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My Life as a Teenaged Von Neumann Device	By : Toonspew Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 21219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 18

Jenny double-checked her makeup in the mirror, frowning slightly and furrowing her brow. “And, who am I supposed to be again?” she queried aloud. Sheldon and Jenny were putting on their outfits for the night's big Halloween festivities, and Jenny had let Sheldon pick the costumes. Somewhat predictably, he had picked characters from some obscure science fiction film from the previous century.

Sheldon stepped up to Jenny from behind her, carrying with him the stylized hair-foils that would be replacing her typical “pigtail” design for the night. Holding them against the sides of her head to make sure he had the measurements right, Sheldon explained “You will be portraying Queen Padme Amidala, leader of the people of Naboo. You know, you really should just watch the films, and you'd have a much better grasp of the character. I have the special edition 50th anniversary director's cut boxed set at my house if you want to go check it out after.”

Jenny shook her head 'no', rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's abounding geekyness and applying her lipstick according to the directions Sheldon had given her. At least, she thought to herself, her naturally white skin lightened the load of makeup she had to put on. And according to Sheldon this “Amidala” character had once had a pregnancy of some importance, so that fit into her costume too.

“Do you two have everything you need for the party?” asked Jenny's mother Nora Wakeman as she entered Jenny's bedroom, wearing a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers and carrying an assortment of soaps and shampoos, “I want to make sure you'll be safe tonight.” Sheldon and Jenny both turned to face Nora, seeing her worried expression. “I'm all set. And thanks again for the help with the extra arms.” said Sheldon, holding up all four of his arms for inspection. The extra set were skinny, skeletal looking things compared to the bulk of his original pair, but Sheldon didn't mind at all. The prehensile limbs completed the illusion of his “General Grievous” costume, which had come out quite well thanks to his new robot body. He certainly wouldn't have been able to pull off a costume like this last year! “Mom, I'm sure we'll be fine,” assured Jenny, rising from her seat at her mirror and approaching her mother, “why are you so worried anyway? It's just a party, we're not planning to go out on the town or anything.”

“Oh, you know... just motherly concern.” Nora lied, not wanting to go into the real reasons for her apprehension. Jenny rolled her eyes as she often did in this sort of situation, and Nora felt a bit foolish. Attempting to rationalize her worry, she listed off a few reasons why Jenny should be careful. “Of course, you are still low on power because of the pregnancy, and your costume prevents you from flying. And because of your new T.I.T.S. I can't activate your chest-communicator, so if something should happen you'll be on your own.” Jenny could hear a slight timber of fear in her mother's voice... she had a few good points, but she was still surprised that her mom was this worried. Something else was spooking her, but Jenny couldn't guess what exactly.

“Nothing bad will happen Mom.” Jenny stated reassuringly, with a brief hug to calm the older woman, “and if it does, I've go the Silver Shell here to protect me, right?” “Not only that,” added Sheldon, flicking the switch on his costume prop to activate the neon blade “I've got a lightsabre too!”

Mrs. Wakeman laughed at the robot boy's good humor, and mentally chided herself for letting her nerves get the best of her. “Ok Jenny, I trust you. Have a good time, and don't stay out too late.” Nora gave her daughter another quick hug before heading to the bathroom for a nice soak in the tub, fully expecting the couple to be gone by the time she got out. Nora shrugged off her bathrobe and hung it on the hook on the back of the door, removing her glasses and other minor accessories while the bathtub slowly filled with hot water. She wished that she could've been fully truthful with her daughter, but tonight wasn't appropriate for a talk that big. Best to let Jenny and Sheldon have their fun, thought Nora to herself, A nice leisurely evening alone should be enough to relax me. The tub almost completely filled now, Nora pulled her slip off over her head and tossed it into the laundry hamper, leaving her completely naked. As she slipped into the soothing warmth of the tub, Mrs. Wakeman sighed contentedly and felt herself start to unwind.

Relaxation still eluded her however. She tried doing mental calculus, or tracing out imaginary microcircuits, or any other simple mental exercise to distract her active mind. But try as she might, her memories of that fateful Halloween party so many years ago had been roused from the depths of her subconscious, and refused to be suppressed as they were every other day out of the year. Mrs. Wakeman stood up, reaching for some bath salts in the hope that they might help, and caught sight of herself in the full length mirror on the opposite wall. Frowning, she couldn't help but reflect on how much her body had changed over the years. The small, frumpy body she had now was nothing like what she had once been. There was a time when she had to practically beat the boys off with a stick! Appraisingly running a hand from her shoulder to her hip, Nora felt the drying water chill her body and stiffen her nipples. At least, never having birthed a child of her own had left her breasts relatively safe from the ravages of age. They didn't sag from the bygone weight of being swelled with milk, nor had her nipples been toughened by a hungry teething baby. Instead, her once perky C-cups had gradually deflated back into modest A-cups, none the worse for wear. Much the same was true for the rest of her body too... Her face had developed only a few wrinkles, exercise has kept her butt firm and cellulite free, and her white hair was due to the stress of her profession, not age. It seemed spinsterhood had some advantages after all. But then again, that wasn't strictly true. Her body had known the touch of a man, once upon a time. Suddenly sick of hiding from the past that haunted her, Nora decided to just get it over with. As she settled back into the warm water, Nora took one last look at herself in the mirror and surrendered to the memories, allowing them to play back through her mind without further struggle.
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“This one... or this one?” asked Nora Wakeman aloud while standing in front of her mirror, holding up a dress on a hanger in each hand and laying them each over her front in turn. She was quite excited about tonight, for in less then an hour she would be attending her first real college party. Looking for a second opinion, she turned to ask her roommate, Marjorie Ghastly.

