﻿Independence Falls

by Mister Arioch, Pan



Published: 2013-10-12
Updated: 2014-03-01
Packaged: 2024-02-16 22:28:49
Chapters: 4
Words: 20,953
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/IndependenceFalls/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Mister-Arioch.html, https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: When Pete and Alison move their family to Independence Falls, they discover that their new employer has some rather unconventional work policies. That, and the bottled water tastes really good.
Erotica Tags: ff, gr, in, mc, md, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


CHAPTER 1: Pete

CHAPTER 2: Melody

CHAPTER 3: Pete

CHAPTER 4: Melody



	CHAPTER 1: Pete

> Free housing. Free daycare. Free birth control.
> 
> There’s a reason that Oneiroi International has been voted one of the US’s top six employers for the past nine years running. At Oneiroi, we take care of our employees.

* * *

The twins exploded when I told them that they had to share a room.

“But…Robbie gets his own room!” Melody cried, gesturing at her younger brother. “What the hell, Dad?”

Stephanie’s reaction was more subtle, but just as emotive—she didn’t say anything at all, just stared at me with her big, sad eyes…just as she had when she was twelve, and I’d told her that no, we couldn’t have a puppy.

Our puppy was now a dog, sitting in the back seat of the family station wagon, next to Robbie, watching my teenage son playing around with his iPad. I’d confiscated it a few weeks ago when I’d discovered some upskirt shots on it, but given it back in an attempt to preserve family harmony for the road trip.

I focused on the road ahead of us, trying to ignore Melody’s shrill complaints and the baleful eyes of the younger of my twin daughters (younger by all of twenty minutes, but based on maturity, sometimes it felt like years). Fortunately, my wife Alison wasn’t following what we were talking about—she’d been pushing for me to tell the girls for a few weeks now, and if she’d been listening, our first night in our new home would have been spent having another conversation about how I always left everything to the last minute.

As I drove, Alison was reading “Building A Better Future” by her new boss Gideon Magister. As well as being CEO of Oneiroi International—the fastest-growing country in the continental US—he’d somehow found the time to write five books on business, and she wanted to get through all of them before starting at the new company. Gideon’s face was plastered on every billboard we’d seen on the way to Independence Falls, but surprisingly little was known about him personally.

“Look, kids—that sign means that we’re here,” I said in an attempt to distract the twins from the issue.

“We’re here?” Robbie asked, lifting his eyes from his iPad for the first time since we’d left Boston.

“Yup,” I replied. “We are now officially here—Independence Falls.”

I pulled the car to the side of the road so we could have a look at our new home. It looked exactly as it had on the brochures that Oneiroi had sent us—remarkably so, in fact. The houses were perfectly arranged, the colors were brighter than I thought was possible without judicial use of photoshop. Even the girls couldn’t find anything to complain about.

Hell, even Robbie looked impressed when I snapped at him to look up from his iPad and stop Solforging for just one minute.

“Our new home,” I said proudly, my arm around my wife’s shoulders.

* * *

“There’s only four rooms, and you know your mother needs an office. Would you rather share a room with Robbie?”

As we pulled into our new driveway, the debate had reignited. Yes, personal space is important to teenagers (especially teenaged girls) but this was getting ridiculous. I’d tried to implement some rules—Melody couldn’t play her music loudly while Stephanie was trying to study, Stephanie wasn’t allowed to be anal-retentive about mess on Melody’s side of the room—but the complaints kept coming.

Melody’s were notably non-specific, and I cast my mind back to a week before Alison got the job offer. I’d caught the older of the twins trying to sneak a boy into her room—heavily tattooed, pierced, at least five years older than her, but without any of the maturity that those years should have brought. Suddenly the reason my daughter was reluctant to share a room was clear…

Typical. We hadn’t even set foot inside the house, and already Melody was working on sneaking boys in.

“Why did we have to move here anyway??” she asked, for the third time in the last hour.

When my wife had first been offered the job with Oneiroi, she’d turned it down. Relocating the whole family, saying goodbye to all our friends…besides, all of my contacts had been in Boston.

I’d appreciated her efforts to make me feel like a priority, but honestly, it had been almost six months since any of my “contacts” had even gotten me some freelance work. I’d been unemployed for just over two years, and it was starting to get to me.

When they’d returned with another offer—one that included a job for me—we’d agreed that it was just simply impossible to turn it down. A job that took advantage of both my fifteen years experience in IT _and_ my old teaching degree? When would a chance like this come again?

It seemed that Independence High conveniently needed an IT specialist, and the fact that I could sub in for teachers when needed made it absolutely ideal. And so we’d packed the family up, and moved to Independence Falls.

Melody was definitely taking it the hardest. I knew she was excited to get out of the Catholic school we’d sent her to—Stephanie had blossomed there, but Melody was too anti-conformist to fit into a place like that. (God, I still remember how her face fell when I’d told her that although it was secular, Independence High required a uniform as well.)

Robbie seemed fine with the move. Though honestly, ever since Robbie hit puberty, he seems to be fine with anything so long as he can go to his room and jack off. I wish I didn’t know how frequent his masturbation was, but he doesn’t even try to hide it…

I certainly remember when my hormones hit, but I’m sure that I spent at least _some_ time doing something else. _Anything_ else!

And Stephanie…Stephanie’s such a trooper. She’d been sad, but I’d sat her down and explained how important the job was to her mother, and she’d finally nodded and accepted that it was happening.

Honestly, I think she’ll get the most out of the move—the most human contact she seemed to have in Boston was yelling at her brother for stealing her panties. (Is that normal, by the way? Google tells me it’s common, but I swear, when his age, I didn’t see my younger sister Julia as anything but gross and obnoxious.)

“Your mother’s career has more room for growth here,” I told Melody. “You’ve learned about the glass ceiling, yeah? Well, at Oneiroi they don’t seem to have one. They’re all about promoting women—if your mother plays her cards right, this could be the best thing that’s ever happened to her career, and to our family.”

“Yeah,” Melody muttered in response. “At least Mom _has_ a career.”

I pretended not to hear what she’d said, and opened the car door, trying not to let my daughter’s comment affect me.

I’m not going to lie—it was hard when my wife earned twice as much of me, even before my old company went under. She’s been the sole bread-winner for almost two years now—I’ve tried, but the job market just isn’t what it used to be. Sure, going back to teaching was an option, but after fifteen years of working with computers and adults, the idea of supervising a bunch of hormone-filled teenagers who are just begging for reasons to rebel against you…

I got enough of that at home.

Now, though? Well…my new salary was generous (I was trying not to think of it as a bribe to get Alison’s talents working for Oneiroi) but Alison’s blew it out of the water. Not only was it twice as much as she’d been receiving back home, but it came with the new house—along with maid service and a personal chef.

I knew my wife was talented, but it all seemed too good to be true.

“So, this is it!” I said, as we piled out of the car.

“It’s nice,” Alison replied, and I nodded.

“Our old place was bigger…” Melody grumbled, but I was determined not to let her dour mood affect me.

“Let’s check it out,” I announced, and began striding toward the front door.

Before my hand even reached the knob, the front door swung open, to reveal a huge, swollen belly, and two of the largest breasts I’ve ever seen.

“Well howdy!” the owner of gorgeous pair said, and I forced my eyes up to her face. It was split by a huge grin, and decorated with brown freckles. “My name’s Sophie—you must be the Levinsons!”

“Pete,” I said, offering my hand. It was swept aside however, as Sophie pulled me into a warm embrace. I could feel her pregnant belly pressing against my stomach, her tits against my chest.

“Pete! We’re a friendly bunch in Independence Falls, don’t you worry! There’ll be none of that hand-shakin’ here. Jasmine, come and give the nice man a hug!”

Another pair of breasts turned the corner, quickly followed by a shorter, version of Sophie, minus the pregnancy.

“This here’s my daughter, Jasmine—she was just helping me get the place ready for you!”

I tried to pull away, but Jasmine’s breasts joined her mothers, pressing against my side as Sophie’s daughter joined the hug. To my embarrassment, I could feel my penis stirring, and I pushed the two ladies away before I embarrassed myself with an erection.

“How’re you finding Independence Falls so far?”

“Friendly,” I said with a smile, and both Sophie and Jasmine threw their heads back and laughed as if it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard.

God help me, I couldn’t help but glance back to their bouncing breasts—they were both wearing sundresses, and from the looks of it, neither of them had a bra on.

“Come inside,” Sophie offered, and at the confused look on my face, the pair began to laugh again. “Well now you must be confused as hell—I’m the maid! Jasmine comes and helps her ma after school—we’ve just been getting the house ready for y’all!”

“I see,” Alison said, her icy tone a stark contrast to the warmth of the welcome I’d just received. She must have caught my eyes wandering. Both Jasmine and Sophie started, as if they hadn’t noticed my wife and two daughters standing just a few feet behind me.

My daughters just stared at the bouncing pair, and I shot them my best “don’t say a word” look. Robbie finally got out of the car, and immediately attracted the attention of our new maid and her daughter.

“And who’s this?” Sophie said, glossing over the female members of my family without hesitation.

“This is my wife, Alison, my daughters Melody and Steph…and my son Robbie.”

“Robbie…” Sophie said, giving him a long, slow once-over with her eyes. “Well well…welcome to Independence Falls, all y’all! I’ve got to make another visit or two before the sun sets—Jasmine, why don’t you show Robbie where he’ll be going to school?”

“Sure, mama,” Jasmine said without hesitation, and before Alison or I could say a word, she’d linked arms with Robbie and begun leading him down the road we’d just driven upon.

My wife’s anger had melted into a half-smile, and she watched me watch Sophie leave.

“…thanks for the invite.” Stephanie said sarcastically, causing a chuckle to emerge from my wife’s lips.

“I don’t think Jasmine plays well with other girls,” she replied, before shaking it off. She pursed her lips, like she’d just sucked on a lemon. “Come on girls, let’s check out the house.”

* * *

Since he’d wandered off with our maid’s daughter, Robbie lost his chance to pick a room, and so I carefully put him as far away from the girls’ room as possible. I wasn’t sure how to deal with the pantie-stealing incident—I still haven’t told Alison. I’m not sure how to.

The girls took the large attic room for themselves, and so I put my wife and myself in the room at the base of the stairs—an attempt to nip Melody’s sneaking out in the bud. My wife’s office was on the other side of the house, next to Robbie’s new bedroom.

In the kitchen, we found a pleasant surprise—our personal chef had apparently been in, and from the smell of it, there was a roast chicken in the oven. We found a note in the center of the table:

> Welcome to Independence Falls. In the oven you’ll find your dinner, and the fridge is full of bottled water. Don’t drink the tap water – it tastes awful! I’ll be around to make you breakfast tomorrow,
> 
> –H

“Well!” Alison said with a smile, “they really do think of everything, don’t they?”

“What’s this about the water?” I asked, the note in my hand.

“Oh, I’ve heard about this,” Stephanie said, opening the fridge. “It’s like in France—the tap-water is only good for washing.”

“Sounds expensive…” I muttered, and Alison shot me a look, before crossing the room to look over our daughter’s shoulder.

“We’ll be fine. We can afford it—besides, the fridge is huge, and they’ve given us enough to last a week.” She threw me a bottle of the stuff—‘Descartes Water’, it read on the label in big letters, with ‘I drink, therefore I am’ beneath an art-deco illustration of a waterfall. “Do you want to call Robbie? He’s never more than a foot away from his phone, and I’m starving.

My wife was wrong about two things. Robbie didn’t answer his phone, and even though they’d given us half a fridge of bottled water, the four of us managed to drink almost all of it by the time Robbie returned home. It seemed that the move had left us all thirstier than we’d expected, and the water was surprisingly sweet.

Dinner was absolutely amazing—I’d never had such a plump, succulent roasted chicken. The move had held the potential of being a huge disaster, but everything was coming together so nicely. The only flaw that I could find in our new house was that the lights had a strange flicker—they were all fluorescent (which made sense, considering how modern everything was—our dishwasher even had an accompanying iPhone app), and I guess my eyes just aren’t used to the different glow that they put out.

