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You couldn't really say when it happened or why but all you knew was you have it bad for Otis Driftwood. You watch him through your sunglasses as you and Baby sit on the porch drinking ice cold lemonade that Mama had made y'all with your lunch. Otis is at the end of the yard with Tiny. He's attempting to teach Tiny how to shoot a hunting rifle. The sound of gun fire permeates the air ever so often but you have been an inseparable friend to Baby and the Firefly family since you could barely walk and it was just another day in the neighborhood...

If you ever regretfully find yourself caught in the snare of Otis Driftwood, you would hardly recognize the sadistic serial killer when he is with his family. Even though you could hear him yelling and berating Tiny, he would never hit him. Never even got rough with him. That's how he is with the family. All bark, no bite...unless you are Spaulding or Grandpa. But up until recently, you have always viewed him as an older brother. He taught you to shoot, hunt, do drugs, drink… homicide. But he left when you were young. On his calling. His pilgrimage. Whatever the fuck he calls it.

More shots from the end of the yard...

Baby, "How much longer is that shit gonna go on for?"

You, "I'm surprised they're still at it."

Baby yawns. She sets her empty cup on the table between your chairs and declares she is going to take a nap. She leaves you alone with the rest of your own lemonade. The condensation feels amazing in the Texas afternoon heat. You hold your cup against your sweaty forehead. You don't know how Baby could nap at a time like this... it was brutally hot out.

A shadow looms over you. It's Tiny. You smile at him. He's dressed in basketball shorts, a very large men's tank top and red sneakers. It looks like an incredibly normal outfit on an extremely unique man. You always smile at Tiny. Tiny smiles back and motions to your cup of lemonade.

You, "In the kitchen with Mama..."

Tiny moves by you. Before he passes, you nonchalantly hold up your hand… Tiny gives you a high five and disappears into the house. Otis is still at the end of the yard. He's firing off the extra rounds, hitting every single target... and two birds. Even though the big tree he is under provides more than adequate shade, the practically albino man is covered head to toe. Tan button up cowboy shirt, open, with a white tee under it...jeans, boots, cowboy hat. His hair which normally hangs around his face like a bleached curtain is tied in a knot. You couldn't see them but you knew his fiery red eyes are maliciously trained on every object. Jesus, he's fucking hot. You shift uncomfortably in your chair. Your sweaty thighs tighten against that growing warmth.

The sun is starting to hit that side of the porch. It's just too fucking hot out. You stand up and stretch. Unlike Otis, you were barely covered… short cutoffs with little white stars painted on them (you and Baby are really into diy clothing), your ass peeping out the bottom. The button is busted so they expose a bit of your pink cotton undies. A cropped Jimi Hendrix t-shirt exposing your belly, which if you lift your arms any higher would also expose a good amount of underboob cause you wouldn't be caught dead wearing a bra in this heat… or ever, actually. And to finish this lesson in trailer park finery, dirty black Chuck's, one has duct tape holding it together.

You are thick in the right spots and thin in the right spots and since it's the end of August, tan from head to toe, your hair sun-kissed and wild. You are exactly what Texas boys around here call, "American Grade-A Meat" and they treat you as such. Already at your young age, you were tired of it. Baby too. You both decided you would be single for life. And for a couple years, that went great. Until Otis came back. He had been gone for a while. And he finally returned, six months ago.

You don't know if it's the lack of physical touch or what… Or maybe it was how he treats you. Respectfully. Shocking. Baby saw it too quickly. She encourages the infatuation cause you and her are both fucking insane in the membrane, duh. You are also pretty sure she had said something to him because he started showing up at dinner more often.

"Damn, you sure did some growing while I was gone..."

You open your eyes mid stretch and see Otis admiring the view aka your underboob because of course you lift your arms too high. Oops. Wink. This is the first time you've been "alone" since he came back.

You, "Hey."

Smooth. You cross your arms over your chest. His cold eyes now slide hungrily up your body. That look gives you the most delicious goosebumps you ever felt. Your nipples harden. Fuck. Of course he notices. He chuckles and shifts the rifle in his arms. He takes exactly 3 steps toward you... about a foot away. You could smell him. It was intoxicating. He leans down slightly and locks his eyes on yours.

"I'm gonna give you a choice..."

Your hands tighten on your elbows and your breath catches in your throat. You try to say ok but just nod when you realize you're speechless. Even though his eyes are cold, his words have heat.

"I seen you looking at me. I hear you lurking outside my room when I'm working. You want me."

"No... I..."

"Baby told me."

"Bitch."

He moves closer, breaking eye contact. He's barely an inch from you now but he won't touch you. His head leans past your face and you can feel his breath on your ear as he whispers...

"I'm going to be in my room working. If you ain't in my bed by midnight, you lose your fucking chance."

And he's gone. The sounds of summer rush back in on you. You take a breath like a swimmer coming up for air. You have never been in Otis's room. Even after he left, he locked it up beforehand. You and Baby had tried many times to no avail. He's right though. You have been lurking outside. You can't help it. You love his projects. They were interesting and told a story. Even if they did smell like formaldehyde.

It's funny how you had already decided you are going. It's like you didn't need a choice cause you already made it awhile ago. You want to freeze in his gaze and boil in his words forever and ever. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you. 

You have to deal with Baby first. She's dozing in Mama's king size bed. It's always cool in Mama's room. You slide in under the thin blanket Baby is using and snuggle against her. Baby smiles and wraps her arms around you. You are each other's comfort human. Y’all were born the same day, in the same hospital.

Baby, "I can't wait til you and Otis marry and we can be actual sisters."

"We're already actual sisters."

You squeeze each other tighter. Okay, so you never "deal" with Baby. Your practically extensions of each other. You doze on and off with Baby in Mama's bed for the rest of the afternoon.

You wake up to the smell of weed. Baby is sitting up beside you smoking a joint. She hands it to you. You take it gratefully.

Baby, "Mama said dinner’s done."

She gets up.

Baby, "I'm gonna go change."

