- The Winters Of Those
- A 'Daria'
alternate-universe fan fiction by Brother Grimace
- Inspired by ‘Night
Of The Storm’, by LyinTamer
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- AUTHOR’S NOTE:
- Due to the nature of
the subject matter, this work of fan fiction is rated NC-17.
ARE STRONGLY ADVISED THAT THIS WORK OF FAN FICTION DEALS WITH
DISTURBING PSYCHOLOGICAL AND SOCIAL ISSUES, AND CONTAINS DEPICIONS
OF GRAPHIC SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
- This work of fan
fiction may not be suitable for some readers.
- ‘Hope. It is
the quintessential human delusion – simultaneously, the source
of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.’
Architect: ‘The Matrix Reloaded’
- PART I
- What am I going to
do? Who can I talk to… what do I do?
- It took a lot to make
Helen Morgendorffer feel as though she were all alone and helpless,
let alone speechless, especially with the way her life had gone in
the past few months or so. But then, she thought, staring out the
window in her office at Vitale, Davis, Horowitz, Riordan, Schrecter,
Schrecter and Schrecter - this fit the bill. This more than fit the
- What can I do?
- And in her mind, she
went over what had happened…
Jake Morgendorffer had, finally (Helen admitted to herself, but no
one else) lost his battle to keep his inner demons chained and
remain sane, things could have gone badly - even worse than they
already had. The family of Mr. Ceedle, the mailman Jake killed, had
every intention of suing everyone in sight, but a very thorough,
although slightly rushed, investigation of the family's background
found a number of things that could have caused real trouble
for them. A hushed conversation with the Ceedles - and displaying an
inch-thick folder labeled 'Ceedle Family' - smoothed everything
over. In the spirit of conciliation, Helen also managed to find
several loopholes in the family's insurance coverage and Mr.
Ceedle’s government death-benefits package. After receiving a
tax-free check with that many zeroes, the Ceedles were quite
willing to sign a nondisclosure agreement.
- The storefront lawyer
the Ceedles hired, smelling blood and a chance to get his name in
the news, had a huge media blitz planned. When the Ceedles settled
the case, wanting no further attention, the effete, doughy poof from
Georgia decided that he’d do the cable news talk-show circuit
on his own and attract the public’s notice that way. Bad
career move. Helen heard that he’d been gang-raped in the
lock-up, where he was being held for felony possession, and he’d
been quite vocally disbarred... Oh, well. Some people just couldn't
take the deal and go on with their lives. They always did learn,
though, and quite painfully… in the end.
- Of course, a
considerable amount of money changed hands. (Helen's bosses, pleased
at how she'd kept the firm's name from being mentioned prominently
in the coverage of Jake's case, were more than glad to pay.)
- Ruth - Jake's mother -
showed up. A news crew was waiting for her - the people from 'Sick,
Sad World'. Helen had gotten to them first. She had a backpack with
used twenties and hundreds - the international standards for 'doing
business under the table'. The manila folder she held up with the
‘SSW’ logo on it was three inches thick. She also had a
folder for the suddenly and incredibly cooperative news crew which
was labeled ‘Morgendorffer, A. H., U.S.M.C. / Morgendorffer,
left Lawndale the next day. She didn't get a chance to run the 'You
ruined my baby's life' rant she always did - but in front of the
television cameras and standing outside Schloss Morgendorffer
like she'd planned. Shame that she couldn't stay longer, or stop by
to see the girls. They missed having her around.
- Amy got in touch, and
wisely said little beyond 'How are you and the girls doing; need any
help?' Rita appeared on her Nimbus 2001 and just had to open her
mouth about how she knew that Jake would go psycho someday. She woke
up about three hours later, nursing a beauty of a black eye, afraid
to even speak as Erin half-escorted/half-carried her to the car, and
still wobbling from the horrifyingly fast left hook Helen unloaded
on her. Helen's mother ran the standard Evelyn Barksdale parenting
program. She said nothing, and just sent checks for her and the
girls. At least they wouldn't have to worry about college tuition
- Then it came - the news
Helen had been expecting for years.
