sWitch

by Kat Blackthorne

For every shy soul who needs a confident and devastatingly good looking tattooed lesbian to rock their world.

was the storm cloud of the family—goth, with slicked back black hair, double lip piercings, a clipped tongue with a barbell, and leaning toward dark masculine and alternative witchy attire. I’d already filled two sleeves of tattoos from my apprenticeship at a local shop. If a new recruit wanted to ink or pierce me, I let them.

I could please her better than him, cock or no cock, fictionally or non-fictionally.

Too bad I was locked into a double date with my situationship, my crush, and my brother.

What would they think if they caught me in a movie theater with my face between my twin’s girlfriend’s thighs?

Better people with morals and ethics would have probably felt guilty after tongue-fucking the blue slushy underwear of their twin’s girlfriend in an empty movie theater on a double date. Let the record show, I wasn’t one of those better people with morals. It only made me want her more.

I was bubblegum and she was a storm cloud. But somehow, together…we were at ease, both outcasts in our own way— but together, we fit. At least, I felt so.

“Watch it, old man. Don’t you dare speak about Fauna like that. This fucking house burns like any other, and I will be the one lighting the match if you ever make her feel the slightest bit inferior again.”

You shine, Fauna. You deserve sparkles and pink and whatever the hell else you want in this life—and I want to make sure you have it.”

“Yeah, but I’m a better boyfriend to her than you were. And I bought you pizza.”

“Let me worry about that, princess. Let me worry about everything. In fact, I demand you give me each and every one of your fears and anxieties. They’re mine, just like you’re mine. Got it?”