Further Happenings at the Housing Complex on Juniper Lane

by Mesmer's Bauble

various (including best)

Building 22

Alice scowled when she saw her perverted-fuck-of-a-husband’s car parked in the driveway. She thought had made it clear that if he didn’t leave her alone until the divorce was finalized she would share ‘the picture’ she had found on his computer with the cops and damn the scandal.

Bursting through the front door she yelled out to him, “Lewis! Get the fuck out of here right now unless you want to go to jail!” As she stepped into the great room she saw that it was just as she had left it except for the slice of cake and an open bottle sitting on the coffee table.

It was such a pathetic peace offering she wanted to laugh. She moved to grab up the food and toss it in the trash when she caught a whiff of the scent emanating from the bottle. Alice couldn’t have named the smell but it was delicious and at the same time made her throat feel parched. She moved without thinking grabbing up the bottle and drinking deeply.

As the drink quenched her thirst she felt an odd sense of vertigo. When the bottle slipped from her small hand Alice looked around in confusion; she couldn’t figure out why she was standing naked in a pool of ‘big girl’ clothes in a house she didn’t recognize. Just as the fear was inching to panic she noticed the cake. It looked yummy; even better than the one at her eighth birthday party.

Reaching out she took the large slice of spongy cake from the table. It wasn’t stealing, Alice could read the note next to the cake and it said ‘Eat Me.’ Smiling widely as she took a big bite. Flavors exploded in her mouth and at the same time colors exploded in her mind. Her mind was so full of rainbows that everything else drifted away into multicolored bliss. Nothing bothered her, not her nudity or the strange man who walked into the room with a big smile on his face. When he started laughing she wanted to laugh too but she couldn’t bring herself to stop eating until she licked the last crumbs from her nimble fingers.

When she finished the rainbows were still there and they made her so happy. Too happy to disagree with the man when he pulled his ding-dong from his pants and told her that she could wash the tasty cake down with his milk. She just smiled and did as she was told; she knew that if she was a good girl she could stay in this rainbow wonderland forever.



Building 17

Marybeth slumped in her computer chair, a picture of boredom. She thought back to how excited she had been to come home from her first semester at college but she had never expected the month long vacation to be so dull.

The only sounds she could hear were the hum of the computer’s cooling fan and the muffled laughs of Whitney watching cartoons in the den. She loved her sister but had to admit to herself that she was a major part of the problem. Whitney had been her parents' little surprise and was 8 years younger than Marybeth; while this meant many things it almost always meant that she was stuck as a perpetual unpaid babysitter.

Today was a perfect example. Her father always worked till seven and her mother was usual home by four to take care of Whitney; but since she was home her mother decided to stay late to catch up on back work and wouldn’t be home for hours.

Just as she was working up the energy to make some sort of dinner her computer ‘dinged’ and the pop-up informed her she had received a new email from ‘[email protected].’ Just reading those words sent a shock of joy through Marybeth’s body and caused a smile to spring to her lips. It was from Haley, she hadn’t heard from her in what felt like ages.

She opened up outlook and quickly scanned the short email.

Hey Little Sis,

I guessed you would be missing all of us LBNs by now so I thought I send over a little something so that you don’t forget why you chose to rush us this year.

Kisses,

Big Sister Haley

There was a file attached and all other thoughts fled her mind as she rushed to open the program; ignoring the various spam and virus warnings that popped up.

Her computer whirred and moments later the screen was filled with the Lambda Beta Nu crest. It was a ornate shield with the Greek letters below it. There were four moons in one portion of the shield, orchids in another and a sash crossing it with three spiral shells on it. Marybeth’s eyes were drawn to the symbol of the sorority she wanted to badly to join; her eyes glazing over slightly unaware of the slight movement to the symbols on the shield or the low music streaming from her speakers.

