Wavering Grey - A Vorror Novel - (work in progress)

[Epicaricacy]

Wavering Grey
A Vorror Novel
By Epicaricacy

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any actual person places, or entities is purely coincidental and terrifying. Some of this has likely happened, but this is not an endorsement or strategy guide. It should not have to be said to not try this at home.

BE WARNED, should you be repelled by; novel-length stories, strong emotions, game mechanics, mental breakdowns, Isekai, OP mains, accidental and/or intentional incest, perfectly lovely people experiencing horrendous things, teenage angst, thinly veiled and blatantly exploited tropes, abusive relationships, gender identity themes, race play, BDSM, rape, or children in adult situations then: THIS IS NOT THE WORK FOR YOU, STOP HERE.


Grey Hamel stared at the hands on the wall clock with such intensity it was as if the stare could make time pass quicker thru focus alone. Two more minutes school would be done for the day.

It was Friday and the evening plans had been delayed long enough. Mrs. Carrie had ceased her lecture sometime earlier, why couldn't she ever let them out early?

Dragging eyes off the clock was difficult, but was aided by the supple curve of Amanda's backside lifting over the rim of her desk chair in front of Grey. Passing notes was frowned on for non-class related reasons, but they were tacitly more acceptable than using a cell phone in class.

Not that it mattered to Grey, who didn't have, and couldn't afford a phone yet. Mom's rule; 'No phone until you're 16'. Grey would just have to suffer for almost another year with a stunted social life.

Grey's pity-party lapsed into a more lascivious territory as Amanda's stretch over the desktop brought her hemline up far enough to glimpse that today she had chosen to wear her lilac satin panties. Grey sighed imagining pleasures vigorously carnal and moist with the ever sweet-smelling and curvy blond.

The strident bell shattered the hormone-driven vision and the collective dash for freedom and the weekend commenced. The bodies were crushed into the halls of Racoon Hill High. All were desperate to get to whatever plans had been laid for them until they once again were captives next Monday.

Rushing towards the East exit of the school Grey's eyes tracked a safe path to avoid delays and any potential interference. Preparation was key, which is why the slim backpack bouncing along with Grey was already loaded with all the study materials for the weekend. But, more importantly Grey's Birthday present.

Money was always tight if not outright strained in Grey's house. A single mom with four kids is not unheard of, or even unusual. It is an endless, and luckless struggle when it comes to elective activities. Even the occasional personal desire is an unattainable luxury. Grey was used to second-hand clothes and discount everything.

The birthday card three weeks ago from Uncle Don had been a surprise. Uncle Don never was the most present or affectionate relative. So the hundred dollar bill discovered in the card was a shock.

Grey had immediately thought of dozens of things the money could buy. Still, the sad fact was, the family could use that money more. Grey had offered it up, hesitating only briefly to bid farewell to childish dreams.

With a melancholy smile and a shake of her head Grey's Mother, Claire had declined.

"That is your birthday money, and you are to spend it any way you like."

She had been most insistent. So, Grey had bought a couple of pizzas for family dinner and set aside the rest.

The possibilities had been torturing Grey for weeks. Adrienne, Sean, and Xavier had been less than helpful in their suggestions, most of which were either wildly impractical or in Xavier's case terrifically out of range for the meager fund remaining.

The spark of inspiration had struck during their last D&D session. Grey was once again forced to borrow dice and guides from everyone else. Grey also lacked a figurine to represent a painstakingly developed ranger/rogue/sorcerer character. Xavier had been kind enough to loan the use of a leftover shoe from a dilapidated Monopoly game, it was missing many of its components already. This situation might be remedied with some, or more likely, all of the remaining money.

Grey was sick of the quiet pity or friendly mockery that colored many of their interactions. Nobody wanted to be the poor friend.

A quick search on the internet had revealed several shops in distant, more developed, and relevant cities, that sold wondrous gear any aspiring gamer would covet. Those cities were far outside the range of Grey's legs. Legs which were, for the moment, the only means of transport Grey had.

Mom had taken public transport to work for many years. Well, up until her most recent boss, 'Mr' Sancho Rivera, granted her the use of a company vehicle for work. He had been 'inconvenienced' by her bus schedule, which had required her egress earlier than he wanted.

Grey knew it was unusual for an executive assistant to be granted a company car. Mom was unwilling to chance even the possibility of anything happening to the car. So personal use was out.

Grey had nearly abandoned the game gear idea when a 'related search' option popped up for a; 'SpellShop'. The location was only a couple of miles from school! It would be manageable enough to stop there on the way home. Timing would be important.

Grey's mom was always late on Friday nights. Friday was the day Dani, Grey's younger sister, was the responsibility of the twins Renée and Amélie, Grey's older sisters. Actually, most days Dani was theirs, except Mondays and Tuesdays when the twins had pom-pom squad and theater club.

Amélie was the theater buff, but as always Renée was her understudy and vice versa for the pom squad. Either way, it got them 2 nights off from babysitting Dani, which meant it fell to Grey.

Saturday morning was second pom practice and the game day for D&D, so long as on Friday night, Grey had finished all assigned homework. Mom was always too worn out by the time she got home Friday night to check homework. She trusted Renée and Amélie to verify it.

So, to avoid showing up to the game without appropriate trappings, Grey planned to skip the bus and walk to the shop. Otherwise, the twins would never approve of the trip.

Sliding stealthily between the jostling and jockeying students and faculty, Grey approached the East hall exit. The East exit was nearly as busy as the North today. The North exit, which supported the bus horseshoe drive for loading and dropping kids, was usually way busier.

Avoidance was second nature to Grey. As was blending with the sea of bodies. Both highly-developed survival techniques for Grey. Standing out was a good way to pull attention. The attention that brought ridicule, pity, or, in the worst cases, aggression. Being poor made Grey an easy and enticing target.

Grey was almost out the door when calamity in the form of Garen Seavers struck. Laughter chased Grey to the ground as Garen's oversized foot swiped the legs out from under Grey.

"What's the matter, Hamel? Can't you get some decent shoes so you don't slip anymore?" The false care in Garen's voice produced a flare of anger and shame in Grey. However, taking any action would be tantamount to suicide.

Garen was built for anything competitive and had chosen to focus on powerlifting and field events like track and hammer throw. He was a beast.

