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Living Room

3:40 AM

I never liked Lila...

She was everything I hated. Her and her husband Ramin. But their triplet daughters, Iris, Hollyhock, and Bumblebee. They have cute names, and they're cool. The girls are all sixteen. Last year my hatred of their parents was justified.

Ramin had been exhibiting some strange behavior around the girls. I’ve witnessed moments like this, and have been in similar situations with that man. Sometimes he likes to stand around and touch himself. Either facing away from the girls but still visible or facing the girls. His eyes are mostly closed, and he just has his hand down his pants, or he’s rubbing himself. I’ve seen him do that so many times and it’s weird...

Whenever I see him doing that around the girls, intervene immediately. It doesn’t matter what noise you make, he still does it and goes back to talking to you like nothing happened. The girls have told their mother and she does absolutely nothing. Nothing at all... She shrugs it off, and tells them to not pay attention, Ramin doesn’t get scolded for it like they do. Or... When I tell her myself, she gets defensive and assumes I want to fuck him. From what I’m saying you know that Lila refuses to acknowledge her husband’s inappropriate behavior. That’s why I’ve taken the matter into my own hands...

Recently, there has been a string of break-ins within our area. All of these break-ins are related somehow. Each person in this little cul-de-sac we’re in, is a friend of mine and a friend of Lila’s.

Got that down?

Ramin was reported missing three weeks ago by Lila. None of the triplets care, they’re celebrating this and their braindead mother is mourning. She cries and prays that Ramin can show up to the triplets’ birthday party...  It’s very soon.  A week before his disappearance, Ramin had a little outburst. Lila’s been telling him about my “complaints” of his behavior. He shows up at my door with threats of rape and murder and says it’ll happen one day.

Guess what today is?

“Alright... What did you say you were gonna do? I’m trying to have a heart-to-heart right now. And you aren’t being honest with me Ramin...” She wiped her bloodied hands on her shirt, looming over the corpse with a soft expression. Her lips crack to let out a few cries of pain and disgust.

Sparrow could feel Ramin's pulsing heart within her hands. Watching closely as he drew his last breath. She slowly pulled the heart out of her victim's chest, lifting it from the square-shaped hole that she carved into their torso, she was afraid to admit this was fun. The sufferer let out one last cry before they eventually succumbed to their injuries.

Why was she stuck like this?

Carter was wrapping presents and taking apart boxes on her couch with some music playing in the back to keep her going. She had one too many cups of coffee, and she needed to get these gifts ready for tomorrow, which is now today. The garage door was left open and she didn't realize it until someone came in. Armed with a knife and gun.

Lucky, for her that fool didn't have any intentions of killing her, since he used to knife. He struck first, cutting her across the nose, reopening the scar on her cheek, and jabbing her left thigh. She couldn't name his intentions really... He didn’t direct her to give up any money or something of value. Maybe, he just wanted a fight? If so, he certainly lost.

Carter looked down at her carving tool, a pink kitty box cutter she always kept nearby for any cutting action, whether that’d be a box, herself, or someone else. She aimed for his jugular, and he bled out instantly, it didn't stop her. She had the urge to keep stabbing him, even long after he was dead. This was her first killing, in the name of self-defense and curiosity. Ramin was dead. She knew that, she straddled his legs and felt his body give out and go limp. She killed her first predator. She killed her cousin’s husband... She killed her cousin-in-law. She’ll be over this later.

Pressing her flat palms against the bruise marks on her left around her throat, scaling down her torso and to her right thigh. He came in through the garage undetected and tackled her. He almost got to her... With teary eyes, she stared at the large gash on her leg. “I hate you so much...” She murmured softly. Ramin reminded her so much of her father... He was disgusting and creepy just like her dad... And Lila, her cousin... She wasn’t very different from her aunt.

Carter rolled off the corpse and onto her side, holding herself as she sobbed quietly. She was facing the gun he attempted to use on her. This self-defense, because he really could’ve killed her. Gun or knife, he was out for blood. Curiosity, because she's never dissected anyone before and why would it matter? Ramin was a scumbag...

If this crime was uncovered, there wouldn’t be any self-defense. How do you carve one’s chest in the name of self-defense? The bruising and scratches are on the victim, are they not? As well as the perpetrator too… He has fewer injuries if you don’t count the open-heart surgery... She has more than he does. A deep gash in her thigh, her scar from childhood reopened, and the slash on her nose. But who is the victim, and who is the perpetrator? Would Sparrow be the victim in the eyes of the authorities, the judge, and the jury? What about the scars on her face, not the old ones, the new ones... What about the hand marks around her throat and wrists? The gash on her leg and cheek.

“...Where’s the body supposed to go?” Sparrow asked herself. This was quite a pickle... “I’m having guests later today, and if I can’t get rid of this by noon, I’ll have to cancel the party last minute... But we know Lila won’t accept that... She’ll barge in here with the kids and... That’s no good...”  What matters right now, is disposing of the body, and cleaning up this mess. “I never liked Lila. She was always so absent-minded and impossibly enough, quick to judge... For someone who didn’t pay close attention to her details, she loved opening her mouth.”

Carter sat up on her knees to hover above the corpse. “How did you even get in here? That stupid ski mask didn’t make a difference, I heard you...” As she sat over it, she pulled the ski mask off Ramin’s face. Sparrow itched to know how he gained access to her house. It meant he could’ve done this at any time, even if he didn’t threaten yet. If she didn’t have her box cutter, then this really would’ve been awful. She examined Ramin’s clothes and searched through every pocket he had.

