Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 21:35:23</strong>
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				The peaceful little neighborhood of Springdale was quiet in the hot summer morning.&nbsp; Apart from a few sparse early morning exercisers and the mail man, it was virtually deserted.&nbsp; Not even the children, free from the oppression of their schools for the summer, were awake and out playing.&nbsp; In fact, besides a few protective dogs and the clicking of sprinklers as they watered the meticulously kept lawns, there wasn’t a sound to be heard other than the early morning sounds of nature awakening.<br><br>As the early morning became slowly later, the neighborhood seemed to be awakening as well.&nbsp; The young, early morning children were out and about, playing in the sprinklers or in tree houses with their friends.&nbsp; The few and proud housewives that didn’t mind being that soon came out, coffee in one hand, gardening sheers in the other.&nbsp; Soon, however, the unfamiliar sight of large moving trucks began pulling down the quiet little nook of James Court, bringing with them new neighbors to the close knit community.<br><br>One of the few people that watched the rather dull spectacle of the Move-In day was Madison Tennant.&nbsp; <br><br>The house Madison and her brother lived in was impressive, to say the least.&nbsp; From the outside, it looked like a miniature mansion in the neighborhood that was for the most part filled with the large houses.&nbsp; With it’s multiple rooms, basement, and large backyard that was perfect for entertaining, it was a marvel to some of the neighbors that such a young couple could afford the house.&nbsp; With Malcolm’s cushy job as an Architect designer and the inheritance from their parents’ deaths, however, the two of them had more than enough to&nbsp; make sure they had enough money for quite a long time.<br><br>Being right next door to the house in question, it was hard not to watch the new neighbors move into the house.&nbsp; For some that watched, it was all about gossip.&nbsp; What did they have?&nbsp; What kind of furniture did they own?&nbsp; Were they rich?&nbsp; Were they piss poor?&nbsp; For Maddy, however, it was all about scoping out her new neighbors.<br><br>She sat quietly on the large, white leather couch that faced and overlooked the house next door to her.&nbsp; Wearing only a black silk robe that she didn’t bother to close, the buxom woman watched in silence her new neighbors while enjoying the first cigarette of the day.&nbsp; Her long, silken dark hair was tied back into a lone pony tail, contrasting nicely against the soft paleness of her flesh.&nbsp; From the look of Madison, with her silken short robe haphazardly open and hair lazily tied back, it would seem to anyone as if she had just awakened from sleep.&nbsp; For the longest time, the only sounds in the quiet, luxurious and spacious sitting room was the sound of their Siberian Husky and Rottweiler playing around on the floor.&nbsp; She knew perfectly well that they were getting antsy, and she would have to take care of them in a special way only a true dog lover could. <br><br>As she watched the movers moving in the various pieces of furniture, the bored and lonely housewife decided to give her husband a little phone call at work.<br><br>“Canavan Designs and Architecture, this is Ben…” The masculine voice said on the other end of the phone.<br><br>Instantly Madison’s eyes light up as the devious smile curled upon her face.&nbsp; “Well hello Benny Boy…” She said casually with her naturally seductively smooth voice.&nbsp; “How is my husband’s sexy assistant today?”<br><br>A worried sigh came through the phone.&nbsp; “Don’t say that Mrs. Tennant…&nbsp; What we did was wrong…” The quieted voice of her husband’s twenty year old assistant said.&nbsp; <br><br>Maddy laughed at the boy’s foolish attempt to avoid the topic.&nbsp; “Oh come now Benjamin…&nbsp; You fucked my ass so hard and good that one night in the office, and you still talk to me like a stranger…&nbsp; That’s not very nice…” <br><br>A pause came from the young man before he finally spoke up.&nbsp; “Please stop that, Madison…”<br><br>“Stop that?&nbsp; I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say those words before Benny…” She remarked as she took a deep, long drag of her cigarette.&nbsp; “The closest thing to that was more like ‘Please…&nbsp; Don’t stop…&nbsp; Oh God yes…’”<br><br>“Can…&nbsp; Can I do something for you…&nbsp; Madison?” The young man said with some difficulty to maintain his composure.&nbsp; It was clear he was still so afraid of losing his job, even when he was blissfully unaware her husband knew all about it, even going so far as allowing her to fuck him.&nbsp; <br><br>After giggling a little bit from his reaction, she finally decided enough was enough.&nbsp; As fun as it was to mess with her husband’s young assistant, she wanted to talk to him.&nbsp; “Put my husband on the phone.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 22:18:04</strong>
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				He'd had a talent for straight lines ever since he was a kid.&nbsp; Even now he was one of the only architects in the entire world that could design without a ruler for the angles.&nbsp; Still, out of an anal retentive desire for perfection, he usually ended up double and triple checking things with various pieces of equipment as the designs began to come to life on the page.&nbsp; This project was boring him.&nbsp; Even if it tended to pay better and be more consistant, he hated doing government work.&nbsp; Everything was so structured and organized and there was so little room for him to work anything into it.&nbsp; He'd much rather be working on some lottery winner's McMansion... they always accepted his designs as gospel, gleefully eating up whatever his head created.<br><br>What disturbed him most was when he had specific measurement codes to work through.&nbsp; He liked to put codes into his measurements as he made them.&nbsp; Little subtle things that wouldn't effect the building in the least.&nbsp; Numbers representing the letters of his sister's name.&nbsp; Or the date of her birth.&nbsp; Without being so blatant about it, Malcolm had been putting Madison's name over this city ever since they'd moved here to get away from anywhere that recognized them as family.