Alison had remembered to save some of the chicken for Robbie, and—typical teenage boy—he practically inhaled it. Normally he’s more of a “Coke” kid, but he happily drank the remainder of the bottled water. I asked him what he’d thought of the school, and he gave me the standard monosyllabic response I was accustomed to.

“Fine.”

“I see. And Jasmine, what did you think of her?”

“Yeah.”

“She seems nice—did you guys get along?”

“Yeah.”

“You think you’ll hang out with her again?”

“Probably.”

Well, at least the last answer was more than one syllable. On one hand, I was glad that Robbie had made a friend so quickly, but with his hormones the way they were…if he and Jasmine continued to spend time alone together, I’d have to make sure he understood about protection.

Despite being the youngest, Robbie wasn’t the only one who I needed to sit down and have a discussion about birth control with. I’d had “the talk” with Melody a long, long time ago—she was 14 when she started sneaking around with boys, and even at such a young age I’d made sure that she understood her actions had consequences. But Stephanie…

A part of me couldn’t let go of the image of Stephanie as my little girl. Even now, when she had obviously grown into a woman, it didn’t feel right…as though sitting down with her and talking frankly about sex would be the final thing that stopped her from being a child.

I knew I had to do it eventually, but there was no pressing need. The closest Stephanie had come to sleeping with a boy was the poster of Che Guavara she hung above her bed, and so I knew I could put off the inevitable awkward conversation for at least a little bit longer.

After we ate, the sun had set, and we decided it was time to call it a night. Until our furniture arrived, we’d be making do with sleeping bags, but everyone insisted on sleeping in their new rooms (overriding my suggestion of all sleeping together in the living room).

Completely wiped though I was, when we got to bed, Alison and I spontaneously decided to fool around. We’re both in good shape, and we’ve heard enough horror stories from our friends to know that once the sex disappears, the marriage often isn’t far behind…but after the long drive and the stress of moving, I don’t think either of us had expected to be fulfilling our marital obligations tonight.

Still, when she made the first move, I realized exactly how in the mood I was, and a few minutes later I was pumping in and out of my wife as she moaned and writhed beneath me. The lack of furnishings made the sound of our love-making echo and amplify, and I hoped that it wouldn’t carry and wake up any of the kids—I can only think of few things that would ruin their first night in a new house more.

In almost no time at all, my wife was cumming (she’s always been incredibly orgasmic) and so I allowed my own climax to follow shortly. She’s been on the pill ever since Robbie was born – no more kids for us!—and so I unloaded inside her, bareback, before rolling over and quickly falling asleep.

Our move was complete. Our new life in Independence Falls had begun.


	CHAPTER 2: Melody

> Leading the country in average income, average happiness levels, and average sperm count, Independence Falls is the fastest-growing town in America.
> 
> Independence Falls: home of Oneiroi. Home of the future.

I was sharing a sleeping bag with my twin when we heard it. The idea of your parents doing it is always gross, of course, but actually hearing them fuck? Eww and double eww. I couldn’t believe them – first they rip me out of my social network, take me to a town in the middle of bumblety-fuck nowhere, and _then_ they keep the whole house awake with their animal noises?

I could tell that Steph had heard it, though – she sort of froze and stiffened next to me for a second, then as the sound of Mom and Dad screwing got louder, she actually giggled.

When she did, I couldn’t help but giggle as well. I mean, it was sort of funny, really – they’re so _old_. Fortunately they didn’t last long (fortunately for us, not so much for Mom, haha) before it went silent, and we finally got to sleep.

* * *

The next morning was our first day at the new school. I’d woken up like three or four times during the night...I kept having these weird sex dreams. I mean, I’ve had sex dreams before, but these ones were really vivid for some reason – probably triggered by the gross sound of Mom and Dad doing it before bed, I guess.

I don’t remember exactly what happened, I just remember being fucked harder than I’ve ever been fucked...

Well, that’s not quite true. To be honest, I’ve _never_ been fucked. Yeah, I’m a virgin – pretty lame, I know. That’s what five years at a Catholic school do to you...it’s not like I haven’t fooled around though, unlike my prude of a sister.

Oh yeah, that’s the other reason I woke up – Steph must’ve been having the exact same kind of dreams that I was, because at least twice I woke up to find her moaning really loudly in my ear and sort of grinding herself on me. I mean, I wasn’t really awake enough to register what was happening, or else I would have stopped her – in my half-awake state, I just sort of let it happen. It was...sort of nice, I guess.

In the morning, though, when I realized what the wet patch on my pajama pants was, I was grossed out as hell, of course. Again, _eww_.

I don’t even know what a total virge like her would even have sex dreams about...she was probably dreaming about having her first kiss, or something like that. Yeah, my sister’s never even been kissed – we’re not that close, as far as twins go, but I know that much at least.

Ugh. Sharing a room with your boring, goody-two shoes twin sister. How could life get any worse?

I’ll tell you what wasn’t so bad, though – after I’d had a shower and done my hair, I went downstairs to find a total hottie in our kitchen. Yeah, turns out “H”, the chef guy? He’s, like, twenty-six, and sexy as hell. I mentally high-fived myself for wearing my sexiest nightie, and as I wandered into the kitchen, I know I caught his eye.

“Melody...” Mom said with a sigh. “Should you really be wearing that to breakfast?”

“Well, I sure as hell can’t wear it to school,” I replied, and sat down, giving H a wink as he smiled at my comeback. When my bf back home found out I was leaving, we had a final hurrah – he managed to steal some liquor from his Dad, and we got pretty wasted – but that was almost two weeks ago, and I hadn’t even so much as kissed a guy since then.

Hell, the most action I’ve gotten lately is my sister grinding up against me in her sleep. (Although to be fair, that’s the most action the little prude’s EVER gotten! LOL)

Mom was talking about her first day at work today, and Steph was asking Dad if he’d be coming to school with us (yeah, my Dad’s going to be working at my school. I swear, it’s like they set out to make our lives as miserable as possible) so it took me a little while to move the conversation around to H.

Like a total ditz, I didn’t even think to ask his name, just casually started asking about his life while enjoying the bacon and eggs he was making. After last night’s amazing chicken, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but holy shit it was INCREDIBLE. I mean, it’s bacon and eggs – how good can it be, right?

Anyway, between the orgasm-in-my-mouth that was H’s cooking, I managed to strike up a conversation. Turns out that he was raised in Independence Falls – I didn’t even know it had been around that long. He said that he was excited to meet some “new stock” as he put it, and I swear he looked straight at me when he did.

Major flirting, right?

Well between the sex dreams and the hunk in the kitchen, I was getting pretty wet. Like...really crazy, ridiculously wet. I mean, I’ve gotten turned on before – _duh_ – but this was actually impressive. Like I said, I think it’s ’cos I haven’t gotten any in WAY too long, and so when “H” asked if I minded giving him a hand taking some stuff out to his car, of course I said yes.

Mom gave me that “one eyebrow raised” look that she’s so fond of, but it wasn’t like I could get in _that_ much trouble with a guy I’d never met before, less than ten feet away from the rest of my family.

At least, that’s what I thought as well.

H, it turned out, was a total player. Like...I like my men forward, but woo a girl a little first, right? Not H.

I should point out, I’m not normally easy. I mean, I’ve had chances to lose my V-card in the past – if I was a total slut, I would have given it up long ago. Not that I’m a prude or anything, I guess I’ve just been...waiting for the right guy? Ugh, that sounds totally lame, but you know what I mean.

But it had been so long, and H was so hot, so when we got out of sight of my parents and he pulled me in for a kiss...well, I just sort of melted.

No, melted isn’t the right word for it. That suggests that I was passive, like a Jane Austen chick, just letting him kiss me while I daintily dropped my handkerchief or whatever.

When H made a move, I returned it double. It had just been so long since I’d done anything like that, and he was so _hot_. My lips met his, my hands reached under his shirt to find a HELL of an impressive six-pack, and when he reached down and started running a finger up and down the inside of my thigh...I went a little wild.

I’m not normally a slut. I’ve mentioned that, right? This was a special occasion. New town, new school, new man...and goddamn it, I was horny and he was hot.

There was something about the way that I was acting that was turning me on, and there was a LOT about the way that H was acting that was turning me on. My brain went a little foggy, and suddenly all I could think about was the fact that he was a man (and WHAT a man) and that I was a woman.

He pulled my body against his, and I could feel his package. At first I thought it must have been his leg or something, but then I reached down and discovered exactly what our chef was packing.

I’ll tell you, it practically could have been a third leg. I just stared at it in shock for a few seconds, before reaching down and feeling it through his pants.

Of the handful of guys I’ve been with, none of them has been more than six or seven inches. I’ve never actually measured, but they’ve all been around the same size. H? H was at least twice that.

If my parents hadn’t been two doors away, expecting me back at any minute, I would have insisted on seeing it...if only to believe what I was feeling. I have no idea how he managed to keep that thing contained, to be honest...I was so stunned by the outline of what I could see in front of me, I didn’t even object when H reached up my nightie and started playing with my nips, pinching them between his strong fingers.

Well...that wasn’t the _only_ reason I didn’t object.

I tried as hard as I could to keep in mind that my parents were barely across the hall, but couldn’t stop myself from letting out a little whimper of pleasure. H grinned at the sound, and used his other huge hand to cover my mouth – ladies, if you’ve never tried this, I thoroughly recommend it. There’s something so hot about being forcefully silenced – it reminds you of how dominant your man is, and how even if you wanted to cry for help, there’s nothing you can do to stop him from taking you...

He didn’t, I should probably warn you. No, when I left for school that day, I was still a virgin. And honestly, I was pretty glad about it – from what I’d seen and felt, I’m worried that H would have torn me in half. It was enough of an effort to take the two fingers he pumped in and out of me – I bit down on his hand when I came, but he didn’t mind. His eyes just gleamed mischievously, and I suspect he got as much pleasure as I did out of doing something so sinfully naughty barely ten feet from where my family was having breakfast.

After I came, I tried to straighten my hair and nightie as well as I could, but Steph still shot me a strange look when I came back in. Probably just jealous. Robbie stared at me as well, but the little creep has been doing that ever since my boobs grew in. Gross fucking pervert, same as always.

When H came in a few minutes later, my parents didn’t even suspect a thing – which is good, because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was just so... _sexy_.

I couldn’t believe it. I’d only been in Independence Falls for one night, and I already had a boyfriend.

### ALISON:

My first day at Oneiroi started exactly how I’d expected. A lot of “Hi”s and handshakes, a quick tour around the facilities, and a run–through of all the basics. Your office is here, check. Your desk is here, excellent. Here’s an induction package, the sheet of log–ins you’ll need for our unnecessarily complex computer system...everything was exactly as I’d anticipated.

Well, one thing caught me by surprise. I’m embarrassed to mention it, but I wasn’t expecting my boss to be black.

Not Gideon Magister, the CEO – I knew what he looked like from his billboards... and besides, I was told that it would probably be a few weeks before I got to meet him (which, frankly, I was a tiny bit disappointed by. The man’s a legend, and I’d heard rumors that I’d been handpicked to be a part of his team.)

No, my direct boss, Marcus Greele. He was tall, black, and drop-dead handsome.

Not that I had any problem with it, of course – Boston is a quarter black, and (if you’ll pardon the cliché) I’ve got plenty of black friends. And the more I thought about it though, the more it made sense. Oneiroi was so modern, and so of course they’d have a strong equal opportunity policy.

I just...well, it just took me by surprise, that’s all.

“Mrs. Levinson,” Marcus said as he met me at the reception desk, his gleaming white smile cutting through his dark-skinned face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Please,” I said, “call me Alison.”

I was taken aback by the whole “black” thing, of course, but as soon as I saw him, I couldn’t deny that he was an extremely handsome man. I tried to keep things professional, but it was hard not to stare.

“Alison, then,” he repeated, and reached out to shake my hand. I tried to ignore how much I was enjoying the sound of my name rolling off his tongue. “An _absolutely_ genuine pleasure.”

