Nightmare Lovenest

Everyone having sex is over eighteen, some are centuries over, at least one is greater than a millennium over eighteen. Finally building up that harem, not enough sex though. some pretty incestuous stuff. Hope you enjoy my bemused ramblings written for

Pandemonium 2024 Author Challenge

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He sat in the huge corner office at the top of his five-story office building. He was unhappy. He ruled Middleton. His father and mother had been called the King and Queen, but all they did was throw parties for charity. Sadie Hawken's and Founder's Balls, No One Goes Hungry Dinner, the Evening with Pops to name a few. Disgusting!

His older sister was called a princess, but gave up the chance to be queen when she gave up the Nocwood name. Now she was a Lamb. Chanson Nightingale Lamb sounds like prey, not an alpha predator. She wasted six years at college and lost her divine right to rule. Pathetic!

He turned toward the window to survey his domain. He rarely came to work, but when he last looked down from his window the Bowles Centers I and II had been the tallest other structures on the landscape. Two large geodesic domes. Center I rose up to four stories in height. Bowles Center II ran into funding issues and only came to three floors tall. He had taken great

satisfaction that he caused the funding issues and eventual fire sale when they ruined his view. Emanuel Richards Inc. scooped them up for a bargain and somehow joined them together with the Nocwood Tower that rose to fifteen stories with its base loosely attached to the two domes.

The dome theme was carried over when the top stories of the tower mushroomed out in a reflection of the domes at the base. The architect had been heavily influenced by the Palomar Observatory. Designed to allow the dome to open exposing the penthouse to the open night sky. Once the tower was erected it became obvious how phallic the structure was. The seam in the dome resembled the male urinary meatus. Artistic photographs of white clouds that appeared to rise like spume ejected from the structure were already appearing.

From Albas' desk it felt like Nocwood Tower was flipping him off.

He would make Emanuel Richards bleed! He would have his sister's pet vampire tear Richards to shreds. He would crush anyone who dared to laugh at him...

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High School Days- Senior Year

Carl White was the quarterback for the Middleton Peckerwoods. Big and black, popular, smart, talented. Until recently he had pretty much ignored Manny, like most of Middleton. Being ignored was not that bad a deal. The folks who hated the Nockwoods seemed to have a free pass to torment Manny however they chose. By comparison, ignored is great.

"What are you drawing?" Carl asked. It was a sketch of the Bowles complex. Not as it stood, but as it would look once finished. Center I was almost done. It rose four stories in height. Center II would be the same height as the Nocwood Building. Middleton would finally have a skyline.

Carl grabbed the sketchbook for a better look, then lightly added the outline of a dildo rising behind the two balls before dropping the sketchbook back on the table.

"Hey what did you go and do that for?" The protest was uncharacteristic for Manny. He had been too bullied to ever push back until Stormy Withers made a man of him.

"Your work inspired me!" Carl claimed, flashing the biggest whitest smile in Middleton. "But if you can't tell it is an improvement, I drew lightly so you can erase it."

Bob Banks jumped into the discussion about the collaboration. Manny pushed back that it was not a collaboration, it was piracy. The guys were laughing and kidding around. Having friends was a new experience for Manny, he decided he wanted more when he left for college next week. The four high school seniors were killing time waiting for Stormy.

Art Lin had grabbed the sketch pad while the others were goofing around. He had a few years of graphic art and drafting under his belt and quickly embellished the tower that would pierce the heavens. The lines he threw down on the paper were surprisingly precise. In a few moments he had turned Manny's simple drawing into something resembling an architect's concept piece.

Bob added fluffy clouds to the sky and some trees near the balls that made you think of pubic hair. Manny called it architectural porn. It was now truly a collaboration.

They started debating if they should pull a chain when the cute basketball center arrived or if they should go for traditional group sex. It turned out the horny temptress hated discord and insisted on doing both.

When they cuddled with her in the warm afterglow of sex Stormy took a look at the drawing. "Hey! This tall building looks like a cock!"

Carl winked at Manny. "What are you talking about? The tower?" he sounded confused.

