An 11-year-old boy with a curious and logical mind, always ready to analyze situations and make sense of them. He's not particularly concerned about social norms or expectations, often acting on his impulses. Despite his young age, he shows maturity in certain situations. Physically, he is in the early stages of adolescence but already exhibits signs of growing into a handsome young man.

Eric began flipping back from the last entry, "Here's one with her celebrating getting her driving permit, and before that she's talking about how her grades are slipping and being stressed. Here she's late for school or work or something, then here she's talking about another party; she implies it's special but doesn't say why, and here we have her talking about Mom and Dad getting engaged..."

As he pointed out various entries, one stood out: ''Oh God, I'm late, like super late! I'm worried.'' Eric assumed that simple line was about his aunt being late to be somewhere, not grasping the other implications, but Jessi being a few years older, and a girl grasped them immediately.

"Hmmmm... Okay, nothing so special... I mean..." Jessi shrugged, still leaning on the backrest of the couch, her face resting on her hands, her butt stretched out. If anyone else could see it, they would find it darn sexy for sure, but as no one was there to see it, no one did. Still, she held the pose, simply because it was comfortable. However, then Eric pointed out one entry and, going by his tone, Jessi knew that he did not understand it. But she did.

"Hey, what?!" Immediately, she snatched the diary from her brother's hand, shot practically up, and read the entry once more again. *Oh God, I'm late, like super late! I'm worried.*

She groaned under her breath. "Damn... You do realize what she meant, don't you?"

Eric looked at his sister perplexed, "She was late getting to school and thought she was going to get in trouble," he said with a shrug. "She said her grades were going down, that happens when you're late for class a lot..."

Jessi nearly slapped her brother over the head, but it was nothing more than a light pad for this stupidity. "No man... Urgh, I can't believe this..." This groaning she climbed with her long, slender legs over the back of the sofa and let herself fall into a comfortable position next to Eric, then holding the diary over to him. "It means she got her period late. Meaning either she had a bun in the oven or it was a false alarm... but going by our gramps, I'd bet on the former."

She stopped as she realized something, her eyes growing huge. "Wow... wow, that's... that could mean... damn..."

"No, that can't be right," Eric replied, while quickly going through the numbers in his head, "We only have two cousins, Danny would be like eight now, and April is six days younger than me; I remember because when they lived near us, we always had our birthday parties on the same day, halfway between the two dates. If you were right, then the kid would have to be like fifteen or sixteen. And there's no way she had an abortion; Mom and Dad may not be as bad as Dad's parents, but they're still hardcore against that. In fact, I overheard Mom say one time, that's why she got you those pills. Because Mom and Dad are still cool with Aunt Kim, we know that didn't happen."

Jessi shrugged, though she nodded along with Eric's explanation. "I know... But it's written in the diary. Do you think she would write in her diary that she's late to school? I mean, if you're late for something, do you take your time to write it down in your diary? Come on..."

She leaned back, thinking for a moment, obviously not very comfortable with this information. "Who knows? Maybe she lost it. Or had a miscarriage. Or gave it up. Or had an abortion... Or she was really just, you know, late. That happens. False alarm... Would be enough to send any girl into a frenzy, believe me."

Eric realized Jessi had a point: if you were running late for something, you wouldn't stop writing about it. "OK, so she was having a baby," he said, thinking rationally: "Gram, and Grandpa wouldn't have a meltdown over a false alarm, and Mom and Dad wouldn't help her with an abortion. So either she had a miscarriage, or we have a cousin out there somewhere we've never met."

Suddenly Jessi's last sentence registered with him. "Wait, what do you mean by ''believe me'', you talk like you have first-hand experience?!"

"Could all be..." Jessi shrugged before Eric's last sentence registered with her this time. She needed another second for her brain to catch up, but then her head snapped around to him and stared at him, saying, "What?... no... no, I have not..."

Then she downright collapsed, her body relaxing, falling back against the backrest, giggling, her shoulders shaking as she did. "No, don't worry. I just had this one time when I was actually late. I had my period but one time it did not come. Boy, I freaked out. I thought something had happened... I was still a virgin, so I had all these crazy thoughts... turns out, I was really just late, a few days, nothing more."

She shrugged, still smirking and smiling. "Soooo... perhaps our dear Aunt was also just late, but this set of her parents or something... could be."

"Maybe," came Eric's reply, as he took a sip of coco, "You know, it's funny how much we don't really know about our family history. Why Aunt Kim never came back here, not ever for her parents' funerals. Or why they were always so... I don't know... not outright cold, but at arms length, I guess, when it came to Mom and Dad. I remember the few times we came here when they were still alive, it was like Gram and Grandpa just assumed that we were going to get into trouble. They were always 'Don't go snooping; stay out of there; no you can't play that game, you'll just lose the pieces; no you can't play ball outside; you'll break a window."

Finally, Eric looked seriously at Jessi, "Why do you think they were like that?"

Jessi mirrored her brother and took a sip from her coco, enjoying the taste and the warmth, nodding along as he talked. Finally, as he asked her if she thought what the reason for that was, she only shrugged. "No idea... we'll never know... I mean, we could perhaps ask mom one day... But... I don't wanna freak her out too much. So, it's not the first thing we should ask her once we get the chance."

Then, as if remembering something, she suddenly shot up with her boundless energy, whirling around on the spot and walking into the direction of the kitchen. "I'm gonna get the food. And clean the table, okay?"

Eric nodded in agreement, finished his drink, then stood. It was only a few moments to clear the coffee table, set the old camcorder and boxes of photos on the floor, then gather the cheese covered plates from earlier, along with his cup, he followed Jessi to the kitchen. Setting the plates in the sink, he turned to the cabinet and began refilling his mug. "You know, when you put peppermint in your chocolate, I thought it would make it taste like mouthwash, but this is actually pretty good. Do you need a refill too?"

"Sure, hit me," Jessi said over her shoulder to her brother as she already grabbed the oven mittens and put them on, making her appear quite comical with those oversized hands and those rather sexy clothing she was wearing; she couldn't help being sexy even in simple hotpants and oversized shirt. She grabbed the chips from the stove and pulled them out, then prepared the buns for the hotdogs and everything else, moving with grace, a lightness to her, her motions fluid and graceful as if she were dancing. For a moment there, she seemed to be lost in her own mind, seemed to only live for this moment, not even noticing that Eric was here as well.

Then, as if startled by it, she noticed him again and slipped, catching herself before she fell, but she was out of it; she was out of the Zone. "Well... that was embarrassing."

Eric was busy making their drinks while watching his sister out of the corner of his eye; surreptitiously ogling her really. So he wasn't paying full attention when he added the clear minty liquid, pouring in more than he'd intended.

Eric wasn't quite ready to go again yet, but he didn't think he would make it to the end of whatever movie Jessi picked. He was captivated by her graceful movements, so he saw instantly when she slipped. "Are you OK?" he asked, coming to her side with both mugs in hand, offering one to her.

"Peachy," Jessi responded immediately, perhaps a bit too quickly, smiling broadly and with a crimson blush all over her face. Yeah, not that believable, but most likely, she simply wanted to overplay her embarrassment. "I'm peachy, thanks."

Then, with once more too much energy and vigor, she grabbed the big bowl with the chips and the hotdogs, quickly striding past Eric and into the living room. "Come on, bring the chocolate loverboy. I need a movie, warm chocolate, and some snuggling."

Trailing behind Jessi, he sat the mugs on the coffee table, then picked up the blankets from where they lay and spread them across the couch, before sitting and picking up a handful of chips and eating them. "So, what movie have you decided on?", he asked, as he held a chip up to her lips so she could take a bite. "I'm kind of feeling like a comedy."

As he takes a bite himself, does he realize how hungry he really is, and without fully realizing it, begins making the chips and hotdogs disappear.

"Well, I guess a comedy works for me as well," Jessi replied with a smile and then began to search through the small assortment of DVDs which were available. Without the internet and without Netflix, they were stuck with what was there, and that was certainly not the newest movies. And yes, while Jessi stood in front of the drawer with the DVDs, she bent down with her legs straight, making her ass swing softly from left to right, knowing fully well what she did. Ha, suffer you little squirt, suffer, hahahaha.

Still, after a few moments of searching, she pulled out an old comedy movie, a really old one, not even in color yet. "Let's see..." She slid the disc into the slit for it and then bounced back to the couch, jumping onto it next to her brother and taking position close to him, her legs drawn in, leaning forward to get something to eat as well. And then, after a moment, she suddenly said, "You know, this is nice. Us being... friendly with one another, you know? Just... Doing such stuff like watching movies. I kinda... Oh, no, forget it."

"Kinda what?" Eric pressed between bites, looking Jessi over out of the corner of his eye, smiling in a friendly, teasing way.

He took little time to eat, finishing a hotdog in four bites, before washing it down with a deep drink from his mug; it was then he noticed that he'd added too much mint. Coughing and choking, the drink came spraying out his nose, filling his head with a sudden cold/burning sensation worse than any brain freeze he'd ever felt. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he let out a croaking gravely yell as he clutched his head.

Jessi was in the process of grabbing a blanket and pulling it towards herself to snuggle into it, smiling and about to reply to her brother's question, when he suddenly began to cough like crazy and shoot his chocolate all over the couch and table, out of his nose no less. "Yikes!"

