Escape

I leaned back from Dad's computer, trembling like a leaf. The screen was black, but the image of my mom's otherworldly smile was burned into my mind: two fiery pits and a perfect crescent of teeth.

Throughout the ordeal of the last few days, I'd managed to stay calm with the help of a few puffs of weed and a healthy dollop of denial. But now the walls were crumbling down, and I went into full-on panic mode.

After a minute or two of hyperventilating, I suddenly rose to my feet. I can't deal with this on my own, I thought, forcing myself to walk towards the door. This is seriously fucked, and nobody's DOING anything! I need to get help... Yeah, that's it! I'll go for help, and everything will be okay.

By the time I got to the stairs, I had broken into a full-on sprint. Taking the steps two at a time, I rushed down into the front hall and--

--Nearly smacked face-first into my sister. My naked sister... And she wasn't alone.

Ella and Claire were just coming through the front door, laughing and practically skipping towards the back of the house together. My sister twirled past me with a giggle, as though I was the one dressed funny. Claire was wearing clothes, at least, but her jean shorts were unbuttoned and her tube top was pulled down, revealing one of her huge, perky breasts.

My head turned to follow that shocking-yet-wonderful sight, until they disappeared into the living room... And then I felt a firm tap against my thigh.

Spinning around, I came face-to-face with my mother's haunting grin. In the light of day she wasn't looking quite so haunting, but seeing it live... And so close... Still sent a chill up my spine. Then I looked down, and saw what was tapping against my thigh.

Mom was wearing a sun dress--Modest enough, especially compared to her daughter's lack-of-outfit. But the skirt was hiked up by her massive, throbbing erection, which was currently oozing pre-cum onto the side of my pants.

"Excuse me, dear. Coming through," she purred, her voice no less intimidating for how soft it was. After slapping her cock against my leg once more, she placed a hand on my chest, shoved me aside, and continued on her way... Into the living room, where the two giggling girls awaited her.

Without thinking, I wiped my hand across the stain that was spreading on my pants--Only to end up with a sticky leg and sticky fingers. Shaking off some of the clear-ish goo, I ran out the door.

I have to admit, I half-expected it to slam shut on its own... Or maybe I thought a claw was going to emerge from the floor and grab me. But no: I made it to the sidewalk, then stood in the warm sunlight with my heart thumping. To my surprise, it was late afternoon... I guess I spent a little longer staring at the computer than I thought.

Shit. Shitshitshit... What now?