She never was fond of him, way before he married Lila... Ramin was very off-putting, just from one look. There was an age gap between the four. Ramin, Lila, Nicholas, and Carter. Ramin is two decades older than his ex-wife, Carter, and Nicky. He’s forty-six, and the others are twenty-seven and twenty-nine. Carter isn’t against age gaps between grown adults, she’s against age gaps, between teens and adults. Young adults, fully grown adults... “How the hell?”

Upon searching this asswipe’s pockets, Carter uncovered two copies of her house keys and first garage clicker. She replaced it years ago after losing it at a house party. She knew it was hers by the obnoxiously plastered stickers, they cover the buttons too. Initially looking at it, you’d think “What the fuck is this? It looks stupid, I don't see why she would have this.” then you learn it works perfectly fine! “Yeah, I got something else for that ass.” Sparrow punched the corpse before entering the kitchen.

Much Later...

Sparrow entered the kitchen bathroom to strip out of her blood-soaked pajamas. There she made the simple mistake of leaving the body uncovered. From the bathroom, she heard her husband coming down the steps, just over the faucet. Carter ran out of the kitchen and down the staircase, wearing nothing but her undergarments. “Carter? The hell are you doing down here so late?”

“Uh... Uhm, nothing...”

“Nothing? Then, why are you in your underwear?”

“Okay! I’m packaging gifts for the triplets, there’s just so many I knew I could knock some down with coffee.” Carter gulped nervously. “Why the- I-,” Nicholas rubbed his eyes, “I told you not to drink that Viet coffee, you can’t handle it.” He said sternly. Carter held her arms behind her back and swayed her hips at Nick. “I couldn’t help it! But hey! I’ll never let coffee keep me awake, speaking of. You oughta get back up there, Nick!”

“I’m getting a quick drink.”

“Let me do it for you, Nick.”

“Why are you so persistent on keeping me upstairs?”

“When I’m done, I wanna play later. That means you CAN’T move out that room, Nicholas... You CAN’T move from that bed.” She puts a hand on her hip to assert some form of dominance. “What’re you hiding from me, Miel." Aww, why did he use that? That bastard knows I can’t lie when he calls me that. “Ohhh, man...! Why did you say that...” Carter whined. “Alright, alright, I’ll come clean... Just don’t panic...”

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Hours Later

5:56 PM

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It turns out, our twisted couple here had more time than they believed. The triplets wanted their party to be a little late. A little early for a party, and a little late to be sleeping, y'know? So, the girls won't be showing up until seven. That can give Carter some time to do some baking, and handle other business. That also grants Nicholas, her husband; the chance to do some work and be in the party mood after.

Sparrow was just getting finished setting up for the night, and she made extra sure to have something for Lila. Something she would never forget. A little distracted, Carter popped her head out of the kitchen to admire the new carpet, Nicky did with their neighbor Henry.

Henry knew exactly what was going on, and just like Nicholas, didn't mind it. He is a close friend of Nick's and would do anything for him. The carpet was now longer a musky green with a giant red puddle on it. The carpet was now, black with an ashy tone to it, which worked perfectly with the couple's industrial grunge-dusted living room.

  "That guy you hired to fix up the carpet did a great job! It's like nothing happened." On her socks, she glides back into the kitchen. Right on time, she catches Nick on his way out to handling the trash and heading to work. He's a steampunk enthusiast and gets paid to wear it on the job. Carter can't help but giggle and blush like a schoolgirl, whenever Nick gets all dressed up. "That's the courtesy of Henry." Nick winks at her. She latches onto him instantly. "Could you invite him back over? I wanna thank him." That's a name I've heard in storybooks, Henry... How old is this fella s'posed to be?

Her hands scale down his jaw and to the buttons of his coat, her fingers pluck open the buttons. Wait, damn my short-term memory! He's that single father up the street... That dilf! That dad I certainly would love to fuck. I wonder if he killed his wife with those moves of his?

"Do I have to supervise your gratitude, Sparrow?" She avoids his question with a compliment, leans into his ear with a quiet and flirtatious voice. "Okaaaaaay suit, I see you..." mwah! Kissing his ear and his neck little by little. "Carter, you need to be on your best behavior around Henry. I know the way you look at him." She doesn't acknowledge his warning. "I'm gonna started on the cupcakes right now, and get my fertilizer mix together, do you want anything before you feed the dogs, Nicholas?"  

"A quick kiss and promise me you won't be reckless."

"A quick kiss? I don't wanna mess up your suit, and you gotta feed those puppies, and then, you gotta get to work... You don't wanna go to work with that all over your pants, do you? Unless you don't mind."  

She slowly sinks to her knees, Nick reaches into his coat pocket and throws a pack of plastic on the counter. With a loud sigh, he picks her up by her arms. As much as he'd want to be late, he's not a fan of driving in the evening with his backseat full of decomposition. "Dental dam, lube, and a few dozen condoms." He looks at her up and down, knowing her body and her stamina, a few dozen is perfect for her... He only hopes she uses about. Half the third pack, because Henry couldn't handle that.

"I'll be back during the sleepover, my gift for the girls is upstairs." Sparrow swirls out of Nick's arms, and to the oven. With her fist clutched to her chest she salutes. "Yessir!" She was in the JROTC, can you blame her? "Oh, you... Stay clean and have fun! And don't make it look obvious." 

“I know, Nick! Thank you and goodbye!”