But she couldn't do anything; she just whirled around to face him and look at him, not willing to touch him at the risk of making it worse or prompting some bad reaction. All she did was ask, "Damn, don't die on me, mum would kill me. Stop that, fuck..."

"The inside of my head's on fire" Eric groaned, tears trickling down his cheeks as he blinked his red rimmed eyes. Suddenly, he was wracked with sneezing, as his sinuses tried to clear themselves of the peppermint flavored alcohol. Quickly, he made his way to the bathroom, knocking the boxes of pictures over along the way.

It would be several minutes before he returned, staggering as he walked, the alcohol having gone directly into his bloodstream.

The moment he opened the door of the bathroom, Jessi stood in front of it, clearly distressed and worried for him, giving him an apologetic look. She had followed him out of worry, but unable to do anything, she had been stuck with simply waiting in front of the door and doing nothing. God, she hated this. As soon as she saw him, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, giving him a squeeze, and then looked at him and said, "Hey... You somewhat okay?... Damn, you look horrible, please tell me you feel better at least..."

"I'll be OK," Eric replied, "It's like breathing vapor run, only about a hundred times stronger." He leaned into his sister's hug then, his head pillowed against her breasts, "I think I got a little head rush though, and I feel kind of dizzy. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, come on, no need to apologize." Jessi pulled him closer and pulled him to her, small, tits, very well knowing in what position the two were. "Come on, let's get you sat down and something to eat and... Well, I wanna watch the movie with my little bro, I'm really looking forward to that." She gave him a soft smile and then pulled him downstairs. She did notice his unsteady steps... If his steps were unsteady, that is.

Eric followed Jessi down the stairs on shaky legs, throwing himself across the couch as she started the movie. The pain in his head was fading, only to be replaced by a light, fuzzy sensation. Hitting a button on the remote, and Young Frankenstein began playing. "Hey, I thought you said you'd pick a comedy, not a cheesy horror movie!"

Jessi climbed onto the couch and drew two blankets up, one for Eric and one for herself, then, grabbing one of the hotdogs and leaning onto her brother. It was not cozy, not yet, but nearly. It was nice and, most of all, it was very warm, thank you very much. "Hey, the dvd cover said it was a comedy..." She shrugged, then suddenly shifted her position, stretched out her legs and leaned sideways, her head now resting on Eric's chest and then on his lap as she got more comfortable.

Eric sat, trying to watch the movie, but it felt like his mind was in neutral, making it difficult to follow along. Eventually, he gave up, and instead simply began snacking on the chips, occasionally passing some to Jessi, as her head lay in his lap. After a while, he began absentmindedly running his hand slowly up and down her side, from ribs to hip, and back; his strokes matching the gentle spinning in his head.

Jessi left her head in Eric's lap, simply enjoying the sensation of a warm body next to hers, the knowledge that she was warm, comfortable, entertained and, all in all, had a good time. The movie was funny enough, and it distracted her nicely from her, actually, quite fucked up situation. Now and then she opened her mouth to receive some chips from her brother, smiling at this, but otherwise simply lying there and enjoying this. It was halfway through the movie, Eric absentmindedly stroking the side and back of her body, that Jessi, without lifting her eyes from the TV, softly laid her hand on that of her brother and pulled it under her shirt and to her front, to her breasts. And then pulled the blanket back up, to remain warm and cozy. "Hmmmm... This is nice..."

Eric began to get hard again, forming a lump against the side of Jessi's head. He massaged and kneaded his sister's tinder breast before sliding his hand down, across her belly, then up again the other, giving it equal treatment; slowly, back and forth, up and down, his hand ranged each time drawing closer to the band of her hotpants. "Nice in all kinds of ways," he replied as his fingers slipped under the elastic, "and it just keeps getting nicer."

A soft moan escaped from Jessi as she felt her brother's hand roving her body, massaging her, groping her. Thing is, he wasn't just wildly groping and grabbing; he took his time, he enjoyed it, and that was really nice. It was as if he adored her, and that was a feeling which she could really get used to.

"Hmmm..." Propping herself up, Jessi sat down next to Eric now, then turning on one knee and swinging her other leg over his legs, sitting down in his lap now with her knees on the sides of his hips. Biting her lower lip, she looked at him, her arms now landing on his shoulders, her hands holding each other behind his neck. For a moment, she held this position, then she kissed him. Not hot and feverish, but softly, carefully, drawing it out, enjoying the warmth of him, the feeling of him against her lips, suckling on his lips. "Hmmmmm..."

Eric returned the kiss with a softness born of uncertainty. This was different from the kissing they'd done earlier somehow, though he couldn't say in what way. Bringing his own arms up, he wrapped them around Jessi's back and began slowly grinding upward against her hips that pinned him. Grabbing her shirt, he began to pull it up, over her head, breaking their kiss at last.


A 15-year-old girl with an energetic and vivacious personality. She's comfortable in her own skin, often using her physicality to express herself, and is described as naturally sexy even in casual attire. Her actions suggest she's confident, playful, and somewhat mischievous. She exhibits a caring side towards her younger brother Eric, showing concern for his well-being during moments of distress. Physically, has a slender figure with long legs and small breasts.

Eric began flipping back from the last entry, "Here's one with her celebrating getting her driving permit, and before that she's talking about how her grades are slipping and being stressed. Here she's late for school or work or something, then here she's talking about another party; she implies it's special but doesn't say why, and here we have her talking about Mom and Dad getting engaged..."

As he pointed out various entries, one stood out: ''Oh God, I'm late, like super late! I'm worried.'' Eric assumed that simple line was about his aunt being late to be somewhere, not grasping the other implications, but Jessi being a few years older, and a girl grasped them immediately.

"Hmmmm... Okay, nothing so special... I mean..." Jessi shrugged, still leaning on the backrest of the couch, her face resting on her hands, her butt stretched out. If anyone else could see it, they would find it darn sexy for sure, but as no one was there to see it, no one did. Still, she held the pose, simply because it was comfortable. However, then Eric pointed out one entry and, going by his tone, Jessi knew that he did not understand it. But she did.

"Hey, what?!" Immediately, she snatched the diary from her brother's hand, shot practically up, and read the entry once more again. *Oh God, I'm late, like super late! I'm worried.*

She groaned under her breath. "Damn... You do realize what she meant, don't you?"

Eric looked at his sister perplexed, "She was late getting to school and thought she was going to get in trouble," he said with a shrug. "She said her grades were going down, that happens when you're late for class a lot..."

Jessi nearly slapped her brother over the head, but it was nothing more than a light pad for this stupidity. "No man... Urgh, I can't believe this..." This groaning she climbed with her long, slender legs over the back of the sofa and let herself fall into a comfortable position next to Eric, then holding the diary over to him. "It means she got her period late. Meaning either she had a bun in the oven or it was a false alarm... but going by our gramps, I'd bet on the former."

She stopped as she realized something, her eyes growing huge. "Wow... wow, that's... that could mean... damn..."

"No, that can't be right," Eric replied, while quickly going through the numbers in his head, "We only have two cousins, Danny would be like eight now, and April is six days younger than me; I remember because when they lived near us, we always had our birthday parties on the same day, halfway between the two dates. If you were right, then the kid would have to be like fifteen or sixteen. And there's no way she had an abortion; Mom and Dad may not be as bad as Dad's parents, but they're still hardcore against that. In fact, I overheard Mom say one time, that's why she got you those pills. Because Mom and Dad are still cool with Aunt Kim, we know that didn't happen."

Jessi shrugged, though she nodded along with Eric's explanation. "I know... But it's written in the diary. Do you think she would write in her diary that she's late to school? I mean, if you're late for something, do you take your time to write it down in your diary? Come on..."

She leaned back, thinking for a moment, obviously not very comfortable with this information. "Who knows? Maybe she lost it. Or had a miscarriage. Or gave it up. Or had an abortion... Or she was really just, you know, late. That happens. False alarm... Would be enough to send any girl into a frenzy, believe me."

Eric realized Jessi had a point: if you were running late for something, you wouldn't stop writing about it. "OK, so she was having a baby," he said, thinking rationally: "Gram, and Grandpa wouldn't have a meltdown over a false alarm, and Mom and Dad wouldn't help her with an abortion. So either she had a miscarriage, or we have a cousin out there somewhere we've never met."

Suddenly Jessi's last sentence registered with him. "Wait, what do you mean by ''believe me'', you talk like you have first-hand experience?!"

"Could all be..." Jessi shrugged before Eric's last sentence registered with her this time. She needed another second for her brain to catch up, but then her head snapped around to him and stared at him, saying, "What?... no... no, I have not..."

Then she downright collapsed, her body relaxing, falling back against the backrest, giggling, her shoulders shaking as she did. "No, don't worry. I just had this one time when I was actually late. I had my period but one time it did not come. Boy, I freaked out. I thought something had happened... I was still a virgin, so I had all these crazy thoughts... turns out, I was really just late, a few days, nothing more."

She shrugged, still smirking and smiling. "Soooo... perhaps our dear Aunt was also just late, but this set of her parents or something... could be."

"Maybe," came Eric's reply, as he took a sip of coco, "You know, it's funny how much we don't really know about our family history. Why Aunt Kim never came back here, not ever for her parents' funerals. Or why they were always so... I don't know... not outright cold, but at arms length, I guess, when it came to Mom and Dad. I remember the few times we came here when they were still alive, it was like Gram and Grandpa just assumed that we were going to get into trouble. They were always 'Don't go snooping; stay out of there; no you can't play that game, you'll just lose the pieces; no you can't play ball outside; you'll break a window."

