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A Pleasant Fright

By: Bianca_Sommerland



Please note: This is my submission to the Halloween contest. That said I would like to make a disclaimer. There is incest, but being a Halloween story I've also got some supernatural stuff and what some people might consider non-consent. The incest is the main part of the story so if you don't like it feel free to refrain from reading. I'm not going to go on and on I want you to get to the story. I would like to say one thing. I had a lot of fun writing this. I hoped you enjoy reading it. Happy Halloween, Samhain, All Hallows Eve or whatever you follow!

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Think it, but not say it. This was the stupidest idea I'd ever had.

Fine, Joe and Janie were sweet, they were cute, but taking them out for Halloween had been insane. Not so much the idea of walking with them, before dark had fully set, to get a bunch of candy. No, actually it was the fact that I'd agreed to let them pick my costume.

Silly, really, that I'd actually thought I'd been prepared for anything. Barbie, GI Joe, kitty cats and unicorns. All had flitted through my mind when I'd agreed. Hell, it might be embarrassing, but I could deal. What was the worst thing a five year old and an eight year old could come up with?

Damn my sister for letting them watch Legend.

The black hair was my own, which was a plus...barely. But the gown, which had cost me a fortune, and the Goth makeup, was plain ridiculous. I looked like a whore, and all I could think was, 'Yeah sis, I guess I do spoil them a bit too much.'

Regrets were futile, they would do nothing but make my face more red. So instead I held my head high, took hold of the angel in white and the zombie plastered in blood and set out to face my neighbors. I knew I'd never live it down. Little miss prissy accepted to Harvard was going to be scorned for the next five years. 

Did I mention Joe and Janie were sweet?

The first house was fine. Mrs. Robinson gave me a little smirk and handed out the candy. I caught the glisten of Mr. Robinson's drool. Not too bad, guys drooled when I went to clubs with my friends, dressed perfectly respectable. I have nice tits. So sue me.

The second and third houses were the ones that made me want to run home. They were the ones where my childhood friends resided. Naturally they wouldn't let the opportunity pass. My last year of high school, trying to impress the teachers by actually following the dress code was a sore spot for them all. 

"Well, well. Little miss purity. Seems you had a body under the starched shirts after all." Mark had said.

My chin had lifted as I'd given him a look meant to chill him to his bones. "Oh fuck off jock strap. If you couldn't throw a ball you'd be going local."

The disparaging remark had made him smirk. "Ya, well I got in without playing the prude. What kinda fun did you have last summer Claudia?"

Damn him for leaving me speechless. He was right. In my attempt to exhibit exemplarity behavior, so as not to call question to my choice to become a lawyer, much lest a criminal one, I'd passed over most of the summer gatherings. But so what? Was it so wrong to have ambitions? Without the scholarship I'd be stuck going local myself.

One of my closest friends, before my obsession with living straight and narrow that is, hadn't been much kinder when we'd reached the second house.

"Oh my gawd Claudia! Are you serious? You bailed on my beach party but you'll walk around in that?"

There was nothing I could say to make things okay with her. I knew what Mandy's parties were like. I hadn't wanted to chance getting caught drinking under twenty one, never mind doing so while guys were ogling me in a skeezy two piece. My idea of Harvard material had made the excuses for me. No doubt they seemed rather lame now.

A dozen houses more and I was cursing my sister, wishing she'd dropped the overtime in her perfect surgeon of the year job to take her own kids out. Her job wouldn't be compromised with this outfit. My reputation would. Then again she wouldn't have given in to the puppy dog eyes.

My pathetic submission made me hope that I was infertile. If I was going through with this for my niece and nephew, what would I do if the brats were mine? 

Thought coagulating in my head I decided I'd had enough. I told the mini cherubs as much. With some sympathy they finally agreed. As long as I'd bring them to Brad's house first.

Brad was my cousin, my mom's sister's son and my best fried before I'd gone straight and narrow. He'd taken me on my first motor bike ride at thirteen and beaten up my first boyfriend for breaking my heart a year later. He'd done much worse to my next boyfriend for daring to try and take advantage of me. I hadn't seen him except for family functions in two years. Which he alone, among my big Italian family, hadn't bitched about.

With his own ambitions of taking over the family business of customizing cars, which one of my brothers had joined year ago, he, more then anyone else, understood my drive for perfection. He wouldn't let a car leave the shop with orange peel, an imperfection most dealerships didn't sweat over. My excuses to not attending his eighteenth and nineteenth birthday parties had been well received. He lived in the fast lane. I didn't. He got it.

Which was why I was so nervous about seeing him like this.

I loved Brad. Despite the tough assed exterior he was the only one I could say really got me. We were worlds apart and yet, sitting alone with the family converging at the last summer get together he'd said all the right things.