"I'm pretty sure it is supposed to be an apartment building." Bob joined in. "Manny worked hard on that." He was gently squeezing her tit as they looked at the picture.

"This part here is definitely the head of a penis." She said, but she was sounding less sure of herself as the five lovers were giving the work a dubious examination.

"I think that looks like the Palomar observatory." Art disagreed as he brushed a hand along her thigh.

Stormy was waffling. "You have to be kidding me! Am I the only one who thinks it looks like a cock?"

Bob decided to play along. "She's right! Its definitely my Johnson." He was uncircumcised, it definitely was NOT his cock. He waved at the domes. "And these are definitely your boobs!" Licking her right nipple to make a point.

"Boobs! What is wrong with you?!? They are balls!" Her core was starting to melt, she could feel warm juices start to flow from her pussy. She traced the phallus with her fingernail making all five of the guys shiver with rising sexual tension. I can't be the only one who sees it!" she insisted "This is the penis." She said while rubbing her middle finger up and down the shaft. "And these are the balls." She announced while lightly caressing the nut sack.

"Oh of course!"

"Definitely my gun."

"I see it now."

"Sure, if you say so."

"When you look at it that way, it does sort of resemble a dick."

The guys all began to quickly agree with Stormy, but in a manner that made it sound like they were all simply trying to appease her. Squinting and cocking their heads to the side as they critiqued it. While their attention was supposedly on the page, their hands had begun to freely roam over her body.

"Only Stormy would see my art work as architectural porn." Manny said with a sad smile.

"Oh, honey I didn't mean anything by it." She gave him a passionate kiss. In a moment they were rubbing and touching, kissing and squeezing, laughing and growling and rising again to ecstasy. Group sex was wonderful. The efforts of each one of the guys seemed to drive the others to greater heights and Stormy was the happy recipient of all their attention.

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Today

Chanson was looking at the large architectural design concept that hung in the lobby of the Nocwood Tower. It had been rendered by a professional firm, supposedly based on her baby brother's idea. The Geodesic Domes in the foreground made it seem very modernistic. The tower seemed heavily influenced by the art deco movement. The trees drawn at the base of the building gave you a sense of scale and majesty. The tiny figures grouped here and there outside gave a somewhat arrogant expression, as if the people this complex was designed to serve were insignificant.

Chanson's feet hurt even though it was still morning. She was wearing sensible flats, but that had not helped. She wished Eton was here to massage her legs and rub exotic scented oil on her poor tummy and boobs.

She was wearing a comfortable tan summer weight suit. She looked like a woman in her late twenties or early thirties. Light brown hair that had been startling light blond at birth and changed by the time she was five. Her eyes were true blue. She had a pleasant face that hid a highly intelligent mind.

She pressed her fists into her back and arched her body trying to relieve the dull ache at the base of her spine. This pressed her massive breasts against their confines and she felt her nipples squirting.

[Why the hell am I making milk before the girl is even born?] she asked herself again. Another fine silk blouse was going to be ruined. With her back arched her huge pregnant belly pressed against the row of buttons on the blouse as if seeking escape. Her formerly cute little 'innie' was now a fat 'outie' and was obvious poking up under the light silk fabric. Her doctor assured her it was probably not herniated but would not guarantee it would go back down after the baby.

Chanson was having trouble believing her mom, who she always thought of as a weak wimpy pampered princess, went through this process THREE times. Her mom was actually older than her when she had Manny, the baby.

She found herself staring at the artists rendition on the wall. Her thoughts drifting far away. Manny's publicists had somehow convinced everybody the Nocwood Tower was going to be the eighth wonder of the world. No one saw anything amiss while it was being erected. It was surprisingly long after Mayor Leigh Breedlove cut the opening ribbon before the first whispers (and snickers) were heard. No one saw anything odd, but once the features were pointed out, you could not unsee it. The tower (or shaft) had a golden reflective exterior. The original design had called for a mirrored surface but the Board of Aeronautics repressed that, sighting the danger of blinded pilots. During the day, the mushroom cap matched the shaft. After sunset the erotic dome glowed with a warm rose tint. The Bowles went from off white to a cool shade of blue at twilight. The Board of Aeronautics insisted the tip of the tower have a flashing red beacon. It was not too bad during the day. At night the pulsing red light gave the impression an eruption was imminent.