Finally, Eric looked seriously at Jessi, "Why do you think they were like that?"

Jessi mirrored her brother and took a sip from her coco, enjoying the taste and the warmth, nodding along as he talked. Finally, as he asked her if she thought what the reason for that was, she only shrugged. "No idea... we'll never know... I mean, we could perhaps ask mom one day... But... I don't wanna freak her out too much. So, it's not the first thing we should ask her once we get the chance."

Then, as if remembering something, she suddenly shot up with her boundless energy, whirling around on the spot and walking into the direction of the kitchen. "I'm gonna get the food. And clean the table, okay?"

Eric nodded in agreement, finished his drink, then stood. It was only a few moments to clear the coffee table, set the old camcorder and boxes of photos on the floor, then gather the cheese covered plates from earlier, along with his cup, he followed Jessi to the kitchen. Setting the plates in the sink, he turned to the cabinet and began refilling his mug. "You know, when you put peppermint in your chocolate, I thought it would make it taste like mouthwash, but this is actually pretty good. Do you need a refill too?"

"Sure, hit me," Jessi said over her shoulder to her brother as she already grabbed the oven mittens and put them on, making her appear quite comical with those oversized hands and those rather sexy clothing she was wearing; she couldn't help being sexy even in simple hotpants and oversized shirt. She grabbed the chips from the stove and pulled them out, then prepared the buns for the hotdogs and everything else, moving with grace, a lightness to her, her motions fluid and graceful as if she were dancing. For a moment there, she seemed to be lost in her own mind, seemed to only live for this moment, not even noticing that Eric was here as well.

Then, as if startled by it, she noticed him again and slipped, catching herself before she fell, but she was out of it; she was out of the Zone. "Well... that was embarrassing."

Eric was busy making their drinks while watching his sister out of the corner of his eye; surreptitiously ogling her really. So he wasn't paying full attention when he added the clear minty liquid, pouring in more than he'd intended.

Eric wasn't quite ready to go again yet, but he didn't think he would make it to the end of whatever movie Jessi picked. He was captivated by her graceful movements, so he saw instantly when she slipped. "Are you OK?" he asked, coming to her side with both mugs in hand, offering one to her.

"Peachy," Jessi responded immediately, perhaps a bit too quickly, smiling broadly and with a crimson blush all over her face. Yeah, not that believable, but most likely, she simply wanted to overplay her embarrassment. "I'm peachy, thanks."

Then, with once more too much energy and vigor, she grabbed the big bowl with the chips and the hotdogs, quickly striding past Eric and into the living room. "Come on, bring the chocolate loverboy. I need a movie, warm chocolate, and some snuggling."

Trailing behind Jessi, he sat the mugs on the coffee table, then picked up the blankets from where they lay and spread them across the couch, before sitting and picking up a handful of chips and eating them. "So, what movie have you decided on?", he asked, as he held a chip up to her lips so she could take a bite. "I'm kind of feeling like a comedy."

As he takes a bite himself, does he realize how hungry he really is, and without fully realizing it, begins making the chips and hotdogs disappear.

"Well, I guess a comedy works for me as well," Jessi replied with a smile and then began to search through the small assortment of DVDs which were available. Without the internet and without Netflix, they were stuck with what was there, and that was certainly not the newest movies. And yes, while Jessi stood in front of the drawer with the DVDs, she bent down with her legs straight, making her ass swing softly from left to right, knowing fully well what she did. Ha, suffer you little squirt, suffer, hahahaha.

Still, after a few moments of searching, she pulled out an old comedy movie, a really old one, not even in color yet. "Let's see..." She slid the disc into the slit for it and then bounced back to the couch, jumping onto it next to her brother and taking position close to him, her legs drawn in, leaning forward to get something to eat as well. And then, after a moment, she suddenly said, "You know, this is nice. Us being... friendly with one another, you know? Just... Doing such stuff like watching movies. I kinda... Oh, no, forget it."

"Kinda what?" Eric pressed between bites, looking Jessi over out of the corner of his eye, smiling in a friendly, teasing way.

He took little time to eat, finishing a hotdog in four bites, before washing it down with a deep drink from his mug; it was then he noticed that he'd added too much mint. Coughing and choking, the drink came spraying out his nose, filling his head with a sudden cold/burning sensation worse than any brain freeze he'd ever felt. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he let out a croaking gravely yell as he clutched his head.

Jessi was in the process of grabbing a blanket and pulling it towards herself to snuggle into it, smiling and about to reply to her brother's question, when he suddenly began to cough like crazy and shoot his chocolate all over the couch and table, out of his nose no less. "Yikes!"

But she couldn't do anything; she just whirled around to face him and look at him, not willing to touch him at the risk of making it worse or prompting some bad reaction. All she did was ask, "Damn, don't die on me, mum would kill me. Stop that, fuck..."

"The inside of my head's on fire" Eric groaned, tears trickling down his cheeks as he blinked his red rimmed eyes. Suddenly, he was wracked with sneezing, as his sinuses tried to clear themselves of the peppermint flavored alcohol. Quickly, he made his way to the bathroom, knocking the boxes of pictures over along the way.

It would be several minutes before he returned, staggering as he walked, the alcohol having gone directly into his bloodstream.

The moment he opened the door of the bathroom, Jessi stood in front of it, clearly distressed and worried for him, giving him an apologetic look. She had followed him out of worry, but unable to do anything, she had been stuck with simply waiting in front of the door and doing nothing. God, she hated this. As soon as she saw him, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, giving him a squeeze, and then looked at him and said, "Hey... You somewhat okay?... Damn, you look horrible, please tell me you feel better at least..."

"I'll be OK," Eric replied, "It's like breathing vapor run, only about a hundred times stronger." He leaned into his sister's hug then, his head pillowed against her breasts, "I think I got a little head rush though, and I feel kind of dizzy. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, come on, no need to apologize." Jessi pulled him closer and pulled him to her, small, tits, very well knowing in what position the two were. "Come on, let's get you sat down and something to eat and... Well, I wanna watch the movie with my little bro, I'm really looking forward to that." She gave him a soft smile and then pulled him downstairs. She did notice his unsteady steps... If his steps were unsteady, that is.

Eric followed Jessi down the stairs on shaky legs, throwing himself across the couch as she started the movie. The pain in his head was fading, only to be replaced by a light, fuzzy sensation. Hitting a button on the remote, and Young Frankenstein began playing. "Hey, I thought you said you'd pick a comedy, not a cheesy horror movie!"

Jessi climbed onto the couch and drew two blankets up, one for Eric and one for herself, then, grabbing one of the hotdogs and leaning onto her brother. It was not cozy, not yet, but nearly. It was nice and, most of all, it was very warm, thank you very much. "Hey, the dvd cover said it was a comedy..." She shrugged, then suddenly shifted her position, stretched out her legs and leaned sideways, her head now resting on Eric's chest and then on his lap as she got more comfortable.

Eric sat, trying to watch the movie, but it felt like his mind was in neutral, making it difficult to follow along. Eventually, he gave up, and instead simply began snacking on the chips, occasionally passing some to Jessi, as her head lay in his lap. After a while, he began absentmindedly running his hand slowly up and down her side, from ribs to hip, and back; his strokes matching the gentle spinning in his head.

Jessi left her head in Eric's lap, simply enjoying the sensation of a warm body next to hers, the knowledge that she was warm, comfortable, entertained and, all in all, had a good time. The movie was funny enough, and it distracted her nicely from her, actually, quite fucked up situation. Now and then she opened her mouth to receive some chips from her brother, smiling at this, but otherwise simply lying there and enjoying this. It was halfway through the movie, Eric absentmindedly stroking the side and back of her body, that Jessi, without lifting her eyes from the TV, softly laid her hand on that of her brother and pulled it under her shirt and to her front, to her breasts. And then pulled the blanket back up, to remain warm and cozy. "Hmmmm... This is nice..."

Eric began to get hard again, forming a lump against the side of Jessi's head. He massaged and kneaded his sister's tinder breast before sliding his hand down, across her belly, then up again the other, giving it equal treatment; slowly, back and forth, up and down, his hand ranged each time drawing closer to the band of her hotpants. "Nice in all kinds of ways," he replied as his fingers slipped under the elastic, "and it just keeps getting nicer."

A soft moan escaped from Jessi as she felt her brother's hand roving her body, massaging her, groping her. Thing is, he wasn't just wildly groping and grabbing; he took his time, he enjoyed it, and that was really nice. It was as if he adored her, and that was a feeling which she could really get used to.

"Hmmm..." Propping herself up, Jessi sat down next to Eric now, then turning on one knee and swinging her other leg over his legs, sitting down in his lap now with her knees on the sides of his hips. Biting her lower lip, she looked at him, her arms now landing on his shoulders, her hands holding each other behind his neck. For a moment, she held this position, then she kissed him. Not hot and feverish, but softly, carefully, drawing it out, enjoying the warmth of him, the feeling of him against her lips, suckling on his lips. "Hmmmmm..."


