Shocked awake

"No.... Nooo!!!!"

With a start, Andy felt himself waking up again.

Phew. He was just dreaming. It was too vivid, life-like even.

Damn haunted house.

It took time to recollect himself.

That's when he realised he was being shaken. His eyes narrowed into focus.

It turns out it was his stepmother Monica.

Was she still in her lingerie? It looked to be. She even had lost the shift that had tried to afford her some modesty. It was gods knows where, not that he cared. His two eyes were fixated on her pushed up breasts that were half-dangling over his face. Did she realise? Probably not.

Andy could hear her saying something repeatedly. She was using her hands to grip his bare shoulders. But the thing is.... her grip was becoming stronger, intense even.

Was she scared, or just too caring?

The pain from her fingernails digging into his flesh made him realise that he really was awake now. Sobered, he listened in.

"Sssh... It's just a nightmare, okay! Just wake up now, please I'm begging you!"

Why did her words sound so **** and pleading?

Was there an edge to her voice too?

How did he not notice this side of her before. Wait. Why would he think that?

With some concern, Andy was beginning to feel himself growing hard. Luckily it was dark, so she hadn't noticed. Guilt festered inside.

"Sorry... I must've had a nightmare...," He said with a small whisper. "I think it might have something to do with this house."

"Oh thank god! You're awake!" She yelled in relieved excitement. "I've been shaking you for ages!" A small tear rolled down her cheek as she smiled distractedly.

Did she not hear the part about the house?

Sigh....

Moving on.

"Oh... Sorry... I don't know what happened, but I couldn't wake up," Andy scratched the back of his head helplessly.

"It's just great your awake," she said, not taking to heart the excuse.

The relieved happiness soon turned into quiet silence as both of them sat there. Andy had to broach the subject.

"You had the nightmares too?" He asked tentively.

Monica gave a small nod.

"Is that when you woke up and tried to shake me awake?"

Another nod.

"It's this damn place, you can't tell me it's not..." he looked for some sort of agreement, but all he got was a weak smile.

"Well I don't know about you, but I'm going to go try find the others," with a flip of his sheets he made to exit. Even he couldn't believe his own words. Was the fear finally subsiding or had it just been channelled into something else.

Andy heard a sudden gasp.

"What-?" Halfway through speaking goosebumps arose along his flesh. Looking down, he just realised he was stark-ass naked. What's worse, his stepmother could probably see it all too.

Where the hell did his clothes go?

That's when a dark laugh echoed out in the moon lit illuminated room.