DISCLAIMER: I don't have or own any rights to Boy Meets World. I am just trash that enjoys writing filth.
WARNING!! THIS CHAPTER MAY HAVE UNSUITABLE CONTENT OF A SEXUAL MATTER.
The following morning at the alarming hour of six, the young Matthews and their weekend guests were feeling rather ill. Together they huddled around the kitchen table sipping on lukewarm coffee trying to ignore the drum in their throbbing skulls. Corey leaned over to Topanga and whispered in her ear: "My head is killing me," Being the stronger the two Topanga rubbed her temples and agreed with a long sigh.
Amy and Alan descended down the stairs and the group respectfully sat up in their seats as they entered the kitchen. Amy looked at their sour faces and rolled her eyes while she poured herself and Alan a cup of coffee.
"Have a good night, kids?" she said handing a warm cup of coffee to Alan. The group answered with a very weary yes. Alan picked up the morning paper and started flipping through it to the sports section.
"Amy leave them alone their just being young," he said between sips of coffee. "Isn't that right, Jack?" Jack lifted his head meeting Alan's glaze and smiled yes.
"Hmm…I'm so tired this morning," Amy groaned taking some articles from the newspaper Alan had already discarded.
"We didn't wake you?" Topanga asked looking at Amy.
"No, I was just lying there most of the night," Amy answered. "Just couldn't stop thinking about things, you know." Topanga nodded her head. "I have so many things to do this morning,"
"What do you need to do?" Shawn yawned at Amy.
"Well, I have to get Morgan off to school," Amy said mentally going through her list of things to do. "Then I have to pick up some suits from the drycleaners and do some other little errands for my boss before work,"
"I can take Morgan to school," Topanga offered.
"Would you?" Amy asked sounding relieved Topanga nodded her head. "With her the only trick is to make sure she actually goes in the building," Alan raised his eyebrows from behind the paper.
"Kid needs to be whipped trying to run off like that," Alan said irritation ringing through his deep voice. "Can't make it anywhere if you don't go to school,"
Amy took another sip from her coffee and nervously looked at her wristwatch.
"Damn it, I need to go" Amy said after looking at the time. "Topanga, she needs to be there by eight. Bye kids," before leaving she kissed everyone on the head and made a quick exit.
As if just noticing his surroundings Eric perked up and looked at Jack.
"I'm starving lets go get some grub," Eric leaned back in chair and drummed his fingers on his noisy belly. "How about diner food?"
"Sure," Jack simply answered. Alan put down the newspaper and walked over the sink with his cup.
"Eric," Alan said with his back to him while he ran water over the cup. "My truck has been acting up is there anyway you could give your old man a ride to the store?"
"No problem," Eric answered getting up from his chair.
"Will you need a ride home?" Jack asked looking intently upon Alan. Alan turned around slowly smiling at Jack.
"No, wife's got me covered," he replied to him. Jack continued to stare looking a little disappointed. Eric looked at them both uneasily for a moment.
"Then lets go," Eric announced taking out the rental keys moving towards the door. Jack stood up shyly and walked over to the door and waited for Alan. Then they both took their exits.
Suddenly, Topanga stood up with a jolt and ran to the door. "Shit, I left my purse in his car," she explained on her way out. Corey and Shawn looked at each other from across the table and snickered.
"How you feeling?" Corey asked looking at Shawn.
"Good, I guess," Shawn answered then his expression changed. "Last night was strange," Shawn's thoughts drifting towards the driveway and Morgan suddenly he couldn't look at Corey in the eye.
"Yea," Corey agreed unaware they both couldn't stop thinking about Morgan. "I guess it's never the same coming back home,"
"That's not it…" Shawn started, but was interrupted by the familiar sound of heavy shoes thudding against the weakness squeaky floorboard.
Morgan stood at the top of the stairs looking down at them both her blue eyes surprisingly not covered in a heavy layer of eyeliner. Patiently, she waited for Corey to leave the room knowing all to well the discomfort between them.
As if moved by a force Corey hastily stood up and appeared to be very uncomfortable which confused Shawn who didn't dare to move his eyes up to the stairs. Shawn didn't know what caused him to have such disgusting thoughts about Morgan, but he wasn't about to give into them. Even though he could already feel between his legs start to stiffen. Nervously, Shawn wrapped his hand around Corey's arm.