A large, muscular individual with hands significantly larger than Olivia's. His strength suggests an imposing physical presence, further emphasized by his Wendigo nature which includes sharp and serrated teeth. He dresses simply, not owning many clothes and doesn't seem overly concerned about his appearance at social events. Personality-wise, is fairly straightforward and pragmatic, handling the tasks at hand efficiently like carrying groceries or making decisions about the party. Despite his potentially fearsome supernatural identity, he exhibits control over his instincts and displays a sense of fairness in choosing his targets for hunting based on their guilt rather than innocence. He also seems to have a dry sense of humor and can be somewhat blunt in conversation.

Hassun took the bags from her and held them in the grip of each hand. He was much stronger, and his hands were larger than hers, so he figured he would carry the bags instead. It wasn't like it was hard for him to anyway, and the sooner they could get this all packed away at the dorm the sooner they could get to the party.

He walked with her back to the dorm rooms, bags in hand, the cooler air of the evening. The stars were starting to peak out in the sunset sky, setting the world awash with color and deepening the red brickwork of the campus buildings.

Olivia let him take the bags without any fuss, realizing they were a bit too heavy for her to manage on her own, besides, she figured if he could lift her off the ground with no problem, then some groceries would be easy for him. She followed him into the night air, glancing up at the stars slowly appearing as the sun sunk lower in the sky.

Generally she would have been a bit nervous to walk across campus by herself, but she felt safe next to Hassun, which was ironic considering what he was. "I have a question, about when you turn into your other form when you hunt. Do you still remain who you are, mentally?" She asked. The school hadn't gone into too much detail beyond the aspect of him hunting, but she was curious if he still remembered who he was when he turned or if his other half took over completely.

"I'm still myself. Everything I do in that form I choose to do." Hassun told her. "Assuming I'm not mad from hunger after a month of not eating. When that happens, I run purely on instinct."

He looked down at her as they walked, the lights around the campus pathways flickering on as the sun set. Soon it would be completely dark, but with the lawn party people would still be milling about in the open.

"I wouldn't eat you, though. I'd go after something guilty of something terrible. Probably the nearest one. So you're safe... unless you done something utterly horrible in your life." He shrugged. The Wendigo was a thing of vengeance and punishment. It wasn't just. But it was fair. Innocent people weren't ever targeted by his kind. Only the worst of humanity. Some Wendigos had starved to death when there had been no one suitably guilty enough to feed on, often far out in the wilds where people were few. It was why his kind now dwelt in cities, and stayed hidden despite the Accords. At least until they were found, like he was, and dragged into the light, like he had been.

"That's good to know. Though I don't think I would taste very good anyway, not much meat on my bones." Olivia said with a small laugh. As the lights flickered on as the sun finally set, she peered upwards at the sky as they walked, spotting that more stars were starting to peek out as the light of the day faded. "I think the worst thing I've ever done was forget to turn in a library book on time." She mused, tucking some hair back from her face. When they arrived back at the dorm she unlocked the door and helped store the groceries in their respected places, leaving out the items that Hassun wanted to take to the party. She took a moment to regard her outfit, a pair of blue jean shorts and flannel long sleeved shirt and her ankle boots before deciding she looked fine as it was; it wasn't like there was anyone she was trying to impress anyway. "Ready to go?" She asked, glancing over at Hassun.

"You're practically a choir girl, being that innocent." Hassun snorted. After they had put away the fresh groceries Hassun had decided his current outfit would do for the party. He didn't own many clothes anyway, and these would be just fine.

"Lead the way." He told her, and followed her back out to the campus. It was truly night now, with the sun gone beyond the horizon and the black sky above speckled with stars. The lights around campus made the whole place bright enough to find their way easily, and so did the music that came from the party, as well as the crowds.

The party wasn't far from the dorms. Situated on a large grass field in the center of the campus there had been tables of food and drink set up as well as a stage with music played by a local DJ. Students spread out from there, all talking and drinking and laughing and eating. They certainly hadn't missed it, everyone was still in the full swing of the party.

"I'm not completely innocent you know, I've had boyfriends." Olivia said with a small huff. She didn't think dating only one person before counted, but she wasn't about to tell him that. Her parents could be rather... protective and they had a tendency of scaring away anyone that might want to date her, so her love life had been a bit lacking growing up.

Making sure she had everything she would need in her purse, she locked the door behind them and headed back outside. If the stream of people heading to the party didn't give away its location, then the loud music blasting from the speakers certainly did. As they approached the party, she hesitated and glanced up at Hassun, unsure what they should do first since she wasn't really one for parties and as such didn't have much experience when it came to social events. "Did you want to put the snacks and drinks down over there on the table?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I'll get a good idea of how innocent you are in the next few months." He said as they made their way into the throng of people milling about the open grassy lawns.

Hassun placed the food and the box of beers down on the table and looked around the party. He didn't know anyone here. Others had friends who had come with them, or knew people through their childhoods and pasts. To him, everyone here was a stranger. He felt their minds whirling around him, varying shades of gray and white and black, so many ideas and fears that came to him innately.

He grabbed himself a drink and was about to head off to find a place to sit and drink before he remembered Olivia was here too, and stopped just short of yanking her along with him. Right, the tether. He turned to her and instead decided he'd wait to see if she had anyone she recognized that she wanted to find, or anything she wanted to do.

Olivia followed him over to the table, making sure to stick close so they weren't separated in the crowds that were forming as more and more people arrived. The last thing she wanted to have happen was to be yanked by the tether because she got too far away from Hassun. As Hassun set the stuff he had brought down, Olivia snagged a water bottle from one of the coolers. She glanced around at all the people, many of whom knew each other. Most of her friends had gone to other universities, so she didn't know anyone here except Hassun and she wasn't sure if he really counted since they had just met that day.

She glanced around for the taller man and show him standing a few feet away, looking back at her as if waiting for her. "Did you want to go find some where to sit?" She asked as she hurried over to him. The idea of heading into the crowds was unappealing and so she was very content to just find a place to sit down and observe the party.

"Yeah, lets do that." Hassun shrugged. He opened the beer without a bottle opener, just grabbing the bottlecap and bending it with claws that flashed into existence for the briefest of moments, and then they were gone again. He took a drag from the bottle and led Olivia over to one of the benches, settling himself down. The music wasn't too loud from where they were, and as he looked around he could witness the mixture of mythological races that attended the academy.

Most kept to human form, some with telltale signs of their truth nature. Few wanted to exist within the mortal world in their true shapes. It had been a habit for so long for them to hide under glamours that it had become culturally ingrained in them that it was the right thing to do. Almost like in the way that being seen nude was considered an embarrassment anywhere that wasn't private, they wore their human guises like clothes to cover what was a strange sort of shame, although born out of survival instinct rather than an a moral code.

He could tell what most of them were. Vampire, pale and moved too little because they didn't need to breath or blink. Troll, a tan man built like a brick shithouse with far too much hair. Faerie, the tricky androgynous guy who kept darting from person to person. Minotaur, a heavyset woman who looked like she needed all that bulk just to support the things on her chest. Satyr, hippie. Dragon, carried himself like he owned the place, and knowing how they hoarded wealth he probably could of had he wanted to. Even a Drekavac, a thin faced Russian man with gaunt features who spoke far too loudly. And then there were all the others, form every corner of the world, every mythology and folklore and legend.

All here because most of the world had cast them out of the shadows and told them, in the spirit of humanity's existence, 'get a job!'. So now they were here, integrated into the human world just like it had integrated most everything else on earth.

"If this had been a hundred years ago this whole field would be a bloodbath." He muttered.


A petite young woman with hair that she occasionally tucks back from her face. She dresses casually, often in items such as blue jean shorts and flannel long-sleeve shirts paired with ankle boots. Her personality shows that she's somewhat reserved and not particularly fond of crowds or social events, indicating an introverted nature. Nonetheless, she is open-minded and adaptable to unusual circumstances, as shown by her calm acceptance of Hassun's Wendigo nature. She's also thoughtful and observant, often taking time to assess situations before making decisions or actions.

"Yeah, lets do that." Hassun shrugged. He opened the beer without a bottle opener, just grabbing the bottlecap and bending it with claws that flashed into existence for the briefest of moments, and then they were gone again. He took a drag from the bottle and led Olivia over to one of the benches, settling himself down. The music wasn't too loud from where they were, and as he looked around he could witness the mixture of mythological races that attended the academy.

Most kept to human form, some with telltale signs of their truth nature. Few wanted to exist within the mortal world in their true shapes. It had been a habit for so long for them to hide under glamours that it had become culturally ingrained in them that it was the right thing to do. Almost like in the way that being seen nude was considered an embarrassment anywhere that wasn't private, they wore their human guises like clothes to cover what was a strange sort of shame, although born out of survival instinct rather than an a moral code.

He could tell what most of them were. Vampire, pale and moved too little because they didn't need to breath or blink. Troll, a tan man built like a brick shithouse with far too much hair. Faerie, the tricky androgynous guy who kept darting from person to person. Minotaur, a heavyset woman who looked like she needed all that bulk just to support the things on her chest. Satyr, hippie. Dragon, carried himself like he owned the place, and knowing how they hoarded wealth he probably could of had he wanted to. Even a Drekavac, a thin faced Russian man with gaunt features who spoke far too loudly. And then there were all the others, form every corner of the world, every mythology and folklore and legend.

All here because most of the world had cast them out of the shadows and told them, in the spirit of humanity's existence, 'get a job!'. So now they were here, integrated into the human world just like it had integrated most everything else on earth.

"If this had been a hundred years ago this whole field would be a bloodbath." He muttered.

