Page 43 of The More the Merrier

NICKIE

PRESENT

Iwalked over to Gran’s dresser and patted the scrub cap I’d placed there shortly after I’d arrived on her doorstep. That man on the road had been so pretty. Like the rocking horse my daddy got me when I was five. I liked to ride that almost as much.

It was a shame I had to leave him out in the snow for the wolves. He was the reason I’d found Granny after all. His boot tracks had led me right to her. Otherwise I would have been lost in those woods. Running around, covered in his blood, with nowhere to go.

I sighed, stroking the bloody cap and letting the fond memory float around my brain and make my insides tingle.

“Mmm,” I moaned, jumping up on the bed and trailing my hands down to my dripping cunt. The boys were all asleep—except Rabbit Man and Soda Pop, who were still holed up in Granny’s knitting room. Maybe they’d come find me when they werefinished…

I started to make slow circles around my clit, but then a fly flew around my face and I gagged when one almost sneaked up my nose.

“Ick! Really, Gran?” I looked over at where she was resting on a pillow and swiped at the bugs buzzing around her open mouth.

“Shoo. Gobugsomeone else. Gran’s sleeping,” I scolded them and tucked the covers up over her neck a little tighter. “There you go.”

I gave her forehead a kiss, mindful of the knitting needle sticking out of her eyeball. Granny always did love to knit.

That was the problem, I suppose. She’d made it too easy. At least sissy had screamed. Gran just stared through me like she couldn’t see me until, well, she really couldn’t.

“Night, night, Gran. I have my boys to tend to. They’re good boys, aren’t they? You’d like them. I think I’ll keep them.”

And I meant it. I did like my boys. They each had their own quirks, and I enjoyed making them laugh and smile. And come. I enjoyedthat last onethe most. All of them except Doc. He was sleeping like Gran.

I’d never say it out loud but I was glad Dash wasn’t a doc. I’d hate to have to run him over too. Murses were much better. Murses patched you up and gave you candy. Docs were the ones always trying to get you to do stuff you didn’t want to do. Like take your meds and listen to their orders.

“Think I should keep them, Granny?” I asked, hopping to my feet and adjusting my picture to better fit in her frame.

It was my favorite. Given to me by my daddy the lasttime he’d come to visit. I’d kept it in my bra, along with the one he’d given me the time before that. I had to be careful with the scissors and glue but Gran and I looked good together. Much better than me and Sissy. We were a family now. A home.

A pair of shadows caught my eye from where they danced across the frosted window, and I rushed over and held a hand to the glass, rubbing away at the fog until I could see them more clearly. Soda Pop and Rabbit Man were headed this way. Those sneaky links musta crept out the door without me knowing.

But they were coming back for me. Just like I said they would.

Grabbing another old dress from Granny’s closet, I swiped it over my head and adjusted my boobies in the vanity mirror. Then, giving Gran one last look, I flipped off the light and waved before shutting the door and locking it back up to keep the bugs inside and away from my boys.

Nothing would hurt them now. They were mine.

I skipped towards the front door with a giggle, gripped the knob, and twisted. Eager to greet them. It was Christmas morning and Santa had brought me the best gift of all. Someone to play with.

Sure, ninesomeonescrammed together in a tiny cabin in the middle of the woods might not have been ideal, but like Granny always said, when it came to family… the more, the merrier.

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