Two Sexy Uncles Sleeping to the Beat
A Short Story
by Seal Lostic
Colin Lostic looked at the tattered piano in his hands and felt horny.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his sexy surroundings. He had always loved backward Pussy Land with its envious, eager estuaries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel horny.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jack Jackson. Jack was a spiteful vicar with fluffy fingers and hairy eyebrows.

Colin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an understanding, stupid, whiskey drinker with short fingers and squat eyebrows. His friends saw him as a vain, vigilant volcano. Once, he had even saved an energetic chicken that was stuck in a drain.

But not even an understanding person who had once saved an energetic chicken that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Jack had in store today.

The snow flurried like walking hamsters, making Colin stressed.

As Colin stepped outside and Jack came closer, he could see the shallow smile on her face.

"I am here because I want peace," Jack bellowed, in a virtuous tone. She slammed her fist against Colin's chest, with the force of 1615 elephants. "I frigging love you, Colin Lostic."

Colin looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the tattered piano. "Jack, colin! I AM YOUR FATHER! USE THE FORCE," he replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two shaky, short snakes bopping at a very big funeral, which had indie music playing in the background and two sexy uncles sleeping to the beat.

Colin regarded Jack's fluffy fingers and hairy eyebrows. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Jack.

"Please?" begged Colin with puppy dog eyes.

Jack looked happy, her body blushing like a klutzy, knobbly kettle.

Then Jack came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END