She leaves you in Mama's comfy big bed by yourself, puffing on the joint. Eventually you get up and use Mama's bathroom to shower. When you came out, Baby had snuck into the room and laid out the cutest yellow sundress you have ever seen. You change into it. It's cotton and soft. Low cut with little heart buttons. High hemline. "Fuck me backwards in your pickup, while my boobs spill out the front" kinda sundress. You smirk. Bitch. Last second, you decide not to wear underwear. You strip them off, slingshot them into Mama's hamper and make your way downstairs. 

It is by all appearances, except Tiny's, a normal family dinner. But Otis doesn’t come down. That is a bit of a disappointment for you and Baby. You could see her actively pouting the whole way through her meal. After dessert, Mama collects everyone's plates and, except for you and Baby, everyone goes their separate ways.

"Should I go now?"

Baby, "Uhhh yeah!"

Why the fuck are you so nervous?? Are you scared? Fuck no. You haven't been scared of anything your whole life. You shake your head and clear the negativity.

"Fuck it."

You stand up, resolved. Baby claps her hands and giggles.

Baby, "This is so exciting!"

You roll your eyes at her and take too much time to straighten your dress. She gooses you in the ass which makes you jump.

"Dammit, Baby, I'm going, geez."

Her gales of insane laughter follow you out of the dining room. You make your way up the stairs. Otis's room is in the attic. But on the second landing, you have an intrusive thought… Who the hell is he giving you ultimatums??

Tonight or never?? The fuck?

Now you are mad. Are you really gonna go up there like some good little whore? Fuck no.

You turn around. You hear a creak on the third floor and you know that he knows you have just turned around. You square your shoulders. Avoiding the living room, where you could hear Baby talking with Mama... something about Halloween. You have a small bedroom at the back of the house. You put on your Chuck's and grab a backpack. You stuff it with some blankets and essentials, grab your pillow and leave quietly out the back door. 

As you walk across the yard to the barn, you turn around and look up at the attic window on that side of the farmhouse. There is a red light and a black shadow. You flip the middle finger at it. You then turn around and open the side door of the barn. You look up at the attic window again and the black shadow is gone. You smile and enter the cool darkness of the barn.

You love the barn. It smells so good. It's empty now. There is a horse stall near the back that you and Baby used to use as a clubhouse. It has been years since either one of you have hung out here... maybe with a boy or two but not for a long time. It's still nice though. Cozy and blessedly cool now that nighttime is settling on the farm.

You lit the lantern you brought out with you. There are two cots leaning against the wall. You pull one down and clean it off. You arrange your sleeping bag on the cot. The tiny radio on the table still works so you switch it on. The only station you could get out here is a 24/7 big band music station. Whatever.

You start looking through some of the old junk leftover in the old clubhouse. Magazines, drawings, coloring books, mutilated dolls and broken crayons and bones (the origin of which is very likely human). Little girl shit, y’know.

The hair on your neck stands up and you smile. You didn’t even hear the door open. But you feel him. He’s in the barn with you. Good. You kinda want him to hunt you. He is a predator after all. You continue to flip lazily through an old magazine about the Beatles, pretending to be oblivious to his presence. You can feel his eyes and those delicious goosebumps cover your body again.

You allow him to see you shiver. You hear his breathing. You can feel his hunger for you. And he's a bit angry with you too. You laugh out loud. You couldn't help it. The audacity.

He's on you. Fuck, he's fucking fast… you gasp and give a squeak, despite yourself. He's pressing against your backside, pushing you over the table. One huge callused hand holds your arms behind you, the other presses your face against the table. Not enough to hurt but enough to let you know he won't be letting you get up anytime soon.

Otis, "You don't listen, huh?"

You, "Have I ever? You gave me a choice and I made it. Besides, it's not midnight yet."

You squirm. Not because you know you can get out of his grip (you couldn't if you tried) but because you knew it was gonna drive him even more insane for you... you giggle at the thought.

Otis, very tense, "Time don't mean shit to me."

He didn't realize your dress had come over your butt, but you definitely did. His rough jeans felt so good against your bare backside. You moan and arch toward him, wriggling your ass against his groin. 

He looks down and sees your bare ass pressing against him. Otis growls. He lets go of your hands, which allows you to brace yourself on the table better. Your legs are pinned between his. His hand still holds the side of your face against the table. You can see a pink heart drawn on it in Crayola. 

You smile to yourself when you hear him undoing his belt. His hand presses on the small of your back as he enters you with no warning. He's in you fully before you can even blink. You gasp his name as you clench around him.

Otis, "Holy fuck your so fucking wet."

You doubt he ever had someone so willing to fuck him. You try to cry out but it feels so good you can't speak.

Otis, "Fuck... the sweetest little cunt I ever had." 

He moves faster. 

You, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

Otis, "Only the dead ones."

Hardy har har. 

He pulls out of you. And leaves you hanging on the table as he tries to put his hard dick back in his pants. You get up and glare at him.

"What the fuck, Otis!?"

Otis, "We can't do this. I'm leaving."

He's failing at zipping his pants back up. He looks ridiculous. 

"Like hell you are..."

You lift your dress off over your head. He freezes at your full nakedness. You have never seen him look so vulnerable. Your eyes lock onto his red ones and you push yourself against him. He's taller than you but you are stronger than you look. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, which catches him off guard. You push him toward the cot. When his knees hit the edge, he sits down. You step away from him.

"You gonna take your fucking clothes off or what?"

He smirks at what he thinks is an empty threat, "Or what..."

Asshole. You bend over his lap. And pull his buck knife from its sheath on his belt. His eyes shine with lust at the sight of you, naked, admiring his knife in the lantern light.

Otis, "You like what you see, kid."

Wasn't even a question.

Prick.

You look down at him... you realize he is your prey now. He lays helpless on the cot, dick sticking up from his open pants like an exclamation point. Before he can blink, you cut his clothes off with surgeon-like precision. That knife is fucking sharp. And Otis taught you well.

