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American Gothic

Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, First Time, Gothic, Horror, Male/Female, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

looked at him the way you'd look at an idiot child. "That’s the Family." Mr. and Mrs. Darcie greeted their guests at the door, embracing each and calling them by name (even those names Charles was sure no one should be able to pronounce), and swiftly the house filled up with a jolly, horrid, swinging crew of partiers. Wild laughter, banging and shouts, the whisper of capes and robes and shrouds brushing the floor this way and that as Family members rushed to each other for reunions a hundred of two hundred or a thousand years in the making. Charles sat on a couch, too frightened to move. Lorelei sat on one side and Devanie on the other. Both had a hand on one of his knees, and they glared at each other over him. "This time I mean it, Lorelei: As soon as we're alone again it's a pen-knife right in the spine for you." "Smile and look pleasant, Devanie: You're supposed to be the good daughter." "You know, I just remembered there was a nice roadside motel about 20 miles back," Charles said. "Maybe I should just move on over there until all this family business is out of the way and then we can--" "No!" said both sisters at once. A crone with hair like a rat peered at Charles through the messy curtain of her long locks. “What’s this morsel?” she said, picking her teeth with the end of one graying nail. Both sisters tightened their grips on him. “This is Charles,” they said at once. Charles himself squeaked. The old woman (Aunt Keziah, the sisters would later call her) snorted ... and rolled her eyes. “At it again, you two? The same game since you were grubs. Do you know, once I told them, ‘If you both want the same man so bad, let’s cut him half and you can both have some.’” Devanie looked thoughtful for a moment. “Poor Donald. He had such a good heart.” “How would you know? I got the heart,” said Lorelei. “Anyway, this one won’t be like those other times. Charles is mine by right and I’m going to have him. I’ll marry him right here in front of the entire family.” She stood up and jerked him to his feet along with her. “Let’s do it now. Where’s Uncle Einar?” “Here!” said a great voice, and a man with a huge beard and a face like Santa Claus and two enormous leathery green wing folded up on his back approached. “Are we having a wedding? Marvelous. Is the groom with us or do we have to go dig one up?" He winked at Charles with an eye the size of a silver dollar. “Hold it you tart! You can’t have Charles because…well, the fact is, I’ve had him already! Tell them, sweetpea!” Charles blushed and stammered. “We were going to wait. That is to say, we waited. But sometime last night, uh, one thing led to another, and…” They had attracted quite a crowd now, aging hags picking at the straw of their broomsticks and doglike men grinning and panting. Lorelei shook her head. “Impossible. I would have been able to tell. Are you sure you did, you know, everything? I know you don’t have much experience in these things, Dev.” Charles blushed even harder. “If you want to ...