Cognati: An Inferno World Novel by Elizabeth Gray & K Webster

Author:Elizabeth Gray & K Webster [Gray, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: An Inferno World Story
Publisher: K Webster Writing as Elizabeth Gray
Published: 2020-06-15T16:00:00+00:00

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Luke

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

I bristle at Uncle Charles’s questions. “I’m to be punished?”

“I know you weren’t immune to Linda. When she came out here tempting you to put a baby in her.” His hazel eyes are hard and challenging. “Were you aroused, son?”

I try to believe this made up incident, so I imagine her coming out here. Looking just like Mom with her blond hair, taut body, and cold blue eyes. Lifting her dress and showing me her golden, bushy pussy. Begging for my cock.

“I love you,” Mom purrs. “So much it hurts.”

I close my eyes, but the past rears its ugly head. Me inside her. Wrong. So wrong. But it felt so good. I came every time with a mix of shame and delight.

“No,” I grit out, hitting the side of my head with the heel of my hand. “I didn’t like that.”

“Then why are you hard?” Her breath hitches. “Touch me here.”

Tears burn my eyes and race down my cheeks. Feels good. Feels so fucking good. It shouldn’t. It makes my chest feel like it’s going to explode. Why wouldn’t my dad help me?

“We fit so perfectly. I’m not so alone because I have you, my perfect boy.”

Oh God.

Fuck.

Feels so good.

“That’s enough,” a deep voice barks, dragging me from the past. “I have all the evidence I need.” He motions at my boner trying to rip through my slacks.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper. I feel small right now. Like when I was a boy. When she first came to me. When she made everything confusing and painful. And then she ruined me with pleasure. Fucked up my mind with her tight, warm, inviting pussy.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Am I in trouble too?” Kristopher asks. “I didn’t grow aroused.”

“No, son, you have your own trouble waiting for you in your bedroom. You’re going to chop up some wood and then you’re going to deal with your problem.” Uncle Charles grips my shoulder roughly. “Come now.”

“T-To the white room?” My teeth chatter from the cold or nerves or stress. I don’t know which. All my confidence has drained away and I’m left brittle from my memories. At least the white room is peaceful and quiet and warm.

Uncle Charles nods and guides me into the house. Everything is hazy and confusing. I’m trying desperately to find the lid to my past and close it. I don’t want to think about those times. I want to think about how, for a while there, Mom and I got along. No fights. No strange behavior when she’d lose her mind. The happy times. The dancing. The love between a mother and a son. The healthy kind.

The house is warm, but it chills again when he guides me down to the basement toward the white room. As we approach, I feel myself begin to relax.

“Strip,” Uncle Charles growls. “Now.”

I obey him, already knowing the drill. Once I’m naked and shivering, I look at him in question. He walks over to a drawer and pulls out a small metal contraption.

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