Olivia settled down onto the wood of the bench, leaning back against the rest as she cracked the seal on her water bottle and took a drink. Legs swinging slightly and toes brushing against the grass beneath them, Olivia looked around as she gazed at the different races that were attending the academy. Though everyone was wearing a human guise, if you observed them for long enough you could pick up on some supernatural tendencies. It was amazing just how many different types of supernatural beings were attending the academy, but she figured that was all due to this university being so accepting of the other worldly beings whereas other schools were not.

She could see the logic in requiring the new students to participate in the project, since a lot of the humans that were attending came with their own personal biases that the school wanted to break. Like her own partner for instance; everyone who knew him for what he was most likely only thought of him as a man-eating monster, but she was determined to see the side that Hassun hid from the world; who he really was behind the façade he hid behind.

"Yes, it would have been." She agreed, taking another sip of her water. Sometimes she wondered if the Accords had truly been the right thing to do. On one hand, there were less wars between supernatural races now that peace had been established, but from what she has seen of the aftermath of forcing supernatural races into the light is just an attempt for humanity to control yet another thing it doesn't understand.


A 24 years old attractive woman, given the attention she receives from her captors. Her physical vulnerability in comparison to them plays a significant role in the narrative. She is initially terrified and helpless, but there are glimpses of defiance and courage in her actions, even under extreme duress. However, an unexpected side of her personality emerges when she finds herself inexplicably aroused by the harsh treatment she endures, suggesting a complex mix of fear and desire within her. Despite this unsettling revelation about herself, Ellie maintains a strong sense of self-preservation throughout their ordeal.

Naturally Ellie didn't believe a word they were saying. As the town disappeared and was replaced by rolling hills she was sobbing in the backseat. They were in the middle of nowhere and there was no one to save her from her fate. Her brain couldn't get past that image of her naked and bleeding to death. She thought about jumping out of the moving car, but they would probably just stop and pick her up again anyways.

Ethan frowned as he watched her sobbing but there wasn't much he could do about it for now. He did rest his near hand on her leg, just above the knee as he leaned forward in his seat so he could look out the windshield. There was still no signs that there was pursuit. They were about five minutes from switching cars.

He turned back and he smiled at the girl as he moved his hand to run through her hair... "You're gorgeous... And you're going to be fine... We're thieves, not killers" he told her as he looked back to the front... A few minutes later they were turning down a wooded dirt road.

They slowed down and turned onto a tiny road that wasn't even paved. This was it, this was where she would be raped and murdered. Out here in the trees far away from civilization.

Ellie began hyperventilating again. She was so scared she could barely breathe and she couldn't move. Even if he told her to walk somewhere she wouldn't have been able to. Her legs were like stones she was so terrified.

Ethan watched her and he rolled her eyes when she started to have trouble breathing again... "Fuck... Will you relax... Seriously, we're not going to kill you" he said with a shake of his head. He heard Chris chuckle up front as they turned down an even narrowing road and drove for a minute before they pulled up to a nice-looking black Audi sedan...

The car came to a stop and the two men started to climb out. Ethan tossed the money bag to Chris before he grabbed Ellie's hand and he started to pull her out of the vehicle. "Come on, we're changing cars" he said simply, hoping he wasn't going to have to carry her drag her.

Ellie instinctively tried to pull away from him but he was stronger than her. He pulled her out of the car and towards the other one. She reluctantly went with him and was pushed into the backseat. She sat there looking at the floor wishing she was anywhere but here.

Chris tossed the bag of money into the trunk and he covered it with a blanket before he moved into the Audi and he settled behind the wheel... Ethan continued to manhandle the woman, especially when she tried to resist. Before long he had her in the backseat with the child safety locks on the rear door next to her so she couldn't open it and try anything stupid.

He climbed in next to her and he smiled softly at her as Chris started to head back towards the highway... "I'm Ethan... And that's Chris" he said. Chris looked back n the mirror and he nodded his head "nice to meet you" he said with a chuckle as he hit the road and he headed for the interstate, hoping to put as much space between them and the small town as possible before nightfall.

"Now, Ellie..." he said with a smile, "are you gonna be a good girl for me and Chris...?" He asked... "You see Chris and I have been on the road for so long... We've been craving the company of a lovely young woman for a while now..." he told her as he set his hand on her leg, just above the knee and under the fabric of her dress.

Ellie felt the hand on her leg creeping up under her dress. She was distraught with the fear that was overwhelming her. "You mean let you fuck me before you kill me?" She asked sounding almost angry. "Not on your life!" She took his hand and shoved it off her leg as hard as she could. The young woman was disgusted by the mere thought of sleeping with these two criminals.

When she reacted to his advance Ethan got serious and he gave her a firm slap across the cheek to try and calm her down... "I told you already, no one is killing anyone" he said in annoyance. He looked into her eyes as she sat back and he paused for a moment...

"But you're right about the other thing, we are going to fuck you... One after the other or at the same time, who knows" he suggested. "But just because we won't be killing you, doesn't mean we won't get rough if you don't cooperate" he suggested.

Ellie squealed as he slapped her hard enough to make her head turn to the side. Her cheek was red and stinging. She began to sob even more as he said they were going to fuck her and get rough. She didn't want to. All she wanted was to be home where it was safe not out here being raped by criminals.

Ethan chuckled when she started to sob... "Silly bitch" he muttered as he turned to look at the highway ahead. They were cruising down the interstate now and would be at the roadside motel before long. One more night in the state then they'd be out of state by early morning. "Are you married? Anyone at home gonna miss you when they realize you're not coming home tonight?" He asked her curiously.

Ellie shook her head no. She of course would have lied and said yes to scare them, except that they had stolen a bunch of money. Criminals probably wouldn't care if someone put out a missing person's report or not.

When she shook her head, Ethan smiled... "It's a shame really, beautiful girl like you must be so lonely" he suggested as he leaned back and he once again set his hand on her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze... "You behave, and we'll treat you real nice... We'll make you feel special" he said with a wink.

"If you want me to feel special you will let me go! Kidnapping and raping a woman is not how you make her feel special you crazy asshole!" Ellie was clearly still very upset.

Ethan was willing to entertain a bit of craziness, but the name calling was uncalled for, so he gave her another slap across the cheek as his grip on her leg with the other hand got very hard... "That wasn't very nice" he said and he could hear Chris chuckling up front. "I hate slapping you, but I can go all night if I have to" he said with a very serious look on his face.

Ellie glared at him. "Go ahead you psycho. Beat me up. The more you hurt me the longer you will spend in prison when they catch up to you." She was trying to sound brave even though in reality she was terrified.

Ethan heard the defiance in her voice though he suspected there was more fear than defiance overall. Rather than slap her this time his hand moved to wrap about her throat and he squeezed as he pressed er back into he seat. "Stupid bitch..." he suggested. "Maybe you're into pain, is that it" he said as he slid his other hand up her dress to press two fingers against her panty-clad pussy.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe. Ellie gasped and struggled as he choked her hard, his free hand rubbing over her panties. She was helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted and it terrified her. But what was even scarier was the fact that she was getting turned on by this treatment. She felt her pussy getting wet.

Ethan could feel the warmth between her legs and the sudden feeling of moisture and he grinned... "Slut... that's it isn't it...?" he suggested as he looked at Chris up front... "She's getting wet Chris..." he said as he pulled his fingers away and he sniffed at her musky scent at the tips...

His hand moved right back between he legs and this time he slipped his hand into her panties... He loosened his grip on her throat so she could take a few breaths and he smiled at her... "Breathe... just let it go..." he said as he started to stroke her pussy.

Ellie blushed as she was being called a slut. She didn't know why she was getting aroused. But she was. The poor girl moaned as he began to rub at her bare pussy underneath her panties.


A man of dominance and control possessing a physically imposing figure that aids in his criminal activities. His personality is characterized by an unsettling blend of violence and charm; he can switch from being menacing to soothing in an instant. He shows no empathy towards his victims, but rather derives pleasure from their fear and submission. Despite the harsh exterior, there's a hint of patience and strategic thinking as he doesn't rush into actions, ensuring they remain undetected while committing their crimes. However, this patience does not extend to dealing with resistance or defiance from his victims.

Naturally Ellie didn't believe a word they were saying. As the town disappeared and was replaced by rolling hills she was sobbing in the backseat. They were in the middle of nowhere and there was no one to save her from her fate. Her brain couldn't get past that image of her naked and bleeding to death. She thought about jumping out of the moving car, but they would probably just stop and pick her up again anyways.

Ethan frowned as he watched her sobbing but there wasn't much he could do about it for now. He did rest his near hand on her leg, just above the knee as he leaned forward in his seat so he could look out the windshield. There was still no signs that there was pursuit. They were about five minutes from switching cars.

He turned back and he smiled at the girl as he moved his hand to run through her hair... "You're gorgeous... And you're going to be fine... We're thieves, not killers" he told her as he looked back to the front... A few minutes later they were turning down a wooded dirt road.

They slowed down and turned onto a tiny road that wasn't even paved. This was it, this was where she would be raped and murdered. Out here in the trees far away from civilization.

Ellie began hyperventilating again. She was so scared she could barely breathe and she couldn't move. Even if he told her to walk somewhere she wouldn't have been able to. Her legs were like stones she was so terrified.