You throw the knife on the table and climb onto his lap, lowering yourself onto his cock. And take every sweet inch as he moans and squirms underneath you. You move up and down. Only paying attention to your own pleasure. Otis is there but he isn't. His pupils are blown as he watches you ride him. His hands are all over you. Rubbing and pulling. Pinching and caressing.  He's saying the dirtiest things to you but you ignore him. You grab his hands and hold them against your hips. You start moving faster.

Otis, "Stop.... fuck... stop..."

You grip his hands against you harder. As if. You come hard. And ride him even harder. You scream his name. He can't take it anymore. He stops giving you the upper hand and lifts you off him and sits up on the edge of the cot. But before he can stand up, you are sitting in front of him on your knees in the dirt. You take him in your mouth. He tastes like you. You move quickly. Now he’s growling your name as he comes. His hands tangle in your hair. You keep going though. He gives a snarl and grips your hair harder, pulling you off him. You’re laughing as you stand up. But he pulls you down onto his lap unexpectedly, wrapping his arms around you, he kisses you. Now that catches you off guard.

He ends the kiss, "We couldn't do this in my room?"

You, "I didn't want you to be in charge."

He laughs at that.

Otis, "I'm always in charge, kid."

He looks around and realizes he doesn't have any clothes to wear.

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Saturday, October 1st.

You work a part time job as a clerk at Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Madmen.

Captain Spaulding is Baby's Daddy but to you, he's Uncle Johnny. You work there to help pick up the extra slack... cash register, cleaning up, making chicken... but today its deader than the dust God turned Adam back into.

You're sitting on a stool at the counter, a forgotten plate of fried chicken in front of you. You bite your lip in focus as you take scissors to a piece of construction paper, cutting slowly. You decide it would be a good idea to take advantage of this slow day by making Halloween decorations. Right now you're cutting out a chain of ghosts. They make you think of Otis and you giggle to yourself about that.

Otis came to work with you today. Uncle Johnny called at the ass crack of dawn, shouting about loose tracks on the Murder Ride and he needs an extra set of hands.

Otis agreed, for a price... Spaulding huffed and puffed about that but in the end the old son of a bitch gave in.

They are currently holed up in the tunnels of that damn ride, cursing and yelling at each other while they fix the various tracks that need attention. That damn thing is always shutting down and breaking. You refuse to run it. Its a death trap, pun fully intended.

"I fucking told you before old man!" Otis came kicking his way out the doors in a fury... "Can't fucking breathe in there!"

He wipes his sweaty face with the towel he has on his shoulder. He's wearing a pair of work gloves covered in grease and oil. His white shirt, also covered in grease and oil, is sticking to him. His muscles outlined deliciously. You pout at the fact that he's so busy right now cause he looks so hot like that. And you also sympathize with him cause even though it's starting to get cooler out, it's always hot as fuck in the Murder Ride tunnels.

He ignores your stare and heads to the bathroom... you figure he's too busy for you and go back to cutting out your ghosts.

You finish the last couple cuts and stretch out the chain.

Perfect.

You stand up and grab your tape. You plan on putting these across the shelves... You hear the sound of the toilet flushing, water running then Otis swaggers out, letting the door slam behind him. Otis is drying his hands on some paper towels. His work gloves are now hanging out his back pocket. 

Otis, "Babe, I used the last of the towels..." You hear him stop behind you, "Nice ghosts."

"Thanks." You finish taping up the chain and turn to him, "What?" He's looking at you like he wants to eat you. "What?" He mocks you with that shit eating grin of his. You side eye him in irritation.

Otis, "We're almost done. Cutter said you can have the rest of the day off after we finish." He still has that look on his face. You decide to ignore it since he wants to be a dick about it.

"Thank fuck cause this day is fucking dragging. I just wanna go home... shit! I gotta put the rest of the chicken in the fryers or I ain't gonna hear the fucking end of it." 

You leave Otis by the shelves and rush behind the counter where there's a curtained doorway. Behind it is the kitchen and the storage area.

The chicken is already ready to go. You just need to load the fryers and set the timers. Uncle Johnny will handle the rest. 

You roll the rack of breaded raw chicken trays out of the walk in cooler and start gingerly placing pieces of it in to the giant fryer vats. You close the lids and set the timers.

Washing your hands, you head into the dry stock room to get the towels for the bathroom... 

Otis quietly enters the room while you're distracted. He loves doing shit like that. He's so fucking quiet and fast.

Before you can grab the towels, Otis grabs you.

He backs you against the wall between the shelves. His forehead against your's...

He takes one of your hands and wraps his fingers in your's and raises it above your head.

His other hand runs down the front of your tiny cotton shorts. He's already running circles around your clit.

"Fuck, Otis...," you gasp. You wrap one of your legs around him to give his hand more room. Your free arm wraps behind his shoulder for support.

This is one of his favorite games (and probably one of your's as well). He'll wait til your busy, then he'll bide his time until he ambushes you out of nowhere, finger banging you into oblivion and disappearing like the sexually deviant poltergeist that he is... 

"Otis... I gotta finish...working..." You moan in protest just as his finger enters you. He always starts slow. His forehead still presses against your's... you want to kiss him so bad but you know when he gets like this it's better just to let him finish.

Not that you care. You have to concentrate on not becoming an absolutely filthy fucking mess at the end of his left hand... 

His breathing is starting to get as heavy as your own. One finger, now two. He curls them slightly as he goes in and out.

"Otis... please..." He loves when you beg. No one ever begs. They usually just scream in agony for him to stop. And as fun as that is for him, he prefers hearing you beg way more. 

He snarls at you. You whimper in disappointment but that quickly turns into a whine as he speeds up... He keeps going through at least 5 of your orgasms before he stops...

One minute he's there causing the greatest pleasure you've ever felt in your life... and the next, he's gone.

Other than the gently throbbing wetness you now feel between your legs, it's almost like he hasn't been there at all.

"Geez," you exclaim to the empty storeroom. You grab the paper towels and slowly make your way back to the front counter, your legs like jelly.

Spaulding and Otis are standing in the middle of the Museum shouting at each other.

"I told you I needed your help with the fucking ride! Not fucking my employee til she can't even walk or see straight!"

