Feature Writer: Redsliver

Feature Title: LIKE RABBITS 3

Published: 05.08.2014

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Mind Control, Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Mind Control, Magic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Science Fiction, Paranormal, Incest, Brother, Sister, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Group Sex, Orgy, Black Female, White Male, White Female, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Double Penetration, Slow, Violent

Synopsis: Carter was an island with a history of violence, romance, piracy and witchcraft. Today it feels like a hole. One Emily wishes to run away and crawl into. The only problem is what is waiting for her there.

Like Rabbits 3

Craig 3

Craig reclined back in his chair. His bare toes levered under his desk to keep him from falling. He had been holed up in his room for nearly forty-five hours now. He had been distracted since getting to second base with Emily. He hadn’t even sought the courage to talk to her since. He scrolled down further. Blonde-haired, green-eyed, young porn stars were a dime a dozen; but the one he found who looked about right, sounded like someone was stepping on a dog’s chew toy and it had brought him full out of his fantasy. He almost dropped backwards in his chair at the knock on his door.

“Just a second!” he shouted, sounding drier and hoarser than he cared to. Grimacing, he grabbed a pair of jeans from under his bed. He was shoving his leg into the pants when he thought, “No one knocks on my door.”

His erection dwindled by the time he buttoned his jeans. He had forgotten the zipper when he opened the door to find Emily inside his apartment.

She saw the open fly and immediately looked up, a little embarrassed. “Keira’s not around?”

“No?” Craig observed.

“Do you know where she is? I was hoping to head out to the lake today.”

“If we text her we’re heading out that way, she’ll meet us.” Craig suggested with a shrug.

“Uh, yeah I suppose.” Emily responded with a mite of uncertainty. “Dad left the car again so when you’re ready we can go.”

“Cool. I’ll grab my shorts.” Craig announced. He turned back into his room. Emily followed him in. His soccer shorts from last time were folded in a laundry basket next to the closet.

“Your room is really bland. You should have some pictures, or posters, or anything.” She looked around from the unmade twin bed to the computer desk that had several empty Pepsi bottles stacked wherever they would fit. Yesterday’s clothes rested in a puddle near the bed.

“Uh, I guess.” Craig was suffering from the urge to collect the garbage and toss the laundry into hamper. That was second to getting Emily out of the room, before somehow the mouse got moved and Emily saw that he had been masturbating to her pornographic doppelganger. “You want to head out?”

“You gonna change?” Emily stepped back to the door.

“I can do it at the cabin.” Craig followed.

“Do you mind carrying my bag while I text Keira?” Emily asked as they headed out of the apartment.

“Sure,” Craig picked up the bag of towels and sundries. “Don’t worry about Keira. She’s probably already at the lake.”

Keira never replied to the text nor was she waiting for them. Craig witnessed the wind droop out of Emily’s sails.

“She’s on her way.” Craig said over his shoulder. He was heading to the cabin and Emily hurried after him. Her longer legs closed the distance quickly.

“So did you bring a bikini this time?” Craig asked. He had needed to take a deep breath in advance and after to cement any sort of confidence.

“Look, Craig,” Emily couldn’t bring her eyes to his, “I want to play and have fun, but I don’t want to … you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Craig muttered.

“There’s someone else. I wouldn’t want to be a girl like that.”

“OK,” Craig managed to sound clear. He could feel a shudder crouched in his lungs, threatening to pounce on every word. “I like you. We can be friends.”

His word choice contained the adolescent finality of the term. It was the suggestion that if they didn’t have the chance to fuck what value could she have? His smile curtailed the blow. He wasn’t so callous. “Besides, you are going to wear that other bikini today.”

“Craig…”

“You chickening o-out?” His variegated stammer made her lip curl halfway towards a smile.

“Maybe I just didn’t bring another suit to wear?” Emily raised an eyebrow pointing out the truth. She finally met his gaze. “If you try to go in the water wearing that t-shirt I’ll be putting on extra layers too.”

“Uh…” Craig said as Emily carried her bag into the little washroom. He had his shorts in his hand. A few seconds passed, he was waiting for his turn. She’ll be longer in there than it’d take to switch out of these pants.

Still, he rushed. He kicked hard out of the legs of his jeans. His boxers were removed in tandem with his pants. Worried, he scrambled into his trunks. He was scared she might see his dick. Every outcome he imagined was bad. All the fantasies he conjured always occurred in neglect of the idea that he would be naked too.

