Clementina, Part II [erotic horror, monster, MF, hinted incest]

I am still considering whether to continue this story, but I wanted to post one more installment before I made my final decision. I welcome your feedback, and read all comments, even if I haven’t the time to respond to all of them.

Thanks for reading.

Clementina

Part II

I looked down at my leg. The rake had scraped across the skin, thankfully leaving just deep scratches and nothing more, though there was some initial signs of swelling from the impact. I swore.

I scrambled through the crawlspace and cut off the main water supply, then surveyed the damage.

The pipe had bent and ruptured, dumping a ton of water through the crawlspace and the entrance chamber to the cellar. The sump pump was running and the water level was already dropping. No real damage had been done besides the rupture.

I was going to need about six feet of pipe to make the repair. While I had enough stashed in Clementina’s cellar for basic repairs, there was not enough to fix this mess. This was going to have to wait until I could go to the store in the morning. Clementina would be without water service until then.

Clementina, Part I [horror, MF, voyeurism, monster, lactation]

I have had it in my mind for awhile that I wanted to experiment with erotic horror. If I follow this story through to its full potential as I imagine it, it will involve monsters, incest, anal, and gore – and heaven knows what else. However I wanted to post the first part before I got too deep into the story to gauge interest. If there is interest, I will continue.

Note that I read all comments posted in the comments section, though I may not have time to respond.

Thank you for reading!

Clementina

Part I

There was something about the ringing of my mom’s phone in the kitchen that I just knew who it was and why she was calling.

It was almost ten at night and I was in the middle of a COD match with three friends. I tried to pretend I couldn’t hear the conversation taking place in the next room, but a part of my brain had to listen, because I knew it was going to involve me.

Quarantined with Kell, Part VI – FINALE [incest][MF/FF][mother/son][aunt/niece]

Thanks again for reading. I hope you enjoy the final installment.

I may reprise these characters sometime in the future.

Though I do not always have the time to respond, I do read all comments in the comments section, below.

Quarantined with Kell

Part VI – FINALE

The three weeks after my father’s death were a blur. Kell, Bridget, and I supported each other as best as we could. Sex just about stopped.

My mother stayed at her parents. My father’s body was cremated. We postponed any kind of a formal service until after the pandemic, deciding to hunker down for now and lick our wounds.

The reading of my father’s will took place via videoconference. I had expected that most of the money would go to my mother, and I was right, but there was a clause providing for $50,000 to be given to both Bridget and I upon our father’s death. With Kell and I just getting started, that money would go a long way towards getting us on our feet financially, even potentially acting as a down payment on a better place to live.

Quarantined with Kell, Part V [incest][MFF][aunt/nephew][brother/sister][implied mother/son]

After the slight detour in the last part, this part gets the main story back on track.

As always, I welcome thoughts in the comments. I read them all, even if I don’t get a chance to reply.

Thanks for reading…

Quarantined with Kell

Part V

I gulped. “Dad has Covid? How is he?”

“Just like your grandfather, sniffly and grouchy,” my mother said. “Your grandfather is just about over it, so I expect your father will make a full recovery too. He’ll just be a pain until he feels better.”

We wrapped up the conversation and hung up. I shook my head.

“This is getting scary,” I said. Kell nodded.

The rest of the ride was uneventful and, as expected, we pulled up in front of the house I grew up in just after 4:30. Bridget looked better than she had when we had Skyped two days prior and looked more like the confident Bridget I had always known. But underneath the brave face I could still see hurt lurking. We hugged.

Quarantined with Kell, Part IV [incest][MFMF][aunt/nephew][mother/son][exhib]

Sorry for the delay since my last post, but I have been going through a small but happy life event. Yes, happiness can still be found sometimes, even in the midst of the sadness and suffering that seems to pervade us these days.

Of course, there are always naughty stories to keep us warm during the long winter nights. :-)

Though I may not respond to all of them, I do read every single comment posted under my stories, so I do greatly appreciate your feedback.

This installment is a little less about character development. We will get the character development train back on track next installment.

Thanks again for reading.

Quarantined with Kell

Part IV

Monday morning. Kell and I had been up way too late having webcam sex with Bridget for me to be at the computer working this early. Kell was still in bed as I dug out a work shirt and sat down in front of the laptop, coffee in hand. There was enough work and meetings that the morning went smoothly. When Kell wandered out around noon in her standard home outfit of bra and nothing else, we talked about the webcam and meetings and she promised not wander behind me while I was working unless fully dressed.