Amongst their friends it had become an ongoing joke to say that the two were sisters separated at birth, owing to how much alike the two girls were both in personality and physical looks. Both Wakeman and Ghastly had a head for science with a tendency to focus on the untested frontiers of their fields, and both girls were known to be a little eccentric. Both wore glasses and had short red hair, and were considered quite attractive by the boys on campus. There were minor differences of course, Nora had a sharper nose and Marjorie was a tad plumper, but no one mentioned these aloud.

The other major difference between the two was that while Ghastly had a steady boyfriend, Wakeman did not. Not because she couldn't have gotten a date if she'd wanted too... rather, Nora had avoided parties and school social events to remain focused on her studies. No matter how often Marjorie or a suitor had asker to her go out on the town with them, Nora always turned them down, citing whatever project or lab report was due next. In truth, she could've easily made time if she'd wanted to, but Nora still retained much of the timidity she'd developed throughout high school. Growing up as the smartest kid in a town as small as Tremorton had almost completely alienated her from kids her age. But, living on campus this past year had been good for her... the people here seemed to share her interests, and could actually keep up with her in a conversation about science. After two months of gradually shedding her inhibitions and developing friendships with her classmates, Nora was just about ready to throw off her old bookish persona and really experience college life. Which was fortunate, because mid-terms had finished the week before, leaving the student body homework free just in time for Halloween.

“Aren't you supposed to be wearing a costume?” asked Marjorie, raising an eyebrow quizzically. Nora scoffed, “Isn't that a bit childish? We're adults here, we should act like it.” Marjorie didn't comment on the strangeness of that sentence coming from the youngest girl on campus. Having finished high school a year early, Nora was a mere eighteen and even still filling out in some places, not to mention still very naive about many facts of life. Instead, Ghastly clucked her tongue and shook her head, “You really don't understand college yet. For example, what do you think you're wearing?”

“Well, that's what I was trying to ask you...” answered Nora, before Marjorie interrupted “No no, I mean what you're wearing right now.” Nora looked down to inspect herself, currently she was wearing a white cotton pair of panties and a generic black C-cup bra to support her recently increased bust. “What's wrong with my underwear?” demanded Nora, bewildered. Marjorie Ghastly smirked to tease her roommate in a friendly manner, “Are you kidding? You're wearing granny-panties. Are you going for a physical or are you going to a party?”

“I don't see why it matters... it's not like anyone will be seeing my underwear... right?” Nora asserted, a trace of her old anxiety creeping into her voice. So innocent Marjorie thought to herself with a laugh as she began digging around in her dresser's underwear drawer, searching for something she could lend her friend. “They will if you play your cards right.” Ghastly coughed, as one by one she pulled out items of lingerie and tossed them aside after deeming them unfit. A black lace set was “nahh, too fancy...” a pink thong “too summery...” a crotchless pair “Woah, you're not ready for that yet...” finally Marjorie found a set that seemed suitable, and handed them to Nora to put on.

A few minutes later Nora had changed, grateful that she and her roommate were close enough to the same size that they could borrow each other's clothing without discomfort. Well, not much anyway... the way these exotic underwear were riding up on her would take a little getting used to. Marjorie finished dressing in her nurse costume while Nora wore a low cut dress. “I can't believe you're going to go to a Halloween party without a costume... that's so wrong.” admonished Ghastly. Nora rolled her eyes and sighed, “Well I'm wearing an orange dress, that's got to count for something right?” Without further ado (and being already fifteen minutes fashionably late) the pair headed out onto campus.

