“HOLY SHIT!” both siblings cried in unison as Scottie rose to his feet while Hannah jumped onto the couch.
“How can they-!”
“How is it-!”
“What the FUCK!”
“This is unreal!”
They both kept tripping over their words as they watched the Friends become far more than that.
“Wait a second,” Scottie said as he stood, changing the channel on the TV.
As the genre stayed on Adult, every channel seemed to be in that vein. Newscasters were nude. Commercials were for sex toys. A station was listing the top ten places to masturbate in public. A game show called “Who’s In Me Anyway?”
He clicked again and the image became black and white. On screen was a gothic living room crowed with antique furniture. Large cobwebs clung to the walls and darkened corners. In the center of the space sat a couch, upon which was a rotund man wearing an exquisite tuxedo. His pale skin, thick eyebrows, and widow’s peak suggested he was a vampire, just like the woman kneeling between his legs sucking his bone white cock. Her hair, slick and black with long streaks of white. The hem of her dress flipped over her shapely ass, showing the camera her wet vagina as she rubbed her clit. All this accompanied by the sounds of canned laughter for every moan, groan, and gasp the elderly undead muttered while receiving a killer blowjob.
“This is fucking wild!” Scottie said turning to his sister, right as her eyes went wide.
“Jesus, Scottie! Change it!” Hannah cried.
“What? Why?”
“It’s The Munsters!” she said. “That’s Lily Munster blowing Grandpa! Her Dad!”
“No way,” he said again.
“Oh, fuck it.” Hannah dropped off the couch and grabbed the new remote. Flipping it over, she switched the slider to OFF.
Immediately, the screen flickered and Lily Munster was walking around saying some sort of gibberish, while her father sat on the couch reading the newspaper. It was programing as usual. Normal. Clean.
Scottie blinked his eyes as if breaking a spell.
“Jesus Christ, Scottie. What the fuck did you find?” she whispered.
Scottie shook his head, noticing for the first time his sister. Her skin was slightly flushed, nipples hard and trying to cut tiny holes in her top. He shook his head and averted his eyes upward to her luscious, pouting lips-her lips, her regular, normal, sisterly lips. Fuck, he was horny.
The sound of a deadbolt being turned broke them from their stunned silence.
They shared a look and mouthed “Mom and Dad!” before scrambling onto the couch as the front door opened. Hannah pulled her feet up on the couch and started scarfing down her Chinese food as Scottie pocketed the remote.
“Hey, kids! We’re home,” chimed Angela Miller from the entryway.
“Hey,” they both chimed in unison, nerves high and focusing on the game show.
Scottie turned back as Angela hung her coat on the rack. Perhaps it was his blood already hot, or something that got switched from on from moments ago, but he found his eyes wondering over his mother. Her long dark hair with a natural curl had been recently styled and seemed to be crimped to accentuate its volume. Her frame, was curvy, but not unfit. It seemed similar features to that of Hannah, foreshadowing what his sister would become in twenty years. But for Angela, she wore a tan V-neck jumper with high heels. Based on how low the neckline was, it led Scottie to assume they have been to a showing today.