"There'll be a lot of competition to get into the best firm." He'd said shrewdly.

I'd smiled and given him a quick nod. "Exactly. I gotta make sure nothing I say or do can be used against me."

Still, even with the reassurance his last words had haunted me. "Discretion Claudia, it works wonders. You've still got to live."

The logic couldn't be argued. He was right, and yet I hadn't ever tried to heed his advice. I was too busy trying to be perfect. Until now that is.

With Joe pouting at me when I hesitated, and Janie tugging at me I'd finally succumbed. Really, how bad could it be? Brad was cool. He wouldn't ride me about the outfit. Only my own hypocrisy would rile me.

So we made our way to the last house of the block.

Almost as though he'd sensed us coming Brad opened the door while we were still on the cobblestone path. Leaning against the doorframe he smiled at me. "Stuck with the kiddies Claudia?"

I nodded and smiled. "Hey, it's the last year I'll have time to spend Halloween with them. Why not have a bit of fun?"

His lip quirked. "Glad to hear it. I take it this is your last stop?"

I had the strangest feeling he'd caught the conversation we'd had half way here. I dismissed it. There was no way he could have heard. I'd kept the conversation to a firm whisper. "Ya, I've got some volunteer work tomorrow. Looks good on my résumé. Can't stay up too late."

Brad nodded with complete understanding. "Well then why don't you guys come in." He looked at the kids, bending down to eye level. "Your mom ever let you watch a real horror?"

Both shook their heads. I wasn't surprised. My sis had read every parenting book from back to front.

"You want to?"

Joe took his sister's hand and met Brad's eyes. "We won't tell mom."

Brad straightened, then reached out and ruffled Joe's hair. "I know you won't buddy. Come on in. Me and Claudia will check your candy. I'll give you some safe stuff so you can snack while you watch the movie."

He took their bags and led the way in. I stopped him in the hall when he gestured the kids into the living room. "Brad if it's too scary Chrissie will figure it out. They won't sleep." 

The look Brad gave me was nothing short of patronizing. "I get that Claudia. It's not a slasher flick. Just a ghost story. G-Rated."

If his words didn't reach me the G-rating certainly did. Nothing could pass official scrutiny and get that rating...could it?

I watched Brad bring the kids candy and popcorn, settle them both on the couch and put the movie on. The Lady in White. I'd seen it. It was mild but I was fairly certain it wasn't G-rated. Brad caught my raised brow when he met me at the arch to the living room.

"Okay so I was wrong. It's PG13."

I frowned at him. "Janie's five."

He gave me a wicked grin. "Afraid Chrissie will have a cow?"

I crossed my arms, frown growing deeper. "No. I don't want my niece damaged for life." 

He rolled his eyes. "Oh get over it. How old were you when you watched it?"

I flushed. "About her age."

He nodded in satisfaction. "Me too. And we both turned out fine." He took my hand. "Come on, they'll be fine. My dad's in his office. He'll hear them if they scream."

Digging in my heels I stared at him. "What do you mean, 'He'll hear them?' I'm right here."

Brad kept tugging until he had me at the door to the room at the end of the hall. "You won't hear shit from here. Trust me."

I watched him open the door and shrugged, I guess it was ok. We were all family. My sister couldn't bitch about me leaving her kids under their uncle's supervision. Except for the fact he didn't know about it. Worried I said so.

Brad scoffed. "Dad's not stupid, he's into the game but I'm sure he knows the kids are here." 

Shrugging off his leather jacket even as he opened the door Brad led the way past the door, which actually went into the attached garage. Lips pursed I walked down the steps, letting the door glide shut behind me. 

Rolling his eyes Brad pulled me to his side. "Will you relax. When did you turn into such a tight ass?"

Inhaling deep I eyed him cannily. "When did you turn into such a grease monkey?" 

Giving me a crooked grin Brad lifted one arm, bending it so his black t-shirt stretched around his large bicep. "It's got some perks." 

My mouth went dry. God, I knew Brad kept in good shape, but I hadn't known to what extent. The leather jacket had become a permanent part of him. I hadn't seen his body since the family BBQ two summers back. And his arms certainly hadn't been that big.

I was staring. At my cousin. And worse, by the grin he flashed me when I finally looked up he knew it. 

Pressing my lips together I crossed my arms tight against my chest. It was okay. I was fine. There was nothing wrong with observing that my cousin had grown into his body. Nothing wrong with acknowledging that he had lost the awkward look of having hands and feet a little too big for his body.

Nothing wrong with admitting there was nothing the least bit awkward about him anymore.

"You wanna see?" Brad's eyes twinkled when I gave him a horrified look.

I shook my head vehemently when he hooked his thumbs to his belt. 

