The Red Thread of Fate

Zack knew it was stupid to just run off, especially into a maze of caves he didn’t know at all. He just couldn’t stay there and watch his mother fucking a man who could be his father any longer. He needed to get away. He needed air. But he wasn’t thinking straight, because if he had been thinking logically he might have been able to retrace his steps and go out through the way that he and Heather had come in. Instead, he just set off in a sprint into the darkness, dashing through the caves, moving from one cavern to the next as he tried not to think about the implications of Robert Ravers possibly being his father.

He should have just stopped. He could hear Heather’s call echoing behind him, her footsteps moving quickly to catch up to him. Rather, he kept moving, using the mere action of getting more lost to distract himself from how the rest of his world was falling to pieces around him. Worse, the walls began to narrow, becoming more of a tunnel than a cave. The ground was rugged and bumpy here, Zack stumbling as he pressed on, expecting to turn the corner and find a dead end. The tunnel meandered downwards but turn after turn it went on, slithering on and on, the stone walls weeping around him. The earth was closing in on him and just as he began to wonder if this was some descent into hell that would never end (a turn of events he would actually welcome at this point), he felt a gust of cold, fresh air upon his face. Shafts of light glittered against the stone, blue and sparkling, like the cave were suddenly made of sapphires. Zack stopped sprinting, in awe and softly approached the exit of the tunnel.

On the other side was a small rounded cavern, open on one end but veiled by the waterfall. The moonlight shone through the crashing water, painting the whole cavern in that same beautiful, shimmering blue. He was surprised that the caves had taken him all the way to the waterfall where Kurt and Lisa were supposed to be looking for Victoria. He saw a thin path leading down around out from behind the waterfall. He followed the track, enjoying the cool, moist air, allowing it to calm him of his most immediate fears.

It wasn’t until Zack rounded the waterfall pool and came out upon the clearing that he became aware of another noise along with the clash of water upon water. It was softer but urgent, and huffing and a panting, impassioned and **** and somehow familiar. His eyes scanned for the source, a flash of yellow flapping in the wind drawing his gaze to Lisa. The hot little Latina, his ex-girlfriend, was sat upon a large flat rock, legs pulled up beside her, spread wide, her pretty pink pussy exposed to him as her hand rubbed at her swollen lips. As she dipped a finger between her folds, Zack instinctively took a step forward, dried leaves and grass crunching beneath his foot. Lisa’s head whipped up, shooting a frightened look at the dark haired boy watching her touch herself.

“Lisa?” he questioned, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Zack!” She squealed, elated like a child that got the present it wanted on Christmas morning. In an instance she was off the rock and running to him, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder as the momentum of her embrace made Zack take a few steps backwards. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

It was surreal to find her there like this, but it was also clear to Zack that she distressed about something. He placed one hand on the small of her back, pulling her tighter into the comforting hug, and rested his other hand on her head, feeling her thick black hair between his fingers.

“Yes, I’m here now,” Zack assured her, not fully understanding why that mattered but knowing that it mattered to her. “What’s wrong?”

Lisa pulled away, still in his arms but lifting her head from his shoulder. She couldn’t look him in the eye, ashamed of what had happened, instead staring down into his chest as she related her tale.

“It’s Brandon and Madison. They’re here, in this forest, camping out in a clearing nearby…” she said, building herself up to tell him the part that was really important. “…fucking.”

“Brandon and Madison?” Zack repeated, shocked. During school and his friendship with Brandon, he’d met Madison many times. She was a pretty girl but it had never seemed like Brandon had ever treated her like anything more than a sister. Had Brandon been so torn up about Ashley that he’d fucked his sister as some sort of rebound? It was the only thing that made sense to him and yet it didn’t sound like Brandon. The Brandon he knew wouldn’t be so callous and cold, especially to his own sister. “Brandon’s fucking his twin sister?”

“It’s true! I was appalled but they wouldn’t listen to me. Madison got pissed like she does and started trying to get me to admit that what there were doing was right…and hot,” Lisa continued, her voice quivering slightly as she breathed the word ‘hot’. “She started fucking him right in front of me, just to prove how natural and…hot…it was.”

“Wow, that’s…just wow,” Zack said, unable to believe what he was hearing. That temper and needing to be right sounded like Madison alright but what they were doing, Zack couldn’t imagine it. Every time he tried to think of Brandon and Madison having sex like that, all he could picture was the siblings, joking and goofing around like they always did. “Weren’t you with Kurt? Where is he?”

“Kurt was there too. He took me to them to ask about Victoria because he knew they were here. He saw them there earlier but this time Madison let him take part, telling him to take his cock out and jerk off while watching them, just to provoke me into admitting it was hot to watch them fuck,” Lisa explained, squirming on the spot as she felt her warm, bare pussy flush beneath her yellow summer dress. “Then she upped the ante further, touching his cock and telling me I could join in if I just agreed that what they were doing was right.”

“Ah, so that’s why you were out here playing with yourself,” Zack replied, beginning to understand what had gotten the fiery Latina so frustrated.

“I didn’t want to join in, Zack, I swear to you. My father raised me to believe in the law, to trust it. I couldn’t throw it in his face by admitting to Madison that her incestuous sex with her brother was okay, I just couldn’t,” Lisa insisted, near the point of tears as she leaned her head against his chest, wanting nothing more than for them to stop talking and for him to just hug her deeply in his arms. “More than that, I didn’t want to do that to you. I didn’t go through all the effort of getting you away from Ashley, just to turn around and throw myself into sex with three other people. I promised myself I would fight for you. I can’t do that if I allow myself to be taken in by some people fucking in front of me, no matter how hot it is.”

“Lisa,” Zack said soothingly, reaching up and cupping her face. “You don’t have to overthink it. We aren’t even really back together yet. I’ll admit that I’m considering it, but I haven’t broken up with Ashley either. And I’m not going to make the same mistake with you and Ashley that I made with Ashley and Chloe. I don’t want you denying yourself just because you think it’s what I want. You should be absolutely sure about what you want because it would be worse if in six months or a year you looked back and were full of regrets for the things you never did.”

“I’m already full of regrets,” Lisa replied, her big, dark brown eyes looking up into his baby blues. “I regret not doing more when we were together to stay together. I regret letting one drunken incident ruin what we had. I shouldn’t have made you wait to have sex.”

“I cheated on you. You had every right to be upset and every right to wait until you were ready. You can’t put my actions upon you, Lisa, that’s not right either,” Zack insisted, his voice becoming hard as his mind drifted back to his own problems. “Especially since it might just be in my blood.”

“In your blood?” Lisa frowned, searching Zack’s stony face for a clue. “What are you talking about?”

“Back in the cave, Heather and I stumbled upon my mother being fucked by-” He paused, wondering what he even called Heather’s dad anymore. Did he stick with Robert? Or was ‘dad’ technically more appropriate now? No, Gregory would always be his dad, if it were true Robert would only ever be his biological father. And there in lay the key; ‘if it were true’. Zack had no concrete evidence, just the babbling, frenzied words of a man fucking his mother. Until he had anything more to go on, Robert would suffice.

Before he could continue though, the sound of more footsteps approaching alerted the pair, turning to see who had come this time.