The door opened and Emily stepped out. She stunned Craig. Two days ago she had been pretty, the red bikini and her untanned skin had been nice. The white top clearly covered less of her breasts. Thin strips of untanned flesh ran along the triangles of fabric. The cups also clearly defined the shape of each breast. She wore the light tan well. Her previous fair skin and freckles turning slightly golden but not darkening beyond the blonde of her hair. The bottoms were also just a bit skimpier. A couple centimeters of untanned flesh showed how much higher it sat on each thigh.

“If you keep staring that hard, I’ll think I actually came out naked.” Emily spoke and Craig looked up to see the blush run down from her cheeks to the front of her chest.

“I should’ve picked white the first time.” Craig mumbled. Emily smiled and then wiped it off her face.

“Take your shirt off, big guy.” Emily tried to project a boldness she didn’t quite feel. She quite liked the attention he gave her. She wanted to share a bit of it.

“Uh, we should probably get you sunscreen. You don’t want to burn.” he stammered. A delaying tactic. He prayed Keira wouldn’t interrupt this time.

“Yeah,” Emily grimaced for a moment. She really shouldn’t feel guilty. They were just keeping each other from getting hurt. She took the bag over to a ratty green armchair. She perched her butt on the arm. “Get my back and I’ll get yours.”

She poured a dollop of creme into her left palm and passed the bottle to Craig. She took a deep breath before beginning with her arms. Craig watched her, hesitating to begin.

“Craig,” she looked over to him as her hands started on her collar. “I know you feel I’m pretty.”

“Hot.” Craig’s eyes widened as he interrupted her. She blushed and smiled broadly.

“You feel I’m hot,” her voice squeaked and she cleared her throat, “Which is OK, even if we are just friends. Can you stop making me nervous and help me? I’ll tell you if you take things too far.”

Craig ran his hand up her back. She turned, worry on her face melting away to poorly contained glee. Craig didn’t know how to react. He added some sunscreen. Her skin was so soft and he did several circuits. He caressed her muscles and felt tension slipping out of her. The bikini top was tied at her neck and mid back. It was so tempting to pull it loose. He ran a finger underneath the tie.

“Craig?”

“I-I’m supposed to be…” For a moment words failed him.

“Yes,” Emily matched his uncertainty. “I think it’s time we switched.”

She stood up and out of his reach. Craig stuttered towards the chair. “Actually. I think I’m good.”

“No you don’t,” Emily admonished. “You’re not just using me for some little fantasy.”

Craig plopped down on the edge of the seat. He took a deep breath and waited.

“I’m not going to let you get burned,” she declared. She tugged, and he relented, pulling his shirt off. God. This is not what he wanted. His big torso. His chest covered in hair. The pimples on his shoulders. Everything about him was revolting. Emily said nothing, too polite to insult him.

Her hands landed just below the cut of his hair. She stroked down the back of his neck. Long slender fingers laid a layer of sunblock over his pale skin.

“You’ll have to get your arms and chest.” Emily pointed out as she swiftly covered his back. She lingered her fingers on his shoulders for a moment. She hid the look of confusion on her face. She grabbed her bag. “I’m going to go set up at the lounge chairs.”

Craig sighed. He was feeling a little less like a deer in headlights. He finished up and followed Emily. She had spread his and her towels on adjacent chairs. She was looking with a scowl at her phone.

“Still nothing?” Craig asked with mixed emotions. He would much rather have the day without Keira.

“Yeah,” Emily sounded a little heartbroken.

“Keira can be a bit scatterbrained. She’ll get ahold of you soon.” He looked towards the water.

The lake was like glass. Ripples, like slow heartbeats, propagated against the shore. The air was cool and stagnant. The early afternoon sun reflected mildly from near the buoy line.

“C’mon. We’ll go swimming,” Craig asserted. He offered Emily his hand and she grinned as she was helped to her feet.

“I think I love it here,” Emily said from the shore. Craig was already cutting through the slow incline of the water.

“It is beautiful,” Craig turned to wait for her. The water was cool. He had stopped, with cowardice, to adjust to the water. He saw her bright smile and it was worth it. She was running. The water scythed upward from her long legs. She dived, kicking deeper, and Craig gave chase.

Getting dunked took the edge off the cool waters. Craig rose up just after Emily. She was a vision with her hair slicked back and her skin pebbled with lakewater. The bikini seemed to have tightened. The shape of her nipples began to push against the fabric. The darkness of her pubic hair began to show against the white. His admiration was interrupted when she tossed a waved across his eyes.

Be bold.