He laughed at me and held out his arm, palm up, towards the form of a car behind him, covered by a sheet. "You used to be interested in my projects. Do you remember me talking about getting my hands on a Bandit?"

I nodded. We'd talked about it last Christmas. After seeing the pictures of the finished product I'd demanded that he take me for a ride as soon as he got it running. It made me flush to think back on how impressed Brad had been. The pictures of the car he'd hoped to buy had shown it was in pretty bad shape.

My eyes had glowed at the thought of it being restored. I could just imagine the metal, sleek again, glossed in black and gold. The vision of power, growling down the street, whipping around corners. Brad had informed me that I was the only girl he knew whose mouth would water at just the idea of riding in a restored muscle car.

The worst thing was, I didn't even have my license. I had no interest in driving the car myself. Part of the thrill had been knowing I would experience the wild joy with Brad, confident and carefree with him behind the wheel. 

Without realizing I was doing so, I spoke in a reverent whisper. "Is it finished?"

Brad smiled, pleased. "Almost. This is just the first time since I got it that you aren't too busy to check it out. Last time we talked I really thought you wanted to see the entire progress...but you don't return my calls..." He held up his hand when I moved to protest. "It's okay Claudia. I understand."

I knew that wasn't his intent, but his understanding made me feel worse. I really should be making more time for my family. Recalling something I hugged myself tight. "I tried to arrange something last month. When I called your dad said you were indisposed."

Something dark passed through Brad's eyes. "Ya. I almost forgot about that. Last month was...well things changed and it took some getting used to."

Concerned with the stiffening of his bearing I put my hand on his arm. "What happened? Is everything okay?"

Nodding quickly Brad forced a smile. "Yeah. It was...unexpected, but I've adapted."

I made a face. "Cryptic much?"

With an offhand shrug he turned away. "So you want to see the car or what?"

Nodding I watched him pull off the cover. It was gorgeous, but I was too distracted to take in much more then the fact the car had no seats. 

Brad noticed what had caught my eye. "I'm having them shipped in special."

"Cool." I circled the car, my fingers drifting over the immaculate, sleek side panel.

I felt Brad come up behind me and stopped, eyes on his hand as it drifted down my arm and covered my hand. His chest pressed against my back, every single ripple of muscle clearly felt even through the thick material of my dress. The warmth of him, close to feverish, enveloped me. It felt nice. I hadn't been touched in so long my body craved any kind of contact. I found myself leaning back against him.

"You work too hard Claudia. You need to make time for fun." Brad's hot breath stirred the tiny hairs on the back of my neck.

Letting out a tiny sigh I nodded. "I know. It's just I don't want to be less then the rest of them. Everyone in my family is so successful. My parents do their best, but after putting Chrissie and Eddie through medical school they didn't have the money left to pay for more then a few years either in the local college or trade school. They were so proud when I got the scholarship they finally noticed..."

I clamped my lips shut. I refused to come off as an attention seeking whine ass. My parents loved me. They'd raised me well and given me everything I needed. So what if Mandy had always been their sweetheart, and Eddie their pride and joy. Being part of a big family it was natural that the time and attention be thinned out, and since mom and dad were both workaholics the children that followed in their footsteps would obviously be granted more of their notice.

Brad wrapped his arms around me. "Sucks that you were the surprise baby after your parents both got promotions, and your brothers and sister were fully grown."

I shrugged. "Not a big deal. I'm old enough to make my own life now."

Shaking his head Brad turned me in his arms and sat me on the hood of the car. "Obsessing over being perfect, doing all the right things, going to the right school...that isn't living your own life Claudia. That's living for your parents approval."

Resting my hands behind me I arched my neck so I could look at him. "So I shouldn't have ambitions?"

Setting his hands down on either side of my hips Brad moved in a little closer. "Have ambitions. Hell, I think you'll make an awesome lawyer. But you took a year off before leaving for Harvard for what? I'd really hoped after graduation you would take it easy for a bit, but you blew the whole summer, and it doesn't seem like you have any intention of making any use of the rest of your time either."

Comfortable as I was with Brad it occurred to me suddenly how bad it would look if anyone saw me here, sitting on the hood of a car, my cousin standing between my legs. Not wanting him to feel rebuffed, considering how supportive he'd been, I tried to slid back without making it obvious.

Brad shifted his hands. They were now braced right behind me. I couldn't move. Now I'd have to ask him to move, and try to do it without making us both feel awkward.

I cleared my throat.

Though it hardly seemed possible, Brad moved closer. Bending his head he rested his brow on my shoulder. "When's the last time you had a boyfriend Claudia?"

The question surprised me enough that I forgot about trying to move. "What? A boyfriend." My brow creased. "Not since Todd." I grinned. "His jaw healed well, in case you were wondering."