He showed me to my office, explaining that his room was right down the hallway, just a few doors away.

“Be sure to come and see me if you need anything,” he said, his eyes burning into mine. There was a silken purr to his voice, like a tiger stalking its prey. To my surprise, it sent a shiver of delight down my spine. “Anything at all.”

If I’d been ten years younger, I would have blushed and giggled in response – as it was, I just nodded, and thanked him.

“And now,” he said briskly, “your first video. You’ll be seeing a lot of them over the next few days, I’m afraid. This way, my dear.” He gave a half-apologetic shrug of his broad, powerful shoulders, _as if you say what can you do? Company policy_...and then he was on the move, walking briskly down the corridor, down past his office towards the flickering lights that lay beyond.

Marcus was halfway towards the training room before I managed to catch up. He was such a tall man, and I found it impossible to match his large strides. Half-jogging just to keep up with him, I asked what he meant.

“Oh, Gideon Magister likes to make sure that every new employee has the exact same information. He has a team to put them together, but he insists on presenting each video himself. It’s just to run you through the history of the company, the expectations of your role...all that kind of stuff. It’s company policy.”

“Of course,” I replied. It sounded pointless, but I didn’t want to start my first day off by arguing against company policy...although the way he’d described it as my _first_ video wasn’t particularly appealing, I had to admit.

A few minutes later, I was seated alone in the training room, watching Gideon Magister’s smiling face as he faced the camera and seemed to greet me personally. He stood in front of the marble steps leading into Oneiroi’s headquarters, right next to the marble fountain I’d passed by only a little while ago. He was an older gentleman, but he looked quite fit and trim, perhaps in his late fifties or so, with a mane of long, flowing white hair that spilled down to his shoulders, and a neatly-trimmed white goatee covering his chin.

Mr. Magister wore an immaculately-tailored suit, completely jet-black from head to toe – jacket, vest, shirt, slacks, and shoes. In fact, the only hint of color that could be seen on the man was the dark purple tie that he wore, with a matching handkerchief folded and tucked neatly in the breast pocket of the jacket...and the gold chain, presumably for an old-fashioned fob watch, that dangled slightly out of his shirt pocket. With a small amount of amusement, I thought that Mr. Magister looked like a country singer, one of those old retired ones that you see in advertisements for whiskey or used cars or something.

As the first training clip started on the giant flatscreen hanging from the wall, I noticed that the images on the screen were flickering slightly, just like the lights in the hallways and offices. Lines of odd static danced occasionally across the screen, too. I found myself wondering if they were all caused by the same thing. I guessed that my husband Pete might have an idea of what might really be causing the problem – maybe all of Oneiroi’s stuff was the same network or cloud or server or however the hell they transmit these things. I made a mental note to ask Pete about it after work.

_“Hello, and welcome to Oneiroi,” the gentleman on the screen said pleasantly. “My name is Gideon Magister – founder, president, and CEO of Oneiroi. On behalf of everyone who works for me and makes this organization such a wonderful place, welcome aboard. We’re glad to have you join the Oneiroi family. Please, enjoy a cool, refreshing drink of water.”_

I looked down. To my astonishment, there was a bottle of bottled water – the delicious Descartes brand that our refrigerator at our new home was stocked with – right in front of me. I hadn’t noticed it at all when I’d sat down just a few moments earlier, but I supposed that didn’t matter. Absently, I sipped at it.

_“It is my privilege to welcome you to Oneiroi. Without smart, capable individuals like you, our company would not be able to work for the greater good of the world. And in exchange for your hard work and your creative, insightful brilliance, all of your needs – and those of your family, will be attended to. You will want for nothing. Nod if you agree.”_

I nodded in agreement.

_“You may – on rare occasion, of course – see some things happening in the Oneiroi offices that might surprise or shock you. However, at Oneiroi, we often utilize rather unconventional training methods and management techniques. We believe that a happy, stress-free employee is a productive employee, and therefore strive to make sure all of our employees are as happy and stress-free as possible, even if that means using business processes that might be considered unorthodox by other traditional corporations. Any of these, er, business processes that you witness – and that you participate in – will seem perfectly normal to you, and not at all strange or out of the ordinary. Nod if you agree. And please, enjoy some more water.”_

I nodded again in agreement, and sipped again at my water. God, it tasted wonderful.

_“At Oneiroi, we consider work and family to be equally important. We believe that a happy family life means an equally happy work life. In fact, it is one of Oneiroi’s goals to blend family and work together, to make them all part of a greater whole. It’s one of the reasons that Oneiroi prides itself on hiring members of the same family – while some companies frown on this, we consider this a very healthy policy.”_

I nodded again. That made complete sense to me.

_“This is why we don’t consider you to merely be an ‘employee’...but rather, part of the ever-growing Oneiroi family. And while it is the duty of the management team at Oneiroi to provide you with a happy, nurturing environment here at our corporate headquarters, it is your job, in return, to help our family keep growing. Nod if you agree.”_

I nodded enthusiastically in agreement. I didn’t even know why, but that made perfect sense to me as well.

The video continued onward for a half-hour or so. To be honest, I’m not really sure exactly how long it went. And no, it wasn’t because I got bored and nodded off or anything like that. Quite the opposite, in fact. I found myself absolutely mesmerized by everything Mr. Magister was saying – everything he said was sheer brilliance, wise and insightful and occasionally laugh-out-loud funny. If anything, it all started to blend together, so at the end of the video, I didn’t quite remember everything that I’d just seen.

But I knew that it had been _amazing_.

That, and I’d finished my bottle of water – and, apparently, two more after that. I didn’t remember anyone coming in to bring me more, but I supposed it really didn’t matter.

Anyway, between introductions, my initial office tour, and the video, it was lunchtime before I got a chance to get back to my office and actually start getting acquainted with my new position. I’d been working for less than ten minutes when there was a knock at the door.

“Mr. Greele,” I said, as the door opened a crack. I found myself suddenly smoothing the wrinkles out of my pencil skirt, as if I was trying to impress a suitor on a date. I shook my head, stopped myself as Marcus poked his head inside, and looked up brightly at my boss. “Come in.”

“Already hard at work, huh? Man, I know your type,” he said with an easy laugh. He gestured to the huge stack of paperwork that I’d somehow already begun to assemble at the corner of my desk. “If you didn’t have a family to go home to, you’d work, work, work until the sun came up, right?”

I laughed politely. “Probably,” I replied.

“Well, enough work for the moment,” he continued. “I want to take you to lunch. Independence Falls has some truly wonderful little restaurants around here, and it’s my treat.”

“Oh, Marcus...thank you, but I can’t. I just can’t, honestly. I really want to get a headstart on my tasks here – the end-of-quarter is coming up, and I want to make sure I’m prepared before it hits. There’s so much I need to learn, and there’s so many requests in my Inbox already...”

“I insist,” he said. “If anyone has a problem with you taking a lunch with me on your first day, tell them to take the matter up with me directly.” There was a friendly but forceful insistence in his voice, and a slight tingle ran through my entire body at the demanding tone to his words. It would be fruitless to deny that I found Marcus attractive, even if he was black, but there was something about being ordered around by him that was just the cherry on top.

There was an awkward moment of tension, before he broke it with another huge smile.

“I do it for every new employee, from secretaries to new VPs. Please. Indulge me, my dear.”

It looked like I didn’t have a choice, and I couldn’t help but feel that he was dropping a hint – in my old job, I’d been on track to vice presidency, and while Oneiroi had never explicitly offered to match it, there had been signs that I was a contender. There’d never been any specific promises made to me by the human resources recruiters past my initial job offer (and the one I insisted they give my husband Pete), but they’d implied heavily that I might be on the fast track to upper management if I played my cards right.

And I got the feeling that I’d just been dealt my first hand.

Lunch, I have to say, was absolutely delightful. Marcus took me to a local restaurant that was classy without being overwhelming, and spent the whole meal treating me like I was a princess. He asked me a lot of questions, but he always seemed like he was genuinely interested in what I had to say. He laughed at my jokes, he made me feel incredibly at ease... if we’d been on a date, I can tell you it would have been one of the best dates of my life.

And Marcus certainly was quite a storyteller himself. It turned out that he had been a star wide receiver at Burbaine University, and then played a few years in the NFL before a knee injury had ended his career. As he said, though, he didn’t look at that injury as a setback, as it’d opened up the opportunity to work at Oneiroi International instead. And he kept calling it the best opportunity of his entire life...and the strange thing was, I completely believed him, for some reason.

At one point, Marcus visited the men’s room, and as I looked around, I noticed something odd. If he hadn’t insisted I have a second glass of wine, I probably wouldn’t have brought it up, but the liquor loosened my tongue, and I spoke my mind as he returned to our table.

“Mr. Greele,” I said, and he interrupted me.

“Please, I told you – it’s Marcus. Or, if you insist, sir.”

I couldn’t deny the small thrill that ran through me at the idea of calling this big, black man “sir”. A silly one, of course, but nevertheless a thrill.

“Marcus,” I continued. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but do you see a pattern in the women at this restaurant?”

“Hmmm?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m not quite sure what you mean, Alison.” I may have had a glass and a half of wine, but I wasn’t even close to missing the playful grin playing around the edge of his lips.

“Come on, don’t deny it. Look at them – it looks like half the women in this room are pregnant, maybe more. And it’s not just here.” I twisted my hands around nervously in my lap. “It seems that way back at the office, too.”

“What about her?” Marcus replied deftly, pointing at a woman sitting two tables away. “Maybe she just had a second helping of the lobster ravioli.”

“Stop it!” I said with a nervous laugh. Too nervous. I wished I hadn’t started on the second glass of wine after all. “Seriously, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

Casually shrugging, Marcus leaned over and confidently drove his fork through some of the pasta in front of me.

“It’s the nicest restaurant in town. Most of the business execs from Oneiroi go here, which mean that their wives go here. And I don’t know what it’s been like for you back in the city, but in a small town like Independence Falls – as soon as the women have money and security, they start having babies.”

“Huh,” I said, my mind processing what he’d said. I’m not sure that I quite believed him...but for some reason, I _wanted_ to believe him. And that was all that mattered.

“Honestly, it’s extremely common in towns like this, out here in the country and away from the bright lights of the big cities,” Marcus continued. “The rich women have babies out of boredom, the poor women have babies out of ignorance...and the teenage girls pop them out at an alarming rate. Surely you’ve heard the stats?”

I hadn’t, but I felt no need to broadcast my ignorance to my new boss, so I just nodded along, fidgeting awkwardly in my chair.

“You’ve got teenage girls, don’t you?” he continued. “Two of them, if I’m not mistaken?”

“I do,” I replied coolly, as suddenly my defenses were raised. “And I can assure you, both of them are _far_ too sensible to do anything so foolish, or to ruin their lives like that.”

Marcus just raised one eyebrow in my direction, and shook his head as he casually twirled his fork around.

“So, you think having a child young ruins a woman’s life? What if that child grew up to be, oh, I don’t know, let’s say an important executive at America’s fastest-growing company. Would that really be a foolish decision, Alison?”

I thought there was a slight twinkle in his eyes as he spoke...but there was just a hint of an edge in his voice as well. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding around or not, and even if he was – well, he did have a point. My face immediately went a dark shade of red, and I stammered over my apology.

“Oh my word...Marcus, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

He continued to look stern as I tried to justify what I’d said, before breaking out in a rich, deep laugh.

“Alison, don’t worry about it. Come on, finish up – we should be getting back to the office.”

I returned his laugh with a sheepish grin, ate the rest of my pasta, and – at Marcus’s insistence – helped him finish the bottle of wine. I figured if my boss was the one offering it, I couldn’t get in too much trouble for drinking over lunch.

When we got back to company headquarters, I followed Marcus into his office to thank him.

“Truly,” I said, “it was a very, generous gesture. I had a really lovely time with you.”

Marcus just smiled, and without even thinking about it, I stepped forward, my hands intertwined.

“No, I mean it. Thank you, Mr. Gr – thank you, Marcus. It meant so very, very much to me.”

At that point, it was mostly the wine talking, but I pushed on.

