But all good things
they must end
Sickles Chapter Four - Rated nothingspecialthere'snosex
"Gahd, I can't even believe this! How could they cancel the cahnvention; almost two thousand people were attending!" Molly drove furiously, rambling in a nasal tone.
"They said the guest speaker had a stroke Molly..." Calvert chided her quietly from the passengers seat, gazing in the direction of their mansion.
"Well, they couldn't at least bring in someone else? We paid good money to drive 250 miles for an empty stage!" She screeched, squealing the car into the driveway. "An' GAHD KNOWS what kind of wild things th' boys have been doing!" The car stopped abruptly, whipping the pair forward.
"I think you may be over reacting." He sighed and got out of the car. "Pickles may be prone to trouble but I'm confident Seth will keep him out of trouble."
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Pickles heard them driving up and detached himself from kissing Seth's neck passionately. He swore loudly as he saw his parents getting out of the car and shook Seth awake.
"SETH!!! They're back they're back oh fucking hell, they're back!!!"
"Hmuuhd ga? Pickles gho back ta bedd mm..." Seth rolled over.
"NO!! Fuckkit, wake up!! Mom an dad are back an you can't be in my bed mostly naked!!!" Pickles started to try and find clothes for him to wear that would pass for Seth's clothes.
"Wha? Mom...?" he paused, "WAIT, MOM?" He flew off the bed, successfully tripping onto the floor.
A true man of grace.
"Yeah fuckin mom and dad!!! Here wear this!!" Pickles tossed him a black muscle shirt and a pair of pants. "And don't blow it!!!"
"Worry bout yerself, shithead." Seth fumbled into the jeans, scrambling into his room to rip off the befouled sheets.
"Booooys! We're home early!" Molly's pinched voice rang up the stairs.
Pickles raced downstairs, teasing up his hair as best he could and smiled from the bottom step.
"Hi mom! Hi dad! Uh, why ya home so early?" Molly eyed his hair, a line forming by her mouth.
"Cahnvention people bottomed out on us. Where's Seth?" She walked passed him, heels click-clacking on the marble steps. "SETH?"
Said teen shoved the peeled the sheets off his bed, kicking porn underneath it as he went. Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, he thought. Pickles winced as she started to walk up the stairs and headed her off. He flashed a charming smile.
"Oh I think he's uh, sleeping still. He said he stayed up pretty late last night reading. I wouldn't want to disturb him. Tell me more about this cahnvention!" Pickles grabbed her arm and started back down the stairs.
"Guest speaker had a stroke, is all," Molly answered distractedly. Seth flew down to the stair landing, face flushed. "
He die?"
"No, no, none of that. Did you two get along while we were gone?" Molly moved away from them; she was content with Seth's arrival. Pickles breathed easier then and let go of his mother's arm. He shot Seth a look, saying "what the hell, man??"
"Uh yeah... minimal fighting."
"Well that's good. You boys are always at each other's necks. It's good to see you two are becoming more friendly." Calvert nodded proudly and went back to the car to get the luggage from the trunk.
"Aw, yeah, heh. S'all fine, y'know." Seth shrugged, moving to stand by Pickles as their mother migrated to the kitchen.
"Don' even suspect a thing," Seth whispered, giving Pickles a dirty smile.
"How," Pickles whispered back, "Can you possibly be enjoying this??" He was already very stressed out from his mother almost catching them and thought she may even be suspicious of them, by the way she looked at his hair. He knew she didn't approve of the glam hair, but she never really looked at it like that.
"How can I fuck my brother?" Seth shot back, roughly rubbing Pickles' head.
"Ah! Cut it out!" Pickles hissed back, fighting Seth's arms. They got into a nasty slapping fight until Calvert walked by with about 50 pounds of luggage per arm.
"Be nice, you two." He scolded and moved up the stairs to his and Molly's bedroom.
"Will do," Seth said, "Right, Pickles?" Noogie noogie noogie.
"Yeah yeah, gerroffa me!" Pickles managed to get his head out from Seth's grasp and narrowed his eyes before going into the kitchen to get food. He hadn't eaten all day and he'd had sex twice. Pickles was lucky he didn't pass out from starvation. Seth cocked his head, watching the sway of Pickles' hips.
Oh yeah. Things were gonna get better.
