Okay so this is my first ever upload onto this website. While I've done some other stories in the past, I've never branched out onto Literotica. So I hope this is up to a standard that you can all enjoy.
Tags are Dark- Yandere- Romance?
Disclaimer that all characters are over the age of 18.
Begin!
No Escape
Chapter One - Where I Fucked Up
My name is James, just James. I can't tell you my last name, I dare not even whisper it. To do so would be to tempt fate, to twist the entity known as karma into something spiteful towards me.
Currently, I am living in a not-quite-but-still-quite run down apartment out in the middle of a nowhere village. And I mean that literally, you'd be hard pressed to find my location on the map. This was of course all intended, I couldn't and wouldn't dare to live somewhere like the city.
She
could find me there...she
would
find me.
Perhaps I'm going a little too quickly for you. Perhaps I'm not making much sense.
Perhaps I shouldn't say anymore...but I need to tell someone. I need to know that someone will eventually believe me, that they won't scoff and accuse me of lying, of being some disgusting creep.
Because I'm not, I'm not any of those things. I'm just a twenty-something man living in constant paranoia and fear.
Fear...of her, fear of Sophie, fear of...of my sister.
Let me take you back to where it began, to where I completely fucked up my life.
And hers.
(Six months ago...)
I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen!
Finally, after years of hearing only whispers, I was going to Jasmine Farrows house for the biggest party of the year. I couldn't believe I'd even been invited to it at all. But when I got back home and saw the flowery invitation in the hall, the words I'd dreamed about written upon it along with the slightest scent of Jasmine's perfume, I knew that my luck was finally going to change for the better.
Jasmine Farrows was a student at the college I attended and more importantly, was the most popular individual on campus. Her father was a multi-millionaire, all of his kids had attended the same college and all of them had thrown an absolutely massive party when they were about to graduate.
Jasmine it seemed was no different and had sent out the invitations to what seemed like every other popular guy and girl in the college. I didn't know why that included me as I tended to keep to myself, but I sure as shit wasn't going to complain about it.
I looked down at the invitation once more and read it aloud.
"If you're reading this message, then that means I've decided your worthy to attend the party to end all parties. I, Jasmine Farrows, to hereby invite you to 14 Wallbull Lane at 8.30 PM. The party is invitation only so do remember to bring this with you or you won't be allowed inside. And finally, the party requires that you wear a mask that suitably disguises your face. Why? Make sure you wear one, or you won't find out!"
It was brilliant and exciting, it was fantastic. The disguise, PFF! I didn't care about it. I could buy one easily enough and had done with the money I'd saved. It was a Zorro-esk kind of mask that covered the entire top half of my face, leaving only the mouth and chin uncovered. It didn't actually make me look too silly either, and as it was the other people there probably wouldn't know me anyway.
'Even then, if the lights are dimmed a bit then even mom wouldn't recognise me. Unless I talked anyhow.'
A knock on my door snapped me out of my musing and swung open shortly after.
"You do know that the knocking is redundant if you just barge in right after?" I snarked, quirking an eyebrow at the all too smug looking intruder.
The intruder in question being my younger sister, Sophie.
If I was to describe her in that moment with someone holding a gun to my head, I'd say that Sophie was a pretty young woman with long, curly brown hair, strikingly poignant blue eyes and an hourglass figure with decently sized eye catching cleavage that most other girls would kill for.
Her dress hugged her body in a way that practically screamed for the typical man to stare at. That is was a very striking red only accentuated this.
That being said...
Without the gun to my head, I'd say she's a noisy, irritating and all too smug snoring pig who seemed to always be in my periphery and constantly ate all my damn food AND never put on weight despite it.
Harsh, maybe. But brothers are allowed to be brutally honest in that regard.
And while she was indeed eye catching, I thankfully was quite the normal sibling in that I didn't find it arousing once I realized who I was looking at. Years of memories involving her picking her nose or farting next me to on the sofa removed all sexual attraction before it could build.
"Aww, are you saying you might be up to something behind closed doors?" she replied, grinning at my flat look. "Now, now. I'm only here to let you know that I'm heading out tonight."
"Really?" I asked, the timing too close to my own plans not to raise a red flag or two. "Doing what?"
She quirked her own eyebrow back at me and snorted non too ladylike. "Well, not that it's any of your business James, but the girls and I are planning on hooking up with a guy or two tonight."
