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Itch Versus Scratch	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Ghost and Molly McGee Views: 1915 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Fun for the Whole Family
The bundled-up Molly hummed a happy tune as she stumbled home through the chilly, gusty winds. She had very much enjoyed having hygge-sex with Libby; in fact, in Molly’s mind, hygge-sex was now officially a thing, and she hoped to have lots more of it in the coming months of winter. Because what could be more wonderful than sex mixed with snuggling?
But the sex, plus the effort required to fight her way home through the wind, wore Molly out. So after she ate dinner with the family, she told everyone that she wanted to turn in early and headed straight up to her room.
“You and Libby must’ve studied pretty hard,” Scratch said when Molly arrived.
“Oh, yeah, really hard,” Molly replied dreamily as she pulled off her sweater and shirt simultaneously, causing Scratch to make a huffing sound and turn his back to her with his arms crossed. “We learned lots of new things…”
“Okayyy,” Scratch replied, quirking an eyebrow.
Suddenly acutely aware of what she was saying, and how and to whom she was saying it, Molly snapped out of her reverie and added, “I mean, the math, it was intense. Like, next-level stuff.” With a nervous chuckle, she added, “Not Mom and Dad’s math, that’s for sure.”
As Molly finished changing out of her day clothes and into her PJs, Scratch replied, “Right, well, sweet dreams. I’ve got a date with a Tupperware of leftover oven fries.”
Scratch sank through the floor and disappeared. Molly closed her eyes.
Nope, she thought goofily, definitely not Mom and Dad’s kind of math. Hmmm…Mom and Dad…
Then she was asleep.
***
The next day was Sunday. It was sunny, and the icy breezes of the previous evening were gone, but it was far from warm outside—or inside, for that matter. So when Molly came downstairs, bright eyed, bushy-tailed, and wrapped in her thick winter robe, she was pleased to find her mom in the kitchen, stirring a pot of steel-cut oatmeal. It would only take a little brown sugar and a fistful of raisins to turn the gluey concoction into a winter breakfast treat that would keep Molly warm and happy on the inside until lunchtime.
“Morning, Mom!” Molly said.
“Morning, sweetie,” Sharon replied. She, too, was wearing her robe and fuzzy slippers. “Looks like you’re back to your chipper self this morning. You must have slept well.”
“Oh, yeah, like a log,” Molly said.
This was true, but only in the sense that Molly had slept in a horizontal position, which she supposed was log-like. She doubted that logs ever had long, deliciously detailed erotic dreams, or woke up to find themselves humping their pillow. And then had to rub one out before they could go back to sleep.
Soon, Molly’s dad and brother appeared in the kitchen, as well. The four of them sat down and ate their oatmeal together as they discussed their plans for the day.
It was only then when Molly realized that there was just one thing she wanted to do that morning. And now that she’d realized it, she wanted it very badly. Fortunately, Scratch was still asleep in his dollhouse up in Molly’s room, so she wouldn’t have to worry about him interfering.
“Well, Mom and Dad,” Molly said, “I was thinking: Before we get started on the business of the day, why don’t we all go up to your bedroom for a little bit? It’s the warmest room in the house, and we could all get-” she gave them all a meaningful look “-cozy.”
Sharon’s face looked a bit blank as the woman replied, “Cozy…In our bedroom…”
Pete, similarly mesmerized, added, “Where our bed is…”
“Where we could lie down…” Darryl said.
Darryl wasn’t ordinarily shy about asking for things he wanted. But in the two days since their sexual encounter—which Darryl now considered one of the greatest moments of his life to date—he hadn’t thought of a good way to approach Molly about doing it again. And now that he was feeling particularly horny for some reason, he hoped to high heaven that this was somehow going to lead to sex.
“Exactly!” Molly cheered. “Let’s head up there right now!”
They all got up, leaving their empty oatmeal bowls on the table, and followed Molly upstairs to the master bedroom. She closed the door behind them.