The world vanished as the crest danced before her eyes. The moons flowed together into a pair of pert breasts and a bubbly butt that jiggled invitingly, the orchids opened into smooth pink mounds glistening with sweet feminine nectar, and all the while the shells spun in hypnotic spirals. The music from the speakers whispered things to her, things she would need to know, absolute truths, overwriting everything she thought she believed. Her smiled growing wide and empty.

After some unknown amount of time the screen flickered and the crest was gone, Marybeth blinked and sighed with pleasure. To her surprise she heard another sigh behind her, spinning in her chair she saw her little sister Whitney standing with a dazed look on her face in the doorway to her room. Her Little Sister, Little Sisters exits to pleasure their Big Sisters, Marybeth shook her head but knew that the thought was true and Whitney was her Little Sister… and She was Whitney’s Big Sister, Big Sisters use their Little Sisters for their pleasure.

Marybeth felt herself moisten as she could see a glint of understanding and submission in her sister’s eyes. As she stood and peeled off her jeggings she spoke with a commanding tone. “Whitney I want you naked and between my legs licking me NOW!” Whitney shuddered in excitement as she stripped off her clothing, “Anything for you, Big Sisters command, Little Sisters obey!”



Buildings 36

Lynn moaned in pleasure; getting a mouth full of dirt and grass and not caring in the slightest. Her peach fuzz covered pussy glistened with juices as her great dane Pogo thrust into her, taking her, claiming her, filling her.

Lynn’s mind was a fog of pleasure as her dog’s cock pounded her near senseless but one phrase burned bright in her mind, her truth, her mantra. ‘I’m such a bitch!’ *thrust* ‘I’m such a bitch!’ *thrust* ‘I’m such a bitch!’ *thrust* ‘I’m such a bitch!’ *thrust* ‘I’m such a bitch!’ *thrust* ‘I’m such a bitch!’ *thrust* ‘I’m such a bitch!’ She screamed the words as she came for the third time, “I’M SUCH A BITCH!!!!”

From his window Sam looked down as his tween cock-tease of a sister finally got the fucking she deserved. Three thoughts came to mind; first, he had discovered an incredible power inside him. Second, He would have to be very careful what he said from now on. Finally, that the scene playing out in his back yard had his twelve year old dick rock hard and horny.

“Sam?” His mother’s voice came from the doorway to his room, “Have you seen Lynn she’s not in her room.” A smile crossed his face as he gestured to his bedroom window. His mother walked over to see what he was pointing at and gasped in horror. “Oh my GOD! What is she doing we have to stop her this inst…”

Before his mother could go any further into apoplectic shock Sam leaned over, “I wouldn’t worry about it, she’s having fun and what else would you expect from the daughter of a cocksucker.” He watched his mothers eyes glaze over the same way that Lynn’s had and she nodded slowly. Feeling bold he reached out and took his mother’s hand, placing it on his hard cock.

Needing no further instruction she fell to her knees and pull out his rod; a mantra spinning through the fog that had once been her mind. ‘I’m a cocksucker.’ ‘I’m a cocksucker.’ ‘I’m a cocksucker.’ ‘I’m a cocksucker.’ ‘I’m a cocksucker.’



Building 15

In the center of the bed three nude blond females performed a sexual tableau. The eldest of the three, who looked to be in her late 30s or early forties, had her back was arched showing off her impressive bust while her face contorted in sexual bliss. She was kneeling with her legs spread allowing her to be serviced.

The middle girl could only be the eldest daughter. She looked like her mother in miniature her tight teen body glistening with sweat as she lay between her mother’s thighs; vigorously licking and sucking at a beautify blond tufted pussy and pert rosebud asshole. The rhythms of her licks were occasionally interrupted by her own moans of pleasure.

The youngest girl who looked to just be on the cusp of woman hood shared some things in common with her sibling and mother but she still had some baby fat, making her form softer. She crawled over her older sister, licking at her hard nipples and lapping at her cunt. She smiled wickedly every time she caused her older sister to moan.

Beyond their hair color and lesbian tendencies one other thing united the three on the bed. Despite their apparent pleasure their eyes were blank and glassy, staring off into nothing.

