Two Souls: Into the Fire # 282
warning … adult content
Steve was surprised that Ghost wanted to make love out here on the porch swing. He wasn’t going to protest, though. After all, their house was way out in the woods; no one else lived out here for miles. He smiled.
Ghost slowly rubbed his bare foot against Steve’s thigh. “Come here, I want you.”
Steve ran his hand up along Ghost’s leg. Ghost could feel the warmth transferred from the hot coffee cup, to Steve’s hand, to himself. He closed his eyes, catching his breath.
Steve set his mug on the porch. It was a bit awkward getting situated on the swing, as it kept rocking back and forth. Soon, though, the rocking began to keep time with their own sensual movements. They were free, and uninhibited with their passion, crying out as each touched the other in special places…in pleasure and a bit of loving pain. They didn’t hear the car drive up onto the gravel driveway.
It was Linda and Melody, in Kinsey’s car. They were momentarily shocked, but what else could they do…they were facing the porch, as they looked through the front windshield.
“Oh my, God, Linda,” Melody said. “What should we do?”
“Um…they’ll be done in a few minutes,” Linda said, and giggled. “Enjoy the show?”
“I feel like we’re watching a porno movie,” Melody said.
Linda shook her head. “No, we’re watching a love story.”
Melody covered her eyes, but Linda laughed, as she caught her peeking through her fingers. “You embarrassed?”
Melody nodded. “I don’t want to be seeing this. It’s my brother that I just met.”
Linda wondered, not for the first time, how much Melody had experienced in her life, she seemed so naïve.
“Okay, don’t look. It is pretty awkward. I mean, it’s my brother, too.”
“Oh, I’m glad the kids didn’t come with us out here,” Melody said.
“Me, too.” Linda took a quick glance up at the porch. All was still and quiet, now. “How should we let them know we’re here?”
“Uh…honk the horn? Or, just get out like we just got here. Pretend we didn’t see anything?”
“Yeah, that’s what we’ll do,” Linda said. “Ready?”
Melody nodded, and reached for the door handle.
“On the count of three, let’s open the doors, and get out. Act normal. One, two, three,” she counted. They opened the car doors, and as they got out, both slammed the doors to make a noise. They began talking about the weather, as they walked up the porch steps.
When Steve and Ghost heard the car doors slam shut, they froze. “Oh my, God…they’re here,” Steve said. He jumped up off of Ghost, grabbed his pajamas, and quickly stepped into them. He managed to get them pulled up, just as the girls had reached the porch steps.
Ghost had nothing to grab, except the blanket. He scrabbled around trying to find it. Steve saw it under the swing. He picked it up, and tossed it over Ghost, including his head.
“Hey,” Ghost hollered, his voice muffled. He was squirming around under the blanket, trying to find an edge to get his head out from under.
The girls stopped and stared. Linda couldn’t help herself from laughing.
“What are y’all doing here?” Steve asked.
“You told us to come over this morning,” Linda said.
“Oh, yeah…well…” he looked down at Ghost. “What the hell are you doing under there?” he asked, jerking the blanket off Ghost’s head. His hair was a fly-away, tangled mess from the static electricity in the blanket. Sweaty, and out of breath, he wrapped the blanket around himself, and without a word, stomped into the house, his bare feet barely making a sound. The trailing blanket knocked over the coffee cup, spilling the last dregs of the now cold liquid.
Melody was trying to stifle her giggles, by covering her mouth, but with little success.
“Y’all wanna come in?” Steve asked, trying to sound normal. He held open the screen door for them. Melody was taking it all in. There was a lot to look at…This is my brother’s house, and my grandmother’s…this is home…
Steve left the girls there in the living room, while he followed Ghost into the bedroom. He closed the door after himself, as he entered. Ghost was on the bed, just staring into space. When he looked up at Steve, a big, crooked grin lit up his face.
“We got caught,” he said, then got to laughing until tears ran down his face. Steve sat on the bed, laughing with him.
“Oh my, God…how long were they there?”
“I don’t know, they just appeared,” Ghost said. He lay back on the bed again, going over the past little while, in his head. He then got more serious, and reached over to pulled Steve to him. Turning on his side, he enveloped Steve in a warm hug, and kissed him. “It was so good out there,” he said, and smiled. “I want to do it again.”
“Mmm…me too,” Steve said. He smoothed Ghost’s hair, and looked into those eyes. Sighing, he kissed Ghost again. “We better get out there. Get dressed.” He got up off the bed, and went to the door. Ghost nodded, getting up, too.
Next part coming soon!
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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.
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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.