"Oh you're just jealous! Here you wanna smell?" He tries to hold his hand under Cutter's nose but he smacks it away.

"You two fuck like god damn rabbits. Both of you get the fuck out of my sight!"

"Hey! It's not my fault! I was just getting paper towels for the damn bathroom!" You try to protest. But to be honest, you are pretty much on cloud nine right now and couldn't give a shit. 

"Who the hell told you to do that? I replaced them in the morning when I got here!" Spaulding grabs you by your shoulders and steers you toward the door. "I will see you next weekend, young lady!" 

He rounds on Otis, "As for you, I don't care how much fucking help I need, I don't want you here when she's here no more!" 

Otis is laughing his ass off as he takes you by the arm and leads you out the door. You try and apologize to Spaulding but he's already heading back through the doors of the Murder Ride.

"That fucking clown sure knows how to make me laugh." Otis spins you around and kisses you as the door closes, "You wanna piss him off more and let me bend you over the gas pumps?" He's teasing but you steer him towards his truck in case he decides to do it anyway.

"I can't believe you set me up like that. Let's go, you did enough fucking damage for one day!" You are laughing though and that thought is tempting...

He grabs your ass, "But not enough fucking, right?" 

You push him away playfully, "Never enough of that."

Otis opens the driver's door for you. You get in and slide over to the passenger side, giving your ass a little shake as you crawl over.

"You ain't gonna make it home in one piece if you keep doing shit like that," he says as he slides in behind you and starts the truck. 

"Yeah, okay, buckeroo..." You taunt him as he peels out of the driveway like Hell on wheels.

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You and Baby cackle and giggle as you race each other down the wooded path to the local swimming hole. Your bare feet hit the hard packed dirt of the well traveled trail.

Bright afternoon sun strobes through the trees. The air is thick with the smells of spring. 

Baby’s curly blonde hair streams behind her as she out paces you, her laugh punching through the peacefulness of the woods.

You had answered the phone when Uncle Johnny called…

You, “Hellooo, Firefly residence!”

Spaulding, “Hi there, girlie, got something for you…”

A young couple had just left Captain Spaulding’s. They were on a honeymoon road trip across the country. According to Uncle Johnny, they were tired of being in the hot car and wanted to know if there were any local spots where they could cool off. Spaulding was more than happy to draw them a little map to “a cozy little swimming cove” he knows around these parts.  

You and Baby burst from the woods, out of breath.

Baby, jumping in circles, “I won! I won! Woop woop!”

You, pushing her, “Yeah, cause you cheat! You had a head start!”

Baby, making a crying face, “Boo hoo!”

You both cackle at that, ignoring the stunned couple standing in the water. 

Baby, pretending to just notice them, “Oh, look at the lovebirds! So cute!”

You, “Mind if we join you?”

You don’t wait for any answer. You and Baby strip down to your barely there bathing suits. You both slosh your way into the creek, giggling and squealing at the cold water. You splash each other.

Baby, her predatory blue eyes flash silver in the sun as she turns her attention back on the couple. She’s on the hunt. And you sit back and watch with maniacal glee. 

Baby is gorgeous. She’s tall, toned and tanned. Her blonde hair is wild from the run through down the trail. You are equally as gorgeous as your best friend. 

The woman looks annoyed at the sudden appearance of these two beyond beautiful women. Her husband isn’t even trying to hide his gawking. His mouth has been hanging open since you and Baby had taken your clothes off in front him.

Baby, teasing, “You might want to put a tighter leash on him, honey, he might have bought the cow but he’s still at the auction…”

The woman’s look of annoyance changed quickly to anger… she slaps his shoulder, “You fucking asshole!”

He turns to her like he just remembered she was there at all, his mouth flopping like a fish as he tries to find an apology.

You, “Don’t mind Baby, she just says shit…” 

You introduce yourself. You keep your eyes on the woman so she knows that you aren’t a threat to her husband. They introduce themselves as Tim and Linda Smith.

You, “Y'all don’t sound like you're from around here?”

Linda, loosening up a bit, “No we’re from New York City. We’re on a road trip. It’s our honeymoon.”

Baby, floating on her back in the shallows, “City folks, huh?”

You, “Wow! Congrats! Well we’ll get out of your hair! Nice to meet you!”

You and Baby go back to your own little world. Pretending now to ignore the couple. They obviously aren’t interested in swimming anymore now that their privacy has been invaded. 

They quickly leave the creek, gather up their things and make for the other trail on the farther side of the creek. This one that leads to a public parking spot. The trail you and Baby avoided so you wouldn’t be seen by anyone else. 

You and Baby watch their backs as they hustle away from the two of you. You both cackle loudly and continue your play. They’ll be back.

And sure enough, 30 minutes later, they reappear, looking haggard and frustrated.

Baby, “You missed us already?”

Linda, ignoring Baby and addressing you instead, “Do you live around here? Our car won’t start. We need to use a phone.”

You, smiling mischievously, “Yeah, we live a ways over that way.”

You point toward the trail that led to the back part of the Firefly property.

Baby, “My brother’s got a tow truck…”

You, “It’s a bit of a walk… it’ll probably be dark by the time we get home…”

Tim, “Can your brother give us a ride to a mechanic?”

Baby, “Shit, RJ is the best mechanic you’ll find in these parts!”

The couple turn away from you and have a whispered but heated discussion. 

Linda, looking defeated, “Okay, we’ll come with you to your house.”

Baby, “Yay! Mama loves visitors!”

The four of you make your way down the trail toward the Firefly Ranch. The sun is quickly setting. The air is becoming cooler. Linda complains to Tim about being cold. Tim gives her his sweatshirt.

You and Baby walk in front. Whispering and glancing back at the couple. You weren’t saying anything in particular to each other. This is just one of many little games you both like to play to make people like Tim and Linda uncomfortable.

Baby, giggling and purposely raising her voice, “No, I want Tim… you take Linda… she likes you…”

You, pouting, “You always get the boys. It’s no fair.”

Linda, done with your shit, “Excuse me but you two pieces of trailer trash aren’t touching my husband.”

