Chapter 22: The Reboot

The Magnolia Motel was as inconspicuous to the edges of Arcadia as Spanish Moss clinging to massive Louisiana Oaks. The building was long, housing a dozen studio-style rooms. The exterior had been freshly whitewashed with pillars identifying the edges of each room. There were only two other vehicles in the parking lot when Willow pulled in and parked in front of room three. She took a moment to catch her breath, excitement now lingering miles behind her. Chase was barely coherent, though still conscious.

“Come on Chase, time to get inside.” Willow had his door open and nudged him. Chase looked up, said nothing. But he did pull himself from the vehicle. Together they inched forward, Willow continuing as Chase’s crutch. She unlocked the door.

Chase collapsed on the bed.

“Of course,” Willow muttered. The large man, his body splayed wide occupied the only bed in the room.

Willow leaned against the door frame to catch her breath as she looked at Chase’s unconscious body.

“Heavy...motherfucker...” she breathed. “Now...what the fuck...do I do...with you?”

It took thirty minutes, but Willow found a twenty-four-hour superstore where she stocked up on medical aides and water. When she got back to the motel room, she dragged Chase into the bathroom, stripped him, and then eased him into the bath tub.

She tore off her own sweat soaked outfit and climbed in with him. Willow propped his sleeping frame against the back of the tub, before washing her own body. The water managed to hit his, and he groaned a few times, but his eyes stayed shut. She watched with great interest as his cock grew erect at one point, and pointed up at her.

“No wonder she drove down here to find you,” she laughed.

After drying off, Willow placed a straw in a bottle of water, and slid it between his lips. She watched with some sadness as his impressive erection disappeared.

“Good, it was too distracting anyway.” She said before cleaning, then dressing his wounds.

Chase woke up as she wrapped a towel around him. With her help he managed to get into the bed, before passing out again.

She opened a bottle of water, before crushing several aspirin and dropping the powder inside. Willow placed the straw between his lips, encouraging him to drink. Once started, Chase quickly finished the rest.

She then slipped on a robe and sat at a table before calling her boss only to get his voicemail again.

“I got him,” she said as Chase lay snoring quietly. “He came out on the right side of a gator fight. Bruised and bloody, but he’s alive and resting. I fixed him up and gave him some water. I also have pictures of the two women. I’ll send them in a text.” When she finished her message Willow hung up.

“Rachel,” Chase groaned and Willow watched his cock perk up, and grow even longer and thicker than before.

“Chase honey, you have a nice cock,” she said.

Chase didn’t reply.

“You know what you need,” she stood and took a jar of petroleum jelly with her as she sat on the bed and rubbed a copious amount on both hands. “A nice massage to ease away your tension.”

She reached under his towel, and took his thick cock into her hands and massaged the Vaseline in. She gently stroked. Lavishing in the feel of his pulsating veins. She stroked up, and watched a small drop of cum form on his head, before running down his shaft.

“Looks like you like this Chase.” She whispered into his ear. Her right hand drifted down, parting her robe. She pressed finger to her gentle mound, caressed, to pleasure herself. She continued to stroke his shaft, pulling out clear juices with each stroke. “I know I do.

Her time with Bridgette left her wanting more, and Willow felt her own explosion quickly start its ascent while his impressive cock grew harder.

“Oh damn baby, you and this fat cock are making me come.”

She kept her eyes on his cock, feeling it grow more ridged with each slow stroke. She let it go, and watched it stand straight and proud, pulsating on its own, while her fingers danced across her sex.

Willow felt her explosion seeking to burst free, but she held it in, and took his cock back in hand. She dragged her hand up and down his length and before long, he grunted Rachel’s name before a surge of his hot thick cum flowed, spurting onto her hand and her arm.

“Shit,” she squeezed her eyes and slid two fingers inside of her imagining the explosion that was still warm on her soft skin. She dropped her head back, fingers between her legs, and the other hand sliding on Chase’s abdominal muscles. “I just need another…” a moan reverberated from her lips. “I’m almost…I’m… I’m…” Willow let a squeal of excitement out. She squeezed her legs tightly together. Her stomach cramped as he muscles spasmed.

