How do you like that s.h.i.t? She invited our parents to come here to see the sorority house and have f.u.c.kin" dinner with us! That was bad enough, but the part I didn"t get at all was the "Fathering" deal. How on earth could she make us blow our fathers?

We didn"t have time to ask "cos Kezzy was opening the door and inviting them in a second later.

Of course, Zenas wasn"t in the maid suit this time, he wore a regular guy suit, and when my parents saw me, I thought they would keel over. "Oh, Ann, dear!" my mother wailed and hugged me. "You look marvelous!"

"And you"ve lost weight," my father said.

"And so have you, Hannah!" her mother squealed.

"Your daughters are getting accustomed to Alpha House discipline," Kezzy said. "Here at Alpha House we have a formidable exercise and nutritional regimen, which Ann and Hannah have taken to with great enthusiasm."

Hannah and I both wanted to hurl. The only exercise we"d had was moving rocks, sucking d.i.c.k, and taking it up the a.s.s. And the nutritional regimen? Yogurt, pretzel rods, and c.u.m. No f.u.c.kin" wonder we"d lost some weight.

Kezzy"s lashes just kept batting over the light-up-the-room smile. "Mr. and Mrs. White? Mrs. and Mrs. Bowen? You should congratulate yourselves for raising such bright, motivated, and disciplined daughters."

What a crock of s.h.i.t. She was probably just b.u.t.tering them up for a contribution. But my mother was so overjoyed to hear somebody say something positive about me, she had tears in her eyes. She gave me another hug and a big, wet kiss on the cheek. "I"m so proud of you, honey."

"Thanks, mom."

"Didn"t think you had it in you," my father said. The f.u.c.k. After all the introductions were finished, then Zenas came in with a tray of f.u.c.kin" brandy snifters. The rich farts really dug that. Louis the something or other, it was called. Then Kezzy took us all around the house to give our parents a tour, chatter-boxing away the whole time.

Hannah"s parents were stuck-up f.u.c.ks, just like mine, but maybe a little older, like fifty. Her father was one of those shyster CEO"s who bilked the s.h.i.t out of some big banking inst.i.tution, then ran it into bankruptcy, and walked away with, like, $30 million of severance pay. Looked like a used car dealer, though; just another sc.u.mbag in an expensive suit with "distinguished" gray temples; and her mother was just kind of a jowly, fat priss with Betty Crocker hair. But my parents were in their forties and kind of good-looking, I guess. Dad looked George Clooneyish and mom could"ve been on any of those s.e.x in the City-type shows that always kind of made me f.u.c.kin" sick. She had the implants, the tummy tucks, the salon tan. Rich a.s.sholes like this were hard to impress but, believe me, both my parents and Hannah"s were really impressed by the fancy sorority house and the refined, high-cla.s.s Kezzy who they believed was going to magically transform their lazy slug daughters into well-bred college grads with shining futures.

""Scuse me, folks," Zenas said after the house-tour. "Dinner is served." The group started to move toward the dining room but then my father pulled me aside.

"Ann. I don"t know what to say. This isn"t a joke, is it?"

"What do you mean, dad?"

"Well, it sounds like one of those things that"s too good to be true."

I smoldered to myself. "Because you can"t believe that your no-account daughter is actually succeeding in something? Thanks a lot, dad."

His voice hardened. "That"s not what I meant, and I"ll do without that typical smart-a.s.s tone. After all your f.u.c.k-ups, how can you not expect me to be a little suspicious?"

I just shrugged.

"This house is magnificent, and Kezzy couldn"t be more squared away a""

You just like her t.i.ts, you phony creep, I thought.

"And there"s nothing I"d like more than to see her put you on the right path."

It was hard not to crack a smile. Today I sucked off a chimp named Buddy, I thought. How"s that for the "right path?"

"She mailed us the Alpha House brochure, and it said that every single Alpha House girl to graduate from this college since the 1700"s did so with academic honors. Every single one. So I thought, bulls.h.i.t, and I had my research department check it out."

"And?"

