Suzy’s Strange Saga
And you silently dismiss that idea immediately!
Grandma Morningstar may or may not have been right about your “flexible” sexuality, but even if she was, you are still not fucking Helen just because you feel sorry for her or on some whim!
Besides, you’re about to marry Bobby and you made a damn commitment. You can’t just be fucking his sister, hours before the wedding. Maybe nobody else in this family has any much sense of “social mores” but that’s just wrong as far as your concerned. And even if Bobby WAS okay with it, you’re already making enough sacrifices for him and giving in to his possible secret desires for a harem aren’t part of that plan. You’re the only one and that’s that. You don’t fucking share.
You enter the bathroom and go through your usual routine of showering and such. Afterwards you finally get around putting on the “wedding dress.”
The first thing you do is look at the dress before putting it on and wondering if it’s going to be bigger in the chest area. While you’re not lacking in that region, you’ve met Bobby’s grandmother (in dream form anyway) and she’s got at least another couple cup sizes on you. In fact her body type back in her prime was more of an old school 1950s pinup girl hourglass figure than your own “petite” size.
The funny thing is, as soon as you put it on, it seems to fit perfectly to your own body. The material isn’t any sort of spandex or stretchy material, it’s silk like Helen said, but given Bobby’s family’s strangeness, you have to wonder if it’s…magical?
“Magical underwear.” You scoff; shaking your head in half disbelief you’re even considering it. Not surprisingly the stockings AND the shoes fit you perfectly as well.
Yeah, Grandma Morningstar probably had all this stuff weaved by a giant magical spider voodoo priest or some shit because it doesn’t make sense that any of this stuff would fit you so well.
Regardless of its origins, you do feel pretty comfortable despite looking like a Hollywood streetwalker. The heels don’t even hurt your feet, though you’re still a little unsteady on them due to not being used to wearing such things. Let alone these being stilettos.
The last time you wore heels was when Uncle Ed made you wear stripperiffic clothing with the intent to lure Bobby and his dad into the woods where he could kill them. While everything turned out for the best because you met Bobby that fateful night, the part with Uncle Ed still gives you the shivers just thinking about it.
You look at yourself in the mirror one more time, before leaving the bathroom.
“Well Suzy, you might look like a whore in this thing, but at least you look like a high priced one.” You say to yourself.
When you exit the bathroom Helen stands up and looks at you.
“Oh my. You’re…you’re…so beautiful looking. I knew it would fit you perfectly.” Helen gushes.
“Yeah I am pretty hot looking in this get up. Shit, still can’t balance on these heels though.” You say.
“Hmm, well maybe you can dispense with those. I mean I’d hate for you to fall down the stairs when we go show everyone how you look. Maybe we should take some pictures!” Helen says approaching you.
“What? I thought I was just putting it on as a test drive as it were. While I won’t deny this stuff feels pretty comfortable on my skin that I don’t mind wearing it, I sort of don’t want to be walking around the house with it on until show time. Besides everyone can see how awesomely sexy I am then.”
“I think they should see you now. It’ll raise the spirits around here seeing you dressed like this.” Helen remarks as she begins touching your arm.
“Well it’ll raise something with the males around here when they see me of course. Not sure about the ladies of this house, though you’re getting a little too close there Helen.”
“Oh please? At least go show Bobby. I know he’d like to see you.” Helen says ignoring your previous remark about invading your personal space.
“I’m sure he’s really busy right now, besides isn’t it bad luck for me to see him right before the wedding?”
“Oh you’re thinking of those silly traditions for other weddings. That’s not the case here. Come on I’ll take you to him.” Helen says and at this point is pulling on your hands almost causing you fall.
“Hey! I nearly fell! I told you already that you’re too damn close!” you snap.
Helen immediately backs away and looks down submissively.
“I’m sorry Suzy. I didn’t mean to violate your personal space.”
“(Sigh) It’s fine Helen…just calm down a bit and let me at least take these shoes off first before I go heading downstairs.”
As you sit down and start taking your shoes off, you and Helen start to hear noise from outside. The both of you go over to the window to take a peek.
You and Helen see several figures crawling under the truck blocking the broken front gate or trying to climb the fence. The ones that have gotten in are loping in a wild jerky like motion. They’re also screaming, howling and making inhuman sounds. From your vantage point they LOOK human, but they’re certainly not acting like it.
Then the door swings open causing both you and Helen to jump a bit. It’s Veronica with a gun in hand.