Sickles Chapter Four - Rated nothingspecialthere'snosex
"Gahd, I can't even believe this! How could they cancel the cahnvention; almost two thousand people were attending!" Molly drove furiously, rambling in a nasal tone.
"They said the guest speaker had a stroke Molly..." Calvert chided her quietly from the passengers seat, gazing in the direction of their mansion.
"Well, they couldn't at least bring in someone else? We paid good money to drive 250 miles for an empty stage!" She screeched, squealing the car into the driveway. "An' GAHD KNOWS what kind of wild things th' boys have been doing!" The car stopped abruptly, whipping the pair forward.
"I think you may be over reacting." He sighed and got out of the car. "Pickles may be prone to trouble but I'm confident Seth will keep him out of trouble."
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Pickles heard them driving up and detached himself from kissing Seth's neck passionately. He swore loudly as he saw his parents getting out of the car and shook Seth awake.
"SETH!!! They're back they're back oh fucking hell, they're back!!!"
"Hmuuhd ga? Pickles gho back ta bedd mm..." Seth rolled over.
"NO!! Fuckkit, wake up!! Mom an dad are back an you can't be in my bed mostly naked!!!" Pickles started to try and find clothes for him to wear that would pass for Seth's clothes.
"Wha? Mom...?" he paused, "WAIT, MOM?" He flew off the bed, successfully tripping onto the floor.
A true man of grace.
"Yeah fuckin mom and dad!!! Here wear this!!" Pickles tossed him a black muscle shirt and a pair of pants. "And don't blow it!!!"
"Worry bout yerself, shithead." Seth fumbled into the jeans, scrambling into his room to rip off the befouled sheets.
"Booooys! We're home early!" Molly's pinched voice rang up the stairs.
Pickles raced downstairs, teasing up his hair as best he could and smiled from the bottom step.
"Hi mom! Hi dad! Uh, why ya home so early?" Molly eyed his hair, a line forming by her mouth.
"Cahnvention people bottomed out on us. Where's Seth?" She walked passed him, heels click-clacking on the marble steps. "SETH?"
Said teen shoved the peeled the sheets off his bed, kicking porn underneath it as he went. Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, he thought. Pickles winced as she started to walk up the stairs and headed her off. He flashed a charming smile.
"Oh I think he's uh, sleeping still. He said he stayed up pretty late last night reading. I wouldn't want to disturb him. Tell me more about this cahnvention!" Pickles grabbed her arm and started back down the stairs.
"Guest speaker had a stroke, is all," Molly answered distractedly. Seth flew down to the stair landing, face flushed. "
He die?"
"No, no, none of that. Did you two get along while we were gone?" Molly moved away from them; she was content with Seth's arrival. Pickles breathed easier then and let go of his mother's arm. He shot Seth a look, saying "what the hell, man??"
"Uh yeah... minimal fighting."
"Well that's good. You boys are always at each other's necks. It's good to see you two are becoming more friendly." Calvert nodded proudly and went back to the car to get the luggage from the trunk.
"Aw, yeah, heh. S'all fine, y'know." Seth shrugged, moving to stand by Pickles as their mother migrated to the kitchen.
"Don' even suspect a thing," Seth whispered, giving Pickles a dirty smile.
"How," Pickles whispered back, "Can you possibly be enjoying this??" He was already very stressed out from his mother almost catching them and thought she may even be suspicious of them, by the way she looked at his hair. He knew she didn't approve of the glam hair, but she never really looked at it like that.
"How can I fuck my brother?" Seth shot back, roughly rubbing Pickles' head.
"Ah! Cut it out!" Pickles hissed back, fighting Seth's arms. They got into a nasty slapping fight until Calvert walked by with about 50 pounds of luggage per arm.
"Be nice, you two." He scolded and moved up the stairs to his and Molly's bedroom.
"Will do," Seth said, "Right, Pickles?" Noogie noogie noogie.
"Yeah yeah, gerroffa me!" Pickles managed to get his head out from Seth's grasp and narrowed his eyes before going into the kitchen to get food. He hadn't eaten all day and he'd had sex twice. Pickles was lucky he didn't pass out from starvation. Seth cocked his head, watching the sway of Pickles' hips.
Oh yeah. Things were gonna get better.