Author's Note & Disclaimer: This is the first chapter of a commissioned story, so special thanks for the idea! As usual, this story contains graphic depictions of non-consensual sex and mind control and is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters depicted are over 18, and all events and people described are entirely fictional. Copyright 2021, Quiver. All rights reserved.
What Dwells Within
by Quiver
Chapter 1: Dream House
"Ready?" Ali asked with excitement as she looked out of the passenger window as they pulled up in front of their new house.
Scott looked over at his wife and gave her knee a little squeeze. "Yep, we finally made it. It'll be a long couple of days getting all of this crap unloaded though. I'm already exhausted from the drive."
"Well, good thing you got your brother to help out, then!" Ali replied, her giddiness continuing to radiate off of her as she gazed up at the house. She was still in shock that they had managed to find a place like this in their price range. It had been listed at below-market price, despite being absolutely stunning. Perfect place to start a family, something that was on Ali's mind more and more these days. Apparently turning thirty had exactly the effect on her everyone always said it would. But everything seemed to be coming together. Scott had a great job at the bank, and Ali was on track for a big promotion at her marketing firm. This house was the icing on the cake.
"When's he getting here, anyway?" Ali continued, brushing some debris off the front of her shirt, aware that her nipples were poking through the thin t-shirt material quite clearly. Her mind flashed briefly to thoughts of her husband's younger brother, and his tendency to stare at her chest when he was around. Her cheeks flushed at the thought.
"Oh, Michael?" Scott asked, distracted, as he pulled the first big crate from the backseat. "I think he said he'd be here tomorrow morning. Might be bringing a few of his buddies to help out. I told him I'd pay them back in beer and pizzas."
"Do you really think it's a good idea to be giving high schoolers alcohol?" Ali asked.
"What?" Scott replied. "They're all eighteen. They'll be in college soon enough, and they'll be drinking a lot more then. Plus, they're doing us a favor. It's what you do."
Ali nodded absently, her thoughts already back on the house. Ali smiled as she picked up a box to carry inside, the box squishing into her modest yet perky tits as she made her first of many trips into her new home.
Ali and Scott spent the day unloading their car and bringing the most important items into the house. Most important was setting up the bed so that they would have somewhere to crash after their first day of moving in. By the end of the day they were both completely exhausted, and fully aware that the heavy lifting would all start tomorrow when they had to break into the moving van to get the majority of their furniture.
After having a quick take-out meal, they both collapsed into their newly set up king-sized bed in their otherwise empty bedroom. Scott was quickly snoring, but Ali took her time as she drifted off to sleep, wanting to savor her first night in their new home. Her mind meandered from idea to idea, imagining all the possibilities this new house held for her.
She was still completely flabbergasted that they had found this place for such an affordable price. Their realtor had mentioned something about "motivated buyers" and insinuated that the couple who had lived here before were in the midst of a messy divorce. Whatever, Ali thought to herself. It was too bad about the previous tenants, but she was too excited to dwell on that. She had so much organizing and setting up to look forward to, not to mention the arrival of Scott's younger brother and his friends tomorrow.
Ali knew the effect she had on teenage boys. All men, really, not just the young ones. But as she moved through her late twenties and finally into her thirties, she was starting to really appreciate the attention of younger guys. Michael had always been a bit of a dork, but even so, Ali enjoyed feeling the heat of his gaze on her. She sometimes even fantasized about giving him his first blowjob or taking his virginity. She'd never act on it, but thinking about it made her feel desired. Something she'd been sorely missing of late.
Ali glanced over at Scott, who had rolled over on his side facing away from her, his breathing still indicating a fairly deep sleep. Scott still showed interest in his wife, but their sex life had definitely slowed down a bit after Scott entered his thirties. He'd been working a lot, and just generally seemed less "ready to go" all the time. Ali's sex drive only seemed to be getting stronger though. Slightly frustrated, Ali closed her eyes as the hard work of the day finally caught up with her, and her thoughts drifted off into the realm of dreams.
Ali woke to a hazy view of her new bedroom, her breath ragged and echoing in her ears. She looked around at all of the photos on the walls, photos of a happy couple. A gorgeous and fit brunette with a salt-and-pepper hunk of a man wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. Confused for a moment, Ali shook her head and looked again, seeing now only the empty walls and half-opened boxes that littered her bedroom. Scott was still snoring on the bed, fast asleep.
