American Gothic - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,

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

pretty," Charles said. He looked back over his shoulder toward the kitchen. "Who were those women, really?" "I told you: very old relatives. Some of the oldest in our family." "I thought everyone was coming tomorrow?" "Most are, but it’s their way to always arrive first. In a way, they're with us all the time. But you shouldn't worry too much about them. After all, you're only dreaming." "That's right!" Charles said, and laughed. "I forgot." “Since you're dreaming, there's no reason you can't come a little closer." She slipped her fingers into his hand and drew him in. The garden closed around them like a steamy jungle. The sky overhead was black, with no moon and no stars, but Charles had no trouble seeing anyway. He supposed that was a thing about dreams. His eyes were to Lorelei’s neckline. She tossed her hair back, perhaps to afford him an even better view. "Are you looking forward to joining the family?" she said. "Very much." "But you find us strange." "A little." The scent of night flowers was making him light-headed, as if he'd had a lot to drink. "But who isn't?" "Devi isn't. Devi is the most normal, wholesome girl in the whole wide world. That's how she plays it, anyway." "Let's not talk about her if that's all right? I don't think she'd like us talking about her while she's not around." "It's your dream. The least I can do is be accommodating." She began to sing, very softly, and Charles recognized it as the same song that had brought him downstairs in the first ... place: "Lie you there, dove Isabel, And all my sorrows lie with thee; Till Kemp Owyne come over the sea, And borrow you with kisses three." She broke off and leaned in as close to him as she could without their lips touching. "Everything in my garden is poisonous, you know," she said. "Does that include you?" "Try me and see." "We could get into trouble." "But none of this is real. When it's over you'll wake up. Tomorrow is the Summer Solstice, did you know that? The longest day of the year. In the old days they thought ghosts and spirits were most numerous on that day, and witches held commune with their gods.” “That’s…very interesting.” “It‘s an important time for the family. Remember that when you wake up. Now kiss me.” “I--” “Don’t you want to?” “Of course.” “Maybe it would help to make you more comfortable?” She brought him to a spot where the vines and flowers formed a kind of bed. He was afraid of crushing them but she insisted he lay down anyway, and he found them a resilient but welcoming cushion. They even seemed to shift and stir to make more room for him. Lorelei lay down with him and they canoodled in each other’s arms for a while. She was utterly different from her sister: plump and curvy, generously portioned in all the right places, not at all like Devanie’s thin, demanding strength. Her lips tasted like honeysuckle and lavender. The more they kissed, the more powerful the scent of flowers became, and the less Charles worried about anything. What a beautiful ...