Uncle Dan's New Project (Darius Fallenstar X Lacuna)
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				Title: <strong>Uncle Dan's New Project (Darius Fallenstar X Lacuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 04:58:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Uncle Dan’s New Project </span></div><br><strong>Featuring</strong>:<strong> Darius Fallenstar </strong>as <strong> Uncle Dan</strong>and <strong>Lacuna</strong> as <strong> Harper</strong><br><br><strong>Setting:</strong> Modern world; realistic. <br><br><strong>Erotic Elements:</strong> We’ll be stretching credulity quite a bit with over-zealous sexual acts that probably wouldn’t work for real. Just check your logical brain while you read this deliciously sumptuous smut and you’ll have a good time. <br><br><strong>Fetishes Explored:</strong><em> Uncle Dan’s New Project</em> will include incest, age and size differences, lots of cum, bestiality, possible golden showers, corruption and seduction, bondage and dominance, and basically everything we can throw in that’s not scat or bloodplay. <br><br>-<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Male%20Rp%20Characters/1367635590004_zps1051d64e.jpg)</div>Dan stood in his sprawling hardwood house nestled deep in the Appalachian mountains (well, rolling hills really). He was an older man, just into his sixties, but his time in the military coupled with his pharmaceutical connections and wealth had all combined to allow him to maintain a physique that most men never acquired at any point in their lives. Along with the near Adonis-like build, of course, came the side-effects: the libido, the temper, the aggressive and demonstrative nature. Since his wife had passed some years ago and his daughter had started serious college, Dan had happily lived alone, pouring himself into chores, hobbies, crafts, and of course taking care of the animals on the small farm.<br><br>“You’re shitting me, Steve,” Dan said into the phone, his voice deep and with the gravely edge of a former smoker. “You want me to do what? Starting when?”<br><br>The voice on the other end was that of a younger man, closer to his early fifties. “She’s gotten to be too much for me to handle. I remember your daughter doing so well. Look, it’s only for the summer months, maybe a little longer…”<br><br>Dan ground his teeth, considering. He hadn’t seen anything of his niece in years – he had no internet and barely had cellular coverage out here, and even that was spotty. There was a reason he was reluctant, and it went beyond and deeper than not wanting the responsibility. His daughter had learned to be so focused, so stubborn and prideful and intelligent – yet humble around Dan – because he’d trained her. Literally. Like a drill sergeant. His wife had died during that process…and things had changed. Changed oddly. Intimately. It wasn’t something that Dan regretted precisely, but neither was he proud of it.<br><br>“Look, I’ll pay you,” Steve said. “All her expenses, plus enough to expand the fencing. Maybe even drop you a T1 line so you can get modern and have the actual inernets at your house.” Steve was, of course, richer than shit. Dan wasn’t bad off, but Steve had embraced money in a way Dan never had. He was a genius with it.<br>“If I accept this,” Dan said, reluctant, thinking – hoping, really – that the girl might end up not being as much a problem as Steve hinted, or that she might be an ugly duckling to keep his libido out of the affair – “It’s all in my court. She gets no phone, no way out. It’s all the way through the meat grinder, or not at all.”<br><br>Steve laughed. He loved winning. It was why he’d become a lawyer. “Perfect. Drive her out to your old, dangerous driveway tomorrow?”<br><br>Dan smirked, “I paved it a few years ago, but watch out for logs. The beavers, you know.”<br><br>Both men exchanged a few more words before Dan hung up. Exhaling, wondering just what he’d gotten himself into, he turned, took in his Spartan – if sprawling abode – and shook his head. It was time to tend the dogs, horses, and other animals. Busy work would drain that excess energy and keep him focused on now, rather than what ifs. But damn, it would be good to have someone around the house again…<br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncle Dan's New Project (Darius Fallenstar X Lacuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 05:57:17</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Female/tumblr_n0owa3Vzyn1sv1piso1_500_zpsf851fd41.jpg)</td><td> Steve waited patiently that evening, excited that he had won the debate with his brother. He sat and read the paper, sure now of his decision as he waited to greet Harper with the news when she arrived. It was close to 11:30pm, when he finally heard the key turn in the door and breathed a sigh of relief that she was home -- even it was well after her 10pm curfew.