- The conference with the
doctors at Golden Acres and the Lawndale County State's Attorney was
freakishly short - and surprisingly painful for Helen, although she
didn't show a trace of emotion to the people in the room. Not a
single flinch, or sniffle, or untoward blinking at the mention of
yet an even worse detail of Jake's condition…
- Jacob Morgendorffer, as
a person, didn't really exist… not anymore. The medication
protocols to control him weren't working, he had no recognition of
anyone or anything from before the incident, and he had to be
restrained through chemical means after he tried to bite off a
worker's ear. He no longer had any ability to functionally
communicate and was now having problems moving on the right side of
his body; a week after being admitted, he'd had a pair of
mini-strokes. Jake was also starting to refuse food and water, and
if left untended, would simply lie in the fetal position for long
periods… There was general agreement that a trial was
unnecessary, and Jake would be committed quietly to the long-term,
secure-care section at the Adelaide Gardens Convalescent Center. The
taxpayers and the powers-that-be had to get some closure, and a
sense that justice had prevailed.
- The conference took
place on January 26; Jake had suffered another stroke the day
before. A really bad one. The doctors said that Jake wouldn't live
to see their wedding anniversary in June. Helen took the news
without changing expressions, walked out and went to her car, drove
home through the darkened, snowbank-lined streets of Lawndale, then
broke down in the garage after she closed the door.
Morgendorffer, would you like a cup of coffee or something?"
- '"Hmn? Oh, no,
thank you, Marianne," Helen said, coming out of her reverie.
"Just thinking over some work. I'd rather not be disturbed for
an hour or two."
- "Maybe you'd like
something to drink? You look, well, a little flushed…"
- "No, thank you. I'd
just… I'd like not to be disturbed for a while."
- "Yes, ma'am."
- Marianne closed the door
behind her, and Helen was once again lost in memory…
was after she wiped her face dry that Helen noticed that something
wasn't quite right. The Lexus was also parked in the garage; she had
given it to Quinn after Jake's breakdown. She'd offered it to Daria,
intending to buy Quinn her own car (she'd had several insurance
policies taken out on Jake, and the return was very good),
but Daria didn't want it.
- Quinn was glad to have
the car, and Helen frequently saw the red-in-blue blur of her
daughter in the Lexus, ferrying her Fashion Club friends somewhere
or other. It was one of the things that had made Helen smile
recently, as it meant that at least Quinn was returning to normal.
Daria still worried her, though. She wasn't tormenting Quinn as
mercilessly as before, though, and that was something, and it was
actually Daria's suggestion that she give the Lexus to Quinn.
why was it here now? This was a Friday night; Quinn would NEVER stay
home on a Friday night, whether rain, sleet, snow or the fires of
Armageddon! Not with a car at her disposal, not with a credit card
for shopping in her pocket, and certainly not with DARIA staying at
home, watching that inane reality show she seemed to love with her
little art friend nearby! Come to think of it, Helen thought,
she hadn't seen much of Jane Lane since Jake's breakdown. Weren't
she and Daria still friends? Oh, I have to find out about that -
that Lane girl's probably the only thing that's kept Daria from
going the same way as her father!
- Speaking of going the
way of her father… Daria was doing something that made Helen
really wonder if she was going crazy. Daria, come to think of it,
probably wasn't home watching TV after all.
first one was a few days after that horrible thunderstorm. Helen had
decided to try and have a simple dinner at home with the girls, to
try and talk to them, and let them know that things would get
better. Not at first, but eventually… things would get easier
- it's just that everything would take a little time…
- She came out of the
kitchen that evening to see an auburn-haired vision coming down the
- Daria was always an
attractive girl, just understated, Helen always thought, and she did
it to distinguish herself from Quinn. Now, as Helen gaped in awe,
Daria came down slowly, like a beauty-pageant contestant… She
wore an ivory jacket and slacks with a black silk blouse, what had
to be designer shoes, a thin necklace adorned with two topaz
teardrops, and matching earrings. Her hair was beautifully styled,
with just enough makeup to make her phenomenal.
- Daria no longer wore
completed the look, however, was confidence. Daria was always
withdrawn, but it was as if that was just a defense mechanism
designed to keep her from getting hurt. The Daria that walked down
those stairs knew that she was somebody - and no one would
tell her different. The boy that came to pick her up was named
Gregory, and he looked stunned by the fact that he actually got to
take her out. That look on boys' faces - even the growing number of
handsome, wealthy college boys - became a common sight.
took the change just as Helen would have expected: 'Oh, great.