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There she was with the phone perched up on her shoulder, in the kitchen mixing cupcake batter. Carter's never felt like such a stereotype, cooking, and talking on the phone. It feels so disgusting to her. She should switch to texting.

"Hallå, sir! Kan du komma över nu?" She was on the phone with her neighbor, Henry. The one who fixed the carpet just an hour ago. She couldn't remember if he was that neighbor who spoke Swedish or not. "Vad, Carter, är det du?" Unsure he asks if this is really Carter, because she sounds very different. To which she replies, "Yeah, silly! Do I sound that weird? I try not to squeak my voice when I'm showing off." Carter is fluent in Swedish, she doesn't speak it much but she loves to try it on other people, and she loves confusing Nick. It was a bit of a shock for her when she heard Henry respond back.

"Vad är det speciella tillfället?" He breathed into the receiver, Carter nearly died from how close by he sounded. "Enh, we're having a birthday and slumber party for my iffy cousin's kiddos." 

"En fest?" Yeah, a party. "It's gonna be a while before they get here, I'm in the middle of baking and cleaning up. I'm pretty lonely right now... I'd be pretty happy if you could cum on- with- to me..." He told me not to make it obvious. What do I do? "Jag kommer strax över då." Oh, right away? Great! "Great! I'm wide open-." Carter is cut off by a "gentle" knock on the door. The screendoor that is... Gentle knocking doesn't exactly exist with a door like that... 

Carter scatters out of the kitchen and straight to the front door. She fiddles with the knob on her sweaty hands. Henry is still knocking, and the first door hasn't been uncovered yet, "I'm almost there!" Why do I keep doing that? She wipes her hands on her socks and grips the knob properly.

"He-hello, sir?" She opens up the screen door, Henry is on the other side, with a sweet smile. "It-it's... a pleasure to see you, sir." Sparrow appears to be having some difficulty with her speech, she gets caught up so easily, and she wonders why she talks through it anyway. Her stutters are the worst thing to ever exist, this scene gave her a flashback from high school. Oh, it was tragic. Everyone kept staring at her, but who could blame them, she sounded like a broken record.- I duh..du...do...don't reck-late.-  "The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Alabaster." He takes her clammy little hand and shakes it. She pulls him inside immediately, before shutting the door and letting him get comfortable. 

"Thu-thanks for fuck- fixing up our carpet, sir. I understand that Nicky paid you off... But I really wanted to give you my thanks, struh-straight from de-the heart." 

"Are you feeling alright, Carter? You look scared." More than a tad, I'm sweating literal bullets, don't touch me, I'll shoot! Carter blinks her eye a bit, and swipes her hand across her forehead, she sees that Henry is holding something, and that he has other stuff... On the coffee table of course. "I hope I'm not off-putting to you, Carter."

"Uh-I'm, I'm alright, I'm just so anxious before a big event. You see, my cousin is bringing her kids over for their birthday party, and all of their little friends are coming along..." She wanders back to the kitchen with Henry following behind her. "I understand that pain, would you like some help?"

"Nuh-nut-no... I've pretty much, done everything, I have time to relax before they get here..." I made cupcakes for Lila and bought three small cakes for the triplets, and all their friends get store-bought cupcakes. I'm not lucky with baking, I only make a good batch once a year. The rest all go to shit and this time... I'm using that bit of skill for something devious.

Sparrow and Henry talked for a while. She managed to get over her stuttering and shyness, she slips on her words less often too. He brought up the old carpet issue. He was concerned for Carter, and needed to know if she would be alright, and if she actually took care of the body. Carter took a seat on the arm of her couch, and Henry sat in the chair sitting across from her. 

It wasn't a real chair, it was just a stack of two tires with quilt and cushioning, very short, like a bean bag or a low-rise dinner table. To Carter, this felt like he was kneeling at her feet, it didn't help that she wasn't wearing any pants. She could open her legs at any minute, and flash him...

"Ramin walked up in here, with a gun. I handled that pretty alright, I got him before he could shoot me. But he took out the knife, and sucker-punched me. I was out for a good while, and woke up to him beating his junk all over my leg... Then, I just snapped."  

Sparrow looked down at her lap, she was stuck wearing her lucky sports jersey, and an oversized jacket she got from her ex-boyfriend. She felt relief in how good it hid that gash in her thigh, the socks she wore were perfect too! "I'm sorry to hear that... I'm glad you're alright..." 

Henry noticed the two scars on her face, it warmed his heart to see her like this, he was glad she could fight back and she could be here to tell him all of this. It would've been awful if this escalated further than necessary. 

He felt there was something else, he tried not to make it obvious, but he's been staring at her legs. She mentioned how many times she was cut with Ramin's knife. She also explained how she was scared to touch it. It reminded her so much of her father... When she moved here with Nicholas, she screamed when she saw her father's kitchen knife in her packing bag. 

The blood never came off the blade, it was like the knife- it's metal grew accustomed to the blood and leftover skin. "I'm not completely there, man." Sparrow began to laugh at herself. "I tore out his heart? And I went ahead and baked, Nick's definitely fed those puppies, and... The fertilizer on those news daisies you saw me planting when you came here the first time..." She laughed sheepishly. Henry clapped his hands.

"Hey, I gotta give you credit for moving fast. I would be a mess." Sparrow gave herself a better look at Henry. She couldn't look at him without having those vulgar thoughts come to mind. Henry was just some friendly guy from up the street. Nicholas has known him for three years now, this is really my first time talking to him face-to-face without Nicholas guiding me through a conversation with him.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Can you be mad at me for finding him attractive? Henry's very likable. Not talkative, but when he does talk, he tries to keep things interesting. when he feels like it...