Much as she wanted to dive right into the hardcore stuff, Molly knew she should start slow. That had seemed important with Libby, and it seemed even more important with her own parents. Although she could tell just by looking that Darryl was already on board, unless that was a roll of quarters in his pajama pants.
“How about we play a kissing game?” Molly said. “Mom and Dad, you go ahead and kiss first.”
Sharon and Pete drew close, and Molly could see lust smoldering in their eyes. They seemed to be trying for a mere peck, the way they would normally kiss in front of the kids. But the moment their lips touched, their mouths opened, and the two of them made out like horny teenagers for a good half-minute before they finally broke off the kiss, panting.
“Nice one!” Molly said. “Now it’s me and Darryl’s turn.”
She could see the flicker of surprise on her parents’ faces as she pulled Darryl to her, but after she deep-kissed him—Darryl giving a short squeak of surprise before reciprocating enthusiastically—her mom and dad had nothing on their faces but eager, lascivious smiles.
“Dad,” Molly said, turning to him, “now it’s our turn.”
Her father seemed momentarily confused. Clearly, he needed a little direction.
“Why don’t you sit down on the bed?” she said. “Then I can sit on your lap!”
“Sounds…cozy,” Pete replied.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, and Molly hopped right up onto his flannel-pajama-clad thighs. Then she raised her face to her father’s and kissed him. She didn’t put her tongue in his mouth as she had with Darryl, but although the kiss began with their mouths closed, it ended with their mouths open. Molly could feel her father’s chest rise and fall a little more rapidly than before.
“Mom and Darryl, you’re up!” Molly shouted gleefully.
Both Molly and Pete watched with great interest as Sharon bent down, put both hands on Darryl’s face, and pressed her lips to his. She made a brief, muffled squeak as Darryl boldly pushed his tongue into her mouth while reaching around her to squeeze her big ass with both of his small hands. Sharon threw her arms around him and moved her tongue vigorously against his for a long moment before ending the kiss.
Molly briefly considered being a completionist and having her father kiss Darryl and her mom kiss her. But Molly didn’t want to risk breaking the spell by pushing her family even farther outside their comfort zone—not when she had plenty of extra-zonal activities planned already.
“Well, that was fun,” Molly declared.
“It sure was,” Pete agreed.
“Really fun,” Darryl said, smiling naughtily up at his mom.
“And it feels a lot warmer in here now, doesn’t it?” Molly said, hopping down from her dad’s lap. “Maybe we should take some of these clothes off.”
“Definitely,” Sharon replied, stepping out of her fuzzy slippers and then shrugging off her robe, so that now she wore just her plain blue nightgown. “This is the warmest room in the house, after all.”
“Right now it sure is,” Pete agreed, and took off his own robe, revealing the plaid pajamas beneath.
“Yeah,” Darryl agreed, tossing his robe away. Beneath he had on PJs decorated with characters from his favorite collectible card game.
Molly pulled off her fuzzy robe and tossed it on her father’s dresser. Now she was wearing only her long winter pajamas, as Pete and Darryl were. And now, she had to think fast.
“Okay,” Molly said, clapping her palms together, “this next game is called, uh, Horizontal Hugs!”
“Ooooh,” Darryl replied. “How do you play that?”
“Um, well,” Molly said, “first…Mom and Dad lie down on the bed.”
“Okay,” Sharon replied.
Pete, who was already sitting on the bed, simply scooched back and lay down. Sharon lay down next to him.
“Good,” Molly said. “Now, I climb up on the bed like so,” she said, clambering onto her father’s side of the bed, “and lie down on top of Dad. And Darryl does the same thing with Mom.”
Darryl grinned and immediately climbed onto the other side of the bed to lie down on top of his mother. Her big, soft, curvy body was extremely cozy, and being pressed against it was getting Darryl even more excited.
Molly had made sure to put her knees on either side of her father’s hips, thus pressing her crotch against his. She could feel a little bit of firmness there inside his pajama bottoms, but she wanted more than a little bit.
