3838 Walnut Street Pt. 19

This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

June 18, 1940: Apartment 14D, the Blevin family.

"Welcome home, Hank." Nora had an odd dreamy expression as she took her husband's jacket and hung it in the hall.

"Hello, dear." Hank held his hand out for the customary after-work martini, but his wife turned away from him without supplying any sort of beverage. He frowned. "Mitzy? Mitzy?" There was no reply. He walked into the living room and looked around. "Where's the dog, Nora?"

"I gave him away to one of my friends." Nora came in from the kitchen with a martini in her hand. Rather than handing it to her husband, she sat in an armchair and sipped the drink. She was oblivious to his withering stare. Instead, eyeing their collection of artifacts and trinkets in the curio. "You know Mrs. Simmons, my friend from the library? She took Mitz."

"First you lock our dog in the guest room all night, then you gave him away without telling me?" Hank was fuming.

"Sorry I didn't tell you before it happened." She turned her gaze back to her husband. "There are other things I haven't told you." She smiled sweetly.

"We've been married more than thirty years, and there are things you haven't told me?" Hank's face reddened. "What's gotten into you?"

"Our neighbor's tongue, if you must know." Nora giggled. "It was hhhuuuuggggge."

"By Jove, what in tarnation...? I don't know what you're talking about." Hank scratched his head. "I'm going to get our dog back. Where does this Simmons live?" He stalked toward the door, but was surprised when it opened and three women walked in. "Mrs. Norwood? Mrs. Creneling? What are you doing in my apartment?" He didn't know the third lady, and didn't feel he should bother addressing her.

"This floor belongs to Her now. We need to let the wild in, and you, Mr. Blevins, are in the way." Elizabeth wore matching robes with Mrs. Creneling and Creech. The second the door was closed behind them, all three opened their garments and dropped their clothes to the floor. Underneath, they were naked with strange black lines and symbols painted onto their pale bodies.

"I... I... I..." Hank stared. He'd never seen three naked women at the same time. Heck, that moment had just doubled the number of bare women he'd seen in his lifetime. Frenetically, his eyes darted, trying to take in every detail. He was so taken by the sight that he didn't notice his wife moving behind him. When she hit him over the head with a stone figurine, he dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"It's time to let the wild in, dear." Nora looked to Elizabeth for approval. When she found a smile on the woman's face, Nora's insides practically melted. She wasn't even concerned when her new friends lifted her husband under the arms and dragged him out of the apartment.

~~

December 14, 1993: Apartment 12C, the Kwon family and Rosalin Eklund.

It was sometime in the middle of the night when Rosalin awoke. Something scurried about the Kwon living room. She sat up quickly, her hand pulling her revolver from under her pillow. Still wearing her flannel and pants from the day before, she sat on the sofa, also her makeshift bed, and looked about the room. The curtains were open, and the light of the city filled the space. She gave a start when she spotted one of the gargoyles peering in at her. She was almost certain it hadn't been there when she went to sleep. I hate those things. She was tempted to point her gun at it, but she had too much respect for firearms to point at anything she didn't intend to shoot.

There was that sound again. She looked around and saw nothing. She stood and cautiously checked behind furniture and through the doorways. "Rats?" She muttered.

She had her back turned to an armchair when there was a sudden thud, and the chair's springs squealed. Rosalin spun and pointed her revolver. Brian was sitting in the chair, wearing only his briefs and a smug grin. She could see the outline of what looked like a giant, albeit soft, penis through his underwear. Rosalin had heard some women went crazy for large ones. Was that Mrs. Kwon's downfall? Was she one of those women? Had she seen it and seduced her son? Had Brian flaunted it in front of her as he was doing to Rosalin now? She lowered her gun. The size of his penis was all the more striking due to his lean, compact body.

"Not long ago, I wasn't so confident around women." Brian enjoyed the bewildered look on her face as she ogled his dick. "But this building does things to people. Good things."

"How did you get in here without me seeing you?" She pulled her eyes away from his underwear and glanced around the room. There was no way he could cover the distance from the door to the chair without her noticing.

"I'm fleet of hoof." He laughed quietly, holding his flat stomach. "We're safe in this apartment, you can put the gun away."

Begrudgingly, Rosalin stashed her pistol back under her pillow, still sitting on the sofa. "I don't think the police are going to come. Can you get me out of the building?"