Grey would best be described as lean or wiry. If one was being truly unkind, malnourished refugee could fit. Grey would have no chance.

Slowly gathering the contents of the small pack, and placing them back inside, was Grey's only response.

Snorting, Garen bumped Grey's elbow while passing, scattering the unbound notes from class. The notes were instantly trampled under multiple shoes of the indifferent students on their way out the door.

Grey's excitement was muted under a cloud of everything that is wrong with life. The mood remained dark for about a mile outside of school. The bright laughter of other students just cut the wounds deeper, and Grey felt even more alone despite being surrounded. Grey was invisible, or beneath the notice of the other students.

Violent visions filled Grey's imagination for many blocks. Garin impaled by one of those stupid javelins they hurled about. Or he was crushed under the power lift weight bar, right before explosively soiling himself. All recorded and posted to the internet with millions of likes.

The brisk walk paired with increasingly absurd and unlikely scenarios eventually purged the clouds. Grey turned thoughts to direction and destination. Fortunately, the rage-fueled walk had eaten up most of the trip.

Grey was surprised to find 'SpellShop' occupying the strip center just ahead. Speeding up, Grey's feet ate the final distance as excitement started to build.

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The interior of SpellShop had beheld many places the world over. Never in one place for long, the shop moved as necessity dictated. Markets dried up and the torrent eventually became a trickle. This location was very fresh, the torrent still flowing quite strongly. It would fade, but for now, production was bountiful.

New items stocked the shelves, almost daily. There to tempt and charm the potential buyers. Items of common purpose such as cleaning oils sat next to the frivolous, like bacon-flavored lip balm.

Yet not all items contained here were as mundane. Though they integrated well enough to appear innocuous, only a few would perceive their true purpose. Fewer were those allowed to purchase the more restricted items.

Ophelia watched the shop. Her visage clearly communicated a level of bored detachment only attainable by the most jaded hedonists or accountants attending regional tax law seminars.

Travis, the new hire was alternately fumbling at sloppily stocking the shelves and ogling Ophelia whenever he thought she was unaware.

Ophelia sighed and wondered if it was worth the trouble of training a new temp. She could have the satisfaction of terminating the barely competent Travis. For the ninth time, that day, she decided it would be too much work. Whomever they got to replace him would have to be just as unobservant and willing to work for next to nothing.

The tinkle of the bell over the door briefly distracted Ophelia. However, the customer who entered the store wasn't any of the kind of clients she needed to attend to.

She jumped to her feet, leaving the stool by the antique register. Travis' hand had once more "accidentally" brushed her leg.

Ophelia practically growled at Travis; "Watch the register. Remember, money goes in the till BEFORE you let the customer walk out with their purchase."

Travis mumbled something Ophelia would never care about in reply as she purposefully walked away. Her hips swayed hypnotically for Travis. So Travis completely missed both times the potential customer on the other side of the heavy glass display-counter strived to get his attention.

Grey was really tired of being ignored any time something marginally more interesting was happening. Though following Travis' gaze Grey had to admit the reason this time was far from marginal.

As the shapely shop-girl disappeared around the isle the rather dull-looking attendant stood and finally noticed Grey standing at the counter.

"Oh, hey, um. Welcome to SpellShop! Um. How can we make your day magical?" Travis tripped his way thru the canned greeting and followed it with a watery smile.

"I'm looking for gaming supplies" replied Grey in an even tone. The blank look from Travis did not instill any confidence. "Do you have figurines, monster guides, or maybe dice?" Asked Grey losing hope by the syllable."

"Uh, maybe?" doubted Travis who then stared at Grey or possibly at the wall behind Grey.

Grey thought briefly about the chances that further interaction with the sales staffer would result in a net positive outcome and determined that it was remote at best.

Grey could only feel bad for how many old homes in the area still had lead-based paint chips for unmonitored kids to snack on.

Grey walked to a section of books visible on some shelves further into the shop. Browsing the shelves, Grey was frustrated at the lack of labels on many of the books, even on the front covers. Opening and reading a bit was the only way to see the content subject.

However, 5 minutes into the search it was obvious the selection of books was more in the do-it-yourself genre and had a lot to offer to various hobbyists.

It was a disappointment, but this shop seemed to be more Wiccan or something. Rather than gamer-oriented like Grey had expected.

Giving up on books, Grey turned to look for figurines or dice. After brief contact with Grey’s worn shoe, a book that had been leaning against the front of the shelf went skidding across the floor.

Picking the disturbed book up, Grey was about to put it back when the remarkable illustration on the front glinted in the subdued light. A Griffon battled a giant snake, while in the background a winged horse flew in front of a moon.

Opening it, the pages were filled with descriptions of various beasts with half, quarter, and sometimes full-page illustrations done in a realistic, if grim, style that was nevertheless quite beautiful. There was no price on the cover, binding, or back. It had just been on the floor, so maybe it was on sale?

Grey hurried on, coming to a cabinet containing assorted size; statues, sculptures, knick-knacks, and bric-a-brac inside.

Looking over the selection, none of them would precisely work for the game. They were collectively; too large, not the right model type for the character, or had tags displaying what might be a serial number, but Grey felt sure was the pricetag.

Grey searched around the shop for another twenty minutes, finally giving up on finding anything else of interest. That's when, on the end of an isle of geodes, crystals, and incense, Grey discovered games for sale.

The motley selection of dusty and secondhand games included; some old decks of cards, a few vintage board games, actual Jacks, marbles in a jar, and a few boxes of varied dice.

Grey swiftly dug into the boxes and found some real treasures. A set of 6 sided dice branded Sal Sagev Casino, a couple of purple D8s, four translucent D10s in pastel colors, a silver D12 with gold numbers, and three black and red speckled D20s. Lastly, from a partially crushed box came an almost spherical die Grey had never seen before. It had 100 sides and was made from some kind of green-colored material with copper swirls.

Glowing with success, Grey placed all the dice in one box, scooped it up, and headed for the register.

Travis still lurked around the front. He appeared to be taking a break from cleaning some items on the countertop. He was second knuckle deep, mining for precious nose treasure. Grey gagged a little but was unable to delay heading home any further or risk severe punishment.

Rushing to place the book and box on the counter had unanticipated consequences. An unseen lip on the counter caused the book's angle to tilt, launching the dice-box and spraying the dice all over the counter. The dice bounced off the pricey-looking items gathered there to be cleaned.

