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[[You]] bid a tearful farewell (most of the tears are yours) to your girlfriend, Emily, and the two of you decided to stay a couple and she promised to come out and visit you often. You also said goodbye to your best friend Billy this morning and you and [[your mother|Rosalind]] got into the car to go to her boss's house. You arrive at her boss's impressive mansion well ahead of the moving van. It's quite an impressive home with an imposing front gate which has "The Andersons" engraved on it. The grounds are massive and immaculately maintained. Your mother has dressed much more conservatively than she has lately for the occasion, for which you are grateful. You and your mother drive up the long driveway and park in the spacious parking area in front of the house. You get out and approach the front door nervously and your mother rings the bell. [[An imperious-looking woman|Mrs. Anderson]] in her late thirties or early forties, roughly your mother's age, answers the door. She is stunningly beautiful and dressed immaculately in what appears to be an evening gown. "Why, Rosalind," she says, giving your mother a hug. "Come in. I've heard so much about you." Not enough, you think. "And you must be Parker. You are very welcome to our home." Too quickly for you to react, she also draws you in for a hug. You are stunned by this and the subtle scent of her perfumed hair and her breasts pressing up against the top of your chest begin to arouse you. Luckily, the contact is brief and she pulls away. "Come into the lounge," she says, leading you into a massive foyer, ringed by an upstairs balcony, "and meet the family. Have you met Mr. Anderson, Parker?" "No, he hasn't," your mother answers for you and Mrs. Anderson opens a side door and the three of you pass through. [[Continue.|Meeting the Family]] :: Meeting the Family The lounge is also impressive. [[You]] idly wonder how many staff they employ to do the upkeep on this place. A man sits in what appears to be a very comfortable easy chair, reading the newspaper. Sitting on the couch, apparently both doing crossword puzzles, are a young man and a young woman, who both look roughly your age. It is startling how much they look like each other, even for a brother and sister. The man, who you assume is [[Mr. Anderson]], is powerfully built and appears to be in his mid forties. He is also of impressive stature, which is made more obvious when he rises to greet you. <><><> <><><> :: Meeting the Family 2 <>\ <>\ [[He|Mr. Anderson]] takes your hand in a bone-crushing grip and [[you|You]] <><><><><>detect a look of <><><>disappointment at your own. "It's nice to meet you, Parker. I've heard a lot about you." He then turns and gives [[your mother|Rosalind]] a hug and you are shocked to see him kiss her on the mouth right in front of [[his wife|Mrs. Anderson]] and children, none of whom bat an eye. You are thankful that they break it up quickly, though. "[[Belinda]], [[Ethan]], this is Rosalind and her son, Parker," Mrs. Anderson says. Neither of them rise to greet you, but both wave and seem friendly enough otherwise. "Parker," Mrs. Anderson continues, "Ethan will show you the ropes at your new school when you begin attending next week." "Sure, sport," Ethan chimes in, "happy to help. I think you'll really like it there." "Belinda, could you show Parker to his room while I take Rosalind to hers?" Mrs. Anderson asks. "You bet, Mom," Belinda replies and she jumps up to lead you out of the room. The two of you walk through the house to your new room. She keeps up a stream of polite conversation, but eventually you cannot help but ask, "So how do you and Ethan feel about my mom and me moving in with you?" "Oh, it's fine with us," Belinda says. "It's a big house and more people makes it feel less lonely." You can't help but wonder if she knows that her father is having an affair with your mother. "Here we are," Belinda says. She opens the door to your new room and shoos you in. You've barely gotten your bearings when she closes the door, pushes you against the wall, and sticks her tongue down your throat, one delicate hand reaching down and fumbling around your crotch. You yelp, but she effectively silences you with her mouth. "Come on," she says, "take your cock out. I want to see it." [[Whip it out.]] [[Push her away.]] :: Whip it out. <><>[[You]] are convinced that [[Belinda]] is completely crazy, but there is something that excites you about her forcefulness and sexual aggression. You certainly feel badly about Emily, but even your best friend Billy has lost his virginity, granted with the school slut, and you've still got yours. You're a bit embarrassed to be showing your dick to a total stranger like this, but it is a chance to get laid. By the