Lifting his head Brad met my eyes. "That was over a year ago Claudia."

I shook my head. "Over two."

The little smile that had teased at my lips fell away as Brad traced his lips with his tongue. Turning his hands behind me he curved them around my hips, thumbs brushing along the sharp curve of bone through my dress. "He can't count. You dated him for a week and he tried to rape you at your birthday party. It took months before you confided in me."

I ducked my head, embarrassed. "I was drunk Brad. Saying no at the last second was pretty nasty of me."

Brad scowled. "No. His trying anything when you were too drunk to stop him was nasty. You were a sixteen year old virgin."

My lips parted. I flushed.

He chuckled. "My god. So no one since then. I take it you haven't made time for so much as a one night stand."

Wrinkling my nose I shook my head. "Not my thing. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry." His hands glided up my back. My eyes widened as he buried them in my hair and leaned down. His lips covered mine, just a gentle press, nothing intrusive, but still more then any kiss I'd ever gotten from a family member. 

I could still feel the warmth of him on my lips. It occurred to me I should say something, though for some reason I was too stunned to speak. It was just a little kiss, no big deal.

The big deal was that part of me, one I'd taken to ignoring for a long time, hadn't wanted him to stop. In fact, it had wanted more. Just knowing, however abstractly, that I'd been wanting my cousin in such an inappropriate way made my cheeks burn.

Brad put two fingers under my chin and tilted me up to look at him. "Are you okay?" 

Eyes still wide as a frightened little animal's I gazed up at him. I still couldn't speak. All I could do was nod. I was okay. I was perfectly fine. I just had to make my brain work again.

Fingers sliding along my jaw, then back, brushing over my lips, Brad smiled. "You look really hot tonight Claudia. Even the black lipstick suits you, strangely enough." He passed his thumb over my bottom lip and looked at it. "Strange that it doesn't come off."

I cleared my throat. It was a straightforward remark. Answering it should be easy. "Won't come off without the right liquid..." I inhaled sharply, shifting, refusing to acknowledged what had put that word on my lips. "I mean cream...I mean..." I groaned and closed my eyes. 

Chuckling Brad hovered close to my lips. "So it takes a special cream to get it off?" His words sounded intentionally lewd. It made me want to smack him. That is until he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

Hands pressed against his chest I tried to reign in the control that was always so faultless, that had abandoned me now. Where it had gone I didn't know. I knew there was something in me screaming for me to make him stop, reminding me this was Brad, my cousin, my blood. 

My hands had moved to his shoulders and I was clinging to him as he teased my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth to say something, I couldn't remember what. He took it as an invitation and dipped his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned, a frenzy of pleasure burning through my blood. He played the tip of his tongue against mine, gently sucking on it. I writhed against him as moisture dampened the crouch of my panties, a need within taking me, overcoming any thought of protest. 

The scent of him filled me, woodsy cologne and a trace of car grease. Whimpers passed from me through our close pressed lips, the agony of desire I'd never before been plagued with almost painful. Shifting my hips I pulled away, bowing my head, fighting to catch my breath.


A Pleasant Fright



A touch of sanity returned, and in a moment of clarity I felt the outrage of my righteous mind, demanding to know what the hell I thought I was doing.

Brad bent down and kissed the curve of my throat. "God Claudia. You have no idea how much I want you."

Fighting to breath I shook my head. "Brad we shouldn't be doing this..."

Kissing up to my ear he started biting down gently on the delicate lobe. "Why not?"

Tugging at my lip with my teeth I tilted my head, giving him easier access. It made my protest rather laughable. "You're my cousin."

"Hmm." He moved back to my throat, sucking my flesh into his mouth. "You sure taste good cuz."

I groaned and tried to push him away. I didn't try very hard. What he was doing felt too nice for much of an effort. "That's incest Brad." My breath caught as he dipped down, pressing light kisses on the top of my overexposed breast.

"Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you Claudia?" His tone was strained, as though the last thing he wanted to do was talk. "It's just a few kisses. That's not so bad is it?"

My hands found their way to his hair. I clenched into the dark strands as he freed my breast and started sucking on my exposed nipple. "No. Kisses aren't bad." 

I knew it was wrong, god I knew. But I didn't want to say anything that would make him stop. My body's demands were drowning out the weakening objections my mind was coming up with. "If that's all we're gonna do..."

He looked up at me, a devilish grin on his lips. "So you won't object to me kissing you?"

I bit my lip again. Then I shook my head. What the hell, nobody else needed to know. Brad certainly wouldn't say anything. Was it really so bad to enjoy myself a little, do the forbidden before I got stuck on the straight and narrow? Like he'd said, we were only kissing.