“So,” her father said, looking up at her with a glint in his eye, “what happens now?”
“Now comes the, uh, the tricky part,” Molly replied. “Because now we each have to try and get as comfortable as we possibly can. Which is gonna take a lot of moving around, you know, to get yourself adjusted just right.”
Molly began to shift her body around a bit, making sure that with every move, she ground her pajama-clad crotch against her dad’s. Darryl, getting the idea immediately, worked his body against his mother’s, pushing with his pelvis so as to gradually open Sharon’s thighs until his hips were snugly between them. Sharon opened her mouth with surprise and more than a little lust. Then she began to shift her own hips, working her crotch against the growing hardness in Darryl’s pajama bottoms.
Molly, meanwhile, continued to move her body against her father’s, her efforts and her lust increasing as rapidly as the hardness inside Pete’s pajama pants. And by the time Molly could clearly feel several inches of hard male flesh through the crotches of their sleepwear, she wanted to do a lot more than just rub against it.
“Okay,” Molly said, trying not to pant. “Time to move on to the, uh, freestyle part of the game! Mom and Darryl, you guys do whatever you want, and Dad and I will, too.”
Sharon looked eagerly at Darryl. She didn’t know what had come over her, but right now, she didn’t much care. Because deep down, in a part of her mind whose existence she only barely acknowledged, she had for some time harbored sexual feelings for her son. Not only was he young and energetic, and not only did he straddle the line between cute and handsome, but he was naughty. And now that this part of her mind had come to the surface, she wondered whether he would take liberties with her, with her body, if he had the opportunity. And she had found herself hoping that he would. This was her chance to find out.
“What do you want me to do, Darryl?” she asked him suggestively. “Just name it.”
Darryl was entranced. Molly’s “game” was leading to sex as he’d hoped it would, but he hadn’t considered that the sex would be between him and his hot, busty, broad-assed mom. He’d been increasingly aware of her womanly attractiveness for months now, but since his incestuous liaison with Molly two nights earlier, his thoughts about his mother had become more explicitly sexual.
In a half-whisper, Darryl replied, “Take your clothes off.”
Sharon smiled wickedly. “Your wish is my command.”
She stood up from the bed, facing away from Darryl, then looked back over her shoulder and threw the boy a wink as she slowly moved her hands down her sides. They went down her waist, then over the broad curves of her hips, then down her outer thighs until they finally reached the bottom of her nightgown. Her fingers grasped the hem, and she pulled the nightgown up and off. She turned her head to look back over her now bare shoulder at her son, eager to see the expression on his young face.
Darryl stared raptly at his mother’s body, now bare except for her olive-green panties. Not since swimsuit season had Darryll gotten such a good look at his mom’s plush ass. He wanted to see it in its full glory, but there was something else he wanted to see first.
Naughtily, he commanded, “Turn around.”
“Oh, really?” Sharon replied.
She made her turn artfully slow, stopping halfway to let Darryl see her impressive chest in profile. Sharon had considered her boobs to be pretty nice even when she was in her late teens, and since then, two pregnancies and fifty pounds had taken them from nice to beautifully full.
By the time Sharon finished turning around to face Darryl, the boy was transfixed. He’d always liked his mom’s big, round boobs, but he still had never realized how amazing they’d look uncovered. Without the support of a bra, they had a gorgeous teardrop shape. Her nipples were a shade of dark brown that Darryl associated with fancy furniture, and the centers seem to be growing tantalizingly stiff even as he watched his mother saunter toward him.
Sharon was loving this. No male had looked at her with such naked lust since…well, since Pete, and that had been quite a while back. She could actually see Darryl’s pupils dilating as he stared at her substantial breasts.
“Mom,” the boy gasped. “Your boobs are amazing.”
“Why, thank you, sweetie,” Sharon replied. “Would you like to play with them?”
“More than anything,” Darryl said. He put his hands on his mother’s breasts and began to squeeze them gently, marveling at their softness.