“It’s been so scary, moving to a new city, going into a new job. Hell, I uprooted my whole family halfway across the country, and so I just wanted to say...thanks. Thanks for making me feel welcome, and thanks for making it so much easier.”

By this stage, I was standing toe-to-toe with my new boss, looking up at him. I softly smiled up at him, but I still don’t think what happened next was my fault – he leaned down and kissed me. And not a polite, friendly peck on the cheek, either. Right on the mouth, bold, shameless...and sinfully good.

What happened after that was _definitely_ my fault. I should have pulled back, I should have stopped it. Instead, I wrapped my arms around him, and returned the kiss with vigor. My tongue slipped into his mouth, and he tasted hot and delicious. My heart pounded like a drum as I savored the kiss, and I felt all the nervous, worried tension in my body slide away in his strong embrace.

As Marcus pressed his body against mine, I was suddenly aware that the rumors about black men weren’t just rumors – Marcus was packing. The bulge pressed against my stomach was huge, and as I moved my hand up to grab it, I suddenly realized what I was doing.

“Oh my!” I cried, staring the handsome devil in the face as I finally broke off our sensuous kiss. “Marcus, we shouldn’t...I couldn’t... _ohh_!”

Back in Boston, I had a reputation. I was known as a high-flyer, a man-eater. _The ice queen_ , if certain rumors were to be believed, and _the evil android_ , if you paid attention to others instead. _Emotionless cut-throat bitch_ was the underlying theme...there were entire departments who feared me back East...and if any of them had seen what I was doing in my boss’s office at that very moment, they wouldn’t have recognized me in the slightest. Not the gleefully excited woman eagerly sucking face with her own boss on her first day on the job and grabbing his package, like some brainless bimbo.

_What the hell was I doing?_

“Relax,” Marcus said affably. A hint of a smirk crept to his lips as he spoke. “You’re not the first to wonder. No harm, no foul. You got a little carried away. It happens...don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Promise.” He laughed jokingly and winked at me, and put a finger to his lips...and then, he gently ran that finger down my cheek and along the nape of my slender neck. My knees practically buckled as he tenderly caressed my skin, and I had to literally grab the edge of his desk to keep myself from falling on the floor of his office.

I might’ve let out a soft little moan, too. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that soft. I don’t really remember.

“Good, uh, okay, sure,” I finally managed to blurt out. “Thanks, uh, again.” I tore myself away from him before anything else could happen – and the weird thing was, tearing myself away took a lot more effort than I ever could’ve imagined. I mean, a married woman, flirting way more than somewhat inappropriately with her boss on her very first day of work...a no–brainer, right? Get the hell out before things could spiral even more dangerously out of control, right?

Except I found myself wanting the danger...no, not just wanting it. Craving it. I so badly wanted to kiss Marcus again. And I so badly found myself thinking of even more...

I fled, before more could happen. I thought I heard an amused, confident chuckle coming from the direction of Marcus’ desk, but that could’ve just been my overheated imagination.

Somehow, I managed to stumble out of his office without further humiliating myself, my face bright red with embarrassment. I practically ran back to my own office, almost knocking a startled–looking secretary as I sprinted in my high heels, and slammed the door of my office behind me.

As I sat back down at my own desk, I tried taking a moment to collect myself. Had I just...yes. Yes, I had. It was my first day, and for the first time in eighteen years of marriage, I’d kissed another man...my new, ebony black stud of a boss. And while I felt guilty about that, incredibly guilty and ashamed, I couldn’t help but realize how badly my hands were shaking, and that they were shaking with excitement, not fear.

That, and I realized my panties were utterly drenched with desire.

My cheeks burned with mortified shame as I took several more deep breaths...which turned into several long, long, minutes. Finally, I was able to calm down somewhat. I managed to convince myself that I could blame what happened on the wine, and that everything would go back to normal. Just a weird, funny, awkward moment that Marcus and I could laugh about someday as something silly and ridiculous on my first day at Oneiroi.

Right?

Right.

Of course.

I finally got to work, determined to spend the rest of the day being productive. After a while of crunching numbers and writing reports, it was easy to stop reliving that sensuous, tantalizing kiss, to block out the memory of how it had felt to be held against Marcus’s big, muscular body. I even managed to stop picturing myself in his arms, the contrast of our skin colors, the way he made me feel...

But no matter how I tried, and no matter how hard I worked, I couldn’t ignore the hot, growing itch between my legs, the flush creeping across my whole body.

I couldn’t wait to get home, fuck my husband’s brains out, and get my boss out of my system completely.

Everything would be back to normal tomorrow.

I just _knew_ it would be.


	CHAPTER 3: Pete

> Family comes first.
> 
> At Oneiroi International, we consider our employees to be part of one big happy family. And nothing makes us happier than to see so many of our employees swelling with pride as they become part of our family.
> 
> Oneiroi International. Growing and growing with each passing day.

### PETE:

What the hell?

For a moment, as I pulled into the parking lot of Independence High I thought that maybe I’d gotten the wrong directions to the school. Looking up through the windshield, up at six stories of expensive, glistening glass and chrome, I wondered if I’d taken Alison’s directions to the corporate headquarters of Oneiroi International instead. But as I turned my attention to the entrance of the building and saw all the teenaged kids with backpacks and armfuls of books heading inside, I knew I was at the right place.

Independence High was just...a rather unusual place.

Sighing, I parked and got out of the car. Alone. I’d given the twins a lift, but Melody had demanded that I drop her off about six blocks away from the school, by a grove of trees well out of sight from the building. Stephanie had meekly scooted out of the car with her sister as I complied with Melody’s demand, avoiding eye-contact as she hugged me goodbye.

I supposed I couldn’t blame them. If I were in their shoes, I probably wouldn’t want to be seen with me, either. Walking through the front door on the first day of school with their tech-geek dad? Pass.

Robbie, meanwhile, hadn’t even bother coming to school with us – he’d ducked out of the kitchen while we’d all been eating breakfast back in the new house, mumbling something about how Jasmine would give him a ride to school instead.

“She’ll give him a ride all right,” Melody had muttered as her brother practically sprinted out the door of our new house. She looked like she had plenty more to say on that particular topic, but I shot her a sharp glare and she bit her tongue. Stephanie, meanwhile, just folded her arms across her small chest and said nothing, looking just as miserable as she had yesterday.

_My poor baby girl_ , I thought. I wished there was something I could do to help, but I felt like time was the only thing that would benefit her at this point.

The buildings were apparently out-of-bounds to students before a certain hour, because the only people I saw milling around were janitorial staff. It didn’t take me long to find my way to the teacher’s lounge, but before I could go inside I was accosted by a short, muscular man who had clearly spied me from across the hall.

“Pete!” he said, and pulled me in for a hug. Sophie hadn’t been kidding about the friendliness here. I stiffly returned the embrace, and when it was finished, raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

“Evan!” he said, gesturing to himself, and vigorously shaking my hand. “If you’re not Pete, I should call the police—some horn-dog is here to take our schoolgirls!”

I laughed politely, and followed Evan as he offered to show me to the computer lab.

“I know you tech types—you’ll want to start tinkering straight away! I never had much of a brain for computers myself, of course—oh, I should have mentioned! I’m one of the dance teachers. Haha, I know what you’re thinking—you don’t look like a dance teacher! Well, you know what they say...those who can’t, teach!”

With his over-the-top friendliness, I couldn’t help but like Evan. He showed me to the computer lab, made a quip about “not getting any of the computers pregnant”, and left me to it, saying that he’d fetch “Beth” for me.

Nodding in response, I stepped into the room and stared at the computers, totally awestruck. They filled the room—there must have been at least two dozen of them, and a small door at the back suggested more.

I spent the next fifteen minutes just inspecting the equipment. It was incredible, and as I’d suspected, the room at the back held another twenty-odd.

Forget about other high schools—I doubted very much that there were more than ten colleges and universities in the country that had better facilities and state-of-the-art high-tech equipment than what I was seeing at Independence High. Everything looked brand new, though I didn’t recognize any of the branding.

My mind spun as I concocted explanations. It was a company town, after all...and the employees of Oneiroi International would want the best for their children. What was more, they probably wanted the kids prepared to work with the best—the school was, after all, a potential employee base for the company.

“Peter Livingston?” a cheerful voice asked, snapping me out of my musings. “I’m Elizabeth Summers, the principal of Independence Falls High School. You can call me Beth, and I must say, it’s a genuine pleasure to finally meet you.”

I turned around to say hello to my new boss. Elizabeth – Beth—was a stunningly attractive bubbly blonde woman, probably in her late thirties. Just from the slight hint of a Southern accent that dripped from her voice, I guessed that had probably been a college cheerleader when she was younger, or maybe some sort of beauty pageant queen. Maybe both. She also wore a sheer, gauzy white blouse that barely contained her ripe, massive tits...and the soft, gentle curve of her belly that said she was just a few months pregnant.

“Yes, I’m Pete,” I said. Inexplicably, I found myself imagining what it’d be like to bury my face in those big, luscious tits of hers. Probably amazing. No, not probably – _definitely_. I fought the urge to shudder, and held out my hand to shake hers...

...and found myself suddenly being warmly hugged by her. Apparently handshakes were a lost art form in Independence Falls, replaced by overly enthusiastic embraces and amazing breasts being pressed affectionately against someone else’s body. I prayed feverishly that she couldn’t feel my cock starting to stir inside my boxers, and managed to extricate myself from her arms.

“Follow me,” she said, and my legs obeyed before I’d even thought about her request.

As we walked, Bethany asked me questions. Despite her soft appearance, she was sharply professional—within five minutes, she’d extracted my entire employment history, and by the time we reached her office, my voice was hoarse.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked as I sat behind her desk, holding a bottle of Descartes Water towards me. Without even thinking about it, I nodded and took the bottle, and took a good, long swig from it. The stuff tasted just incredibly refreshing and tasty – I was amazed that I’d never heard of it before. It must have been a regional thing, made by a local company.

“Thanks,” I said, as I twisted the cap back on the bottle. I barely noticed that I’d drank about half of its contents in one go.

“So,” she said with a smile. “I know all about you. But I want to know—what do you think of us so far?”

Perhaps the diplomatic thing to do would have been to give her the pat answer she wanted to hear, about it being a pleasure to work with the new generation, blah, blah, blah. But I wanted to be truthful with my new boss, so I gave it a few minutes thought before replying honestly.

“This place...it’s amazing. Unbelievable. In fact, it looks like the only thing you have that’s not incredible here is the lighting.” I rolled my eyes and pointed to the gleaming rows of lights hanging from the ceiling in the hallway. Like our lights at home, they flickered on and off haphazardly – not enough to be serious, but just enough to be noticeable, and to be slightly annoying.

“Oh, that,” Beth replied. She shrugged apologetically. “It’s a minor nuisance, I know. Should be fixed in a few days. All of Independence Falls is getting switched over to solar power – Oneiroi’s ongoing commitment to being environmentally responsible, you know. Just about everyone who’s on that power grid has problems with their lights, which means just about all the corporate housing, the high school and its facilities, and the company headquarters.”

“So basically, all of Independence Falls,” I said with a laugh.

“Basically,” Beth agreed. “Except for the daycare center, and the elementary and middle schools across the way. Those are on a separate power supply. Which makes sense, of course, in case of emergencies.”

“Look, aside from that...it seems wonderful. At least, everything I’ve seen so far.”

“And what have you seen?”

“The computers and the halls.”

“Well,” Beth said after a few seconds of thought. “Let’s see what else there is to show you.”

This time Beth didn’t spend the walk interrogating me, and so I was able to better take in my surroundings. The lights continued to flicker wildly as we strolled through the corridors of the school, but the longer I was exposed to it, the less it bothered me.

On our tour, I noticed that while the girls of Independence High followed the uniform code, they managed to tweak it to show as much skin as possible. Girls will be girls, I reasoned to myself. All of them were incredibly fresh-faced and good-looking, like they’d just stepped out of the pages of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. The plaid black-and-red pleated skirts with the starched white blouses had looked nice and properly conservative at home, but the way the girls were wearing them, they looked more like a costume that a stripper would wear at some seedy club.