People were already traveling from all over the world to see the wonder. Those odd photos like the tourist holding up the leaning tower of Pisa, visitors to the Vietnam Women's Memorial helping search the sky for the medevac chopper, folks kissing the blarney stone were now joined by Japanese tourists 'fondling' the Nocwood Tower. Japanese who are going to be away from home on the first Sunday of April are already booking the trip to Middleton for Kanamara Matsuri.

Critics had called the tiny people in the picture 'cooties' and the buildings morphed in her mind to an aroused male's set of genitals. Her hard nipples began pulsing sweet smelling milk and erotic thoughts consumed her as she was carried by raging hormones into a pleasant orgasm.

"Excuse me Mrs. Nocwood." A young woman with a couple of inches of orange hair showing under black dyed locks was standing by patiently.

Chanson awoke from her reverie.

"Lamb." She announced. It sounded a little like a squeak to her as she tried to bulldoze through her embarrassment. [No one can tell what just happened!] Chanson told herself.

"I'm sorry?" Denton was nonplused. She was pretty sure the pregnant lady had orgasmed just standing in the reception area not even touching herself. It was a feat she would have sworn to be impossible until recent mystic events had occurred. Manny's sister was obviously an amazing woman.

"My married name is Lamb." She was a tad flustered. "But you can call me Chanson." Her face had a rosy flush to it.

Denton escorted her to the bank of elevators. Then discretely stepped over to the receptionist and whispered for her to have somebody mop the floor. Denton then called the elevator. Only one elevator in this bank would take you all the way to the penthouse and you had to carry a key fob with you or the elevator would not move.

The elevator opened into a large open living area. From here you could go out into the extensive outdoor living area that gave the illusion of being in a tropical jungle complete with waterslides, waterfalls, pools, diving areas and a lazy river. The fantasy playground was protected from outside weather by the dome which opened at will to permit the fresh air to flow freely.

The make-believe streams had picturesque Japanese style bridges over them. Beautiful, but a challenge for a pregnant lady. Denton had found her a sturdy chair with good arms that would not be difficult to rise from. She also found a stool to elevate her feet on. Another woman brought her a caffeine-free iced tea.

Denton checked her phone. "Manny should be here in a few minutes." What they called the penthouse was massive including several floors at the top of the top of the building, roof gardens or outdoor living area was extensive and exclusive but not really even considered part of the penthouse by those living here. Fortunately, he was not doing stairs with Stormy. Fifteen flights above ground and then additional flights for the three sub-basements could put him quite a vertical distance from them.

Dick Stone had got it in his big head to do a little personal training with Stormy. He figured real stairs beat stair-steppers. Not that he went all the way with her, he just got Stormy started then left her to finish on her own. The stairway was too lonely so she insisted Manny come with her. He did not have a problem going down with her, but going up was a real issue. He was definitely getting stronger though.

The bottom most basement held his personal parking area. The entrance to his express elevator, and the new area under construction. A secret zone. Manny was building an underground lair for Mallory Malone, a vampire who stayed here at times. Thankfully, he was not that far away.

"So, how are you related to my baby brother?" asked Chanson.

A simple question that was difficult to answer simply. Manny originally planned a secret hide-a-way on top of the building. A super-hero style retreat. This morphed into a harem with Stormy as the Queen. Her boy toys (Art, Bob, Carl, Dick and Doug) were frequent visitors. Almost daily visitors with benefits.

When Manny brought back Euphonia it actually became a harem. One where the men outnumbered the women three to one. Eu is actually a succubus, a demon who gains strength from sexual release. Then Denton brought her master here with the plan to subjugate Eu and bleed Manny dry financially as an act of revenge.

It turned out 'You Phone Me' was an old friend of Denton's master, who she knew from the Roaring Twenties (not the nightclub). Eu immediately swore her fealty to Mallory and Manny's harem increased by Mallory Malone and her fifteen all female day-workers, including Denton. Technically Denton's mom and dad were honorary members as well.

Chanson was still waiting for an answer.

