This is my official entry in the 2009 LITEROTICA Halloween Contest (if I finish it in time).
It's approximately three and a half (3 1/2) Literotica pages long.
WARNING: This story describes incestuous sexual activity of a non-consensual nature between family members all over the age of 18. If this is not what you were looking for please click out a.s.a.p.
ALERT: This story will likely be removed from the site relatively quickly. If you think you might want to revisit it sometime in the future I'd suggest you save it.
To those of you who've noticed my absence from LITEROTICA: I've been away over the last 6 months (in South America). I'm back in Miami now, hard at work on a bunch of new stories. I hope to have another new one out next week.
Thanks and enjoy!
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So who's to blame? Am I who I am due to nurture
or
nature? Born bad? A teenage temptress. Or evil? Evil eighteen year old Eve? The Devil's spawn?
Well it doesn't really matter you know. Because when you get right down to it "nature" is my parents and "nurture" is my parents. It's their fault! Daddy's and mommy's! If I happen to be highly sexed I must have inherited it. Or maybe I'd been influenced by the sounds that had emanated nightly from my parents bedroom over my formative years. My innocent dreams invaded by the nocturnal cries of my mother's passion as daddy repeatedly thrust his big prick inside her. Dreams that had slowly turned her precious young daughter into a girl who craved cock! But whose cock?
Anyway, that's what I told Gunther when I finally explained the full details of my Halloween plan to him. After I told him I could see that he didn't agree, that he'd love to argue with me. But he didn't dare! He wasn't going to jeopardize his chances of getting into my pants.
I never thought of my father that way growing up. In a sexual way I mean. He was just Daddy. I was daddy's little girl.
And then you grow up. And out. Things happen. You listen. "Daddy's penis is how big?" You learn...
Gunther - September 9th
Gunther, my friend, was a weirdo, an outcast. Our next door neighbour, with his bedroom windows facing mine, he'd been in my class since elementary school. The goodie, goodie, teacher's pet, nerdy type who'd slowly morphed through various transformations (computer geek, drugged out punk) as he'd aged. Now, starting his senior year of high school, he'd decided he was going to become a famous film director some day and was trying to act the part. But with a beret on his head and a camera hanging around his thick neck he still remained a total social outcast.
He was, at five foot six, three inches shorter than my five nine. He'd never grow much taller now but he'd grown out in the past couple of years. Put on muscles on a once scrawny frame. He now had a barrel like body but one, surprisingly, with no body hair to speak of on it. A wisp under his arms and at his groin belied his enormous teenage horniness.
I was his only friend. His parents loved me. So did he. He always had. So it wasn't just the female body I'd suddenly sprouted in the last two years that drew him. It was my brain. And the fact that he had recognized something in me that no one else had. My wild side, my badness. I looked like the perfect "in crowd" high schooler, it was only Gunther who could see below my cheerleader/miss homecoming queen facade.
So when I was ready to put my plan into action he was my obvious choice as an assistant. No one else would do. Certainly not my regular friends, my girlfriends. They wouldn't have understood. And even if I found one that would have been willing to go along I knew I'd never find one who'd keep her mouth shut. Gunther would! Who could he tell?
Mind you I didn't tell him my real plan at first. I'm not stupid! You've got work up to it slowly...
"You're not going home with that jerk are you?" Robbie asked. It was the third day of our senior year of high school and my almost perfect boyfriend was pouting as he stamped his feet impatiently. He hated the idea of a Gunther living in his world. The fact that his girlfriend would actually talk to him or worse, drive in his car, baffled him as much as it angered him.
"He lives next door Rob, gotta go," I answered sweetly, then pursed my lips and sent him a little kiss.
"He's a retard."
"He going to help me with my Chemistry homework," I countered. Robbie didn't take Chemistry so had no idea if I had any homework.
"He's not our type, he's a pervert." Robbie couldn't keep the petulant whine out of his voice.
Fuck you I wanted to tell him but instead I smiled sweetly again. "Really, I gotta go, luv ya, I'll phone you later," I promised.
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"So, do you like girls? Or have you become gay now that you've gone Hollywood?" was my opening salvo as we drove home from school. Once in a while I let him drive me home in his old clunker. Partly to bug my boyfriend Robbie but mainly to check up on what Gunther was up to. In many ways he was the most interesting person in my life.
It was a crazy question because every girl in our school knew that Gunther was a perv of the first order. Walking around with his camera. Lurking near the entrance to the girls change room and shower. Of course no one would go out with him.
"Fuck you," he muttered defiantly but then quickly glanced over to see how I'd react to his new tough guy mode. He was always trying new personas out on me. I simply raised my eyes to the sky.
I pressed on. "Well, how come you're still a virgin then?"
"Who said I was?" he demanded. He was blushing through his scowl.
"Do you have a big cock?"
He looked like he was going to have a fit before he finally stammered out a, "Christ Eve, what's got into you today?"
"Would you like to?" I teased as I put my palm on his thigh.
"Like to what?"
"Get into me? Robbie wanted to. He didn't want me to drive home with you." My hand slipped up into his crotch. His whole body jerked as I traced his length. It was surprisingly big for so little a boy.
"EVE!" it was both a warning and a plea.
"I have a plan," I announced as I took my hand from his cock.
"You do?" he asked suspiciously. He'd been made to participate in some of my plans before.
"Uh huh," I answered as he turned into his driveway. After we'd stopped I quickly exited the car and turned to cross the lawn towards my house. I wondered how long he'd wait before he spoke. I was only about a third of the way to our side door when I heard his plaintive call.
"Well, what is it? It's not like the last one you had is it?"
I turned and walked slowly back towards him, stopping only when I was less than a foot from him. Looking down at him and clearly in his space, I waited a second before talking. "You'll have to obey me," I warned, then stepped around him and headed towards his back door. He rushed after.
"Obey you? What are we going to do?" he couldn't keep the eagerness out of his voice.
"Among other things we're going to make a film Mister Director," I announced back over my shoulder as I entered the Klugge kitchen. "Hi Mrs. Klugge," I announced cheerfully to Gunther's mom as I proceeded through the room.
"Oh hi sweetie," she welcomed. I'd always been her favourite. She'd even gone so far as to thank my parents for having such a nice daughter. I had basically been the only one of his classmates who'd ever played with him. She thought I was a 'good girl' and I'm sure her greatest hope was that someday her son and I would become a couple.
"Gun's promised to help me with some homework," I said as I moved towards the hall and stairs beyond.
"Would you two like something to drink, some cookies first?" she offered. A great cook, she always wanted so badly to entertain Gunther's friends. But he didn't have any.