And by showing off their skin, they made their pregnancies immediately obvious. Many of them were pregnant...no, _most_ of them. I’d never seen such a high pregnancy rate at a high school before, and while I tried not to gawk, each time one of the young ladies caught my eye on their swelling bellies, they would turn to give me a better angle, arch their back to emphasize their pregnant status, ensure that I could see how young and obviously fertile they were...

One even winked at me, and my mouth just fell open in shock.

Most of the students who _didn’t_ have obviously swelling bellies were wearing long, baggy, loose-fitting sweatshirts to cover their otherwise slim bodies. And a few more looked like either they’d had a few extra pancakes for breakfast that morning, or the gentle curves showing at their midsections might be...well, something else.

And the kicker? It just wasn’t the students. As Beth led me around the hallways of Independence High, I couldn’t help but notice that maybe half the teachers in the school were knocked up as well. Much like their female students, all of the teachers were simply gorgeous, and third of them (at _least!_ ) were showing in a family way.

It wasn’t just how many sexy, beautiful teenage girls – and women – that were knocked up that had me feeling troubled...and that had my cock slowly starting to get hard. It was the brazen amount of affection I was seeing as Beth toured me throughout the main building that was bothering me. It wasn’t like the students were openly fucking on the desks – _that_ would’ve just been too, too much – but there were lots of boys walking through the hallways with their arms around lots of girls’ slender waists, with hands roaming down to squeeze their supple ass cheeks...or, on a few occasions, down under the front of the skirt. There was an awful lot of kissing going on, usually with tongue. It didn’t surprise me that a bunch of teenage high school students were randy, but the fact that teachers were passing by without saying or doing a thing about it—it was unnerving.

Something very strange was going on at Independence High.

“Any questions?”

I blinked. We were standing back at the entrance to Independence High, and our little tour was apparently over.

“Well, uh...” I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, trying to think of a tactful way of saying what was on my mind...and then I just gave up and blurted it out. “Boy, it seems like an awful amount of people here are, uh, going to be mothers soon, huh?”

“Really?” Beth seemed genuinely surprised by the question. I thought she was kidding at first, but my jaw practically hit the floor when I realized she was being perfectly serious. “Pete – you don’t mind if I call you Pete, do you? – I’m fully versed on the latest national studies regarding teen pregnancy. Rest assured, Independence High is absolutely no different at all than any other high school around the country.”

I’d been sipping at my bottle of Descartes Water when Beth answered my question. It was about all I could do not to choke on the water as I swallowed it. Instead, I slowly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I tried processing what my new boss had just said...and failed miserably. The words DOES NOT COMPUTE flashed inside my head in gigantic screaming neon lights, and as I looked at the students walking by us – and at the alarmingly high number of pretty female students looking like they were either in a family way, or about to be that way – I couldn’t imagine how any rational person could say such an outrageous statement with a straight face. And for the principal to say it...

“Maybe a couple of girls missed their sex ed class, huh?” I said it with a grin, hoping it came across as a joke. I didn’t even know why I said it, except for the fact that I felt like I had to say something...

“Free birth control pills are available for all female students, provided that their parents give permission and sign the appropriate documents,” Beth replied. She smiled pleasantly at me again, but there was also suddenly coldness in her eyes as she answered my question, and I realized that perhaps I’d said too much. “And please rest assured, all students enrolled here received an exhaustive amount of sex education, far more comprehensive than what’s mandated by the state and federal guidelines.”

“I, I, I...see,” I said lamely. Even though I didn’t see at all. However, what I did see was a slight amount of annoyance in Beth’s face...and she was my boss. I silently cursed myself for even asking about all the knocked-up girls in the first place...way to make a good impression on the first day of work, right? Visions of a phone call being placed to my wife Alison’s boss flashed through my head, followed by Alison being escorted out of the building in tears, as a moving van pulled up in front of our new house...

_Nice going, Pete. Way to piss on the fantastic opportunity that was given to your family..._

“You have two daughters enrolled here – Stephanie and Melody, yes?” Beth continued. “Twins, if I read their files correctly? And extremely pretty...you must be very, very proud of them. Were you thinking of enrolling them in the school birth control program?”

“What?” The question caught me off-guard. “Uh, well, uh, my wife Alison and I, we’ve read, um, the literature...and we’re discussing it.” I nodded vigorously, as if somehow that would make me sound more confident. “When we finally decide, I’ll, uh, let you know.”

“Good.” Beth nodded approvingly. “I, um, I...I...”

Beth’s voice trailed off, and I noticed that something – or, rather, _someone_ – somewhere further down the hallway from us had captured her undivided attention. I guess I should’ve been surprised by the way her eyes suddenly gleamed with delight, or by her waving and blowing a flirtatious kiss at whomever she saw, like she was a teenage girl with a massive crush instead of a married, pregnant woman in maybe her late thirties...except I wasn’t. After everything I’d seen during our tour of the building, I knew that it was going to take something pretty damn huge to surprise me at Independence High.

I glanced over my shoulder, to see who kiss and the wave were for. Behind me was a freckle-faced teenage boy with a mop of red, shaggy hair, probably no more than fifteen, walking towards the cafeteria with a bunch of his friends. The boy smiled back awkwardly at his principal for a moment, but I caught that sweet, awkward smile change into a lecherous, naughty grin as he turned back to his buddies, and as they gleefully gave him approving high-fives.

Weirder and weirder...

“Sorry,” I said, “see someone you know?”

“Oh, um, yes,” Beth said. She smoothed the sheer fabric of her blouse over the round curves of her abdomen, her face still flushed with a weird, almost giddy excitement. “Just my, uh, husband Tim. He works here, you know. He’s, uh, one of the chemistry teachers.”

“Right,” I said, as I nodded solemnly. “I guess you’ll have to introduce me to him at some point.” I hadn’t seen anyone over by the redheaded teenager and his friends who even looked remotely close to being an adult, let alone a teacher, but I let it slide. I figured that might slide me back closer to Beth’s good graces, and judging from the slightly guilty – and relieved – look on her face as I nodded, I supposed it did.

“So,” Beth continued, “are you ready to start?”

“Sure,” I lied. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

* * *

I was kind of relieved to part with Beth. More than relieved, actually. I figured I’d stuck my foot in my mouth enough for the day, so it was good to go somewhere that at least felt like home. And as I walked through the doors of the IT department, I suddenly didn’t feel like a fish out of water anymore. Surrounded by glass walls and high-tech equipment, life almost seemed normal again.

There was a guy sitting at a desk in the corner, staring intently at the screen of his laptop. He looked like he was about my age – slightly balding, though what was left of his blonde hair was long and pulled back in a ponytail. I walked over to him, but he didn’t look up at me. He was so busy staring at his computer screen, he didn’t even look like he’d noticed my arrival. So, I coughed politely and tried not to smile as he practically jumped out of his chair.

“Hey,” I said. I held out my hand, and to my surprise, he took it. It was the first hand-shake I’d had since arriving in town—he had a strong, easy grip, and I felt myself relaxing slightly in his presence. The threat of constant hugs from men had put me on guard.

“I’m Pete. Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other for a while.” I glanced over at the empty desk next to his. “Mine, I guess?”

“Yep, that’s yours,” he replied, grinning crookedly at me. “Steve. Nice to meet you. And don’t worry about being the proverbial ‘new guy’. I’ve only been here a little more than a week myself. My wife got a job as one of the bigwig staff accountants here, so I came along for the ride.”

“No shit,” I said. “Really? Same thing happened to me. My wife Alison got hired.

“Oh,” Steve said. He sighed, and his shoulders slumped as he sat at his desk. “I’m sor...oh, never mind. It’s your first day. Ignore me. Bad day.”

“Umm ... sure,” I said. That definitely wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. All of a sudden, he sounded like he was sorry for me, for some reason. Confused, I stared at the wall while I tried to figure out a way to lighten the mood, which had just unexpectedly gone dark. “You have any kids?”

“Just one daughter – Amber.” His face visibly brightened as he mentioned her name, and he gestured with obvious pride towards a framed picture of a cute pigtailed blonde cheerleader that sat on his desk. “Daddy’s little girl, and my pride and joy. Yourself?”

“Three,” I replied. “Twin girls and a boy. All of them close to your daughter’s age, I guess. They’ll all meet up at some point, I’m sure.”

“Probably,” Steve said. He moved the picture frame slightly on his desk, nudging it with his finger. “Everybody knows everybody in this place eventually. Trust me. Even if you didn’t think you were social before you got here, Independence Falls is a place without too many secrets.”

I laughed. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Not sure yet.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “But when I figure it out, I’ll let you know. Enough small talk though, since we’re going to have plenty of time for that later. You’ve gotten enough official corporate bullshit from everyone else, so let me explain to you what you’re _really_ going to be doing here.”

“Sure,” I said. I tried to sound excited, even though I wasn’t. “Sounds like a plan.”

“So, you read the job description,” Steve said. He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. “Weird, right? On the one hand, we’re glorified AV crew – show up when someone needs a video projector in a classroom, or when a printer gets jammed. Super easy stuff a kid could do. But when we’re not busy taking care of basic, boring stuff like that, we’re keeping an eye on a server farm. One of the biggest you’ve ever seen, I guarantee you.”

“A _farm_?” I repeated, raising my eyebrows at his choice of words. “I’ve worked for a few advanced tech companies, Steve” – _even though it hasn’t been for quite long time,_ I silently added, since he didn’t need to know that part of it – “and I doubt a dozen or so servers make a farm, and I doubt this place even has _that_ many. It’s a high school, for heaven’s sake. They don’t need any more than that.”

Steve sighed. “One of the biggest you’ve ever seen,” he repeated. “I guarantee you.” He tapped a few keys on the laptop sitting on his desk, and part of the wall behind me slid away with a gentle _click_. I jumped at the noise, slightly startled – as far as I’d known up to a few seconds earlier, the gleaming white walls I’d seen everywhere in the school were solid. But instead, I watched as one solid white wall slid upwards into the ceiling, revealing large panes of glass behind it.

And behind those panes of glass looked like ... well, there was practically a warehouse stretching out below us. Rack after rack after rack of servers, in endless rows as far as the eye could see, all metal and gleaming lights, standing on endless rows of pristine white tiles. There was a definite hum coming from behind the glass, probably the cooling fans for what was absolutely-beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt a server farm. I stared at them for a long time, fully aware that a toldja-so grin had spread across Steve’s face. I didn’t blame him. God, I had been so wrong.

“There’s got to be ... _shit_ ,” I said finally. I gestured out towards the never-ending rows of server racks stretching out to forever and beyond. “Couple hundred of them, right? Maybe even a few ... a few _thousand_? I’m guessing this isn’t just for the school, but for Oneiroi International’s corporate headquarters, too?”

“Nope.” A smirk crept to Steve’s face. “Just the schools. Nothing else. If you _really_ want to be impressed, I can take you over to Corporate later today. This is nothing compared to what’s going on there – just a drop in the ocean.”

“ _What?_ ” If Steve had punched me in the face right then and there, I would’ve been less surprised. “They don’t need...okay, what are they all for, then?”

“Interactive lessons, videos, stuff like that.” Steve tapped at his laptop again, and the white wall started sliding neatly back into place, hiding the mammoth server farm out of sight once more. “You know. Training materials.”

“ _Training_ materials?” My jaw almost hit the floor as I blurted out those words. “Oh, you’ve _got_ to be kidding me!” I took a couple of steps closer to the windows, my eyes narrowing as I looked harder at the servers. “There’s enough servers in there to service Facebook, or a top gaming company, or...”

“...or something way, way bigger than a regular sized high school?” Steve finished with a laugh. “I know. How much processing power does a school need, right? Well, that’s officially what they’re for, anyway. Unofficially...I guess we might have to look into it. If you’re interested.”

“Definitely,” I muttered. I walked over to the wall, rapping at it with my knuckles. I still couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. “So, enough computer resources to power the Department of Defense is what’s running a supposedly ordinary high school.” I looked uneasily at Steve. “Anything else you want to tell me that isn’t official corporate bullshit?”

