Dreaming of Demonic Sisters

Sorry I didn’t get this updated yesterday, had to help someone move into a new house

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In the middle of my senior year, we go a paper that asked us what our short term goals where. I hated having to figure that out more than anything, so I wrote something logical.

For short term, I wrote down- lose my virginity. For the long term goal, I marked it out, wrote ’life long’ above it, and put down- never get raped.

All in all, I thought it was a pretty good idea. Teachers didn’t think so though, but I’m more than happy to say that so far, my goals have been reached.

And really, is it bad to want to live as an unraped nonvirgin?

And yes, you’ll find those words in my personal dictionary. Yeah, they may not have definitions, but it’s kind of obvious, don’t you think?

Right now, I’m kind of wishing I remembered the topic I was on originally because I feel like I’m offending myself, and I have no idea why.

And the only reason I bring this up, is because I’m trying to take my mind off of Seth right now. I really wanted to see his wings, and I didn’t get to!

So now I was pissed.

Thinking about Seth molesting me in my time of need does not help at all, especially when all I was doing was trying to seduce him enough to get my way. He took it way too far. I don’t care that I enjoyed it.

He has really nice cars. Nothing close to my mustang, but still, nice. Sleek. Blue.

Like the black one, but doesn’t make me think of cats.

How much money did Seth have, anyway?

Does this mean I don’t ever have to get a job!

Take that, smart people!

You can be the one’s working at McDonalds now.

But back to the main point. Nice car.

It was the only one left in the garage. There was room for one more, for the black one, but I have no idea what happened to it. Apparently Seth didn’t even care, because he hadn’t mentioned it once, which I thought was kind of weird.

Does that mean he doesn’t care for materialistic possessions? Does that mean I’m not getting anything for my birthday?

Does he even know when my birthday is? I mean, I haven’t even told him.

And he hasn’t asked. Aw…

Quid pro quo, and all that.

But yes, here we were, in the car, driving down the interstate, just me and Seth.

Pissed at each other.

Fun fun.

Earlier, before we left, we got into an argument.

Okay, it was mostly just an argument for me, but whatever.

Anyway, I basically accused him for not being able to keep it in his pants, and he told me that I was asking for it.

Asking for it.

I made a bet with him. Yes, another one. It was pretty much the same as the second deal that we made. Basically, we couldn’t touch each other.

Stakes were humiliation. There was no way I could prove him right that I was actually asking for it.

I’m bored. I hate road trips

Oh god no!

I FORGOT SNACKS!

Fuck you, Seth.

Fuck. You.

I need to get an MP3 player. Or steal Blue’s Ipod.

What’s she going to do, track me down?

Gonna put a little gps thingy in her Ipod that she doesn’t even use, hm?

Should I make my own music?

Oh no.

That song is in my head.

You know the one. We all had to sing it in elementary music class. The one with the bluebird.

Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah

Zip-A-Dee-A

My oh my, what a wonderful-

Cake.

I want cake so bad right now. We just passed a fucking bakery. Way to go, Seth. Thanks a fucking lot.

I want to throw a tantrum now, but I’m not that immature, am I?


Possibly.

It’s closed, anyway. Too late at night.

You know, I wonder what happened to all my stuff. Probably stolen or something. Was my cell in there?

I really can’t remember if I ever brought my cell with me to Seth’s. Well, if I did, I lost it on the way, or something, because I haven’t seen it in a while.

“I’m bored.” Hey, just because I was denying him sex again, didn’t mean I wasn’t talking to him.

“Turn on the radio,” Seth told me. He sounded a bit angry.

“I don’t want to.” Some day, I’m going to get myself killed by pissing the wrong man off. You’d think, after Greggy, I’d have learned.

Ah.

I just remembered something.

“Seth?” I turned to him, but he wouldn’t look at me. No, I need eye contact. It’s important. “It’s super urgent.”

He finally looked at me when I announced how urgent my urgency was.

“What?” Yeah, definitely pissed.

“If dad’s there, he can not know that I’m gay, okay?” Dad would kill me. I really don’t know anyone that was as blatantly homophobic as him. He’d either kill me or disown me. Or send me to a straight camp.

I don’t want to be sent to a straight camp.

Or killed, of course.

“Fine.” Seth grumbled. Great, I have to think of a way to make sure that he doesn’t tell dad just to spite me.

“And the bet?” I got a glare. “How about it doesn’t apply for tonight.”

How about that. My plan worked.

They always do.

“But we’d have to stop to do that.” I’m not about to have sex in his car. Yeah, it’s a bit of a turn on, but just not in this car. Maybe if we had the black one. I like that one.

And it meant a hotel!

“No, we’re not stopping.” Seth shook his head, and I had the urge to cross my arms across my chest. But I’m not a whiny blonde girl, so I didn’t.

“Why not?” I whined. Now only if I was blonde and had undergone a man-to-woman sex change. Or woman-to-man. Either would be fine, because it’d fit. Either I am, or used to be.

“We don’t have a reason to.” Seth startled me out of my potentially gruesome thoughts. “And I want to get there and back.” What, was he some sort of socially outcasted hermit or something?

“Wouldn’t sex be a good reason?” I thought so, anyway. Actually, it sounded perfect.

“Well, I gu-”

“And this might be the last time we can have a sex for a while that wouldn’t make one of us lose the bet.”

“Well… Yea-”

“And we should use every chance we get, right?” I laid a hand on Seth’s leg, rubbing in small circles.