It took time, but eventually Nora got into the swing of things. At first she had mostly remained quiet, observing the variety of Halloween costumes from afar and idly chatting with a fellow student about the complexities of Prof. Membrane's dimensional physics course. But, determined to see her friend learn how to live life to the fullest for once, Marjorie Ghastly, her beau Hector, and a dozen other party-goers arranged a drinking game and insisted Nora join in. The rules were appropriately nonsensical, but now as the party was getting into the early hours of the morning, Nora was drunk off three beers and a shot of... something. She had also lost one shoe, was wearing someone's necktie around her head as a bandanna, and successfully completed a dare to sing “We are the Champions” at the top of her lungs on the roof of the building. With all that under her belt, it was little surprise that Nora had become the center of attention, and found herself enjoying it. Now the game was in its final stage, where the six female players were randomly paired up with the six male players, in something like spin the bottle.

Nora narrowly avoided being paired up with the somewhat creepy Drew Lipsky, and was instead matched to an unfamiliar boy wearing a Zorro costume, which obscured his identity without hiding the attractive shape of his face. The game concluded, each newly formed “couple” broke off to go chat, flirt, or outright make-out together. Nora and her escort stepped out onto the balcony together, where she was surprised to learn that they were not strangers.

“Oh yes, I've seen you in several of our classes.” He stated teasingly, still not revealing his identity. “I had been hoping to see you outside of the lab actually... I've wanted to ask you out since we met in September, but you always acted so unapproachable before.” Nora stifled a flattered giggle, feeling flattered despite herself. “Well... you could ask me out now... whoever you are. I don't even know your name yet!” On impulse, Nora reached out for the stranger's mask, but he caught her hand in his and raised it to his lips instead, planting a gentle kiss on the back of her palm. She blushed, and her companion countered “Ah ah, it's still Halloween night.”

Nora got the distinct impression he simply enjoyed the mystique that the mask afforded him. “Well, surely you don't expect me to be seduced by a perfect stranger? I'm not that kind of girl!” Nora withdrew her hands and placed them on her hips instead, shooting him a challenging look. Tilting his head, the stranger apologetically offered “I promise, by the end of the night I will remove my mask.” It was not lost on Nora that this meant she would have to spend the rest of the party with him in order to solve this little mystery, but she hardly minded. She found herself growing to like him, and welcomed the chance to get to know him better.

The two young students talked out on the balcony for a while, admiring the autumn sky's stars and discussing the possibilities they held. Both, it turned out, had developed an interest in astronomy at an early age and were fascinated with the latest efforts of man's exploration of the cosmos. Nora was already considering applying to the Skyway Patrol's recent recruitment drive for science officers, once she graduated of course, entirely for the chance to personally explore space and see the marvels of other planets firsthand. The stranger brought up the idea of sending intelligent robots out into space to scout ahead before human missions were planned. Artificial Intelligences, he believed, were essential for the next large step in colonizing the stars. Of course Nora had heard the Von Neumann theories before, but even in this modern era of technological marvels it was considered an impossibility to create a self-replicating robot. As they slowly finished their drinks, Nora listened in rapt fascination as her new acquaintance explained to her some recent discoveries in the field of artificial life forms. A graduate student by the name of James Isaac Neutron had recently published blueprints for an artificial dog of his own design. By following the basic model of an existing organic organism, Nora's companion explained, a robot would have much greater ability to function and learn in it's native environment. Though true sentience would always be debatable, the general opinion of everyone who had personally met “Goddard” (the name given to the prototype) was that Neutron had not only replicated the cognitive abilities of a typical canine, but had actually exceeded them.

Nora's mind was abuzz with speculation and creative thoughts. Robotics had always been one of her favorite fields of study, but something as big as creating an artificial intelligence had seemed like too lofty of a goal to strive for. She pressed her new friend for as many details as he could remember, and delighted in hearing his own ideas thrown into the mix as well. If only the alcohol hadn't been clouding her thoughts, Nora was sure she could've drawn up the blueprints she'd had in mind right then and there. Instead, she shivered from the cool night air and noticed that they had both finished their drinks. Nora suggested they head back inside, where most of the other guests had either left or had settled down to watch a horror movie together. Securing a place for them to sit together on the crowded couch, Nora found herself curled up especially close to her nameless friend, and realized it wasn't entirely for the body heat he provided. He seemed to notice too, and cautiously slid his arm around Nora's shoulders. With a shy smile she gave her consent, and settled any doubt by leaning her head against the crook of his shoulder and neck. Nora decided she loved the smell of his cologne, a sweet woody scent.

Some time later, Nora awoke, realizing that she had slept through the movie and the party was officially over. Her new crush was gently trying to wake her up, asking where her dorm room was. Groggy and still rather inebriated, Nora gave him directions as he walked her across campus, supporting her uneven steps the entire way. Soon enough they found themselves in Nora's room, and Nora had managed to shake off some of the effects of drinking, but now felt her stomach doing flips. Concerned about Nora's impending hangover, her companion fetched a large glass of water and some painkillers for her, then removed her glasses and sat beside her for a few minutes gently stroking her back. When she seemed settled down, he muttered that he had best get home, as he had an important lecture to attend early the next morning. “Wait.” Nora pleaded, grabbing onto his sleeve to prevent him from getting up. “Please don't go yet.”