“What the hell are you two doing in here, dyking it out? Don’t you know we’re being attacked by zombies?” Veronica exclaims.
“I was trying on my wedding dress, thank you very much and we only just saw the freaks outside, so they are zombies?” you say.
“Yeah, I mean…I dunno if they are. Maybe they’re just rabid humans or something, but they’re gnashing their teeth, moaning and coming at us like something out of a horror movie. We need all the help we can get to repel these things!”
“We’ll be ready in a moment.” You say.
“Well hurry up or else there isn’t going to be a wedding. We’re having a hard time trying to…”
A loud crashing noise followed by gunfire is heard from downstairs.
“Shit! That sounded close! I gotta go!” Veronica shouts and you hear her run off.
Well at least it looks like Bobby’s finally lit a fire under his relative’s asses to pull their weight around here.
“(Sigh) Fucking zombies. Of course this day HAD to get worse…” you say shaking your head.
“Suzy, we need to hurry to go help Bobby.” Helen says pointing out the obvious.
“Yeah, hold on let me just get something.”
You go to Bobby’s clothing drawer to get the spare gun he mentioned yesterday.
“Hey, what about me?” Helen asks.
“Well, just grab a blunt object! Unplug that desk lamp and use that to bash those freaks’ heads in I guess.”
“Suzy, I don’t really want to argue, but do you even know how to use a gun properly? Maybe you should give me the gun and you just stay behind me.”
“What? I’m not giving you the gun! And for your information my older brother Ben DID show me how to shoot a gun…a few times.”
“A few times…Suzy, I was taught to fire a gun, aim and everything else before I was ten. I’m just saying in a situation like this, it might be best if I have the gun, I’m sure when we get to the others, Bobby will give you another one of his.” Helen remarks.
“Yeah and in the mean time I’m fucking defenseless.”
“You won’t be! I’ll protect you and I think you can count on that.” Helen says.
Helen’s insistence on wanting the gun is making you even more paranoid in this already fucked up situation. In the back of your mind you can’t help but think she’s going to shoot you even though the pair of you are supposed to be cool with each other. Of course it’s possible she’d just feel safer with the gun in her hand.
You don’t actually know if she’s a better shot than you, though you aren’t exactly a highly skilled sharp shooter. Especially after failing to hit Diana during your scuffle yesterday.
Grandma Morningstar may or may not have been right about your “flexible” sexuality, but even if she was, you are still not fucking Helen just because you feel sorry for her or on some whim!
Besides, you’re about to marry Bobby and you made a damn commitment. You can’t just be fucking his sister, hours before the wedding. Maybe nobody else in this family has any much sense of “social mores” but that’s just wrong as far as your concerned. And even if Bobby WAS okay with it, you’re already making enough sacrifices for him and giving in to his possible secret desires for a harem aren’t part of that plan. You’re the only one and that’s that. You don’t fucking share.
You enter the bathroom and go through your usual routine of showering and such. Afterwards you finally get around putting on the “wedding dress.”
The first thing you do is look at the dress before putting it on and wondering if it’s going to be bigger in the chest area. While you’re not lacking in that region, you’ve met Bobby’s grandmother (in dream form anyway) and she’s got at least another couple cup sizes on you. In fact her body type back in her prime was more of an old school 1950s pinup girl hourglass figure than your own “petite” size.
The funny thing is, as soon as you put it on, it seems to fit perfectly to your own body. The material isn’t any sort of spandex or stretchy material, it’s silk like Helen said, but given Bobby’s family’s strangeness, you have to wonder if it’s…magical?
“Magical underwear.” You scoff; shaking your head in half disbelief you’re even considering it. Not surprisingly the stockings AND the shoes fit you perfectly as well.
Yeah, Grandma Morningstar probably had all this stuff weaved by a giant magical spider voodoo priest or some shit because it doesn’t make sense that any of this stuff would fit you so well.
Regardless of its origins, you do feel pretty comfortable despite looking like a Hollywood streetwalker. The heels don’t even hurt your feet, though you’re still a little unsteady on them due to not being used to wearing such things. Let alone these being stilettos.
The last time you wore heels was when Uncle Ed made you wear stripperiffic clothing with the intent to lure Bobby and his dad into the woods where he could kill them. While everything turned out for the best because you met Bobby that fateful night, the part with Uncle Ed still gives you the shivers just thinking about it.
You look at yourself in the mirror one more time, before leaving the bathroom.
“Well Suzy, you might look like a whore in this thing, but at least you look like a high priced one.” You say to yourself.