&nbsp; Harper thrashed in, not caring to be quiet about her entrance. Her boots stomped across the tiled floor of the foyer as she threw them off in a rush. It was amazing to Steve that his innocent baby girl could be such a force of nature as a teenager. Harper was a petite girl, her mother's daughter no more than 5'1 on the dot, with a delicate build including dainty shoulders and hips. Her blondish brown hair floated behind her in elegant curls, Steve stopped for a moment to admire his daughter's beauty, before getting enraged looking her outfit. She was dressed in a white lace dress, that hugged her recently developed curves tightly, the dress cut in&nbsp; a heart shape across her breast that revealed far too much cleavage and pulled up at her hips. Steve shuddered thinking of who she had gone out with wearing that. He turned back glancing at her from the recliner... "It's a late Harper, sweety... where have you been?"<br><br>"I was out..." Harper's said in a sing songy voice, reflecting her over casual tone. She walked over to the kitchen fetching herself a glass of water and ignoring her father who put down the paper to come talk to her. He stood in the kitchen doorway blocking her as she leaned against the counter one hand with a glass of water the other with her hand on her iPhone giggling as she sent another text.<br><br>"Yes, Harper, I understand that. Do you have any idea what time it is though?" Steve coddled his daughter gently unwilling to put down the news harshly with his dearest daughter. He had always tried to be sweet with his daughter, but it rarely worked. She was disagreeable at best to any of his requests.<br><br>"I don't know, Dad." Harper continued to play around with her phone distractedly refusing to make eye contact as she leaned against the counter, her dress hiked up ever so slightly as&nbsp; she leaned forward revealing the bottom curves of her butt to clearly. <br><br>"It's 11:30. You were supposed to be home an hour a half ago."<br><br>Harper looked up momentarily shaking her head passively&nbsp; and letting out a heavy sigh. She always had a way of sounding exhausted when her father became disciplinarian. She didn't say anything as she continued playing around with her phone and her father continued. Steve approached his daughter grabbing the phone out of her hand and looking her in the eye finally catching her attention. He held the phone above her head casually as Harper started screaming "HEY! DAD! LOOK I'M SORRY! GIVE IT BACK!" She jumped up loudly trying to grab the phone from him as he stood in front of her angrily.<br><br>"Listen Harper, we need to talk. I know you're not sorry, your behavior is completely out of control lately and I just don't know what to do. I know things have been very hard since your mother died, but I just don't have the time to deal with your constant rebellion."<br><br>Harper's face tensed suddenly staring daggers at her father "What the hell are you talking about?!"<br><br>"Harper, I think sometime away from home would be good for you.&nbsp; I talked to your Uncle Dan today, he said he'd be more than happy to have you stay with him." <br><br>Harper's face immediately contorted as she protested vehemently pulling on her dad's arms and yelling apologies and sweetness his way. "Dad, what are you talking about?! Dad! Please! I don't even know him?! What the fuck?!" Her yells of protest swiftly turning into apologies and begging when her father was not backing down to her usual pouty eyes. Harper opened her eyes wide faking tears as one wet drop fell down her cheek.<br><br>"This is not a negotiation. You've had plenty of chances... You better go pack and get some sleep. We're driving down tomorrow morning, and you're spending the summer there." <br><br>Harper stormed off angrily into her room, grabbing her phone back from her father, as she mumbled profanities under her breath. She was now laying down on the bed over the heaps of clothes that lay strewn around her. She had no idea who this uncle of hers was, though she'd heard about him from time to time and was less than excited to make his acquaintance. She locked the door, turning on some loud music, as she laid on top of her clothes for a while angrily.&nbsp; Her father knocked on the door "We're leaving at 6am tomorrow Harper..." he paused "whether you're ready or not"<br><br>Harper threw a shoe at the door as she screamed "Fuck you!". She texted her friends angrily as she lay on the bed a few more minutes looking at the clothes on the around trying to decide in vain what exactly you're supposed to wear on a ranch. She had absolutely no idea.<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncle Dan's New Project (Darius Fallenstar X Lacuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 06:13:48</strong>