“Nora, I...” he stumbled on his words, suddenly shy. “Do you... would it be alright if I gave you a kiss?”

Nora was delighted by the idea. She had always sort of hoped that she would meet someone at university, but had not really expected to because of her past track record with the opposite sex. Now that it was actually happening, she desperately hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself. Closing her eyes, she shifted forward expectantly and felt her masked man press his lips against hers. Behind her eyelids Nora saw fireworks, though perhaps that was still the booze at work. Nearly swooning, she wrapped her arms around his neck for support and leaned into the kiss, enjoying it immensely. The kiss was broken for a half second so they could both draw a quick breath, but was eagerly resumed time and again. Soon enough the stranger had removed his mask and their tongues were swirling around in each others' mouth, their breathing becoming more rapid as their hands roamed each other's bodies and their hearts beat faster and faster.

So this is what it feels like to be caught in the passion of the moment Nora thought happily, her prior fears and concerns a distant memory. She felt no fear now, only want, only desire to feel this man's flesh against her own. The two fell onto the bed, still embraced, and Nora felt a hand grasp her breast for the first time in her life. Eager for more, she brought his free hand down onto her other melon and pulled down the front of her dress, leaving only a bra between them. Her suitor smiled brightly at this obvious encouragement before resuming their ongoing french kiss. Oh God, I'm actually getting felt up by a hot guy! Nora's inner monologue ran, Thank goodness I took Marjorie's advice and wore her fancy underwear.

Nora leaned her head back as her lover's kisses moved down her neck to her bare collar bone, amazed at the sensations such simple contact were producing in her. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to whatever would happen, feeling her bra being undone even as she wiggled her dress down and off her body. “Ahh!” Nora yelped as she felt a something like a strong tickle jump through her chest, and she actually had to look down to see that her man had just taken her right nipple between his lips and was licking it to stiffness. She gasped again when he repeated the procedure on her left, leaving both nubbins fully erect. He shifted back to her mouth again, and Nora felt his hand gently caress her pubic mound, hidden under the fabric of her panties. “Are you sure you want to continue?” he asked her in a whisper. No turning back now... Nora reached up and unbuttoned the black shirt of the Zorro costume, peeling it off his young body. His skin was as pale as her own, and it only occurred to her just then that since she wasn't wearing her glasses she couldn't actually make out much in the way of facial features. But it didn't matter, not when she could rely on her other four senses. “Please...” gasped Nora as she pulled his body down on top of her, her breasts flattening between them as his body heat covered her like a blanket. Now it was her turn to lick and nibble at his neck and chest, as her hands busily worked to remove his pants and boxers. That wonderful scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils and Nora decided the musky, masculine flavor of this man's skin was quite to her liking. It made her feel all the more feminine in comparison.

Managing to slip his boxers down his legs, Nora's heart nearly skipped a beat when she felt what could only be his erect penis brush against her hand for the first time. So many firsts in one day. Grasping it gently, fearfully at first, Nora was rewarded with a faint rumbling groan from the man on top of her. Gaining confidence she stroked it as best she knew how, tugging on it then switching to pumping it with her fist when that produced better results. This was her first opportunity to really explore a male's body, and she wasn't letting it go to waste. With her one hand she continued masturbating his shaft, while her free hand trailed downward, cupping and groping the swinging pair of testicles suspended within their sack. Nora was tempted to try to bring him to orgasm like this, but a hunger between her legs wouldn't allow it. She released him, reaching her face up for a kiss, and whispered “You can take off my panties now.”

Only too happy to comply, Nora's lover got off of her and crept down to her knees, placing a few hungry kisses across her inner thighs. The dark spot on the groin told of Nora's rampant arousal. Mental note: buy Marjorie new set of lingerie thought Nora as her last piece of clothing was pulled off of her, a few tenuous threads of her juices stretching from the crotch of the panties to the reddened lips of her sex. “Natural redhead I see.” he commented with a chuckle, lowering his face between her thighs. Nora felt proud from some reason, and spread her legs open to give him a better look. Without warning, his hot fleshy tongue probed into her horny pussy, instantly forcing a small scream of pleasure from Nora. “Oh my God...” she cried out hoarsely, his tongue and lips sliding wetly through every fold and crease of her virgin womanhood, sending feelings through her body that Nora had never felt before, not even in the shower with the 'massage' function on. She hadn't expected this... all that her biology textbooks had told her of was that he was supposed to push his penis inside her. “Ohhh..ohhhhh, ohhhh...” she mewled, running her fingers through his hair and lightly pushing his face harder against her dripping snatch. He must have enjoyed it as much as she did, since his efforts doubled in speed and intensity, his lips massaging her swollen labia and his tongue sliding and stroking and seeking out every trace of her moisture. The flat butt of his tongue licked upwards and hit upon some hidden juncture of nerves that sent Nora into the first orgasm of her young life. She bucked and thrashed involuntarily, but throughout it all he held her legs apart with a firm grip and continued his assault on the tiny nubbin of flesh that produced such pleasure in her. Finally she collapsed from the effort, and he released her, her orgasm finished.