He looked thrown for a loop. "It"s all true. And then I think to myself, what"s wrong with this picture? Am I being harsh in, frankly, not having any confidence in you? Am I an a.s.shole for believing that you could never be part of such outstanding company? Considering the past?"

I gulped. Just then I either wanted to hang myself right in front of him, or blow his head off. I know I"m a loser, but maybe I wouldn"t be if once, just once, my own f.u.c.king father would have some confidence in me...

"Oh, don"t give me that "Oh, poor me, my father talks so mean to me" look," he said. "I"ve seen you in action, Ann, for your whole life, and it"s just been one f.u.c.k up after the next, disappointment after disappointment, and you know it." He looked at me like I didn"t have a head. "Are you really going to make it into this sorority?"

"I"m going to do everything in my power," I said.

"I hope those aren"t just words, Ann." His face looked like a stone mask. "Because if they are?"

He didn"t have to finish. I"d be disowned.

"Now let"s go to dinner," he said and propped up his phony smile and led me into the dining room.

I didn"t cry even though I wanted to. I didn"t think it was possible to feel this much like a useless piece of s.h.i.t, but that"s what I had to hand to my father. He was real good at it.

Dinner was ridiculous, like something at the Mayflower Hotel. Fancy wine, Caesar salad that Zenas prepared tableside, then scallops grilled in pistachio oil, and Beef Wellington. But when Zenas gave me and Hannah yogurt in fancy little silver bowls, Kezzy said, "Ann and Hannah were given the choice of partaking in the same menu as the rest of us, but they elected to stick to their healthy dietetic menu."

Oh, DID we, now? But it didn"t matter. I"d forgotten what good food tasted like, and I wasn"t even hungry then either "cos my father made me so sick.

Kezzy was the perfect host, telling our parents more about the college"s history and all the great success stories to come out of Alpha House. By the time the Bananas Foster dessert was served they were all good and crocked, and starting to show their true colors. The mothers were gabbing about their designer labels and the fathers were honking about new ways to rip off honest people. But the whole time, me and Hannah were squeezing each others hands under the able, thinking How the f.u.c.k is Kezzy gonna pull this off?

When the after dinner coffee was served, we found out.

They were all gabbing away whena"clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk a"our parents went face down into the table.

""What happened!" Hannah squealed.

But I knew. "Kezzy drugged them."

"As has been the case for the majority of the week,"" Kezzy said, ""yes, Ann. You"re correct. Flunitrazepam, also known as Rohypnol, is a quality hypnotic and amnestic sedative which produces semi-unconsciousness."

"She roofied our parents,"" I said. "I should"ve known."

"You mean, like that date-rape drug?" Hannah asked, appalled.

"Yes, Hannah, and yet while Flunitrazepam sufficiently inhibits the central nervous system it has only a minimal effect on the libidinai nerves; in other words, s.e.xual nerve-conduction. And for a little extra ooomf, we"ve added some good ole v.i.a.g.r.a." Kezzy was almost shaking with excitement. "Zenas? Mr. White and Mr. Bowen need to be tactically arranged."

Zenas grabbed both men by the collar and dragged them out to the middle of the living room. Then he pulled their pants down.

Kezzy"s grin was almost blinding. "Pretty twisted, huh, ladies?"

"Yeah, it"s twisted, all right, Miss Kezzy," I said. ""Fathering." Only you could think of that."

"Oh my G.o.d, oh my G.o.d, oh my G.o.d!" Hannah said.

""Ladies?" Kezzy clapped her hands once. "Suck and swallow..."

For f.u.c.k"s sake. We both walked into the living room like two girls walking to the gallows. Dad"s pants and shorts were pulled all the way down to his ankles; he was wearing black socks up to his knees. This was the first time I ever saw my father"s c.o.c.k, and guess what?

It was big.

"Let"s see some real Alpha House spirit, okay, girls?" Kezzy said. "I want you to blow your fathers with zeal."

"Great," I said a" whatever zeal meant a" and got down on my knees. And then?

I started sucking my father"s d.i.c.k...

I guess it could"ve been worse a"it wasn"t quite as big a Zenas"s. It got hard real fast, so I just started going "cos the faster I got him off, the sooner I"d be able to stop, but then Kezzy tapped me on the shoulder. "A rushed job, Ann, is a poor job," she said. "Slow, girls, and meticulous. They are your fathers, after all."