She then smirked. "Or in terms that even you can understand. We're gonna get laid and possibly not come home until the early hours of the morning, depending on whether or not they can last more than a minute."
I blinked, her words taking a second of two for my brain to comprehend, before I shrugged and walked over to close the door.
"You do you sis," I said, inwardly amused at her shocked look. Evidently she'd expected me to react not quite as maturely. "Just remember protection, I'm not taking care of your love child.
I pushed her out and shut the door in her face, smiling at her look of outrage.
"You're a dick, James!" she shouted, banging her fist on the door before the stomping away, the sound of her footsteps fading away after a short moment.
A few minutes later and the front door opened and closed, the sound of a car and the incomprehensible tone of my sisters voice fading away as it drove away.
I looked down at my watch and smiled, everything else forgotten as I quickly put my mask in my pocket and made my way to my car. The place wasn't too far away, barely twenty minutes from my house but I made sure to drive carefully so as to not bump into someone else who may have also been attending.
Like I said, I didn't know anyone as far as I was aware. None of my friends had mentioned the party let alone having been invited to it. Thought to be fair, most of my mates would rather play League of Legends and lose LP all night than leave their rooms.
I was only slightly more outgoing. Hell the only reason I was attending the party at all was because of the various, whispered rumours that hinted at the very easy sex one could have there.
As far as I could gather, getting laid at a Farrows party was all but guaranteed.
Eventually I rolled up to the place, a truly massive mansion with more rooms than I could count, and smiled at the music I could hear coming from inside. Even through the closed curtains, I could see the shadowy shapes of people dancing with each other. And as I glanced, I noticed a small group of people walking up to the front door, masks on and invitations in hand.
'Well, it's showtime!'
Trying not to seem too excited, I took a calming breath and put my mask on, smiling at how well it seemed to go with my new shirt and jeans. Nobody would've guessed it was me if they only glanced, I was more of the shorts and baggy top kind of guy after all.
I left and locked my car, invitation in hand as I walked up to the steadily louder house and pressed the doorbell. The bell was loud, even louder than the music and upon pressing it I heard a loud cheer from the others inside.
'Wow, I guess they're as excited as me.'
The door swung open, revealing a slim woman wearing a domino mask and a sultry smile.
"Hey there stranger, nice mask, you got an invitation?" she asked, her American accent surprising me. Apparently whatever she could see of my face showed as much as she giggled lightly. "Yeah, I'm not a Brit. Don't worry about it, we California girls have got tricks you guys haven't seen."
"Well colour me intrigued then," I flirted, surprising myself at how easy it came to me in that moment. Usually I'd be a little more tongue tied, but hell if I was complaining. "Here's the invite."
She took it from me before tilting her head backward and moving aside, a grin on her face as she ripped the invite in two and tossed it behind her. I nodded a goodbye and made to venture further in, but her hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"Ah, ah!" She tutted, grinning at me. "Just one last thing before you go in hun."
"Yeah?" I asked, suddenly realising how close she was to me as her breasts pressed up against my chest.
"You can get wasted, get laid, do whatever you like," she explained, her arms snaking around my shoulders. "But whatever you do tonight, do
not
take off your mask. If you do, you're gone. Understood?"
I blinked but nodded regardless.
"I wasn't planning on taking it off anyway," I said, grinning back at her. "I think it suits me."
"It certainly does, stranger," she purred, leaning forward as if to kiss me...before squeezing my almost erect cock through my jeans and moving back with a wink. "Nice size, have fun now!"
Before I could formulate or perhaps try to convince her to do more, the doorbell rang and she all but dismissed me with her eyes. I shrugged, figuring that if she was as forward as she was, then getting laid was pretty much certain if I played it cool the rest of the night.
Moving further into the house, I marvelled silently at how completely wasted everyone already seemed to be. It was barely past 8.30 after all. Deciding not to be the wet lemon, I made my way over to a bar manned by two girls in bunny suits and domino masks.
"What do you want hun?" one of them asked, smirking as my eyes took in her rather larger than life tits.
"Bartenders choice," I replied, thankful that my mask covered up what was likely an embarrassing blush.
"You look like a Stella guy," she mused, grinning before handing me a cold bottle of said drink. "Have fun babe, but don't get too plastered. You're gonna wanna keep it up."
