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The Long Weekend 2	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Weekenders, The Views: 1798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Home is where the heart is"

But when you have no home, no little place to call your own, you call into question if you even still have one. Or maybe it's locked behind the gated community of your ribcage - no one allowed to see it. Maybe that's why he had to come back here. To show Lor what was inside - so maybe she'd offer all amends in hopes of saving me

Passing the threshold of the barn, Gordon thought back to when he was younger, as he approached something nearer to the rolling hills.

In the yard, there was an ashen grey tree. Even amongst the tallest grass, the bark stood high, but its branches drooped low like hanging moss, touching the stalks like hands reaching -- but when that gust would come up over the horizon, it would jump to life, thrashing about - almost as if in anger - with whips strong enough to leave painful welts.

I knew that feeling

The gale had become a real howler. What I thought was the wendigo, as the natives told, delivered a fierce blow. Like a slash across my face.

I went and got the family axe.

I stood firm, brandishing it - as if there was something for it to fear. Or for myself.

I swung it high, then brought it down to the base. Then gasped at what I saw. My knees nestled together, before they buckled completely as I watched it pump and christen the land

It had started to bleed.

Where natures wooden plate sat, he turned away from where he first exhumed the stump in his dreams back to his home. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew Lor had found her way out. Lor, unaccustomed to dresses like the one she had been placed in, seemed to stumble in the wind, her hands at her sides trying to push it back down. It was wool white and seemed to drape her in ruffles. It was quite big on her.

Gordon smiled at her.

He just smiled.

He imagined the way she reacted. Lor would awake with a start, as if finally just landing from her falling dream. She would scamper up suddenly at the mouldy feeling beneath her - knowing it wasn't her own bed. Her wide eyes panning across the room filled with drawers and empty book cases. Lor wouldn't second guess that she had been kidnapped, but by whom? Some super villain? Maybe she wouldn't think he had done it, or maybe she'd know it wasn't a coincidence that he had arrived and then she suddenly was plucked up and placed somewhere strange.

He almost started laughing, because he could feel the tears about to start, the ideas of what she would do to him beginning to frolic in his mind.

He hoped he could explain.

She had just asked him his name out there. He appreciated the silence. No screaming, no bargaining. Just a reconfirmation of who he was - one he was happy to give her. He suggested they go back inside, and as they walked, Lor still had some questions, wind still blowing both her hair and his mane; a strand of it meeting the corner of her lip as she spoke.

"Was this your plan all along?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" He was sheepish. "Spur of the moment kind of thing."

"I thought your family sold this place..."

"We..." The e extended. "Never sold the farm... family just abandoned it."

"What happened then?"

"Dad didn't have many kids. Just me, actually. So when it came to helping around the place it was mostly him. Sometimes me. A hired hand or two every season. Then... he got injured. Something with his hip. He hired a third that year, but the numbers didn't add up. Least..." He looked down to the grass. "That's what I figured out from listening in on my parents. Mom and dad were desperate for a home and any family that could put up with us."

"So why'd you say your family sold it?"

"I thought..." He repeated himself. "It would make me sound like my family was rich. That it would impress you."

"You think I'd only like you because you were rich or something?"

"I don't know, Lor. I was new in town, and I knew Cali's reputation. I was some bumblefuck from god knows where and any reason to get kids to like me was good enough reason to lie."

"But... oh-" She clutched her stomach and collapsed. "I feel... weak..."

"Are you hungry? I got somethin' nice for us inside." He wondered if it was the smell that woke her, as he went to pick her up.

Lor refused his hand. "Wait. What about my medicine?" He didn't have an answer. Or at least one fast enough for her. "What about doctors? Dentists? God, did you even think about this? I need that medicine to be me." She pounded her chest, a move that made him more nervous and worried.

He imagined his teeth falling from his face. "I took what you had already. I could... I could steal what you need." He would have said anything to calm her... he would have done anything.

"Those perscriptions are complicated... but..." She struggled with herself. "Alright. I just wish you would have told me about this and we could have planned this. I could have had another dosage of HRT given to me."

The sadness of the reality of it all laced his voice. "No no... it works better this way... if anything happens... you're the victim in all this."

"I'm tired of being the victim, Gord. If there was blood on your hand... I'd still hold it."

"God you're perfect." He brushed away some hair at the side of her head and gave her a smooch. "Maybe God made you this way... as a test. I think you passed."

Despite his best efforts, Lor wasn't comforted.

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"Lor, eat."

A slight glare his way.

"If you hate it here so much, why not leave?" Gordon had thought about it as he tore some meat from the pig - one stolen from a neighbouring farm. If she really wanted to go, she could just use her trump card that she had been holding back in reserve. "Y'know you never told me what your powers were." His question no longer implied, as he chewed some gristle.