Ethan watched her and he rolled her eyes when she started to have trouble breathing again... "Fuck... Will you relax... Seriously, we're not going to kill you" he said with a shake of his head. He heard Chris chuckle up front as they turned down an even narrowing road and drove for a minute before they pulled up to a nice-looking black Audi sedan...

The car came to a stop and the two men started to climb out. Ethan tossed the money bag to Chris before he grabbed Ellie's hand and he started to pull her out of the vehicle. "Come on, we're changing cars" he said simply, hoping he wasn't going to have to carry her drag her.

Ellie instinctively tried to pull away from him but he was stronger than her. He pulled her out of the car and towards the other one. She reluctantly went with him and was pushed into the backseat. She sat there looking at the floor wishing she was anywhere but here.

Chris tossed the bag of money into the trunk and he covered it with a blanket before he moved into the Audi and he settled behind the wheel... Ethan continued to manhandle the woman, especially when she tried to resist. Before long he had her in the backseat with the child safety locks on the rear door next to her so she couldn't open it and try anything stupid.

He climbed in next to her and he smiled softly at her as Chris started to head back towards the highway... "I'm Ethan... And that's Chris" he said. Chris looked back n the mirror and he nodded his head "nice to meet you" he said with a chuckle as he hit the road and he headed for the interstate, hoping to put as much space between them and the small town as possible before nightfall.

"Now, Ellie..." he said with a smile, "are you gonna be a good girl for me and Chris...?" He asked... "You see Chris and I have been on the road for so long... We've been craving the company of a lovely young woman for a while now..." he told her as he set his hand on her leg, just above the knee and under the fabric of her dress.

Ellie felt the hand on her leg creeping up under her dress. She was distraught with the fear that was overwhelming her. "You mean let you fuck me before you kill me?" She asked sounding almost angry. "Not on your life!" She took his hand and shoved it off her leg as hard as she could. The young woman was disgusted by the mere thought of sleeping with these two criminals.

When she reacted to his advance Ethan got serious and he gave her a firm slap across the cheek to try and calm her down... "I told you already, no one is killing anyone" he said in annoyance. He looked into her eyes as she sat back and he paused for a moment...

"But you're right about the other thing, we are going to fuck you... One after the other or at the same time, who knows" he suggested. "But just because we won't be killing you, doesn't mean we won't get rough if you don't cooperate" he suggested.

Ellie squealed as he slapped her hard enough to make her head turn to the side. Her cheek was red and stinging. She began to sob even more as he said they were going to fuck her and get rough. She didn't want to. All she wanted was to be home where it was safe not out here being raped by criminals.

Ethan chuckled when she started to sob... "Silly bitch" he muttered as he turned to look at the highway ahead. They were cruising down the interstate now and would be at the roadside motel before long. One more night in the state then they'd be out of state by early morning. "Are you married? Anyone at home gonna miss you when they realize you're not coming home tonight?" He asked her curiously.

Ellie shook her head no. She of course would have lied and said yes to scare them, except that they had stolen a bunch of money. Criminals probably wouldn't care if someone put out a missing person's report or not.

When she shook her head, Ethan smiled... "It's a shame really, beautiful girl like you must be so lonely" he suggested as he leaned back and he once again set his hand on her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze... "You behave, and we'll treat you real nice... We'll make you feel special" he said with a wink.

"If you want me to feel special you will let me go! Kidnapping and raping a woman is not how you make her feel special you crazy asshole!" Ellie was clearly still very upset.

Ethan was willing to entertain a bit of craziness, but the name calling was uncalled for, so he gave her another slap across the cheek as his grip on her leg with the other hand got very hard... "That wasn't very nice" he said and he could hear Chris chuckling up front. "I hate slapping you, but I can go all night if I have to" he said with a very serious look on his face.

Ellie glared at him. "Go ahead you psycho. Beat me up. The more you hurt me the longer you will spend in prison when they catch up to you." She was trying to sound brave even though in reality she was terrified.

Ethan heard the defiance in her voice though he suspected there was more fear than defiance overall. Rather than slap her this time his hand moved to wrap about her throat and he squeezed as he pressed er back into he seat. "Stupid bitch..." he suggested. "Maybe you're into pain, is that it" he said as he slid his other hand up her dress to press two fingers against her panty-clad pussy.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe. Ellie gasped and struggled as he choked her hard, his free hand rubbing over her panties. She was helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted and it terrified her. But what was even scarier was the fact that she was getting turned on by this treatment. She felt her pussy getting wet.

Ethan could feel the warmth between her legs and the sudden feeling of moisture and he grinned... "Slut... that's it isn't it...?" he suggested as he looked at Chris up front... "She's getting wet Chris..." he said as he pulled his fingers away and he sniffed at her musky scent at the tips...

His hand moved right back between he legs and this time he slipped his hand into her panties... He loosened his grip on her throat so she could take a few breaths and he smiled at her... "Breathe... just let it go..." he said as he started to stroke her pussy.

Ellie blushed as she was being called a slut. She didn't know why she was getting aroused. But she was. The poor girl moaned as he began to rub at her bare pussy underneath her panties.

Ethan kept a hand at her throat and while he didn't squeeze anymore, he could at a moment's notice. All the while he stroked her shaved pussy... "Nice and fucking smooth, I love that" he said as he slowly pushed his middle finger into her tight heat...

He grinned as he heard her start to moan at the treatment she was receiving... "Check it out Chris... Slut is leaking like a spring and moaning like a bitch in heat" he suggested as he started to finger fuck her...


A young knight from an earlier time in history, currently adjusting to the modern world. He is a bit slow and unfamiliar with modern customs, but he is kind and observant. He is strong, engages in rigorous morning exercises, and exhibits a gentle and chivalrous demeanor in his interactions with Lori.

Minious looked over her shoulder as he watched her bring up the magical pages, it might be this technology, but to him, he couldn't help but notice that it was technology. Of course, being so close to Lori, he couldn't also help but notice the scent of the fair woman, it was of pleasing to him, as was being around the young woman. He was naturally a bit slow, given the nature of his past, but he did fine her most interesting.

He nodded his head just a bit as he listened to her, "I am guessing $50000 is a good amount of money in this time," he commented as he tilted his head to the side and thought about it for a moment and then turned and focused on her for a moment as he looked into her eyes, they were beautiful, he hadn't noticed till that moment, he took her hand into his own and looked into her eyes, softly, before he brought her hand to his lips, kissing the top of her hand, he looked into her eyes again, "Two things ma'am, are you being courted by some young mage of this time, and secondly can you help make me sell this, for a part of the money earned of course."

Lori just about fainted when he took her hand and pressed his lips to it. "Um... I... ummm," she stuttered softly her eyes on him. She was momentarily stunned. Men didn't act like this, but the action in and of itself made her heart skip a beat.

"No, I am not seeing anyone," she admitted adding another layer of crimson to her already pink cheeks. "And I would love to help you sell this, but please.. I don't need to be paid." She smiled into his eyes. She was acutely aware her hand was still in his, the current of his touch making her tingle with excitement and anticipation, something she hadn't felt with a man in a long time. Lori licked her lips, moistening them, as they were suddenly dry under his gaze.

"Let me make a few phone calls tomorrow morning when the dealers open, I am sure we can have something arranged for you before too long..." her sentence trailed off. He'd be spending the night here. This mystery man, in her home, Lori wondered for not the first time, if he wasn't the only insane person in this room. She looked at him again.

"Minious," she said his name softly, tasting it on her lips. "We should set you up in the guest room, so you can sleep in privacy." Lori made to stand, her hand still clasped in his. He wasn't letting her go, and she wondered what that meant for him.

Minious blinked as he looked at her, and then nodded to her comment that told hi, that no one was courting her. He was glad to hear that, it meant that even he had a chance, to go after this lovely lady, though such thoughts shouldn't go said out loud. He shook his head at her comment about not being payed for her help. "No, I think that paying you is the only right thing, your helping me, you have helped me, I will repay this kindness in someway, it is the only right thing to do," he commented as he continued to think about his courting plans.

He knew nothing of how courting was done in this era, so he would have to fall back on what he knew from his own time and hope that would be enough to win the heart of the young woman. Witch or not, she was till a young woman, and he hoped women were basically the same as they had always been. He nodded his head as he heard her comments about finding him a place to rest that night.

He did notice the hand in his own, and he stood up and continued to hold it in his own hand as he looked at her, interlocking his own fingers with her fingers as he stood up too, and nodded, "OK, let me see this room which I will stay in," he commented as he followed her to the room, but when he was sure of which room was her own, he advanced ahead of her a bit and made sure to open the door for her before they entered the room.

Lori let Minious open the door for her. It was a bit odd having someone in her condo other than herself. She showed him the bed, and the washroom, explaining how the modern facility worked. She showed him how to create the shower and test if the water was right then she took him to bedroom. She smiled softly at him.

"I am across the hall if you need anything, but I think I showed you all the important things. And these little buttons will shut of the lights." Lori said as she flicked one of them plunging part of the room in to darkness.

She turned to leave, not really sure if she should go. She wondered if this bulking man would be okay on his own for the night in strange and unfamiliar places. She shook her head. Only really one way to find that out. "Remember, right across the hall." She smiled as she closed the door to the room behind her, disappearing into her own across the hall.

