The Mirrored Staircase - Episode 4

Novella Thursdays

LUCAS had counted three bends since they had crossed over the Georgia state line, unsure if any had been the one he remembered from his eighth grade field trip. His heart was racing as they turned off this third curve and onto the dirt road he had seen on Google maps.

Actually, the heart rates of all ten were exceedingly high as the dubbed “Mystery Machine” made its way down the bumpy unmarked path leading to what they believed to be Aunt Mama’s dark lair. Even Beth, with her snobbish attitude and hot body had put her guard down, not seeming to care that her and Lucas’ hips were now pressed against one anothers as all anticipated with bated breath what they would find at the end of the dirt road.

The van stopped about twenty yards from the house per Lucas’ instructions and all obeyed in silence when he told them to wait while he went on up to check things out. All except for Beth, who surprised him by innocently asking, “Can I come?”

They both got out, shut the sliding door behind them and headed up the balding path leading to the front porch. Half way there and Lucas received one of the greatest shocks of his life. A hand had reached out to grab his, its soft fingers interlacing with his own until it found the intimacy of palm to palm.

He looked from the sight he had never seen or felt before to Beth’s face, the smug expression he had only ever known her to have wiped clean and replaced with a smile that could have been found on a happy girlfriend. Could Jake have been right? Was he finally being admired for his brilliance? Or was she just like a little giddy girl overcome with excitement?

Amidst the joy of this first-time physical experience for Lucas Beth suddenly stopped in her tracks, causing him to do the same, her grip now tight around his hand. Almost instantly he found what had startled her. Now about five yards away, they could make out within the shaded far right side of the leanin’ porch the figure of an old black woman rocking in her rocking chair.

It’s ok, it doesn’t prove anything. Probably all part of the hoax.

A thought Lucas didn’t say aloud, as he didn’t want to ease the fear in Beth and possibly lose the closeness of her touch. He could see how scared she was, the redness in her face, lips slightly parted, quick little breaths escaping from between them as her lungs expanded her breasts up and down.

Fear: an adrenaline rush more intoxicating than any alcohol could provide, releasing the same kind of chemicals as one emits during sex, in turn creating an opportunity for attraction. Maybe this was going to be Lucas’ lucky break after all. Staring into her dilated eyes, he could envision fucking her right then and there. Put on a show and give the old black woman something special to peer at through her supposed iridescent witch eyes.

Where was this coming from?! Was Jake’s Neanderthal ways now beginning to rub off on him? Perhaps this was why his cousin was such a male whore. It seemed so clear now. This yearning, this lust. He wanted to rip Beth’s clothes off and drive deep into her against every mirror they had in that house!

Soon…

Meanwhile he’d inject her with some more fright, enjoying the delectable look of such across her face as it increased with his next move.

“Well, this is what we came here for, right?”

Giving her no time to respond Lucas then pulled her forward as he walked them towards the porch, his hormones metamorphosing from Omega to Alpha. Or so it had seemed for a moment before the two again found themselves shocked into a stand still, this time as a result of the front door jolting open.