&nbsp; She was his Goddess, his loyal slave.&nbsp; Ever since the first time he'd raped her, the two shared a love that most people couldn't understand.&nbsp; So long as she worshipped him, the rest of the world should in turn be made to worship her...<br><br>Malcolm leaned back in his chair and pushed his glasses up his nose to rub at the bridge before turning to look out his window at the city that bore so much of his sister's name.&nbsp; It was like magic the way he'd imprinted her on the town.&nbsp; Consigning the soul of the city to her as if it were his right of Psychopomp.&nbsp; His reflection stared back at him, like a ghost towering over the city beyond the glass.&nbsp; Sandy brown hair had gone gray more with stress than it had with age.&nbsp; He had the same sky blue eyes as his sister... his wife.&nbsp; The love of his life.<br><br>His assistant was trying his best to hide the sound of shame and embarassment on his voice when he buzzed in to tell Malcolm that his soul mate was on the line holding for him.&nbsp; He'd just left the house, she couldn't have already found someone she needed his permission to take into bed could she?&nbsp; "Benjamin is blushing, darling," he said as he picked up the phone, "Are you still harassing him about the Christmas Party?&nbsp; You know he thinks I don't know about it, don't you?"&nbsp; He kept the phone close to his ear as he let his chair drift away from his desk for a moment, "It's early, my Love..." he said with a hint of curiosity, "Even for you.&nbsp; Everything is okay, isn't it?" he kept a firm tone with her, often letting it sound like he was speaking to a child.&nbsp; Sometimes she would call him just for permission to eat breakfast, asking him to specifically tell her what to make for herself.&nbsp; Sometimes she'd call for permission to use the bathroom.&nbsp; Every time she asked for permission for anything... it thrilled him.&nbsp; Often he would deny her just for the sense of power it gave him over her.<br><br>"If you're thinking about fucking someone, darling..." he said as he licked his lips and imagined her, "No.&nbsp; Not today.&nbsp; I have plans for dinner that I don't want spoiled by your <em>fatigue</em> like last night."&nbsp; He smirked and let out a soft chuckle, "But I think I told you that already, didn't I?&nbsp; So certainly you're not calling about that..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 22:41:44</strong>
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				Once again the devious smirk came to her face at her brother’s words.&nbsp; She couldn’t help herself as he talked.&nbsp; The mere way he spoke, exuding that natural dominance was enough to send her body into a frenzy.&nbsp; Slowly her hand began to trail along the little narrow valley between her ample pale breasts as Madison’s mind began to wander the perverted taboo thoughts of her brother.<br><br>“You forgot to fix me my drink today before you left, Sir…&nbsp; I hope you’ll save all of it for me for when you get home…” She said, a smile coming across her face as she spoke so casually about his piss, and she knew all too well he liked the dirty, raunchy talk only she could provide him.&nbsp; Every day she started her day off with his urine, whether directly from the source, or from a thermos he generously filled for her every day before he left.&nbsp; Without it, it was like a part of her day was gone and missing, as if she weren’t whole.<br><br>“I thought you would like to know our new Neighbors are moving in, Sir.” She answered obediently to her Master’s questioning.&nbsp; “I haven’t seen them yet, Sir, but the movers are already moving things inside the house.&nbsp; When you get home, maybe You and I could go and introduce ourselves…”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 23:13:48</strong>
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				"My Goddess... I would never," he said defensively, with a hint of chastisement in his tone that made it sound like he would have to come up with a punishment when next he saw her.&nbsp; He admired the photograph of her that he kept on his desk, running his pinky over the curve of her cheek as he spoke with her, "I simply hid the blue thermos in the spare bedroom because I was hoping you would drink from the pink one that I had you fill.&nbsp; I'm insulted that you'd even imply such a cruel thing from me.&nbsp; Just for that, you can't play with the dogs until I get home, either," he taunted even before he listened to what she had to say about the neighbors.<br><br>"It's honestly about time, I remember the house was sold... it seems like ages ago now.&nbsp; You were still seeing that redheaded woman from the private school," he tried to remember.&nbsp; The house had sat empty for so long since he and his sister had moved in, and while the rest of the cul-de-sac was friendly, they'd never really been the Stepford Neighborhood that he'd promised his beautiful wife on the day they'd married one another.&nbsp; She wanted to be the filthy family with the darkest secret in the cleanest neighborhood.&nbsp; But very rarely did their current neighbors ever come over to see her.&nbsp; He smiled, "I hope they're married.&nbsp; We could use another couple to do things with," he said knowing full well the images that would play through her mind, even though he meant the statement to be as innocuous as it sounded.<br><br>"You may go over before I get home," he said with a smile that carried into his tone, "But don't sleep with anyone.&nbsp; Invite them over for dinner, get to know them.&nbsp; Play that role as clean wife that you've been rehearsing in the mirror every morning while you think I don't notice," he teased.&nbsp; "But darling... wear your anal beads when you visit them," he taunted, "And my love.&nbsp; Do have a breathmint after you empty both of your thermoses, won't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 23:28:27</strong>