Molly and Pete watched this exchange with fascination. Even though Molly had engineered this entire situation, she hadn’t really realized how it would feel to see her mother and little brother be sexual with each other. It was turning her on like the dickens, such that now she had to force herself to turn away so she could look at her father. And, more importantly, speak to him.
“Dad,” she murmured. “Fuck me…”
In both his head and his heart, Pete McGee understood that this was his child—his precious baby girl, whom he had devoted his life to loving, supporting, raising, and protecting. But at the same time, she was a sexual being, and her sexuality was so powerful that he could not bring himself to deny it. Not merely because he could not resist it, but because to even try to resist it felt like a crime against nature, and against Molly. To truly love Molly meant to accept every aspect of her, including this one.
So it was without reservation that Pete leaned his head down, put his lips to his daughter’s ear, and replied, “Take off your clothes, honey.”
Molly felt her heart swell with joy even as her little pussy went soaking-wet. She got to her feet, standing astride her father’s hips, and pulled off her pajama top. Her breasts, though small, were swollen with desire, and her nipples were so hard they ached. So Molly could not have been gladder when her dad reached up with both hands and gently massaged her little mounds while his thumbs lightly rubbed her nipples.
“Ohhhhh, Daaaaaddddyyy…”
She hadn’t called him that for years, but she couldn’t help herself. Her father was touching her with more skill than Darryl or Libby had, and it was driving her wild. Wild enough that even though she tried to hold as still as possible so that her father could continue touching her, she also absolutely had to get her pajama bottoms off so that he could touch more of her.
So Molly was briefly disappointed when, the moment she rose up off her father’s lap, he took his hands off of her chest. But her disappointment became delight when she saw what he did with those hands, which was push his pajama bottoms all the way down to his ankles. Thus, by the time Molly lowered herself back down onto her father’s lap, her bare, utterly wet pussy was pressing against the underside of her father’s hard cock, her labia spreading open as though to embrace it.
Meanwhile, Darryl was just letting go of Sharon’s breasts. Then he took a step back and gazed at his mother, scarcely blinking as he took in the sight of her curvy, mostly bare body. “Yeahhhhh,” Darryl breathed. “Now lose the undies.”
Sharon smiled lustily. She was pleased with how eager Darryl was to see her fully nude, and by how readily he was taking to being the boss of her.
She turned her back to Darryl and took a step away from him. Turning her head to look back at him, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly bent forward to push her undies down to her ankles.
“Wooowwww,” Darryl breathed. “Mom, you’ve got the biggest, best ass…”
Sharon made a low chuckle and replied, “Oh, do I? What do you want to do with my ass?”
Darryl might have been in a semi-stupor of lust and thus incapable of rational thought, but answering that question required no thought at all.
“I wanna squeeze it while I fuck you!” he exclaimed.
The bedroom rug was old but thick and comfortable. So Sharon, still looking back at Darryl, slowly lowered herself down onto all fours.
Then, breathily, she said, “Then what are you waiting for? Take those PJs off and come fuck your mommy.”
Darryl became a cartoonish tornado of action as he flung his pajamas from his body. And then he was stark naked, his hard cock standing out proudly from his hairless crotch.
Pete, lying beneath Molly, put his hands on her waist and lifted her up. Then, his voice warm and breathy, he said, “Put me inside you, sweetheart.”
With an open-mouthed expression of excitement and glee, Molly wrapped her small hand as far around the base of her father’s hard cock as she could. Then she positioned his cock at that sweet spot between her labia where he could enter her. His cock was bigger than Darryl’s, but that didn’t scare Molly at all; she wanted to be as full of her daddy as she could be. So Molly eased down, letting her body weight push him into her.
“Ohhhhhh…” they both moaned, Molly’s high voice in perfect harmony with Pete’s deep one.