Dad was leaking some bigtime pre-c.u.m. Then Kezzy said, "Lower, Ann. You"ve heard the term deep throat? I"d like to see some expert f.e.l.l.a.t.i.o."

Wonderful. Now I was practically inhaling my father"s c.o.c.k. I glanced over and saw Kezzy with her hands on her knees, and she was leaning over Hannah and Mr. Bowen to watch. "My, Hannah. I see your father"s not exactly well-equipped in the genital department hmm?" but Hannah just kept crying even with her father"s d.i.c.k in her mouth. I kept sucking, thena"

"Holy s.h.i.t! Miss Kezzy!"

See, while I was doing it, dad started mumbling and grabbed my head! "Good lord, Elisa" a"my mother"s name was Elisa a" "you haven"t sucked me off like that in years..." and then I looked up and saw his eyes open. He was looking at me!

"Kezzy, he"s conscious! He can see me!"

"Relax, Ann." Now Kezzy was sitting on the couch, watching. "He"s only about ten-percent conscious, but because of Ro-hypnol"s powerful amnesic effect, he won"t remember a thing in the morning. None of them will." I guess that"s the part that made it even creepier. Not only was I sucking my father"s d.i.c.k, but he was watching me, and a minute later he started to mumble again. "Wuh-waita"you"re not my wife... Ann? Is that you?"

"Yeah, dad, and that"s right, I"m sucking your d.i.c.k, but don"t worry, you won"t remember."

"Oh... That"s nice..."

When dad started moaning, Kezzy started moaning, too, and when I looked up, there she was with her cla.s.sy skirt hiked up, playing with herself. Watching two girls blow their fathers turned her on, and when she came, I thought a f.u.c.kin" tea kettle was going off. Hannah"s old man came so she kind of jerked upright and mumbled with a mouthful of c.u.m, "Oh my G.o.d, oh my G.o.d, oh my G.o.d!"

"Swallow now, Hannah."

She gulped, then started bawling full force.

But I was the one gulping next "cos my own dad came, and he put five of six good-sized jolts in my mouth. "Good, good!" Kezzy whispered. "Excellent. And what do we do now, Ann?"

I swallowed.

"Very, very good, ladies," she congratulated us. "You"ve both just pa.s.sed your second to last initiation! I"m so proud!"

Hannah just kept bawling. "I-I-I...I just sucked my father"s d.i.c.k!"

"Indeed you have. And you did a fine job." Kezzy stood up and patted out her dress. "And in the morning, your parents will wake up a"with considerable hangovers, mind you a"and not remember any of what went on. Then I"ll explain to them that they merely over-imbibed." She nodded at both of us, and there really was pride in her eyes. "Now, girls, pull your father"s pants back up. You"re done for the night."

After I got his belt re-done, I rushed to the bathroom to gargle. The taste of c.u.m is bad enough, but your father"s c.u.m? The same DNA that made me was now in my stomach, just knowing that gave me the creeps. Then I went out to the kitchen for a bottle of water but a"

"Aw, come on, Zenas!" I bellowed.

Zenas had my mother laid out buck naked on the dining room table. He was standing up at the table edge and had her knees pushed back in her face, and he was still fully dressed in his suita"only his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s were out. Mom"s fifty-grand implants jiggled with each stroke. He was f.u.c.king her h.e.l.l for leather.

"What"s got"cher dander up, fattie?"

"My dander?" I wailed. "You"re f.u.c.king my mother!"

"Wal... Ee-yuh, I"se am. It"d seem a waste not tew." He patted her belly. "Yer ma"s got some serious milf goin" on heer. Dynamite t.i.ts"n legs, killer a.s.s, and her box is just purdy as a picture." He shot a thumb toward Hannah"s mother who was still slumped face-down on the table, her overloaded makeup smearing the tablecloth. "That "un theer"s fat as a Berkshire hog and"s got a face like that Joker fella on the Batman movie. "But yer ma?" He whistled. "Mmm-MMM!" and then he started going at it again. He patted her pubis while he was stroking. "And lookit, I say lookit this cut on her. Smooooth. Just like a baby"s b.u.t.t. Not even no stubble!"