Travis gave Grey a look swinging towards irritated, but it stalled on the way and reverted to apathy.

Sighing at the delay, Grey started to collect the dice from amongst the trinkets scattered across the counter. Travis grumbled unintelligibly while assisting to reload the box.

Most of the dice were soon returned to the box. The spherical D100 had rolled further, ricocheting off the baubles, then off Travis' leg onto a shelf in the glass display-counter.

The die came to rest touching a small bronze statue of a smirking man with a hooded face. For the briefest of twinklings, in the shifting shadows under the counter, the smirk seemed to show teeth. A subtle glow flickered off the statue before the copper swirls on the dice picked it up. Maybe the swirls were a bit wider than before.

Noting the absence of the D100, Grey looked all over the countertop, but it wasn't there.

"Hey, do you see the round dice back there?" asked Grey hopefully.

Travis glanced around for mere moments. He was about to surrender the search when a glint caught his eye. Travis pointed out the shiny die on the floor behind Grey. Grey hastened to return it to the treasure box, feeling a trivial zap of static when grasping the die.

Travis strolled to the register; "That everything?" he asked laconicly.

Grey gave everything one last look and nodded. Ringing the purchases with speed approaching glacial, Travis grunted out; "$23.40 total." Grey happily paid.

Snatching the box and book, Grey did not wait for the unhurried Travis to offer a bag before bolting out the door.

In the back of the shop, an old panel with a series of lights flickered on briefly but dimmed before anyone could notice. In the front of the store, the hooded statue was smiling.

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The run home was going to be tight. Pausing only briefly to load the backpack with the purchased goods Grey began a swift jog home. It was already approaching 5 pm and if Grey hadn't made it home in the next 30 minutes Renée would have a fit and Dani would defiantly tell mom.

Lost in thoughts of missing out on the weekend of games and having extra chores, Grey missed seeing Garin and crew getting out of Garin's truck ahead.

Grey finally did notice when Garin laughed out; "Guess it must be my lucky day!"

Heart sinking, Grey focused on the present and saw the nightmare scenario about to play out. Garin, and his cronies Mike and Mark lined up in front of Grey, blocking the path forward.

Wanting to avoid any conflict, Grey thought about the chances of outrunning the three but quickly abandoned it. Garin was faster on sprints and it would just get their blood up.

"What do you want, Garin?" asked Grey politely.

"We never finished our conversation earlier." Replied Garin with a fake smile. "You very rudely ignored me when I asked why you couldn't get better shoes." Garin drawled while swaggering closer to Grey. "But as I remember now, you kicked my foot and scuffed my shoe with your filthy foot-gear. So I figure you owe me for that." Garin’s smile at Grey's discomfort was predatory.

"I'm sorry about scuffing your shoe, but it was an accident." gritted out Grey, anger rising. "I don't know what you want, but I don't have -" Grey never got to finish.

Garin's punch to the short ribs stole Grey's breath and bent Grey over the injury. "Don't interrupt your superiors." Garin punctuated his point with another gut punch followed by a right cross to Grey's temple.

With a barely audible groan, Grey collapsed to the ground. Grey ducked and covered as best as possible, but the next minute of comprehensive beat-down was harsh.

The last two kicks were evidently from Mark. Grey heard Mike say; "That's enough Mark."

Grey felt the backpack being torn away and heard it being searched distantly. The ringing and throbbing from the hits were somewhat disorienting.

The sound of items hitting the ground nearby was followed by a laugh. "Look at that! I knew you could afford new shoes." Garin declared happily "Well that's our beer money sorted!" "Hell yeah!" Mark agreed.

The sound of Garin's pants unzipping didn't register immediately. "Gotta empty my bladder for all that beer." Garin quipped.

The feeling of something warm and acrid smelling splattering Grey's face and clothes deepened the pain and shame.

Mark and Mike joined their leader to finished soaking Grey. "You should shower more often, smelly!" Mark taunted as he finished up. "We should go." urged Mike.

Garin walked back to his truck singing; "B, double E, double R, U-N Beer Run!" The truck doors slammed and the engine roared to life. Then Garin and company drove off, leaving Grey battered and humiliated on the side of the road.

After enough time had passed for the worst of the throbbing and spinning to subside, Grey gathered the backpack, and once again all the items scattered across the ground. Missing was the last $42 dollars of Uncle Don's birthday gift.

Grey quietly sobbed at the unfairness of life. Grey's head, ribs, back, and gut were all bruised and ached with every movement. Moving much slower, Grey shuffled toward home.

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Renée checked the clock again, knowing it was pointless. No matter how many times she checked it was still going to be after 6:20 pm and Grey was still not home.

Renée watched Amélie dance in the living room to music for the Pom-pom routine. Amélie always needed more practice than Renée to pick up the routines.

"Are you gonna call mommy?" Queried Dani sitting at the table nearby working on a crayon drawing of what appeared to be a potatoe with an umbrella and wheels.

Renée did not want to call her mother Claire at work. It was Friday evening, and Claire would be with Mr. Rivera. They'd be working on weekend shipment schedules, and possibly other... things.

Glancing at Dani, Renée noted Dani had somehow managed to get cereal in her long dark hair and would need another bath.

Sighing Renée decided to take care of that now and stop worrying about Grey, who had probably stopped off with Sean after school to eat with the Moores.

"Come on, time for a bath," Renée ordered.

"I'm making a picture." Whined Dani.

At that moment Amélie bounced into the conversation, wiping sweat away with a towel she said; "You need to do what she says, runt or YOU'RE gonna be the one in trouble."

In truth, Amélie couldn't care less if Dani got a bath or not, but if Dani didn't listen, Renée would start using her mom-voice, which was annoying.

"If you come now I'll take it with you." Amélie bargained. Dani considered it.

"Can we play submarine?" asked Dani.

"Sure!" grinned Amélie grabbing her sister up from the table and balancing Dani on her hip.

Renée smiled at the assistance and went back to studying the lines she needed to know as Amélie's understudy.

"What genius, thought 'Mary Poppins 2299AD' was a good idea?" Renée asked the now empty room.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made Renée look, the bathtub was in the master bath on the ground floor. Having turned too slow to see who was on the stairs Renée abandoned the inevitable flop of a play she was studying to go look.