Competition.' She would at least admit that Daria was her sister
now, but when the Fashion Club brought up the idea of Daria joining,
she threw a temper tantrum that terrified even Sandi. The subject
NEVER came up again. They actually began having civil conversations.
Sometimes. Daria and Quinn, that is.
- This, Helen admitted
(with some shame), was the first-born child that she had dreamed
about - the Daria that would shake the world with brains and beauty,
and proof that she was an excellent parent. Now that it was real, it
bothered Helen to no small degree - but whenever Helen brought it
up, Daria just shrugged, said, "I needed a change," and
then made a career of ignoring further inquiries.
car being there bothered Helen. This wasn't right. Quinn would
especially NOT hang around the house when she knew
that Helen wasn't going to be there and Daria was, despite their
recent reconciliation. Helen had planned to spend the day, aside
from the conference about Jake, at work and not to come back until
the next morning - if not to spend the weekend there... She had
taken to working lots of evening and early morning hours, or just
sleeping at the office, where Marianne, her assistant, had turned an
empty office adjacent to Helen's into a small sleeping area.
- Helen hadn't slept a
single night in the bed she'd shared with Jake since his mental
- Despite everything
before Jake's breakdown, Marianne had remained quite loyal, even
informing Helen that one of the more unsavory tabloids had tried to
entice her with loads of cash for 'insider' stories of the affair.
Helen was no fool, and she remembered loyalty; Marianne's younger
daughter came home to announce that her entire squad had won full
scholarships to cheerleading camp at Lake Wannaweep, one of the best
programs in the nation. It was also the best Christmas at their home
in the last ten years.
- As she stepped out of
the car and into sharply cooling air, Helen pulled her coat collar
up close - the late January weather had been really bad this year,
with unseasonably cold weather predicted to run into the next month
- and the threat of dangerous blizzards or ice storms. She blew a
long, thin breath out to become a geyser in the frigid air, even in
the closed space of the not-quite-heated-yet garage, and reached for
her briefcase when the slightly pained rumble in her stomach
reminded her that she hadn't eaten all day.
- Still dazed by the info
from the meeting, and now being led by her stomach, Helen dropped
her coat on a chair and kicked her shoes off before heading for the
kitchen. She didn't even bother to turn on the lights as she crossed
over to the fridge, pawing through the various covered dishes
brought over by friends before letting her hand close around a
particularly large chicken drumstick.
- The chicken leg in one
hand, a can of Ultra-Cola in the other and the door to the fridge
still open behind her, Helen slouched over to the table and flopped
into a chair, her resolve no longer keeping her aloft. She popped
the can open and drank half the soda in one swallow, then sat back
and began to gnaw almost mechanically at the drumstick, looking
aimlessly into the shadows-
- It was then that she
noticed the sound of Quinn screaming.
- Helen had first reached
for her cell-phone, intending to call 911; she was afraid that Daria
had snapped like Jake and was intending to finish the job he
- The jacket pocket where
her cell phone always stood ready was empty. Helen was stunned that
it was gone and actually started to retrace her meanderings when a
second piercing scream from Quinn ripped through the darkened house,
even more agonized and frenzied than before. Helen grabbed a broom
from the closet and started upstairs, scared for Quinn and a finger
of fear for herself beginning to trace ice up her spine as she raced
up the steps two at a time... she had some small idea what an insane
Daria could think up and do.
- As Helen hit the top
step and began to sprint up the lightless hallway, the broom held
high, a sound swept down the hall that made Helen freeze in her
- She heard Quinn moan.
- Helen stopped, her fear
forgotten as the red, flaming bull of righteous anger roared.
- Quinn was having sex.
- It was a loud, deep,
throaty sound that could only come from a woman; a sound that Helen
was very familiar with; she could remember that sound escaping from
her lips on… many occasions. Many with Jake; many more, she
remembered with a touch of wistful memory, without… Lavender,
as they called her back in the day, was a girl who didn't mind all
that much who pleased her in bed, as long as they could…
was having good sex.
- Oh, no. Not here. Not
in my house. The little heifer is going to pay. I'm going to kill
her. That little - ooooh! I can't BELIEVE that she got rid of Daria,
brought some boy up here and decided to play 'doctor' under MY roof!
