The themes and events in this short story are not only unrealistic, but often misogynistic. It's important that these themes are framed from a point of view of catharsis and not endorsement. Whether you have similar thoughts or are a victim of them, this story is meant as a safe way to explore this prevalent attitude. This method of coping is not for everybody, so indulge accordingly. Enjoy.
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Prologue
Lillian Bustmore tapped her long pink fingernails on the counter. It wasn't often that she was wrong about an incoming appointment, but the call she had expected today hadn't yet arrived.
She breathed in deeply and then groaned in annoyance as a button flew off her blouse. It was always difficult to decide between tightness and practicality when it came to getting dressed each morning.
Lillian looked over the desk and into the large open lobby of the Home Nest Inn. The dark wood panels gave the space a wash of rustic comfort to contrast the grand size of the old hotel. There were many guests at the Home Nest Inn, but the lobby was almost always empty. It was just the way it worked.
Lillian smiled as she thought about all the dreams that she had helped come true at this place and her heart leapt when the phone finally rang.
"Home Nest Inn, Lillian Bustmore speaking," she purred into the handset. Her voice oozed with the same lustful energy that her body and outfit gave off each and every day. There was silence for a few moments, but Lillian wasn't concerned; she waited patiently.
"Is... is it true?" The voice asked on the other end as if out of breath.
"Of course it is, darling," she replied. "Every word."
There was silence again. Lillian knew all the questions that he was considering asking. How was it possible? Was it anonymous? Would he get his money back if he wasn't satisfied? She also knew that he would decide against asking any of them. At least for now.
"I can be there tonight," he said.
"I'll have a room waiting, sugar."
The man hung up without saying goodbye and Lillian chuckled to herself. It now made sense to her why he was late to call; he was clearly more nervous than most. She walked out from behind the counter on her seven inch heels, moving easily across the hardwood floor to where her button had flown off.
"Can't have our guest slipping on this, now can we?" She smiled to herself. She gracefully bent over to pick up the button and with nobody else in the lobby, a perfect view of her round ass in her black pencil skirt went unoggled.
Two hours later Todd Evans burst through the door.
"How have I never noticed this place before?" He asked. He was just as breathless as he had been on the phone. Late to call but early to arrive, Lillian noticed.
"Please, Todd. Come closer, it's rude to yell," Lillian purred from her spot behind the counter. Although Lillian spoke softly, Todd heard every word clearly.
He nodded and walked across the length of the lobby. Although he was eager to get a closer look at Lillian, he was distracted by the incredibly high ceilings and the old furniture and paintings that adorned the rest of the lobby. He had never been in a place like this.
"H-how does this work?" He asked.
"It's like any hotel, sugar," Lillian said. "You book a room and we take the best care of you that we can."
"And my sister will never know about this?"
"Not unless you tell her, handsome."
"O-okay. I'll... I'll take a room."
"I'm so very glad to hear that, cupcake. Here you are. Room 127, you won't even have to take the stairs!" Lillian said and she handed him an old iron key.
"O-oh! But, um, but what about payment?" He asked.
"Not until you're completely satisfied. Go on now, I'm sure you can't wait to get inside."
"T-thank you!" Todd said with a small nod and a not-so-subtle look at Lillian's overflowing cleavage. She smiled warmly at him and then watched him zoom off down the hallway.
"Cute twitchy little thing, isn't he?" She said to herself. "Kinda reminds me of my nephew Gordon. Maybe I should give him a call."
Chapter 1: Room 127
Todd knew that Room 127 sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place where he knew it from. He found the room easily and although the hallway had modern decoration, the door itself was old and looked like it was made of the same wood as the lobby. The key entered the lock and turned easily.
The moment he walked into the room it was as if he wasn't in the Home Nest Inn anymore. In fact, Todd realized that he recognized where he was. He was in his sister Becky's old apartment. He looked back at the door that he had walked through and it looked like a regular door and nothing like the one he had first walked through. He looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed in a blue suit that was slightly too small for his teddy bear physique and then it struck him. He walked to a mirror to confirm and the moment he saw his younger clean-shaven face, he knew he had gone back to that same night that he had relived over and over in his memory. He had tortured himself with what could have been and now it was clear that he was getting another chance.
It was wild how five years could fly by so fast but for Todd it was like his life had been frozen after that night. It was Becky's 23rd birthday and he had arrived way too early.