Seeing Grey turn off the stairs but hunched oddly gave her conflicting emotions; ire for the tardiness, and concern for possible injuries.

Following up the stairs Renée saw the bathroom door cracked open. Grey's bag lay abandoned on the floor of the hall.

Padding up and listening at the bathroom door she heard a quiet sob, and without waiting further opened the door.

Grey was slumped in the corner of the room on the floor next to the toilet. Blood smeared Grey's temple and shirt, darkening it on the shoulder. The room reeked of piss and Grey was shaking slightly and twitching.

Renée felt her legs tremble and doubted her ability to handle this situation. Remembering how Claire handled things after their father died, Renée took a deep breath and counted to 10.

Finishing, she calmly walked over to Grey crouching down she asked: "Grey, what happened to you?"

Grey's head remained down, blond locks covering any expression, no response was forthcoming.

Renée waited as long as she thought reasonable, but still, nothing was said. Renée prompted; "OK, you don't need to tell me right now, but we need to get you cleaned up."

Gentle guidance and prodding had Grey standing in short order. Renée had changed many diapers in her time and right now Grey smelled like one.

Without responding, other than the occasional low gasp or moan, Grey followed Renée's directions. Grey's shirt, shoes, socks, and pants all went in the hamper chute to the laundry room.

Renée was horrified at the purple masses covering Grey's arms, torso, back, and thighs. Guiding Grey to the shower Renée decided to help.

Removing her shoes, socks, blouse, and pants Renée hesitated, then shrugged and removed her bra and panties piling them neatly on the counter.

Turning to the shower Renée felt slightly self-conscious of her nudity, but let it pass and stepped in the shower.

Grey was still standing there, Renée brushed past to turn on the faucet, balancing the temperature before turning on the shower.

Turning again, Renée took the wand and using the softest spray possible, gave Grey a thorough rinse. Every time Renée passed a bruise Grey would shiver and pant or hiss, but still said nothing.

Having rinsed away the majority of the smell, Renée hung up the wand and turned again to remove the last item of Grey's clothing.

Slowly and with care, Renée pulled the soiled underwear down Grey's legs and with minor taps to shift feet, was able to get them off entirely.

Throwing the still smelly garment into the hamper chute removed all but traces of the smell. Grabbing a soft cloth Renée rejoined Grey in the shower.

Renée looked Grey over with a critical eye. He was about 6 feet tall and still growing. Despite the lack of large muscles, his musculature was distinct and defined, he was very lean. He had broad shoulders, like their father. Unlike their father, Renée could tell Grey was rangier in build.

Stepping forward, Renée whetted the cloth and added some soap. Beginning with his back, she proceeded to slowly and gently scrub. Renée cleaned across his shoulders and down his arms, moving him as needed to get under his arms and along his sides.

As the gentle washing proceeded, Grey's shivering subsided till he was still. Renée began to hum tunelessly as she glided the soapy soft cloth over his skin.

Reaching around with her hand to scrub his chest Renée felt her nipples rub against Grey's slick soapy back. Ignoring the sudden sensations that caused, Renée continued her slow, caring ministrations.

Renée soaped and soothed Grey's flanks, thighs, and hips, then blushing a bit, she began washing his taut ass. Running the soft cloth over and thru his globes, Renée felt a warmth spread in her stomach.

After doing a thorough job, she eventually moved on. Crouching down she was able to cleanse his calves, shins, and feet. Nearly done, Renée added soap to the soft cloth and felt her stomach tightening again, was it apprehension or anticipation?

Gently Renée urged Grey to turn with some mild pressure on his hip. Suddenly a whispered secret Amélie had divulged about how she got the lead in the theater production sprang to mind.

Renée blushed and gazed at her brother's equipment. He was not small, but certainly not as large as some of the examples Renée had seen with discrete web searches. He was, however, quite erect. His rigid girth was scant inches from her face.

Renée glanced up to see Grey's eyes staring at her nude body, which made her abruptly hyper-aware of her lack of clothing.

Neither said anything and just let their eyes roam. Moving the soapy cloth Renée locked eyes with Grey as she delicately scrubbed his lower belly in little circles, each going lower than the last until her hand brushed against his solid length.

Grey gasped and shivered again, Renée felt her breath quicken a bit. Keeping her eyes on his, she slowly slid the soapy cloth down his length. Griping around it, she began to wash him.

Renée felt his girth thicken and become even more rigid as she cleaned him. Caressing and kneading Grey, Renée felt a swelling heat that was not from embarrassment.

Glancing down to examine her work, Renée flushed as she reached for the last neglected place to clean. Grasping his sack in slick, soapy fingers, she tenderly massaged his balls as she explored him.

Grey was losing his mind. He knew he had to be because there was no chance this was happening. Evidently, Garin had beat him so hard he was delusional. But it sure seemed like his sister was on her knees in front of him, giving him the best, and only, hand job he had ever received from a girl.

Grey tried desperately to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of her slick hands pulling and squeezing his manhood.

When she had first started bathing him, he had still been trapped in his own head. But he could only ignore the comfort of gentle hands running carefully over his hurts, for so long.

By the time he felt the soft warmth of her body press up against his back, Grey had been feeling much better from the beating he had taken. Grey had not wanted the exquisite feeling to end, so he had remained still, and it continued.

The heat of the water and the sensation of slick fingers tracing over his body had stimulated a very natural response from him.

When he had turned at her hand's insistent pressure, and saw his sister kneeling naked, his mind froze. She was inches from his hard-on. Rather than pulling away, Renée had given him a thorough inspection. Then she reddened and her nipples stiffened.

Grey looked to Renée's face and saw her eyes lock on his. Staring into her eyes he felt her start to clean his lower belly, then she had grabbed his cock. Rather than pulling away, she'd continued stroking him, keeping eye contact. Her blond hair swaying with her motions. It was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced. Then Renée reached out her other hand, without a washcloth, and started playing with his balls.

Grey was certain he had gone crazy and was having a vivid sex fantasy to distract himself from the fact he was dying.

Drawing on every bit of courage he had, Grey reached down and pulled Renée to her feet slowly.