He's nearly six feet tall, I'm slightly taller than him by an inch. He has dark eyes, hazel green to be exact. Has a pigmentation condition that affects his hair. Pale blonde with black streaks, worn in a shaggy undercut, it suits his glasses very well. He looks a little bit like Dracula and his frames are fit to look like bat wings. Did I mention his plethora of tattoos? All over his arms and neck. He looks like someone's Victorian goth librarian or something... Whatever, understand that he's hot.

"I've done this nearly a thousand times, and everytime, I panic like it's the first." Someone once said... Touched for the very first time... "Like a vu-vir-version?" He nodded, pushing back his hair of his eyes. "Like a virgin." 

"... Damn..." Sparrow looks at the clock over the television and fireplace. It reads six-twelve. "Wow... Any minute now..." She mumbles. Any minute? What're you talkin' about? Is he supposed to do something.

"This was a mistake, I dragged you out here to sit in silence and do nothing... You probably do that a lot, minus the 'do nothing' part..." Henry smiles a bit. "Don't worry, about it." - “Well, the television and consoles are free for your entertainment. You might even make a good test dummy for detecting the faulty controller.” 

Sidetracked, she got off the couch and wandered into the kitchen, there was something on the counter and she couldn't find it. That something was wiped straight from her memory, but she had the urge to find it to look for it... "Just a second, Henry!"

"Dammit! Where'd I-" Carter failed to hear the footsteps coming behind her, she turned back and saw a knife on the floor. It was rusted and chipped, with a wooden grip.

"Carter, are you looking for something?" A voice asked her, she forgot who it was, it was barely even a voice to her. She was hearing muted trumpets. She didn't answer, she was a little aware of what was happening. She didn't want to fall into her delusion and make a fool of herself too. So, she stood in place, just looking around, and at the same time nothing. 

As far as her mind could go, there was absolutely nothing in front of her. On the outside, Henry was trying to snap her back into focus. He carefully put his hand on her shoulder, gave her a shake, and whispered her name. She jolts, and coughs. "What...?" 

"You were mumbling to yourself again. Is everything alright?"

"Oh, nothing sir! I was looking for something... On the counter... You wouldn't happen to see it, would you?" Henry smirks slightly. Carter's lips began to quiver, and she feels her hands getting sweaty all over again. Henry is wearing an overcoat, it's been a pretty chilly week, and it's perfect for this type of clothing. Carter does feel stupid for not noticing that, or offering to take it. 

The older man slips his hand into his pocket, and pulls up a small pack of plastic, Carter audibly gasps, but it comes up as a moan. "Sir... You weren't supposed to see that..." He starts unwrapping the packet and reaches for one of the condoms within it. The pack is tossed back on the counter and he holds the condom pack over his crotch. "Hmmm... Did you pick these out for me, hunny? Because you sure did get my size right..." The condom were extra large... "Nhnn-nuh-uh… No..." How would my husband know to get that for a complete stranger?

She backs up into the kitchen island, and with this, Henry lifts her off the ground and on top of it. Her legs wrap around his waist and he's pulled on top of her. Essentially, pinning her down. "You're so adorable when you stutter, you know that Carter?" He draws his finger and thumb to her chin, parting her lips to kiss.

"Don't say that... I probably sound stupid to you." He's leaning in for another kiss, and she attempts to shift for comfort, their lips crash into a sweet kiss. "I mean all of it, Sparrow. I want to hear your stutter," Sparrow tilts her head to the side, and she grinds her teeth at that corny comment. The side eye loads in.

"I love watching you get embarrassed all because of me." He's pecking her neck with light kisses. She stops his head from moving any further, squirming against the countertop, she struggles to stay still. The constant feeling of endless falling surrounds her, she's terrified of slipping off and Henry's pinning doesn't change that.

"Henry... I don't think we should do this here..." She warns him about safety and her unsteadiness on smooth surfaces, and the high possibility of breaking a marble counter. He agrees to head upstairs, and because they have all the time in the world to panic later, so they decide to strip and leave their clothes in the hallway upstairs, or at At least Henry does. 

Carter remains in her black/orange sports jersey and black/red thigh socks. She was wearing her lucky boy shorts, grey with a black spade on them. Carter heavily preferred boyshorts and boxer shorts over feminine underwear, unless she would be wearing cutesy lingerie or a silly thong.

"Cute room you got here." Henry makes a remark about her and Nick's bedroom aesthetics, when you compared it with their work downstairs. All the vinyl records and band posters are hung up on the walls, and they have guitars on stands in the middle of the room, including a leather couch torn to shreds, being held up by miscellaneous fabrics, and the only true chair they have is a lazy boy which remains on its last legs, a molded green color, smells like roses and sweat. If you don't count the quilt tire sandwich... That's the living room.

The kitchen looks like it crawled out of a grim storybook, featuring the darkest of creatures: the vampires, the daemons, witches, goblins, and trolls. It's the cutest and creepiest thing ever. Cute; the dusted skull-shaped cookie jar, sarcophagus *coffin* spice shelf, black dinnerware. Creepy; the bloodied fridge, tile floors, various food health violations/concerns of human products... Copy and paste for the bathrooms and study, once you reach the bedroom it's a teenage wonderland...