It had been the night that Todd had finally admitted to himself what he had known deep down for years: He heavily lusted after his older sister. He knew he might have mixed feelings about what he would see if he followed his actions from the actual night, but he couldn't pass up the chance for that view again.
Todd tiptoed through Becky's apartment, staying silent like he had on the actual day. He knew now that he had been attempting to catch his sister as she dressed, but he hadn't been ready to admit that to himself before. He had gotten more than he bargained for. On the day it had been too much for him, but now he was excited.
He heard the slurping and moaning sounds much sooner this time, likely because he was expecting them. He had stayed too long last time, that was his mistake. He would look for a bit and then go back and pretend to come in again, cutting it short, making them feel unfinished.
"Fuck you're a good little cocksucker," Gavin said. Todd winced at the sound of his sister's boyfriend's voice. He didn't deserve her.
"Mmm!" Becky moaned happily at the compliment. Todd stood so that he could see them through the crack in Becky's open door and the sight was even better than his memory. Becky was on her knees in just her grey yoga pants and was completely topless. Her extremely large breasts pressed into Gavin's legs and looked more incredible than he remembered. She was facing the door, but her eyes were closed as she served her boyfriend's cock.
"That's right, little whore, make your man cum," Gavin sneered. Todd winced again. He knew he needed to move soon lest he got caught again, but he needed to see just a little more. Despite how he hated the way Gavin was talking, he knew deep down that he was just jealous. It was clear that his sister was amazing at sucking dick and that she either loved doing it or was very good at faking it.
The lewd wet sounds of Becky bobbing her face down Gavin's - frankly - huge cock got louder and more desperate and Todd finally gathered the willpower to pull himself back and walk away. He desperately wanted to stay to re-see the image of Becky's eyes growing wide with shock as Gavin came in her face without warning and clearly came more than she was used to, but if the rumours were true about this strange hotel - and they certainly seemed to be so far - then he would get his chance to see it in time.
He walked back to the entrance of Becky's apartment and then opened the door from the inside. He poked his head through it from sheer curiosity and saw that outside was the hallway of Becky's apartment complex, not the Home Nest Inn. He grinned. Then he closed the door hard enough to make a noise that he knew Becky and Gavin would hear.
"Hey Becks, it's me! Sorry I'm early!" Todd yelled out. He grinned as he heard the faint sounds of his sister and Gavin scrambling.
"Just a second!" He heard her yell out. He loved the idea that she was talking to him just moments removed from having a cock in her mouth.
"Take your time! I know I'm early, I'll just hang out," he yelled back. He was certain that he had stopped them just in time. He could only imagine what was happening. Gavin was probably frantically trying to convince Becky to let him finish but he knew that the disruption of the moment would make her stop. He checked his inside pocket and smiled when he felt the pen that he had bought for her. He had never actually given it to her and it seemed like he would finally get the chance.
He got settled on the sofa facing the television and switched on a streaming service and put on a teen drama that was famous for incestuous implications.
"I'm so sorry about that, Todd!" Becky gushed as she came into view. Although Todd could easily notice the five year difference in himself in the mirror, Becky barely looked any different at 23 than she did at her current age of 28. Her skin was smooth and bright and her green eyes glowed with life and her long wavy brown hair framed her rounded features. Then there were her breasts: Those magnificent massive orbs that never seemed to give up their perky pride no matter her age or their size. They looked just as incredible in her red birthday dress as he had remembered, even though up until this point he had only seen her in it in pictures.
"Oh please! I'm the one who came early, I should have called!" Todd smiled.
"Yeah, that might have been nice," Gavin added as he walked into the room as well. Todd feigned surprise.
"Oh hey, Gavin! I didn't know you were here too. I really hope I didn't interrupt anything."
"I'm fucking sure," Gavin grunted.
"Gavin!" Becky chided. "Everything's fine, Todd. We were just changing, that's all."
Todd looked over at Gavin who plopped himself down on a nearby chair and crossed his arms like a disappointed child. Todd had no idea how Becky was still with such an idiot. His only solace was the fact that they had been engaged for years and still hadn't set a date. That was rarely a good sign.
"Well can I help with set-up at all?" Todd asked.
"That'd be great!" Enthused Becky. "I've already set up stemmed glasses with little ribbons tied around each one that have the guests' names on them and I want them placed around the flat like a little scavenger hunt."