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				The farm was on a sprawling lot of fifty some-odd acres, all over rolling green hills dotted with ancient trees. It bordered on the Appalachian Trail and several streams of various depth bisected the lot, making it an almost idyllic location, particularly during the summer months where it got neither too hot nor too cold; the bugs didn’t travel this far and the humidity was reasonable. The animals, a dozen mares with one stallion and one colt, along with a small pound’s worth of dogs loved it. There were other animals in and around the farm too, of course: snakes that didn’t make a fuss, a small bear cub that Dan had taken to training on a whim and was doing well so far, along with a tiger that he’d basically done the same with. <br><br>All in all, a solid acre of the back yard was dominated by enough metal enclosures and wooden fencing to make the place seem like a poor man’s zoo. One stall even had a place for a llama (now deceased) to retreat into. <br><br>Dan, ever an active man, had gotten into the animal side of training due to his ex-wife and had embraced it ever since. He’d actually been partial to the idea of the baby bear as a wrestling partner – believe it or not – only to recognize fairly early on that once Leon got big enough, there’d be no contest. Ah,well. Dreams die in ashes sometimes. <br><br>It was morning, the sun barely cresting the trees, and Dan was in the large red barn adjacent to his ranch-style wooden home. He was shirtless, the pitchfork in his meaty, calloused hands, rippling abdomen moving in an unabashed wave of fitness as he maneuvered through the place, preparing for all the daily meals and upkeep. The barn was a big thing – with chain fixtures in the roof and all sorts of tools to make it easier for one person to do all the work required, not that it took Dan less than half of every day to see to everything. Help was going to be much appreciated, he acknowledged somewhat grudgingly. Standing, he moved to the small Ford pickup truck he used around the place and began the loading process. <br><br>An hour later, after the horses were let out, Leon was exercised, and Tony – the tiger, of course – given a steak big enough for half a football team – Dan stood on his front porch, still shirtless, sipping a cup of black coffee. Only then did he let his thoughts drift to Harper, wondering just what he’d gotten himself into. Wondering when Steve would arrive and how much he’d spoiled her since his wife had died.<br><br>Ah, well. It must have been a lot. Steve didn’t offer a million dollars for babysitting casually. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncle Dan's New Project (Darius Fallenstar X Lacuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 06:58:07</strong>
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				It was closer to 9am by the time, Steve had finally gotten Harper out of the house with two full trunks of clothing and a rolling suitcase. It had been a long night full of screaming and yelling and profanity, but the bulk of Harper's protest seemed to be over. Harper sat next to her dad with her large noise cancelling head phones plastered over her ears singing to herself as Steve sped along the mountainside to Dan's place. He hadn't remembered why he hadn't talked to his brother in so long, Dan had always been a little intense but he knew that this is what Harper needed.<br><br>Harper wore a pair of Ray Bans underneath her head phones, they served to cover the dark circles under her eyes from a definitive lack of sleep. She had spent a long time deciding on what to wear, how she would present herself. Harper's appearance had always been the most important thing to her, her hair was tied back into two neat french braids on either side of her head. She was wearing a pair of high waisted shorts that were far to short to cover almost anything and purposefully damaged tasteful sheers in them. The shorts ended just below her belly button and on top she wore a cropped top that was only slightly more covering than a bra. The top fit her chest tightly, it was dark blue with white polka dots and accentuated her newly developed breasts nicely while revealing her toned thin middrift, still somewhat paler than she wanted it to be from lack of tanning. At least maybe she'd be able to get some sun up here. Her dad had been less than pleased with her choice of outfit, now complaining that her clothing was a little to scandalous. As if she cared what he thought. She blocked the world out as her dad continued to drive for hours through mountains and woods to what seemed like nowhere land. She grumbled the whole way thinking about the summer she was going to miss... she had been pursuing several boys and would now miss a summer full of pools and parties.&nbsp; At 16, she had finally developed a respectable figure that boys were noticing.