Renée kept her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft as she stood. Both were panting as Grey leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Renée's lips. Grey's arms circled her and pulled her to him. Renée's eyes widened at the feeling of possession that lanced thru her from that gesture.

Grey's next kiss was not so gentle, and she felt his tongue flick her lips before it slithered between them. Renée found herself moaning into Grey's mouth as his hands gripped her ass and his hips thrust against her, his cock gliding between her fingers and against her belly.

The heat in Renée's core aroused an aching need. Their kiss broke and Grey was looking at her with a fire she had never seen before. Renée felt her heart skip a beat and her breath caught. She couldn't think of anything to say, she wasn't even sure what she should say.

Renée felt Grey reach down between them, her eyes stayed locked on his as his hand found her sex and his fingers began to explore her.

Grey felt something deep stir in him as his fingers found the wet heat between Renée's thighs. He was beyond thought. Grey's body filled with an energy that demanded certain actions, so he did.

Gently at first then more insistently his fingers explored her warmth. Grey watched Renée's eyes widen and then lose focus as her attention was drawn down to the blaze in her loins.

Slipping his fingers around her folds Grey felt every shudder and heard every gasp. Listening and feeling for those things that caused Renée the strongest reactions.

Grey's fondling found a very sensitive spot at the front of her cleft. Stroking her there caused Renée to jerk and pant; "Gently!"

Grey's lips found hers again, and his tongue waltzed slowly with hers. While they kissed, he slowed and firmed his fingers caresses.

Renée's breath increased in tempo, timed with the rhythm of his fingers. Renée's eyes found Grey's as the tension reached a crescendo she choked; "Grey, I...".

Grey felt her hands spasm, tightening on his arm and cock. Renée groaned, shook, and he felt her thighs squeeze and twist as warmth flowed around his fingers.

Renée became limp in his arms, her muscles seemed to have lost the ability to fully support her. Grey wrapped one arm around her back and shifted the hand at her sex to lift her by the leg, his hand sliding to rest behind her knee. This position left her femininity seductively open.

Grey's cock was hungry to have her, Grey pressed his tip against Renée's slit. Renée tensed briefly, then relaxed and shifted her hips to rub herself across his glans. This was all the permission Grey needed.

With a few probing prods, he found his tip pressing deeper. Suddenly his felt the pressure give and his head was inside Renée. Her eyes were half-lidded, she squirmed in his arms moaning softly.

Grey forced his tongue into her mouth roughly, taking it for his own. Shifting his grip to squeeze her ass, Grey pulled Renée's body closer to his, and pressed his cock into her slowly, savoring the feeling of sinking deeper into her.

Mewling and panting, Renée ground herself onto Grey, her slick heat engulfing him in pleasure. Grey's teeth met her throat, biting and sucking her delicious skin. Renée spasmed on him and her pussy started gripping and pushing against his cock rhythmically as she came.

Grey was not far behind, grunting as he pulled her hips to him, forcing through her clenched, narrow passage as far as possible. Grey felt his balls tighten and then he was cumming.

Renée looked up at Grey as she felt his cock thicken and flex, he was cumming inside her! Renée felt his heat in her depths and she came again, pressing herself to him.

Both siblings clung to each other as their peaks subsided. Their muscles, exhausted and abused, made them both weak in the knees.

The patter of the shower, and the flow of warm water around them, eventually dragged them out of their mutual bliss.

Grey looked down into Renée's eyes and searched them, not sure what he was looking for. Renée looked into Grey's eyes and softly asked; "Feel better?"

Flushing at the question, Grey watched Renée's blush trigger as well, "Yes." he answered simply.

Grey shifted, slowly pulling out of Renée, smiling when she trembled at the new sensations.

Pulling Renée away from the wall he didn't remember pressing her against, Grey gently kissed her lips, cheek, and throat. He paused at the bite on her neck, kissing then licking her bruised and lightly bleeding skin.

Renée shivered at the sensation, silently letting Grey do as he pleased. He proceeded to tenderly wash Renée, as she had him, taking his time to languidly explore and clean her.

Awhile later they both stepped from the shower cleaner, and happier, than when they went in. Neither was ready to talk about what happened. Both went to bed early, exhausted emotionally and physically.

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Saturday mornings were a hectic affair in the Hamel house. Breakfast needed to be prepared for five, and snacks too.

The twins would be getting ready for their Pom Squad practice, taking swift turns in the bathroom, and arguing amicably about who moved what where.

Dani always needed to be wrangled thru a bath, whatever she'd gotten into had made her filthy, again.

Grey was having a very confusing morning. On one hand, the beating he had received the day before made itself known every time he moved or breathed. The aches made him alternately angry and sad.

On the other hand... Grey remembered the way his evening had ended. He kept replaying the events back and forward in his mind, in as much detail as he could remember, trying and feeling each moment, each sensation, again.

His feelings were all over the place, elation, and invigoration, then fear and apprehension, followed by a simmering heat that made him swell in desire. He wanted to do something but had no idea what exactly. It was getting late.

Giving up on figuring his feelings out, Grey gave in to nature and headed to the bathroom.

Pushing the door open Gray nearly collided with Renée. Both froze, not saying anything, they eyed each other, both trying to discern the other's thoughts.

Renée was still in her underwear. Grey felt his eyes rake over her body, Renée noticed, her breath quickening.

Renée was about to say something, she was sure of it, but then Grey’s stormy blue eyes met hers, and her words scattered.

Seeing his sister standing in her cute pantie and bra set, memories of her silky skin, soft touches, and taste slammed into Grey's mind. He again felt that stirring, a swelling, primal hunger.

Grey saw her about to say something, but she froze as he locked eyes with her. Grey's sudden intensity was hypnotic, Renée couldn't move.

Grey felt his breathing deepen, drawing in the sent of her. His lips parted, subtly moving with unspoken desire.

Renée shivered, she could feel the mounting tension in the air. She felt like a rabbit sitting in front of a wolf that wanted to devour her.

Grey's heart was pounding, he wanted to wrap his sister in his arms and kiss her. He wanted to tear the panties from her body and use her savagely.

Reaching out, Gray ran his finger across her pliant lips, then glided across her flushing cheek to her neck.

Grey paused at the purpled bite visible where her neck met her clavicle, meticulously tracing the marks his teeth had left in her softness.

Renée was quivering inside, Grey was looking at her, touching her. Renée felt herself moisten, what was he going to do to her?