Indulging myself wasn't something I was good at. Having argued myself into it I was determined to keep it going, just a little longer. Soon enough I'd have to leave, have to face the shame of what I'd done. There would be shame no matter what. I was making out with my cousin. Many would say it was sick. Whatever, just a few more minutes wouldn't kill me.

The thought died a quick death when Brad moved to my other breast and began lifting the bottom of my dress. He put his hand on my knee and left it there for a moment. He tapped his fingers on my knee as though considering something. Then he moved his hand further, gently stroking up my thigh.

I grabbed his wrist. "Brad..."

He left my nipple and met my eyes. "Do you want me to stop Claudia? Seriously. I will if you want me to."

I looked and felt wanton. It wasn't me. I was straight-laced, I didn't dress like this, or act like this. My mind took the moment of clarity and cried for ration. I sighed. "We should stop. This is wrong."

Brad grinned and shook his head. His hand moved up, curving down so he could cup my pussy. I groaned and rose to his hand as he rubbed his fingers against me.

"You said you'd stop." I preyed he wouldn't.

Brad bent over me, kissing down the length of my throat when I dropped my head back. "I said I'd stop if you asked me to. If you wanted me to. You haven't and you don't. All I heard was you obsessing over what's right and wrong." He flicked one nipple with his tongue, then the other. His fingers slipped into the moisture beneath my panties. "Tell me you don't want this. You've never been able to lie to me before. If you say it I'll believe you."

One of his fingers dipped into me. I was so tight, I knew it in the way he had to carefully work it in deeper, against the natural tensing of my body. I'd never gone this far with anyone. Now I was, with my cousin.

It was crazy. I had to stop it. The words were almost formed. Then he started moving his finger. In, out, a slow motion so I felt every single crease, the rough calluses, could even imagine the tiny lines on the pad of his finger. 

He was laying me back down on the car. I didn't fight it. My whole body was focused on his finger, such a simple, small thing, doing so much. All my nerves, every sense wrapped around Brad and what he was doing. I didn't want it to stop, and I couldn't make the lie leave my lips.

The black length of my skirts was pushed up to my waist. I arched against the car as Brad disappeared between my thighs and I felt his tongue, his mouth, mere inches from his finger. I moaned, and tried to close my legs, fought to keep them open. His mouth pressed and sucked and I was sure I was going to lose my mind.

Brad removed his finger and I moaned in protest. His tongue replaced his finger. No more was I worried about losing my mind. It was gone. Where, I wasn't sure. With his tongue pushing in and out of me, driving such mind numbing pleasure, I didn't really care.

Something was building, so hot, so powerful, something that was stronger than any craving I'd ever experienced. My body lifted to him. He sucked harder. I was sure, if I got what I needed, I could happily die.

"Brad..." I was begging for it. I was hoping he could give it to me. 

Brad pulled me up as he stood, holding me close, kissing me in a way that showed me he felt the desire just as fiercely as I did. "Tell me you're on the pill..."

I kissed him back, shaking my head, groaning as his mouth trailed a wet path along my jaw. "I never needed it. Brad please..."

Hugging me Brad met my eyes and gave a firm nod. Setting me from him he fixed my dress back over my breast and quickly smoothed down my skirts. He took my hand. "Come on."

I let him lead me from the garage. We passed the living room on the way to the stairs. Joe and Janie were sleeping. Without pause we ran upstairs. He'd hardly closed the door before he had me back against him, kissing me as he worked the dress down, not stopping until it was in a pile on the floor.

"God Claudia I want you so fucking bad it hurts." He groaned, lips pressing against my breast as he carried me to the bed. 

I tugged at his shirt. "This is so bad. I don't care. Please hurry."

Brad nodded and backed away. He pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants, reaching over to open a drawer in his little side table.

Just watching the ripple of muscle, spread so temptingly before me, made me wish he'd hurry. Dropping my eyes to where he was rolling the condom over his large cock almost froze me. He was so big. I'd been tight around his finger. 

Brad joined me on the bed. Laying over me he gave me an encouraging smile, kissing my lips as he curved one hand against my cheek. "Don't look so scared. I'll be gentle." 

He lowered one hand between us, taking his hand from my face to brace himself up. I felt his fingers prodding between my thighs. 

Lifting his hand he smiled and sucked the glistening fluid from his fingertips. "You're so wet Claudia. It shouldn't be hard."

I swallowed, then nodded. I trusted him. If he said he would be gentle I believed him.

As he positioned himself between my thighs I had a moment of clarity. Not only was I about to have sex with my cousin, I was about to lose my virginity to him. The head of his cock spread me, and I felt the pressure against the tight opening, easing in so very slow. I went still, and the answer I'd been unconsciously looking for came to me.

There was no one else I'd rather lose it to.