&nbsp; This was going to be the first summer she had a body worth showing off to the world. She had wanted her first perfect beach body with a perfect beach tan, she had wanted more parties, more drinking, more late nights driving about, and being free. Harper felt angered about the summer of freedom being taken away from her with every mile they progressed up the mountain. <br><br>Her father had tried to console her for a bit on the way up, feeling bad about his decision to leave her with her admittedly eccentric uncle. Steve tried to highlight the positives to his daughter remarking on the beautiful landscape and the weather, he even tried to entice Harper with how many friends she might have up there with Dan's new habit for raising some exotic animals. Harper's snappy rude comments were nothing to be reckoned with though. Steve consoled himself thinking of how polite and sweet Dan's daughter had been the last time he met her. Dan had done wonders with that girl. Now as he looked at the mail box at the end of the street he turned swiftly into the long paved driveway and looked at his daughter one last time, smiling. He knew when he saw her again she'd be different, she had to be polite, well mannered, sweet. It would be a relief, he reminded himself slowly as he continued to look over at Harper. "Well, this is the end of the road, sweetie." He leaned over to give her a hug and kissed on the forehead. Harper's dainty hands were quick to give him a forceful push as she opened the door and stepped out of the car, looking around to take in her new summer home.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 07:22:59</strong>
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				By the time the sound of the car rumbled outside his house, Dan had been up for hours. He and Steve lived a good distance apart; Steve in the big city and Dan in the middle of nowhere. Frowning as he stepped out onto the porch, now wearing a flannel shirt and pants that concealed most of his physique, although the foundation was still evident, Dan contemplated his brother through the car window. <br><br>Steve had always been good at arguing, at finding loopholes in logic and performing the sort of psychological tricks that Dan hated. He’d married another lawyer when they were both in law school and done quite well: everything had been mapped out. When had Steve lost his spine? Perhaps it was just with his daughter, within whom he saw a reflection of his late wife. Regardless, Dan knew deep down that Steve had created a problem. As to the depth of that problem, things would become clear shortly.<br><br>When he caught sight of the girl stepping out of the car, some of Dan’s worst fears came to light. She was…for lack of better terminology…fresh looking. Unspoiled. Innocent in ways that only the young could be. It would tempt him sorely, but he felt confident in his ability to reign himself in. What had happened with *his* daughter had been nearly ten years ago now, and he was significantly older, regardless of what he did to maintain his vigor and passions.<br><br>Stepping down the porch, wearing hard toed workman’s boots and carrying himself with the lazy, confident swagger some older men earned, Dan ambled toward the car only to see Steve already pulling away. The car paused, rear facing the house and the trunk popped. Steve still didn't get out as Dan exhaled loudly and retrieved the girl's bags. He didn't seem to mind the labor, but after he was done and had closed the trunk, was clearly surprised to see Steve peeling off. Looking over where the girl stood, clearly uncomfortable or unhappy, Dan said, “That fucker couldn’t leave you here fast enough, could he? Ah, well. Let me show you where you’ll be sleepin’ and then you’ll get a tour, before chores and lunch.” Dan had a bit of a southern drawl, but it was more of a deep baritone, rich and heady and authoritative. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 22:17:30</strong>
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				Harper didn’t even turn to watch her father’s sports car zoom out of the drive way. She pulled her headphones down over her ears, letting them rest on the bridge of her neck, as she mumbled a barely audible response of “whatever” under her breath to the ground in response to her uncle’s comment. She couldn’t help but notice his voice seemed remarkably warm, especially when compared to his distant persona. He hadn’t tried to give her a hug or played the bullshit “do you remember me game?. There was no cheek-squeezing, look how beautiful you’ve grown bullshit, even if Uncle Dan was the menace that Dad had warned her about at least he was real and honest.<br><br>The music she was listening to blared in a low steady tune through the headphones a muted hum in the background. Given the situation, Harper was incredibly calm – resorting to her naturally bored state of mind. She was stuck in this situation now and there wasn’t much she could do about it at this point. She let out a loud yawn stretching her arms over her head and arching her back in the sunlight, not bothering to cover her mouth. As she stretched, the creamy color of her exposed soft pale skin on the top of her abs glistened in the sunlight as her lithe figure curved. She stretched innocently in the sunlight writhing and enjoying the warmth. It was clear that she was painfully unaware of how sexualized her newly developed body looked even in the most innocent of actions, either that or she didn’t care. It felt good to be out of the car after the hour long drive, even if she was stuck in this hell hole now.