"It"s laser hair-removal, Zenas! For s.h.i.t"s sake! Would you please stop f.u.c.king my mother!"

"Aw, shuh, I"ll"se stop f.u.c.kin" her after my d.i.c.k spits." He gave me a c.o.c.keyed look, then shot his hand at me and grabbed my hair. "Come over heer a sec, fattie." His hand twisted my hair and forced my face down...

"Yew know, I"se just tickled pink by the ideer"a you lickin" yer ma"s puss while I"se plowin" her poon," and then he twisted harder till I squealed and had no choice but to wrench my face down there and start licking. That laser hair-removal is something, though; Zenas was right. No stubble, no nothing.

"Lick like ya mean it," he said next and pushed my head. But I just did like I been doing all week. I made my mind go blank and just did the job.

Mom started moaning and murmuring, then, and her a.s.s was squirming. "Henry, Henry, honey," she slurred a"my father"s name was Henry a""that just feels wonderful" and then her hands were in my hair too. She started hissing then, and fidgeting and arching her back, and then she came even louder than Kezzy.

""S"awright, fattie," Zenas said and shoved my face away. "Ee-yuh. Juss like they say at the Exxon a"fill "er up!"

"That"s terrific, Zenas," I said and wiped my mouth off on the tablecloth.

He chuckled, humping hard now. "Curn"t figure it, though. I look at her"n I look at yer pa, and I think, wheer the hail did yew come from. You shuh yew wurn"t adopted from some fat couple?"

"I really appreciate that."

When Kezzy walked in, she clasped her hands together and squealed in delight. "Oh, this is just so wonderful! Ann, you"ll be pleased to know that Alpha House has never had a better Fathering session than this!"

I turned to leavea"one thing I did not need to see was some f.u.c.ked-up redneck getting off in my mother a"but before I made it out of there, Zenas said, "Hey, fattie, wait a sec. Wouldn"t it be sumpin" if"n I knocked yer momma up? Guess that"d make my kid yew"re sister, huh?" and then he and Kezzy laughed like hyenas.

I went upstairs and went to bed.

Tomorrow would be Friday, the final day of hazing, and if I made it, I"d be officially inducted into Alpha House on Sat.u.r.day. It wasn"t the suspense of it all that prevented me from sleeping, and it wasn"t fear, either. Whatever the final hazes were, they couldn"t be any more f.u.c.ked up than the stuff I"d already done. After a certain point, you realize you simply can"t be debased any more. I sucked my father"s c.o.c.k today, I realized, and I went down on my own mother. If I can do that...

I could do anything.

No, the reason I couldn"t sleep that night was "cos I was afraid of those dreams again, those nightmares. The ghost of Joseph Corwan f.u.c.king with me, then Zenas spitting in my mouth or making me eat his snot, then Kezzy sitting on my face, then...

Then those words...

The words, for some reason, were the worst part.

It was around two when I said f.u.c.k it and got up. No way I could sleep so I walked around the house. I peeked into one of the guest rooms and saw mom and dad sleeping. Both had smiles on their faces. Christ... Downstairs I got a drink of water, then caught myself looking at the Corwan portrait again, and the bra.s.s plate that looked new while the frame and painting itself was real old. Why would I have dreams about THIS guy? I wondered, and I also wondered what his relation was to the other dude a" Curwen a" who founded the college decades later. When I looked out the kitchen window I half-expected to see Kezzy there, naked and reading from that book in candlelight like that first night, but the gazebo was dark.

I moseyed around some more, then wound up back upstairs. I peeked in Kezzy"s room but she wasn"t in bed...

I thought I heard something then, a soft voice, but wasn"t sure, but then I heard it better when I put my ear to the door to the library. Kezzy must"ve seen my feet in the gap under the door. Louder, she said, "Come in, Ann," and I hadn"t even knocked.

The library was long and full of rows of bookshelves. Kezzy, in her Victoria"s Secret nightie, sat at a big, angled desk with a bunch of candles lit.