When Nora next opened her eyes he was atop her again, positioning himself between her lewdly spread legs. The tightness of her pussy was such that even working the first inch of his erection into her was difficult, and then of course he had to stop when he encountered her intact hymen. “This may hurt at first...” he warned, and Nora nodded, tightening her grip on him. She winced involuntarily when she felt the first stab of pain as her cherry was popped, but thankfully her mild intoxication and the afterglow of her first climax served to dull the pain. Within the span of two long, measured thrusts of his hips the pain had faded entirely, replaced with a steadily increasing tension and throbbing pleasure. The hot, rigid flesh of his cock was touching and stroking parts of her body Nora had never been able to reach during the couple of fumbling attempts at masturbation she had made years ago. She felt like he was tunneling into the very core of her being, producing sensations she had never dreamed of before. In her lust-fogged mind, Nora imagined that their souls were managing to make brief physical contact during their lovemaking. The pressure continued to build, until suddenly Nora's vaginal walls contracted and shuddered in a second orgasm, the crashing pleasure surging through her slender frame taking her quite by surprise. Every nerve dancing with feeling, her entire womanhood became ultra-sensitive to her lover's increasingly forceful thrusts. Soon, climax built upon climax until Nora felt like she was cumming continuously, every pump of his thick cock into her body beginning a fresh orgasm before the previous one had even ended. Tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes from keeping them so tightly shut, and just when Nora thought she couldn't take any more she felt a wonderful heat bloom inside her belly. “Nora! UNNGGHH!” groaned the man as he furiously pounded away at her soaked cunt, pumping jet after jet of molten semen into her happily accepting pussy, which sucked and squeezed at his shaft in an effort to coax every last drop from him. Nora had reached absolute bliss. The pinnacle of sexual release. In the throws of utter passion and carnal satisfaction, Nora Wakeman passed out.
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Feeling the water growing cold, Nora interrupted her reverie to open the hot water faucet. Letting the tap run she laid back and returned to her thoughts. The next morning, aching from a hangover and her weakened thighs nearly unable to walk, she had skipped class for the first time in her life. Her mysterious consort had left a note promising to come see her as soon as his classes were finished for the day, but the only person to call on her was a fellow student named Phineas Mog, who had come to discuss ideas for the upcoming robotics paper due later that term. Expectantly waiting for her new love to return, Nora was overly impatient with Phineas and quickly took a disliking to him, rushing him out of her dorm room in case her new boyfriend should arrive just then. The unnamed suitor never showed up though, and because she had not been wearing her glasses when she'd seen his face (not to mention the memory weakening effects of being thoroughly drunk) Nora realized that she'd be unable to recognize him even if she were to spot him in a crowd or a classroom. Her only option was to wait for him to approach her and identify himself. She wracked her brain to try to remember his name, certain that he must have told her at some point during their night together, but to no avail. Marjorie Ghastly tried to console her best friend for her unfortunate one-night-stand, but Nora was unwilling to admit that was the situation. But the days dragged on, and the only male company Nora had was the ever present Phineas Mog, who seemed determined to peer over her shoulder during every lab period and stick his nose into every aspect of Nora's buisness that he could.

Days became weeks, and Nora's lingering hangover had become a flu, then gradually Nora realized it was something else altogether. Using a home pregnancy test she fashioned herself from chemicals she stole from the lab, Nora confirmed that her one night of romance had left her with more then just memories. November and December passed and Nora's faith gradually eroded. When she headed home for the winter holidays she fell ill with a painful pneumonia, her body weakened from lack of sleep and malnutrition. During the first week of January, a heartbroken Nora was checked into a local clinic when the pain grew particularly bad. A day later, Nora suffered a miscarriage.

She returned to university a changed woman, her innocence forever lost. Her pregnancy hadn't continued long enough to show, and the doctor at the clinic had been discreet enough that her family never found out. Nora was too proud to let anyone know that she had ever been so reckless. Though she still had friends, she did not even consider the possibility of another romantic tryst, and woe to any young man who tried to ask her out. She redoubled her efforts in class, intent on graduating as soon as possible. She eventually graduated a year early, her rival Mog trailing just behind her in every class. Signing up with the Skyway Patrol the following day, she enlisted herself as “Mrs. Wakeman” instead of “Ms.” to discourage other potential suitors. She easily passed the entrance exams for the position of Science Officer, but she never quite found the joy of adventure that she had been hoping for. When her tour of duty was over and she returned to civilian life, she realized that the experience had been ruined for her because she had not joined to explore the stars, but instead merely to escape the pain of her current life on earth.

