This is a story that involves a bit of incest, though it is not the only theme. It is possible an evil creature, of some type, is involved in the story. It is strictly a sexual fantasy, if it is not your cup of tea, so be it. Read something else.
The Father's House (1998)
1. (December 18th)
Every year around Christmas, the Arendale family would travel to their late grandfather's mansion to spend Christmas together. The house has always been in great shape, almost as if by magic. The home was built in the 1890s, so one would think it would always be cold in the winter. Actually, the place was comfortable--never too cold or too warm. It helped that there were two fireplaces on the ground floor, one in the parlor and another in the back living room.
The first floor started with a parlor with beautiful wood furniture. A set of stairs on the left leads to the second and eventually the third floor of the beautiful home. The walls of the parlor and most of the bottom floor were inlaid with wood, and they were as beautiful as one would imagine the day the place was finished being built. The dining room was filled with antiques. Tanya, who was walking through the house to refamiliarize herself with the place, could not decide what to call some of them. It is obvious that the house is well taken care of, and the staff is professional and attentive to every detail.
The ground floor has two living rooms. The first was off the parlor to the left which was rarely used. A beautiful sofa, a love seat set, three side tables that are obviously antiques and probably worth thousands of dollars, along with other furniture, including a China cabinet and an old roll-top desk. The other living room is beyond the stairs, and to the back of the parlor. Behind the parlor is a ballroom connected to the kitchen. The kitchen stretches the entire length of the house with the main dining room. The dining room is centered by a large, hand-carved, mahogany table. Around that table a set of eight chairs, one at each end.
The kitchen had been expanded a couple of times, and all the original appliances in that kitchen had been replaced over the years with modern ones. Around the first living room are various cabinets, including a china cabinet with old implements that, even after inspection, Tanya did not know what the objects might be used for.
Beyond the stairs on the left of the parlor, was the second living room. It was here that the family gathered in the evenings, although no family members lived in the house the whole year. The room had two couches and two recliners, along with three tables that held lamps. The room was centered by a chandelier, and the fireplace lit most of the day, for it was winter.
One or more members of the family would sometime come here on vacation. Although they had been here as kids, Tanya and her sister were here for the Christmas season, for the first time. Tanya was here with her husband. Tracy's husband and kids were staying with their in-laws for the holidays. Tanya suspected some rift in her sister's marriage, but said nothing, waiting to see if her sister would broach the subject. Her own husband, Mark, kept telling her to stay out of Tracy's affairs, but Tanya was genuinely worried for her sister. Also, her own husband and she had drifted apart over the few years they had been married. Tanya was really tired of his aloofness but had decided not to cause discontent at Christmas time.
2. (still the 18th)
It was the middle of the evening, a week before Christmas. They had all been sitting around the living room talking about this and that when Tanya excused herself. "I am off to bed, ladies and gents. I am a bit tired this evening."
Mark replied, "I am going to stay up a bit more with the guys. Sleep well, love."
As Tanya headed up the stairs, she thought about the people that occupied the house this Christmas. There were the two maids, of course, Lila and Genoa. Both were locals and lived in the house year-round. There was also an older cook who only worked when the house had family staying there. It was for this reason, and because of the caretaker, Carlos, that the place was so well taken care of. They all joked about there being something in the water because both of the young ladies were pregnant. Each was in their first trimester, but they still worked as diligently as ever to keep the house in order. Carlos lived down the hill in a small house, and it was he who made sure any repairs due to weather or just the normal wear and tear an older house went through, were taken care of. The others in the house were herself, her sister, her sister's husband, her mother, and her great-uncle, the brother of the man who owned the house. The lady's grandfather had passed many years ago. Her younger sister and his boyfriend were also due to visit the following day.
Tanya's mother had gone to bed earlier in the evening, and as Tanya headed up the stairs, her sister also went to her room. Most of the bedrooms were on the third floor. Almost half of the second floor was taken up by the master bedroom, which was currently unoccupied. Since her grandfather had died, the room had not been used.
Tanya put on her night dress. She had brought along a couple of sexy nighties, hoping her husband and she could actually engage in some intimacy. Tanya is attractive. Brown hair and eyes, the same pretty features that all of the females in the family seemed to have. A long body, a flat tummy, sexy legs, and ass. She did not put on either of the sexy nighties; instead, she wore a plain white nightgown and unflattering plain underwear. She was climbing into the bed when something round fell off of the dresser and rolled underneath the bed. It was strange; there would be no reason for it to roll under the bed. There would be no reason for it to suddenly fall off the dresser all on its own.
Tanya climbed off of the bed and began to slither underneath, curious as to what the object might be. Surprisingly, it was not dusty or dirty underneath that bed. As it was dark underneath the bed, she saw nothing, so she slid herself even further underneath, trying to find the object. The space was narrow, and as her waist came to the edge of the bed, she suddenly had a feeling she was not alone in the room. She looked back, thinking maybe it was Mark but she was able to turn her head only slightly. Suddenly there was a very warm hand on her ass. Another hand began to pull her unsexy underwear down as she was held in place. The hand on her ass was very strong.
Next, she heard and felt her underwear being torn off of her body. Tanya assumed that it was her husband. She had never thought of him as this strong. Then, with the hand not holding her down, he began to spread her legs. Two fingers snaked into her opening and began to rub up and down her slit. For some reason, she did not say a word. She was shocked at the turn of events, for she did not understand why he would do this while she was under the bed, lying on the floor. She should be frightened, but she was mesmerized by what was happening. It was like being raped, but in truth, she was becoming extremely aroused. Particularly when he began slipping two fingers into and out of her love tunnel.
Tanya could not help herself. She began to moan. Her pussy was becoming very wet. Somehow, she realized, it was not her husband. For some reason, she did not fight what was happening to her. She spread her legs just a little bit wider. He, whoever he was, must have taken that as a signal of acquiescence. On a subconscious level she realized that whoever this was, he had complete control of her.
Next, she felt him straddle her upper legs and press his hardness against her opening. Slowly, he pushed his manhood into her, and again she moaned. It was hot. Hotter than any cock she had ever felt inside her. It felt so good as he penetrated her deeper and deeper. He seemed to take his time, enjoying penetrating her, relishing her very wet and warm pussy. She said nothing, but in seconds she was cumming around his hardness. It was one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to her.
Faster now, he began to pump his cock in and out of her. He didn't make a sound as he fucked her. Deeper and deeper he penetrated her. His body slapped against her, his wonderful cock reaching all the way into her now-wanton pussy. She had never had sex this way before. Her husband had always been so average, so normal. Missionary or her on top were the only positions they had very done. This was something different. His cock was different. Not bigger, not smaller. It just felt like nothing she had ever had inside her before. She could feel every ridge. She thought she could feel every vein. It was sexy and she was as aroused as she had ever been in her life. Her juices were slipping down her legs and onto the floor. He had pumped her over and over, and again she covered his manhood with her juices as she had a second orgasm.