time you've thought this all through, Belinda already has expertly undone your belt buckle and unzipped your fly and is undoing the clasp of your pants. She pulls your pants and briefs down with a single efficient motion, dropping to her knees in front of you, and your dick is now hanging out in front of her face. "Oh," Belinda says, "I see you're a grower, not a shower. Get it hard for me." [[Oblige.]] [[Have her help you.]] :: Push her away. <>[[You]] push her away fairly forcefully, causing her to have to catch herself with her hands to keep from tipping over. "Are you crazy!?" you ask. "You only just met me!" "Ooh," [[Belinda]] says, "you're a feisty one, aren't you? I'm always first to check out the new boys. I can tell a lot of the girls are going to like you. I didn't think so at first because, frankly, you're kind of a pretty boy." "Hey, a lot of girls like that, I'll have you know. Besides, I have a girlfriend already," you say. Belinda makes a face. "Don't worry about her. What happens in Rosestead stays in Rosestead. And it's not like I want to be your girlfriend, anyway. I just want to see your cock. I'll tell you what: if you take it out, I'll suck it for you. Best offer you'll get all day."<> [[Take the offer.]] [[Turn her down.]] :: Oblige. <>[[Belinda]] kneels there sexily, licking her lips, while you start stroking yourself in order to encourage a hard-on. As exciting as the situation is, you don't seem to be hardening appreciably, probably due to your nervousness, guilt, and some performance anxiety. You're certainly not used to a sexy woman like Belinda eying your penis while you try to get hard. After a while, Belinda seems to be getting impatient and disappointed. "You're not some kind of sissy, are you? Come on, get it up for me and I'll take care of it for you." This offer makes you redouble your efforts, but it also seems to make you more anxious and you still have no luck. Belinda starts undoing the buttons on her shirt, revealing an ample bosom confined in a lacy black bra. She unbuttons the clasp in the front, revealing a perfect pair of breasts. Even that doesn't seem to be able to do the trick. [[You]] can't believe this. Normally a strong breeze can get you hard and now you're stroking away with a beautiful woman on her knees in front of you, promising you sex, and your penis remains stubbornly limp. Belinda gets up and refastens her bra and buttons her shirt. "Wait," you say, "I just need a bit more time." "It's okay," she replies and kisses you on the cheek, "Not all men can be studs. It's nothing to be ashamed of." And with that, she turns and walks out, closing the door behind you, leaving you humiliated with your pants around your ankles.<><> You pull your pants back up and lie on your new bed, irritated and frustrated. You must have dozed off for a bit because the next thing you know there's a knock on your door and you're startled out of sleep. [[Answer the door.]] :: Have her help you. <>"How about you help me out?" [[you|You]] respond. [[She|Belinda]] looks up at you with a fiery look in her eyes. "Make me," she breathes huskily. [[Force her head to your crotch.]] [[Grab her and throw her onto the bed.]] [[This is just too weird for you.]] :: This is just too weird for you. "Okay," [[you|You]] say, pulling your pants back up. "This is just too weird for me. I'm not into this kind of stuff." "Oh, that's too bad," [[she|Belinda]] says. "I don't know how well you're going to like Rosestead then." And with that cryptic comment, she exits from the room, closing the door behind her. You lie down on your new bed, trying to clear your head. You must have dozed off for a bit because the next thing you know there's a knock on your door and you're startled out of sleep. [[Answer the door.]] :: Force her head to your crotch. You grab her head and she resists, but you realize she's not using her full strength and you are able to bring her head closer and closer to your rapidly growing penis. Still struggling, she seems to give in and opens her mouth to accept you. You push your penis between her lips and suddenly she snaps her teeth onto the head of your dick. "Ow!" you yell and push her away instinctively with your hands reaching to your crotch protectively. "If you can't take a little pain, you should be more careful where you're putting that thing," [[Belinda]] says coyly and flashes you a dazzling smile. "Well," she says, "I saw what I came to see and it's not that tempting. No hard feelings, though. See you later." And with that, she opens the door and breezes out, closing it behind her. [[You]] pull your pants back up and lie down on your new bed, bewildered, frustrated, and annoyed. She really hadn't bitten you very hard and the pain has already subsided. Still, you're not sure how you're going