Dusk Country Blues: Part IV

Chapters VIII & IX

VIII

I woke to the sound of wet flesh slapping together. My dick already wet and hard from the dreams I had of Elsa. Of her mouth on me, of mine on her. Of me filling her up, falling into her, and being consumed by her. Of a thousand fireflies swarming round me, landing on my thin, threadbare flesh, and lifting me up into the air.

I slid off the couch and saw the faint glow of fireflies coming from the open door of the room Abe and I shared. I approached slowly, their grunting and moaning drawing me in.

I saw her face on my bed. Pained but pleased by it. Her lips made no sound, but they formed the word Fuck. She opened her eyes and saw me. She stared right at me, her expression unchanged. The rocking back and forth while my brother fucked her, the pleasant pain of having him inside her. His hands held onto her antlers.

I pushed the door open slightly wider and saw the way her breasts bounced back and forth. The sweat coating her like a second skin. The pulsing of a vein in her neck. She bit her lip, still staring at me with hooded eyes.

She pushed Abe away and turned around, so she was on all fours. Swinging her hair away from me, she kept staring. I saw Abe’s hand take her long hair and wrap it round his hand. With his other hand he grabbed an antler. While he thrust inside her, he pulled her head back and stuck an antler branch in his mouth. He sucked on it while he fucked her, while she stared at me, while the fireflies lit the room.

I was so hard I undid my pants, let them fall to the floor. I masturbated while she watched me watching her get fucked by my brother. Her eyes. Wide with pleasure. Her breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts, and I fell into that tempo. I could almost feel her through his skin, felt her pussy gripping me.

She pulled away and climbed on top of him. His feet hung off the side of the bed towards the door and she stared over her shoulder at me while she bounced on top of him. In the faint glow of the fireflies, I saw her lips grip him, felt like it was me. Watched her hips roll, saw her asshole winking at me. So close to climax, I slowed down.

Abe rolled her over, so he was on top again. He held onto her antlers while he grunted. She stared at me. He pulled out and stood. She dropped to her knees in front of him and he came on her antlers. Then he grabbed them, licked them clean.

I kept masturbating and she kept staring at me while my brother collapsed into bed. She turned her body towards me and spread her legs. She stuck two fingers inside herself and I came so hard. My vision funneled, and I felt like I was going to shit myself. It gushed from me in long hot ropes. Coming from deep in my bowels. I came so hard my ejaculate almost reached where she sat.

She crawled towards me then, crawling over my discarded semen. I kept stroking myself, my eyes locked with hers, begging for her mouth, her body. When she reached the door, she closed it.

I stood there, my dick in my hand in the deepest of nights. I don’t know how long I stood waiting. Walking outside, I masturbated quietly into the night. Tears shook my shoulders and when I slept I dreamt of her eyes. Her tongue. Her touch. I woke with pants wet with come.

IX

Everyone brought their beetles to the black meadow before the silos where a metal box sat. The seat of the tournament. A dozen beetles fought that day, many of them from Harrison’s brood, but the final was between Tommy’s Sunny and Chantelle and Lyla’s Skullkid.

Everyone was smiling and cheering and clapping hands together. Abe and Elsa were elsewhere, uncaring and indifferent to the beetle wars that gave meaning to the rest of our lives.

Chantelle and Lyla mewed to Skullkid in their hands and Tommy scratched at the deep acne scars in his cheeks. His red hair reminding me of the color that should have been everywhere but was instead nowhere.

When they set their beetles down on the metal box, everyone went quiet.

The silent factories loomed over us as the sun cast their thick shadows long over all us gathered. The shadow so cold that we shivered in our dirty, threadbare clothes.

Skullkid made the first move. Much smaller than Sunny but swifter too, he slid beneath Sunny’s massive tusks. Chantelle and Lyla cheered and the rest of us held our breaths.

Skullkid reared up, lifting Sunny on one side. All three of her legs lifted and Tommy screamed and we still held our breath until Sunny rolled over onto her back.

A single breath in dozens of lungs escaped as a cheer and Tommy fell to his knees and the first dead cross hit the ground with a dull thud. We screamed and lurched away and when we raised our eyes to the sky, a hundred crows fell, battering the earth and spreading black eyes and busted teeth, mouths spilling with blood.

We ate them all as a feast and no one asked where they came from or why they all died at once.