Pete hadn’t dated too many women before he met Sharon, and he’d had sex with even fewer. But he had to believe that even if he’d slept around a lot more in his younger days, he never would have had the pleasure of penetrating a pussy as sweetly tight as his teenage daughter’s.
“Oh, God, Dad, you’re so big…” Molly whimpered.
“Just what every man likes to hear, sweetheart,” Pete replied.
Molly sank down, taking in her father’s girthy cock inch by inch until she landed gently on her dad’s lap. She could scarcely believe that she’d managed to fit his whole member inside her small body. That thought, along with the sensation of being utterly full of her father’s cock, was making her even hornier. And it seemed that her dad was feeling the same way, because within seconds of her touching down on his thighs, he lifted her up and then eased her back down. Molly moaned as her father did this again, and again.
Unlike Pete and Molly, Darryl and Sharon didn’t have to start off slow. The short-statured boy just walked right up between his mother’s calves, took a moment to find and finger his mom’s hot, wet entrance, then put his cockhead against that same spot and shoved in.
“Ooooh!” Sharon exclaimed. “There’s my energetic boy!”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Darryl breathed.
He grabbed two big handfuls of his mom’s broad ass and started fucking her fast and hard, his hips slapping against her generous backside.
“Oooh, yes, Darryl,” Sharon moaned. “Fuck Mommy hard, fuck her like you own her…”
Although Darryl’s cock had more girth than one would expect for a boy of eleven, its length was more or less average. Which meant that Darryl had only a short range of motion when it came to fucking—which the boy realized when he pulled back too far after a hard thrust.
“Whoops, I fell out,” Darryl panted. His cock being slick with his mom’s juices, he grabbed it firmly by the base so he could get it back into position.
“It’s all right sweetie,” Sharon replied rapidly, aching for her son to keep fucking her. “Just put it back in.”
Darryl grinned lustily. Then, quick as a wink, he adjusted his position upward and shoved his hard member into his mom’s little brown asshole.
“OH!” Sharon cried. Then, as her son began pumping her tight rear hole, she cried, “Darryl, you naughty, naughty boy!”
“I don’t hear you tellin’ me to stop!” Darryl gasped as he fucked her.
He definitely didn’t want to stop. The little ring of her hole was exquisitely tight, much more so than her pussy.
Sharon was in heaven as her son pounded her ass. The sudden anal penetration had been a shock, but a powerfully erotic one. Not only did Sharon love the feel of Darryl’s preteen cock in her tight rear hole, but she was thrilled that her boy was taking such a huge liberty with her body. So she fucked her big ass back against his hips as vigorously as he was shoving his cock into it.
Pete and Molly had been taking it slow, but seeing Darryl pound his mom so vigorously was getting them in the mood for more.
“Ready for a horsie ride, Molly?” Pete asked naughtily as his hands took hold of his daughter’s waist.
Molly raised her arms to the sky and shouted, “Giddyup!”
Pete started bouncing her up and down, and Molly used her legs to help him. She loved the way it felt to plunge down onto his lap and thus thrust his member way up inside her again and again and again.
She couldn’t believe how wonderfully depraved the situation had become. Not only was she bouncing happily on her own father’s cock, but as she did so, she had a full view of her little brother fucking their mother in the ass. Darryl was grinning breathlessly and grunting louder and louder while Sharon’s moans of pleasure grew into bellowing cries as she and her son fucked each other with increasing energy.
The sights and sounds made Molly bounce faster, fucking herself harder and deeper on her father’s thick member. Pete, who was gripping Molly’s waist and helping her move, was happy to pick up the pace, too, and in moments, Molly was moving up and down as fast as she and her father could possibly make her move. Now, she spoke in shouted monosyllables as her orgasm drew close.
“Oh-God-yes-Dad-please-don’t-stop-please-fuck-me-till-I-AAAAAAAAAH!”
“NNNNNGH!” Pete grunted as he fired his cum far up inside his little girl.
