Shadows from the House of Scent Ch. 02

Author's notes: All characters are adults (18 or older). This story asks the question: "Could someone write their own future?" Perhaps. However, many secrets may lay hidden in the shadows.

1: The night filled with the sound of sex

Lizzy opened her eyes, realizing it was getting late and would need to rise early in the morning for work. She was still sitting on the couch. Amber was asleep with her head on her lap. Behind her, Dean was at the computer.

Her mind was filled with the image of the branding marks just above Amber's pussy. Symbols made permanent. They are clues about this girl. No, shadows. The shadows of her real past life. Hidden shadows, cast long, like those from the late afternoon sun. Like the empty Italian squares of paintings by Giorgio de Chirico. Mysterious and foreboding, surreal.

"Who is this girl? How and why did she drop into our lives at this moment?" she thought.

She moved the girl's hair, gently.

"Now. When I feel so weak. How could you have known I needed this and someone like you?" she whispered.

She studied Amber's face.

"This hour .... the evening hour that strives, Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea......"

Lizzy became contemplative -- paralyzed by a rush of thoughts. The patterns. If she thought more, she would turn melancholy.

"The throbbing hour. The violet hour."

She looked down at Amber's body. The t-shirt had ridden up revealing her pussy again. Lizzy looked over at Dean working at his makeshift desk, recently relocated in the corner of their living room. He was hidden behind his three monitors.

Lizzy turned back to look at Amber. The wisps of her auburn-colored pubic hair -- barely covering her pussy. The girl slept placidly. Unaware. Oblivious about her nakedness. Almost involuntarily, Lizzy ran her hand gently down the girl's body. Over her breasts. Down her smooth flat tummy. Amber didn't stir. She reached the girl's mons. Touching her pubic hairs -- letting them run between her fingers. Amber still didn't move. She wished it were her tongue.

From this angle, she could barely see the branding mark -- the Chinese characters she had seen previously.

She reached for her phone on the coffee table. Gently, and with two fingers, she pushed aside Amber's auburn-colored pubic hair to reveal the mark. Then, she quickly snapped a picture.

"Click." Inadvertently, her phone made a simulated shutter sound of an SLR camera.

Her eyes darted to Amber, hoping she hadn't stirred. She quickly lowered the phone's volume.

She looked at the photo, but it turned out blurry. She wet her fingers, and repeated the process, carefully matting the hairs aside, slowly so as to not awaken Amber. This time the hair stayed parted as she hastily took another photo. She checked the results and the branding mark was clearly visible in the photo.

"Gosh," she thought. "What could these symbols mean?"

"Amber... Amber... " she whispered. "Wake up honey."

The semi-naked young woman -- the recent visitor to their home -- stirred.

"Amber... Maybe you should go to bed?" Lizzy suggested softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as Amber lay curled up in her arms on the couch.

Despite having just met their new visitor only hours before, Lizzy felt a special affection for Amber. It was as if she were her niece. Or perhaps something more.

Lizzy observed Amber's features as she continued to sleep. She observed how her nose was dusted with freckles, translucent in the soft light, against her white skin beneath. She looked so peaceful. She hadn't looked at another woman like this ever - sexually, erotically, and with such desires.

"God, she is so pretty," Lizzy whispered. Her fingers ran gently and slowly through her auburn hair.

Amber shifted and sat up slowly, her movements languid. Her hair fell messily over her sleepy eyes, and she let out a gentle yawn.

"Okay, Auntie," she murmured.

"You must be so tired from your trip. You fell asleep immediately."

"Mmm."

"Come on. I'll help you up."

Lizzy rose from the couch first, offering her hand to help Amber up. As Amber stood, she wrapped her arm around Lizzy's waist, pulling her into a warm hug followed by a tender kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks for letting me stay here," her words tinged with sleepiness and a soft smile.

"You don't have to say thanks. This is your house now."

She smiled and gathered her things.

They walked towards Amber's new room. Dean, who had been working at his computer in the living room, joined them in the hallway. They stood for a moment outside her bedroom door, Dean's former office.

"Good night, Uncle Dean," Amber said sleepily, rising slightly on her tiptoes to encircle him in a hug and kiss him on his cheek. When she lifted her arms to hug her uncle, her t-shirt rode up revealing her nakedness beneath.

