This is a harem fantasy exploring a naive teen's evolution after finding a magical necklace.
It is going to be sci-fi, first time, loving wives, mature, Asian, mind control, incest, reluctance, group sex, anal. Not expecting too much BDSM, and any cuckolding will be on the mild side. There will be some Protestant religion woven into the mix.
Everyone will be over 18.
This first installment is focused on the first half of day 1, and mostly covers setup and character development.
The sex starts on page 2 in the section entitled "GETTING THE DEPOSIT".
My personal criticisms of this work are many, but I think a major flaw is that there isn't any bacon references. I plan to fix that in future chapters.
I will edit and resubmit chapters to fix errors and improve story line.
This is the 2nd rev of chapter 1. Thanks for the comments.
*** Good Morning ***
Caleb woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the clock.
Geez. I overslept,
he thought.
It was 7:30am, and he wanted to be at the auction by eight.
Caleb had recently got caught up with the storage locker auction fever. He had been watching the shows on cable where they buy lockers and sell the valuable items in them to make money. It was like a mystery box waiting to be unwrapped. Tell him what he's won Don Pardo. And today was the day. The day of his first live auction.
Caleb pulled on some jeans and a plain green t-shirt, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Walking through the kitchen, Caleb bumped into his mom. She was situated near the entryway, bending over at the waist to pick up some coins that had fallen on the floor. His pelvis and morning wood pressed gently into her rear end threatened to knock her forward onto her knees.
"Caleb!" she exclaimed, as she attempted to keep from tipping over.
Caleb grabbed her hips to prevent her tumbling which caused them to bump nether regions once again.
Caleb's eyes bored into her curvaceous ass. Ever since Caleb had started noticing girls, he had had to work hard not to notice how pretty his mom was. He was raised in a conservatively religious family, and he knew this was breaking some serious rules, but he couldn't help it. It felt euphorically good, but he really didn't want to go to hell. So he bounced between hormone induced highs followed by guilt fueled lows. At some level, he had started associating guilt with the pleasure in a way that enhanced the sweetness of it.
"Oh, sorry Mom. I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I didn't see you there."
She stood up quickly and turned to greet him with a red face. "It's OK. I'm fine."
The situation was really awkward for both mother and son. Darcy, the mother, tried to collect herself so she could deliver the speech she had been preparing all morning.
"You're up early for a Saturday. Does that mean you still plan to go to that auction?"
And now as Caleb faced his mom, he had to work hard not to let his eyes lower to his mother's disturbingly tempting breasts. When he bumped into her, it caused her breasts to readjust themselves so they were sitting higher in her bra, and it caused some cleavage which was very uncharacteristic for his mother. She dressed feminine, but definitely not sexy in any way.
He caught himself from staring and replied, "Yes, but I'm a little late. I'm just going to grab a cheese stick and a glass of milk. Can I have the keys to the truck?"
"Just a second Caleb, I've been giving this some thought."
Whatever it was, Caleb knew he didn't like it already. Caleb's mom was always worrying about something, and it seemed like it was usually about him.
"I don't want you going there on your own. Since your dad thinks it is such a great idea to try and do something that shows some gumption, I think he should go with you to keep you out of trouble."
"But Mom," Caleb whined.
"I have already discussed it with him, and he seems more than happy to go. Your dad is out in the garage right now futzing around wondering when you are going to get up." Caleb had lived a very sheltered life, and he had built up a reserve of passive aggressive resentment for the lack of freedom. The smothering from his mother was starting to get to him.
Caleb whined, "Mom, I'm eighteen and I can take care of myself. Please don't make Dad go with me. I wanted to do this on my own."
"Caleb, I don't want to hear about it. Either he takes you, or you can stay home."
Mom's word was final. She was the family matriarch, and she largely ruled the roost.
"Fine," Caleb said with a harrumph.