In the corner of the room a man sat, nude, with his hard cock in his hand watching the show. His wife and daughters put on a wonderful show. Each was so beautiful and had so much to offer, he couldn’t choose and thanks to what he had found in the book would never have too. Part of him hated to break up the show but he decided it was time for him to join in on the fun.

Standing he turned away from his girls and towards the dresser. On it, within a carefully drawn circle of runes were three dolls from his daughter’s collection. Barbie, with legs spread wide; Skipper, between Barbie’s legs; and Stacie lying on Skipper in a 69 position. The plastic eyes of the dolls mirrored the blank gazes of his wife and daughters.

Picking up a fourth doll he touched the magic circle and mutters a few arcane words under his breath before smiling as it glowed. With a manic joy flowing through him he moved, ‘Ken’ into the circle standing over the three girl dolls in a position of dominance. Turning he saw that the action had stopped as his families’ blank gaze turned expectantly towards him.



Building 19

Lydia waved goodbye to her husband as his car pulled out of the driveway. Glancing at her watch she rushed to prepare the house for her first student. It wasn’t in her nature to hide things from Stephen but he had been so dead set against her getting any job, he was old fashioned that way. It wasn’t about the money, they certainly didn’t need it. It was about filling her day and giving her something to do; so she had decided to put her music degree to use and started teaching piano lessons.

She smiled as she got out the sheet music and set her metronome by the piano. She never thought of herself as a good teacher but she had been doing well. Her students really seemed to respond to her lessons. She was just finishing setting things up when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock she saw Jason was early, though that wasn’t unusual for the boy.

Lydia knew it was rare to meet a thirteen year old boy with such a passion for music but he was a wonderful student, always a pleasure to be around. She thought about how much progress he had made and how proud she was of him as she opened the door. The gangly youth smiled up at her and she smiled back happy, as always, to see any of her passionate students.

The exchanged greetings but Lydia could tell Jason was excited to get started so within minutes they were both sitting at the piano, sheet music open. “Have you been practicing?” Lydia asked.

Jason nodded vigorously, “Of course Ms. Lydia, I can’t wait to show you my progress. Why don’t you start the metronome?” Lydia smiled kindly and reached over to the pendulum and began it swinging. A soft rhythmic ticking filling the room and Jason placed his hands on the keys as the metronome continued to tick… tick… tick… tick… tick…

Jason’s grin turned nasty as he watched his neighbor’s eyes glaze over and slowly close. Taking his hands away from the keys he stood up from the bench and looked her over. Just like he had commanded during their last ‘lesson’ she was wearing an incredibly slutty outfit for him. Her braless tits tied up with her shirt, heavy makeup, and a white skirt so short and sheer he knew she wasn’t wearing any panties.

He shook his head; still in mild disbelief that his piano teacher had no idea her metronome put her into some kind of trance. Still he had no issues with taking advantage of the fact; neither did any of the other boys he had told about her ‘private lessons’. To think he had complained to his mother about learning the piano.

“Ms. Lydia why don’t you get on your knees, lift your skirt, and show me how you play my flesh flute.”



Building 08

The author leaned back from his computer smiling. He was pleased with his new work. Some of the ideas were really strong and with the new short story page he didn’t have to worry that they might fall apart if he tried to expand them into full stories.

He still wanted to get back to longer pieces but it had been ages since he had written anything and this was a great way to sort through his backlog of ideas and get back into the swing of things. Glancing at the clock he realized how late it was.

He decided to upload the stories to the Domain tomorrow. Closing his laptop he left the room unaware of the way twists in reality rippled out from him like a stone dropped in a still pond.
This is a framework for anyone who wants to write loli MC flash fiction. The Housing Complex on Juniper Lane is a place where anything can happen especially with a creative but oblivious writer at the helm. Anyone is welcome to use these flashes as part of or inspiration for new stories on the site, they don’t even have to be set on Juniper Lane.

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