She closed the door behind her, crawled into her bed, and fell asleep immediately.

~~~~~~

The couple went to their bedroom. Rapidly, they were ripping each other's clothes off. This hadn't happened in a long time. In their normal routine, Dean would remain on the computer late, editing the scenes of his movie, while Lizzy would read in bed, eventually falling asleep with a novel in her hands.

Not tonight. Instead, they were naked and in a passionate embrace.

"Oh Dean," Lizzy said. "I want you inside me."

Dean's cock was already so hard. He rubbed it between her legs. She was already dripping. His cock moved between her slippery pussy lips. They kissed passionately as his cock rubbed against her entrance back and forth.

Neither would admit their arousal was due to Amber. It didn't seem right; succumbing to such an erotic taboo of incest.

"I love you," Lizzy whispered.

She wanted to hear him say that. He just kissed her more and rubbed her breasts. "Me too," he managed to say.

They fell onto the bed. They rolled over so that she was on top. He entered her easily.

"Jeez, what's up with you? You are so wet."

"And why are you so hard?" she responded, slightly defensively.

Dean pumped his cock into her faster and more energetically. Normally, he would cum quickly. She had become like a blow-up doll. But tonight, his thoughts may have been elsewhere. Just maybe, he was imagining that Lizzy was Amber. Perhaps, he was imagining her walking around the house without panties and exposing herself again. And, it was only the first night.

As Lizzy gyrated her hips to each thrust, he put his hands around her skinny body. He grabbed her tight ass cheeks, as he often did. Her small breasts dangled in his face as she bounced on his cock. However, he imagined they were Amber's nipples. Just the thought of it was the most erotic thing he ever experienced. He imagined he was fucking Amber.

"Oh, Dean. I love how you feel inside me."

"Mmm."

"Tell me you love me."

"Liz, you know I do."

"But, why don't you say it?" she whispered. It was barely audible as he pumped into her. "If only you would just say it," she thought. "Please. Just say it."

Her heart fell a bit. Somehow, his cock didn't feel at that moment as good as she wanted. It became just sex. Again. Just fucking her. She couldn't help it. Her thoughts wandered. Just like Dean, her mind flooded with images of their new visitor.

While she wasn't a lesbian or thought of other women, Amber was different. She wanted to touch her softness, and lick her pussy there on the couch while she slept. As Dean thrust into her, she imagined being in a sixty-nine position with Amber. Her mind was filled with the image of her on top, pushing her pelvis on Amber's mouth, while she licked Amber's soft pussy.

"I'm going to cum," he said. He quickened his pace.

She looked into his face. Into his eyes. He was her Dean. He was still so boyish and she was in love. "I'm being silly and too sensitive," she thought.

She then felt his thrusting cock jerk. Then she felt the warmness of his cum fill her. Her own orgasm sweeps over her.

"How can I be so silly?" she thought.

"Oh, Dean. I love you."

She kissed him all over. She wanted him to do the same even though she tried to convince herself that it didn't matter.

His panting subsided.

"Ready?"

She nodded.

He pulled his cock out of her. They both giggled. It tickled.

They always giggled when he pulled out of her like this. It was something they did. He was so boyish and it made her giddy.

After the effect of their climax subsided, they lay on their backs looking up at the ceiling. The moonlight that broke through the rain clouds streamed into the room.

She wanted to be held. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A beam of moonlight illuminated her naked body.

"In the throbbing hour..." Lizzy thought. "The violet hour."

~~~

Moments passed. They still lay side by side on their backs.

"I like your niece," Lizzy whispered.

They hadn't had such intense sex in a long time.

"Ya, she 's OK."

"Just OK?"

"Well, you know what I mean."

"Dean. Your cock has been hard since you came home from the airport. And then, with her pussy exposed on the couch you couldn't keep your eyes off her."

"That's not true," he protested.

She turned her head to him. He looked at her but then quickly back upward at the ceiling. He was never good at lying.

"No it wasn't!"

She reached over and felt his cock. It was twitching and getting hard again.

"And this? It doesn't lie."

"OK, ok," he admitted. "It's not every day that you see a naked girl sitting on your couch."

"Well, thanks a lot," she said. It seemed that Dean would not win this battle. "You see me naked plenty of times and it doesn't make you that hard."

"Liz," he started. When he called her Liz, he was trying to atone for something. "That's not true. You always make it hard."