Carter crosses her arms. "I know... The cow print is so childish, it isn't the ideal shagging material. Unless, you like animal play, or you're some zoo..." Henry kept looking back at her and the king-sized mattress mounting the various milk and soda crates, in the right corner of the room. The bedspread was cow print, there was a rug beneath the crates and bed mocking grass, then a sprinkle of the living room. "I change the theme of our bedroom every month." I don't like making up my own bed, let alone tucking the damn sheets in. Henry thought to himself.

"What's this theme about?" He dared to ask her. This time a leg-shaped bass guitar, plush critters, some pride flags, and five handmade pillows. The pillows were old, tiny, or oversized graphic tees stuffed with cotton. Sparrow explained, "I dissociate sometimes... Preadolescence, a very lovely thing."

Oh, and don't forget the bong and pipe display shelf... She had a specific bong sitting up there perfectly... It was a dick, just a dick. Henry cocks his head at the phallus-shaped bong. "There's nothing childish about that." He points at it. Sparrow looks off, whistling to change the tune, "Hey! You can't blame me for that, it just showed up on it's on." She shrugged it off, and Henry felt his brows twitch, stunned by her words.

That has a double meaning and it's so sad to think about. Maybe she wants to spell it out for the class? Ah, yes. Molestation and rape, mum beat me so hard I was purple. You can't be the daylights out of a lightskin and expect them to not bruise like a banana. Oh, and the bong isn't mine, I have a different coloured one.

Henry wondered if Nicholas owned it, initially, he thought "she" but considering his ties with Nicholas, why couldn't it be his? Carter got onto the bed and reached over to a small, drawer to the left of the bed. She opens it and pulls up a black leather collar with a charm attached to it. "Whatcha got there?" The older man asks. Carter waves the leather band to him, "A collar. I think you should hold on to it for me." 

Now pinned down on the bed, and on her stomach with her face in the pillow. Henry kisses Carter up and down her neck and back, scaling his firm and large hands down her soft body to the hem of her shirt, treating it the way he would a skirt. He lifts the fabric up and over Carter's ass. His eyes are glued to it, he internally worships her curved figure, unintentionally putting down his late wife. She has more curvature, and her mellow brown skin is sunkissed, and with those freckles and scars, he's dazed.

"You are just the cutest, every single part of you..." He runs his hand up and down her ass, creating a trail of goosebumps to follow after his touch. Carter started to shiver, "You're so cold..." He's busy nibbling her thighs to listen or care.

Carter slumps over the pillow, reaching down to rub herself. The tension is great, and it feels nice, but she is sensitive to being touched in certain places. Not even in a sexual way, she's just a ticklish girl. She let's out a small laugh and Henry finally gets serious. Sparrow kneels over the pillow for support, Henry holds her legs down as he toys with her. Lubricating both his middle and ring fingers with the bottle provided, he slips two of his fingers beneath her folds at a fast and steady pace. The rest of the lubricant is slathered all over the redhead's lower half. 

As his fingers rise from the front and to the back, he kisses up her left thigh, to her left cheek, and eventually tongues down that sweet spot just below her beltline. His tongue slips down further, into her anus. His left hand, the free one is focused on her stomach. Fingertips rubbed down her happy trail, over some more scaring and bruising told by her shift in breath. She takes him so easily, as expected since that's just his tongue. "Ohh my gosh!!" She cries softly. She feels how long it is, his lips haven't even nipped her yet, but she's feeling so much heat on her tailbone. 

"You're actually, doing THAT! Holy shit... Your wife was a lucky woman... Oh my god..." Sparrow had just the right amount of rasp in her voice to cause an eargasm, not only to Henry but to herself too. Henry pulls back, pushing his tongue back in his mouth to moisten up so he can answer. "I've never done this." He admits. Carter bats an eye. "What's the occasion, then?"

"Rare: Rimming my best friend's wife." He heads back to licking, this time he holds her leg tighter and stretches his tongue further. "And you're lovely all around." Some of his stubble stims her giving more friction and increase sensitivity. "S-sir... You actually mean that?" Taking some attention off her ass and onto the more important bit. "Yes, I really do." He gets underneath her, holding her down to basically... Sit on his face. 

Meanwhile, Carter's hugging her pillow for dear life, with the way Henry's devouring her, and how he's rocking her onto his face and toying with her ass, she's in a state of nirvana, she's seeing white. "Fuck, fuck... I'm so close, Henry please don't!" She begs him to let her go, for his safety. He pulls his lips off her clit with a loud moist pop. "What's the problem, love?" He cackles. "Oh, man... I just-..." Heading back to licking, Carter breaks free, winded. She lowers back down when she believes it is safe, only to land herself on his fingers again. "Ahh, Hen-ry, don't!!" She whimpered. 

Henry doesn't give her a chance to explain. "I'm..." Mercilessly pumping three fingers into her sopping-wet snatch, he's summoned a greater unknown. He freezes into place, stunned by her words, but it's far too late. She squirts all over his face, staining his glasses and drenching his hair. "A squirter..."

Embarrassed, she hurries off the bed to get towels and apologize, but Henry grabs her arm and tells her how interesting she is for nearly killing him. She flees for the towels anyhow. "I'm interesting?" Sparrow muttered. "He's the marine biologist, not me..." She wobbles back into the bedroom and falls across the bed. "Here are your towels, I should've warned you..." He should clean his glasses, and not shrug at me like nothing happened.