When you exit the bathroom Helen stands up and looks at you.
“Oh my. You’re…you’re…so beautiful looking. I knew it would fit you perfectly.” Helen gushes.
“Yeah I am pretty hot looking in this get up. Shit, still can’t balance on these heels though.” You say.
“Hmm, well maybe you can dispense with those. I mean I’d hate for you to fall down the stairs when we go show everyone how you look. Maybe we should take some pictures!” Helen says approaching you.
“What? I thought I was just putting it on as a test drive as it were. While I won’t deny this stuff feels pretty comfortable on my skin that I don’t mind wearing it, I sort of don’t want to be walking around the house with it on until show time. Besides everyone can see how awesomely sexy I am then.”
“I think they should see you now. It’ll raise the spirits around here seeing you dressed like this.” Helen remarks as she begins touching your arm.
“Well it’ll raise something with the males around here when they see me of course. Not sure about the ladies of this house, though you’re getting a little too close there Helen.”
“Oh please? At least go show Bobby. I know he’d like to see you.” Helen says ignoring your previous remark about invading your personal space.
“I’m sure he’s really busy right now, besides isn’t it bad luck for me to see him right before the wedding?”
“Oh you’re thinking of those silly traditions for other weddings. That’s not the case here. Come on I’ll take you to him.” Helen says and at this point is pulling on your hands almost causing you fall.
“Hey! I nearly fell! I told you already that you’re too damn close!” you snap.
Helen immediately backs away and looks down submissively.
“I’m sorry Suzy. I didn’t mean to violate your personal space.”
“(Sigh) It’s fine Helen…just calm down a bit and let me at least take these shoes off first before I go heading downstairs.”
As you sit down and start taking your shoes off, you and Helen start to hear noise from outside. The both of you go over to the window to take a peek.
You and Helen see several figures crawling under the truck blocking the broken front gate or trying to climb the fence. The ones that have gotten in are loping in a wild jerky like motion. They’re also screaming, howling and making inhuman sounds. From your vantage point they LOOK human, but they’re certainly not acting like it.
Then the door swings open causing both you and Helen to jump a bit. It’s Veronica with a gun in hand.
“What the hell are you two doing in here, dyking it out? Don’t you know we’re being attacked by zombies?” Veronica exclaims.
“I was trying on my wedding dress, thank you very much and we only just saw the freaks outside, so they are zombies?” you say.
“Yeah, I mean…I dunno if they are. Maybe they’re just rabid humans or something, but they’re gnashing their teeth, moaning and coming at us like something out of a horror movie. We need all the help we can get to repel these things!”
“We’ll be ready in a moment.” You say.
“Well hurry up or else there isn’t going to be a wedding. We’re having a hard time trying to…”
A loud crashing noise followed by gunfire is heard from downstairs.
“Shit! That sounded close! I gotta go!” Veronica shouts and you hear her run off.
Well at least it looks like Bobby’s finally lit a fire under his relative’s asses to pull their weight around here.
“(Sigh) Fucking zombies. Of course this day HAD to get worse…” you say shaking your head.
“Suzy, we need to hurry to go help Bobby.” Helen says pointing out the obvious.
“Yeah, hold on let me just get something.”
You go to Bobby’s clothing drawer to get the spare gun he mentioned yesterday.
“Hey, what about me?” Helen asks.
“Well, just grab a blunt object! Unplug that desk lamp and use that to bash those freaks’ heads in I guess.”
“Suzy, I don’t really want to argue, but do you even know how to use a gun properly? Maybe you should give me the gun and you just stay behind me.”
“What? I’m not giving you the gun! And for your information my older brother Ben DID show me how to shoot a gun…a few times.”
“A few times…Suzy, I was taught to fire a gun, aim and everything else before I was ten. I’m just saying in a situation like this, it might be best if I have the gun, I’m sure when we get to the others, Bobby will give you another one of his.” Helen remarks.
“Yeah and in the mean time I’m fucking defenseless.”
“You won’t be! I’ll protect you and I think you can count on that.” Helen says.
Helen’s insistence on wanting the gun is making you even more paranoid in this already fucked up situation. In the back of your mind you can’t help but think she’s going to shoot you even though the pair of you are supposed to be cool with each other. Of course it’s possible she’d just feel safer with the gun in her hand.
You don’t actually know if she’s a better shot than you, though you aren’t exactly a highly skilled sharp shooter. Especially after failing to hit Diana during your scuffle yesterday.