“I, well...” Steve looked like he wanted to say more, but just let out a long, low sigh instead. “Well, you’ll see, I guess. This place, it’s great, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like we’re working for some sinister James Bond villain or something. At least I don’t think so.”

Steve chuckled uneasily. So did I.

“But it’s just, um, odd at times – not just at Oneiroi, but all of Independence Falls,” Steve continued. “You’ll see.” He took a deep breath, and turned in his chair away from me, returning his attention back to his computer. “I don’t want to color your judgment of this place _too_ much. Just sit back and watch for a few days, see what you think, make up your own mind...and if you have questions in a week or two, just ask.”

“Okay,” I said. I had about a thousand questions I wanted to ask right then and there, but I stopped myself. Steve wasn’t about to answer any of them – not yet – and apart from him, who I’d just met, I didn’t know another soul in Independence Falls who could give me answers. Or – more importantly – who I could trust.

Instead, I took a seat behind my own brand-new laptop, and finally got to work.

* * *

“Ohmigod ...that feels so good! Harder, fuck me harder...don’t stop, baby, I’m gonna cum...OOOOOHHHH!!!”

I stopped dead in my tracks. The school day had been over for just over an hour, and most of the students and teachers had cleared out all of the classrooms. I’d spent the majority of the day in my new tech office with Steve, going over basic procedures, even after Steve had gone home for the day. With the school basically empty by the time I decided to leave, I decided to give myself my own unsupervised tour of the school, just to see what I could find for myself.

What I found in the west wing by the gymnasium was definitely _not_ what I was expecting.

As I rounded the corner of the hallway towards the boy’s locker room, I could see a pair of shadows by the stairs writhing lustfully against each other. And as I got a little closer, I could see a lithe, sexy teenage girl standing there slightly bent over, her hands gripping the chrome metal railing of the stairway as her prim-and-proper skirt lay in a crumpled puddle around her ankles, along with her panties. Behind her was a teenage boy who looked quite pleased with himself, cheerfully rutting away at her from behind.

The girl? Jasmine, our new next-door neighbor’s daughter with the amazing tits.

The boy? My son Robbie.

Of course.

Goddammit.

“I can’t believe...you’ve only...OHHH, SHIT!!!...only b-been here a few days, and...AAAHHH!!!” Jasmine blubbered in lewd, shameless joy. ”And your cock, R-Robbie, it’s already s-so b-b-big...OH, GOD, FUCK ME HARDER!!!”

“If you say so, you sexy slut,” Robbie said with a lazy smirk. To my complete and utter astonishment, he slid one of his hands down from her slender waist, and gave one of those succulent, jiggling ass cheeks of hers a hard, playful slap. Robbie looked like he was having the time of his life, his plaid tie loose around his neck and his pants bunched down around his ankles, jackhammering away at Jasmine’s juicy little cunt with obvious enthusiasm.

Great. Just great.

My own _son_.

On his first day at a new school.

I guessed it was a step up from his constantly jerking off, but still...

I wanted to look away from the sight of my son fucking that hot, sexy little minx...for that matter, I wanted to just march on over and grab him by the arm, and pull him away to talk some sense into him. Fucking a girl in the stairwell at school, where anyone – including your own father – can see you? With a girl you _just_ met? Come _on_!

But not only could I not tear my eyes away from the two of them happily fucking away...to my embarrassment, I found that watching them was giving me an absolutely raging hard-on. It was _such_ a hot sight. Jasmine, with that pretty smile of hers, her eyes closed and those luscious, perky breasts of hers bouncing around like crazy as my son slid his dick into her tight little twat... _holy shit, what a lucky kid_ , I thought enviously. Bet he’s having the time of his life...

And even _more_ embarrassing, I found myself wanting to jerk off as I watched them. I didn’t know why the urge was so strong – I would’ve thought that seeing my own son fucking some girl would’ve disgusted me, no matter how sexy she was – but instead, I found myself wanted more than anything to pleasure myself while I watched them. My hand had wandered down to the increasingly agonizing bulge in my khaki trousers, my fingertips wanting to unzip the fly so I could, well, relieve myself. I don’t know how I did it, but it took just about every ounce of willpower I had to keep my pants zipped up.

So instead, I watched Robbie and Jasmine rutting away like dogs in heat in the stairway for five, maybe ten minutes, the fluorescent track lighting hanging from the ceiling flickering oddly as the two horny teenagers moaned and writhed in ecstasy. The sounds of slapping flesh echoed throughout the stairwell along with their throaty gasps of wicked pleasure, Jasmine begging Robbie to fuck her even harder...and Robbie needing no encouragement as he banged the naughty slut like a screen door in a hurricane.

Even without touching myself, I thought my dick was about to explode. My trousers were tented up as I helplessly watched the two horny teenagers fuck, my cock throbbing in indescribable agony, harder that it’d ever been in my life. It was both the sexiest and the most tortuous thing I’d ever seen, and I needed to bite my lips to keep from screaming...

After what seemed like an agonizing eternity, I finally saw Robbie lean up even closer to Jasmine as he pounded away at her, his chest pressing against her shoulders, putting his lips to her ear. He murmured something to the randy little minx as his strokes inside her grew slower but much more urgent, and she turned back to look at him, nodding as a lewd, blissful smile crossed her pretty face.

“I told you, it’s okay,” Jasmine whimpered, as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, “do it, do it, do...OOOOOHHH!!!” I could see the knuckles of her small hands whiten as her grip around the stairwell railing tightened, her sexy, slender body shuddering hard in what looked like a powerful orgasm...and as Robbie stiffened behind her, his whole body shuddering as well. I watched as he violently thrust himself into Jasmine a few more times, and then practically collapsed behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

They stood there by the stairwell for a few minutes, not saying anything, barely even moving, with just the sound of their loud, exhausted panting echoing down the hallway. Finally, with a deep breath, Robbie took a step back from Jasmine...and my eyes widened in shock. I sank to the floor, unable to take my eyes off the pair of them even as I curled into the fetal position, quietly whimpering as my own hard prick throbbed painfully between my legs in unfulfilled agony. I noticed Robbie look for a moment in my direction, but he didn’t see me.

Thank goodness.

Part of my shock was seeing my own son’s cock dangling between his legs. I hadn’t seen too many other pricks in person besides my own, but I had watched a lot of porn, so I was at least familiar with what a big cock was supposed to look it. And Robbie’s cock – still glistening, and slightly softening from post-coital bliss – it was a fucking _whopper_ , way bigger than my own. I actually found myself wondering if it was possible to increase the length and girth of the male sexual organ through constant masturbation. It seemed the only rational explanation for the size of Robbie’s monster prick. It was easily eleven inches long, with a thick girth as well.

_That_ , however, wasn’t what surprised me most.

The sight of Jasmine’s pert, sexy ass as she still leaned against the railing, bent over and panting as she struggled to catch her breath, as gobs of thick white semen dribbled out of her freshly-fucked slit and down her lean, toned inner thighs... _that_ was what surprised me.

“Goddammit,” I muttered thickly, even as my own cock still throbbed and ached mightily at the sight of what I’d just seen. Robbie, apparently, had fucked Jasmine bareback, and had just filled that tight, naughty little pussy of hers with a torrent of his hot baby-making cream. I’d given him “the talk”, of course – most importantly, the need to wear a rubber—but given his complete lack of success with girls back in Boston, I’d figured that our discussion wasn’t ever going to be much more than hypothetical, at least not until he got to college.

Guess I was wrong. Unfortunately.

“Oh my god, Robbie,” Jasmine murmured, “that was _so_ good...” She thrust out those amazing bare ass cheeks, wiggling them back against his hips. “Think we can go again soon?”

“What, three times today isn’t enough for you, Jas?” Robbie said, chuckling wickedly. “But if you get me ready, you dirty slut, I think so,” He gently put his hands on Jasmine’s slender shoulders, pushing her down on her knees in front of him. I heard soft, wet slurping noises as the silhouette of Jasmine’s head began earnestly bobbing up and down between his legs...and as Robbie groaned again in ecstasy, I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.

I finally managed to tear myself away from the sight of my teenage son and his sexy little slut of a lover, my balls throbbing with painful desire as I stood up stumbled back down the hallway to the main entrance of the school, back towards the parking lot and finally back to my car.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The moment I got in the car, my trousers were down around my ankles. First day at work be damned, I didn’t care if anyone saw me – I immediately began jerking off, moaning softly as the sight of hot cum dripping from Jasmine’s tight cunny danced in front of my eyes. I felt sure that I’d only need to pull my pud for five, ten seconds tops before I exploded – seriously, my dick was as hard as a diamond – but to my horror, I found myself flogging my cock for a minute...then two...then five...and as much as my manhood was dying to erupt, I couldn’t make myself cum.

What the hell was happening to me?

Reluctantly, I tucked my rigid, unsatisfied prick back into my trousers, my eyes watering with pain...and, I have to admit, with self-loathing. _Jerking off in the parking lot where you work? Jerking off thinking about your son fucking some hot teenage girl?_ I thought bitterly. _Stay classy, Pete._ I could barely fish my keys out of my jacket pocket – I felt like I’d been kicked hard in the balls. Never in my life had I known such unbearable agony...

“Independence Falls,” I muttered weakly to myself, as I managed to start the car and head home, “what the fuck is going on here?”

* * *

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for my wife Alison to get home that night. It was only maybe twenty minutes between when I stumbled through the front door to when Alison arrived. But those twenty minutes were still the longest twenty minutes of my life. While I waited, I lay on our brand-new couch curled up in a whimpering ball of agony, my stiff dick harder than a diamond pulsating with excruciating pain between my legs. I was thankful that – for once – Stephanie and Melanie were holed up in their new bedroom, not wanting to talk to their parents, especially their dad. I don’t know what I would’ve done if they saw me lying on the couch like that.

Alison barely took two steps into our new house that night before I sprang off the couch, grabbing roughly her by the wrist and dragging her upstairs as fast as I could to our bedroom. She barely managed to say four words (probably “what are you doing?”—I wasn’t listening, because I sure didn’t care) before I literally tore off her clothes and started fucking her brains almost-literally out. At that point, my cock was throbbing so hard with need that I thought I might pass out...and sinking my aching prick deep into my wife’s wonderful pussy was such sweet, utter relief.

Fortunately, for whatever the reason, Alison seemed to be just as horny as I was. As I earnestly began pounding away at her sweet, warm cunt, I was dimly aware of how sopping wet she was...and I swear she came loudly four or five times before I did, despite the fact I didn’t last more than a few minutes! And Alison wasn’t quiet, either – she writhed in ecstasy beneath me and groaned and screamed my name as she orgasmed again and again and again, raking her nails down my back hard enough to draw blood. If I’d been in a slightly more rational frame of mind, I might’ve been worried about whether or not the girls were home, and if they could hear us fucking like a pair of crazed weasels in heat.

But since I _wasn’t_ feeling even remotely rational, I groaned loudly and closed my eyes as I came, blasting my wife’s pussy full of hot, sticky semen. My dick exploded inside her in heavenly relief...and it felt like I unloaded a gallon of cum inside Alison’s cunt. I don’t think I’d ever cum that hard in my life before.

Gasping with pleasure, I kissed my wife. Hard.

It had been such a crazy day. I was so incredibly glad I had such a loving, sexy wife to make everything better.


	CHAPTER 4: Melody

> Oneiroi International prides itself on its community service. Not only do five percent of annual profits go straight back into local charities, we encourage all our employees to give back to the community.
> 
> Our employees are here to serve. However they can.

It wasn’t until I got home that I worked out the problem.

I came home from school a little...worked up. I’d expected to rock up that day and jump straight into classes, start making friends, work out who the “cool kids” are and all that jazz...but before we could even get inside the building, this knocked-up teacher had jumped us and pulled us into this tiny little AV room.

We spent the whole first day of school just watching induction videos. Seriously. I mean, it’s _school_ – how much do we need to know before we start learning?