to live with her; she's obviously very disturbed. While lying on the bed, you must have dozed off for a bit because the next thing you know there's a knock on your door and you're startled out of sleep. [[Answer the door.]] :: Grab her and throw her onto the bed. <>[[You]] grab her by the shoulders and manhandle her onto your new bed. You trip over the pants around your ankles, but you manage to kick off your sandals and pants, leaving you naked from the waist down. [[She|Belinda]] struggles, but you can tell she's not struggling as hard as she could. As you wrestle with her, you manage to immobilize her arms and she winds up face down underneath you on the bed. You start kissing and biting her neck and the grunts she had previously been making start turning to moans. Okay, you think, this is more like it. You're a lot more comfortable knowing she's enjoying this and your penis starts hardening as you rub it against her ass. "Ooh," she says, "I think that's worked. Feels hard to me now. Get up and let me look at it and I'll suck you off."<> [[Take the offer.]] [[Screw that. You're pretty sure she'll let you fuck her.]] :: Screw that. You're pretty sure she'll let you fuck her. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," you say as the two of you continue to wrestle a bit. [[You]] move your hands to lift her skirt up, but this gives her some leverage and [[she|Belinda]] forcefully pushes you off of her onto the floor. While you're struggling to get up, she ogles your crotch. "A bit undersized, but that's okay," she says. You're so astonished at this casual put-down that you can't think of anything to say. You know you're not very large down there, but you'd always figured yourself to be about average. You'd once measured it at 5 inches erect. Then she lifts her skirt up and pulls her red panties to the side so you can see her wet, shaved beaver. "There, you've seen it," she says, smoothing down her skirt and starting to make a move to the door. "Hey, wait, what about that blowjob?" you say. She laughs. "Hey, you were the one who wanted a different deal." She looks down at your throbbing crotch though and seems to take pity on you. "All right, I'll give you a hand job instead, but only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself." You agree, grumbling a bit. (Wasn't she the one who wanted you to "make her" help you out?) She has you take off your shirt and lie on the bed and lies next to you. She strokes your prick with amazing skill, knowing exactly how to do it. You're astonished to realize that she's better at it than you are and it's not long before you're spurting onto your chest.<> "Mmm, nice load." She scoops up a bit of your come on her finger and licks it off. Then she does it again and holds it up to you. "Want a taste?" she says. "It's yummy." [[Taste it.]] [[Decline.]] :: Taste it. [[You]]'ve never tasted your own come before, but what the hell, [[Belinda]] seems to like it and you want to make her happy. You lick it off her fingers. It's salty and a bit bitter, but not that bad. The texture is kind of gross, but you suppose it wouldn't be hard getting used to it. Soon you find Belinda's fingers back at your lips with some more on it and you're not sure what to do, so you just lick that off as well. She slowly and sensually feeds you your entire load and you have to admit that you find the whole process enjoyable, even if you don't care for the taste and texture. "Good boy," she says. "It's going to be fun having you here." With that, she walks out, closing the door behind her.<><><><><> You put your clothes back on and lie back down on the bed. You must have dozed off for a bit because the next thing you know there's a knock on your door and you're startled out of sleep. [[Answer the door.]] :: Decline. "Eww," [[you|You]] say. "That's gross." "No, it's not. It actually tastes pretty good." "You're a girl. It's different for girls." "I don't see why. We've got the same tastebuds, don't we?" "But tasting come doesn't make a girl gay." "It doesn't make a guy gay either, but whatever." [[She|Belinda]] gets off the bed and strides over to the door in confident strides. "See you soon," she says and walks out, closing the door behind her. You put your clothes back on and lie down on your new bed. You must have dozed off for a bit because the next thing you know there's a knock on your door and you're startled out of sleep. [[Answer the door.]] :: Turn her down. <>"It's tempting, but no thank you," [[you|You]] say gallantly. "I want to stay faithful to my girlfriend." You're not sure that you believe this excuse, but it sounds good and there's something about her aggressiveness that you find very off-putting. "That's sweet," [[she|Belinda]] says, still cheerful, "but if you change your