"You asked my dad about that. Why would the police come?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Listen, you're part of a cult and... what are you doing?" Her lip twisted in disgust as he lowered his underwear, and his fat cock flopped onto his thigh in full view. She didn't like the look of it. Not one bit. It was too veiny, bulbous, and alien, not at all like the modest members she had seen before. Her eyes were drawn to it like they would be to any catastrophe. She could no more look away than she could turn her head from a train wreck.

"You're boring me with this cult stuff. Whenever I get bored, I jerk myself and... presto, I'm not bored anymore." He pumped his soft cock a few times and let it fall back to his thigh. It was slowly engorging. "So, anytime you say something boring, I'm going to spank it. Cool?"

"Not cool. You can't just touch yourself..." She watched him start to masturbate again. "I'm engaged to be married. You can't..." Rosalin saw his hands speed up. The motion was mesmerizing. "Tell me about your mother."

Brian stopped jerking and let his dick stand by itself. Not fully erect, it tilted to the side like a drunk. "My Mom? What do you want to know?"

"When did you start... doing it with her?" Rosalin watched his dick. It was bobbing arrhythmically on its own, slowly growing. It looked like it was trying to get its balance, becoming more and more upright as the seconds passed. How did Mrs. Kwon put that inside her? She must be some sort of freak.

"It's been weeks. Our family moving here is totally rad." He nodded to himself, picturing the breathtaking, callipygian view when he was lucky enough to be behind his mother. Which was often. "Totally rad."

"Did the cult put you two... together?" Rosalin thought he was probably all the way hard now. She frowned, actively suppressing her flight or fight impulse that came with sharing space with such a horrific penis. Suddenly, he was masturbating again. She gave a little shriek. "I mean... did she seduce you?" She exhaled with relief when he unhanded the organ.

"I seduced her. Ha!" He barked out a laugh. "You thought I was a loser when we were hanging out. I'm not. I'm going to have so many women. And I'm going to knock up Mom. I'll have a new sister. A goddess." He stretched out his arms and clasped his hands behind his head, pleased with himself. "The Goddess."

"Did the... um..." Rosalin didn't want to mention the cult again. Every time she did that, he jerked his giant cock. She had to be careful. "Who told you this? About the... special baby?"

"The voice in the basement." Brian shrugged.

"Elizabeth Norwood?"

"Her too." He nodded.

"So, it's not Mrs. Norwood speaking to you in the basement?" Rosalin could at least puzzle some of the mysteries of the cult if she kept him talking.

"The Goddess speaks to me through Her roots. Their voices sound almost the same, but it's Ogganse in the basement." He reached down and played with his foreskin, stretching it out, and pushing his fingers underneath.

Rosalin shivered with revulsion, but at least he wasn't pumping it. "Is that the same goddess that... um... will be your sister?" She bit her lip when she saw him nod an affirmative. "Well... then... if she's around now... in the roots as you say... why does she need to be born... to... um... you and your mother?" Maybe she could talk him into some sense.

"Boring!" He pumped his dick again, really going at it this time.

"I think you should know... your cult is leaderless now." Again, Rosalin was having a damned hard time looking away. "I shot her yesterday." What would Dave say if he could see me now? He hated that I had always felt driven to confront evil. He had nightmares about my trip into the den of the Bloomfield Killer. If I make it out of here, I don't think I'll tell him about this. He's too good a person to be tainted by -

"You're lying." Brian jerked his dick even more fiercely, sitting up and then leaning forward. Anger colored and creased his otherwise pale, smooth face. "Elizabeth's fine. I would know if something happened to her. The building would know."

"Don't be so certain..." Rosalin's hand crept under her pillow. "She's made you believe in strange things. But everything has an explanation."

"I don't even know if I want you in my bevy!" He spat the words. He let go of his dick with one hand, but continued to pump with the other. "I don't see how you fit with Her." He leapt up into the air, latching onto the ceiling with his free hand and his bare feet. He looked down at her with savage indignation, still jerking his cock. "I'll talk to Her tomorrow. She'll tell me Elizabeth's fine. She'll tell me what to do with you." With that he awkwardly crawled along the ceiling, masturbating the whole way. He disappeared through the top of the doorway.

Rosalin was petrified. She stared at where the eighteen-year-old had disappeared. Her mind searched for an explanation, but found none. Teenagers didn't crawl along the ceiling in defiance of gravity. Not in her experience. Something was very wrong. She prayed that she was still under the effects of the drugs Elizabeth must have given her. That was the only thing that made any sense. Maybe I imagined him? Maybe this was a nightmare? No, that wasn't the case. She turned her head and saw his underwear on the floor in front of the armchair, right where he'd left them.