Grey curled his hand to Renée's lower back, inexorably drawing her to him, pressing his turgid length between them. Grey brought his other hand up, coiling a handful of the shiny blond tresses at the back of Renée's head in his fingers. Firmly pulling her hair, Grey tilted Renée's head aside. Once again his mouth tracked down her neck.

Renée was shaking as Grey took control, she could feel how hard he was, his hand in her hair pulled her head back, exposing her delicate throat to him. The kisses on her neck made Renée moan quietly, she stifled it quickly to avoid unwanted attention.

Hearing Renée's weak moan, Grey felt his blood boil. His hand slid into Renée's panties, gripping her supple ass, hard, holding her in place.

Grey's focus was on her neck, on that lovely bite, marking her delicate skin.

Renée felt Grey's mouth lock hungrily on the bite he gave her yesterday. It had hurt when he bit her, it also set off her orgasm. Today was no different.

Renée felt his teeth, and the exquisite pull as he sucked hungrily on her. Renée's arms grasped at Grey's back for support. The pain, and pleasure, blended with the feeling of his hard cock needily grinding into her. Spasms of delight rippled down her spine, clenching her inguen, and painting her panties with nectar.

Renée was shuttering against him again, the taste of her on his lips was intoxicating. He bit harder, feeling her skin give a bit, the hot coppery taste of Renée's blood filled his senses.

Renée whimpered. Her orgasm and the pain in her neck, mixing inextricably, making her shaky.

Grey lapped at the bleeding wound in his sister's neck, He wanted her. Spinning Renée to face the mirror over the sink, Grey pushed her forward over the counter.

Renée did not resist, the wet circle on the gusset of her underwear an obvious indication of her feelings.

Dropping his underwear to the floor, Grey stabbed his cock at the wet spot on his sister's panties, pushing the material against Renée's wet gash.

Renée felt her brother thrust into her from behind, pushing against her soaked underwear. Renée was unsure how much longer they had before someone noticed their absence. Looking demurely over her shoulder, Renée met Grey's lust-filled eyes; "Hurry!" she whispered.

Hearing Renée begging him to go faster, was too much for Grey. He passionately pulled her panties down to her mid-thighs. The messy evidence of her arousal made her swollen lips glisten. Grey ran his length thru her lips until he was positioned at Renée's entrance and firmly started pushing.

Renée felt Grey stretching her open again, his cock throbbing in her aching heat. Renée clapped hands over her mouth. Trying to keep the sounds she couldn't stop making, from escaping.

Grey relished the sensations as he violated her. Renée was so slick and hot, Grey could barely control himself as he felt her slender channel yield and spread around him.

Grey paused a moment to enjoy the feeling of her sex griping him before beginning to stroke into her again.

After a couple of thrusts, Grey realized the angle was not optimal, her hips needed to be higher. Lifting her leg onto the counter allowed Grey the right angle and he could get in deeper.

Renée felt Grey lift her leg to the counter, the position was not as comfortable. Starting to rise, she felt Grey's hand on the back of her neck, holding her down, then she felt him begin forcefully thrusting deeper inside her than he had before. Grey was just *using* her, Renée came on him.

Feeling Renée's cunt clench and almost push him out, Grey pushed against her pressure, forcing his cock back into her.

The friction and heat inside her were enough, Grey gave in and sprayed all the cum he had built up over the night into Renée. Grey reached around Renée's neck and pulled her to him, arching her back against his chest, squeezing her breasts as the last of his cum spurted into her.

Renée's could feel her snatch twitch and clench around Grey's rod, 'gulping' his seed into her womb. Renée shuddered in satisfaction.

Pulling his softening length from Renée, Grey saw the wet mess in her panties. A perverted thought came to him.

Pulling her panties back up, Grey rubbed them into her slit, the moisture causing them to stick to her skin. "Keep these right here." Grey commanded, "I want them holding my cum inside you all day."

Renée tensed again, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her panties were sticky and uncomfortably wet. If anyone saw them during her Pom routines, it would be clear she was dripping.

Renée felt a hot flush come over her as she realized, she was going to do it. She was going to wear her filthy panties, drenched in her own juices, and her brother's obscene cum, because he had told her to.

Renée turned to her brother and looking him in the eye she meekly said; "Yes, Grey, I’ll keep you inside me. Anything else, Grey?"

Grey felt like ordering her to clean his cock before they went down to breakfast, but time was too short. "I'll think about it," Grey said instead.

Squeezing Renée's ass, Grey pushed her into the hall so he could finish his morning ablutions.

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Grey was mostly happy. After breakfast, mom had checked with the girls about last night's activities. When Dani tried to get Grey in trouble for being home late, Renée had informed their mother he had been at Sean's, working on assigned homework.

She further explained they had completed it all before Grey had dinner with the Moores. It was a total fabrication. But, Claire trusted her daughter Renée implicitly. So Grey was free to go to his D&D game.

The girls went to Pom Squad Practice with Mom and Dani as chauffeur and audience.

Grey felt it was very odd how things had changed between him and Renée. They'd had a healthy relationship, mostly, before yesterday. There had been some curiosity and looking. But that had been before the girls got their phones, gaining regular, private, access to the internet.

Also, the way he had ordered Renée around had felt unnatural, almost like he was channeling the spirit of some badass.

The way she had just... surrendered to him. Grey expected to feel his cheeks burn, but the embarrassment wasn't there. Instead, Grey felt a calm certainty that should he want... whatever, Renée would give it to him.

Grey liked this strong feeling, it felt good. Grey's worries evaporated as he made his way over to Xavier's house. It was Xavier's turn to host the game.

Arriving a short 5-minute walk later, Grey knocked on the door. Xavier's mom Aida answered. Grey considered her with new eyes after the events of the last two days.

Aida was the youngest of the moms at 32. She'd had Xavier at 17, with her high school sweetheart. He went on to a career in Semi-Pro. and then Pro basketball. Unfortunately, he'd also went on from Aida to a younger, pro model.

When Aida first moved to town she had been carrying enough weight to make her a thicc girl. Aida had been an accountant. However, she no longer spent all her time tied to a desk. Instead, Aida walked all around the warehouse she worked for, a lot. Five years of running the warehouse had trimmed her figure.