She decided to drop it. Amber was very pretty and they both liked looking at her. Lizzy was a bit sensitive. And, maybe even jealous.

With her hand still on his hardening cock, she rolled over towards Dean and began to kiss his body. They were together. "This is what counts," she thought.

She felt his cum still leaking out of her pussy. He had cum a lot, she thought. More than normal. Any other time and both would have been cleaning up in the bathroom.

Not this time.

He didn't know, but she had her finger on her clit and was rubbing it slowly in circles. She imagined it was Amber's tongue.

~~~~~~

Amber awoke in the middle of the night. She lay there listening to the sounds in her new room. Every once in a while, she heard whispers and the rhythmic motion of her uncle's bedroom.

She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. The light of the moon entered her room. Shadows from the trees danced on her bedroom wall -- as if they were alive with the rhythm of sex from the other bedroom.

She listened more intently.

"Gosh, they are making love," she whispered. Her body reacted.

She felt her breasts. The idea of them making love produced a tingle and her nipples became hard.

"Gosh," she whispered, closing her eyes and imagining their bodies. "They're both so hot."

She then let her hands run down her body, feeling her flat tummy, and then the sparse strands of her pussy hair.

She stopped moving so that she could hear them. She imagined them making love. She imagined Lizzy's body and her uncle's cock entering her. Her fingers rubbed her labia, which were already slippery. First slowly, and then faster and faster, she moved her fingers along the outside of her pussy, but without entering.

"Oh, Uncle, stick your cock into me too," she whispers, as she crams her fingers into her slopping wet hole. "So that Aunt Lizzy can lick me afterward."

Her thoughts become more raunchy. She imagines his voice in her mind. He is forceful. It is as she likes it. Hard. He grabs her skinny body and commands her.

"Open your legs, you little cum slut. Your uncle is going to fuck you hard," she imagines him saying. She liked his derogatory way of talking to her -- to be humiliated like that.

He throws her on the bed as if she is a rag doll and violently opens her legs.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me, Uncle Dean."

"You would like that, wouldn't you? You are such a little slut."

"Yes."

"Touch it," he said.

She obeyed. His cock is so big. The biggest she has ever had. Her hands barely can wrap around it. But, she wants to guide it to her wet hole.

Imagining that she is directing it into her entrance, she puts two and then three fingers together, straining to stick them as far as she can into her wet cunt. It makes slurping sounds and is so dirty. She brings her fingers to her nose. It smelled so musky, and then she put them in her mouth, coating them with her saliva.

"Then, tell me what you are?"

"I'm your niece."

"What kind of a niece are you?"

"A slutty niece," she said.

"Yes. A nasty, filthy, slutty niece. Tell me your fantasies, Amber."

"I -- well, I don't know," she responded shyly.

"You are submissive. Aren't you?

"Yeah. A bit."

"A bit?"

"A lot."

"Yes. I know you are. And, you are a slave. Aren't you?"

She looks down with shame. But it is because her body is becoming aroused. She is wet.

"You love being a slave and you want to be trained both by me and Lizzy. Don't you?"

"Yeah."

"You are a bi-slave that would love to be told what to do. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want to be called?"

"I don't know."

"You want to be called Slave. Don't you?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

"Why do you want to be a horny little slave?"

"I guess it's because I want to be vulnerable and at your mercy. Being submissive and not having control."

"And you would let us do whatever we want with you?"

"Yeah."

"And you will be obedient. Right? And you want to be put in bondage and your orgasm controlled. Right?"

"Yeah."

"And you want to be humiliated. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I want to be humiliated and forced to do embarrassing things. Like forcing me to go outside naked. Or when we are out in the mall, all of a sudden tell me to strip naked and you would throw my clothing away. Or make me walk down a crowded street with my hands tied behind me to an anal plug."

"Very good. So you will be our pet and wear a collar and leash and cuffs. Right?

Amber nodded affirmatively.

"And being a pet, you will have to wear a big furry tail plug, and crawl around the floor naked eating your food from bowls. And, if we go to the park, you will have to walk on all fours naked with your tail plug."

The thought of being a pet made her nipples tingle and become even harder than they already were.

"Then, tell me again what you are?"

"I'm your slutty submissive niece who wants to be your slave. And fucked hard. By you and Aunt Lizzy."

"Yes, you are that. So, you will be my slave. OK? And you will also be your Aunty Lizzy's slave. Right?"

This turned her on even more. It is what she most desires. Her biggest fantasy. She thought about this for so long.

"Oh gosh yes, I want to be your little slut slave. Please, treat me hard, Uncle. I need to be whipped and punished for being so dirty."

"Kneel on the floor."

She obeyed. He pulled his cock out and she wrapped her hand around it. She brought it to her supple lips. She kissed the head. Her young lips were like big fluffy pillows. Her tongue slipped out and tasted his salty slit, leaking cum.

"Please," she whispered. Wanting. Not knowing how to be satisfied. Yearning with all her desire. Her insides aching to be filled.

"You like begging, don't you?"

She put her head down.

"Please, Uncle," she whispered. "Please fuck my hole. Fill my pussy with your cum."

Her imagination is making the situation so real. She hears the couple in the room next to them making love. She imagines him slapping her face. Her pleasure mixes with pain. She grabs her nipples and pulls hard, imagining that it is him.

"First, I will tie your wrists to the bed," he says.

She acts the scene out, spreading out her arms and imagining she can't move.

Then she imagines that he is whipping her, making crisscrosss marks on her body. With each lash, she twists and contorts her skinny naked body. She is covered in sweat.

He is on top of her. For better access, he undoes the ankle cuffs. He lifts her legs into the air and then back towards her head, fastening the cuffs to her wrist cuffs. Amber imagines her body completely exposed. It stretches her and is uncomfortable at first like this, but she is flexible, so she will be ok. Both her holes are so exposed and available.

She watches as he rubs his massive cock along the length of her tiny pussy. She is so frightened at the pain that she will feel as he enters her. But she wants that pain. She wants to be filled and she moves her pelvis to meet his cock.

"Please, Uncle Dean," she pants. "Fuck me in both holes."

Her body aches to be filled. He begins to pump into her. His large cock expanded her entrance. First slowly, and now with a rhythm that leaves her without breath.

She is so close to cumming. Her fingers are working her hole and her body is in the position of her imagination. He first acts as Uncle Dean's cock. It feels as real as if it were really happening.

He is ready to explode inside her. She wants to feel that warmth as he releases all his cum inside.

Suddenly, he speaks.

"And, I know your other secret. I will take you back there. And you will be owned. Like a real slave. It is what you want, right slut?"