Nora didn't like to mention it, but the whole experience had been a strong motivating factor for her to create XJ9. By the time she felt her biological clock begin to tick Nora Wakeman had become the leading authority on robotics and artificial intelligences. Thanks to the dramatic success and failure of Armagedroid Nora was easily able to secure enough funds from the government to finance the construction of her robotic daughter as well as allow her to live comfortably for the rest of her life, in exchange for building the world the most advanced planet-defending robot imaginable. And Jenny had proved to be a spectacular success... but, the pain of her past still haunting her, Nora Wakeman had removed any information regarding sex from Jenny's database. She had hoped that being completely ignorant of the subject, Jenny would not feel the urge to go out and fool around with boys, and thus avoid the shame and pain that her mother had gone through. Such was clearly not the case however. It seemed teenage pregnancies must run in the Wakeman family.

Still, at least Jenny had found someone who loved her. Sheldon proved time and again his strength of character, and Nora wholeheartedly approved of him. Clearly Jenny did too, judging by the sounds of their lovemaking that filtered through the walls at night. Loud cries of pleasure, the wet sound of their damp metallic flesh colliding, and indecent words of encouragement all combined into an erotic mix that kept Nora up some nights, and made their way into her dreams even after that. It was enough to make her...

“Oh!” Nora exclaimed, noticing that her right hand had found its way down between her legs. Frankly, she was amazed. Though in recent years she had started dating again, it was mostly for the company, not because of any physical urges. She hadn't actually felt horny in years, and had basically assumed she was no longer even capable of getting wet. But the slick secretion her fingers had found between her lower lips proved otherwise. Ha ha, just imagine... she supposed it was all the commotion from Jenny and Sheldon, and her recollections of her first time surely had only encouraged it. She should really just stop, dry off and go fix herself a cup of tea. Go do something productive, perhaps. Her fingers continued to slide up and down through the increasingly wet crease of her pussy, partially hidden behind a sparse patch of white pubic hair. Well, maybe a few more minutes in the tub wouldn't hurt. An involuntary shiver shot up her spine as her fingertip found the tiny bud of her clitoris, a part of her anatomy she wasn't terribly familiar with. Perhaps she should should give it a try... after all, she wasn't likely to be in this sort of mood very often. Setting herself to her task, Nora pulled apart her glistening inner lips and burrowed a finger inside herself, beginning a slow pace of pumping her finger like a piston. With a groan, Nora leaned her head back and surrendered to urges that had been ignored for years.

Distracted as she was, the running water was sufficient to mask the sound of approaching footfalls. “Mrs. Wakeman, where are you? You're supposed to be taking me trick or treating tonight...” called out Tuck, just before the bathroom door swung open and the young trick-or-treater caught an eyeful of his elderly neighbor busily fingering her obscenely displayed snatch.

“Ahhhhh!” screamed Tuck, his young mind shattered.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” shrieked Mrs. Wakeman, her eyes snapping open in surprise.

“...aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Tuck's scream continued, not stopping until his lungs ran out of air. Nora scrambled to cover up, and Tuck turned and ran from the house as fast as his small legs would carry him. Silence returned to the house, and after a few minutes Nora recovered from the sudden shock. She remembered now, that she had been asked to chaperon Tuck around the neighborhood tonight. With all her worried memories, she'd lost track of time. Checking, she found her pussy dry again. It seemed her mood had passed as quickly as it had come.

Sexually frustrated, Nora Wakeman picked up the sack of Halloween candy that Tuck had dropped on the bathroom floor, not at all eager to get dressed and awkwardly try to explain to Tuck what he had seen. Picking out a few choice candies to soothe her, Nora frowned and grumpily complained “Sheesh, can't an old woman get any peace around here?!”

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“oohhmm, Braaaad...” sighed Tiff dreamily, luxuriating in her lover's gentle touch. Tiff writhed about naked on the bed sheets, reaching her hands up to stroke the bare chest of Brad, who hovered above her just out of reach. Tiff could tell Brad was naked too, though she couldn't see below his waist. She knew because she could feel the tip of his erect penis resting against her wet folds, teasingly stroking her outer pussy lips and slipping up and down the length of her feminine crease.

“Fuck me Brad... I want it. I want your cock so bad.” she begged, her voice weak and pleading. Brad only smiled down at her knowingly, saying nothing. Tiff was quite frustrated at being so powerless, but there was little she could do except spread her legs wider to try to coax him inside. As her hips shifted, she felt the engorged knob of his penis grind against her throbbing clit, sending a burst of pleasure through her flesh. Tiff tried her best to impale herself onto Brad's member, but only managed to repeatedly stroke her clitoris against the shaft of his cock, each time the swollen head just barely managing to slip free of her hungry snatch.