But yeah, apparently Independence High wants students to “take control of our destiny” and so our whole day was spent watching some weirdo in a black suit talking to us about “reaching our potential” and “raising the next generation of achievers”.

Snoozeville 101, amiright?

So I tried to listen, at least at first, but after the first few vids I couldn’t help but let my mind wander...

And, of course, when a girl in a new relationship and starts to daydream, y’know what she’s going to be thinking about, yeah?

H. (I can’t believe we’re dating and I don’t even know his name...as far as I’m concerned, though, it’s H for Hot!)

I kept thinking about that morning, how sexy it had been. What we’d done, what we were going to do...what I wanted to do to him. He’s just so fucking dominant. I’ve had boyfriends before, of course, but normally I’m way more into indie guys. Skinny jeans, plays guitar – you know the type.

So yeah, H is new for me. He’s just so BUILT – I can’t believe I’ve never been with a guy like that. It’s such a turn-on, knowing that he could crush me with his body, knowing that if we ever...y’know...he could hold me up while he...y’know.

Mmm.

I swear, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

So yeah, except for a brief break for lunch, that was how I spent my day. By the time the school day was over, I had almost soaked through my jeans I was so turned on. I just wanted to go home and, um...relieve the pressure, so to speak.

After the last tape was done, it took me a while to tune back into reality. In my head, H and I were rolling around the kitchen floor. I won’t go into detail, but I’ll tell you, we were making quite a mess. ;)

When I came to, Steph was repeating my name over and over.

“What?” I snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I pushed my twin sister away – she was grabbing my arm for some reason, and yelling way more loudly than she needed to.

“You weren’t saying anything! You were just sitting there with this weird smile on your face...”

I almost felt sorry for her. Clearly my sister had never had a sexual daydream in her life, whereas I could close my eyes and instantly see images of H coming toward me, those huge arms reaching out, grabbing my body, putting me in whatever pose he wanted, like some happy sex doll...peeling off my panties and spreading my legs...

“Melody!” My eyes sprung open again, and immediately rolled at the sight of worry on Steph’s face. “Don’t you think something weird is going on here?”

“The only weird thing is you,” I said—I’m not going to lie, I was pretty happy with that line. “What are you talking about?’

“Those videos – a lot of what Gideon was saying just felt a little...off, for some reason.”

I immediately felt my defenses rising. He may have been a boring old fart, but it had been obvious to me that they were making us watch the videos for our own good. Honestly, I couldn’t help but be a little bit impressed by how dedicated the dude seemed to be.

“Like what?” I said. “Name one thing that didn’t make sense.”

There was a long pause as I stared at Steph, one eyebrow raised. When she couldn’t come up with anything, I sighed, picked up my bag, and went to leave. I knew that Dad would be staying late – _always stay back on your first day_ was one of the innumerable pieces of advice he’d given us – so we’d probably be walking back.

As I left, I noticed that the pile of empty water bottles was twice as big on Steph’s side as it was on mine. Maybe she was just over-hydrated. (Or, of course, maybe she was just a freak. Probably a freak, knowing her.)

* * *

As soon as I got home, that was when I worked out the problem. See, the whole walk, I’d realized that I wasn’t just turned on – I was positively _dripping_. I couldn’t believe how wet just _thinking_ about H got me. And honestly, it was sort of a turn-on in itself. It looked like we wouldn’t be needing lube...it might sound crude, but really, I just wanted to get home and get off.

But then it hit me.

How the hell do you masturbate when you share a room??

Not that it’s any of anyone’s business, but I’ve always been a late-night masturbator. I use it to get to sleep, you know? This desire for a mid-afternoon ‘solo session’ was just because H had got me so worked up that morning.

But with me and Steph sharing the same living quarters...that was going to be a problem. Sexless freak that she is, it’s not like we could just talk about it. She’d probs be freaked out by the whole idea, and even though we’re not super close, I still want to be able to look her in the eyes, y’know?

So yeah. I got home, went straight into my room, and when Steph followed me in and started setting up her desk, just stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, not sure what to do. I couldn’t just kick her out and lock the door, so I waited for a few minutes and then finally decided to do something I’ve never done before...get myself off in the bathroom.

On paper, it made perfect sense – no one’s going to walk in on you or listen to the door (tho I wouldn’t put anything past my pervert freak of a brother. Fortunately he hadn’t come home with us—probs hanging out again with that little slut our maid popped out) and when you’re done, you can jump in the shower and wash off the shame. It seemed like a good idea.

My mind was a little foggy, honestly – you know when you’re so turned on you can’t think straight? Yeah, six straight hours of fantasizing had done that to me, and I wanted to get it over before Robbie got home, so after waiting a few minutes to make sure that Steph wasn’t going to stop putting furniture together and go on a long hike, I sucked it up and went to the bathroom.

After all that build-up, you’re probably waiting for me to talk about how it was the most amazing orgasm of my life, right? Well, I hate to disappoint, but I couldn’t cum. Not at all. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve been doing this for a few years now – I know my own junk!

But no matter what I did, I couldn’t get myself off. It was so frustrating – shutting my eyes still brought the images to mind, and I could practically feel H’s breath on my neck...but even as I got more and more worked up...

Nothing.

I must have sat on the bathroom floor for more than an hour playing with myself, tweaking my nipples and rubbing all my sweet spots, but – maybe because I’m not used to doing it in the bathroom? – I eventually had to stop, unfulfilled. As soon as I gave up, I heard the front door, and knew that Robbie or Dad were home. I didn’t even bother taking a shower (no shame to clean off, lol) but just went back into the hall, just in time to see Dad pulling Mom by the hand into their bedroom, and slamming the door behind them.

Ew. Ew ew and double triple ew with more ew on top. _So_ gross.

Still, at least someone in the house was getting off, hey?

Ew.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I immediately noticed two things:

Firstly, the smell of bacon and eggs. I couldn’t help a huge grin from coming over my face. That kind of delicious meal only meant one thing – H was back! He hadn’t been around for dinner last night, though there’d been an incredible meal left in the fridge for us. Mac and cheese – you’d think there’s a limit to how good mac and cheese can get, right? Well, H (as he again signed the note) managed to blow past that limit, and somehow make it one of the best meals I’ve ever tasted.

So yeah, the smell of bacon and eggs was pretty exciting.

The other thing I noticed? After three years of chestal stability, my tits had started growing again.

What the fuck, right?

On one hand, it was a bit annoying – it meant I’d have to go and buy new bras and all that, but on the other hand...

Well, it was a little bit exciting. I’ve never been _unhappy_ with what nature gave me, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain about an upgrade! And it wasn’t like it was a small change that could be explained by time of the month stuff. No, from the feel of them, this was a whole cup size or two. Overnight, no less!

Bouncing out of bed (more so than usual haha) I was amazed to find Steph standing in front of the mirror, staring at herself in shock. In an attempt to block out the sound of our parents boinking, Steph and I had spent most of last night setting up our room, and so now it was full of all our old stuff from Boston, minus our beds. Instead of a queen-size each, we were now sharing a set of bunk beds.

I’d taken the top bunk...mainly in the hope that once Steph went to sleep, I could try again, but after dinner I’d been so tired I’d just drifted straight off.

So yeah, climbing down the ladder, I was met with the sight of Steph, topless, standing in front of the mirror.

Like I said, my sis is a bit of a prude. I guess I always figured she thought the naked form was dirty, or something like that, so it was a bit of a shock to find her wearing anything less than the eighteen layers she normally wears. She was just checking herself out, with someone else in the room.

And then I saw what she was checking out...

I thought my tits had gotten bigger, but Steph’s had practically doubled! No, more than that – not that I can exactly compare with exactly what it was before, of course. Where I was proud of my new C or D-cups, it looked like Steph’s were double Ds or Es!

They looked so, so huge on her tiny frame, and I couldn’t help but gawk. She caught me staring, and when she turned, my attention drawn to her face—it was burning red with embarrassment, but that’s not the first thing I noticed—she was crying, big wet tears.

Me and Steph have our differences, of course, but I’m not the kind of sis to just let her sob like that, so I reached out and pulled her in for a hug.

Good god was THAT a bad idea. See, it turned out that as well as growing in size, my tits had somehow become way, WAY more sensitive. Even through the pajama top I was wearing, the contact of my sister’s hug seemed to set my chest on fire...in a good way!

I gasped in a combination of shock and pleasure, and Steph did the same. I know it’s sick, but a part of me has always wondered – frozen, asexual ice maiden that she seems to be sometimes, does my twin have the same sensitivities as I do, the same sweet spots that leave me whimpering in pleasure? I mean, I’ve always _loved_ having my nipples played with, and – just once or twice, just out of idle curiosity (nothing gross, I swear!) – I’ve sometimes wondered if Steph was the same way.

Well, it looked like my questions were answered—she pushed me away in shock, and as she turned away, I saw her shoulders begin to heave in small, silent sobs.

I wanted to be there for her – of course I did – but I knew that _anything_ I did now would cause more harm than help, so I just quietly left the room.

The fog had come back. When Steph’s tits had touched my own, all the pent-up arousal that I hadn’t been able to get rid of last night came back in full force, and...well, this next bit is weird. When I saw Robbie coming down the hall, I – you’re not going to believe this.

I arched my back.

Just for a second, before I realized what I was doing. It was like my brain was on autopilot, and I didn’t even care that it was my stupid _brother_ —I just wanted to show off my tits. Ew! It was _Robbie_ , for fuck’s sake – I tried to hunch, to hide my new assets as much as possible, but it was too late.

“Wow!” he said, his eyes almost bulging out of his head as a huge grin started to cross his face. “Melody...what the hell!?”

Before I could say a word, our bedroom door burst open, and Steph – wearing a shirt, mercifully – stepped out, her eyes still red, her cheeks still stained with the tracks of fresh tears.

“You TOLD him?” she asked, looking at me in shock. “What’s _wrong_ with you, Melody?”

“No!” I said, but I was again interrupted.

“Holy SHIT!” Robbie yelled gleefully. “Looks like the Big Tit Fairy came and visited you two last night!”

Cackling with laughter, Robbie made his way down the hallway, practically dancing with glee, leaving Steph and I shaking with tears and rage. (her tears, me rage)

There was a long pause before Steph spoke.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking me in the eyes. “I just...I just thought...”

“It’s fine,” I said. I was still mad –I wanted to yell at her and tell her that she was a self-absorbed brat who had been so preoccupied with her own developments that she hadn’t even _noticed_ mine...but I knew that I was more mad at Robbie than her, and so I held my tongue. “Let’s go down for breakfast, hey?”

My anger disappeared the second I laid eyes on H. He was pouring a cup of coffee for my Mom, but still took the time to throw me a wink. A wink—that shouldn’t be enough to make your knees buckle, right? Well, you’ve clearly never been winked at by a stud like H.

I grinned in response, probably looking like an idiot, and sat down to eat the more-than-generous portion of food that he served up for me.

Mom and Dad were chatting about their first days at work, Mom’s new boss Marcus, stuff like that. I wasn’t really listening – my eyes were on H, and so when he made a subtle gesture to meet him around the back, I didn’t hesitate.

“I’ll be right back,” I said quietly, and just got a grunt back from Dad. Mom was raving about Marcus – Marcus, Marcus, Marcus, holy crap, she wouldn’t stop talking about him! – and I could tell Dad didn’t like how many positive things she seemed to have to say about him.

Ten seconds later, H and I were necking at the back of the house. I couldn’t _believe_ how turned on I was – especially when H reached up and grabbed my new, ultra-sensitive tits. I swear, I almost creamed my pajama pants – if he’d asked, I would have bent over right there and let him take my cherry right on the spot.

He didn’t (which, in retrospect, was probably a good thing...but at the time I was a little disappointed!) but when my hands started unzipping his pants, he didn’t make a single move to stop me.

I was a little bit scared and a LOT excited by the size of H’s package—I seriously couldn’t believe the size of it. I’ve not been with many guys, but I thought I’d seen a bit of a range when it came to dicks.