<br><br>She stared at her uncle as he lifted her luggage nearly effortlessly onto his shoulders and carried them in for her. Harper trailed slowly behind him eyeing his muscles intently. Even through his the thick flannel material of his shirt, it was not hard for Harper to imagine the outlines of the beefy muscles underneath his shirt. Uncle Dan was the most virile man that Harper has come across in her lifetime and he lacked the pretty boy edge of her father. Although he was fit, it was in such a big intimidating way that there was little that Harper found instinctively attractive about him. His face, his hands, everything about him was simply incredibly rough and raw.<br><br>The house was rustic in appearance, matching the intense area of nature where it was located and the intense look of its owner. Uncle Dan led her up the stairs of the wrap-around porch and through the doors. She was surprised when she walked in, the house’s exterior was far more expansive looking than the inside on the outside than the inside. The house was nearly a ranch with the majority of the layout on one floor and a stair case that led to only a few rooms upstairs. Harper took off her sunglasses as she walked in eyeballing the sparse furnishings all in wood and wrought iron, again as virile as the owner. Harper couldn’t help but crinkle her nose at the pine smell of everything following closely behind her uncle as she took in the sights of what would be her new home. Uncle Dan walked past the entry way and over to the stair case and slid open a door underneath the staircase and dropped Harper’s luggage down. The room was small and sparsely furnished like the rest of the house. It had no windows, only a tiny twin sized bed pushed up against the wall with wrought iron headboard on one end a trunk pushed up against the other end and a small dresser pressed against the opposing wall. At one end the ceiling was tall enough for her uncle to stand comfortably, and the ceiling sloped down gradually. Harper casually sat down on one end of the bed, turning her head to survey the small confines for her new space. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 05:10:35</strong>
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				“This is it,” Dan said, looking over at his niece, his eyes a cold blue as he surveyed her. “Given your skin, we’re going to want you working inside the barn or under the shade most of the time. I’ve got sun lotion too, but I doubt you want gallons of that stuff all over your body.” He shrugged, a smooth roll of those powerful shoulders. “Anyway, unpack later. Come with me and I’ll show you around.” <br><br>He hooked a thumb and turned, saying, “I’ll even let you pet Leon. He’s the bear.” Without bothering to see if the girl would follow, but figuring that the lack of cellular service out here would bore her enough that she’d have little choice, he sauntered back out of the house. The contours of his back were mostly concealed in his flannel, but the V-shape of his torso over his tight backside – all the more enhanced by taut jeans – radiated a raw, powerful masculinity that had never bowed to anyone.<br><br>The layout of the grounds was simple: large barn a few hundred feet to the west of the house, fenced in yard behind, acre of paved enclosures for animals who needed them, wooden fencing for horses to graze. Ambling through the barn, Dan casually indicated the various pullies and chains that he used to manage the hay bales and food bags. “Show you how to use those later,” he drawled, moving out to where the animals waited.<br><br>As he walked, Dan idly wondered whether or not Harper’s body would grow accustomed to the hard labor and, if so, how it would impact her? His daughter had gotten taut, firm muscles and an insatiable sex drive out of the process.&nbsp; He knew that much first hand, much to his almost-chagrin. <br><br>Winding out past the pens with the dogs – a few Doberman Pinchers, one great Dane, and a beautiful golden lab, all excited to see Dan and sniff the newcomer, he pointed to the stalls off to one side where horse sounds were audible. “I’ve got them up, but if you want to meet any of the animals, let me know and we’ll let em loose.”<br><br>Letting the animals become comfortable with Harper while he was around was, in his mind, perhaps the most important first step to her being with him over the summer and he meant to get started. <br>
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