1. 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

    it directly, and Charles was sure to look him in the eyes as they were introduced, even though it didn't matter. "A pleasure," was all Mr. Darcie said. He looked as if he’d been born with the minister’s collar around his neck. "We've got your room all ready," Mrs. Darcie said as they ambled up the creaking staircase, Charles carrying all the bags at once. "And you're in time for dinner. Nothing puts meat on your bones like genuine home cooking." "Darn tootin', ma'am," Charles said. He was having trouble getting all the bags up the narrow stairs. Blank-eyed cupids decorated the banisters and for some reason he found their gaze distracting as he juggled suitcases, so much that he almost walked right into the woman on the landing. Without thinking, he steadied himself by grabbing her elbow. The feeling of soft skin registered at the exact moment as the flowery scent of her perfume. His eye trailed up the smooth, pale arm and across the rounded shoulder to a mane of dark hair and a pair of scarlet lips. The bags all dropped out of his hands with a thump. "Are you another long-lost cousin who washed up for the reunion?" said the woman. "Or are you with the help?" "Um?" was all Charles said. He thought he might actually be blushing. A hand on his shoulder brought him back to his senses. Devanie wrapped herself around him in a protective way. "This is my sister, Lorelei," she said. "Lorelei, this is Charles. My fiance." She put a certain emphasis on the word. "Charmed," said ...
    Lorelei. Charles' tongue was working again and this seemed like it might be a good time to say something. "Devanie's told me all about you.” "I haven't heard a thing about you. How many engagements is this now, Devi? Three?" "Charles knows all about that," Devanie said. "We're very happy, and we're going to be married in the fall." "Right," Charles said, without knowing why. "I guess you'll be staying for dinner," Lorelei said. “If you last that long." The bedroom, when he and Devanie got there (somewhere along the way they'd lost Mrs. Darcie back to the kitchen), was at least cozy. The windows were made of pebbled glass with oaks growing all around, so it looked like late twilight instead of early afternoon. But the bed was comfortable and the strange odor of the place didn't seem strong here (although that might have been Lorelei's perfume still lingering). He shut the door. "You never told you had a sister?" "She's the black sheep.” "She seems nice enough." "That's what they always say." Devanie wrung her hands. "Are you all right? I know it's a lot to take in at once." "Everybody seems nice. Strange, but nice." "If I'd known Uncle Ruthven would be here I'd have warned you about him. He's a very dear man, but he hasn't been the same since his wife died, and long trips are bad for his health." She went over to the window, though she couldn't possibly see anything out of it. "Tomorrow everyone else is coming. Aunts and uncles and in-laws I haven't seen since I was a girl." Charles ...
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