This story depicts incest, non-consensual sex, and abuse of authority as part of a fantasy tale, but it does not promote or endorse these behaviours in real life. All characters are the age of consent or older for their species.
The story is intended to be a fun exploration of fantasy characters and fantasy role-playing, but it is not true to any particular fantasy canon—my apologies in advance to any hard-core fantasy or role-playing devotees.
The elvish language used later in the story is intended to be Sindarin, which I tried to get right but probably didn't. I found its vocabulary surprisingly limited, so I may have borrowed some words from other dialects.
The story started off as a simple plot, but I got carried away with what-if scenarios, and instead of killing my darlings, I let them all live and hijack the story. So as you suspend your disbelief in the existence of the fantasy characters that follow, you might also suspend your disbelief in the existence of a well thought-out plot.
***** TWO DAYS BEFORE MAY DAY - DAYTIME *****
*** Taking a Break with Sis ***
The car tires chattered on the gravel road, which had turned into a washboard from the traffic of people already opening their cottages for the season. Fortunately, the road dust was being kept down by the coolness of the cloudy spring day.
"You realize that we're going to be there over May Day," Harmony said, jostling in her seat beside him.
"Is that significant?" Brad replied.
Feeling the vibrations through the steering wheel, Brad McQuarrie was glad that he was still driving a beater in his last year of college, but he kept his eyes peeled for potholes to avoid—no sense in tempting fate by bottoming out.
He was also watching the road to avoid staring at his little sister bouncing in the seat beside him. Over the last couple of years, her body had matured rapidly, and her filled-out breasts were quivering under her cotton shirt to the staccato shaking of the car. He was getting a little erect as he drove, but he told himself that it was because of his seat vibrating and not because of her chest jiggling.
"May Day is the festival of spring, so it's when the forest folk celebrate transformation," Harmony said.
"Forest folk?" Brad said as the lake finally came into view through the trees beside them, its shoreline now paralleling their drive. "You mean locals who live out here?" On the other side of the car, trees occasionally opened into clearings before joining the road again. He had expected to see lanes leading off to neighbouring cottages, but instead, they seemed to be driving into isolation as they drove deeper into the forest.
"No, I mean nature spirits, like elves and fairies," she said as she turned the page of a thick, hardcover book on her lap. Looking down at it out of the corner of his eye, he could see pastel illustrations of young girls in diaphanous gowns dancing with little winged sprites.
"Seriously?" he said, scrutinizing her face to see if she was smirking. He would never question his sister's fantasy fandom expertise, but she never struck him as being a full-on believer.
"I just mean that the timing is kind of neat," Harmony replied. "When I booked the cottage, I told you that the owner uses it for role-playing events. The website says there's an enchanted forest and mystical pond nearby. Maybe on May Day, magical beings will appear."
Brad snorted. "Are we paying extra for the cottage being enchantment-adjacent?" He remembered her mentioning the role-playing crap, but when he agreed to take her on this getaway, he was focused on the cottage being near a lake and far from college.
He thought it was cute that she still talked like the little fantasy nerd he remembered, but while he had been away at college, she had become a hottie. When he picked her up this morning, he really noticed how much she had turned into a young woman. Her nerdy demeanour was now at odds with her developing looks. Or perhaps her hotness and nerdiness were merging to make her even more attractive.
"Bro, I can't read if you keep shaking the car." She adjusted the oversized, dark-rimmed glasses on her button nose. She had probably had those glasses since she was a pre-teen, but now that she was 18, they gave her a naughty schoolgirl look.
He wondered if she was aware of her outward sensuality. He noticed that she was wearing a touch of makeup now, her jean skirt barely covered her private area, and her previously short hair had been grown out and was now pinned loosely to the back of her head.
"It's going to be bumpy like this until we get to the cottage, I expect," he said, "but the GPS says that we're almost there."
He didn't know much about where they were going; Harmony had arranged the rental. She had found it, oddly enough, on a forum of one of her fantasy role-playing websites.
He remembered friends in high school playing Dungeons and Dragons, but his sister was much more into the whole fantasy fandom scene. She was immersed in the culture, with books and videos and costumes and conventions.
In any case, he just wanted to spend some time alone with her now that college was over, feeling guilty that he had ignored her during his years of study. He used to enjoy spending time with her when he lived at home. They used to play "pretend" when he babysat her; maybe that experience had gotten her into role-playing.
"It can't be much of a read," he said, turning the book to see it. "It looks like it's all pictures."
"It's a folklore encyclopedia." She pulled the book back. "I'm developing a new LARP character."
"What's a LARP? One of those creatures?"
"No, newb. Live Action Role-Play. You never listen to me. We're renting the cottage from a lady named Mistress Lilin. She runs LARPs there when she's not renting it out."
"Mistress? That sounds kinky."
"Don't be a perv, bro."
"So are you saying that we're going to be playing Dungeons and Dragons with a bunch of nerds? I thought we were going to spend some alone time together."
"Aw, that's a nice thing to say." She petted his thigh, sending a shiver up his body—a reaction he found odd. "No, there's no LARP on right now. I just thought we could check the site out before I come on one."
As he looked over at her, the car hit a pothole with a bang, causing her breasts to bounce. Through the gape in her shirt, he watched the shockwave ripple across her cleavage, giving him another shiver. He returned to staring forward, telling himself to pay attention to the road.
He was a little surprised that there was no other traffic, but in the rear-view mirror, he could see a plume of dust on the road far behind them.
"And it's not Dungeons and Dragons," she insisted. "We're not a bunch of nerds in a basement throwing weird dice. We bring our characters to life in realistic outfits and go on actual quests outdoors."
"Yeah, because running around the woods in role-playing costumes is not nerdy. I hope you're not planning on wearing that outfit," he said, pointing at her book to a voluptuous woman with batwings coming out of her back and a skin-tight slip dress barely covering her naughty areas. "Are you doing sexual role-playing?"
"It figures that you would point that one out, perv. That's a succubus. I don't plan on playing a succubus."
"A suck-yer-butt?"
"Succubus! Don't make fun." She slapped his thigh. "A succubus visits men in their sleep to steal their ... you know ... their sperm."
Out of regret, she rubbed his thigh where she had struck him. Feeling her little hand rubbing near his erection gave him a shiver.
"Yikes. Explain to me what kind of live action happens at these LARP things." In the mirror, he could see the dust plume getting closer.
"Stop it. That's just the background for that character. There are lots of other characters—elves and fairies and nymphs and cambions."