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"Are you seriously an extra large? I can't... Nicholas isn't that big... But you?!" How did he know to get that size? How did the conversation for this even come up? Was he expecting me to wanna fuck his friend like that? Out of the blue? He starts jerking his cock, begging for the young woman to stay in place. Sparrow watched in shock as Henry woke himself up. "You wanna feel it?"

Feeling... Not limited to jerking, having it ribbing my guts, tearing my ass, beating my face, in my mouth, down my throat, against my soles, my thighs, and armpits for fucks sake. Of course, I wanna feel it! 

Like an inquisitive pup, the curls on her head bounce as she nods. Henry brushes her hair around with his hand, throws her a few praises for her actions and compliments of her figure, then a sprinkle of flirting. He's still very hard and she can't keep her eye off it. She opens her mouth for him, he looks at her confused. She feels embarrassed. 

The girl holds a closed fist to her mouth, jerking it up and down as she makes direct eye contact. The blush on her friend's face is as red as the evening sky. His hazel green mix with her passionate brown, and he mouths an encouraging affirmation to her. "How about we put this on first?" Henry takes the collar he hid in one of the pillows nearby. Sparrow's eye lit up at the sound of the charm, she stretches out to him, urging for Henry to put the collar on her as she unbuttons her shirt. Once the collar is on, she's ready for more fun. "Is that too tight for you, Sparrow?" The sub shakes her head at the dom, "Oh, sir this isn't tight at all. I can breathe just fine." She tugs lightly at the charm, Henry starts to blush more. 

Instantly, his tip slides past her lips, and down her throat until her chin rests against his pelvis. Sparrow swirls her tongue over his cock, it's abnormal with how well it is secured around his penis. Her arms wrap around his waist, and she begins to pump him with her mouth more. "Ohh, that's a good girl... Take all of it." 

The more he slides further down her throat, the more aroused she becomes. A faint moan escapes his lips, he could almost whisper about how well she's taking him, but the wide hand over her head does enough of that. He's quite impressed with her. She's even sucking him off in the aftermath. However, he doesn't want this to end, understanding that her jaw is absolutely sore once this is over, he knows she won't be letting up anytime soon. 

As Sparrow continues this, he initiates thrusting his hips upward, causing her to cough a little as he moves faster. He grunts and groans loudly. Bucking his hips hard enough to make her gasp and cough around his shaft. Carter stops for a moment, pulling off her eyepatch and looking up at her neighbor with just her single brown eye. "My bad sweetie, your little mouth just feels so good." She inhales before going back down. He continues to shower her with praise, and comparisons, "You're nothing like her... You're better..."

Always, with the rough shenanigans, he's grown fond of gagging her. Henry's brought to a close end from the loud choking noises coming from his neighbor. She feels him twitching on her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and she pushes her head back down to swallow his load, sucking up some of him in the process. He flinches, from the bit of skin she clamps her teeth on while rising back up. The redhead flicks her tongue at the blonde, some of his cum parting from the roof of her mouth and floating to her tongue and past her lips. The excess drips on her shirt, but she doesn't mind it. 

The two switch positions. Carter's laying back on her pillow. "Yaaaawn..." She pops her jaw. "Yawn?" Henry inquiries. "Yes, yawn. How many rounds do you think you can go?" Henry shakes his head, "I've never counted..." 

"I'll keep track! What's your safe word?"

"Shouldn't I be asking that?"

"Safe word!" She demands. "Pineapple juice...” He answers quietly.

Chapter Text

Alabaster Residence - Kitchen Bathroom

8:34 PM

"Yes, I know! Why have the goggles when you have an eye patch... It's overkill, but I give the littlest of fucks."

Sparrow told her mirror reflection, trying to dope herself for tonight's events. This was a costume party, and she was hosting it for the first time. Her costume of choice is the wannabe mercenary.

She wears a dark green beanie with black rounded specs on top, a dark brown sleeveless crop top, a brown utility belt, forest green camo pants, and black combat boots. She wears her hair in two frizzy ponytails, with a pair of horns from excess hair and gel, that stick up beneath her beanie and yellow lensed goggles. For fun, she included a devil's tail and pitchfork, then she switched her eyepatch. Her standard is a medical patch, square and black, with two straps across the face for extra security. This current one is black, heart-shaped, leather, one strap, and features a red skull over it.

"You look great, how was your time with Henry?" Nicholas snuck up behind her. Dressed the very thing he is, a nerd. From head to toe. With the glasses held up by tape, the colored button-up shirt, and corny suspenders to fit. Most of the earthy color combinations of brown, black, and some form of pale orange.  

His large arms grapple around her waist, to hold her nice and easy when she tries to squirm away from his tender kisses. "Gah, heeey!! Nicky, that's my neck..." His hands grazed over her abdomen, and she goes stiff. "I knoooow..." Lips lazily pulled off her neck and dragged to her shoulder. Sparrow reached back to fluff Nick's hair. "But answer for me, was he nice?" He continued. Sparrow laughed a little, "Very! I didn't know he liked using his mouth, that took me by surprise."

"What do you expect? He's respectful." He playfully bit at her cheek. Carter faltered a smile, "He's been intimate with you, hasn't he?"

"Ehh, yeah... I was there when his wife withered away." Withered? Is she dead or what?

"Awww, Nicky you're such a sweetheart an...and t-that really gets me going..." I’ll fuck him right here if I have to. "No, Carter. Not right, now." I always get flustered when he talks about his good deeds.

"I know, I know... But please later in bed, tell me how nice you've been?"

"I will. I will... C'mon, Lila's gonna be here soon."