"My boss is a friend." Denton told her.

When Manny arrived, it brought tears to his sister's eyes. "You are all grown up."

He still had messy brown hair and chubby cheeks, but a lot of the baby fat was gone. Part of it was a more active lifestyle (sex and exercise) part was magical influences from Mallory and Yu. But she still recognized her little brother in the man.

Chanson was finishing high school when her mom got pregnant with Manny. Albas was four years younger than her but neither one of them could imagine her mom adding to the family at this late date. Her mom had been older than Chanson was now.

Her dad was incredibly supportive of her carrying Manny to term (There was a huge pay boost from the trust fund for a third child) Once he was positive his wife would go for it he grew scarce. Chanson became the labor coach. She was there in the delivery room when Emanuel was born. She caught the baby boy. She cut the cord. It was magical. Then she went to college and her parents started their world tour. The nannies took over.

Manny was around twelve when she returned to Middleton to live. He did not really know who she was anymore. He recognized Albas IV their ass hole brother who had stayed in town. Chanson remembered his birthdays. Went to his high school graduation and college matriculation. But she never really built a bond with him. She regretted that, or maybe she regretted not regretting it more.

She had concentrated on her life with her husband and building their business empire. Her parents had moved on. She wanted nothing to do with her asshole younger brother. Chanson ended up neglecting her innocent baby brother. He was not so innocent now though. She heard he was on the rise as a playboy.

Eton had asked her not to come here. He was afraid for her safety, but Chanson had to warn Manny of the danger to his life so she snuck out. Albas IV was threatening to kill Manny. He wanted to use Fanny Albright the vampire Chanson was tied to for his murder schemes. Albas was an idiot. He did not understand Fanny was no attack dog she could sic on whoever she wanted.

Unfortunately, Manny brought his own vampire into Middleton. Vampires are very territorial. The unauthorized undead could be enough to spark a war and leave Manny as collateral damage. Chanson had come during the day hoping Manny's demonic girlfriends would sleep until sunset. She had to get him to leave. She had been a terrible sister while he was growing up, but she had to try to make him safe.

Manny gave his sister an awkward hug when he got there. She was still in the chair so he bent over her. She kissed his cheek and pulled him in. He loved her big boobs and they were massive now that they overflowed with milk. He wanted to watch them drip.

Raised by nannies who were rotated out periodically to prevent attachments he had not really bonded to anyone as a child. When he got old enough to masturbate he had no way to get porn or hide it from the maids. There were photo albums of the family though. He discovered pictures of his mom on the nude beaches of Europe. His sister had taken dance her whole life. When she got older her dance costumes got sexier. When Chanson turned eighteen their mom took her to a nude beach in Spain. Mom was already starting to show with her pregnancy. Technically that meant Manny was with them. The photo record of that vacation get-a-way was pay dirt for Manny!

There were photos of naked Chanson rubbing lotion on their nude mom's pregnant belly. They always made him come. He felt incredibly guilty as he used these two family members for fap material but he did not have a lot of choices for his release and he did not have a normal family relationship with them anyway.

His other major source for stimulation was odd too. He ended up with a pigmy fetish because of it.

The family archivist maintained the photo albums. Many of the pix were taken by professionals hired for the purpose. The Nocwoods liked controlling their image as much as possible and providing quality photos to news reporters was part of their publicist's strategy. Manny was pretty sure he was the only one to ever open the albums though.

Chanson looked at her little brother. He was staring off into space, his mind a million miles away. She loved that about him, but it made her realize she really had to step up and protect him.

"Manny you have to get out of Middleton before they kill you!" she said with enough force to wake him from his daydream.

"Who wants to kill me now?" The Nocwoods pissed off a lot of people in Middleton and they did not protect the baby of the family. He got a lot of threats growing up since he was low hanging fruit. Enough that he switched to just dealing with actual abuse rather than getting worked up about something that might or might not happen. It did feel good to have someone worry about him.

"Your brother wants Emanuel Richards torn to shreds. I don't think he knows that is you yet, but it does not matter, the ones he sends will figure it out." Her concern touched his heart. Manny had a few scars that would never heal from his older brother, not all of them physical.