Craig grinned. He listened for once. Emily shrieked and kicked as he wrapped his arms around her stomach and dunked her after a few steps into deeper water. Sputtering, her eyes were wide and her lips open like a landed fish. Her eyes were ghost green and yet not as excited as seemed the rest of her. She rushed up and they battled. Pushing, laughing, and swimming deeper.

“Shit!” Craig laughed. He had lifted Emily by the foot and tossed her in a back flip. Her other long leg nearly kicked his ear off. She spiraled and twisted under the surface as she swam slightly shallower. Craig hopped in so that he could stand on the flat of his feet with his shoulders still out of the water.

Emily breached the surface, her hair whipping back and spraying water droplets through the sunshine like sparkling diamonds. She landed back on her feet. The water lifting the flesh of her breasts. His eyes traced out the sharp push of her nipples.

Imagine her without that top.

He grinned, feeling frustration as his cock tented his trunks. He caught her eyes again. Emily seemed like she was excited, smirking at some imagined joke, yet her eyes seemed almost zombified. Her tongue skated along the pink of her lips. He traced his way visually down her body again. She was reaching behind her. Holy shit! “Emily? I thought you said–”

She whipped off her top. Holding it on her left index finger while Craig dropped his eyes to her breasts. As soon as he was properly mesmerized, Emily flung the garment in his face.

“Holy shit… ,” murmured Craig. He dropped the top into the water and chased her. She gave a paltry attempt at evasion. She could have easily outrun him with any effort. He scooped her up again around the waist. They tumbled, wrestling in the shallows.

Her body opened and responded to every whim that fluttered through his mind. He slid his hand along the inside of her thigh. His hardened erection, seemingly on the brink climax, was pressed through their clothes against her sex.

He pulled her up from drowning. Her hips seemed to be fighting their way through her bikini bottom. She grabbed him, stroking his dripping hair from his face. Her own blonde locks stuck wetly in waves over her face. She kissed him.

She wants me.

The thought settled amid the few half concepts he could manage. Her lips were so soft, the kiss was sweet, slow. He pressed his tongue forward and her throat rattled as she opened her mouth to greet him. Her back was arched and he slipped his hand to her lower back, keeping him flush against her body. He amazed himself by not cumming. Her cunt was rolling against his cock. He whimpered against her lips. She had started the kiss, but now he piloted it. She sank backwards, her hair rising to float in a halo around her head. Craig’s eyes were closed. He nibbled on the plump flesh of her lower lip. She licked across his upper lip calling for him to deepen everything. He opened his mouth to meet hers as they descended underwater.

“Sorry, sorry,” Craig babbled as he retreated and he pulled her to their feet. She wasn’t coughing, she just dribbled a mouthful of lake over her chin until it spattered over her breasts. Her nipples were dark against the untanned skin but pale compared to the bronze of her darkening tan. Craig let go of her hands and collected the white flesh in his grip.

She sighed happily. It occurred to Craig that the only things he had heard from her since they hit the water were breaths and shrieks. He almost dwelled on it, but she pulled him by the ears until he was nibbling his way around the swell of her left breast.

Her feet slowly slid apart in the sand below the water. He dragged his tongue across to her nipple and swirled around the raised pink circle to the long nub. He bit, not hard but aggressively. She was firm and heavy in his hands. Her own fingers snaked through his matted nest of water darkened hair. He let go and she hummed. Her lips turned inward and were pressed between her teeth. He wanted to go to the other breast but he stopped to meet her eyes.

It was strange. Her actions and body language were compelling. She accepted a kiss with vigor and urge. Her thigh was brushing up against the outside of his leg. Her ankle glided down the back of his calf until hooked, Achilles tendon to tendon. Her eyes looked sleepy and watery.

His erection still lay against the relief of her pussy. He let go of her left breast and squeezed the muscle of her ass. He sank, those empty ghostly eyes following him. He bit her unclasped breast harder than he had bitten the right. A gasp, full of pleasure. He squeezed and twisted her right breast, not wanting to hurt her but daring her to admonish him. Her jaw fell open and her tongue waggled as she whimpered a wordless plea.

She is ready for me.

Craig stopped. She had asked him clearly not to take things nearly this far.

Be bold.

Was it boldness to push further? Or was it boldness to stop and think? It was certainly easier to continue headlong. Craig didn’t.

This is your only chance.

That didn’t seem true. Emily stroked through his hair with care. Craig delayed his decision, he kissed the reddened flesh again. He squeezed lightly with his teeth. Just because something can happen, doesn’t mean he should make it happen.