"Hey, where you going?" Shawn anxiously asked his eyes seemed desperate. Corey looked up the stairs and back at Shawn.
"Umm," Corey mumbled. "I have to go to the bathroom," He sighed and freed himself of Shawn's hand and quickly fled the room. Shawn didn't know how he knew, but he could sense Morgan smiling. Moments later he seen her slowly emerge from the stairs and then paused at the last step intently looking at him.
"How are we feeling this morning?" she asked sweetly. Shawn timidly looked at her now unable to stop watching. The morning sun crept through the window behind her and even though it filled the room it did not seem to touch Morgan. She remained in the dark mysteriously filtering out the light.
"Just a little hung over," Shawn answered wringing his hand together under the table. "Didn't sleep very well last night," She moved closer her chopped hair was now even and it appeared she had curled the tips framing her face with golden ringlets.
"I usually never sleep very well," she answered pouring a cup of coffee for herself. Looking at her now Shawn could see the dark purplish circles under her eyes.
"Me either," Shawn agreed. "College and all," his voice childishly cracking just like it would when he'd get scared as a little boy. Embarrassed, he coughed into his hand.
"Mmm…" Morgan responded as she moved towards him setting the cup delicately on the table before sitting down. Then she looked up at him, and by the expression on her clean face he grew apprehensive. "I saw you last night," she whispered. The way he watched her lips move he could feel his heart beat hungrily in his chest. "I saw you staring at me, and I was…" she trailed off and leaned over the table closer to his ear where she whispered: "I was staring at you,"
Shawn repulsed, moved away from her. He furrowed his brow and angrily shook his head. "No, that isn't what happened," he sternly told and almost shouted at the girl. She just giggled and moved around the table kneeling before him. "Its not right so leave it be," Moving the table back with the strength in her back Morgan placed her hands on the arms of his chair. "I'm warning you, cut it out,"
"Recently, I have discovered a few things my darling. First, that innocence in itself is fleeting state of being. Others often try to keep their innocence since it is a sister to purity. Purity is also a state of being that is so elated and beautiful people like you will always strive to maintain it. However, I've come to realize that filth and perversion is a welcoming and warm second skin," her young face seemed to be transformed and her words became spellbinding to Shawn. She smiled and put herself sternly in his lap rocking back and fourth gently arising his member before continuing. "I have also come to realize several things about myself the main being that I power to bring this new flesh of depravity to the surface. Not only do I have the power, but I have a desire to that is so deeply ingrained in me that if I resisted I believe it would kill me," She stroked the top of his brow and sucked on his lower lip thrusting her hips deeper dominating his lower body.
"Why?" he groaned feeling the warmth grow between his legs and the desire fill his loins while he moved his hands towards her bottom groping desperately. "This isn't right," he could feel guilt rising up through his stomach such a tightness he couldn't ignore. He wanted to push her off of him make her stop talking about such awful, sinful things, yet she was making him come so closer to a pleasure he hadn't felt since he lost Angela. "This isn't right," he repeated. Suddenly, either strength or revolt took over and he pushed her off of him, finally. He looked up at the ceiling panting and put his hands through his hair trying to calm himself, trying to not throw up at what just occurred. When he looked down Morgan who still was laying on the ground where he threw her smiling to herself laughing silently at him. "Your disgusting you know that," he scolded her feeling rage and sadness take over him.
"There once was a frog and snake who needed to cross a great river. The snake said ride upon my back while you paddle your feet and this way we will over come the torrent. The frog replied I won't ride upon your back you'll use the chance to kill me. The snake promised the frog he wouldn't kill him so they started to cross the river," Morgan's small body against the linoleum trembled slightly while her eyes remained dark and barren. "Mid in the river the snake turned and bite the frog. The frog cried why did you kill me now we both will die. The snake simply replied because it is my nature,"
Suddenly the kitchen door flew open and Topanga hurriedly strolled in.
"Sorry, I'm late but I decided to get breakfast with the boys and then that piece of shit rental car broke down so I had to walk all the way back over here," she dropped her purse on the counter and started digging through it to find her keys. "So we need to leave now so I can pick up your brother and take your dad to work. Are you ready?" Topanga then looked up to see Morgan laying on the ground and Shawn with his head hung low. "What's going on?" she asked raising a single eyebrow.
"I suddenly had a spell of fatigue," Morgan answered from the floor.