“HAAAAAAH!” Sharon shouted, and then her asshole was squeezing Darryl’s cock hard as she climaxed. Darryl, who was suddenly fucking the tightest hole he’d yet experienced, screamed “AAAAH!” and came along with his mother. Molly collapsed forward onto her father’s chest, and the man put his arms around her. Sharon lowered her whole body to the rug, and Darryl came down with her, lying on top of her and keeping his cock in her ass. Both of them were panting.
“Mom…” Darryl puffed, “can we…do that…all…the time?”
Sharon, panting even harder than her son, replied, “Yes…Darryl…all…the…time…”
Molly didn’t say anything; she just shifted her naked body slightly on top of her father’s, trying to stay as close to him as possible and to keep him inside her. Even now, immediately after her climax, that big cock buried deep in her small body felt wonderful.
“Dad,” she murmured, “please fuck me more. Fuck me every way there is.”
At some point during his college years, Pete and his roommate had flipped through a borrowed copy of the Kamasutra. Pete had been quite stoned at the time, but he remembered enough to know that “every way there is” was a very tall order.
But like Molly, Pete was definitely in the mood for more. So he rolled them both over, putting Molly on her back with her face nuzzling his chest and his cock still inside her.
“Tell you what, kiddo,” he said breathily. “Let’s try a couple of the greatest hits and then see how we feel.”
“Okay,” the girl answered, her tremulous voice a warm breath against his chest.
Sharon looked over and saw the way her husband and daughter had just begun fucking again, the man’s bare ass pumping slowly between his daughter’s slim, widely spread legs. Sharon had never thought it would excite her to see Pete have sex with someone else, let alone their thirteen-year-old daughter. But excite her it did, and it also gave her an idea.
“Darryl,” she said, “if you go wash off your cock, I’ll show you another fun way for us to fuck.”
“On it!” the boy answered. He pulled out of Sharon’s ass, leaped up, and bolted down the hall to the bathroom. Sharon scarcely had enough time to roll onto her back before the boy raced back into the bedroom, water dripping from his privates. She gave him a leering smile and spread her legs slowly and invitingly. “Why don’t you come get on top of me?” she said. “That way, you can do whatever you want with my breasts while you fuck me.”
It was Darryl’s opinion that his mother’s tits were second only to her ass in terms of awesomeness. So the idea of being up close and personal with her big mams and pumping her pussy at the same time made his dick get hard again in an instant.
“Yeah!” he replied.
He half-lay, half-jumped on top of her. Then, moments after he shoved his cock into her wet, wide-open pussy, he seized one of her thick nipples in her mouth and sucked it while his hips pumped between her thick thighs.
“Oh yes!” Sharon gasped. “That’s it, Darryl. Fuck me…suck me…use me…”
Molly lay on the bed with her eyes closed so that she could focus fully on all the sensations of this moment: the heat of her father’s chest radiating against her face, the touch of his masculine hips as they moved slowly up and down between her slim, smooth thighs, and most of all the length and girth and fleshy hardness and warmth of his cock moving slow and deep inside her.
“Daddy…” she moaned. “I love this…I love you fucking me…I love you, period…”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Pete breathed, “this is just perfect…I never knew…that sex with…my sweet, beautiful little girl…would feel so good…”
Darryl was fucking Sharon much faster now. Her body was so big and soft and delicious that he just wanted to ram her pussy hard so he could feel her flesh jiggle beneath him. And that nipple in his mouth was so good and hard that he couldn’t help but suck it good and hard, too.
“Yes, baby,” Sharon gasped. “Fuck Mommy, fuck Mommy’s cunt, fuck it hard, punish Mommy for being a slut…”
Darryl was happy to do just that. He went to the maximum, pounding his mom’s pussy like crazy.
In the back of her mind, Sharon knew Darryl’s boyish hipbones would leave bruises on her thick thighs from fucking her so hard, but she didn’t care. This was her deepest, most secret fantasy brought to life, and she wouldn’t stop living it for anything.