Now her curves sported a more athletic look, but thanks to her African/Cuban ancestry she still had those strong thighs and 34DD tits.

Today Aida was wearing some hot black yoga pants, and a button-up blouse knotted at her waist, Grey approved.

Grey's bold inspection did not go unnoticed, and Aida had mixed feelings. Grey had never more than glanced at her before. Grey had been too shy for girls, even girls his age.

Seemed like that innocent boy was gone, which was a pity. On the other hand, the good-looking young buck appeared to find her attractive, and that was a definite ego boost.

Smiling broadly, Aida's bright teeth were a nice contrast to her dark cocoa skin. Holding the door open and stepping back to give Grey room, she decided to play with him a bit.

Aida suggestively teased Grey; "Well, hello there handsome! You wanna come inside?" Aida twisted her hips a little, for emphasis.

Aida followed young Grey's reaction, watching for the blush. Unexpectedly, Grey's eyes assumed a sharper look. He stepped in close, and his hand promptly darted behind Aida to firmly squeeze her curvy ass.

"Whenever you're ready for it." Grey asserted seriously. He continued to shamelessly grope Aida. Aida was so shocked she didn't respond except to goggle at him.

Smirking, Grey felt the thrill of that same energy from this morning surge, reclaiming him again. Right now, He could do anything.

"What are yo-mmm!" Aida started. She was caught off guard when Grey slid his tongue in her mouth without any hesitation.

Aida felt herself pushed against the entryway wall by the slim Grey, he was surprisingly strong! Grey's tongue was still invading her, he tasted of sweet pancakes and syrup.

Aida had to get control of this situation back. Somehow Grey had already undone her blouse, her breasts were fully exposed!

Grey pulled back, eyeing her tremendous bust appreciatively. As Aida opened her mouth to stop things going any further, Grey leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking her.

"Oh Fuck!" Aida exclaimed, a bolt of pleasure arcing thru her very sensitive nipples.

Aida's hands, reaching to push Grey away, faltered. Instead, she gripped Grey's head and pulled his face harder into her breasts.

Aida felt Grey take her swelling nipple between his teeth, biting on her as his suction increased.

Aida throatily groaned her arousal, her son's *hot* nerdy white-friend was sucking her big tits. Her son and his other friends were just in the next room! This was SO pornhub.

Grey was enjoying himself, nothing like sucking luscious MILF fun-pillows before a nice gaming session. Switching breasts, Grey fancied the shiny appearance his saliva gave Aida's prominent thumb-thick nipples. He also liked how her ass flexed and squirmed in his hands as he chewed her sensitive bits.

Aida felt grateful for the wall's support, her legs were already wobbly. Hot-boy's oral talents on her titties had already delivered her two petite-climaxes.

Her breasts were spit-shined from Grey's attention, her large nipples engorged and bruised dark. Aida tingled with sensuous awareness. Damn this boy is good! Was his hand in her pants?

Getting Aida's pants off was easy, they stretched. Grey thoroughly massaged the plush skin of Aida's robust derriere heightening both their arousals.

He knew the moment Aida stopped resisting their encounter. Looking Aida in the eyes, He impelled her; “Let’s move this to your bed.”

Heading to her room, Aida felt a thrill, this was intense. It had been a while since she had been with anyone... Giggling Aida recalled her last dalliance was with Claire. Now she was going to fuck Grey.

Swaying into her room, Aida flaunted herself for her friend Claire’s son. Aida looked over her shoulder and smiled to see Grey’s eyes locked on her callipygian ass. “Like what you see?” she inquired, coquettishly thrusting out her hip.

“You’re gorgeous!” Grey affirmed, casting off his clothes.

“So are you, sugar,” Aida replied, eyeing Grey’s increasingly nude form lasciviously. He revealed some light bruises standing out on his pale skin as he stripped. They didn’t detract from his youthful beauty for Aida. Especially not with that deliciously hard cock he was exhibiting for her.

Grey grinned at Aida’s lustful sigh when he removed the last of his clothes. She was eyeing his dick and licking her lips.

“You want this?” Grey asked sliding his hand down to casually stroke himself.

“I want to taste you,” Aida whispered, fixated on the drop of precum glistening on his tip.

Grey sauntered towards Aida slowly, his eyes tracing and cataloging her considerable assets; pendulous succulent breasts, sleek waist, flared hips, and the puffy wet lips of her sex topped with a charitably trimmed bush at the pinnacle of her powerful thighs.

Reaching her, Grey paused to enjoy the moment, before assisting Aida to her knees at the foot of her bed. Looking down, Grey relished the sight of this lush woman about to suck his cock.

Aida panted, this was happening. She could smell his enticing adolescent musk. Aida slipped one hand between her thighs to her swollen nether lips. Rubbing and teasing herself Aida reached out to grasp the base of Grey’s rod. He twitched in her hand, his tip darkening as her fingers clamped and constricted his blood flow. Fondling, squeezing, and caressing Grey's smooth firm length, Aida bathed in the experience. Gazing up, Aida locked eyes with Grey. Then, gradually she engulfed his head and shaft in her eager mouth.

Grey moaned in pleasure, this was so hot. Aida's lips were so soft, and her tongue!

Aida felt like a dirty wanton slut. She was sucking this adorable boy-cock and fingering her sodden wet pussy. Aida lavished Grey with her tongue, enjoying the savory saltiness of his male flow. Sucking until her cheeks hollowed, Aida bobbed her head up and down, tasting every inch of him. She adored the feel of Grey's heartbeat throbbing between her lips, and the involuntary jerk of his hips when she ran her tongue roughly across the bottom of his bloated head.

Popping Grey's mast from her mouth, Aida took it in hand. Strings of frothy saliva connected her lips to him. Aida smiled, tugging his slick erection towards the ceiling. Leaning forward, Aida winked at Grey, before slurping his balls into her hot mouth.

Encompassed in Aida's sultry mouth, Grey felt her tongue exploring every wrinkle of his sack. Grey's balls were ready to erupt, but He wasn’t ready. He wanted to make this last. Pulling himself from Aida's oral embrace, Grey shivered as the cool air contrasted her heat. It was time.

Aida was confused when Grey pulled away. The cadence of her fingertips on her delta was broken. Aida squirmed in frustration, she'd been so close! Looking up to see what went wrong, Aida saw the base desire on Grey’s face and felt her lust surge.