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				Madison pouted at her Master’s punishment.&nbsp; Not only was she not allowed to have any fun with any one, but now her dogs were taken out of the question.&nbsp; It was unfair in her mind, almost a sense of being set up by her brother for a punishment.&nbsp; He knew perfectly well she wanted his piss more than her own.&nbsp; Sighing softly, she looked over at the two dogs that sat off in the corner.<br><br>“You hear that boys?” She asked them loud enough for Malcolm to hear through the phone.&nbsp; “Daddy says I can’t play with you today.”<br><br>The large Husky let out a loud bark that echoed through the large sitting room.<br><br>“I think Snowflake was looking forward to fucking this morning…&nbsp; He’s been very aggressive lately…&nbsp; Oh well…” She said quietly, as if talking more to herself with a sense of being bummed out than anything else.&nbsp; “I’ll go over soon, Sir, right after I follow your commands.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 02:59:11</strong>
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				"Very good, my Darling..." he said with a sense of longing.&nbsp; Being apart from her was always a tiny slice of his own private Hell.&nbsp; Every moment felt somehow incomplete, like a piece of him was missing.&nbsp; It made expressing emotion and empathizing with others difficult, he spent so much of his work day in a haze just counting the minutes until he could go home.&nbsp; It was especially true of the days when he had to work on such boringly structured projects.&nbsp; A sigh escaped his lips as he clearly had lost interest in his work day already, it was a sound she would have heard on the work phone a hundred times before.&nbsp; His anxiousness to be with her again.<br><br>Still, he didn't let it come through in the tone he used to speak with her.&nbsp; He held onto the firlm hand as if he were pulling on a choke chain and reminding her how to behave, "But darling.&nbsp; If you decide at some point you want to use your mouth to play.&nbsp; That I might grant permission for you to do," he said with a tease.&nbsp; Might was always such a dangerous word that he liked to tempt her with.&nbsp; Sometimes he would tell her that he might allow her to do something only to then come home later and punish her, saying that he'd decided not to allow it after all.&nbsp; Never anything as bad as the few times she really misbehaved... but it was always a present option.&nbsp; Sometimes he feared that she enjoyed the punishments more than she did whatever behavior led to them, but he would never call her on that.&nbsp; Their marriage was too perfect.&nbsp; His beautiful sister's eyes stared back at him from the photograph, the smile of the not-so-virgin bride warming his heart every time he looked upon her.<br><br>"You'll call me again before lunch to tell me how much you enjoyed the tea that I prepared for you?" he said with a smirk as someone came into his office to hand him something.&nbsp; "I simply can't wait until I see you, my love."
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				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 03:23:40</strong>
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				A wicked smile came across her face.&nbsp; Tea, the old code word for piss.&nbsp; "Oh I will baby...&nbsp; You know how I love your hot tea...&nbsp; Have fun at work sweetheart." She said, blowing a kiss into the phone before hanging up with a wide smile.&nbsp; While playing with boys was fun, nothing made her smile as wide as simply talking to Him.&nbsp; He was her everything, the one man she gave everything up for.&nbsp; Her friends, her family, everything was gone, thrown away all for him.&nbsp; No one could understand the special relationship the two of them shared.&nbsp; If they knew the truth, she and Malcolm would have been shunned by society.&nbsp; Now, with a fake identity and background, she could live freely and happily with the man of her dreams.<br><br>Ever the obedient slave to her husband, the little raven haired woman eventually rose from her spot on the couch.&nbsp; The dogs instantly looked up at her with those heart string pulling eyes, hoping she would grant the two of them carnal pleasures.<br><br>“Not today boys.” She said with a mischevious grin.&nbsp; “Mommy has orders to do.”<br><br>For the better part of the late morning and early afternoon, Madison showered and cleaned herself up, washing away the sweat and cum from the previous night of fun.&nbsp; Before long, the sultry twenty five year old was dressed in a simple white and red skirt, along with a red halter top.&nbsp; True to her word and command, she didn’t waste any time in placing the special anal beads.&nbsp; The thermoses could wait, she reasoned.&nbsp; There was no sense in rushing and hurrying through her husband’s special golden nectar when she could savor it later in front of him.<br><br>It was around two in the afternoon, well after the movers had left, that Madison casually walked across the well kept lawns and made her way up to the new neighbors’ house.&nbsp; Softly she knocked upon the door, anxiously waiting to see just who was moving in.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>King of the Middlecards</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 10:13:03</strong>
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				For the better part of the day, the young writer was directing the movers around the house. Making sure that the right bed was in the right room, that the furniture was at least in pretty good possitions; Cat would&nbsp; likely want things fine tuned later. The really important things were getting the big four-poster bed in the bedroom, and his desk and bookshelves into the room that would become his work room. Most of the furniture that decorated the house was of the more modern design; lots of metal and glass. Some of the tables even had led lights underneath them, giving the room some mood lighting when they were turned on.<br><br>As it stood at the moment however, boxes covered the tables, some of the furniture, and where stacked seemingly randomly in the living room. As annoying as all of the boxes were to sort through and move to their intended places for depacking, Jacob perfered to do it himself rather than having to wait for a mover to put it in the room. Not that there was a lot of stuff in the boxes that would raise questions, it was more a matter of complete strangers checking inside of the boxes that weren't completely taped shut.<br><br>When Madison came to the door and knocked softly, Jacob didn't actually hear it, he was busy moving some of the boxes around in his study, however, the door swung open easily, even from her gentle rapping, allowing her to walk in if she chose to do so.