~~~~~~

"No!" she says loudly, inadvertently.

She sits up abruptly. Panting. Shuddering.

She snaps immediately out of her sexual trance. She hoped they didn't hear her.

This time she went too far.

Yes. Far too far.

~~~~~~

With her door closed it was difficult to hear them. She stayed like this listening. Raindrops tapped and beaded on the window pains.

"The patterns," she whispered in the stillness of her room. The sound of rhythmic banging of the bed in the other room.

The soft tapping on the window seemed like a hidden message. "Are there patterns in the rain?"

She pushed it out of her mind and pulled back the covers, getting out of bed. Pulling her nightie off, she let it drop to the floor. She was naked. The night air was cold, but she was burning with desire.

Standing at the door to her bedroom, she carefully opened the latch and stepped out into the dark hallway, pausing just outside her bedroom. She noticed that the door was slightly ajar. She walked quietly down the hall. Carefully, she peered in through the crack. They were both breathing heavily. She could see Lizzy's naked body rocking back and forth on top of Dean with the moonlight that streamed inside.

She listened intently. It made her more aroused. She leaned against the wall of the hallway, turning her head to steal glances through the small opening. She saw their bodies rocking back and forth. While she watched, she used one hand to massage her breast underneath her t-shirt, while the fingers of her other hand rubbed back and forth against her clit.

The couple was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Their moaning became more uncontrolled. Amber removed her t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. Naked, she masturbated more furiously, rubbing back and forth, and pressing her clit against her pelvis bone. She pulled on her nipples with her other hand. She closed her eyes and listened. She wanted to be there in bed with both of them.

When she looked into the room again, Lizzy was moving faster, laboring towards an impending orgasm. She heard them whispering to one another, but couldn't understand what they were saying.

They were whispering to each other, "...Amber..." And then again ".... Amber...".

She heard her name!

They were talking about her while they were making love. They said Amber a few times, and Lizzy seemed to be more aroused by this. She moved faster and harder on Dean's cock.