Who else would let me do this?

No one. Was Craig’s answer. He certainly wouldn’t let himself. It took him a few moments to take his face away from her nipple. His hands still held the flesh of her breasts. He wouldn’t let go. He brought his eyes to Emily’s.

“Kiss me.” She leaned in on command. Her chest pressing his hands into his chest. She laid her lips onto his. He pulled away, a giggle tightened his lungs but held back below his throat.

“Emily.” Nothing. “Emily?” He wanted her to answer him. She blinked her lopsided smile wavered and fell into a frown. She looked down.

“Ah! Craig?” She jumped backwards, splashing in the shallows. Her hands whirlwinded, wrapping up to conceal her breasts. “What’s–Where’s my top?”

“You threw it at me,” he garbled. He was frightened by her response. He looked over his right shoulder. She followed his gaze to see the garment floating lazily a few feet to the left.

“Oh God. I did. I didn’t–” she shut up when she met Craig’s eyes. She immediately ran out to her bikini top with her back to Craig. “Don’t tell your sister.”

“I wouldn’t,” Craig declared. He had no idea why Keira would care, but if she did it would be hell for him.

“I think I’m going to drive us home now.” She kept her back to Craig. NALA was across the lake, but she saw nobody. Blue mirrored glass flashed the sun inhumanly back towards her. Emily pulled tight the bikini ties after she adjusted the cups to cover her breasts.

“Alright.” Craig felt strangely relieved. He turned around and marched out of the water towards his towel. He dried off quickly, tying the towel over his soaked soccer shorts instead of changing. Emily did much the same to his left. They said not another word until the little Volkswagen was pulling on to the dirt cul de sac that led back to the main road.

“We’re not going to stop hanging out are we?” the question slowly boiled out of Craig.

Emily looked at him with trepidation. She hurriedly turned back to the road. It took her several calming deep breaths.

“Yes? No. Look I have to talk with … I have to gather my thoughts. But,” Emily considered gripping the steering wheel tightly to prevent from shaking, “I like you too.”

“Perhaps we should try somewhere besides the lake next time,” he offered.

“Or maybe I just need to find a different girl for you?””

“Yeah … The girls of Carter are a bit more difficult.”

“I’m not easy!” Emily huffed.

“No, but you do give me the time of day. Much better starting place.” Craig ignored her outrage. He hadn’t been suggesting that but he had been thinking it.

“I bet you I can find someone for you to get on with,” Emily decided.

“Good luck with that.” Craig didn’t mean to sound that self-deprecating. However, some of the cardboard rigidity in their posture crumbled away. They were feeling like friends again. Although Craig didn’t stop remembering the taste and feel of her breasts. Emily wouldn’t stop worrying about what Keira would say.

Keira 5

Keira looked at her phone. Emily again. She was starting to feel afraid of the new blonde. The sex was, well, it was fun. Emily really let loose. She wanted to kiss and lick and finger and grope and spank and Keira could feel her panties getting wet. Her jogging only exacerbated the contact. She started walking a little slower. She had hoped a run would clear her head. It hadn’t. She knew she would have to see Emily again later. Keira stopped with her hunger. She looked around, Sub-Way, Pizza King, Little Emma’s Diner, and Shangri-La made up what was known as junk corner. She entered Sub-Way.

“Fuck.” Keira spat to herself while she was waiting in line. There were several people she hated. Maya Hannelly, Liz Falk, and Sandy Hunter would always have a certain place in Keira’s morbid violent fantasies, but Dougal Shaw could go straight to hell. The first thing she always thought whenever she saw him was how it felt to hear, “I love you.”

Diane entered Sub-Way, winged by Owen Winters and Dougal Shaw. The boys were laughing and roughhousing while they followed along her short leashes. Diane’s eyes shone brightly when she saw Keira. Keira’s shoulders slumped and she turned towards the sneeze guard.

She ordered her sandwich and cookies doing her best to ignore the three behind her. Diane was uncharacteristically quiet. Owen and Garrett were talking about baseball, so it was very easy for Keira not to care. She reasserted her grip on her bottle of water when she turned around at the cash and found a mischievous looking Diane hovering expectantly. “Hi.”

“Yeah, hey,” Keira grumped.

“Look, I have something weird to talk to you about,” Diane nodded towards a corner booth.

“Sure,” Keira was going to sit there anyway. She tended to pick tables where she could see who came and left as she ate. “But, I really don’t want–”

“Say no more,” Diane beamed as she slipped in to the side that Keira preferred. Keira kept the objection to herself as she settled in. “Owen’s trying in the best of times.”