“Now that’s a nice way to get to know each other,” she allowed her head to fall back against his. She leaned forward and gave his cum covered cock a quick kiss. She looked up and found him staring back at her.

“I’ll say,” he replied. A curious look was on his face, but he showed no sign of regret.

Lenora stood behind the bar, tossing back shots of tequila when Bridgette stormed in the front door. After spying Willow dash away with Chase she led the gators back to the water and called her sister. Bridgette must’ve been heading to Jackson’s. It’s where she went when she needed a release. But there was more to their relationship lately. These out -of-towners were causing problems Arcadia hadn’t seen in decades. Not that they would cause too much of an issue, it’s just that Lenora didn’t like not having the upper hand. Simply killing them seemed to be less exciting than it used to be. She wondered if it was time to delve into past exploits. Something more permanent than death.

“And just what the fuck was so important that I had to drag myself away from a nice hot bath?”

Lenora tossed the wallet without turning to face her sister. “Chere, we have a problem.”

Bridgette caught the wallet, and tossed it into a trash can just inside the kitchen. “No we don’t,” she replied. “He’s dead. Old Pappy got him.”

“No, he got Pappy. Junior and Champs tried to get him, but he got away. Our photographer from the other day, your girl, escaped with him.”

“Son of a bitch. How? I don’t understand. We saw Pappy. Where is he?”

“With your new fuck buddy,” Lenora snapped downing another shot.

Bridgette was quiet for a second before she sat next to her sister and grabbed the bottle.

“I was drinking that.” Lenora snapped snatching it back.

“You sure it was her?”

“Saw her with my own eyes.

“I’m disappointed. She had such a sweet pussy.” Bridgette pouted.

“So?”

“So what?”

“So what the fuck are we gonna do?” Lenora snapped. “He’s seen too much. If that man talks…”

Bridgette shrugged. “If is a big word Chere. Besides, he won’t leave without his precious fiancé. Now pass me that bottle and relax. All we have to do is wait for the fly to come to the spider.”

“And then?”

Bridgette sighed. “And then we do what we always do.”

Lenora leaned over and took the bottle from Bridgette’s hand. “Well, it’s been some time, but maybe we can start earlier this time.” Lenora took a swig of the beer. A smile rolled her thin lips.

“You can’t mean?”

“I do.”

“It is much too soon. We are at least five years from needing a reboot.”

“We don’t know that, Bridgette. We don’t know how long we must wait.”

Bridgette shook her head. “We do know. It is very clear. Once every one hundred years.”

“That is only speculation.”

“There are consequences, Chere.”

“We don’t know that.”

“Are you afraid? My sister is the tough one. My sister is the strong one. My sister is the one to be feared. You cannot tell me that in all of this time you are afraid and yet the impulsive sister, the half-hinged sister, holds the balls in our family.”

“Lenora. Let us go to the catacombs. Let us read the ancient texts. Perhaps, there is more that we do not yet understand. Only then shall we consider the reboot.”

Lenora seemed satisfied with the response.

“There is something more.”

Lenora took another swig of the beer. “What is that?”

“Ellie. The woman, Rachel has seen her. Ellie is making herself visible again.”

“I see. Our little sister has always been such a pain.”

“Maybe you should not be so hard on her. After all, she is a consequence of the reboot.”

“Not our fault. Mom’s fault. She should have never let Ellie…” Lenora let it go. It was all in the past. Nothing that could be done anymore.

Lenora glanced out of a window of Theroit’s. Staring in was the ghostly appearance of their younger sister. Ellie and her pigtails looked in on them.

Lenora’s eyes never left the ethereal visage of Ellie. “Let us swap…You, me and Jackson. Rachel, Willow, and Chase.”

“Only if the ancient texts allow it.”

Lenora agreed, “Yes. If not, then we take care of them my way.”

Bridgette stood and took a beer from the refrigerator. She snapped the cap off on the edge of the bar and let foam roll over the back of her hand. She walked to Lenora and they tapped the stems of their bottles together, “Agreed” Bridgette replied.