Rosalin didn't fall back asleep that night. She sat on the sofa with her gun on her lap, listening for the sounds of someone creeping along the ceiling and wondering what would become of her.

~~

May 6, 2015: Apartment 12E, the Dahir family.

"Joe asked me to prom." Hani sat at the dinner table with her family eating breakfast. She got almost no response. Her father continued to look at the newspaper. Her mother was daydreaming, staring out the window, and didn't respond. Her brother was the only one that seemed to hear her, and rather than congratulations, he gave her a frown. "I said yes," Hani added.

"He shouldn't have you." Abshir adjusted his glasses and deepened his frown.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hani didn't like the person her brother had become. "Joe's hot and funny and smart and..." She turned toward her mom. "... he has a huge cock."

"What did you say?" Uba blinked and focused on her daughter. "What did she say, Taban?"

"Mmm?" Taban didn't look up from the paper.

"I got invited to prom." Hani smiled sweetly at her mother.

"Was it Joey?" Uba frowned.

"Who else?" Hani stood. "I don't know what's wrong with this family. You should all be happy for me."

"No one cares about prom. By the time it rolls around, you won't even remember Joe." Abshir ate an orange slice noisily.

"Ugh. That's idiotic." Hani walked away from the table.

Uba noticed that Abshir's gaze fell to his sister's butt. This concerned her. But she didn't have the foggiest notion what to do about it. She supposed if she kept draining him, he would have less bandwidth to sexualize his twin sister. She chewed on her lower lip. The thought was unnerving. But she knew she needed the scent of his seed. She had hidden her defiled hijab in the closet last night, and the anticipation of getting it out after her family had left for the day made her head swim and... if she was honest... her vagina swim, too. That moment couldn't arrive fast enough. Uba stood and collected her daughter's dishes.

"Nah, Mom. Dad should clear the table." Abshir waved a finger at her.

Uba put the dishes back down on the table, unsure of what to do.

"Clear the table, Dad." Abshir put authority into his voice.

Taban put down the paper, stood, and looked quizzically at his son. Slowly, he walked around the table, passing his wife. He stood next to Abshir for a moment, lifted his hand, and swatted the top of Abshir's head.

"Ow! What the hell, Dad?" Abshir covered his hair from further attack.

"Watch how you talk to me." Taban's eyebrows knitted in anger. "You clean the table." He looked to his wife. "Don't do any dishes this morning. Make Abshir do them before school. I have to go to work." He turned and walked away.

"I'm sorry, Abshir. You have to do the dishes." She saw the dark clouds in her son's expression, and quickly left him to his chores. She found peace and quiet in her bathroom, and only ventured out when she suspected that her family was gone. She checked the apartment to be sure she was alone, then she went straight for the crusty hijab. Unearthing it from the back of her closet like a treasure, she hurriedly undressed and climbed onto her bed. Her eyes rolled back when she stuffed the pungent thing under her nose.

In short order, Uba had one nipple in her mouth while she massaged her clit in furious circles. The dirty hijab was perched on her other breast, well within smelling range. It was paradise. The only shame was that she had to leave for work within the hour. She was determined in the meantime, to burst her mind with as many orgasms as possible. And the first one was just around the corner.

~~

December 14, 1993: Apartment 12C, the Kwon family and Rosalin Eklund.

"Good morning, dear." Darby found their guest in the kitchen, sipping coffee. The woman was back to wearing her leather jacket. Rosalin's hair was unbrushed and wild, and her face looked wan. "How did you sleep?"

"We need to get out of this building, Mrs. Kwon." Rosalin was grateful for the weight of her pistol in its shoulder holster. She didn't know what fresh nightmares the day would bring, but she expected several.

Darby laughed like Rosalin had just made a splendid joke. "You're so silly. We're happy here."

"What about your husband? Is Greg happy?" Rosalin watched the smile fade from the woman's face.

"Everything's fine. It's natural for a teenager to assert himself toward his father." Darby poured herself some coffee.

"I'm not talking about the apron or the dishes. I'm talking about what you and Brian do when Mr. Kwon is at work." Rosalin's shoulders bunched. She tried to relax them with several deep breaths. "That's not... natural."

"What's more natural than a mother bonding with her son?" Darby shrugged.

Greg walked into the kitchen wearing a suit and tie. His outfit was sans apron. He kissed his wife on the cheek. "Get that boy to start looking for a job today. It's time he moved out." Greg smiled at his wife, scowled at Rosalin, and rushed out of the apartment. The women were silent until they heard the front door close.