You and Baby stop in your tracks. Dusk has fallen and the woods are getting dark. Up ahead you can see the glow of the Ranch lights through the gaps in the trees. 

Baby, not turning around, “Oh, you're gonna wish you didn’t call us that.”

With a cackle Baby leaps off the trail into the woods.

You smile wide at the couple and wink. Then you run off the trail but in the opposite direction of Baby.

You both meet each other back at the house. Breathless and giggling. 

The confused and now scared newlyweds left out in the dark woods for RJ and Tiny to round up.

Otis is standing on the porch. He smiles when he sees the two of you.

Otis, “You two catch anything good?”

Baby, “You know it, big brother!”

Baby bops her way into the house, singing Queen’s “Another One Bites The Dust…”, slamming the door behind her like always.

Otis smirks at you with pride. His blue eyes crawling up and down your body.

Otis, “Get over here and give daddy some sugar…”

You squeal with glee and skip your way over to Otis (making sure your titties bounce just right for him), throwing yourself against him, your arms wrapping around his neck… he wraps his arms around your waist and your feet leave the floor as you kiss. 

He looks especially delicious this evening. His heavily patched jeans hang off his hips, a little bit of fluff sticks out about his belt. 

Otis’s sloppy kisses make their way to your earlobe as his hand slides down the back of your shorts, under your bikini bottom, cupping your left ass cheek. You moan as his other hand holds you closer to him. 

His lips move down your jaw and back on your’s as two of his fingers on the hand cupping your ass find their way to the entrance of your vulva, you gasp in pleasure and surprise as they enter you. 

You, “Fuck, Otis…”

Behind you, you hear a scream, “DON’T! NO! PLEASE DON’T HURT HIM!” 

You feel Otis’s fingers slide out of you as his hand leaves the back of your shorts. You pout at being interrupted but turn your attention to the noise. Otis’s arm wraps about your shoulders as you both look to see RJ dragging an unconscious Tim by the arm. Tiny followed close behind him with a concussed Linda hanging from his arms like a rag doll.

Otis, to RJ, “Take him up to Baby or I ain’t ever gonna hear the end of it.”

RJ grabs Tim under the shoulders and hauls him into the farmhouse.

Otis’s arm leaves your shoulders as he saunters his way up to Tiny. You love how he swaggers. 

Linda’s head is lolling back and forth, a bloody gash leaking fresh blood down the left side of her face. She’s mumbling unintelligibly as her eyes roll around, trying to stay conscious. Otis grabs her by the chin and forces her to face him. Her eyes move in and out of focus but you can see them widen when she gets a good look at your ghoulish boyfriend.

Otis, smirking, “Take her downstairs, Tiny.”

Tiny smiles at Otis. His way of saying ‘thanks’. He carries Linda inside. 

You and Otis follow but where Tiny goes down, you and Otis go up.

As you pass Baby’s room, you can hear muffled screaming, followed by Baby’s signature cackle.

Otis, “That’ll keep her busy for a while.”

You, “That was really nice of you…”

Otis, turning to you with a growl, “Did you really think I would let you have him?”

You teasing him, “You heard that? What are you, jealous?”

Otis, “I don’t know, honey pie, let me take the little wife for a spin and you can tell me what that feels like…”

You, “Jerk.”

Otis, grabbing your hips hard enough to make you squeak, “Remember who runs shit around here, mama.”

His roughness is enough to make you wet again. You bite your lip as you feel that familiar warmth spread between your legs. That lovely ache that can only be satisfied by Otis Driftwood.

You pull away from his hard grasp and drop to your knees in front of him. You look up at him as you undo his belt and jeans. He leans his head back and growls as you start kissing the head of his penis, pushing his foreskin back so you can get to the sensitive skin underneath. You slide his cock slowly into your mouth until you feel the head touch the back of your throat, Otis moans deeply. His hand grabs the back of your hair, not painfully but firmly, he braces his hips as he starts thrusting gently against the back of your throat. 

He lets go of your hair and you release his cock from your mouth with a pop!

Otis, “Fuck, babe…”

You giggle as you rise to your feet. But Otis isn’t gonna let you get off that easily. He spins you around, ripping your shorts down, he bends you over and without any hesitation slides his dick in your pussy and fucks you as hard as he can, your tits popping out of your bikini top… 

The noises you make while Otis takes you in the hallway are embarrassing… his hands grab your hips and raise them to a better angle, you practically black out as you orgasm. Otis grunts your name as he feels your pussy tighten around him making him cum at the same time. You can feel his hot sperm on your thighs as he pulls out of you.

Baby, “You know I can fucking hear you two degenerates out there!”

You and Otis start laughing as you pull your shorts back on and tuck your boobs back into your top.

You put your arms around Otis’s thin waist and rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him, “I’m gonna go play with Tiny now.”

Otis, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, play nice now.” 

You give him a quick kiss on his chin and then skip your way down to Tiny’s basement room. 

Otis knocks on Baby’s door. He has an interesting idea for a project and Tim fits his purposes pretty damn well… looks like Spaulding might have a new addition to his museum soon enough.

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You lay in Otis’s bed watching tv. A hot water bottle is pressed tightly to your lower stomach. You’re exhausted and your cramps are excruciating today. You had just finished smoking a joint, in hopes the marijuana would ease your pain a bit. So far, no luck.

Otis is away. He had been gone that whole month. It’s not unusual. He gets antsy. He goes off for a bit. He always comes back. You don’t mind. You know Otis has itches that you are incapable of scratching. And sometimes you're grateful for the break.

You moan quietly in pain. You scrunch your legs up to your chest and hug the water bottle tighter to your stomach. Not even pain relievers worked when your cramps got this bad. You just had to ride them out. As the pain washes away again, you feel your eyes getting droopy. 

You don’t know how much time goes by but you wake up when you hear heavy boots on the stairs.

Otis.

You sit up, groggily. The water bottle is just warm now so you lay it to the side. You manage to drag yourself to the edge of the bed and sit up as Otis enters. He brings the smell of the road in the room with him. His blonde hair is loose under his cowboy hat. He smirks when he sees you smiling up at him from the bed.

