"Fuck!"
I explode in my hand, letting my cum spill over my palm as I stroke myself through it, my breathing ragged. I squeezed my eyes shut so damn hard that as the bliss of that orgasm ebbs away, I realize my skull fucking hurts. The vein over my temple is throbbing from coming too hard, so I keep my eyes closed a minute longer, waiting for it to ease.
When it does, I open my eyes slowly and jump, my cum-coated hand out like I can fend off whatever the fuck I just saw in the mirror.
But when I turn, there's no one.
I'm alone in the bathroom, the shower still filling with steam from the hot water.
It takes a moment to calm the rapid beating of my heart before I gather the courage to look back at the mirror.
There's no one looking back at me except for me.
But for a moment there, I would swear there was someone behind me... someone watching me.
Someone dressed as a scarecrow.
It's fucking ridiculous, and I know it. I need coffee or an energy drink. We were out too late last night, and I didn't sleep well. I'm just on edge from the fucking crow.
Realization comes back to me, and I look down to find my dick coated in blood and cum.
Fuck, that's vile.
When I make it downstairs, Dad's at the table eating bacon as Sophie tells him a story about this boy at school who put a frog in the teacher's desk. Sadie is painting mom's face, her tongue poking out between her teeth as she focuses on getting the lines just right. When I get a look at mom, my stomach nearly bottoms out.
"Oh, Easton!" She says excitedly. "I thought you were gonna sleep forever. I didn't hear you come in last night."
That's code for 'you were out late'.
Sadie and I still live at home because the economy is trash, and that comes with rules, but they know better than to try and give us a curfew of any kind.
"Was with the guys." I tell her softly, kissing the top of her head. She smells like White Rain, and I wonder if she wore extra hairspray today to keep her hair out of her makeup. It's going to be covered by the hat on the table, I'm sure.
"Scarecrow, huh?" I muse, slinking into the vacant seat and taking the bacon my little sister didn't yet steal from me. She smirks at me when I catch her eye, knowing she's guilty.
She's lucky she's so damn cute.
"Oh, you like it?" Mom laughs. "We're all dressing up at work."
"Work?" I laugh. "It's a Saturday."
"Mm." She agrees, unable to speak as my sister lines her lips with a little pencil. Sadie's two years older than me, just about to graduate, and she's obsessed with what she does. She's also good at it. I forgot about the prosthetic wound she gave me last night and had a hell of a time getting it off in the shower. "But we have a booth at the Hollow Night Festival, and Tammy and I are doing a Wizard of Oz theme."
"Cute." I murmur, drowning the lie with a sip of the orange juice Mom left out for me.
Dad sighs at his phone before hanging his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Sophie asks, clearly concerned by his sudden shift in demeanor.
"Nothing, pumpkin." He sighs again, but when he picks his head up, he manages a smile for my sister. "Just work stuff."
I look down at my own phone, finally acknowledging the notifications I didn't pay attention to earlier. And now that I do, I see I've got a lot of them. Calls, texts, a few snaps. I know what those are, so I navigate to them first, angling my phone away from my family as I admire my girlfriend's tits in the topless selfies she sent me. They get progressively dirtier, culminating in her with the camera set up between her thighs and something thick and long in her hand. I watch as she plunges it inside ofherself, but my attraction turns to disgust when I see what she's fucking herself with.
A fucking corn cob.
The video closes when I drop my phone, drawing everyone's attention. It’ll be a miracle if I don’t break this thing from dropping it.
"You okay?" Sadie laughs.