“Unnhh, please... put it in me...” Tiff breathed, feeling the pressure mounting inside her. Any minute now she was going to cum, and she wanted Brad inside her when it happened. But Brad remained expressionless, his face still displaying the same neutral, unconcerned smile. In a fit of frustration Tiff reached both hands between her legs and seized the warm body of her lover, pushing it with all her strength against her crotch and finally finding the satisfaction she craved. Her eyes screwed shut as the pleasure intensified tenfold, sending her body into a shuddering orgasm. In the darkness, Tiff heard herself shout out “I love you!”

Then Tiff opened her eyes. Her breath came out in a deep sigh, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The dream was gone now, and with it the phantom of Brad was gone too, leaving Tiff alone in bed once again. She quickly wished she could close her eyes and return to the dream, to revel in the fantasy for just a little longer. But for now she was stuck with reality... she had better go to the bathroom to clean up the sticky remains of her wet-dream before her thighs started to get cold. Tiff began to get up, but as soon as she shifted her weight she instantly knew she was not alone in her bed.

To startled to yell out, Tiff hastily flung back the bedsheets, and glared down in horror at what was happening between her legs. Tiff's nightgown was pushed up over her hips, and she had no idea where her underwear had gone. In their place was her cousin Brit, completely naked and visibly aroused, contentedly licking at Tiff's spread pussy. Brit's eyes met Tiff's without lifting her face away from her task, though she let out a little giggle as though Tiff had just fallen for some insane practical joke. Rubbing her cheek against Tiff's soaked pubic bush and delighting in the tickling of the hairs against her skin, Brit smiled and said “That was great, wasn't it? You taste better then I thought you would.”

Brit lowered her head and returned to licking clean the juices spilled during Tiff's orgasm. Tiff, meanwhile, was frozen in place. Surely this wasn't real... she must still be dreaming. This was so bizarre, and... Brit was her cousin! And a girl! Tiff wasn't sure which she was repulsed by most. Brit's tongue had found its way back up into Tiff's slick vagina, the sensation finally giving Tiff the strength to move again. “Geddoffa me ya crazy bitch!” yelled Tiff, angrily kicking Brit off of her and clear off the bed as well.

Standing with the blankets of her bed wrapped around her midsection, Tiff glared down at her cousin, demanding an explanation. Brit did not seem deterred. Rolling over onto her hands and knees, Brit crawled across the floor towards Tiff, the eager expression never leaving her face. Clutching her cousin's knees against her chest, Brit stared up at Tiff's face and offered “I did it for you. Don't you see? I've proved that I can do everything that Brad can do. You don't need him anymore. Now I can be your date to the Halloween party, just like it always used to be! We can be a team again, two peas in a pod!” Brit threw her arms around Tiff's hips in a tight hug, pressing her face up against Tiff's blanket-covered crotch. Tiff struggled to push Brit away without hurting her, but her cousin's grip was firm. What the hell was she talking about? Brit seemed to be jealous of Brad, or something, so her solution was... well, in a manner of speaking... to rape her? This wasn't making any sense at all. Tiff roughly brought Brit to her feet, holding her firmly by the shoulders. “Brit, I ain't sure what's busted your brain, but I'm gonna get you some help. In the morning I ca-” Tiff was interrupted by Brit placing a fingertip against Tiff's lips and shhh-ing her. “Hush now Tiffany,” Brit whispered, smiling “You had me at hello.”

Before Tiff could protest Brit had pushed their mouths together in a passionate kiss, Brit's tongue pushing forward into her cousin's mouth and probing every inch it could reach. Brit thankfully released Tiff's lips from the kiss just as she started to gag, Brit's tongue leaving a taste in her mouth that Tiff could only assume was the leftovers of her own vaginal secretions. While Tiff was busy coughing the flavor from her mouth, Brit's hands had found their way to Tiff's backside and got to work at squeezing and kneading Tiff's butt cheeks, simultaneously shoving Tiff's almost naked body against her. Through the thin material of her sleeping gown, Tiff could feel Brit's hardened nipples digging into her breasts, mirroring the lust in Brit's expression. “So Tiff, would you like to try tribbing next?” asked Brit with a wry grin.

Tiff pushed Brit away from her, breaking free of her cousin's embrace and shouting a disgusted “No!”. Brit's smile didn't change, as she stretched out comfortably on Tiff's bed. “You're right. We should take it slow, and stick to eating each other out for now.” Spreading her legs open to give her cousin an eyeful, Brit stroked her pussy with one hand and purred “I believe you owe me an orgasm, Tiffany.”