“What do you want?” As was her habit, Keira grabbed her cookies first.

“I met Emily yesterday morning.”

“She’s staying with her dad for the summer.”

“I hear she already picked herself up a summer fling.” Diane sighed in jealousy. Keira combated the urge to blabber about not being a dyke. Fuck, she tasted the sweat that was starting on her palms as she kept her mouth full of M&M chip cookie. “She invited me to join at this private lake she said you and her dad owned.”

That lake was her place. Keira coughed and punched her sternum above her breasts. She waited.

“I don’t want to be a third wheel. But its not really my place to invite someone along. I was hoping you could tell me it was OK.”

“No, its not,” Keira declared. Part of her was grumpy.

“Oh. Uh, that sucks,” Diane slumped backwards. “Well. I still want to check it out at least. Do you mind joining us? I know we’ve never really been friends but…”

Keira relaxed. Diane didn’t know Emily had started up with Keira. Keira stiffened. Who did she think Emily was fucking? Not Craig. Ew.

“Uh, sure. I’m pretty much up there every day anyways,” Keira shrugged.

“Cool. Tomorrow good? I’m working tonight but–”

“Yeah I’ll see you tomorrow,” Keira dismissed Diane just in time for Owen and Dougal to show up. Diane stood. Keira didn’t want either boy sliding in next to her. She avoided greeting them and neither said hello to her. Keira’s phone rang. Emily was calling her. She had avoided a half dozen texts already and the phone call would keep her out of any further contact with the other three teens.

“Hi Emily.”

“Oh, good I was hoping I could get ahold of you.” Emily sounded put out. “I’m not at the lake anymore.”

“Oh, that was a quick trip,” Keira said as a means of saying nothing.

“I kind of had to get away from your brother. Can I see you?”

Keira was elated to hear that. “Yeah, I’m heading home. Is your dad still at work?”

“I’ve never seen him get in before five or six.”

“Good, we could use a little privacy.” Keira’s flirtation was timed with her exodus from the restaurant. This was the first time since their first time two days ago that she was the one suggesting sex.

“Alright, when will you be home?” Emily didn’t sound as excited as Keira had expected.

“Ten to twenty.”

“OK, please don’t be any longer.”

“I’ll be there.” Keira looked around to ensure no one was listening. “If you want to get a shower, wait for me.”

“Um, alright,” Emily sounded hesitant. She took a deep breath. Her next words sounded sultry, like she had pushed a weight from her shoulders, “I’ll be ready for you.”

“See you soon,” Keira matched the tone. Her phone was turned off and shoved into her pocket. Despite being still a bit wiped from her run, she took off along the sidewalk. A few people hurried out of her way. Some said hello and received a mumble for their neighborly attitude. “I had to get away from your brother.” For once, she was happy to know Craig.

Keira made it to the tower in just under ten minutes. She went straight to Emily’s apartment and locked the door behind her. It wasn’t much, but it would give them a short warning if they were still hot and heavy when Doctor Orson got home. Keira didn’t think she could manage four or five hours of straight sex, but Emily’s enthusiasm pushed her further than Keira had ever expected.

“Hey Emily!” Keira announced her presence, throwing her lunch into the fridge…

“I’m in the bathroom,” Emily replied, “Just a second.”

Keira just walked down the hallway and opened the washroom door to a shriek. “Oh, I thought you were in the shower.”

“I’ll just be a second,” Emily watched Keira pick off her little t-shirt and reveal her perky unsupported breasts.

“Cool,” Keira purred as she left. She was surprising herself. Her body was tense. Her sex flooded. She was very, very excited. She licked her lips and combed fingers through her hair as she walked into Emily’s room. She tiptoed over to Merlin’s cage and watched the lop sleep. She ran her fingers on the cage bars until she heard Emily mucking about at the washroom sink. Keira marched over to her friend’s bed, tossed herself onto the displaced blankets and began teasing herself through the crotch of her shorts.

“Keira?” Emily peeked in. The blonde was wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. Her cheeks diffused in redness. Keira admired the nipples tenting the fabric, held taut over her large breasts. The brunette nibbled on her lip, beckoning with her eyes and her left hand.