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				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 19:22:38</strong>
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				As if it were some kind of haunted house, the front door of the house slowly creaked open as Madison knocked on the door.&nbsp; Pausing for a moment from not knowing just what to do in this situation, she soon peaked her head into the foyer.&nbsp; She saw only boxes, filling the halls and spilling into some of the other rooms as she could see.&nbsp; <br><br>“Don’t mind if I do…” Madison muttered under her breath as she slowly pushed the door open a little more and walked into the doorway.&nbsp; <br><br>Her heals softly clicked against the floor as she entered the house, her eyes freely wandering across the boxes that were placed throughout the house.&nbsp; “Helllllo?” She called out through the house, her feminine voice carrying throughout much of the various rooms as she stood in the foyer.&nbsp; “Anybody home?&nbsp; Or should I help myself to whatever I want?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>King of the Middlecards</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 22:34:09</strong>
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				Perhaps the first thing she might have noticed about the boxes was how most of them were not marked for what room they belonged to, or that none of them were taped close on the top, but simply folded over. It was almost as if the packing was more of a rush job.<br><br>Before she got a direct responce, from inside the study came a grunting, straining voice. "Why does... paper... weight so.... much! Gah!" Followed by a loud thump as the box dropped the last few inches to the floor. A moment later, Jacob walked out of the study, one fist at his lower back as he stretched it out by leaning back. He looked to be about her age, with mid-length, shaggy dark blond or light brown, depending on how you wanted to look at it, hair. His thin face was covered in short stubble, most likely because he hadn't shaved all morning, except for under his lip which sported a soul patch. He was tall and lean, sporting a runners build, wearing shorts and a Boston College sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, despite the heat of the warm summer day. "Uh... Hello there. Welcome to our home..." He had a soft spoken voice, now that he wasn't straining while carrying a heavy box. "Can I uh..." He looked around the room... there wasn't really a place to sit, "get you something?" <br><br>Didn't he see her earlier, watching the movers? She was certainly attractive, and seemed to be carrying herself in a mischevious, yet sensual way. And while he was married, he wasn't dead. He wasn't overtly checking her out though. More studying her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 23:13:35</strong>
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				For a moment, Madison stood in silence as she took in the sight of the man before her.&nbsp; <br><br>Everything about him looked yummy to her eyes.&nbsp; His mid-length, shaggy hair, his relatively rugged look to his face, and the sweat, oh did she love the sweat.&nbsp; To Maddy, there was nothing as sexy as a man covered in sweat, especially as he loomed over fucking her.&nbsp; There was some kind of lustful pleasure in that animal, beast like sex, making her feel all the more dirty with a worked up man drilling her.&nbsp; It took her a few brief seconds to snap out of the lustful day dream before turning on her charm with a smile that could kill as she outstretched her dainty little feminine hand.<br><br>"I'm Madison...&nbsp; I live right next door, and thought I would introduce myself." She greeted, her voice charming with that seductive tone to it.&nbsp; "Pleasure to me you...?"
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				Post by: <strong>King of the Middlecards</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 08:03:46</strong>
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				He snapped out of his revere after an awkward moment, then stepped forward to take her tiny hand in his broader, and surprisingly soft and uncalloused, hand. "I'm Jacob. It's a pleasure to meet you Madison."&nbsp; He replied with a shy smile. "Uh... Let me move some of these boxes so you can sit down." He added after a moment, before hurriedly moving over to the couch and grabbing quickly stacking the boxes on the hard wood floor next to the couch, then shoved them across the floor so they would be, more or less, out of the way, but leaving the white sheet over the couch. "So, how long have you lived in the neighborhood?" He asked without looking at her, moving over to a low backed chair adjacent to the couch and removed the box from it, dropping it to the floor, where it fell with a soft thump. The contents inside pushing up at the folded over top, with a thin black strap popping out. He hastily pushed it to the side of the chair. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 19:27:36</strong>
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				A coy, devious grin came to Madison’s face upon seeing the box being moved.&nbsp; Although it was difficult to tell what it was exactly, it was clear that whatever it was had to be somewhat embarrassing.&nbsp; Simply moving it out of sight did nothing but to draw more attention to it.&nbsp; No matter how far Jacob put it out of sight, his mere moving it brought all of the attention of Madison to the little strap sticking out from the box.<br><br>Softly Maddy sighed at his question, as if trying to think back to exactly when they moved in to the neighborhood.&nbsp; It was something she wasn’t going to forget easily.&nbsp; Clearly she could remember the day when Malcolm took his darling little sister and fucked her in every single room of the house, even outside on the back lawn.<br><br>“Oh it’s been a while now, or at least it feels like it…” She said, reminiscing about everything from the day she turned 18 and moved in.<br><br>As she sat on the couch, the wanton Madison had no shame in teasing Jacob as she sat across from him.&nbsp; Ever so slightly to portray a unconscious movement, she slowly parted her thighs, offering him a glimpse of her little cunt tucked away.&nbsp; It was something she did with practically everyone she met.&nbsp; There was something with in her, some sort of exhibitionist, that loved the power trip of making a man flustered and distracted with merely her beauty and body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King of the Middlecards</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 00:47:33</strong>