Living Room

9:23 PM

Nick went upstairs for a quick nap, he was really exhausted when he got back, it's crazy how he had the energy to be in the mirror like that. Sparrow was just finishing up the cupcakes, she has to let them cool before she could even frost them. The cakes were already taken care of because none of them were homemade.

Once again, the twins hate cupcakes, so they each get their own mini ones and then their little friends have a big one they can split wholly. She ran out of the kitchen for a better listen outside, the voices of chattering teens and doors slamming entered the quiet scene. "They're finally here, and I'm glad!" She said spinning around.

"I was so tempted to fuck you again, Henry." She chuckles, Henry is straightening out his getup. He swiped his hand through her hair to piss her off. "Hey! Careful, my hair doesn't get horny like this all the time!" Bad choice of words. "I can't help it. They're pointed and shiny, just like those studs on your nipples." He cackled. "Blasphemy!!!" 

How many of those condoms did we run through ? Sparrow rushed past the rubber fuckery of balloons she and Henry created. I guess it's safe to say that we used up a whole pack. Looking down at her feet as she walked, she noticed some of those balloons were shaped funnily. Ugh, no wonder... I didn't realize I mixed in the condoms with balloons. I hope there are no miniature offspring attending.

Carter opened the front door to greet everyone. To her surprise, the triplets weren't being forced into the door like usual. Normally, Lila's behind them threatening to take away or beat them for not being able to greet me properly. Lila can be such a bitch... She was so pushy and forceful as a kid. I got my ass beat behind her incompetence. Of course, I'm gonna slide down the stairs with Majesty and risk getting my neck busted. I was a kid with no sense, not an emotionless husk.

Well, fuck I sure am one now.

"Hey, girls! What's up? Where's your boneheaded ass mama, at?" Yes, I hate her. Each of the girls laughed. "She's in the car crying, since dad disappeared she's been a wreck." Hollyhock and Iris snickered. "I can see you guys don't care and that's just great!" 

"Why would we?" Sparrow moved out of the doorway to let the triplets inside, before heading off to the car, she told the girls about Henry. Carter made her way to the car, wobbling in her boots, as she stumbled down the uneven brick porch, to the rough and ragged blacktop.

Lila's car window was left somewhat open, Sparrow eased her hand into it, and pushed it down. Lila shuddered at Carter's stealthy introduction. She was busy looking at her phone, understandable if she can't see, but how couldn't she hear me? "Lila, what's with you? How come you aren't in the party mood?" I asked her, she sank down in her seat and sighed. “I’m not going in. You know that I don’t like your husband.” I wasn’t asking you to come in anyway damn way.

Just like Carter, Lila was mixed. Half-white and half-Asian, but she passed as just white and Carter passed more as black. The two have always had different forms of treatment throughout their lives. Both the girls' fathers are siblings and Lila receives more attention than Carter. Her father's end wasn't very fond of their son impregnating a blasian woman, which resulted in Carter being detested presently. It assembled some unwanted tension between the girls as they grew older.

Carter bit her lip, “Why not? Nicky’s a nice guy you just have to get to know him better,”  Lila was dirty blonde with green eyes, and a thinner body type, coming as more athletic and docile to others. Carter is a brunette with red undertones, one brown eye, another green, and a curvy build, seen either as promiscuous and intimidating.

Lila sneered, “Don’t you have something to do?” Carter pressed her hand on her hip, “I can’t see why you're out here wasting my time like this,” Sparrow stayed silent, she thought about going back inside and letting the party start up, that would be a lot better than standing out here and talking to a wall.

Lila has some internal conflicts with Carter, mostly about skin color and behavior. Lila grew up differently, if she sees somebody lighter Carter, she’s gonna be scared shitless.

sigh if you feel the repetition...

Sparrow kept her face blank, expressionless, nearly hollow. She didn't react very much to Lila's theatrics. She had her reason to feel bitter about this, but she didn't wanna make it obvious why, and at who. The best thing she can do now is the only thing! Letting it go, and acting as if Lila didn’t say anything, she can go punch a wall later if she has to.

"Could you try to cheer up for the girls? Today's their big day." Still, with that stiff and cold face, Carter spoke with an optimistic tone. Lila nodded off, her head dropping to the side and on the window, she looked about ready to cry. Carter threw her head back and sighed as her chest began to sting with lack of remorse, she felt her intrusive thoughts kicking in. "I made cupcakes, and I won't let you leave without trying one." A smile crept up on Lila's face. Why can't she stay longer? Doesn't she wanna watch the girls blow out their candles? Actually, no, I forgot how annoying she is. "Alright, ___ maybe just one." Footsteps scattered out the front door, and to the trunk. Lila popped the hood instantly.

Each of the girls took their bags, and neither did they nor Lila speak to one another. Sparrow rolled her eye again. "Where's the rest of their friends? I just realized the lack of enthusiasm..." Lila didn't answer, she hurried inside, and didn't even close the trunk. Carter was tempted to leave the trunk open and let allow anyone to steal from it, but she remembered the existence of the triplets, they have stuff in there too. This isn’t just Lila’s anymore. "Bug me another time..." She muttered.

-

Later

"Alright, I'm gonna be pissed if I don't get an answer, and your mother refuses to cooperate. So tell me, Hollyhock, why aren't your friends here?" Holly complained. "According to her, we're on punishment..."

"For...?"