She was about to start, her hand at the side of her face as she laughed whatever she was thinking off, before turning serious. "Do you ever dream about things that happened to you, but they hadn't happened?" Her hand moved away from her face and hair. "Deja vu. I dreamt of you taking me away in your arms." She turned her chin up and away from him. "I also dreamt of you doing other things -- things I tried to prevent... but like a total idiot, I just lied to myself that I could."

Gordon dropped his meat, as he cinched himself up the table, boring a hole through her.

"I can see the future, Gordon." Her eyes met with his. "In my usual dreams... I see horrible things. I report that to the others and they figure out what to do. Not everything I did was an accident. I knew you were following me that one night, and there's a reason I password protected my computer... but I denied my visions for so long -- because I never thought you'd be worse than my father."

Her eyes looked like glass, but Gordon cared little, as he would have overturned the table, but instincts told him that he didn't have to go through it to get to her, instead, he flew like a sonic boom over to Lor, already in her face, leaning in close. "How can you fucking say that? I'm not like your father! I never encouraged anybody to rape you back to normal!" He grabbed at her arm rests. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

She tried to stand up to face him, but was blocked back down. "Rape is worse than murder to you!?"

He ate his words, as he physically revolted within himself, letting her free. "When it's you Lor! When it's you!" He slumped midair. "I love you too much..." Despite that, her comment ate away at him. He snatched her hand into his, as trembled with a terrible rage -- the kind he felt for Lor's father -- making his steps known, with Lor close by as she went willingly. As he made his way through the darkened hallway to the large door frame that rested there, Gordon pulled with a stub, as wood scraped horribly and with a final yank, beaming light poured in - like something radioactive, blinding him momentarily as he stepped aside, he turned to Lor who was trying her best to shield the light, as the interior of the house behind her shone brightly with all the dust and cobwebs; her dress nearly see through.

"If I'm like your father... you can leave, Lor. I'll fly you home, but just know that you won't ever see me again. I can't go back... not after what I did. And you know what I did."

He watched as she stepped out, the wind of the outside giving her the cold shoulder, her dress flapping once again. He had to look away.

"HNH" Lor grunted as Gordon jumped from the door as Lor moved it closed, like she were rolling a boulder back in place. He just used his raised hand above her head, helping her slightly as his palm met the oak. As it clicked shut, Lor turned to him, a rarely seen grimness betraying her eyes. "That's no choice at all."

Quickly, they embraced. "Then stay with me... forever..." His voice was low to the ground as it reverberated like a command. They had kissed before - but nothing like this. Nothing as desperate. The only thing that came close was that kiss on the roof two years ago -- but this... this was the game changer. He felt like he could walk to hell and back, and she'd be at his side. She was his, and he was hers. It was like a true pair bonding, or pure symbosis of two people that needed eachother more than they needed sanity or stability in their lives. A declaration that they would never be apart.

Let this be our elegy...

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A stick scraped a dusty box - fire spurned, as lit kindling from old newspapers sparked and burned, he placed it underneath logs that smoked out match made fogs.

He watched the element dance, almost reluctant to stop himself; their futures somewhere in it. He shuttered the tempered glass on it and eventually raised, looking back. Lor was sprawled out for him in that vanilla sun dress, posing like a model, knowing her role in their sexual play. As Gordon gazed beyond her outstretching white sea, there was something inside her that he couldn't explain - a sense of loyalty only she could possess, yet couldn't pinpoint the origin of. As he approached, almost like she had been trained to, she rolled onto her tummy, her dress fwoofing about along with her. His hand ruffled with the hem, applying a claw like grip, before flipping it up. Lor's cock was bent backwards, pressed into the hardwood floor. To Gordon, it looked kind of painful -- but he was sure there was a reason for it - but her untanned ass was still inviting, in fact, all of Lor was.

His skeleton hooks pressed to the back of her knee, which ran up her chalky, hairless thigh, tracing up to its destination. "Lorraine..." Her name left him breathless, hanging onto every bit of it, as he massaged his finger into her pucker, causing moans from her like it was her god given pussy. "Waldgrave..." This came out below a whisper while injecting his digit into her warm depths. His finger swirled around as much as it could in her still narrow orifice, feeling the ribbed ridges of her insides while trying to expand her opening for himself, intruding and retracting his pointer like he was aiming at a button that he was too afraid to touch.

As she tightened around him, making it almost impossible for him to get it out again, he could barely keep himself at bay, wanting to rip it out like a bandage and start. Instead, he massaged her lower back. She finally relented with a silent gasp of her hole and a small noise from her throat; his finger now filmy; he knew it was time. He mounted her, his body pressing against hers in a way that it physically told her that there was no escape from here on. His teeth clamped on her ear like a cow tag. "You're mine. Remember that."