"Where is Brian?" Rosalin shuddered, thinking of the way he'd scurried across the ceiling in the middle of the night. Did I dream that? She didn't think so.

"He's eighteen. He's sleeping in, of course." Darby leaned her butt on the counter and sipped coffee. "I understand that you've been through a lot. I know it must have been hard cooped up in that apartment. And then... the wolf." She shuddered. "Anyhoo, I'm picking up some hostility toward Brian and maybe even myself." Darby stared at her disheveled guest. The woman's skin was pallid, and she had bags under her eyes. Darby thought Rosalin didn't look nearly so regal in the mornings. "We have shown you kindness by bringing you into our home and sharing our special secret with you."

"Many thanks." Rosalin's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"I see that look on your face. You think you're a tough girl, huh?" Darby shook her head and sipped her coffee. "When you start dancing to Brian's trumpet, you'll feel differently. You're going to be part of his bevy, whether you realize it or not."

"What... the fuck... is a bevy?" Rosalin looked away from Darby. The fallen mother and housewife had an avid giddiness to her expression that disquieted Roslin.

"A bevy is a group of ladies needed to bring about a particular renaissance." Darby frowned. "Look, I didn't understand before either. Even now, I have a hard time believing our luck. But here we are, in the center of a new era."

"I can't believe my luck." Rosalin sighed. Her inclination was to leave. To get the hell out before Brian woke up and did something worse than defy gravity. But she had a feeling that it was more than drugs that foiled her escape the day before. "This place won't let me leave. Every time I walked down the stairs, I ended up back at the top of the building. The elevator was the same. Also, there was a... forest growing in the stairwell." It was so strange to say it out loud.

"I believe you. This building is miraculous. I mean, can you imagine my surprise to find myself here?" Darby laughed. "Before we moved to 3838 Walnut, I thought incest was disgusting. I thought it was unnatural. I thought... well, I didn't give it much thought beyond that. But now, I've never been happier. And I'm not even jealous of Brian and Sylvie. Or you and Brian. Just wait... just wait until you feel his penis inside you. Woman to woman, let me tell you, Ms. Eklund, there is nothing like being filled by something so perfectly made for conception." She put down her coffee and held her hand in front of her dress, forming a circle with her fingers over her belly. "To feel him erupt right here is like nothing else in the world. It's raw, untamed, and..." She shivered, grinning wildly. "... powerful. So... powerful." A dreamy expression passed over her pretty face. "All you have to do is let the wild in."

"Right..." Rosalin stared at where this woman was indicating on her lower belly. The image of Brian's ugly, giant penis rose in her mind. She pictured it inside this poor woman, stretching her, and defiling her with a deep detonation. "Your phone isn't working. Can you see about getting it fixed?"

"Sure." Darby smiled and picked up her coffee. "I'll talk to Mrs. Creech later today. But all this chatting about Brian has made me a woman possessed. You'll know what I mean soon enough." She winked at Rosalin. "I'm going to go wake him up. I suppose I'll be busy for the next few hours."

"Wait, I..." Rosalin watched her rush off toward her son's room. She shook her head and went about making breakfast. At least Brian would be busy for a while.

~~

May 6, 2015: Apartment 12E, the Dahir family.

Uba skipped work again. She spent most of the morning masturbating. By the time noon rolled around, she found that the hijab didn't smell so fresh. Her last orgasm was weak and pathetic, leaving her craving the ecstasy she'd felt that morning. She dropped the garment in the wash, showered, and ate lunch. There were still a few hours before Abshir got home. She was sure Hani would be off with her boyfriend after school. That gave her time in the afternoon to extract more of her son's precious seed.

It occurred to her that she would need to excite him if it was going to go quickly. The underwear that she owned had certainly failed in that regard last time. So, she left the building and headed for the nearest department store. It was mortifying to buy lingerie, especially knowing that she would have to hide it from Taban. She tried to not see judgment in the eyes of the saleswoman as Uba selected several frilly sets of sexy undies and had them rung up.

Running through busy sidewalks, she raced home with her bags dangling from her arm. She checked the time as she reentered the building, hustling past the horrible image of a wolf-headed man. She veered toward the basement. There was time enough for a quick hand wash and a spin in the dryer.

As she scrubbed the new garments with some detergent in the sink, she looked around the basement. She was alone, but... it felt like she wasn't. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. "Hello?"

