Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Chapter 1
Something strange was happening to Daniel Cliff. He didn't know if it was recent stress, or some kind of disease, but he could swear that his dick was getting bigger. Ever since he had turned 18, he could have sworn that every morning, when he felt his morning wood swelling up beneath his boxers, it was a little longer, a little thicker, and a little harder. That and he was hornier than he had ever been. It wasn't like he hadn't masturbated before, but ever since his birthday he had needed to spend half the day locked in his room, playing with his dick. Thank god it was the summer.
His parents, well, his foster parents, well, his aunt and uncle, didn't really seem to notice Danny's new problem. They didn't really ever notice Danny. His cousin, Patricia, might have bothered him about it, were she not off with her friends ever hour of the day.
And, to top it off, there were the weird letters. Every morning, there was another one, always addressed to Daniel, always from some guy named Mr. Merlin. Danny would have loved to read one, if his aunt and uncle let him. They always snatched them out of his hand, saying they were some kind of crazy scam, which honestly, seemed pretty possible. Still, Daniel couldn't wait to go off to school and finally have the freedom to read his own mail.
Danny was an average boy, or so he thought, he was slim, but not really muscular, and had shaggy black hair and glasses. He didn't consider himself handsome, and as far as he knew no one else did either. He had been average in school, and was soon headed off to an average college for an average chance at an average career.
Then, one summer afternoon a week or so after his birthday, as he was booting up his laptop to find some new porn to jack off to, he noticed an odd email in his inbox from the very same Mr. Merlin. For a moment, Danny moved to close the page and get back to working on his boner, but something inside of him called out to the curious message. He clicked and read on.
"Dear Mr. Cliff," it began. "I am sorry I have not gotten in contact with you sooner. I was a dear friend of your departed parents, John and Katherine and hoped to contact you sooner, but your aunt and uncle prevented me from doing so. Alas, now that you are of age, their protection wanes, so to speak."
Danny did not like the cut of this man's gib, but he read on regardless, curious as to what the point of it all was. "I assume you have already made your choice as far as your collegiate education, but I would beg you to reconsider. You see Danny, if I may call you Danny, your parents always intended for you to attend my school, well, their school too really, alumnus as they were, Eritaft University."
Eritaft University? Danny immediately opened another tab and googled it. Apparently it was some fancy private university in the northeast, somewhere up in the Adirondacks. The site wasn't really very detailed about much of anything, no exact address, no list of degrees offered, no real indication of what the school's mission was. All there really was on the site was pictures of students in uniforms walking around and laughing. Suddenly Danny remembered his erection. Everyone at the school just seemed loaded with sex appeal, all the women had curves in just the right places, and all of the guys were other handsome or oddly pretty. It wasn't much different from the normal college fair, except, what was it, something intangible about the pictures, an air of seduction. Maybe it was how close the people stood, or how their hands felt at each other, or maybe it was just that Danny was already hard and his mind was making it sexier than it was. Still, Danny's interest was piqued. He returned to the email.