mind, just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you?" You nod dumbly, not getting the reference and she walks out the door, closing it behind her. A little bewildered, you lie down on your new bed and relax for a bit. You must have dozed off for a bit because the next thing you know there's a knock on your door and you're startled out of sleep. [[Answer the door.]] :: Take the offer. <><><><>You get off of the bed and stand up in front of her. <>What the hell, you don't have to tell Emily and [[Belinda]] sure is sexy. "All right," [[you|You]] say. She smiles and expertly undoes your trousers and pulls them down to your ankles, revealing your now erect penis. <> "You're a bit undersized, but that's okay," she says. You're so astonished at this casual put-down that you can't think of anything to say. You know you're not very large down there, but you'd always figured yourself to be about average. You'd once measured it at 5 inches erect. <><>"Let's get you out of those pants," she says. You lift your feet up and she takes off your sandals and pulls your pants off. <>She licks her lips and begins licking up and down the length of your penis. You moan with pleasure and she quickly takes it in her mouth and swallows you down to the root effortlessly. She starts bobbing back and forth, but she's obviously used to bigger dicks because you keep slipping out of her mouth. You don't care though, since it feels great anyway. After a couple of minutes of this, she grabs your hips and pulls your hips back and forth, rocking your dick in and out of her mouth. Then she releases her grip and starts a slower motion with her mouth up and down which has you on the verge of orgasm. Right when you're about to come, she pulls her mouth off and looks up at you, sexily licking her right index finger. Cupping your balls with her left hand, she swallows you back down to the root and you throw your head back and groan. Then, without any warning, she jams her moistened finger right up your asshole. You yelp in surprise, but also start spurting like you never have before, right into her mouth. While you're having an incredible orgasm, she keeps moving her finger in your ass and you can't believe how good it feels. When you finish, she pulls her finger out of your ass and lets your limp and exhausted cock fall out of her mouth. She smiles up at you and rises to her feet. Then she grabs you and sticks her tongue into your mouth. As you kiss, you realize that she's feeding you your come. You almost gag, but she begins stroking your dick and whispers, "There's a good boy. Swallow that down." [[Swallow.]] [[Spit it out.]] :: Swallow. There doesn't seem to be a convenient place to spit it out and [[you|You]] certainly don't want to break the mood after that incredible orgasm, so you reluctantly swallow it.<><><><><> [[Belinda]] beams at you like she's a teacher and you're her prize student or something and tenderly helps you get dressed. When you're done, you collapse onto your new bed in exhaustion. You fall asleep quickly, but a short while later, you are disturbed by an insistent knocking on the door. [[Answer the door.]] :: Spit it out. [[You]] frantically look for somewhere to spit it out and see a trash can across the room. You sprint across the room and spit it out violently into the trash can. "No accounting for taste," [[Belinda]] giggles and lets herself out, closing the door behind her. You struggle back into your clothes and collapse onto your bed in exhaustion. You fall asleep quickly, but a short while later, you are disturbed by an insistent knocking on the door. [[Answer the door.]] :: Answer the door. <>[[You]] get out of bed and open the door. [[Mrs. Anderson]] is standing at the door. "It's lunch time, Parker," she says. "And the movers are here so they'll be moving your family's stuff in while we eat." You thank her and follow her into the dining room. The dining room is yet another impressive room with a long table. [[Mr. Anderson]] sits at the head of the table with [[Ethan]] to his right and [[Belinda]] to his left. You blush a bit when you see her, but she just gives you an enigmatic smile. You're surprised to see [[your mother|Rosalind]] bringing in platters from the kitchen and serving the family, though she's still dressed in her casual clothes. You're not quite sure what to make of it. [[Mrs. Anderson]] gestures for you to sit to her right as she sits down at the foot of the table. Everybody thanks your mother politely as she serves out a cream of mushroom soup and some roast chicken sandwiches. When your mother is done serving, she sits across the table from you. [[Eat lunch.]] :: Eat lunch. "So, Parker," [[Mrs. Anderson]] says, "how has school been going for you?" [[You]] engage in small talk about your school and how you feel