It seemed to Uba that a voice was pressing into her mind, but she couldn't hear the words. With it, came the sense of something savage and unrestrained. "Is somebody there?" She rinsed the lingerie and put them in the dryer, eyes nervously darting about the basement. She leaned against the table and crossed her arms, watching the clothes tumble. "How strange that I'm going through so much trouble to look sexy for Abshir," she muttered. "I've never done that for Taban."

"You're a good mother." The clarion voice of a woman filled Uba's ears. The woman continued, "It's more important to be a good mother than a good wife. The future is with Abshir. The past is with Taban."

"What? Hello!?!" Uba jumped, wildly looking about the room. There was nobody there. She didn't hear the voice again. By the time the dryer finished, she had convinced herself that she'd imagined the woman and her strange words.

Time was running out. Soon, Abshir would be home. She needed to be ready to greet him, so she rushed to the elevator and went home.

In her bedroom, she frantically changed out of her clothes. My panties are soaked through. The thought of his semen has me all riled up. She tossed her things into the hamper and put on one of the lingerie sets. It was a ridiculous, impractical two-piece combination of mostly transparent, purple material. Practicality was relative she supposed. It would be effective for sparking the mind of a teenager. So, in this case, it was practical.

After a quick, embarrassing check in the mirror, Uba hustled to her son's room. She pulled off his blanket and stretched out on his sheet. She was on her belly, and she hoped that would do the trick. Abshir had focused mostly on her breasts, but she knew men liked butts, too. She had just posed herself in the perfect position, when she heard the front door open and close. Her heart thudded a steadily increasing beat against her ribs. Her tummy turned over and over. She glanced at her wedding ring and wondered if she should take it off. She decided it would be less faithful to Taban to do this with his ring cast aside, so she left it on.

"Mom, I'm home!" Abshir saw his mother's purse. That meant she was home. She was playing hooky from work again. He took this as a good sign. His dick lurched in his pants.

"In here, Abshir," she called to him.

He dropped his backpack in the kitchen, went down the hall, and opened his door. "Oh... shit." He stopped in the doorway and stared at her ass. "Where did you get the underwear?" The cut of her panties accentuated the flare from her waist out to her hips and the mind-bending curves of her backside.

"I bought them for you." Uba worried her bottom lip. "I'm afraid I'm going to steal your purity again." She pushed her glasses up on her nose and stared at the tent his penis was making in his pants.

"It's cool!" Abshir laughed. "Anyway, if I don't touch it, I can stay pure. It doesn't matter if you jerk me."

"Oh... gosh... I really wish you wouldn't talk like that." She continued to stare.

"Nice." Abshir undressed. She hadn't said 'no'. Ogganse had steered them to a magnificent place. "What... what are you staring at?" He was naked now, standing next to the bed. "Is something wrong with my dick?"

With a shyness that was unusual to her, she sat up and glanced up into his eager face. "There's nothing wrong with it. I mean... it's... really big... but I'm not even looking at that." She beckoned him over, reached out, and held his dick.

Abshir was ready for the handjob to start. But instead, his mother pushed his cockhead up to his lean stomach with one hand and examined his heavy balls with the other. Abshir smirked. What would his father say if he could see the ring he'd given his wife rubbing up against hairy, wrinkly teenage testicles?

"It's just... these are the source of so much magic." She gently massaged one ball and then the other. "They don't look all that appealing, but I always taught you not to judge a book by its cover."

"They are ugly, aren't they?" Abshir studied the loving, dreamy way she was gazing at his balls.

"They are... and they're also lovely. If you only knew what they're capable of." Uba glanced at him nervously, afraid she'd said too much. Still holding his penis out of the way, she turned her attention back to his overripe testicles. "In a way, they're beautiful. My boy has grown up and he's... gorgeous. I want you to know how I feel about you, Abshir. I want you to know that I'm a good mother." It's better to be a good mother than a good wife. With that thought, she leaned forward and sucked his left ball into her mouth. It felt so strange and heavy resting on her tongue. Shock hit her. Why did I do that? Until that moment, she had never thought about putting that particular body part in her mouth. But suddenly, it was happening. Tentatively, she rolled her tongue around it. Soon, she was jerking his penis with her hand while lovingly caressing his ball with her tongue.

Abshir adjusted his glasses and watched the magnificent sight. She hadn't even given him a blowjob yet, and here she was devouring his ugly balls like they were the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. Letting her cross her own bridges, he didn't say anything. He didn't interfere in any way. Instead, he put his hands on his hips and let her explore this newfound pleasure.