Nobody Treats You Like Family (SilentSeattle and Oniya)
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				Title: <strong>Nobody Treats You Like Family (SilentSeattle and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 08:24:45</strong>
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				Laureen huddled around her suitcase as the cab drove her from the airport.&nbsp; Not more than 24 hours before, she had been sitting in class at the St. Fiona's School for Girls.&nbsp; Then, there had been the hushed whispers, and a call to the office.<br><br>Everything from that point had been a blur.&nbsp; She remembered something about an accident - something about 'They couldn't have suffered, saints be praised', and a lot of 'poor thing, she's all alone now.'&nbsp; She'd barely heard the Mother Superior explaining why she had to be put on a plane to another town, halfway across the country from everything she'd known.<br><br>The cab driver had taken pity on her, sitting on top of the suitcase, her dark, straight hair falling into her face as she waited for the crowd to thin out.&nbsp; He'd called her over, got the address from her, and even drove by a fast-food restaurant to let her get something to eat.&nbsp; Now, he pulled up in front of the house that was her destination.<br><br>"Take care," he said, as he handed her the change from the fare.<br><br>She managed a shy smile at him as she walked towards the door, her green, plaid skirt swaying just above her knees as she reached the door and knocked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobody Treats You Like Family (SilentSeattle and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SilentSeattle</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 04:59:08</strong>
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				Sluggishly Manny opened the door, he had gotten the call a while ago. Informing him about his late sisters death, he had never much cared for her. Whiny and eager to please, she had always gotten him in trouble whenever he had attempted to pursue a social life through alcohol or drugs, and overall he couldn't complain about her death. He hadn't talked to her in twenty some odd years. Which would probably explain his surprise when learning she had a daughter, and, also, as the only living relative that he was expected to care for her. Manny yawned, stretching a little as he opened the access to his home wide, his most sacred of places. Allowing himself to stare at the girl standing a couple of inches below him. She wasn't a girl that could be described as beautiful, drab, straight brown hair, average breasts, no hips or ass at all. It seemed she was indeed her mothers daughter, but it she had just so happened to inherited her fathers face, for that, was prettier. An average sized nose, plump lips and wide eyes, yes, this would do. "Hello, Laureen. Come on in." He gestured with his free hand, standing at around six feet himself his hand swept past her head, besides his height Manny was alright in everything else as well, hair quality, feet size, muscle tone, in fact he was mainly an above average guy as far as looks went. However his sons Calem and Graham had benefited from both the good looking qualities of their father and deceased mother, each standing at around six foot one and both quite stunningly handsome. They were his shining stars, the center of his universe, and he would not allow this young orphan to be a negative experience. Manny shut the door behind her, quietly muttering a, "Let me help you with that. Your room is at the top of the stairs to the left." And taking her bags, taking them to his wife's former drawing room, converted into her new guest suite, and dropping them besides the queen sized bed. Before heading off to the basement, he had things to prepare. And the old scientist had to get them done before bed time.<br><br>Graham and Calem sat in the living room, chatting non-chalantly together as the girl entered, they had heard about her of course, but they hadn't expected her to be so. . . Ugly. They looked at her for a few seconds, then decided that she wasn't worth bothering with, quickly moving back to their conversation of,' Who's tighter? Tiffany or Rebecca? ', before Calem quickly broke from the conversation and pointed towards the kitchen. "Foods in there," He waved, staring at her lightly padded stomach he added, "But make sure you don't eat all the leftovers." And then returned to conversing. He was used to being rude, he was never called on it. Most people didn't depend on his personality anyway, because he was so beautiful they simply let every comment by and simply stared. Nodding occasionaly. And he wasn't quite aware of the offensive nature of his comments.<br><br>Slowly the clock ran down, signalling time for Calem and Graham to head for bed, resting up for the next day of school. Their father, a scientist specialising in biology and the human body, expected a lot out of them in terms of grades. And if they weren't well rested for school, and got every damn answer right on a quiz, Manny would ensure that there would be hell to pay. <br><br>OOC: Sorry for the really long post, I don't expect the same but I like to make my openers long. And by the way, the changes won't be incredibly dramatic, I'm thinking like, a size each night?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobody Treats You Like Family (SilentSeattle and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 06:12:24</strong>
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				Laureen was amazed by the size of the room she'd been given.&nbsp; And even if her cousin was a little rude, she couldn't really blame him.&nbsp; After all, she <em>had</em> been somewhat dumped in their lap, and it was obvious that it had been just the three of them for a while.&nbsp; Ducking her head in an attempt to be less noticeable, she headed for the kitchen.<br><br>Truth be told, she wasn't incredibly hungry, and Calem's warning was completely unnecessary.&nbsp; She only managed to polish off half of the serving that had been left for her.&nbsp; Overly conscious of her status as a guest, she made sure that she cleaned up after herself, leaving the kitchen just as she'd found it, if not a little cleaner.&nbsp; She didn't even bother attempting to start a conversation with the two boys afterward.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead, she went up to bed, wriggling down between the sheets, which were slightly stiff from not being used.&nbsp; She expected to be up tossing and turning, but surprisingly fell fast asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobody Treats You Like Family (SilentSeattle and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SilentSeattle</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 06:47:26</strong>
