1. American Gothic

    Date: 8/15/2019, Categories: Fantasy Oral Sex / Blowjob Cheating Consensual Sex First Time Gothic, Horror, Straight Sex Mind Control Monster, Murder, Author: BlackRonin, Source: sexstories.com

    “True love is like a ghost: Everyone talks of it, but few have met it face to face.” -Francois de La Rochefoucauld *** "I should warn you about my family. You may be in for a bit of a shock." They were driving with the top down. It was damn hot. Devanie fixed a scarf around her head to keep her hair from blowing. "You'll have to take them as they come,” she continued. “And you need to be on your best behavior." Charles winked. "Yes, ma'am. Shall I keep after class and write it out a hundred times on the board?" He kissed the diamond ring on her finger, guiding the car with one hand. Devanie said you couldn't drive a big car on these old back roads, so close to the swamp, but the Coupe was taking it just fine. The twisted live oak branches formed a canopy over their heads. They were coming up on Caddo Lake, the state border, and the town of Uncertain. The boggy terrain looked like a picture in a book, though which book Charles couldn't quite say. One with a bad ending, maybe. The June humidity was inhuman, but Devanie still looked like a million bucks. Somehow she never looked less than her best. Is this really happening, Charles thought? Is this woman really marrying me? Can life be this good? Everything had turned up roses since meeting Devanie: The company sold right at the same time his tax problems went away. It was like nothing could ever go wrong with her around. She was his good luck charm. He thought of this summer trip to meet the family as something of a victory lap, a way to close the books on his old life once and for all and get on with the new. "Mother and Father's approval means everything for me,” Devanie continued, reapplying her lip gloss and slipping on her Jackie glasses. “We really shouldn't have gotten engaged without you meeting them, and now..." "Now it won't matter a thing," Charles said. "I'm going to love them. They're going to love me. We'll all love each other, and you'll be the happiest bride in the history of the county. Tell me I'm right." "Of course you're right." "Well, there's no arguing with a lady. Are we far?" The road turned a corner into a particularly boggy and desolate stretch. "Not far at all. We ought to be able to see the house soon." "Did you really grow up out here?" "All Darcies grow up here. This land has been in our family since before the sun shined. I want our own children to grow up here someday. In fact, they've just got to." "Of course they will," Charles said. "I'll build us a house here myself. I'm sure your pop will lease us the land. Or heck, I'll buy it off him outright. He won't mind selling us a piece once I'm family, right?" Before she could answer, they rounded another bend, and a big old house appeared, like something half-swimming in the swamp. Charles blinked. The place didn't look anything like he'd expected. It was big enough and obviously old enough, but it looked...not rundown, exactly. Tired, perhaps. Like a thing that had outlived its natural span. As he cruised to a stop ...