about particular classes. [[Ethan]] and [[Belinda]] both chime in to discuss differences between your school experience and what you can expect at Rosestead. It is very obvious that Ethan and Belinda both love their school which surprises you, as Belinda at least certainly doesn't seem the studious type. [[Mr. Anderson]] is silent almost the entire lunch and you're amazed at just how much food the man can put away. Mrs. Anderson is the exact opposite, picking away at her food and you note that [[your mother|Rosalind]] is following her example. Your mother doesn't normally eat a lot, but this is very unusual for her. <>At one point during lunch, your napkin slides off your lap and you bend over to retrieve it. You are astonished to see that Belinda has her foot firmly wedged in her brother's crotch. You quickly get your napkin and resume the conversation, trying to forget that you'd ever seen it, but now you are very uneasy at the glances the two of them will occasionally exchange. <>When you're finished eating, Mrs. Anderson says, "And now I'll give you the guided tour of our home, Parker. I showed your mother around while you were in your room." You definitely suspect that this isn't true. The conversation at lunch was almost entirely about you; nobody seemed very interested in your mother at all. You are now firmly of the opinion that your mother has been in this house many times before. You cannot believe how incredibly strange the Anderson family is. Mrs. Anderson shows you around their incredible house and grounds. They have a tennis court, a swimming pool, an amazing gym, a couple of enormous televisions, and computers all over the house. You could definitely get used to this and your pangs over leaving your home are starting to subside. In one of the earlier rooms, she shows you a button placed near a chair in each room. "All the rooms have buttons like this. They summon a maid when pressed," she says. "There's one in your room as well, of course." The final stop of the tour is a truly impressive library, covered floor to ceiling with bookshelves. The biology and chemistry sections alone appear nearly comprehensive, but there are sections for just about everything. There is a massive fireplace with stuffed easy chairs, which are of a rather antique style, but look extremely comfortable for all that. Above the fireplace is a portrait of a stern looking man with a thin face, a sharp nose, and white hair cut into an almost military crewcut. He looks down at you from the portrait and you can't shake the feeling that he doesn't like what he sees. It seems like he's figuratively looking down at you as well as literally. "Who's that?" you interrupt as you inspect the little plaque on the bottom of the frame. The plaque says //Dr. Frederick Lange Anderson, 1920-1996//. Mrs. Anderson, who had been lovingly describing all the details about the bookshelves, says, "Oh, that's Dr. Anderson, Mr. Anderson's father. He came to Rosestead in 1950 and practically built this town. He's the founder of Anderson Chemical and was a truly brilliant scientist. He received his PhD in chemistry from MIT at the age of 18 and was the world's foremost expert on biochemistry and chemical nanoscience. That portrait was painted in 1995, shortly before his death." She wrinkles her nose a bit. "He had some rather regressive ideas about gender roles, even for his time, but he was a very great man. This town really wouldn't even exist without him." "He doesn't look a whole lot like Mr. Anderson," you say, while considering, he actually does look a bit like a humorless version of Ethan. Mrs. Anderson just shrugs and then finishes the rest of the tour. The next few days are very relaxing as you don't start school until Monday. You notice a couple of curious things about the mansion. There's an entire wing which is locked off and which nobody seems to use. And all the domestic staff are attractive young women from the maids to the kitchen staff to the gardeners and groundskeepers. They all live onsite as well and you strongly suspect that they act as a private harem for Mr. Anderson. You settle into your new room, putting your favorite horror movie posters on the wall: //The King in Yellow//, //The Forgotten Path//, //The House at the End of the Lane//, and the camp classics //Succubus Sistas from Harlem// and //Whore's Grudge//. As it turns out, you and Ethan get along very well. He's a horror movie buff as well so you end up talking about horror films together quite a bit. Ethan also tells you some of what you can expect on Monday and even has a map of Rosestead High so you can learn the layout. Belinda is also friendly, though you don't see her very much. You ask Ethan where she is every day and he shrugs. "She goes out a lot." [[Continue.|Monday Morning]]