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				As the two boys went quietly to bed Manny rose, moving from the cellar and to the outside of Laureens room. He had quickly added some sleeping powders into the leftovers with her name labeled on it, she would take it as kindness, at least that's what he hoped. He began to apply creams and small electronics to her body, adding an extra dose of morphine so she wouldn't get up. Manny knew how long things like this usually took, and got ready for a long night, applying and slicing and careful movement as he began to create the most outstanding experiment of his career. He then prepared the cameras along the house, this field experiment was going to be as fully documented as possible. Manny would make sure of that.<br><br>Finally he retired to bed, exaughsted he passed out immediately, only to be woken in three hours by the annoying buzz of his boys alarms. If they weren't prepared as loudly as possible then the boys wouldn't bother trying to get up and turning them off. So they were spared from his sleepless wrath. He rose slowly, zombie-like out of the bed, moving to his attached bathroom and grooming himself. Turning around he watched the multiple screens lazily, they had been set up connected to the wireless cameras, and he almost began purring as he noticed the new results. The young girls waist had remained the same, almost exactly so, but yet her hips had widened, not widely enough that it would be immediately apparent. But enough so that her figure could be classified as 'curvy' rather than 'stick'. And he could spot her new bust easily, now it had become a large C, almost a D from it's unimpressive B. Manny smiled, it was working better than expected. Taking a small remote from his pocket he found a small dial, turning it up to one he sat back in a cushioned seat built in the wall. Watching the results through the camera, staring into her bedroom from three different angles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobody Treats You Like Family (SilentSeattle and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 07:19:16</strong>
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				When Laureen woke up, she felt a bit groggy.&nbsp; She heard the alarms in the rooms next door, and wondered vaguely if her school records had been transferred yet.&nbsp; As she stood up, light from the window silhouetted her new figure through her nightgown.&nbsp; It wasn't something she noticed - she'd never really spent much time primping.&nbsp; She did notice a slight soreness in her breasts and stomach, however.<br><br>Reluctantly, she made her way down to the kitchen for breakfast.&nbsp; In addition to the soreness, she felt somewhat - out of sorts.&nbsp; She supposed that was to be expected after what had happened, and she hoped that her cousins wouldn't needle her this early.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobody Treats You Like Family (SilentSeattle and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SilentSeattle</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 07:45:24</strong>
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				Graham sit quietly at the table, Calem having a meeting wih his counsellor to organise his schedule had left a little early. He sat quietly, glancing up under his illustrious eyelashes at his cousin. And he saw something he liked. Maybe yesterday the clothes she was wearing weren't flattering, but today she was gorgeous, a nice rack, at least a cup size bigger then he had supposed, and she actually had some hips. And fortunately, her taste in outfits had improved, his slut of a cousin posing like a stripper as she sat the table to get her cheerios. Bending to sit down she revealed a pair of panties that couldn't have been comftorable. So tight on her signifigantly larger ass it appeared to be a G-string. She didn't appear to have much awareness of her body either, or she was just trying to arouse her cousin. She put her elbows next to her glorious rack as she ate, squishing her tits together and almost pushing them out of the top of her bra, the beginning of her large nipples being paraded in front of him. Unable to resist her kicked of his shoe and moved his foot between her legs, his throat becoming tight as he stroked up and down her slit. She must be lusting after him, after all the way she had cometo show off her body, he suddenly felt his pants growing tight. Manny sat upstairs and smiled, that was his boy, if he saw something, he took it. Then, he quickly spun a different dial to four out of ten, grinning to himself. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 07:58:28</strong>
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				Laureen jumped a little when she felt Graham's foot sliding up her leg.&nbsp; She had little experience with guys, limited to the heavily chaperoned 'socials' at the school she'd gone to, but even then, none had shown much interest in her.&nbsp; She couldn't help giving him what she thought was a shy smile.<br><br>From the other side of the table, however, it would look quite a bit different.&nbsp; With her enlarged bustline and the resulting inadequacy of her bra, the smile looked more like an invitation.&nbsp; Below the table, she felt his toe stroking between her legs - and it was electric.&nbsp; She could feel a sudden dampness causing the tight panties to cling even more closely to her body.&nbsp; Normally, she would have fled in embarrassment, but the intensity had made her knees go weak.<br><br>She wanted more of that feeling.&nbsp; It pushed back the sense of loss, for one thing, but Graham was also a very attractive young man, and he was somehow interested in <em>her</em>.&nbsp; Dropping her eyes almost coyly, she edged forward on her chair, parting her knees a little more so that he could keep doing what he was doing.
