The girl from the pizza place,” he answered.

“Make sure she’s on the pill,” Larry muttered.

“Larry,” Kathy said, hitting him on the arm.

“Or wear a rubber,” he added.

“Larry Kirkwood!” Kathy said, hitting him harder.

Peter didn’t have to ask where his sister was. She would be in her room on the phone.

He looked out the bay window, watching for Trixie. The old-growth trees darkened the road and driveway. He turned on the outside lights. He paced. He looked at the grandfather clock in the entryway.

His heart stopped when there was a sharp rap on the front double doors. He opened it. “Hi,” he said. His mind burned. His face flushed. Her face had heavy goth makeup. Her sleeveless black halter top emphasized her meaty breasts and tattoos. Her micro mini skirt was black with chains. Her fishnet stockings had crosses and skull patterns. Her black platform shoes had chains. Her black choker had skulls and cross rivets.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she smiled.

“Hell, yeah,” he said. “C’mon in.” He stepped to the side, noticing she had a large black cross-studded shoulder bag. “I didn’t see you come down the driveway.”

“It’s dark out,” she smiled, looking around the entryway. “And I am wearing black.”

Peter wanted to ask her how she knew where he lived and how she got there, but thought better of it. “Would you like me to take your bag?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, handing it to him, watching his face. “It doesn’t matter how I got here, does it?”

“Nope,” he said, noticing how dark her eyes were. Is she reading my mind?

“It matters that I’m here, with you,” she whispered, touching his face. She grabbed his neck and pressed her open mouth over his.

Holy fuck! Her tongue’s in my mouth! Peter stifled a groan. He held the shoulder bag to hide his tented black jeans. He grabbed her with one arm.

She pulled back. “Fuck! You smell delicious,” she breathed. “Introduce me to your family,” she said. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

“Okay,” he said, following her as she held his hand, leading him to the family room. How does she know where to go?

“Hi, I’m Trixie,” she smiled. “I’m Peter’s girlfriend.”

“We met before,” Larry chuckled. “I’m Larry, and this is my wife, Kathy.”

“I’m Peter’s mother,” Kathy said, giving Trixie a look.

“I’m going to show Peter how to use the camcorder,” Trixie said. “It’s custom made.”

How does she know that? Peter looked at her.

Larry chuckled, putting an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “Go ahead. Somebody needs to teach him.”

Kathy glared at Larry.

“Time to meet your sister, Kelly,” Trixie said as they left the family room.

“How do you know I have a sister named Kelly?” Peter asked as they went up the wooden stairs.

“Gossip,” she said. “This is a small town. A rich guy from the city builds a large cabin on a private lake. Beings, I mean, contractors, are going to talk.”

Peter followed her as they went to his sister’s room. Beings?

“She’s on the phone,” Trixie said, knocking on the wood-panelled door.

Kelly opened the door, holding her long corded phone to her ear. She looked Trixie up and down.

“Hi, I’m Trixie. Your brother’s girlfriend,” she smiled.

Kelly’s mouth opened. A girl’s voice came through the phone receiver. She looked at Peter and shut the door.

“She’s gonna be fun to play with,” Trixie smiled, looking at Peter. “Now let’s go to your attic bedroom so I can teach you about the camera and we can have lots of dark fun!”

“How did you know I have an attic bedroom?” Peter asked as she led him up the last flight of stairs.

“You’re either the kind of boy who has a basement or an attic bedroom,” she smiled, opening the panelled door.

“You are so rad,” Peter said as she looked at his horror, punk, and goth posters.

“I am so bad,” she smiled, looking at the row of books on his floor. “Love your taste in books with dark themes. So where do you keep your porn?”