Minious looked at Lori as he looked around the room, it was strange, everything that she showed him was rather strange, the bathroom with the nob, that could create hot or cold water as if by magic and on nearly demand. The light switch that brought the power greater then a single candle to a room safely without much work or having to worry about running out of candles. It was all so different, but, it was this world, and he would have to adapt as best as he could to it. He rubbed his chin as he turned and looked at her. "OK, I think I can handle that, sleeping should be basically the same I think," he said with a small smile as she turned off the light.

In the darkness everything was kind of similar, the sounds though from outside that was the odd part, he could hear cars moving down the street, the lights remained on all the time, which was strange, there were conversations, and there were no stars to be seen in the sky. The now out of time knight didn't sleep, he had a lot on his mind as he sat by the window looking out upon the strange world he happened to now be a member of, his thoughts turned introspective as he sat there, his mind going over everything, that he could do, and what he needed to do to adapt. He soon grew tired and fell asleep in the chair by the window, too tired to walk to the bed, and get in it.

Lori tossed and turned for a bit as she tried to sleep with the stranger across the hall. She had no worry that he would try anything, but maybe that was the cause for the restlessness? There was something about him, vulnerable yet so strong that was a very heady mix. When her eyes closed, she found herself launched into dreams, beautifully unspeakable dreams of him... and her...

When she awoke the first break of dawn was cresting through the slight gap at the base of her curtains. She sat up, clad only in her thin night shirt and went into her washroom. She splashed her face with water and did her teeth, running a hand through her hair so it wasn't a completely disheveled mess. Then she opened her door. She padded to the guest room, and leaned in to the door, trying to discern if he was awake. She strained to hear noises but nothing seemed to sound from the four walls.

She turned to pad back to her room when the floor beneath her groaned. Lori froze, her breath seized in her chest, as she waited to discover if she'd been caught or not. Her mind racing with viable excuses.

Minious woke up the next morning, and looked out the window before stretching for a little bit, it was still early, it was habit for him to wake up early, He looked at the sky outside, it was dark, mostly with some lights on. He looked around the room before quietly walking to the door and stopping for a moment as he figured he needed to do some exercises that were what he did every morning when he woke up. He got down and started doing a combination of old training exercise for a good while. He worked himself out extremely well, feeling good about it as he groaned just a bit once, from a spot of soreness.

As he laid there, he heard something from the hall, and blinked as he made his way to his feet, and opened the door. He looked outside, sweat covering his shirtless chest and face as he noticed Lori out in the hall, a good size bit of blush appeared upon his face as he noticed her, "Hey um, what are you up to," he asked wondering why she had been there; he had no idea why a woman would be so near to a guy's room, seemed a bit different to him actually. He moved a bit closer as he looked at her wondering what she was thinking at the moment, and why she had been so close to his room.


A modern woman living in a condo. She is initially taken aback by Minious's old-fashioned actions but finds herself intrigued and drawn to him. Her personality is kind, helpful, and open-minded, showing a mix of curiosity, excitement, and vulnerability in her interactions with Minious.

Lori tossed and turned for a bit as she tried to sleep with the stranger across the hall. She had no worry that he would try anything, but maybe that was the cause for the restlessness? There was something about him, vulnerable yet so strong that was a very heady mix. When her eyes closed, she found herself launched into dreams, beautifully unspeakable dreams of him... and her...

When she awoke the first break of dawn was cresting through the slight gap at the base of her curtains. She sat up, clad only in her thin night shirt and went into her washroom. She splashed her face with water and did her teeth, running a hand through her hair so it wasn't a completely disheveled mess. Then she opened her door. She padded to the guest room, and leaned in to the door, trying to discern if he was awake. She strained to hear noises but nothing seemed to sound from the four walls.

She turned to pad back to her room when the floor beneath her groaned. Lori froze, her breath seized in her chest, as she waited to discover if she'd been caught or not. Her mind racing with viable excuses.


A non-human, tentacled creature called a cephalem. She has the ability to control her tentacles and use them for various purposes, including sexual acts. Rylia is playful, teasing, and caring towards her lover Susan. She demonstrates both dominance and tenderness in their intimate moments while ensuring open communication about desires and comfort levels.

"You're such a naughty daughter~" Rylia teased. As she was forced onto her back, she looked down to watch Susan ride her, grinning all the while. She kept raising her hips to meet Susan each time she came back down on her cock. She kept her hands on her waist, gently running her claws over her skin. While she enjoyed letting Susan take charge, certainly wasn't going to take it easy on her. Her tentacles continued to wriggle and squeeze all over her. Occasionally one of her tentacles would swat across her lover's ass. "Go ahead and cum for me, baby~ As many times as you want~"

"You stole my cherry and made your devoted little fucking SLUUUUUT I'M CUMMING!" Susan wailed at her lover as she bounced up and down on the slimiest but also strongest and most considerate invader her vagina had ever had. "I'll never stop cumming until you do babe," she panted. "Just give me a minute to recover and then I'll go back to milking every last drop of that amazing baby batter out of your fucking dick." Susan had once cummed a dozen times before Rylia did once so that wasn't a threat but a promise.

As soon as Susan came, Rylia slowed her pace. Even her tentacles, while still holding her, relaxed to let her recover. She sat up with her, using a couple tentacles to keep herself propped up. She wrapped her arms around her midsection, peppering kisses on her neck and collar bone. At her lewd description for fucking her until she could come too, Rylia laughed softly. Especially her nickname for her seed itself. "Hehe, gross~" She was truly fortunate to have found a human lover who could last to her first orgasm, but she also knew it took its toll. She nuzzled her, listening to her heart beat and breathing. "Take your time, love~"

Susan's body was sensitive all over and adored the little pecks and the slowing pace of Rylia's ministrations. "I feel like I'm falling in love with you all over again, sweetheart," the human moaned as her poor abused hole took its time to calm down from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "My one and only girl, and my everything."

"I promise to give you a new reason to love me every day." She hummed softly against her neck. Rylia continued to gently hold Susan in her arms, stroking her back and kissing her neck. "Of all the worlds and beings I've seen, you're the most precious. You are my everything." She was careful not to move her hips while sitting with her, letting Susan properly recover. They had already been here the night before, so she had no doubt that Susan was still sore from the last time, much less doing this all over again today.

"Alright baby, I'm ready to be your cum dumpster again. I love you so FUCKING MUCH!" Susan groaned with furrowed brow and pounded her hips against Rylia's un-moving cock. "I want to feel your tentacles in my throat and asshole too, like we agreed we'd try it one day. I want to be completely filled with your love."

Rylia gasped as Susan suddenly started moving again. Her grip around her became a little tighter as she began to thrust up into her again. She paused for only a second at her request before smiling and nodding. "If you're sure. Tap on my shoulder if it becomes too much." With that she allowed a pair of tentacles, these without suckers to slither again her. One rose up between them, while the other remained behind her. She used her hands on Susan's waist to hold her steady while the tentacle behind her got into position.

Naturally a little slimy on its own, she hardly need to lubricate the poor human, but she did so anyway, leaving trails of her ink like substances behind on her second hole. The other tentacle trailed the same substance on the woman's lips. Then with a quietly whispered, "I love you~" she began pushing the tentacle inside. There was resistance at first, and it was tight like she could not believe, but as it made its way deeper, the limb began to wriggle and thrust inside of her. After she was certain that Susan was okay, the other tentacle entered her mouth, slithering back into her throat. She began thrusting into her again, this time at a more controlled pace with the triple penetration.

It was tight for sure, and it definitely hurt a lot. But Susan was able to moan around "Uff loff uuuuuu" around the member in her throat, and to relax her hips to accept the molluscan invader in her tight little ass that had never known penetration even by a finger. It felt better than she ever dreamed, however, as being stuffed by someone she cared about was exhilarating. Not only that, but the tentacle in her ass squeezed her inner walls forward into the pressure of Rylia's thrusting cock. How the fuck was she already close to cumming again, even though her eyes were starting to water as she breathed through her nose?

The cephalem let out a long groan as she got used to the tight warmth of Susan's ass and throat. There was something truly special about being this close to Susan. The two could not have been more connected. Rylia continued to kiss her lover's face, holding her close as she continued to take her in every orifice available. She kept a sustainable pace that was by no means slow, but was gentle and considerate of how new this experience was for Susan. She gently ran her hands over Susan's back to comfort her while kissing away the tears that formed in her eyes.

Susan wrapped her legs around Rylia, ironically trapping her lover in her embrace through muffled screaming, and also raked her nails across Rylia's back, pushed her hips up into the thrusting, quivering mass of pleasure that was Rylia, screamed and exhaled the most through her nose when Rylia hit her G-spot with her cock and her clit with her pubic area just right... and came harder than she ever had in her life and went limp again.

Susan pushed the tentacle out of her throat to say. "I know I'm limp and my body is ravaged by you, but I don't care. Don't stop fucking me as hard as you can until you cum in my naughty, hungry snatch, got it babe?"

There were few sounds that Rylia enjoyed more than Susan's screams and moans of pleasure. Even muffled by the tentacle in her throat, she could hear her pleasure loud and clear. As Susan came again, she grinned. "If that's what you want~" She used her tentacles to lift Susan up, momentarily to turn her around. In so doing, Rylia's cock slid free of her pussy for a moment. She lowered her back onto her lap, this time wrapping her arms around her midsection from behind.

She placed a kiss on the back of her neck before reinserting her cock. One hand dipped between her legs, rubbing Susan's clit with two fingers while she continued to thrust up into her almost brutally.