Turns out there’s a whole other, um, _scale_ I didn’t know about – H’s cock was about three times as big as I’ve ever seen before. Hell, it was twice as big as I was expecting, and from what I’d felt through his trousers before, I’d already been expecting something pretty impressive.

H’s massive dick was seriously about the length of my forearm, and almost as thick, too. A huge vein pulsated along one side of it—he was circumcised, and the head of his cock was an angry purple. I just stared at it, entranced—it was pulsing, and the pee-hole looked like it was staring at me.

Honestly, I think it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

H used those big, meaty hands of his and pushed me to my knees, so I was at eye-level with...the thing. The beast.

Yummy.

I didn’t need any persuading at all—I immediately leaned forward and tried to fit his monster of a cock into my mouth.

I’ve gone down on guys before, but Jesus! It was almost impossible to even wrap my lips around the head. He immediately started slowly thrusting his shaft into my mouth, the fat mushroom head of his prick pushing insistently against my tonsils...and my eyes widened as I realized I hadn’t even gotten a third of his length between my lips!

_Holy shit,_ I thought dizzily, _how am I going to do this?_

Quickly, my head began bobbing up and down his length. I stroked the base of his cock with my hand as I sucked him, still surprised –and excited!—by how huge it was. I started to look up at him, expecting to see a big, happy smile on his face...but as I did, I was surprised to feel him pull his huge dick out of my mouth, and even more surprised to see this puzzled expression on his rugged, handsome face.

“Wait...that’s it?” H said. He cocked his head as he looked down at me, raising an eyebrow with this sad look...no, not sad. _Pitying_. And disappointed.

I felt my heart sinking inside my ample chest.

H didn’t like it.

H didn’t like _me_.

“ _Hhhgggmmmkkk_...what?” I asked, as I pulled my mouth off his monster dick. I could feel my cheeks start to burn red from embarrassment as I heard the mild disappointment in his voice, even as I kept stroking his length with my hand. “Am I, uh...am I doing something wrong?”

“Oh, no,” H replied, “nothing wrong. There is no such a thing as a _bad_ blowjob, babe.” He chuckled softly, as the deck lights behind the house began to flicker even more than usual. “It’s just...I dunno, Melody. You’re so beautiful, so special. Different from all other girls I usually meet. I wasn’t expecting something so...ordinary. Not from someone as cool as you.”

In hindsight, I suppose I should’ve been offended. I mean, I can see how somebody basically saying _I thought you’d be a lot better at sucking cock_ could be interpreted as _wow, I thought you were a cocksucking, cum-guzzling slut_. But I knew that wasn’t what he meant – of course it wasn’t! He just wanted more from me.

Except I really didn’t know what “more” was.

“I, um, don’t know what you mean,” I said uneasily, even as I felt my face starting to turn red with embarrassment. “I thought this was, uh, what you wanted, y’know, for me to suck your –”

“Well, of _course_ that’s what I want,” H said with a laugh. “Sucking cock. But that’s all you’re doing, just...sucking it.” “A good blowjob – a _great_ blowjob – it’s art. It takes skill. And if you learn the art of cocksucking, how to really please a lover...”

H’s voice trailed off as he flashed that sexy grin of his at me.

I thought I’d melt. Or cum on the spot.

“Oh, uh...o-okay,” I said, smiling nervously back at H. “Teach me, then. I-I w-want to p-please you ... _please_.” I didn’t know what was shaking more, my voice or my hands. And the heat between my legs was more of a raging wildfire, burning with such a deliciously naughty intensity...it was about all I could do to keep from stripping naked right then and there and spread my legs for H, and beg him to fuck me.

But somehow, I knew H wouldn’t do it. I don’t know why, but I knew for sure.

Not until I showed him that I could properly please him first.

“You have such a lovely tongue, sweet stuff,” H said softly. “Use it.” He reached down, caressing my cheek with just his finger, sending a wicked shudder of delight down my spine as the lights around us flickered more rapidly. “Roll it around, just the head. Run the tip of that pretty pink tongue around the rim... _ahhhhh_. Beautiful.”

Eagerly, I did exactly as he said. And when I fluttered the tip of my tongue lightly over his piss slit, he let out a low moan of ecstasy that made my toes curl with utter delight. Slowly, I pulled my mouth off the fat tip of his dick, making a gentle popping sound as my lips slid away from it...and then I tenderly began kissing it, swirling it around wetly as I did so.”

“Very nice,” H murmured. “Now, kiss your way down the shaft...start at the tip, then...that’s right. Nice and slow. Don’t forget to use your hand, too. Down a little more...and suck my balls. Nice and gentle...good girl. Keep using your hand.”

Nodding, I kissed and sucked my way down the length of his manhood, bathing his shaft in my saliva as I obeyed his instructions. I smiled as I made him groan as I tickled his balls lightly with my fingertips...I knew I was pleasing him properly. _Good_ , I thought, as dipped my head under his legs to take one of his balls in my sucking mouth, then the other , slurping on them noisily and savoring the sweaty, tangy taste of them. They were almost the size of baseballs, but after a brief struggle, I managed to get them in my mouth.

“See! You’re not so bad a student after all,” H said pleasantly. He stroked my hair tenderly as I sucked his balls, gently jerking off his cock as my mouth played with him “The boys at school...they’ll love you for this, if they don’t already.”

_I don’t give a shit about the boys_ , I thought, _I just want you...to suck you, and fuck you, and make all your filthy, perverted dreams come true..._ but I didn’t say any of that, even though I wanted to. Instead, I nodded obediently, like I thought he’d want me to – like a good little slut – and took his whole scrotum in my mouth, my cheeks hollowing gently as I sucked both his balls at the same time. As I slobbered over the base of his cock, I ran my thumb around the rim of his cockhead, feeling all the slick, clear precum that was dribbling onto my hand...and then I began kissing my way back up his shaft, so I could take his full length in my mouth once more.

“Spit on my dick,” H said encouragingly, as I worked my way up his manhood. “That’s it, don’t be shy. Men love a girl who’s dirty, who isn’t afraid to act like a whore.”

The lights in the backyard flared up brightly for a moment, and flickered rapidly. Without any hesitation, I spit messily on his shaft, like a good little whore, and grinned up at H as I stroked the full length of his huge erection with my small hand. I continued to kiss his big dick, but more sloppily than before, really slathering my tongue wetly over his shaft. As I reached the top of his cock, I licked the underside of its head, and then spit on his prick once more before taking him into my soft, eager mouth.

“Relax your throat,” H said, as my head started bobbing enthusiastically up and down on his long, hard prick again. “Hands behind your back now, love. Just your mouth now. Nice and sloppy, with lots of drool. And look up at me with those pretty eyes of yours while you suck my cock.”

Happily, I clasped my hands behind my back. I started working my lips down more and more of H’s mammoth cock, coughing and spluttering and gagging slightly at first, as thick strings of my drool dripped from my lips and bathed his prick. Slowly, though, I started to get the hang of it...and to my surprise, I was about to take more of H’s scrumptious dick between my lips, letting the big head of his cock push further and further down my eager throat.

“That looks so good, my cock between your lips,” H murmured. He ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked him, gently but firmly gripping the sides of my enthusiastically bobbing head. “I love these special assignments... _mmmmmm_.”

I didn’t really know what the fuck H was talking about, but I didn’t really care, so it didn’t matter. What mattered was the blissful, pleased expression on his face as I sucked his dick. As more of his prick disappeared between my lips, I had to admit that even I was impressed by how much of it I could take...and considering his thrusts in and out of my mouth started to get faster and more urgent, I guess H was impressed, too!

I’d managed to relax my throat enough to let him get about two-thirds of H’s massive anaconda of a cock in my mouth when I heard him start to grunt excitedly. I felt his grip on my hair tighten slightly, his strokes in and out of my hot little mouth quickening in pace...and then the thrusting abruptly stopped, as I could feel H’s whole body suddenly tense up.

“Now, swallow my cum, you naughty slut,” H hissed at me...and then I felt his cock pulsing against my tongue, as his hot, creamy jizz erupted into my wet mouth. My eyes grew wide with surprise, and my cheeks bulged out wide as I desperately tried to do as he asked...but it was like a garden hose had been turned on at full blast inside my mouth. Spurt after giant spurt of semen gushed everywhere, and my mouth worked feverishly to drink up the flood that was filling it...but as much as I swallowed, I couldn’t nearly get it all. Cum ran out of the corners of my mouth, and down my lips to my chin and my slender throat...and onto the deck as well. Somehow, it managed to keep off of my pajamas, which I guess was a good thing – otherwise I’d have a bit of explaining to do when I went back inside.

_Wow_ , I thought, even as H’s cum dribbled down my face, _he tastes _delicious__. I’d only been with one boy before – and they’d _all_ been boys, in comparison to the man H was! – who’d asked me to swallow before, and while I didn’t hate the salty, slightly bitter taste of his sperm, I didn’t exactly love it, either. This time, though...it tasted _so_ good. It was like sweet nectar...no, fuck that, it was _way_ fucking better than that. It was heavenly.

Greedily, I swallowed every last drop that I could, and wished that there was more.

With a loud, contented sigh, H finally stopped cumming, and – reluctantly – pulled his softening prick out of my mouth, playfully slapping it against my cum-drenched face a few times before taking a few steps back away from me. He didn’t say anything. Instead, those gorgeous eyes of his just silently roamed up and down my shivering body as I knelt in front of him, like he was just drinking in the sight of me.

“Was...was that okay?” I asked nervously. Absently, I wiped some of the sticky semen that was still dripping from my chin away with the back of my hand. I didn’t even notice that I licked my fingers clean. “I did everything you said, and I’ll get better at deepthroating you, I swear –”

“Oh, it was more than okay, my sweet,” H interrupted. He smiled tenderly at me, the lights flickering again as he gently squeezed my shoulder. “Very good...very, very good, in fact. And you’ll get even better with practice, I think.”

“Practice...?” I asked. My eyes shined with shameless excitement as I stood up, my heart racing inside my chest. “You mean...?”

“Tomorrow morning,” H said simply. “Before breakfast. I’ll have an extra-special yummy treat for you, my sweet.” He leaned in close to me, and I eagerly closed my eyes, awaiting the brush of his lips against mine as I got the kiss I’d been dreaming about...and then I felt a wet wipe patiently dabbing at my face, wiping my cheeks and chin clean of the gooey cum that was splattered messily all over them.

I let out a wistful sigh. Apparently, H didn’t think his own sperm was as tasty as I did. Still, I was kind of glad he was cleaning instead of kissing – I was so head-over-heels excited about being with him, I probably would’ve walked right back into the house with a total faceful of jizz if he hadn’t!

“Now, go,” H continued. “Before your parents say anything. And remember – breakfast.” He kissed me lightly on the top of my head, which wasn’t quite what I had wanted...but it still sent the most deliciously naughty tingle shooting through my whole body. He gave me a playful slap on my bottom, making me giggle, and as I skipped back into the house, practically delirious with delight, I saw him casually tucking away that big, beautiful cock of his as he pulled up his trousers.

Quickly, I scooted back to the dining room, hoping nobody noticed the huge, damp puddle of my own naughty juices that was completely staining the crotch of my pajama pants. Robbie wasn’t there – thank goodness, because he sure as _fuck_ would’ve noticed – he’d apparently excused himself, and had probably snuck off next door again to fuck that skanky tramp Jasmine. Mom was still blah blah blahing about her super-wonderful boss Marcus, Dad was still sitting at the table slouched in his chair, scowling and looking like he’d rather stab a fork in his eye than listen to one more word about Mom’s boss. And Steph was still there, looking miserable as she gently cupped her huge tits in her small hands, bouncing them around as she kept biting her lip and staring off into space.

As for me?

I sat down at the table with a naughty smile on my face, already daydreaming about H as I squirmed in my chair, thinking about how I could suck his huge dick even better next time, and make him even happier ... and about how absolutely mind-blowing _amazing_ it was gonna be when he finally stuck that monster cock of his in my tight virgin pussy and fucked me for the first time.

_God_ , I couldn’t wait.

I was so, so deliriously happy that we’d moved to Independence Falls.


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