Two Members and
Ten Sightless Eyes
by Mel Bosworth
her mustard hair while Darren clipped his
fingernails. Justine wore nothing while Darren
wore only socks.
will your parents be here?" he asked.
we tell them?"
nervously on his hairless scrotum. Justine
scratched her buttocks with pink painted
fingernails, leaving three raised red lines on
parents arrived, the four of them ate breakfast.
Mother's tits foundered and her nipples hovered,
vigilant, over hash browns dressed in ketchup.
Darren asked father to pass the syrup.
work going, Darren?" asked father, absently
thumbing his member.
said Darren. "We've had a busy summer."
giggled and crossed her legs, dark pubis crawling
up her stomach like an unchecked child. Darren
took hold of her wrist as she moved a fork-full
of waffle to her lips, causing her to root
it, D?" she asked.
to tell you I love you," he whispered.
you too, D. But I can eat my waffles and
love you at the same time, can't I?"
up a smile and cursed his penis for betraying him. It
jutted out like a log and danced in the overflow
of tablecloth. Mother's gaze locked onto daughter
while father's flirted with the knick-knacks on
still trying to adjust to nudism," Darren
confessed, crimson faced. "It's almost too
free for me."
free things have a cost," said father.
"It takes a bit of sacrifice. And time, of
to bring the waffle to her lips again but Darren
held tight. Mother broke in:
it, Darren? You're behaving oddly. And you
too, Justine. What are you kids up to?"
going to get married!" popped Justine.
She moved her
head to the waffle and ate. Mother and father
began a slow sway of excitement, mother's tit-eyes
burying and resurrecting themselves in hash brown.
lovely, my girl! And my boy!"
crafted a flawless O, his flabby arms pumping as
if running in place.
daughter! My son!" he said.
not all," said Darren.
to Justine's wrist, he stood, bringing her with
him. Mother and father followed the arrow of his
forgotten mushroom Judas as it lined perfectly
with the soft navel of their daughter.