Having partially recovered from the shock of her cousin's bizarre behavior, Tiff looked Brit in the eye and tried to explain. “Look cuz, first off, I ain't gay. An I really ain't interested in lickin' your cootch.” Brit looked crestfallen, and Tiff grabbed hold of Brit's knees and forced her legs closed, not wanting to have to look at Brit's excited womanhood anymore. “I know you're not gay Tiff. I'm not gay either. Believe me, there's nothing I like more then a firm piece of meat to ride.” offered Brit, “I just wanted to show you how much I love you.”

“And now I know you love me too! I heard you say so! You told me you did!” Brit ranted, her eyes gaining a haunted quality to them. “So now you and I can be lovers, and you won't need to go out with Brad anymore, and you can stay with me instead, and I can tell you all the horrible things I've learned, and we can take turns being on top, and, and, and-”

Tiff slapped Brit across the face. Hard. Hard enough to leave her sprawled out on the floor of the bedroom. She hadn't wanted to, but Brit's emotional problems had clearly gotten too big to handle on her own, and Tiff didn't know what else to do. So she had fallen back on her most trusted method of coping, violence. Part of her knew she would regret it later, but for now Tiff's rational mind had quit and she was operating on pure emotion. “I love Brad, not you, you psycho!” she screamed at the fallen Brit, “I was fuckin' dreaming, I thought you were him!”

Brit looked at Tiff pleadingly, tears welling up in her eyes. “Tiff, wh-” she choked out. Tiff's anger had finally been released and like a stampede, it could not be stopped, or controlled. “Because he actually listens to me! Brad doesn't tell me to do things, he asks me. Unlike you, you never cared what I wanted to do, or if I was having fun. Nooo, the world just revolves around Brittany Crust, and as long as you get what you want then everything's just peachy, ain't it?!” Tiff's hands were clenched into shaking fists, and as she glowered menacingly down at Brit, it seemed very likely Tiff was about to deliver a severe beating to her cowering cousin. Not surprisingly Brit scrambled to get away, speeding towards the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind her. A click sounded, telling Tiff that the door had been locked. Suddenly exhausted, Tiff slunk to her bed and climbed in. She could vaguely hear sounds coming from inside the bathroom, but she shut them out. She laid there in bed for some time, a few stray tears forming a damp spot on her pillow, until sleep finally claimed her.
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“Wow, that's some story.” commented Brad, having just listened to a (slightly abridged) version of the previous night's events from Tiff. Currently he was driving the both of them to Don Prima's Halloween party, but this news was making him wonder if he shouldn't just call it off instead. He was dressed up as Indiana Jones, an early childhood hero of his, while Tiff Crust was wearing a Lara Croft getup, hastily put together from summer wear from the massive Crust wardrobe and a pair of toy pistols borrowed from Brad. “Just wait, it gets even weirder.” claimed Tiff. She was quite glad to have someone she could trust to share this with. She had left out the parts about her dream about him and her impulsively shouted profession of love for him, for fear of scaring him off, but that still left plenty of Brit's craziness to sort through.

“Later, I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard Brit's voice. I pretended to be asleep, but I peeked out at her and... shit, Brad! She looked like she was humpin' the Teevee! It wasn't even on, jus' static, and she was grindin' her cootch against the screen, smearing her mess all over it. Then she started talking to herself, only it was like there was someone else there that only she could hear.”

“I've got no other choice,' she says, “yes, that's a good idea. There's a knife in the kitchen. I can grab it quick, and be back before they catch on.' I've got no idea who Brit meant by them, but she seemed scared a'them. The she goes 'A disguise? To go outside... do you think it will be safe? Yes, yes I see...”

“Then she started mumblin' a buncha made up junk, sounded like 'Yawg-sototh' and 'K'tulu' and crap like that. I didn't know what she was talkin' about last night, but today, I saw she'd gone through my old sports stuff, from the attic. The only thing missing was my old goalie hockey mask...” Tiff trailed off, and an uncomfortable silence descended onto the car. “Well... maybe it's just a costume. She did get an invitation, right?” Brad suggested, hoping to relieve some of the tension. Even he had to admit Brit's actions, even heard second hand, were creeping him out. “Cm'on, I need you to show me around...” said Brad as they parked in front of Don Prima's expansive manor. Tiff still looked depressed, so Brad graciously extended his hand to help her up, with a flourish adding “...M'lady.”

Tiff couldn't help but smile, and took Brad's hand. The couple walked the short trail up to the front entrance of Don's house. The gigantic mansion left Brad in complete awe, and even Tiff remained impressed, despite having been to the Prima manor several times in the past. The entire grounds had been decked out with jack-o-lanterns and other festive decorations, but despite this there was still something in the air that lent an inescapable creepiness to their surroundings. Brad and Tiff exchanged a worried glance, both teens feeling the hair on the back of their necks standing on end. Brad knocked on the massive wooden front door, impatient to get indoors. He didn't know why, but he knew, just knew in his bones that something bad was gonna happen tonight.
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