She mewled under the teething pressure. "Oh god, I love you." Which was said in more of a plea, as he had bit too long, breaching her tolerance for pain, and she tried to shirk away, but he kept on biting. It was not until she delivered several meek little 'ow's' as well as her shoulder blade pitching into him that he finally let go. That's when he wanted to remind her that there were much worse things to experience.

He forced himself into her. She whined out, but met his thrust with her hips and ass bending back into him, allowing him to get a few good humps in. Then she blindsided him. "Am I a good girl, daddy?" His jaw hung for a moment before he clasped his hand onto the nape of her neck, guiding her back to his face. Lor almost nearly shuddered away at his touch as if on instinct, but eventually complied.

Seeing her fearful yet excited features up close really got him going. "The best..." Starting from her chin, he licked up her face, grazing her lips, nose and part of her eye, then he pushed her away, continuing his ceaseless rutting.

He kissed her back over and over, just below where her hair stopped and where the sun dress started, as he rolled her scalp, creasing it backwards, looking almost like she didn't have hair, before letting it fall back into place. "You like daddies cock deep in your ass, dontchya?"

"Uh huh..." Lor agreed with a nod. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears admitting it. Lor then offered beggings and pleadings for him to stop, but he knew they were false, her voice rising in anticipation of her own relief as well as his release into her bowels. "Daddy stop... daddy get off me.... daddy please!" As if he were doing push ups, he fucked Lor like this, and she couldn't help but squeal everytime he came down, nails and fingers flexing as if trying to get away, but he knew that she was doing anything but. No longer needing to be quiet, he yelled with impassioned fury, shouting her name or cursing as he came inside her, becoming a collapsed heap and bottoming out in her as Gordon planted his sweaty head on his forearm which was resting flat on top of her. As both his body and need for her shrunk, he left her as is to let Lor enjoy her earned splendor.

He stood over her, feeling taller and like he had hair in places he never did before, light billowing from between his power stance, a thumb in his belt line. She had cum... cum hard, squirting the floor. It looked like her penis - red and erupting white lava - was trying to leak even more and turn it into a puddle as she understatedly bounced herself up and down as if trying to milk herself further, his seed now pouring from her and joining the rest.

Gordon just told her to clean it up.

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He sat in a swinging bench that he pressed into the wall of the porch, looking over the four white columns that connected to the over hanging roof, now covered in wood rot that they had become heavily poc marked, as bits and pieces easily became picked at like scabs. One in particular he remembered way back was big and crunchy, almost like a potato chip, except with twiny bits sticking out. If he was younger then, he was sure he would have eaten it, instead, he was sucking down a bottle that came from a case of stolen water he took from two states over, overlooking still dead grass where the satellite used to be, thinking about whether or not the well was stagnant, or even what that meant.

A quaint creak came from the meshed screen door to his immediate right.

"Hi."

"Hi."

There was a dreadfully long and muted moment between them. "I'm sorry I ruined your jacket." His hand went off somewhere in the general direction of the house, as if pointing to it. "I just ruin jackets I like, apparently. I ruin a lot of things."

She slowly sat beside him, her weight not shifting the seat at all under his. "I'm glad you liked it." She seemed demure... a lot more quiet in her acknowledgment. Maybe she was scared of him now but couldn't admit it... she didn't need to be that way. He loved Lor and nothing would change that.

Or maybe she was slowly grasping the situation he had pulled her into...

"Funny thing -- even if I did everything right, I never thought of how I'd explain to you that I beat up your dad that night." He sat down his drink before finally looking her way with a squinty, half hearted smirk. "Guess you woulda known anyway."

"You're an idiot." She pecked his face, their hands interlocking, as he squeezed for any support he could find, appreciating it doubly so considering she never liked to hold hands much.

He remembered when his mom and dad would sit in this sometimes as he would play. He remembered when he wanted to sit in it and had to have his dad help him up. He remembered when he was first old enough to sit in it by himself without any help, his legs not long enough to touch the floorboards.

Now he was here

Something about his mom and dad did jog his memory - and he hoped it was still here. He pointed for Lor to sit as he went inside.

Emerging with an old guitar, he presented it to her, before walking down a step, and leaning on a wooden railing in front of her, as she craned her hand up the neck. She gave it a strum, then went to tune one of the chords, her tongue cutely sticking out of the corner of her mouth as some were more taut than others.

"Home... hooooome on the raaaange..."

"Where the deeeeer and the antelope plaaaay"

He didn't care about the song - but he could watch her play all night long

And I feel fine

I feel alright

I feel alright

I feel alright...
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