"And give me a call when you're done, Caleb. Remember we have a potluck supper at church, and your sister has to get there early for choir practice. I was hoping you could drive her." His sister was nineteen, but she didn't have her license yet. She didn't really need one. Their parents doted on her, and her boyfriend, Brad, would drive her where ever she liked. She had them all wrapped around her finger. Actually, she also had Caleb wrapped around her finger, he just wouldn't admit it.
"What about Brad?"
"I guess that Brad's family is visiting his grandparents this week end."
"OK, I can take her. I should be back by four."
"And have you started studying for your history test on Tuesday?"
"Yes Mom. I put in a couple of hours last night."
"Well, I'd like to see you study for at least a couple of more hours this week end. You can't start letting your grades slip. Otherwise, we'll need to get you a tutor."
"Sure Mom."
He would say anything to get out of there at this point. He just wanted to get to the auction. So after pounding a glass of milk, he grabbed a stick of string cheese, and headed out to the garage to meet up with his dad.
His dad greeted him, "Good morning sleepy head. Ready for the auction? I have a few suggestions. We can go over them on the drive over."
Caleb sighed, gritted his teeth, and got into the passenger seat of the red Ford pickup truck.
Caleb's dad had a lot of suggestions about strategy for the auction. It made for a long fifteen minute car ride. He wanted to be a good son so he pretended to listen and nodded and mostly zoned out. His dad seemed more excited than he did.
His dad was always supportive, but Caleb felt like he went over the top. He didn't really give him a chance to do things on his own.
*** Auction ***
When they got to the auction, there was a pretty good amount of people there, certainly more than Caleb was used to seeing on the TV shows. He had five hundred bucks burning a hole in his pocket, and he was worried that his limited bank roll would mean that he would go home empty handed. He really didn't want that to happen. But, he had been coached into a game plan by his dad. "Take it easy. Watch for an opening. Don't get caught in a bidding war. Watch and learn. Live to fight another day."
Of course, with the best of intentions, Caleb got his ass handed to him on the first unit. He started bidding because no one else would. He thought he could get this one cheap. The unit had some boxes and plastic bags. It didn't look that promising. The unit had a bad smell to it. But Caleb just wanted to get a unit.
Caleb got caught up in the excitement despite his dad's efforts to reel him in. The veteran buyers bid him up to his limit. Caleb was pretty easy to read.
The auctioneer said, "SOLD for five hundred to the young buck!"
Caleb then realized that he had spent all of his money on a unit with nothing of value in sight. His dad seemed disconcerted and uncomfortable. He felt a little embarrassed for his son, and he wished Caleb had remembered some of the strategies they had discussed. His dad was always over coaching, and somehow made Caleb feel inferior, rather than helping him find his own legs and build his own confidence. He was a good person, but he had a hard time letting Caleb figure things out on his own.
"Hey Caleb, so what do you think?"
A veteran walking over to the next auction site yelled out "NOOB!" Some of the other veteran guys chuckled and shook their heads.
Caleb was visibly unhappy.
"Dad, I would rather not talk about it."
His dad respected his wishes, put his hands in his pockets, looked down at his shoes, and sighed.
Caleb sulked over to the office.
*** Office ***
The girl behind the counter was pretty cute. She had shoulder length raven hair pulled back in a pony tail. This hairstyle featured her freckled, pixie face. She wore more make-up and less clothing than Caleb was used to. She wasn't much over five feet tall, and she wasn't much older than Caleb.
She was wearing a black spaghetti tank top that put her shelf and accompanying cleavage on display. Caleb was always tongue tied around pretty girls (even his family). He thought it would be best to avoid the temptation, so he tended to avoid looking at pretty girls when he could.
She reached for Caleb's auction slip, looked at it, and smirked.
"Ah, the noob," she chuckled, at his expense.
Caleb grimaced. "Oh, you heard that?"
She nodded and responded "Yeah, seems like we have been getting more 'noobs' lately because of the shows on cable. Don't take it personal. The guys just try to discourage them from coming back."
Caleb just wanted to forget about it. He took out a wad of bills from his pocket and handed it to her.