Emily’s grin was flickering and impermanent. She approached the bed. Keira let her eyelids fall closed as the tall blonde scaled up over the shorter girl. Keira’s fingers ground her pussy through two thin layers of fabric. Emily’s fingers laced with Keira’s own. Their lips came together for a long kiss. Slow but compounding, passion passed between the pair, the fury of the fingers stimulating Keira mixed mewls and pants with the smack of lips. Keira tilted clockwise, encouraging a tighter clinch of bodies. Keira’s petite body was enveloped by Emily’s. Keira’s bare nipples pushed into Emily’s cleavage. Tongues lapped and turned against each other as their lips slowly parted. Emily dragged Keira’s leg up the bed with her thigh pushing into the back of Keira’s knee.

“Get-get my shorts-s off!” Keira recoiled backwards. Her spine was arching and her chest molded tighter against Emily’s. “Please.”

The entreaty was panicked. Keira was turning a burnt red, her fingers never left her sex. Emily rolled back onto her ankles to free up her second hand. The blonde watched Keira’s quirks and spasms with a disbelief that her fingers could evoke something so chaotic. She picked the waistband of Keira’s shorts with her left hand and snaked her right up Keira’s thigh. Sexuality literally sloshed under Keira’s shorts. Emily licked her lips as she fought Keira’s aggressive fingers and spread thighs to follow through on the little sexpot’s request.

“Emily,” Keira pouted as she finally kicked her heels out of her shorts and panties. Her fingers still whirled over her clit, “I need you to kiss me.”

This was something that Emily eagerly did. She had just dropped Keira’s legs onto the mattress. Keira kinked at the knees over Emily’s thighs. The blonde rose as she leaned forward. Keira rolled her spine in serpentine waves. Her body roughly shook with the pressure her pussy demanded. Emily laid her clothed body against Keira’s sweating naked form. She brought her lips slowly down, but Keira had no patience for that. The brunette grabbed a fistful of blonde and showed no gentleness as she slammed their mouths together.

Emily could just hold on and follow. She gripped the bed. She gripped Keira’s waist. Their kiss couldn’t last. Keira kept twisting and jerking and thrusting her ass up from the bed. Keira repeatedly hammered her knuckles into Emily’s belly. Keira twisted and slapped her face sideways against Emily’s pillow. Emily took Keira’s ear between her teeth. “Oh my God! Put something in me! I need you to make me come!”

Most of her words were hissing squeals. Emily smiled around the ear her tongue was exploring. She dragged her hands over the top of Keira’s thigh where the brunette seemed to be trying to destroy herself. Liquid spattered over Emily’s fingers as she gauged where to join Keira.

“A little scream would make this perfect,” Emily whispered into Keira’s ear. Her teeth slipped slowly off of Keira’s lobe and Emily drove two fingers into Keira’s tightness. In spite of its diluvial state, Emily needed to force her knuckles into the tremoring flesh. Keira’s scream was everything but little.

Orgasm struck Keira and sent her senselessly weaving underneath Emily. Emily sawed her fingers inside Keira. The blonde reached into sweat matted hair and pulled Keira’s face off the pillow. The brunette’s eyes were fluttering behind her eyelids and showing all kinds of white. Her mouth hung in a limp O. Emily started nibbling on Keira’s lower lip, giggling as Keira flashed her tongue upward and tickled Emily’s nose.

Slowly, like her bones were melting, Keira started falling into the sheets and began clawing at Emily’s wrist to clear the pressure from her overstimulated sex. Emily took her time leaving Keira’s body. She then slipped down on Keira’s left side and smiled as she brushed bangs from Keira’s eyes. Keira slowly let her bright smile bloom. her head lolled bonelessly towards Emily.

“Hi,” Keira said giddily.

“Hi,” Emily folded the hair falling over her lover’s face behind her ear. “How was that?”

“So good.” Keira leaned forward for a light kiss on Emily’s lips. “You’re going to love your turns.”

“There’s something I wanted to talk about first,” Emily nearly pleaded.

“Yeah, I ran into Diane.” Keira twisted her lips in a disappointed moue. “It’s cool.”

“What? Oh! Really? I was certain if I had someone I could dump on him, we wouldn’t need to worry about Craig anymore.” Emily started to smile and Keira held back a snorting laugh. “I didn’t think I’d luck out with the first girl. This is awesome.”

Keira let her sarcastic disbelief of Diane and Craig getting together form her smile. “Tomorrow’s going to be fun.”

“Fuck tomorrow,” Emily declared. “We’ve got all of today first.”

Keira leaned deep into Emily’s kiss. Emily was already tugging off her tank top and Keira was scrabbling at Emily’s jeans. The noises began chasing their crescendo.