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				His eyes unintentionally tracked down to the movement of her shapely legs, the sight of her pussy kept them there for a longer moment. His creative mind instantly flashed images of interesting things to do with and to her little cunt. Mostly positions, some fetishes, a few fantasy things. A blush rising in his cheeks, an erection in his pants, his thumb shot to the ring on his finger, reminding himself that he was a married man. Jacob sat back into the chair, shifting and crossing his legs by placing one ankle over the other knee, partially obstructing his view up her skirt, as well as blocking her view of his arousal.<br><br>After another moment, he cleared his throat to keep it from sounding shaky or horse. "So, is it a good neighborhood?" He asked, while forcing his mind down other roads, ones that didn't involve anything penetrating her pretty pink center. Instead, he thought of puppies and flowers, and what his wife would say if she came home and saw him staring a their new neighbors cunt. Instead his mind went down another path upon thinking of his lovely wife, one of the handful of women he'd ever been intimate with. Images if what she would look like in the new lingerie that he'd bought for her when they found out they'd gotten the house. The lingerie that had tried to escape the box that was in the chair when he put it on the floor.
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				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 18:15:41</strong>
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				Her laugh seemingly echoed throughout the sparsely decorated room.&nbsp; Whether she was laughing at his attempt to evade her subtle suggestions and wanton exhibitionism, or if she was merely laughing at his question, it was unclear.&nbsp; "Oh yes, a very nice neighborhood.&nbsp; There isn't much that happens around here, hence why you're already the talk of the neighborhood with just your move-in."
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				Post by: <strong>King of the Middlecards</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 23:55:04</strong>
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				"Well, as long as they're not nosey, it'll certainly be a nice change of pace." He said in a soft, thoughtful tone, while stroking the hair under his lip between his forefinger and thumb. He had a feeling she was laughing more at him then his question. He was always uncomfortable around attractive women, and he was sure he was embarressing himself with her. <br><br>"Do you need a drink?" He asked as he suddenly rose up, hurriedly adjusting his sweatshirt so that it helped conceal his swollen lump in his shorts, which was, for a brief instant, at about eye level with her. "If you'll excuse me, I'll go get some water for us, unless you'd perfer something else?" He didn't really wait for an answer before heading to the kitchen. Unintentionally, he left her unwatched with the box she had been curious about just moments before. <br><br>From the kitchen, the sounds of a box being opened and water run could be heard, as he splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to settle himself down.
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				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 04:38:08</strong>
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				"Oh I'm fine thank you very much..." Madison began with a charming smile to her face.&nbsp; Idly she sat up, staring at the noticeable bulge in his shorts before he moved off towards the kitchen.&nbsp; Truth of the matter was, she was already awaiting her beverages at home that sat waiting for her with it's golden warmth.&nbsp; Already she knew it would be the only thing she would drink besides a cocktail she had earlier, and she wanted Malcolm to watch his little sister down every last hot drop of urine down her throat.<br><br>Once Jacob left, Madison's curiosity couldn't be stopped.&nbsp; She had to know what the man was so dead set on hiding from her.&nbsp; It was only once he was out of the room and in the kitchen that she darted over to the box, stealthily opening it before he could come back.&nbsp; <br><br>What she found was admittedly a little bit of surprise.&nbsp; The little black strap belonged to a pair of crotchless panties, with a jelly blue vibrator wrapped up and sticking out from another pair of skimpy lingerie.&nbsp; Suppressing a little smirk, she quickly and quietly closed the box up before sitting back onto the couch, acting as nothing had happened.&nbsp; <br><br>"You have such a lovely home here..." She called out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowedScreams</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 08:29:37</strong>
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				Cathrine yawned as she climbed out of the car after parking it beside the moving van. She'd been up since dawn, before the van arrived with everything, Cat had stopped in for a final interview with the local district's school board. She'd be starting as an assistant for the high school in history classes during summer school and if she did well enough, be given her own classes to teach in the regular school year this upcoming September. She brushed her dark auburn hair out of her eyes and swept it behind her ear, the majority of it was pulled up into a french twist, lending a much needed mature air to the young woman. She'd only just graduated from her college courses to get a degree and had been lucky to find this open position, it was something fresh graduates usually weren't 'allowed' to do. She'd expected to be 'stuck' watching Elementary kids for ten years before moving up.<br><br>She sighed to herself as she adjusted her heather gray suit, very pleased over how well things were going for her and Jacob. His first book was earning terrific royalties, paying for the house they were now moving into. It had been a steal, really, bought a while ago, but the payments debunked and it went into foreclosure almost immediately. Cool green eyes highlighted with just a hint of kohl and mascara surveyed the room as she walked in. "Hm, still a lot to do, I see..." she muttered softly in a voice that told of infinite patience possessed by its bearer. Then she noticed the woman on the couch. "Oh. Hello there. Welcoming committee, I take it? Either that or I'll have to have a talk with my dear love about what he does while I'm at work..." she spoke laughingly, obviously teasing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 09:24:59</strong>