He went deeper and I looked up at him, seeing the strain in his features, seeing how hard it was for him to be going so slow. He cared for me, more then anyone ever would. Right then I knew I loved him, right then I knew wrong as it was to everyone else, nothing could be more right.

I relaxed and he slid in a bit further. He smiled at the acceptance he saw, bending down to kiss my lips as he worked his dick into my tight pussy. It was uncomfortable, the width of him holding my lips apart. I was wet, but the slow movement was making my pleasure subside. I tried to thrust up.

Brad caught my hips with his hands. "You're gonna hurt yourself."

I licked my lips and fought to slow my breathing. "You not moving is hurting me. Just get it over with...once it passes..."

He nodded. "Once it passes this should be easier." He pulled out then pushed back in, a little harder this time. "You're so tight. Damn it you have no idea how long I've wanted this..."

My eyes widened. Then shut when he pulled out again and slammed forward abruptly. The wetness of me helped him fully sheath himself in the pulsating depths of my pussy. My body held him. Brad stilled so I could adjust to his presence.

Brad wrapped me in his arms. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. I was sore, but the climax had returned, deep within, and was demanding my attention. I shifted my hips. "I'll be better when you move."

Rotating his hips Brad smiled down at me when I let out a throaty cry. "Like that?" He began pulling in and out, motions somewhere between fast and slow. "Or like this?"

Pushing my hips up I turned my head, first to one side, then the other. He was filling me so much, and it felt so very nice. "Save the teasing for later Brad. Just move...move and don't stop. If this feeling doesn't pass I'm going to go mad."

Sympathy in his eyes Brad nodded, bent to claim my lips and began moving. Steady, faster and faster, deeper, harder, almost painful and then it changed. He rotated his hips again, stirring his dick inside me. The change in motion pushed me over the edge.

Fist clenched to the blankets I tried to close my legs. Brad's moving hips held them apart. He groaned, moving faster. My hips lifted as I undulated around him. I wanted him to stop, the building overtop of the last was almost more then I could bear.

"Brad!" I groaned. "Oh god...I can't..." I hissed in air through my teeth.

"Just relax Claudia. Let it happen. You're so close. I can feel it. You're gonna come again." He kept slamming in, so close himself. "You are so tight, so fucking wet. You've got to get on the pill. I want to do this again when I can feel you pussy wrapped around my bare dick..."

His words, combined with the ceaseless motion, lifted me up and dropped me down into a violent orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He dropped down and held me tight, driving deep in one hard thrust.

We laid there for awhile. Inside something nagged again, telling me what I'd done was technically illegal, and more then that, just plain wrong. I told it to shut up. I felt too good to let anything bring me down now.

Light flashed against the wall. I heard something. It was the TV.

So drugged with pleasure it didn't concern me at first. It could have been on before. Who knew. Who cared.

It was the voices coming from the TV that made us both sit up. My voice. Brad's. I stared at the screen, watching as he lowered his head between my open thighs.

My eyes lifted to my uncle, standing by the TV stand. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it to my chest. Brad stood, eyes hard, and stood between me and his father.

"I must say, that was quite a show." My uncle stepped up to his son, a lazy smile on his lips. "So you got the prissy little bitch popped. Good job."

Something frighteningly close to a growl rose from Brad's chest. "What are you doing in here?"

Uncle Frank laughed. "What am I doing?" He glanced towards the door. "What are we doing Ron?"

I followed his gaze and groaned. My brother was standing in the doorway. "I think we were watching Brad fuck his cousin."

Frank nodded. "That's what I thought." He shoved Brad aside. Brad tried to go for him as he approached me but Ron grabbed him. "Some sweet noises you were making niece. Wouldn't have thought you were such a fiery little thing. Think you can do it again?"

I gapped at him. "What?"

Ron laughed. "I think she's confused."

Grinning Frank nodded. "I think so." He leaned on the edge of the bed. "You're real proud of that scholarship, aren't you Claudia." He reached out and took a strand of my black hair, playing it around his fingers. "Think you'd lose it if the dean saw you letting your cousin eat you out?"

Panic burned in my chest. "Don't..."

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Oh I won't. That is, if you do what I say."

Brad struggled against Ron. "Leave her alone!"

Ron growled. "Or what? You aren't strong enough to stop us Brad. We shared with you. It's your turn."

Frank turned towards his son and nodded. "Think of it this way. At least we aren't related to her. Not by blood." He chuckled. "Though that apparently didn't stop you."

Brad tried to free himself again. "You ruined my life when you shared with me! Why do you have to ruin hers?"

"Must you be so dramatic?" Frank rolled his eyes when Brad simply glared at him. "We'll all have some fun, she'll go home and it will be forgotten. You being difficult is the only thing that will ruin her."