“Miss me, mama?”

You forget how tired you are and you leap to your feet with a squeal. You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you off your feet as you kiss. He sets you on your feet and buries his face in your neck, breathing deeply. 

“You smell amazing…”

He glances at the bed and sees the water bottle. He pulls back and with a look of concern slides one hand across your lower stomach, gently. He feels your muscles contract and watches your face as it twists in pain as another wave of cramps hits you. 

He holds you tighter and without warning his hand slips under your waistband. He parts your lips. Quickly but softly, one of his fingers slides inside of you. You gasp at the sudden pleasure. He pulls it out slowly and enters you again with two this time. The pressure of his fingers pushing in you relieves your cramps almost instantly. You moan against his chest in relief. He’s practically holding you up. His red eyes watch you as you hang onto him. After a few more gentle thrusts he pulls his hand from your underwear. Your flow is heavy right now and his fingers are covered in bright red blood. He puts them in his mouth and sucks some of it off.

“Mmm… fuck. Get on the fucking bed, babygirl.”

You giggle at him as you strip your clothes off and get back onto Otis’s bed. He never wastes any time. He slides between your legs, his cock entering your vulva. It feels better than his fingers. You cum over and over again, crying out for him to stop when the pleasure is too much.

“Please… Otis, cum in me.”

But instead he pulls out of you, his cock hard and bloody. He dips his head down between your legs and starts sucking loudly on your clit. The overstimulation is too much. You giggle uncontrollably and try to squirm away from him but his strong hands hold your thighs, hard.

“Otis, please, I can’t… I can’t take it.”

He relents finally and leans back over you. His lips and chin are covered in blood. He pulls you closer to him and covers your neck in bloody kisses as he enters you again. You cry out in pleasure as he fucks you harder. He grunts your name in your ear as he cums in you. His face still nestled against your neck, he holds you a moment. He sits up between your legs. Bloody handprints are all over your thighs and hips. You giggle at him as he sucks on his fingers again. He winks at you.

“I would’ve came home sooner had I known. You taste amazing, darlin’…”

He looks down between your legs. He smirks as he watches his semen mixing with your blood as it pushes out of you. He moves a leg to the side and stretches out beside you on the bed, pulling you against him. You cuddle into him. You had missed him. So much.

“I feel so much better, Otis…”

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Another hot and dusty summer day at the Firefly Ranch.

Otis’s truck is parked in the barn. He’s got it jacked up while he lays underneath it. 

You sit quietly on an old milking stool, fiddling with a loose thread on the hem of your shorts. You bite your lip as you watch him work on his truck. He’s been working on it for a few hours now. You honestly don’t know shit about shit when it comes to automobiles so you're about as useful as udders on a bull. But the view is nice and you know if you stay quiet and out of his way, he’ll let you hang around. Plus he loves an audience.

He’s on his back, laying flat on an old piece of cardboard he saved for just this occasion. His long legs clad in a pair of worn Levi’s. His big black boots dig into the barn floor anytime he needs the leverage. Just above his thick leather belt, you see his stomach and watch the taunt muscles move underneath his pale white skin. A bit of dark blonde fuzz peaks out right at his beltline. He’s covered in sweat. It’s cooler in the barn, like always but it’s still one the hottest days you’ve seen all summer. 

“Shit.”

Otis grunts as he slides out from under the car and rises to his feet, brushing dust from the seat of his jeans.

“If that don’t fucking do it, I’m driving the fucking thing into the goddamn quarry.”

You aren’t sure if he’s actually talking to you cause he hasn’t looked at you. So you just keep your mouth shut and enjoy the view. 

He keeps his tall, slender frame away from the shaft of blistering sunlight coming into the barn. He wipes the sweat from his face with a handkerchief. Your eyes are glued to every detail of movement his body makes. 

“Is there someone else you can moon at? Where the fuck is everyone? Thought you were helping Tiny with that new doll of his?”

You give a squeak in surprise and leap to your feet. You give him your best smile as you skip over to him. You press yourself against his hot, sweaty body.

“She died. Tiny got too rough. RJ and Baby are out and Mama is cleaning the kitchen.”

You grip the metal hoops on his belt and pout up at him, blinking innocently.

“I’m so bored, Odie.”

You start kissing his bare chest.

“Hmmm. So I’m supposed to be the happy fuck left to entertain you?”

You stop your gentle pecking and nod your head vigorously, giving him your best doe eyes with a wide, toothy grin. He studies your face. His red eyes give you goosebumps, even in this heat. 

He gives a huff as he lowers his eyes and runs his hands along your forearms. Your hands are still on his belt.

“All right. Sun’s going down. Let’s go get some grub.”

You squeal with delight, give him a quick kiss on the end of his crooked nose, and with a spin you skip your way up to the house to shower and change. Otis rolls his eyes and shakes his head but does nothing to hide the small smile on his face.

****

After a quick shower, you find Otis waiting for you, sitting on the front porch, smoking a joint. He cleaned up pretty nicely himself. His hair is still damp but it’s hanging loose. He’s wearing one of his better shirts. He rises to his feet and passes you the joint when you come bouncing out the front door. You take it eagerly and have a few puffs, while he looks you up and down. 

Otis, “You look great, baby girl.”

You smile while you toke on the joint and give your dress a little swish. He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses down your neck. His hands on your hips.

Otis, “Maybe we should just stay in tonight…”

He takes his tongue down the side of your neck. You duck away from him and make your way toward his truck, which is now parked out front. He growls at you running from him like that.

You, “No way, Mr. Driftwood. You’re taking me out.”

Otis contemplates you with an amused expression, “All right, mama. Get your fine ass in the truck then.”

He gives your ass a smack and you giggle and hop in the passenger seat as Otis opens the door for you.

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It’s dusk now. The sun is almost set as the truck thunders down Route 1. 

The windows are down and the radio is all the way up. You sing loudly over it and dance in your seat. Unless he’s shifting gears, Otis keeps his hand firmly on your thigh. You don’t even ask where he’s taking you cause you don’t even care. Just being out with Otis is enough for you. 