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				Oh with such passion did he hate rectangular buildings.&nbsp; Even if he had more freedom with the design than a government contract allowed, the lot on which he had to design this piece didn't allow for any fun work.&nbsp; He liked to make his proposals pop out with twists and unusual choices that really made people notice his work.&nbsp; This?&nbsp; This was boring.&nbsp; Rectangles on top of rectangles on top of rectangles.&nbsp; He liked to play Tetris with his designs.&nbsp; Fitting things in such a way that it seemed like a magical little world inside buildings he created.&nbsp; Subtlety hiding the dimensions of a floor so that he could make areas seem larger or smaller at a whim.<br><br>He had only his success to blame.&nbsp; If the governer hadn't been such a big fan of some of his more elaborate designs, they probably wouldn't have requested Malcolm's name on this project.&nbsp; But it was mired in the obligations and red tape.&nbsp; They were requesting him, when they didn't really want him.&nbsp; They just wanted his name for the few voters that might actually recognize it.&nbsp; The truly painful thing was that he could finish this design in his sleep if the project just didn't drain him of any semblance of interest so efficiently.<br><br>Rolling up the papers and sliding them into a tube he let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose again.&nbsp; Mundane meniality meant that he was feeling human.&nbsp; Disgusting.&nbsp; At home he had his precious sister who did everything in her power to make him feel like a god.&nbsp; Mortality was the last sensation he wanted to feel during the course of his day.&nbsp; Idly he pulled his phone out from his shirt pocket and looked at the display.&nbsp; It was a picture of his raven haired muse smiling flirtatiously back at him with her wedding ring prominently displayed.&nbsp; Likely, it was probably the cleanest photo of her that existed on the phone.&nbsp; The smile was what made him look at it more often than anything else.&nbsp; How long, he wonderred, had it been since she'd called him?&nbsp; It felt like decades had passed... but an hour or two were far more likely.<br><br>He pushed his way out of the office, "Benny, they don't need me here for this," he said with a bored groan, "I'm taking the designs home, I'll finish them up there and bring them back on Monday," he said without once looking at the man that had railed his wife in that very office at the last Christmas party.<br><br>Pressing a few buttons on the phone he redialed his beautiful sister, his adoring wife, "The office is boring me today, my love," he said as he got into the elevator.&nbsp; The people around the office were used to his somewhat eccentric way of talking on the phone, especially when it was his wife.&nbsp; Always his dialogue was very carefully selected, code that only she and he were genuinely able to translate, "I think I'm going to come home early.&nbsp; Is the house clean?" he said.&nbsp; That was code - <em>are you currently sleeping with anyone that's going to react negatively to my arrival mid-coitous?</em> "I hope you haven't forgotten your promise," he said with a hint of a tease.&nbsp; Again a code - <em>Of course, you'd better not be fucking anyone when I told you not to, today.</em><br><br>There were other voices on the phone, "Darling.&nbsp; Are those our neighbors?&nbsp; Are they interesting people?" this wasn't so much code as a more polite way of phrasing the question about how she sized them up, "Are they coming over for lunch?&nbsp; Perhaps we'll make it a foursome," he said tauntingly.&nbsp; Given the nature of his relationship with his sister... that could have been taken as code or not...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 20:24:44</strong>
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				The sound of the car pulling in to the driveway alerted Madison that someone was home, most likely the owner of the panties and toy that were haphazardly buried within the contents of the cardboard box.&nbsp; Through the windows, she could see it was a woman, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know it was Jacob's wife.&nbsp; Quietly Maddy pulled her skirt down somewhat and buttoned up another button on her shirt.&nbsp; It wouldn't do good to make it seem as if she was the neighborhood slut, even if she was behind closed doors.<br><br>She made a quick check to ensure the box was the exact way she left it earlier.&nbsp; It was another quality of Madison that just couldn't be ignored.&nbsp; She was the absolute best at deceiving and making sure everything seemed normal.&nbsp; That was the story of her life with her brother.&nbsp; No one knew the truth behind their unique and taboo relationship, and if they did, it was clear that they would at least be run out of town with blackened, disgraced names and identities.&nbsp; It was relatively simpler when they were back home, hiding their relationship from only their parents.&nbsp; Now that they were out in the open, it was hard enough to hide the somewhat familiar resemblance between the two of them.<br><br>Cathrine's playful and joking demeanor as she entered the room put Madison at ease slightly.&nbsp; It would not do good to start off on the wrong, awkward foot, she reasoned.&nbsp; Although socially deviant, Maddy at least wanted to fit in somewhat with people in regular society, when she was allowed out.&nbsp; With a smile and soft laugh, she extended her hand out to Cat as she stood up from the covered couch.&nbsp; "Hey there...&nbsp; I'm Madison from next door..." She said warmly.