“Hello girls,” Orson startled to see his daughter and Keira on his couch wearing only bathrobes. “What have you two been up to?”

“We had a girls day,” Emily said with a knowing smile.

“You two want to get dressed?”

“You want to get undressed?” Keira flirted, causing Emily to laugh and elbow her in protest.

“Well I was going to take my daughter out to supper.” Orson stroked his chin in mock thoughtfulness. “I don’t know if we’d be up to the dress code.”

“Can Keira come too?” Emily sat up brightly.

“C’mon, Emily.” Keira stood up and pulled her robe tightly around herself. “You had girl time all day. Have some daddy time. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You are welcome Keira,” Orson declared.

“I know.” She beamed brightly, her smile carrying an uncommon optimism.

“Well I’ll see if I can’t get her to change her mind while we get dressed.” Emily stood grabbing Keira’s hand and leading her to the bedroom.

“I’m going to beg off until tomorrow,” Keira reasserted.

“I know,” Emily cupped Keira’s cheek. “Thank you.”

Their goodbye kiss was long and sweet. And they did it again after they had dressed.

Diane 2

Diane was an early riser. She had chores and she took them seriously. It was tourist season and it was important that her mom focused on the store. Carter was not known as a hub of tourism by any means. Still, the ghost tours supported her and her mother well enough that Diane never had any money worries. Inexpensive tastes played a key factor in this.

Jenny was asleep in a pair of flannel pajamas on Diane’s bed. The little redhead had monopolized almost all of Diane’s night yesterday. It had been fun though, so Diane let her friend sleep in.

Diane headed downstairs to the shopfront upon smelling breakfast cooking in the kitchen. There wasn’t much to do. Her mom was meticulous when she closed the store down for the night. Diane did a pass with the broom and windexed the windows before making sure all the baubles and trinkets were displayed properly on the shelves. Her mother laid out a plate with a steaming omelet next to the register.

Audrey MacKenzie was a woman of medium height in her early thirties. Her light youthful looking skin was peppered with a few freckles. Her wavy brown hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, bare due to the light summer dress that breezed over her beautiful figure. She wore a white sash belt around her slender hips that made the green of her dress stand out so well. She had Diane’s large brown eyes and wide toothy smile. The bright white sneakers on her feet gave the entire ensemble an easy elegance. She only ever dressed up this nicely for one reason.

“There’s a tour today?” Diane’s heart sank into her guts.

“Just a morning one.” That meant the three hour tour would run until noon. “Don’t worry, I’d have told you if you had to pick up a shift today. Harvey’s got the store covered.”

“Oh good,” Diane sighed. Harvey Hunter her mother’s partner in their overzealous but somehow fruitful paranormal investigations firm. Apparently Carter was just lousy with spooks and goblins; Diane maintained a healthy skepticism.

“Did you and Jenny have plans?” Audrey asked checking her compac before stuffing her purse under the counter. There was a hope to her query, Audrey didn’t care for any of Diane’s male friends.

“Oh, actually no,” Diane shrugged. “There’s a new girl in town and she and I and Keira Lever are going swimming at some private lake.”

“Not the NALA lake,” Audrey’s eyes lit up.

“I think Emily said her dad worked at the aqaurium.” Diane agreed.

“Oh, honey,” Audrey was positively beaming. “What I wouldn’t give to have access there! That little water hole must be just crawling with spirits. The old city hall used to be on that ridge. And then the original Laughing Man brewery was there. There’s probably nowhere more haunted on the island.”

“Even more than Josham Castle!” Diane’s enthusiasm was snarky sarcasm.

“Oh, you joke, but that’s where they hanged Abigail Blackheart,” Audrey waggled a finger at her daughter.

“Well that’s actually kind of cool.” Diane admitted. Having a kook, Sam’s word, for a mother had taught Diane almost all the tall tales of Carter, but Abigail Blackheart was her favorite. She was a tough as nails privateer who had managed to fight the times and forge her own future. She was eventually accused of, and hanged for, witchcraft.

Turns out she wrote these really fanciful journals full of sex and violence and sorcery. Diane believed they probably hanged her because they couldn’t diagnose medical problems way back when. It was a sad tale, but a young Diane had gobbled up everything her mom would share with her. The little gift shop even sold paperback versions of the diary. Technically, Abigail’s words were Diane’s first sexual experiences.

“That’s not even touching the stuff that happened there during World War 2,” Audrey beamed. “So make sure you keep your eyes open. You never know what kind of spirits that get left behind.”