As you approach Uncle Johnny’s, you can see the old clown out front, cleaning the pumps. Otis lays on the horn as you pass and Spaulding flips him off. You both laugh and you give him a wave as you fly by. 

Dates with Otis are always spontaneous and can range between a multitude of activities. Normal shit like going to the movies or out to eat. Or Otis shit, like kidnapping a car full of cheerleaders he can yap at. Not that he doesn’t enjoy yapping at you. But you are of the same mind as him. He doesn't feel the need to “open your eyes” because they are already open. 

It's full dark by the time you pull up to Deadwood’s most popular car hop, Betty’s Burgers. The place is jumping. Cars and trucks are parked or parking all around the restaurant like bees to honey. Patrons of all ages and walks of life are out and about tonight. It's an easy place to blend in. 

Otis parks the pickup in an available spot. When it’s busy like this, getting the attention of one of the roller skating waitresses is damn near impossible. You and Otis get out of the truck. He slings his arm around you and you melt against him as he steers you toward the front door of the restaurant. So much is going on around you but like always you only have eyes for him.

“Oooootissssss!”

You turn in the direction of the hail and see Baby. She’s in the lap of a very strapping ranch hand. RJ is standing close by talking to one of the ranch hand’s sisters. She’s flirting pretty hard with him as he keeps an eye on your best friend. RJ gives you and Otis a nod. You smile and wave at him.  Baby hops off the man’s lap, much to the dude’s disappointment and approaches you and Otis. 

Baby, “What the fuck are yall doing out tonight?”

She hugs you both at the same time and kisses you on the cheek.

You, nodding to the ranch hand, “For fun later or for now?”

Baby, giggling, “For now. I don’t shit where I eat, like some people…”

She stares pointedly at Otis.

Otis, laughing with her, “And they still haven’t fucking caught me yet.”

She rolls her eyes, “Anyway… see you guys later.”

She gives you another hug and makes her way back toward RJ and the cowboys. The man whose lap she was in pulls her back into it.

You and Otis make your way inside. Otis orders some food to-go at the counter. Two cheeseburger combos with fries and cokes. As busy as it is, it doesn’t take long for your food. You take the bag of food while Otis pays. Then make your back to the truck.

Back on the road now. The lights of the car hop are already in the distance behind you. The night is clear and the moon is new so all you can see for miles is stars. You both eat while Otis drives.

After a couple miles he turns off the main road onto what used to be an old farm road. This particular property was one of many. After the oil companies took over, lots of farms started failing and families started disappearing. Most left Pagona County to find work and prosper somewhere else, at least that’s what everyone hoped. Cattle seemed to be holding strong but the farming community was going more and more broke every day. This was one of those empty farms. 

What was special about this property is it features a pretty awesome lookout spot. Just past the empty farmhouse is an old dirt road that winds up through the wooded area behind the property. Otis drives up this road. It’s a short drive but it’s all uphill. When you reach the top, the forest gives way and opens up. The look out spot overlooks an old quarry. Otis swings the pickup around and puts it into park. He kills the engine and the headlights turn off. The darkness swallows you both but the starry sky stretches for miles.

You, “Wow. It’s so pretty up here tonight. I’m having a really good time, Odie.”

Otis isn’t looking out the window but he’s watching you do it. His red eyes glow in the faint starlight. They crawl over every inch of your body. 

Otis, “Why don’t you take that dress off…”

Not a question.

You glance away from the sky and look at Otis with a mischievous grin, “Why don’t you make me…”

Also not a question. 

You open the heavy passenger door and leap out of the truck just as Otis lunges at you with a snarl. You scream shrilly but it’s followed by uncontrollable laughter. You run around the other side of the truck as he comes out the passenger side door after you. He looks at you across the truck bed as you giggle at him on the other side.

Otis, “You are gonna make it worse for yourself, girlie…”

He’s smiling though and you know he’s rock hard cause his hand keeps adjusting the front of his pants.

You, teasing, “Gosh, I hope so.”

Otis is too fast for you. His long legs carry him around the side of the truck before you can even react. You turn to run but it’s been too late. His strong arms pull you back to him. He kisses you and you kiss him back, rather aggressively in your excitement. 

He lets you lead. You push his white blonde hair to the side and you kiss and suck lightly on his neck. He lifts your dress straps off your shoulders and you wiggle slightly to better help the garment slide off your body, down to your ankles. You're wearing nothing now but your dusty old Chuck’s. 

His lips meet yours again and his hands are all over you. Your arms around his shoulders as you make out with him. His right hand cups your breast, his thumb rubs your hard nipple as his left hand goes between your legs. He cups his hand and gently puts pressure on your clit with his palm. His right hand slides down your side and goes to the small of your back, giving you some support. You moan and your legs buckle a bit. But he holds you tightly as two of his fingers part your lips and he feels how wet you are.

Otis, his voice husky with lust, “Good girl.”

He presses hard on your clit with his palm as his two middle fingers glide easily inside of you. The pressure is unbearably delicious and you moan loudly against his shoulder, your arms barely able to hold you up as Otis slowly fingers you. 

His right hand leaves your back and he manages to undo his belt. His pants fall from his narrow hips and he scoops his arms under your legs, he pins you against the pickup as he frees himself from his underwear. Your arms still tight around his neck as he presses you against the truck, your legs wrapped around his hips. You gasp as he enters you. He holds you roughly as he fucks you. The truck is cold against your back but it actually feels amazing after such a hot day. You feel your first orgasm as your vulva tightens around him. Otis moans as he feels it too. 

He kisses you, sloppily. Your tongue enters his mouth and he sucks on it. It feels so good it makes you cum again. Otis grunts as your vagina pulls and presses his cock. You can tell he’s getting close.

You, breaking his kiss, “Turn me around.”

He lets your legs drop and gives you a moment to catch your balance before he turns you around and pulls your ass against his hips. His cock slides easily back into your vulva from behind. You hold onto the truck as he starts fucking you again. His left hand slides around your stomach and presses on your clit. You moan his name loudly as you cum again. 