Brad looked at me, then dropped his head when he saw the pleading in my eyes. He understood. Much as I didn't want to, I would do anything to keep what I'd worked so hard for. He wouldn't stand in my way.

Frank's regard held approval when he turned back to me. "I like that. A girl who's got her priorities straight."

Not caring for his approval I grasped onto my only possible out. "What about the kids?"

Seeing Brad wasn't going to fight anymore Ron released him and came to the bed. "I brought them home. They're both tucked in, at home with mommy."

I scowled at him. "So you're cheating on my sister?"

Ron laughed. "Only on special occasions."

I was trapped. They knew it. I knew it. Resolving to just get it over with I looked at Frank. "What do you want?"

Frank leaned over and kissed my lips. I didn't move. Kissing was hardly the worst thing he'd do. "Why I want to fuck that pussy my son got so very wet, sweet little niece of mine. You let us have our fun and the video disappears, never to be mentioned again."

I frowned. "How do I know you won't keep a copy so you can do this again?"

Pulling me down as he lay on his side Frank pulled the sheet away. "How about this. You be cooperative and I'll share a secret with you, one that could ruin me."

It was the best I was going to get. Harvard in the forefront of my mind I relaxed against the bed, closing my eyes when he undid his jeans. Without warning he shoved his hand between my thighs and drove two fingers into my pussy.

"Very nice." He said, seconds before he replaced his hand with his dick.

I ground my teeth and closed my eyes, trying to remove myself from feeling his hard thrust. Disgusted I turned my head when he tried to kiss me again. He simply laughed and licked up the side of my face.

It hurt, but more from how rough he was then the size of him. Apparently girth didn't run in the family, and Brad's size had well prepared me for his father's smaller dick. Not that he was tiny, but it wasn't enough to stretch me more. All I could hope for was that it would be over quick.

I wasn't that lucky. Ron hadn't had his turn, and he wasn't willing to wait.

A wet squirt and I heard Ron crawl onto the bed behind me. I knew it was Ron because Brad hadn't moved. I could hear his protest, though not much of it since his father's body slapping against mine and his sucking on my ear drowned most of his words out. All I could hear was 'don't'.

Neither Ron nor Frank paid him any mind. I understood too late what he'd been protesting when Ron began to slick my ass with some kind of lube. Before I could shout out for him to stop he'd stuck a finger in my ass and was spreading the lube inside. I tried to struggle but Frank held me still, jamming his mouth over mine to silence my protest. 

I whimpered as Rob shoved his dick in my ass. It was tight at first, but the lube made it easy with a hard thrust and soon he had was all the way in. It hurt. I was tense and other then the lube I wasn't prepared. It was obvious Ron didn't care. Too soon he was fucking my ass just as hard as Frank was slamming into my pussy.

My body jerked in pain, but there was some pleasure. Ashamed I tried to fight it. Wrong as it had been to have sex with Brad it was even worse to enjoy Frank and Ron's assault, even if it was only a little. I focused on the pain instead. It made me feel like less of a whore.

Frank had bent down, without pausing his thrust, and was sucking on my breast. Not my nipples, he was moving too fast to catch them. More he was latching on to any flesh he could get in his mouth. I turned my face into the pillow, trying to stifle my senseless cries.

A hand pressed against the side of my face. I opened my eyes. Brad was leaning over me. "Are you okay?"

I couldn't lie to him. As he had said, I never could. "It hurts."

Brad nodded. "I know. But push away the pain. Focus on what feels good..." His kiss stopped my objection. "I know you hate it, but there's no need for you to suffer. Enjoy what you can."

He kept kissing me. It helped. I changed things in my mind, imagining I was just with him, having the wild sex I'd never wanted with any other. For a time it was all easier to take.

Which wasn't what Frank wanted. He pushed Brad away, snarling. "You want to join do it properly. Fuck her mouth you goddamn pussy."

Brad scowled at him. "What you're doing isn't enough?"

I closed my eyes when Frank grabbed my hair and fucked up hard. "I could go all night Brad. You either play or I just might do it. Wonder if she'll be able to walk after that."

Not liking where the conversation was going I reached out to Brad's naked form and took his semi-hard dick in my hand. I used it to pull him closer. I didn't know how to suck a guy off, but I was damn well gonna learn quick.

Brad groaned when I closed my mouth over him. Wanting to make sure he got more pleasure then the other two combined I put all my effort into getting him fully in my mouth. It was hard, both Ron and Frank were jarring me about, but when I looked up I saw it was working.

Mouth wet around him I slipped up and down, harder, faster. Brad took hold of the back of my hair when the other men's pounding made it hard to move. I circled the head of him with my tongue. I felt him grow a little, felt the skin over his crest grow slick and hot. He tensed. I knew he was going to come.