<br><br>Before another word could be spoken, the sound of her phone going off in her purse could be heard.&nbsp; Quickly she grasped it before shooting Catherine an apologetic look.&nbsp; "I'm so sorry, I have to take this..." She said with a hint of embarrassment at interrupting the introductions to take the phone call from her husband.&nbsp; If it was one thing she didn't want to do, it was to make Malcolm wait on her.<br><br>With her phone and purse in hand, she quietly stepped out onto the front lawn of her neighbor's house to answer the all important phone call.&nbsp; Ever the obedient and well-trained slave, she waited patiently before speaking.&nbsp; It was never good, nor prudent, to interrupt her master and lover and brother.&nbsp; "I can't wait for you to come home, Sir...&nbsp; The house is very clean, as per your orders.&nbsp; I haven't gotten around to drinking my special Tea today.&nbsp; I thought it would be better to wait for you to come home so that you can make sure I get it all down."<br><br>"I'm at our neighbor's house now.&nbsp; They're quite an interesting couple.&nbsp; I think you would like them...&nbsp; I'll invite them over for lunch if you'd like."&nbsp; Again, ever the clever and patient deceiver, she never once allowed anyone if they were listening in know the true nature of their conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King of the Middlecards</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 21:18:14</strong>
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				Jacob toweled the cold water off of his face, then pulled out a tall glass and rinsed it out quickly before filling it with water and exiting the kitchen. The only sign of what he'd done were fresher lines of moisture around the collar of his sweat shirt, which could easily be dismissed for simply a sweat.<br><br>When he heard the voice of his wife, he sighed softly to himself. Hopefully he could focus more on her than the new neighbor. He needn't have worried, as Jacob exited the kitchen, Madison was excusing herself to answer her cell phone. He shrugged and turned to his new wife. "How did it go? Did you get the job? When do you start?" He asked as he glanced past her to see the raven tressed woman out side on their front lawn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 09:14:56</strong>
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				Just the sound of her voice was enough to brighten his mood.&nbsp; Everything about her was so flawlessly executed and manicured, her cadence and her use of words.&nbsp; Just the right amount of respect and admiration in her tone.&nbsp; Never overboard... or without emotion.&nbsp; She wasn't a doll or a robot, there was always a passion that he could percieve in her voice.&nbsp; The circle of pleasure.&nbsp; She took joy in that her actions caused him joy, and he took joy in the things he did for her.&nbsp; So much less black and white than what was associated with the word 'slave', a term that Madison had been the first to use in their relationship.&nbsp; A smile came over his face as she spoke.&nbsp; His Goddess was in their Heaven, and all was right with the world, "Of course, my darling.&nbsp; But company will mean all that much longer before I can play with you," he taunted.<br><br>"You're going to make Tuna Salad sandwiches," he instructed.&nbsp; Many husbands would have phrased it differently, he knew.&nbsp; But his sister didn't require him to tell her that he thought it would be tasty if she made tuna salad... it wasn't a matter of request.&nbsp; In all the years since he'd first taken her as his own, they had come to an understanding.&nbsp; He didn't need to ask for anything.&nbsp; His will was enough to make it so.&nbsp; And she knew just how he liked it made.&nbsp; Albacore, mayonaise, relish instead of pickles, onions, with lettuce and tomato with a single slice of swiss cheese.&nbsp; On white bread.&nbsp; And woe to her if she dared slip celery into it.&nbsp; He hated celery.&nbsp; Though it was one of those little things he'd caught her doing on occasion deliberately to sneak a punishment out of him.<br><br>"If you're a good hostess, perhaps I'll let you sleep in the bed with me tonight," he tempted her.&nbsp; Usually they shared a bed, but a transgression a few weeks ago had required he punish her, and he'd had to put Madison on something of a probation.&nbsp; Nightly he had been locking her inside her little cage in the closet so that he could watch her as he fell asleep.&nbsp; Barely large enough for her to manuever into a few scrunched positions inside.&nbsp; A more effective punishment, obviously, would have been locking her in the cage in the basement... but that would be just as difficult on him.&nbsp; He couldn't sleep without her in the room.&nbsp; Her smells, her sounds, her presense.&nbsp; He needed her close to feel comfortable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowedScreams</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 23:59:41</strong>
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				Cat had begun to reach her hand over to shake Madison's before the phone went off. She smiled and nodded a pardon, infinitely patient about the awkward situation. She was an obviously Irish blooded woman, from the dark auburn hair and milky pale skin, right down to the freckles dusting her nose, but she didn't seem to have much of a temper or harshness about her. Most women got the nickname of Cat for being a 'scratcher', or a 'hisser'. Cat got hers for being a 'purrer' who cuddled her oldest and dearest friends as if they were family.<br><br>She turned to Jacob with a gentle and loving smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek without the slightest hint of suspicion. "They were impressed enough to offer me work at the high school. I'll start next week when the summer session begins." She nuzzled the side of her head into her husband's arm, grasping it lightly and glancing over through the open door at Maddy as she spoke into her phone. "So... what color are her eyes?" she teased and grinned slyly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 00:45:23</strong>