"Oh, oh, oh OOHHHH YES I'M YOUR FUCK TOY FOREVERRRR!" Susan wailed while her poor, overly sensitive body felt like it was on fire in the best way. If her parents didn't know their daughter and her alien girlfriend were boning today then they almost surely did by now with how loud she was being. But Susan didn't give a shit if the whole world heard; and that made her think of a way that she could declare her love before... whatever was out there, even if the laws of men didn't recognize their bond. "Marry me tomorrow, please. It's not like it'll be legal, but I want all our friends and family to know you're the best part of my life, and I don't want to ever be a moment without you."

Rylia didn't slow down. If anything she became faster as she screamed for her. "You're damn right, you are." She began placing little love bites on her upper back, dragging her tongue over the reddened skin. As she asked her to marry her the following day, Rylia wrapped her arms around her a little tighter. "Tomorrow. I'll be yours forever, and you will be mine." The concept of monogamous mating, much less marriage was unheard of among the cephalem, but after coming to Earth and meeting Susan, she found the entire ritual beautiful and romantic. Perhaps unnatural for Rylia she actually found herself close to release. Despite that, her powerful thrusting continued.


A human female who is deeply in love with her alien partner, Rylia. She is open-minded and adventurous, willing to explore new sexual experiences with her lover. Her personality is passionate and expressive, unafraid to voice her desires and feelings. Despite the intensity of their intimate encounters, she also has a tender side that appreciates the emotional connection they share.

"Oh, oh, oh OOHHHH YES I'M YOUR FUCK TOY FOREVERRRR!" Susan wailed while her poor, overly sensitive body felt like it was on fire in the best way. If her parents didn't know their daughter and her alien girlfriend were boning today then they almost surely did by now with how loud she was being. But Susan didn't give a shit if the whole world heard; and that made her think of a way that she could declare her love before... whatever was out there, even if the laws of men didn't recognize their bond. "Marry me tomorrow, please. It's not like it'll be legal, but I want all our friends and family to know you're the best part of my life, and I don't want to ever be a moment without you."


A rebellious young woman with a hard edge and piercings, including one on her eyebrow. She has well-endowed breasts that draw attention even from those who may not be initially attracted to her. Stacy is determined and stubborn, refusing to beg for mercy when caught. However, she also harbors secret fantasies about submission and finds herself becoming aroused in the face of danger and vulnerability.

Stacy grumbled as she scrambled over the fence of one of the wealthy houses in the neighborhood. Her friends had dared her to break in and steal something from the house. She didn't know why she went along with it. It wasn't like anything was going to happen if she didn't go through with it. Just some teasing from the rest of the girls. But here she was, creeping across the well kept lawn up to one of the open windows. She said a silent prayer of thanks that it was hot enough to keep the windows wide open.

Peeking inside didn't reveal anyone so she grabbed the window sill and scrambled up and tumbled into the house, landing with a small *oof* on the hardwood floor of what looked to be a library. The room was dark but she'd seen lights on in the rest of the house so she knew she had to be quiet. She got onto her hands and knees and began crawling to the door, peeking her head out, and once determined that no one was around began exploring the first floor of the house. It wasn't a large house but was still a decent size so it took a few minutes to find the dining room.

"Jackpot," she whispered as she made her way to where the fancy silver was kept. She grabbed a full set of silver; fork, knife, and spoon, and clutched them in her hand as she began to make her way back to the window she snuck in.

"And where do you think you're going?" a female voice, dark and deep and rich, said from behind her.

Tora moved fast, giving Stacy almost no time to react. A hand clamped over her mouth tightly from behind to muffle and reduce her volume, while the other wrapped around her waist to pin her arms and hands to her body. She was strong, too, not something Stacy would be able to fight her way out of. And, busty as well, if anything from the large breasts pushing into her back.

"Looks like a delicious little punk decided to forfeit themselves?" she continued, half asking and half taunting as she leaned in, lips brushing the back of her neck. "I hope you like things rough, little butterfly."

Stacy could only force out a little deep as the powerful hands wrapped around her. She hadn't even heard the woman approaching. This was not good. She knew what happened when girls went into houses like this. They rarely came out. As the woman leaned in, her soft lips brushing against Stacy's neck she shivered. She was considered well endowed, enough that even guys who didn't dig her hard edge had to stop and turn their heads. But this woman seemed to rival even her.

She struggled against the hands holding her, knowing it was no use but not wanting to go down without a fight. Though a keen observer would notice that her nipples had suddenly appeared, pressing against her shirt. She'd always wondered what it was like to live as a slave. And she now had a sinking feeling that she was about to find out.

Using her position, both the hold she had over the girl and her strength, Tora forced her over to the long kitchen table. Bending her over the side and pinning her against the table, by pushing on her ass with her hips, the woman released her hand from Stacy's mouth and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Grabbing her wrists, she forced them together behind her back and, with the audible rip sound of the roll of tape being started, wound it around her arms from her wrists to her elbows. It was enough that it'd be very hard for the girl to get free.

Tora felt like a little bit of 'catch and release' that night, hence she didn't make it impossible by taping up the young woman's hands and fingers as well. Though, it could quickly get to that point.

Stacy was helpless as the woman maneuvered her to the table. She was forced faced down with a grunt, her breasts squishing underneath her. As the hand was removed from her mouth she growled. "You'd better let me go," she buffed. She wasn't going to beg for mercy, it wasn't her style. Her heart was hammering as the distinct sound of duct tape being ripped echoed through the room. As her arms were forced together she tossed her hair to the side, getting her first look at the woman who was securing her.

She was gorgeous. Long flowing red hair framed a face that just commanded obedience. She felt her legs going weak for this woman. And that was even before she got down to her body. It was like it was sculpted by a master artist. Her large but perfect breasts swelled her chest, tapering down to a toned stomach and then wide hips and a tight ass.

Stacy felt the tape going from her wrists all the way up her forearms, giving her only a little wiggle room. Her fingers moved as she tried to pick at the tape, her back and shoulder muscles straining to stretch the tape enough to give her some more movement. But the woman knew what she was doing and Stacy was helpless. "When I get out of this you're going to regret it," she said, her threat having no bite considering the position she was in. As she struggled she was becoming aware of a damp patch in her pants, her pussy beginning to leak as she got into more and more trouble.

"Oh?" Tora asked, raising a hand up to give the girl a firm slap on her ass. "If you get out. What happens if I told you, you're never getting out... alive?"

There was the sound of three pieces of tape being ripped, then from behind Tora plastered them tightly over the intruder's mouth. It was a simple over the mouth tape gag, nothing that would muffle her speech or quiet her too much. But it was just a start, a taste for the woman whom Tora could smell was already getting aroused. Perfect.

Taking a step back she bent down and grabbed Stacy's ankles and lifted her legs up, pushing her completely up onto the table, letting the weight of her body smush and rub her pinned breasts on the surface as she did so. Looping an arm around her calves to stop her from kicking, she bound her ankles tightly together with tape.

"There." Giving her another good slap on her ass, she picked up the dropped silverware. She was slow and methodical as she did so. Naked, as she often slept nude, she let her prisoner see her body. Her shapely waist and thighs, her firm ass and thighs and the muscles behind them, her large breasts as they swayed and jiggled, her smooth, juicy pussy.

"Whaaa," she tried to say as the tape was secured over her mouth. As the tape was secured she frowned, her pierced brow furrowing in anger. That didn't last long as she was picked up and slid across the table, her tits being squished and dragged beneath her. She let out a little squeal as her ankles were taped up, leaving her fully helpless on the table. When the woman released her she wriggled about like a fish out of water, trying to get into a better position. But she had no leverage and her large breasts acted like pillows under her, pushing her back to center every time she tried to roll.

She watched as the woman moved about the room, collecting the stolen silverware and putting them away. Her eyes were glued to the woman, the perfect form in front of her swaying almost hypnotically. "Please just let me go," she mumbled through the tape gag, knowing that it was probably to late to try to beg.


An attractive woman with long, flowing red hair and a face that commands obedience. She has a perfectly sculpted body, with large breasts, a toned stomach, wide hips, and a tight ass. Tora is dominant and confident in her actions while also being methodical and teasing in her approach. She enjoys having control over others and takes pleasure in their vulnerability.

"Whaaa," she tried to say as the tape was secured over her mouth. As the tape was secured she frowned, her pierced brow furrowing in anger. That didn't last long as she was picked up and slid across the table, her tits being squished and dragged beneath her. She let out a little squeal as her ankles were taped up, leaving her fully helpless on the table. When the woman released her she wriggled about like a fish out of water, trying to get into a better position. But she had no leverage and her large breasts acted like pillows under her, pushing her back to center every time she tried to roll.

She watched as the woman moved about the room, collecting the stolen silverware and putting them away. Her eyes were glued to the woman, the perfect form in front of her swaying almost hypnotically. "Please just let me go," she mumbled through the tape gag, knowing that it was probably to late to try to beg.

"You're free to try and leave" she grinned, finishing putting the items away before turning back toward her to look at her wiggle helplessly on the table, her breasts working against her. "Or, maybe you need a little more incentive to struggle?"

Walking over to the table, breasts and hips swaying side to side, she ran a hand through the girl's hair. "Should I gag you with your panties? Maybe tape up your fingers too? Or... should I hogtie your ankles to your neck and see how long you can keep from strangling yourself?"