You know what, I really wouldn’t mind getting fucked in this car, but it just seemed a bit dirty..

Not the car, but what we were doing in the car.

Might do. Eventually. Probably.

Definitely.

Anyways…

Seth shifted when I started rubbing up and down, closer to his groin every time. You know, I think the car just got faster, too.

“We aren’t even around any towns.” Seth stated, his voice gone low. I put on a little more pressure, and he sat up straighter.

“We just left one.” The one with the bakery. It wasn’t that far behind us.

“Even still…” I moved my hand up, till it rested over his groin.

I’d thought the car would have sped up even more, but instead, it slowed down.

It was almost pitch black outside, if it weren’t for the moon.

There weren’t even any cars around, either.

Perfect.

Whoa, we’re on a gravel road. When did that happen? I didn’t even feel the road get bumpy. Was probably a little too distracted.

When the hell did we stop?

“This a way to a hotel?” I joked, turning to Seth, who was staring at me. He had a sort of possessive look in his eye.

Kind of hot. It suited him. You know, when it was aimed towards me.

I’d kill whoever else he gave this look to. Or I’d try, anyway.

Or I’d annoy them enough that they went away.

Maybe drive them a little crazy, while I was at it.

You know, I want to try to make someone crazy. But who? Someone that, if they became dangerous, or even just annoying, wouldn’t effect me…

“Jay.” Seth must have noticed that he didn’t have my full attention. Well, he did now.

He almost scared the shit out of me when his hand shot out, behind my head, and pushing me towards him, kissing me hard. His other hand went to grope me through my pants.

I couldn’t have that. Or at least didn’t want to. I want to touch him right now, and damn it, I was going to.

I kissed him back to the best of my abilities, shooing his hand away, so I could unbuckle myself, and push myself towards him.

I thought about straddling him, but I didn’t want to be too predictable. Besides, doing the same thing over and over again gets boring. Not that it was yet, but I didn’t want to wear it out too much.

He wasn’t wearing a buckle, thankfully, so it didn’t take me long before I had his erection out and in my hand, beginning to stroke.

But no, there was something else I wanted to do.

I leaned back, breaking the kiss, with Seth trying to follow, before he looked at me confused.

I could only smirk, before going down, licking the slit, making his hips twitch.

I got my mouth around the head, giving a suck, making him groan out.

For a minute, I thought about trying to deep throat, but I decided not to. I wasn’t exactly experienced, no matter how confident I acted about my sex life.

Seth didn’t seem to expect it, either. He tangled a hand in my hair, pushing me down at the pace he wanted, but not hard enough that I’d choke on him.

His hips continued to twitch every time I sucked, trying hard not to thrust. Even harder when I put a hand around his base, and stroked whatever I couldn’t get.

I got a small warning before he released into my mouth.

Mm.

I barely even had a chance to swallow, before he was kissing me again, his hand trailing down my stomach, to my pants.

He managed to get it unbutton and unzipped somehow, slipped a hand in and-

I heard knocking.

Well. Hahhhh.

“Is there someone in there?”

Well, what do you think? Did you not just hear a scream when you tapped on the window?

And now I couldn’t look at Seth cause he was staring at me with his WTF look and his hand still down my pants.

And no, I wasn’t too aroused at the moment. Not anymore.

Thank fucking god that didn’t happen when I was blowing him. I’d probably be dead.

And now I was really fucking mad and embarrassed and my face was red and I’m rambling to get my mind off of it but it’s not working.

I’m fucking sorry that the first thought in my mind was Jason or something.

Well, now that I think about it, I doubt Jason would knock.

Seth finally removed his hand, so I could do up my pants. He rolled down the window, just so I could have a light flashed into my eyes.

“Everything going alright?” I heard. Fuck. I’m blind.

Seth can deal with this shit.

And with that in mind, I continued to try and blink the dots out of my eyes.

I tuned in long enough to find out what the hell the man was doing here. Some cop making his rounds. Apparently some kids were doing something illegal around this area, so they kept a close eye on it. Wanted to make sure we weren’t in on it.

Of course, the cop didn’t suspect us, and just told us to get lost, though more politely then how I put it. The meaning was all the same.

Fuck off.

Wait, I think the thing I said before that was politer than what I just did now. Nice.

Seth started the car up, and soon we were back on the interstate, without a word.

I decided that I didn’t want to sit up here anymore. Nope, not no more. Nothing against Seth, I just can’t stand how I just completely and totally embarrassed myself in front of him and a complete stranger.

Aren’t I just special?

Apparently more than I even imagined.

I can do things that people have never seen before.

Not, just kidding. That’s Seth. He has wings.

“I’m getting in the back,” I announced, hoping that Seth wouldn’t say that he wanted to get back there instead.

Besides, I wanted to sleep this off.

And hope that, when I woke up, this whole ordeal would have been forgotten about, and I’d be the only one who’d remember it and get embarrassed every time I thought about it or someone alluded to knowing something about it, so that I could deny it as much as I could and eventually punch them if they kept bringing it up.

It’s my business.

And now I was unaroused and unsated and tired and embarrassed and almost too tired to think straight.

Can a person think crookedly? Well, I guess if they were evil.

That sounded stupid, even in my head.

I fell asleep pretty quickly. Had a nice, morbid dream about Blue murdering me for some reason or another. Woke up to find that we were still driving, it was getting light, and I had absolutely no idea where the hell we were.

Great. Just wonderful.

Now I feel really shitty.