Otis, desperately, “Fuck, babe…”

He speeds up and with a snarl you feel him pull out as he cums on your back. His face is in your hair as he finishes, breathing heavily. You turn around and he kisses you first. Holding you tightly against him. Feeling your smooth skin with his rough hands as he kisses you more softly now. He stops and bends down, pulling his pants up. You reach out and he lets you buckle his belt again. He reaches for a rag in the back of the truck and spins you around again. You giggle as he cleans himself off of you. When he’s done you bend down and pull your dress back on. You smirk when you catch him watching you.

Otis, teasing, “Don’t look at me like that.”

You, scrunching your nose at him, “You love it.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls you close to him again, “Maybe I love you.”

You violently pull away from him. Your eyes wide with shock. A smile already tugging at the corners of your cheeks.

You, smiling like a goon, “What did you say?”

Otis, annoyed, “I’m not saying it again.”

You stand firmly in front of him and glare, “Say it again, Otis B. Driftwood.”

He rolls his eyes and moves around you, making his way to the driver’s side. You chase after him. He scoops you up unexpectedly and puts you on the seat.

Otis, red eyes on yours, “I said what I said.”

You give him your smuggest smile and obediently scootch over to your side of the truck seat. You don’t take your eyes off him as he gets behind the wheel. He glances sideways at you and shakes his head… but he’s smiling too.

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You sit criss cross applesauce on the braided rug in Otis’s studio. He works intently on his newest project. Your elbows are on your knees as you rest your chin in your palms. Your eyes follow Otis’s every move as he works. You watch his hands the most. Your eyes wide with worship.

Otis, “The knowledge that Lucifer revealed to Eve that day in the Garden of Eden didn’t come from no fucking tree. It came from his loins.”

You hung on his every word like always… and this wasn’t the first time you heard this. But you didn’t care. You would listen to him talk in circles all day. 

Unfortunately the man beside you can not. He starts his muffled pleas again. Even after Otis balled up the man’s soiled underwear and stuffed it in his mouth, looping a couple rings of duct tape around his head to make it stay put. His breath coming in frenzied bursts out his nose. He’s lying on his side a few feet away from you on the blood and paint soiled floor. He’s facing Otis and his work. His hands and feet are tied painfully behind him like a trussed up calf at the rodeo. He’s half naked. Nothing but his shirt and his socks. He’s covered in blood, sweat, tears and snot. You roll your eyes and hiss at him. His round white eyes plead with you but you stick your tongue out at him and look back at Otis.

Otis, “That knowledge he showed that pious whore was carnal lust. He seduced Eve in God’s very fucking house. He pulled at her tits until she was so sopping wet she dripped all over his fucking floor. His long serpent tongue flicked between every suck of her clit. She came over and over. How God did not hear her cries we will never know.”

You feel that delicious warmth start to spread between your thighs as you listen to him. Goosebumps cover your body and make your nipples hard. You let out a small sigh. Otis hears you and smirks.

Otis, “When she felt like she could no longer take it, Lucifer plunged his cock into her pink, grasping cunt. His body wrapped tight around her as she squirmed against him in her ecstasy. Her nails digging into the scaled flesh of his back. Every thrust of his hips brought her wave after wave of painful pleasure. Finally after what felt like an eternity to Eve, she felt the heat of his seed explode inside of her.”

Otis steps away from his project. It’s the man’s wife twisted into grotesque shapes that add context to Otis’s ranting. The man starts sobbing uncontrollably as the reality of what he is seeing sinks in. Your eyes go wide at the beauty of it. Otis’s talents never cease to amaze you.

Otis, “Lucifer then turned to Eve and said, share this knowledge with Adam. And as she felt his hot spunk slide down her thighs, she agreed.”

Otis steps to the man and slices the ropes behind his knees. With a grunt of relief the man stretches his legs out. But that relief is short lived as Otis hauls him to his feet. Otis roughly supports him as he forces him to face what he did to his wife. You bounce excitedly to your feet as you watch them. Otis turns and smiles wide at you.

Otis, “What do you think, sweetheart, would you eat the fruit the devil feeds you?”

You giggle and vigorously nod your head “yes”. 

Otis, grinning with satisfaction, “Come over here and prove it.”

Otis lets the man fall to the floor. You hold his belt as you pull yourself against him. He grabs you roughly as he gives you sloppy kisses. You return them eagerly as you cling to him. You undo his pants and free his already hard cock. You stroke it with your hand as you make out with him. His moaning makes you wetter than his story did. 

As his right hand supports your back, his left reaches down and pulls your knee to his hip, you wrap your arms around his neck and hook your foot behind his leg. You grind against him. Your soft panties rub against the head of dick. He moans again. 

He rubs his hand down the front of your panties. You whimper. He slides a finger along the hem and gently pulls them to the side. With a dip of his hips, he enters you. The pleasure makes you break your kiss with him and you gasp at how good it feels. He holds you tight against him as he fucks you. You cling to his neck and let him do as he pleases, moaning and whimpering against his chest. He sucks and teeths along your neck. His movements get rougher as he feels your cunt pull and push more intensely as you have another orgasm. 

This one is too much for him and he snarls against your neck but before he can cum in you, you drop to your knees and take his dick in your mouth. He holds your head as you suck hard, making him cum in your mouth instead. You swallow it as you suck harder.

Otis, weakly, “...fuck.”

You sit back on your knees, and look up at him. He tucks his dick back in his pants and looks down at you. His eyes flash red with adoration for you. You smile smugly at him. Otis reaches down and you take his hand as he helps you find your feet. He kisses you softly on the forehead. Otis turns from you and jerks his chin at the man on the floor. He slides one of his scalpels into your hand. You take it with reverence. Otis moves behind you. His hands hold your hips as he starts to kiss along your neck again. Your eyes glitter with excitement as you hold the scalpel up, admiring it. Turning it from side to side. Otis’s tongue slides up your neck to your ear.

Otis, his lips against your ear, “Eve sure is looking lonely without her Adam. Let’s reunite them.”