Quarantined with Kell, Part III [incest][MFF][aunt/nephew/niece]

Thank you for reading. As always, any thoughts are welcome in the comments, below.

There might be a little break before the next part as I will be busy in the coming week. I should have the next installment within two weeks.

Quarantined with Kell

Part III

My phone was ringing, a Skype call. I opened my eyes. I lay on the floor of Kell’s apartment. Kell was lying on top of me, in my arms. We had fallen asleep after our lovemaking.

The phone squawked again, Kell stirred. She rolled off of me so I could get the phone, then both of us swore. The skin of our stomachs was glued together with drying semen. It was like pulling tape away.

“It’s Bridget,” I said, snatching the phone. “We should probably answer it since the last time she talked to either one of us we were crying, plus we just avoided her call when we were . . . you know.”

Quarantined with Kell, Part II [incest][MF][aunt/nephew]

As always, your feedback is welcome in the comments, below.

Thanks for reading.

Quarantined with Kell

Part II

I walked out to the couch but couldn’t back to sleep. Finally I got up around 6:00, folded the bedclothes, and made coffee. In one of those weird things, once I decided I was getting up, I got really tired, and I fell asleep in the love seat, my coffee steaming on the table in front of me.

I was awoken several hours later by the sounds of Kell moving around the kitchen making a fresh pot of coffee. She heard me stir.

“Do you want any?” she asked.

“Yes,” I called back. “I fell asleep before I drank any.”

The sounds of coffee making continued, then once the pot was brewing, I stood up, picked up my full-but-now-cold mug, and turned to the kitchenette.

And beheld Kell.

She stood in the kitchen in just a sports bra and an open light robe. Her full but neatly trimmed red bush matched her hair perfectly. Some of the hair was still stuck to her skin after last night’s adventure.

Quarantined with Kell, Part I [incest][MF][aunt/nephew]

My first attempt at a story like this went in a direction I didn’t intend, but this one will stay more on track.

I welcome feedback and thoughts in the comments. Thank you for reading.

Quarantined with Kell

Part I

I walked down the front steps of my apartment and dropped my suitcase and overnight bag on the sidewalk. The moving van had cleared out a couple hours before and I had borrowed a vacuum from my neighbor to give the place a once over before I grabbed a quick shower and headed down to the sidewalk.

I was going home for a couple of months. The quarantine was coming, so my parents had offered to have their kids come home to ride things out with them. I was going to move back in to the room I had occupied as a kid, and my sister Bridget and her fiancee, Ethan, were going to be in the guest bedroom. We would all be working remotely until things settled down.

It didn’t make sense to pay rent on my apartment while I was gone, so I terminated the lease and stored my stuff.

An Evening with Chopin [FF]

An Evening with Chopin

Jenna glanced out the diner’s window and diddled nervously with her phone. No messages from Cassie, no missed calls. But she was ten minutes late.

She took another sip of her soda then dug the course list out of her backpack. She was still reeling a bit from her rejection by Oberlin, but the local state university had a nationally recognized music program and offered her a full all-expenses scholarship. This meant being near to home – and near to Cassie.

Cassie had been her piano teacher in high school, and also tutored her, becoming a friend and trusted advisor. Staying nearby meant she could continue her studies both at school and privately.

Having Cassie around, now that she was out of high school, would have other benefits as well.

Meanwhile, nearby, Cassie hung up from a call with a student’s parents and glanced at the clock. 5:10 PM, she was ten minutes late. The diner was just a block from her house. She texted Jenna and bolted out the door.

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part V – FINALE [incest][son/mother/sister/sister (MFFF)][anal][exhibitionism][paranormal]

When I reached the end of Part III, I realized I had to decide between two possible endings I was considering. One was the depraved, extreme ending, and one was a silly sort of Scooby-Doo-like ending. I realized after a bit I could combine the two. I hope you enjoy.

I may reprise these characters at some future point. They are pregnant with potential.

If you haven’t done so already, you should go back and read Parts I, II, III and IV of this story before continuing. This story starts immediately after Part IV ends.

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MEETING THE BIRTH MOTHER

Part V

Nothing made sense.

My mother had painted my aunt and grandmother as sexually repressed religious nuts. I was going to try to seduce them, but they had beat me to it.

Something crazy was going on.

I was kept locked in the room until dusk the next evening. My grandmother brought me a light dinner then ordered me to shower and handed me a purple robe like you would wear in a church choir and told me to put it on – nothing underneath.