Movements in the dark

Chastity awoke in near pitch blackness to a sense of movement and strange noises. Disorientated for a moment… she couldn’t for the life of her work out where she was. The bed of her childhood felt wider… yet the room around far more spacious. The ceiling above was so far away as not to be even visible, and her little window had bred itself several siblings.

A gasping moan to one side brought her mind crashing back up to speed. She recognised her mother’s voice. However the wordless, animalistic inflections within it were entirely new. A rhythmic bounce was tremoring through the floor-bound mattress they shared, making even the springs squeak slightly. The teen could vaguely make out that there was another presence there, embroiled with her parent in some unknown altercation… but she could make out no details of either of them. “Yes!” came a hissing exhalation between her mother’s teeth, at least confirming that she was not being attacked. “Yes, yes, yes!” It was followed up by, in breathless redundancy. That was possibly the most times Chastity had ever heard the woman use the word… ‘No’ being a much more recognisable companion. She still had no idea what was occurring to earn such encouragement though…

Wakefulness returned the teenager some sense of her own body and position, devoid of the customary long nightdress she had worn thin through many previous restless nights… or even the cotton panties she had only ever bathed without. The only coverings which adorned her now were dried and flaking patches of the Brothers’ ‘seed’, which they had so eagerly donated her that evening of her eighteenth birthday. The various deposits all began to itch, suddenly, as her nerves remembered their existence. Yet, she resisted the urge to scratch… Somehow, the fear of those two other silhouettes in the dark knowing she was awake was more pressing. She was cold, with no sheets or duvet to cover her. But less cold than she might have imagined. Her nipples felt pointed and sensitive and toes required a wriggle out of stiffness. Yet her ears were glued to the sound of panting breaths coming from just over to her right. The voyeuristic thrill of listening in while they were unaware setting her heart beating on tenterhooks. The noises those bodies were making were so… primal. So private! There was a sort of squelching sound going on below that set her mind racing down avenues she didn’t really know how to describe. Just what were they doing that was eliciting her mother to make such unguarded, ungodly gasps and moans?

The girl heard and felt the press of their bodies slowly increase in pace. Felt the mattress dip deeper with every beat of their movements. She was half-paralysed herself by the anxious excitement, holding her body frozen in a feigned semblance of sleep. But the pumping of their bodies seemed to be dragging her in… whether by the sloping of springs or gravity of her curiosity. She felt herself tumbling… centimetre by centimetre, insignificant movement by insignificant movement… until she finally felt her fingers brush against her mother’s skin.

Just that small point of contact seemed to send electric waves through Chastity's body. She now had a connection to the churn of muscles and friction of meeting bodies occurring scant inches away. The grunts of whoever was embroiled with her mother now seemed to be right above her too. Which gave her great panic when, clearly noticing her inevitable slide into the vicinity, he panted: "Aww, look… She wants to join in too…"

But the girl kept her eyes screwed shut, and the stranger had other things on his mind… So she never knew whether he had actually worked out she was awake. With a last few bucking heaves, she felt her mom tense up in the darkness. Some great transpirance happening between her legs. Then the woman collapsed back down in a bodily puddle, as her assaulting shadow simply stood up and walked away. Chastity was left sprawled against her mother's shoulder, listening to her breath slowly sink back to pace.