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				Meanwhile, back outside, Madison was still on the phone with Malcolm.<br><br>Her bright emerald eyes light up at the sound of his words.&nbsp; Back in the bed.&nbsp; Oh how she longed to be allowed back in the bed next to him.&nbsp; Nothing gave her more peace of mind and joy to sleep next to him in the bed.&nbsp; Although she slept in the closet during her punishment, she never felt quite as safe and secure like she did when she was allowed to sleep in the bed with him.&nbsp; With him, it was like nothing could ever harm her.&nbsp; He was still, and always was, her big, protecting brother, and she his loving little sister.&nbsp; Tonight, there would be no deviances from his words and law.&nbsp; Punishments weren't as valuable to her as sleeping in the same bed with him was.<br><br>"I'll get right on it now Sir.&nbsp; It will be the best you've ever had." She said brightly, obviously hopeful for his approval and reward.&nbsp; Turning her head slightly to the door of her neighbors, she softly sighed, knowing how rude it was to keep them waiting.&nbsp; "I have to go Sir.&nbsp; &nbsp;Please hurry home?&nbsp; I miss you Daddy..." She added with a devious teasing grin.&nbsp; The one pet name she knew drove him crazy.&nbsp; Hanging up the phone, she casually dropped it back into her purse and acted as if nothing had happened as she walked up the stairs to the house.<br><br>"I hope I'm not interrupting..." She said with a polite, warm smile as she stood in the doorway.&nbsp; "...but my husband is coming home soon, and I know he would just love to meet the two of you.&nbsp; Why don't you both come over for lunch?&nbsp; Surely you don't want to travel too far tonight with all this furniture to move around."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 08:12:49</strong>
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				She was teasing him.&nbsp; That was something she'd have to pay for later, he thought with something of a wry grin on his face.&nbsp; Neither of them had ever known their father, really.&nbsp; He'd been around long enough for Malcolm to have some vague memories of the man, but all he'd ever really given Madison was a name.&nbsp; After that, he'd just disappeared.&nbsp; There was a string of would-be step-fathers that their mother brought home... some nice, some various kinds of abusive.&nbsp; Each one more pathetic and weak spined than the last.&nbsp; Their mother had never really had the kind of taste that Malcolm and Madison had shared in choosing a mate.&nbsp; Systematically, she'd pick weak men in the hopes that eventually one of them would be too codependant to leave.&nbsp; None of them had been.<br><br>Maddy had been sixteen when their mother had found out about their... relationship.&nbsp; Malcolm could remember when she kicked him out, but more importantly, he could remember when Madison had run away to find him.&nbsp; Bouncing around had never been fun.&nbsp; Having to move every time someone figured out that she was his sister.&nbsp; He had made a promise to her that Springdale was going to be the last place they moved to.&nbsp; No more running, no more hiding.&nbsp; They had found someone to fake the certificates for a marriage, and then held a ceremony.&nbsp; He had done everything he could afford to make it the dream wedding she had always wanted.<br><br>Lately he'd been thinking about doing it all over again, however.&nbsp; Now that they had the money to spare, they could have a grand ceremony.&nbsp; A honeymoon the likes of which she genuinely deserved.&nbsp; It was something to keep in mind, anyhow.<br><br>He wonderred what sorts of people these neighbors of theirs were.&nbsp; She'd said that they were the kind that he would like... but, he wasn't entirely sure what that meant.&nbsp; Malcolm had always been so guarded about himself, so distant with others that weren't his beautiful sister.&nbsp; He couldn't remember the names of any of the people he'd hung out with in school.&nbsp; What constituted a friend, he wonderred.&nbsp; Generally, people tended to like him.&nbsp; Maddy said he was handsome, that was good enough for him to be confident in his appearance.&nbsp; He tended to be so much more vicious in the few affairs that he'd had.&nbsp; When his sister fucked outside their marriage, it was little more in her head than masturbation... she used them for a climax.&nbsp; When Malcolm did it... it was to hurt them.&nbsp; To break them, and rip their souls out, and let Maddy taste the flavor of their tears.&nbsp; Once, the secretary he'd had before Benjamin... she'd committed suicide after a particularly passionate affair.&nbsp; Neither of them had really intended on it to go so far, though.&nbsp; After that, Madison had insisted his next assistant be a man to avoid the likelihood of restaffing.<br><br>It was easy to recognize his car when he pulled up.&nbsp; Without question it was the most expensive vehicle on the cul de sac.&nbsp; Technically, it wasn't really his.&nbsp; One of the many bonusses he'd recieved for staying with the firm.&nbsp; It suited him just fine, he had no intention of leaving once his benefits came in and if the car belonged to the company it was just one less bill that he had to worry about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Neighborhood [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King of the Middlecards</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 20:44:46</strong>
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				He grinned happily at his wife. "That's great news! I know how much this means to you. I'm so happy for you." He said with honest enthusiaism before giving her a soft and gentle kiss on her forehead. <br><br>Jacob smiled. "They're the color of emeralds my darling dear. But not as beautiful as yours." He said as he pulled her off of his arm and into his embrace. Arms draped casually around her waist as he held her close to his body, smiling warmly down upon her. His attention remained on his young wife until Maddison returned, inviting them to dinner. He had glanced up at the other woman at the question but quickly returned his attention to the woman now in his arms. "What do you say my love? It would at least be interesting to meet another of our neighbors, yes?" He asked Cat with a light shrug of his shoulders.
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