Pulling Aida to her feet, Grey mashed his lips into hers and eagerly ground himself against her.

Breathing hard as they separated, He spun Aida to face the bed and forcefully bent her over it, positioning her as He desired.

Looking down Grey ran his engorged head thru her lust-drenched cleft. The striking contrast between his creamy-pale skin and her rich dark-chocolate flesh inflamed and inspired him.

Nudging into her oozing canal, Grey grunted. He gripped Aida's hips and thrust himself into her repeatedly, pressing harder with every thrust. Grey exulted in the sensation of Aida's slippery molten crevasse closing around him.

Aida shivered, her weeping cunt spasming around its forceful invader. Her mind bathed in the deviant, carnal debauchery of fucking this boy she had helped raise. It was so immoral, her orgasm was endless.

Aida's lucidity eroded in a stream of indolent pleasure, leaving her drooling and clutching at the duvet.

Watching his ivory length sink into Aida, disappearing into her sucking depths, something in Grey wasn't satisfied. She felt great, but fucking this woman was not... enough.

Aida quivered on him moaning as she came yet again.

She should give him more, be willing to give him everything He wanted. He felt a craving to be in control, she should do as He desired and be grateful!

Something about that thought felt bizarre to Grey, but the moment passed. Suddenly He knew what to do.

Looking at the connection where He entered Aida's body He commented; "Now I know why people owned black slaves, you look so fucking good on my cock."

Aida stiffened, her passage rhythmically gripping him thru her latest climax. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Grey was a good boy he wouldn't...

Leaning forward He put his mouth next to Aida's ear. "I'd collar you in a second." He clarified. His left hand coiled under Aida's chin, constricting her graceful neck.

Aida gasped, clenching more.

"I'd fuck your holes every day." He proceeded devilishly, his rigid length working hard inside her.

Grey felt an odd sensation. As He pushed against Aida, Grey could feel resistance, like in a swimming pool, but filled with honey. It wasn't physical, she was slick with arousal.

The longer Grey fixated on the feeling, the clearer he could discern the phenomenon. It started to feel like a wall. But, with every squeeze of her breasts, every thrust of his hips, every word, every caress, Grey felt the wall quake and weaken.

Aida violently trembled. This was so very wrong, so utterly depraved. Aida whimpered, he felt so good stretching her kitty-hole. Why was Grey saying this? Black Lives Mattered, she should be angry, no, livid! Why was she SO turned on?

"Would you like that?" He coaxed; pinching and pulling Aida's distended nipples "Would you like to become my slave?"

His words reverberated inside her mind, enticing, seductive. Denigrating a lifetime of rhetoric and dogma about equality.

Grey sensed the wall thinning, bits flaking off.

"Say 'yes' and I'll collar you right now" He offered generously.

Time crawled for Aida, head ringing, while Grey breathtakingly skewered her quivering box.

He smirked, mauling her swinging breasts then slowly strangling Aida while He screwed her.

Grey sensed the wall, thin as eggshell, cracking.

Aida felt the pleasure and the pain. It was harder and harder to concentrate on anything.

Aida kept hearing the words; 'you like to become my slave?...' 'like to become my slave?' 'like to... slave?' 'become my slave.' 'be ... my slave.'

Something inside her snapped; "yes." Aida whispered ardently.

Grey perceived the shell's collapse.

"Yes, what?" He pressed.

"Yes, I would ... like to be your slave," Aida admitted clumsily.

Grey felt a wave of triumph pass-thru him.

Aida's whole body tingled, she was so tense she was vibrating.

"Beg me to collar you." He directed.

Aida panted, feeling a massive orgasm coming. Abandoning dignity for ecstasy Aida pleaded; "Please collar me?"

He grinned wickedly, watching her ass quaver as Grey kept railing her. "Please collar me, who?" He insisted.

Realizing his hunger, Aida debased herself; "Please collar me ... Master!" Moaning and convulsing Aida's orgasm tore thru her, carrying her into darkness.

"Yes!" He hissed, shoving himself into Aida's core.

Grey came, nearly blacking out from the exhilaration.

Grey lay sprawled across Aida's twitching and jerking form for a minute, enjoying his post-coital euphoria.

Dragging himself out of his new slave, He went to look for an appropriate adornment.

Prowling Aida's dresser, Grey located her panty drawer. Rifling thru the options, Grey looted a pair of panties with a pretty lace band.

The lace was a 1/2 inch wide black hoop bordering the skimpy purple base. Grey proceeded to tear the lace band from them, putting the remnant in his pants pocket on the floor. Pulling loose the few hanging threads Grey tidied up the new slave collar.

Grabbing a set of scissors off her vanity He made his way back to Aida. Climbing gingerly onto the bed, He carefully looped the lace around Aida's lovely neck. Tying the lace very snuggly in place. One must keep their word.

Grey trimmed the excess material leaving a lace 'choker' that somewhat blended with Aida's skin tone.

Grey knew something had changed. He felt invigorated, powerful, and He did not feel ashamed or mortified by his recent amusements.

Grey suspected that wasn't right, but he couldn't seem to care.

Gathering his clothes He got dressed. leaving a note for Aida on the bed next to her.

Cheerful, Grey left her room heading for the dining room.

Aida felt a throbbing ache in her nipples. Her young master had savaged them while taking her. Fingering the lacey collar constricting her throat, she felt a rush of humiliation, fulfillment, and lust. Master turned her on so much. His stamina was impressive for a build so slender, and he had a tasty cock! Aida smiled contentedly as she made the kids sandwiches, Master was hungry.


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I will be adding the next few chapters where the vore will take off soon. Sorry this is taking so long, work stuff and family illnesses
have caused delays.

[NightRoller]

Barely glancing at the content, I want to offer some advice:

Please make more paragraph breaks (and also look up the rules for doing so). The giant blocks of text are incorrect by most standards, plus they make it horrendous to try to read for anyone who wants to try.

[Epicaricacy]

Yeah, I copied from a text app in my phone and it destroys all the formatting when it converts The document. I'll try to fix it for you.

Update: Wow, apparently this site does not like copy pasta from ANY of my apps and kills all my indents and other formatting.
I was able to add paragraphing by double returning after every one.
I hope this helps, enjoy.