Pete, too, had picked up his pace, and Molly was loving it. She had spread her legs wider, encouraging her father to go deeper even as she thrust her hips up to meet his again and again. The effort this required and the intense pleasure it produced made Molly pant, gasp, and make little squeaks of delight. Only in between these sounds was she able to fit in a word or two. “Yes…ah!…Daddy…ohhh…fuck me…mmmm…harder…”
Pete wasn’t about to deny his little girl; he pumped her at full speed, grunting and panting. He could feel Molly’s eagerness in the way she moved with him and the way her young pussy gripped his cock.
“Mom,” Darryl gasped as he fucked her as fast as he could, “I’m…gonna…shoot…in you…any…second…”
“Yes…please…yes…Darryl…cum…inside me…yes…yes…YES!”
Sharon’s body seized with orgasm, and her love-tunnel squeezed her son’s cock so hard that Darryl couldn’t help but cry out “YAAAAH!” and shoot his load into her.
“Daddy…” Molly whimpered. “Daddy, I…AAAAAAH!”
“HYAAAH!” Pete shouted, shooting another substantial load into his daughter’s pussy.
Everyone took a long moment to get their breath back. Molly was the first to manage it.
“Dad,” she said, “wanna show me some more positions?”
With an eager smile, Pete replied, “I think I’ve got a few more rounds in me.”
Darryl looked at his mom just as eagerly and said, “And I want a few more rounds in you.”
Sharon chuckled lustily.
***
Some time later, Scratch floated out of his dollhouse. He yawned and stretched as he grew to his normal size.
“Oh, man, that was a great night’s sleep,” he said.
Scratch then realized that there was no one in Molly’s room to hear him. And it was odd that he had awakened on his own; most mornings, Scratch was dredged up from the depths of peaceful slumber by Molly’s painfully enthusiastic call. Before he’d met Molly, Scratch hadn’t known there was a human being alive who could be so excited about starting the day despite not having a drop of caffeine in her bloodstream.
He looked at the clock, and his eyes went from half open to wide open.
“Eleven fifteen?!” Scratch cried. “Molly never lets me sleep this late! Something must be going on!”
He flew down through Molly’s trap door and then through the floor of the upstairs hallway to reach the kitchen. Usually, he could find at least one McGee in there—but not right now, it seemed. There was no one in the living room, either. Yet when he looked out the window, the car was still in the driveway. So it seemed unlikely that they all had left.
He floated back up to the upstairs hallway and stopped there, listening. The only sound he could hear was the shower running in the master bathroom.
So Scratch turned invisible. He actually did this a lot more than he let on—mostly to avoid being dragged into, say, helping dust and vacuum the living room when all he really wanted to do was go into the kitchen and eat olives out of the jar.
Now imperceptible to the human eye, Scratch floated through the bedroom door and then into the bathroom. The shower was indeed running.
He didn’t dare just stick his face through the curtain. Instead, he plucked out one of his eyeballs and very cautiously extended it through the curtain. Pete, Sharon, Molly, and Darryl were all in the shower together, wet and naked. They were soaping one another up, and Darryl didn’t seem any more shy about lathering his mother’s breasts than Molly was about soaping her father’s balls.
Scratch clamped both hands over his mouth—accidentally swallowing his own eyeball—and shot straight up through the ceiling into Molly’s attic room. Only then did he release his hands from his mouth, shove his face into a pillow, and shout “Whaaaaaa!”
The cathartic screaming helped him collect himself a bit. He straightened up and reached into his stomach to retrieve his eye, which he shoved back into its socket. Then he began to float rapidly back and forth—the ghostly version of pacing.
“How is this happening?” Scratch asked himself, gripping his own head so hard that he would have torn his hair out if he’d had any. “Misty and Maxwell aren’t around, and I thought Molly and Darryl had gotten this out of their system. But they didn’t, and now their parents have it too! Whatever it is.”
He flew out of the house and headed downtown. He would need to eat a lot of dumpster-pizza before he could wrap his head around this.
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