Love Bites

Cory knew Kayla was probably right but even though he was attracted to Annabelle, he couldn’t stop thinking about Lily.

He wandered around for a while, coming to a stop in front of Lily’s house. It wasn’t intentional, but since his thoughts were on her, his subconscious must have led him there. He went up to the door and looked into the window. The lights were off, and nothing was out of place.

He pulled out the hidden spare key and let himself in, standing in the foyer so his eyes could adjust to the darkness.

Lily’s mail was piled behind the door and had been pushed aside when he opened the door.

After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he closed the door and walked through the house looking for Lily. He didn’t really expect to find her, but he was hoping.

Going through the house, he ended in her bedroom. She wasn’t there. Laying down on her bed, hugging her pillow, smelling it – trying to smell her. He could smell her shampoo still on it. Hints of citrus and jasmine.

He laid the pillow down and stood back up and walked to her dresser and started opening drawers. When he got to her underwear drawer, he started to close it, he heard a little voice – Lily’s voice – in his head call him a chicken. He could hear her tell him that he might be a chicken to touch them when she was wearing them, but to be a chicken to touch them in a drawer, that was truly sad.

Reaching into the drawer, he let his hand move through the nylon, silk, satin, and lacy clothing, wishing that each contained a part of Lily.

Depressing himself, he closed the drawer and went back out to the front of the house. He was going to leave when he remembered one other place to check. A place that Lily always stopped him from going.

He walked back to the kitchen and opened the door to the basement. Flipping the light switch, he was almost expecting it not to work as Lily first told him, but several lights came on, lighting up the stairs and basement.

Cory hesitated, but had to find out, so he started down the steps. Bending so he could see what was down there as soon as he could, the basement started to open up to him.

It was your typical basement, he thought, some boxes stacked here and there, a water heater, and a furnace. A little further down, he saw the coffin that Lily told him was down here. It was on some sort of table or platform that held it off the floor about three or four feet high.

The wood was a dark brown, almost black and in the middle and corners it was intricately carved, although for this distance Cory couldn’t make out what it depicted.

It was closed.

Cory slowly walked over to it and looked more closely around the sides and corners. It looked vaguely like scenes out of Dante’s Inferno or some similarly macabre tale.

Cory let out a small shudder. He was afraid to open it, but he knew he had to find out. Getting a grip on the head section, he lifted it, wanting to close his eyes but not doing so.

Hefting it up, he hoped, yet dreaded that he might find Lily inside of it. Instead, he saw it was empty; the soft pink satin lining and a pillow looking a little aged but still in very good shape.

Both a little glad and disappointed he closed the lid.

He returned back upstairs, turned off the basement lights, and left the house, closing and locking it back up. Returning the key where he found it, he walked home thinking he would ask Blaine to give him a ride to Lily’s other place to check on it as well, sometime soon.

Walking home, he went inside, locked up, went upstairs and Kayla called to him as he walked past her door.

“Good walk?” she asked.

“Ended up at Lily’s. Went in and she wasn’t there.”

“Did you really expect her to be?”

He just shook his head.

“Hang out with Annabelle. Maybe she’ll be able to make you… well, not forget Lily, but at least help you move on.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready. To move on, I mean.”

“Well fine. Then just ogle her hot body then. Go dream about her, you have my permission,” she said grinning.

“Goodnight,” he said leaving and walking to his own room.

It was a warm August night, so Cory undressed and put on a pair of shorts and pulled his comforter down since it was too hot to sleep under it. His windows were open to let in what little breeze there was in, which wasn’t much.

He turned off his lights and got under his sheet and went to sleep.

“Cory?” came a voice. It was a sweet, musical voice.

Opening his eyes, he saw a tank top and shorts, glowing by the light of his fish tank. “I didn’t hear any thunder Kayla,” he said, pulling back the sheet to allow her to get in beside him.

She slid into the bed next to him and he pulled the sheet back up.

He put his hand over her like he always did and felt something silky. “New clothes? Silky,” he said.

“Naw, just for you,” came the reply.

Cory realized his hand was over the curve of a back, rather than the firm ab muscles of his sister. “Wrong direction Kay,” he said.

“No, it isn’t,” the reply said as a hand stroked up his thigh and over his shorts. At the top of his shorts, the hand slid down inside.

“Um, sis, what the hell are you doing?” He opened his eyes again and saw the light reflecting off short, blond hair.

The hand found what it sought as a thumb ran down its length. In the dim light provided by his fish tank, colors weren’t vibrant, but he thought he recognized violet eyes.

“I want you to touch me Cory,” said the southern drawl. If he remembered this dream, his sister was in for it.

The hand caressing him had him aroused quickly and the other took his hand slid the hand on her side, upwards, dragging both his hand and the fabric up together. At the curve of her breast, the hand moved his around until it was over the soft flesh with the puckered and erect nipple.

Almost instinctively, he gently squeezed and was rewarded with a light moan. The hand caressing him pushed him onto his back and pulled him out of his shorts.

His vision dimmed as the short blond hair moved between him and the light of the fish tank and those violet eyes next to him and a pair of soft lips brushed his.

He thought it was strange that in his dream her breath would smell like bubblegum.

The lips brushed against his again and he decided to kiss her back. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into his mouth, their tongues flicking back and forth between mouths.

His hand squeezed her breast and fingers teased and pulled on the nipple as her hand quickened its pace. He felt satiny cloth against his leg as it began to undulate against his thigh.

The kissing increased in its fervor as did the speed and intensity of her stroke. Cory’s hand was moving, caressing, , kneading, pinching, and tweaking, which in turn caused her to quicken the pace and pressure against his thigh.

Feeling the impending release coming, Cory managed between kisses to say, “I’m… about to…” and the reply was, “Me… too.”

Cory tensed, then stiffened as he reached orgasm, and at the same time, with a final thrust against his thigh, Annabelle gripped him tightly and shuddered against him with the quiet moan of her own orgasm.

Cory lay there spent as Annabelle kissed him softly and said, “Did I take your mind off Lily? I hope so. Sweet dreams.”