Just what the HELL was she thinking?
- Her face dropped any
pretense of concern.
- Oh, yes. THIS…
IS… IT. She's FINALLY gone too far - and I hope to God that
she doesn't let that 'But I was so sad, and I just really needed
someone to hold me' line come out of her mouth or I will slap her
halfway to Atlanta! Stupid little bimbo - you KNOW that every boy
you pass on the street ALREADY wants you on your back, and if you
let some young man use what happened to your father to get what he
- Her complexion scarlet
with rage, Helen went into stealth mode as she started again down
the hall, moving quietly towards the thin fingers of light coming
from the slightly askew door as she brandished the broom like a
Oh, God…yes, yes, yes… yes… ohhhh, do it more
harder, I can, do it do it do it - YES! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
- Well, someone's going
to get embarrassed beyond belief, and they'll be walking until
they're old enough for a wheelchair because the Lexus is effing GONE
- and when I'm done, that little punk's not going to have enough
hanging down to help him pee straight!
- Her teeth clenched as
she reached for the door, and Helen prepared to fling it open-
- "N-n-now… I
can feel it," another voice huffed through Quinn's loud,
pleading cries - a female voice, straining from exertion and
passion, fighting to keep and yet totally out of control… -
"d-do whatever you want to me, anything you want…
unnngghhh - AH - Quinn... oh, Quinn… we can do this forever…"
- Helen was stunned into
unmoving shock by the identity of the second voice and the hungry,
lustful tone it carried. Her insides seemed to twist into a tiny
ball that punched a hole through her very soul…
- This is not
huuughhh… ahhhh… and I can't… I - I - I - oh,
God, Quinn, no… No, no, I can't, don't… ohhhh. It's
almost, and you - you, you're, make m- m- me - huuuuhhhh… "
The voice broke down into a grunting tremble and dropped off,
suddenly drowned out by a building, frenzied series of gasps and
cries that rang down the hall-
OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YOU'RE FUCKING ME! YOU'RE FUCKING
ME! OH, GOD, DARIA, YOU'RE FUCKING ME! YES! YES! OHHHHH, FUCK!"
- Maybe the one with
pigtails and the big eyes that looks like Moonflower, Stacy
something, definitely Sandi Griffin - I could see that she's been
holding back from the first day I saw her look at Quinn oh yeah she
WANTS her I remember that day when I came home instead of staying at
the office and they had the bottle of champagne and I saw the way
that they were looking at each other I KNOW that they probably did
something or wanted to and would have if I hadn't shown up I don't
care HOW many boys that Quinn's let paw on her before or since I'm
probably going to see a big shaggy mound of Sandi's brown bed hair
sticking out from under the covers I'm STILL going to scream bloody
murder at them go get a motel room out in the boonies like I did
when I was your age it's not as if you don't have your hand
constantly out for money and I understand that kids experiment and I
played kissing games with a couple of girls at that sleepover in
high school things DO get a whole lot hotter than you'd expect and
who's going to tell anyone else besides it was fun I am not going to
see - Oh, God…
- Seeing Daria and Quinn
making love in Quinn's canopy bed was still the absolute last thing
Helen could have imagined seeing as she peered through the slightly
ajar door to her younger child's room. Her eyes went wide as she saw
her two daughters in the low light ebbing from the ice-caked window
and a small table lamp, their bodies bare and slicked with gleaming
sweat, screaming and crying out to one another as they fought and
thrust and ground against one another, their legs interlocked like
scissors in their own sybaritic ritual of unleashed, insane, mutual
you stop, Daria, don't stop, don't stop - yes! OOOHHHHHH!"
Quinn screamed, her firm breasts jerking as she rolled her hips,
increasing the tempo and her own pleasure as she moved against
Daria. "Work it, it down on me - YES! AHHHH! OH
MY GOD! HARDER! DARIA! NOW! FUCK ME! GOD! DO IT!"
oh, Quinn-baby, it's so good… so good," Daria moaned,
overcome by the way their bodies gyrated and pressed together, lost
in the haze as they kept going at one another. "This…
is… so… unreal! Oh, God, this is inCREDIBLE!
Quinn! QUINN -"
- "Shut up…
fuck me…!" Quinn snarled, half her face hidden by her
hair as she whipped her head forward, small droplets of sweat
falling from her chin. "you… push… rub me…
like - daria… oooooooooAAAAAAAAAA! HAH! AH! AH! UNNNGH!"
- Helen watched through
the slim space in stunned disbelief as Daria started to jerk and
writhe; she saw Quinn lick her lips as she watched Daria's lower
half jerk unevenly, her face twisting and eyes tightly shut as her
orgasm rose up and came closer, so much closer... Daria suddenly
gasped as Quinn pulled herself away from the soft, auburn-covered
junction between her sister's legs, and Daria's voice slurred as she
tried to lift her head. "Quinn - God, Quinn, why, I was so
close, I could feel it happening, don't stop -"
- Daria's body suddenly
began to move like elastic; a sharp, warbling sound of surprised
pleasure escaped her as Quinn gripped the bedpost to steady herself
and hunched her lower body down hard, forcing her hot, silken
wetness down maniacally against Daria's own and screaming as the
sensations drove back into her like a railroad spike. "I love
you… oh, God, Quinn, I love you," Daria moaned, her head
swimming as she felt a hand reach out to caress her right breast,
followed by the feel of a warm mouth closing upon it. "OH -
ohhhhhhhh - please, Quinn, keep doing … t-the other one, suck
it t-t-too - ohhhOHHHHHHH…" Daria shuddered as Quinn
moved slightly to suckle her other breast; she tangled her fingers
around flaming hair, holding her close as the feel of Quinn's tongue
massaging her nipple made sparks seem to fall in showers inside her
closed eyelids. "Don't - it's never been like… my God,
Quinn… y-y-y…huhhugh… oh, don't ever stop…"
- After several lovely
moments of a soft breast quivering in her mouth, Quinn pulled away
to the sound of Daria's almost pained gasp. Quinn ran her hands over
Daria's thighs as she repositioned herself, pulled Daria close and
began to move her hips, pushing back against Daria in an
intoxicating manner that made them both start to shake and scream.
The redhead dug her fingernails hard through sheets and mattress as
she let herself go, her own body's nerves burning in time with the
way her body rolled together with Daria's, barely aware of the
barely coherent, animal grunting that echoed from the walls - or
that they were her own sounds.
oh, damn, Daria, that's - it, it's happening… "
is a dream, Helen told herself as Quinn jerked and slid against
Daria, driving her on with a feverish hunger, and Daria gasped
sounds loose as she heaved and shifted in union, lifting their lower
bodies slightly as she pushed back in on Quinn... This is just a
absolutely horrible dream - this is a nightmare, caused by some of
that drink-mix that Mook always made when he wanted to really get
just all knocked-out and high. I always knew that I'd pay…
Oh, yeah, you just had to sneak off and party with Mook, when a
little weed and a tab of acid just didn't get the job done, and you
really wanted to see the world-class weird shit that the artists and
the real hard-core burners saw when they toked off the weed
sprinkled with Asian powder, or the stuff from the lab-
- No… it's more
like watching tiny little blonde Turner, and Forbes, her redhead
friend from the Pyro sorority, when we went out into the desert to
'commune' with the so-called 'tribe' that lived just outside town.
They were so into each other, they didn't care when Mook and I
crawled into their tent when it started to rain while they were
doing it, or that I just couldn't stop watching while Mook just
slept his high off… they probably didn't even notice me after
- With strength only hot
lust could manage, Quinn reached for her sister; her hand slipped
behind Daria's neck and pulled her forward, her tongue forcing its
way from between marshmallow-soft lips and into Daria's mouth. Their
tongues entangled eagerly as they both moaned and embraced, hands
wildly running over one another, as their mouths opened wider... As
Quinn released her sister, sharing another steamy kiss before they
parted, they braced themselves as they slid their legs back together
like scissors and began to move their bodies together in an eager,
nearly frantic rolling and thrusting that drew an immediate, fevered
breathing from Daria and made Quinn exhale tiny yipping sounds of
delight that evolved into rolling, thundering, guttural screams …
- Helen blinked and wiped
her eyes, as though she actually could remove the images from her
- Oh, I knew that would
come back to haunt me someday, that weekend out on the beach in San
Francisco, when I smoked, dropped, popped and did everything I could
because they passed it my way… including that girl from Sri
Lanka, Padma… God, she was tall, and her skin was so dark and
smooth, and Mook used us both like chew-toys that Sunday morning…
uncontrolled bucking pummeled deep through Daria, and their bodies
quaked as the bedsprings and joints squeaked in protest and the
canopy swayed dangerously, as if the bed might come apart at any
moment... Helen went pale as her red-haired daughter kept working
herself with a hard, savage grinding against her sister, grasping
and being groped, shrieking and screaming, fighting to keep the
pleasure going as an orgasm exploded through Quinn in a molten
billowing of ecstasy that splashed & spilled out over and again
- and oh, how she was loving every single moment of it. "Do it,
do - AAAAAHHHH! Hah - hah - hah
DARIA! OHHHGOD! DARIAAA!
- Helen wiped a bead of
sweat from an eyelash as Daria's body began to quake again; she
watched as Daria's breasts, fuller and shapelier than she'd guessed,
rocked in a manner that Helen somehow couldn't turn her eyes away
from… The petite, auburn-haired beauty gasped and breathed
her pleasure aloud, sending her sister into a new wave of spasms as
their bodies rolled and shifted out of control. As Helen watched,
Daria half-fell, half-threw herself back onto the bed, eyes rolling
back, weeping, spewing, gurgling out unnatural sounds of savage
gratification in unison with Quinn's screams as the violent searing
of her own splattering orgasm became a supernova detonation between
- ulllllllllgggggggghhh. Ah - ah - ah ah ah ah OH.
oooouuuulllllhhhh… mmmpphf. aaahhllhh! Hunh…
hunh… hunh… Quinn, this - OH. OH! No! NO!
NOOOOO! PLEASE! no, no, no - ooooooohh! Ohhh! OHHHH!
Ohhhhhhhhh - QUINN - GUH! ooolllhhhUNNNGH! HUNH!"
sweat-soaked mane clung to her face as her wild, eager shrieks and
Daria's labored, gasping grunts became impossible to understand.
Quinn grasped at her sister in an almost desperate fashion as her
cries spiked higher and higher, pleasure building towards another
explosion deep inside her - but Daria went suddenly, horrifically
quiet… Her eyes went wide, her mouth open fully, her lips
working but no sound coming forth, her hands flexing and grasping,
staring intently into nothingness - and then, Daria spasmed into a
second violent orgasm, bucking and writhing with no hope of control,
an unearthly cry of release ripping from her she let eternity take
her and push Quinn back over the edge in her grasp…
- Their inescapable,
mutual climax sent tearing shockwaves spiking through them both,
pleasure so intense and consuming that neither realized or would
have cared that they were now both shrieking out to the other at the
top of their lungs - or that their mother was watching them…
Helen thought, an evil tickle of humor worming through the state of
shock her mind was mired in as she watched - maybe it was the lawyer
in her talking? - they've done this before… they DO seem
to be very good at it. Finally, they've learned to do
something together - and apparently, they don't dislike each other
as much as they used to…
flexed and stretched her model-perfect form, opening her eyes and
reaching out to run her fingers along the length of Daria's legs as
they lay entangled, and slowly lifted her head. "That was so…
cosmic," she murmured, still aglow in the fading waves of her
orgasm. "Mmmmmmmm… ohhhhh, Daria… you are so
- Daria, her eyes misted
over, was still unable to speak. Her body twitched in slight,
involuntary jerks that decreased as her breath stopped coming in
short, labored puffs that made her breasts quiver and Quinn smile at
the sight. "Told you I'd wear you out," she teased, and
Daria lifted her head to give her a trademark glare. "Told you
- "Oh, shut up."
- A playful giggle. "Don't
have to - you're just a 'cousin.”
- An exaggerated sigh of
disbelief. "I thought we had finally gotten past that."
- The sultry redhead
looked over at the auburn-haired beauty, and they shared a gentle
smile as Quinn lifted herself up, then pulled Daria into a soft,
tender kiss. "Yeah, we have… but you just should admit
that you can't keep up," she smiled as she cupped Daria's face
in her hands, and her expression went soft as she stared deep into a
pair of large, walnut-brown eyes. "Oh… you are so
- "It runs in the
family," Daria echoed, stroking Quinn's arms, then fingering
her neck and face. "When I look at you, Quinn, I understand why
others see you and need to write poetry… how else could they
even begin to describe you, and do you justice when they try…"
be getting that, too – besides, this hot little bod you've got
won't be turning people to stone anytime soon, either," Quinn
replied, taking Daria's index finger slowly into her mouth, slowly
moving it between her soft lips and then running her tongue about it
several times. "Well, it'll make some parts seem like
they've turned to stone. Everything about your body is nice…
a little pale, you should get more sun, a tan never hurt anyone…"
let Daria's hand go, then ran her own hand up Daria's leg and over
her thigh. "Ummmn… a great body. I see why you're the
brains in the family, though - you know that mine is better…"
- A quivering of
excitement quickly restarted somewhere deep within Quinn as Daria,
smirking as she slowly unmeshed herself from their tangle, rolled
over, pushed her back, and lifted herself on top of Quinn. "Yeah
- but I'm stronger than you."
- Quinn looked at her, her
eyes dancing as she watched Daria's breasts sway enticingly just
above her face. "So what-?"
- "You're too full of
yourself, and you talk too much - but I'll shut you up," Daria
exhaled, leaning close and breathing in the musky scent of their
lovemaking. "You smell so good, Quinn…"
- Helen finally felt the
cavernous hole in reality suck her in, an unending downward fall
that she'd never stop by pretending or even coming to believe that
she hadn't seen what was happening right in front of her…
can do that again…" Quinn murmured into her
pillows as Daria brought her lips down on a succulent breast.
"Slower… go slower, Daria… a little more...
Ohhhh, yeah, like that… oh, yeah, just like that - AHHHH!
MMMMMMmmmmmmmm. Yeah…" She ran her fingers through
Daria's lust-strewn hair, and felt herself seeming to melt down
through the bed as Daria suckled with the grace of an Olympic ice
dancer. "Ummmm… feels nice…"
- Daria lifted her head
after several long moments of making Quinn groan and sigh. "Daria…"
Quinn whispered, lifting her hand and smoothing back Daria's hair
from her face. "Daria, I-" "Me, too," Daria
responded, tracing a line from Quinn's cheek with her finger, then
continuing down to move over her breast and around the pert,
slightly thick nipple. "Me, too… I love you so much,
- They looked deep into on
another's eyes for a long time. Daria reached for Quinn, wrapping
her arms around her neck and pulling her down on top of her, and the
two young women shared a long, deep kiss. Their lips widened just a
touch more, their tongues slid together with an easy, luxurious
friction as they fondled and caressed, rolling about slowly in the
- Daria moaned hot and
sweet into her lover's mouth, and their tongues reluctantly parted
as they both found their breath once again. "Quinn…"
she sighed, tears running down her cheeks as she reached out a hand
and entwined their fingers. "Oh, Quinn, you're amazing…
- Quinn smiled her
consent, and Daria’s body began to flutter as a tongue brushed
slowly over her soft, pale flesh until it reached soft auburn down,
and a wealth of moistness between surprisingly shapely legs. Daria
buried her face in the smiley pillow besides her and tried to resist
the volcano building within her, knowing that she would lose her
fight, and gladly…
silky intruder slid along the flawless skin of Daria's inner thigh
to suckle and flick with wondrous finesse about an eager, stiffened
nub hidden within warm, wet folds of flesh. The feel of Quinn's
tongue inside her, against her, slammed down inside Daria’s
head like a sledgehammer and blinded her to everything but her own
body's demanding of pleasure, wiping everything away but her hunger,
her need, for that flickering tongue…
- Daria suddenly felt her
hands grip down hard on the edges of the mattress, her body aroused
past any hope of return. She felt a current of burning sensation
take control to arch her body until she strained, and the piercing
sound that escaped from Daria without warning - a primal outburst of
surprise, pain and passion unleashed - hit Helen like lightning and
brought her immediately back to the here and now -
- Oh, my God. My God in
heaven. My daughters are making love right in front of me. They're
like some sort of animals, just gripping and sucking and screaming
to each other as they fuck like wild beasts out in the woods -
- Helen turned and walked
away without looking back.
- "She's really not
feeling well, Mr. Schrecter - maybe now's not a good time to talk