Alvin finds out

Alvin Davis found himself standing in the doorway of his house, looking in. The black union soldiers had made themselves comfortable everywhere throughout the house. A few were even seated in the armchairs and smoking his father’s pipe. The black faces all turned to face him and lit up with bright toothy grins.

Alvin felt a bottomless pit form in his gut. He stepped into the house, and called out loudly for his mother. Then his sisters. Then his brother, Austin.

There were no replies. None from his family and none from the scores of black smiling faces around him.

But there were other sounds. A strange noise coming from the ceiling.

Voices. Footsteps. Things thumping. Things creaking.

Worried, Alvin rushed for the stairway to the second floor, only to find scores more black faces smiling down at him from the shadows above.

A sharp cry from somewhere in the house jolted Alvin wide awake. He snapped his head around while his heart thumped in his ribcage, flinging droplets of his cold sweat around. He was sitting in an armchair and the candle beside him had died out, shrouding him in shadow.

Alvin remembered curling up with a book in the hall after dinner. He was still clutching the open book tightly to his chest. He realized that he must have dozed off.

The house was dark and silent, but echoes of the sharp cry that woke him still rung vividly in his ears. The voice of the cry was awfully familiar.

The 20-year-old young man sat still and took several deep breaths, waiting for his galloping heart to catch up. His dream still unnerved him and he kept expecting to see black smiling faces emerging from the shadows all around him.

Just when he was convinced that all was right in the world, Alvin heard the squeaky hinges of a door swinging somewhere within the house. Alvin had lived in the house all his life. He could tell it was the door of the downstairs study that had just opened. His eyes immediately shot in that direction.

Then Alvin heard footsteps on floorboards. It was slow and controlled, but heavy. It was not the footsteps of a girl or woman, nor could it be young Austin.

Terror clutched at Alvin’s throat at a the prospect of an intruder. The Union soldiers had long confiscated all their guns. He and his family were defenseless.

Alvin pricked his ears as the footsteps approached. He could hear heavy breathing. Soft panting.

A figure emerged out of the shadows of the hallway leading to the study and stepped into the pool of moonlight that spilled in through the windows.

Alvin suddenly remembered watching his lovely mother Eleanor and that **** turned Union Captain, Samuel, entering the study together after dinner earlier in the evening. It helped him quickly recognize what he was seeing now.

Samuel stepped out into the moonlight, walking stoically upright. He was carrying Eleanor in his strong arms, like a groom with his bride on their wedding night.

Alvin’s first thought was that the nigger had finally shown his true colors and attacked his mother. But then Alvin noticed that his mother had wrapped her lily-white arms around Samuel’s neck and they were both locking lips with each other while he carried her.

They were kissing….

Deeply. Passionately. Hungrily.

The skirt of Eleanor’s dress had also mostly ridden up to her waist. The moonlight made the white skin of her shapely, long, strong, toned, bare legs glow like pure alabaster.

Samuel stopped in the middle of the pool of moonlight on the floor. At first Alvin thought that he had been spotted, but neither his beautiful white mother nor the black former **** was even looking at him. They were too busy french-kissing and Samuel was just pausing his walk to return Eleanor’s intensity with his own craven tongue.

Fervent panting and soft moans filled the hall and flowed into Alvin’s burning ears. The white boy’s eyes traced the supple curve of his mother’s long, athletic thighs, down to her shapely butt. His gaze fixed on the viscous fluid flowing and dripping freely onto the floorboards from her inflamed red-pink cunt. The leaking fluid shimmered like bright molten silver in the moonlight as it oozed copiously out of her.

Alvin’s mind went numb.

Panting laboriously, Eleanor pulled away from Samuel’s mouth and stared into his brown eyes with bright blue furious intensity. “My bedroom… Upstairs… Hurry…” she panted.

Samuel turned towards the manor stairs and slipped out of the moonlight with Eleanor.

Alvin watched his mother cup Samuel’s face in her hands and urgently kiss him on the mouth again while sighing with desire. Then the shadows claimed them both. The next thing Alvin heard were the creaking of the stairs.