"Not worried about getting pregnant anymore niece?" Frank's words shook my concentration. Frightened at the reminder I tried to free myself, forgetting my determination to just let it happen. Frank laughed. "Don't worry. Our kind are quite sterile."

I put my hand on his chest. In doing so I could feel the change. The curl of hair on his broad chest grew. He thickened inside me, as did Ron. I cried out, releasing Brad as they stretched me.

What had happened I didn't want to know. I opened my eyes and focused on Brad, who had stepped away.

Bent over, as though in pain, Brad growled, then threw his head back and howled. I stared, watching his flesh ripple. Fur began to push out of every pore. He grew until he was taller and broader then he'd been before. Lips drawn back I could see the fangs fill his mouth. His face stretched into a long snout.

I screamed.

With a growl of a laugh Frank used his clawed hand to force me to face him. He had changed, and from the feel of fir brushing my back so had Ron. I lashed out, trying to hit him, to get away. 

Frank grabbed my hands and held them over my head. "Our secret Claudia. Now you know. If anyone knew our lives would be over. So like I said." He tensed and fucked into me harder. I felt as though I was being torn apart. "You keep our secret." I felt a flood of heat, pouring inside me. "And we'll keep yours."

Ron gripped on my shoulders, his claws digging in deep as he drove into me. I felt a fresh squirt of heat spilling into my ass. Blood spilt from my broken flesh, covering my breast.

Cool darkness took me to her merciful embrace.

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When I woke all I knew was I was very sore. I wasn't given the opportunity to believe it had all been a twisted nightmare. The pain was too real. I could feel it, raw between my thighs, deep in my ass. My shoulder hurt.




A Pleasant Fright



None of it mattered. I was just grateful that it was over.

Opening my eyes I looked around. I was still in Brad's room, dressed in one of his shirts, tucked snugly beneath the covers. Brad came to me the second he saw that I was awake.

He took my hand. "If you hate me I understand. I just need you to know. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

Squeezing his hand I met his eyes. "I don't hate you. I know this wasn't your fault." I winced as I tried to sit up. "How did it happen?" I didn't need to explain. He knew what I meant. "Have you always been...?"

Brad shook his head. "No. Just since last month. That's why I didn't call you back. The first full moon's the hardest. After that I learned more control." He sat on the bed beside me. "It was stupid. I walked in on dad and Ron. They were fucking some hot broad. They invited me to join." He looked down. "I didn't think anything of it. Until they changed and she bit me. I found out after it's been going on for years. My dad was looking for a way to...bring me in. I made it easy."

Sitting up, ignoring the pain I cupped his face with my hand. "This isn't your fault." I glanced at the door. "Look. I should go. My parents..."

With another shake of his head Brad pushed me back down. "No. Your parents know you're here. They think you're hanging out for a week 'cause you want to help me with my car. You need to heal a bit before anyone sees you."

Nodding slowly I glanced at the door again, nervous. "But..."

He leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. "They're gone. A business trip." His eyes went hard. "They won't be back for a few months. And after that..." He met my eyes. "I swear to you Claudia. They won't touch you again."

Despite what had happened I still trusted him. I truly didn't blame him for what they'd done to me. Besides, he was right. In the condition I was in there would be a lot of question I had no clue how to answer.

I stayed for two weeks, calling my parents myself to extend the visit. We actually did work on the car. The seats got delivered and Brad took me for a ride. It was everything I'd imagined.

During our time together he didn't touch me, other then the odd hug or brotherly kiss. Much as I'd enjoyed our time together I didn't want him to. I wanted nothing to do with sex. To my mind I'd had enough to last me a lifetime.

We kept in touch after I went home. Once in awhile we went out together, to a movie, to a bar to have a few drinks. Without saying so we'd come to an agreement. We both pretended none of it had ever happened.

When the time came for me to go to Harvard Brad was there. He helped me load my boxes into the second hand car my sister bought me. I'd fooled myself into believing it was a sign of sisterly affection, but I knew she was just doing what she thought was her duty. Besides, her new car was much nicer.

I wasn't about to complain. The car was serviceable, and it would take me away. That was all I wanted now. To get away, to forget. Brad understood, as he always did. Standing with me in front of the silver sedan he made me promise to call, well knowing I wouldn't. 

The promise was never made. I wouldn't lie to him. Much as it hurt he was part of the memories I wanted to forget. Harvard was the beginning of my new life. There was nothing I wanted to keep.

That was a lie, but it was my lie. When no one was looking Brad acknowledged it. Pulling me against him he kissed me, thoroughly, as though he'd never see me again. I clung to him, savoring him, knowing he probably wouldn't. 

This was goodbye. I couldn't face anything else.

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