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				Post by: <strong>SilentSeattle</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 08:16:32</strong>
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				Graham grinned, the horny little bitch wanted this! To be footfucked by her cousin at the breakfast table, pushing her tits out ant towards him. His hardness grew, pushing painfully against the line of his pants. With a groan he used his toes against the already wet epicenter of the little whore. Pushing her legs apart to give her cousin some easier access. He quickly complied, trying his best to tease her clit with only his toes, his handsome face contorted into a prime example of teenage sexual pleasure. Eventually he moaned, huskily voicing, "Get the fuck over here, now."<br><br>Manny, meanwhile looked at the scene with interest, frantically scribbling away at his notepad. This young girl, experiencing symptomns of loss, as well as an internal version of an aphrodisiac wasn't appalled by a handsome young man's advance underneath the cheerios. Would this have changed if the aphrodisiac had jot been used? Had she not been under the influence of heavy loss and stress? Hopefully he would learn more in time.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 08:45:34</strong>
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				Something in his voice tugged at her, and made her want to do just what he said.&nbsp; She'd edged into his foot more than once, and felt a strange excitement building each time, but this - <br><br>"Don't you have - school, or something?" she asked nervously.&nbsp; "I mean - it's - I just got here.&nbsp; I'm not going to be going anywhere anytime soon."
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				Post by: <strong>SilentSeattle</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 08:56:50</strong>
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				Graham growled, the little cocktease! Egging him on and begging for more, then trying to send him off to school! "I said. . ." Graham softly inclined, "Get the fuck over here slut!" Pounding his hand on the table like a mix of a small child and a modern dictator. He was used to getting what he wanted, and this girl was going to suck his cock, not later, not after school, but now. His eyes bore ito her darkly, commanding her, telling her what she already yearned to do was right. Her dampening pussy correct in it's wish. Unknown to him, he himself was under the influence of an unseen force, the milk in the fridge cotaining aggressive sexual hormones, almost forcing him to have sex.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 09:22:49</strong>
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				Laureen gasped as he pounded the table, her thighs closing around his foot.&nbsp; "I only meant -" she said, but then she couldn't quite remember what she'd meant.&nbsp; Was it that she wanted to think about it?&nbsp; Or had she wanted to make sure they weren't rushing?&nbsp; Or - was there something else?&nbsp; Instead of finishing the sentence, she rose to her feet, giving his foot a last squeeze between her legs as she did so.&nbsp; Her hand trembled a little as she dragged it along the edge of the table, but she didn't try to delay any more.<br><br>"I don't want to fight..." she said, again giving him that slight smile as she sat down in the chair next to him.&nbsp; Her eyes were drawn to the tent in his lap, even though she tried to look up at his face.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Is he - actually interested in me?</em> The thought dawned slowly, and sent a shiver through her.
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				Post by: <strong>SilentSeattle</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 07:09:12</strong>
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				Graham was shivering in anticipation, grabbing her hair with a stong grip and a grin, "Good, you dumb slut. If you fight then you'll get punished. Or do whore's like you like that?" Unkonw to him, Manny had switched a dial from upstairs, turning the boy into an aggressive, sexual, hormonal machine. And at the same time he turned the dial that had been at one, to zero, giving her total free will. He watched carefully, excitedly at the controlled experiment, beggining to feel symptonms of pashion himself as his pants began to rise. But he had little time for that, his hand scribbling in almost a blurred state on the blank lined paper. Already filling most of the page.<br><br>Graham unzipped his pants, his hand trembling, and his seven inch cock rising triumphantly in the air, staring at her wide eyes he laughed, "Youy want that don't you, you little whore? You want you cousins cock? <strong>Say it.</strong>" He commanded, his second hand moving to her wet little snatch and beggining to touch her soft, pink, wet, lips. Opening and closing it with two of his fingers, teasing her, as a thumb began to play with her young clit, inexperienced to even masturbation. His own sex began to grow a little wet, pre-cum gathering at the tip as he waited for her reply, his hand growing faster under her dress, increasing in aggression and speed. "Or do you want me to tell everyone at this school your applying at, what a little slut you are?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 09:14:36</strong>
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				The blind seductiveness faded, but Laureen was still under the influence of the physical urges that came from Graham's more experienced touch - or so she thought.&nbsp; She blinked, confused as she had trouble recalling exactly why she'd ended up close enough for his hand to end up under her nightgown.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please - don't tell them that," she said, honestly scared that he'd do just such a thing.&nbsp; Still, her already-primed body was sending her signals that what he was doing felt good - something that she didn't <em>really</em> want him to stop.<br><br>"You - really <em>like</em> me?" she asked, hopeful, but incredulous.&nbsp; In her vulnerable state, it would be easy for him to convince her that this was a good thing to do.
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