“I will. Now get your butt out there and walk those streets!” Diane had finished her work and was heading over to the no longer steaming omelette.

“Oh shut up,” Audrey laughed and kissed her daughter on the hair as she passed by. “You can head out as soon as Harv gets here.”

“Ok, mom,” Diane said as she chewed. “Have fun.”

The door opened with the chime of the bell on the ceiling. Audrey was off. Diane barrelled through her breakfast and hurried upstairs to return her dishes to the sink. Jenny was still asleep, and Harvey was likely to arrive just before the store opened at eleven, so Diane set to cleaning the kitchen and folding the laundry that had been sitting in the dryer all night. Her mind was wandering, remembering her favorite Abigail stories. Her cheeks flushed red several times. Her chores were done and she had a very strong need for a shower. That’s when Jenny woke up.

“Hey sleepyhead,” Diane said as the redhead wandered out. Her flaming hair was a bedhead disaster and she was picking the sleep snot out of her hard to keep open blue eyes.

“Hey,” Jenny grumbled.

“Mom made omelettes. There’s a plate warming in the oven.”

“Coffee?”

“You know she doesn’t drink it,” Diane sighed.

“And you’re somehow both disgusting morning people,” Jenny snarled. She yelped pulling her fingers back from the plate and kissing them.

“Its hot,” warned Diane too late.

“Thanks,” Jenny groaned drily.

“Eat up. I’m getting a shower and when I’m done your ass is on the street,” Diane laughed when Jenny blew a raspberry for that comment.

“Do you want some company?” Jenny asked nodding to the shower. Diane stalled. She was never sure. It always scared her just how far Jenny was prepared to go. They had been best friends since forever and Diane had been the one that instigated things to a more intimate level. She had just been playing Abigail and Trish, too young to be ready for boys and too innocent to know how Jenny would respond to her. Things were unbalanced but still strong between she and Jenny, but she knew Jenny never needed to play around with boys too.

“No, Harvey’s coming over and–”

“Oh, ew. That’s just what we need, another man jerking off to us,” Jenny scrunched her nose. “Go get your shower, you filthy girl.”

“Eat up, pig,” Diane laughed and headed to the shower. The morning plodded ahead. Jenny headed home. Diane putzed about the store, flipping through her dog-eared journal of Abigail Blackheart. The knock at the front door of the store startled her. She looked up at the clock first, 10:49. She looked over to see Emily waving.

“Oh, hey,” Diane let the blonde in. “I figured we’d do an afternoon thing.”

“That’s still the plan,” Emily nodded and pivoted her head taking in the little shop. She smiled over the occult sculptures and scented candles. “Keira told me about the store and I kind of wanted to check it out.”

The bell rang behind her and Emily turned with Diane to see a six foot three black man walk in with a smile and a Tim Horton’s large. “Hey Diane, who’s your friend?”

“Hi, I’m Emily Connors, Mr. MacKenzie,” Emily flashed her biggest smile and offered her hand. Diane rolled her eyes and the black man laughed with his whole torso when he took the girl’s hand.

“Harvey’s not my dad.”

“Oh,” Emily looked a little embarrassed.

“Don’t feel bad, I’m the one who isn’t lucky enough to have a daughter like Diane,” he beamed. Diane gave him a glare and a smirk. “Its nice to meet you, Emily. I’m Harvey Hunter, I’m a paranormal investigator.”

“Like a ghost hunter?” Emily’s smile wasn’t entirely sincere with her question. Diane shared it with her.

“Precisely. Carter is riddled with supernatural phenomenon. It’s my job to uncover and classify it.” Either he didn’t notice the girls’ skepticism or he was immune to it. “You should get Audrey to take you on one of her tours sometime. You get to know the real Carter and all its nitty gritty dark little corners. It’s a lot of fun.”

“Actually, it sounds like it could be,” Emily was finding Harvey’s excitement at least slightly infectious.

“Mom really hams up the stories. That part is actually pretty entertaining,” Diane admitted, her eyes told Harvey not to repeat a word of that to her mother. “But today we’ve got big plans.”

“Oh? Well have fun girls,” Harvey brightly bid them farewell. Diane hurried them out of the store as Harvey flicked the lightswitch that announced the store was open. Emily turned to Diane. “You going to get a swimsuit?”

“What?” Diane seemed a mite startled. “Um, shit. I’ll be right back out.”

“Cool, I’ll be in the Volkswagen with the air conditioning.” Emily grinned as Diane whisked back into the store.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE