Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 40

Not Him Again

I spent the rest of the night staring at the fire.  I watched it dwindle after maybe an hour or so.  After a long time in the dark, predawn light started filtering into the room.  I felt a wriggling in my cheek again.  I reached up and pulled out a maggot.  "She totally wants to bang you," it said.

I stared at it in horror.  Was this the same maggot as before?  The thing looked bigger than the last one.  Of course, it could have grown.  I frowned down at it and mumbled, "That's a load.  No she doesn't."  The maggot squirmed.  "Bah!" I said, "What do you know."

"More than you." It responded.  I gave the maggot my best glare.  It seemed unfazed.  Instead I responded, "Bite me."  Witty, huh?

"That's what I've been doing this whole time, dude." The maggot had a point there.  "Alright," I retorted, "How can you tell?"  The maggot stopped wriggling briefly, "She was hugging you."

I rolled my eyes.  "Oh, please.  That's how people show affection.  What about Katherine?  She hugs me sometimes; disproved that theory!"

The maggot sounded smug when it said, "She totally wants to bang you, too."

I recoiled in disgust, "Ugh!  Dude, no!  She's my sister!  That's just wrong!"  The creature made a weird sound that took me a while to realize was laughter, "So?"

I started dry heaving.  I took a second to recover then spat, "God, you're a perv!"  It made that odd laughter again and whispered, "Look who's talking.  Besides, Katherine is not really your sister.  You just see her as one.  Not blood related, so you can have all the sex you want with-"  I started gagging again.

"This conversation," I grated, "Has just crossed the border into just plain wrong."  The maggot writhed in excitement, "Imagine that lovely skin under you, twisting in lust and her magnificent breasts pliant under your hand as you thrust-"  I didn't wait to hear the rest, I popped the maggot back into my mouth.  Once again, it wriggled until it settled in my cheek.

Seriously.  What the hell?  I shuddered again at the suggestions the thing offered and had to work to not heave.  I desperately hoped that it wasn't an extension of my subconscious.  Yuck!

Author's Note

Kinda like the stereotypical boy when little girls start talking about love and marriage. 'Leave me alone, woman! I have dirt to play around in!"

Hehe. I'm funny.