"She's angry about "his" disappearance. You can imagine our answer, can't you, Carter?" She most definitely can. When you spend that much time with an abuser and shithead, it gets old, and you don’t want anything to do with that person. Any mention of their name can just throw you into a foul mood. "You're not on any damn punishment. She's just being moody and taking it out on you,” I feel so hostile right now, and it isn’t funny.

“Though I have to say. Try to mask your hatred and lie a little sometimes. It'll save all of you, no matter how painful it is to bite down your pride, you have to spare someone's feelings."

Hollyhock nodded at Carter. "I'll try to relay that message..." Carter kneeled down at Holly's level, and grabbed her before she walked off. "Listen, when she leaves, I'm bringing your friends over, okay?" Holly smiled a little bit. "Do you mind?"

"I might have enough room for three other people..." Holly's smile turned into a grin. "Okay, I'll tell the others, then..." Holly fled upstairs, and Henry comes down with Nicholas. The three of them, Carter, Nick, and Henry all enter the kitchen. Carter sneaks behind the counter and hears Lila in the bathroom close by.

‘Which are these? ’ Nicholas points at the tray Sparrow's holding. There's a cake for everybody sitting in the fridge. She points at the fridge the makes a gesture to hint at least more than there people. Henry's not really catching on to this madness, not like he's invested.

"Ohh! I swear, ___! Everything you have in this house is just..." Lila's shouting from the bathroom door, she sounds as if she's venting negatively. Carter's ears twitch from the sensitivity of hearing her other name. "You know we hear you, right?" She tells Lila sternly. Lila can be heard clearing her throat and chuckling clueless. "No, you don't." Emerged a sheepish laugh. Carter groaned loudly, "Yes, we can."

Some time rolled by, and Lila came out of the bathroom and was greeted by Carter again. "Alright, because you took so long to fucking cope..." Henry and Nick are playing cards at the table behind Sparrow. "The white-haired fella in the fancy threads is my husband Nicholas. His buddy there in the more polished set of threads is Henry from up the way, our neighbor." Both of the men waved at Lila with friendly smiles. Lila didn't acknowledge Nicholas but gave full admiration to Henry, that made Carter worry...

Sparrow popped some of the cupcakes from the baking tray, now laying them out on a plate. She shoved them at Lila. Watching closely, her cousin reached for one of the pastries, and a wide grin crept up on Carter's face. She couldn't control herself, this moment was finally going to happen!  Lila had her eyes trained on Nicholas, she put down the cupcake and watched him play cards. The look of disgust on her face really bothered Carter. She could feel her eyebrows twitch.

"God, what happened to you ___? You used to have good taste," Yeah, when I was dating douchebags, crying in closet spaces and I still answered to ____. "I'm not dating meatheads anymore, Lila. Isn't that clear?" Carter huffed with her arms crossed to her chest. Does she want me to kill her? Lila slams her fist on the countertop, she grabs one of the cupcakes and bites it, laughing. "Now you're dating boring shmucks like Nicholas. Ha-ah! Remember, Brody Wales? Skin’s white as fresh milk, sandy long hair, eyes as blue as the summer sky, a sharp smile. He was great...”

Of course, she's doing this. She always wants to bring up old shit she knows nothing about, first, it's the exes, and then it's the comparisons. "Don’t forget the left hook... All Nick’s given me is a new name and a better substitute for antidepressants.”

"Oh, I'm sure he was just playing around. You were probably in the way, and you know how Brody doesn't like it when people are in his way." There she is with her stupid excuses. "Whatever, Lila... I'm happier with Nicholas." Lila's already down to her last cupcake. I made sure to give each cupcake an equal amount of frosting. The frosting is made from blood, and the cake I made completely from scratch. If I used the boxed mix that would've been disastrous. Cake is from scratch and its main... The components are vanilla flavoring and bone meal... Or I think that's what I made the sugar from?

-Outside-

Lila was ready to drive off, just like when she first came Sparrow hung outside her car window. Lila rambled on about taking a vacation off work and away from the girls. She would be traveling to a different state for a grand three or four days. “Lila, how did you like them? I didn’t hear you the first time...” Carter asked softly. The blonde fluttered her eyes and sniffed. “Ramin’s always told me about how much he liked your baking. He would’ve loved to try your cupcakes if he were here.” Regretful of this entire transaction, Carter rolls her eye again, and this time she dropped the filter. “You know, he was here... All this time... He’s been inside of you.” Lila nodded, “Oh, I agree. He’s been in my heart and on my mind. That’s god’s way... Of telling me Ramin’s still around and he’ll be found.” Her she is with her “God” shit.

Lila’s mellow expression wore down the moment Carter began to laugh. It was loud, throaty, and honestly terrifying. “What’s so funny?” Nervous and faceless, Lila laughed awkwardly, she attempted to mimic Sparrow’s silly grimace, but not understanding the reason why it came up. “___ why do you keep laughing? ___?? You’re scaring me and I don’t like it...” Lila gripped the rubber steering wheel in her sweaty hands.

Sparrow caught a glimpse of hair in Lila’s teeth, the car engine roared loudly covering up Lila’s screams at Carter’s reveal. “You got a little something there...” She told Lila, telling her to pick the hair between her buck teeth. Lila didn’t see it at first, until she pulled it closer and cut on the car light inside. It was black hair, very long and curly, bounced freely as Lila pluck it out of her mouth. “Oh my god!! Is this?”

“I must be wasting your time, Lila, don't you have a flight to catch?”

“No, no, Carter... What is this? Tell me.”

“Like you said, I’m wasting your time.”