Smut ideas

The Hollows

TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF DEATH

This is based off of an idea I've had for a long time. It's probably the oldest snippet in this book (not exactly, but you get what I mean)

This chapter is mostly a plot + a bit of undressing with basically no sex.

Lucy was walking home. She was 20, and lived alone in a cottage in the outskirts of the town. Her parents had abandoned her as an infant, leaving her at the mercy of the elements. She was fortunate enough to have been found by Mr. and Mrs. Hollow, the mason and his wife.

Mrs. Hollow had died of child birth a few years after adopting Lucy, leaving behind a younger brother, Dyson. Mr. Hollow died another tragic death. One faithful day, when Lucy became 16, he was crafting a samurai sword for the neighbors, when he slipped and impaled his face on not the sword, but rather the corner of his chair.

This left Lucy, an already depressed teenager, to care for her traumatized 13 year old brother alone. It was then that she realized two things. She was now an orphan, meaning that she was on her own. Her life was now futile. She wouldn't be able to do anything due to her education abruptly stopping, probably permanently. The best she could do was help her brother.

She throughout the town, searching for work. She eventually found an inn which accepted her. Every day, she would drop her brother off to school and go to the inn, then, she would take a lunch break in which she dropped her brother home, and then finally, she would return at 6 to the Hollow's house, which was left in her name. Hollow hadn't left her with much. The house and a modest amount of cash, which she saved for emergencies.

Her brother wasn't oblivious of his sister's condition. He would help her out whenever he could, which was a lot.

As she was walking home, she thought about all her broken dreams and all she could've been. She went into her bedroom and locked the door so she could cry.  Her brother was in his room. She would never cry in front of her brother. He already had enough to deal with.

Dyson used to be your average carefree, happy child. That was before he saw his dad on his chair. He was kneeling with his face impaled by the chair, his left eye gone, with a portion of his brain oozing out. He couldn't erase that image from his head, even though Lucy had immediately covered his eyes, the scene was printed into his mind.

Ever since then, he'd become very reserved, never talking unless talked to first. Fast forward a few years and he's suicidal, with only the thought of how devastated his sister would be being the only thing stopping him from dying.

Lucy was well aware of this. She did what she could, but nothing seemed to help. She sat on her bed, head leaning on the wall. She would have to make dinner for herself. Her brother was going out later. Lucy wanted Dyson to spend time with his girlfriend. She hoped having a girlfriend helped him get happy, or at the very least, happier.

She stood up and dragged herself to the kitchen. It was the middle of summer. Cooking in those temperatures with clothes wasn't something she liked doing.

Lucy unfastened her belt and put it on the counter. Then, she dropped every last but of cloth on her and put that on the counter as well. She felt the freedom of the warm fire on her tits and spread her legs wide to let some warmth into her pussy.

Dyson came into the kitchen. "I'll be leaving in a few minutes. Anything you want help with."

"I'm good. Have fun!" Lucy said, turning towards him. She noticed that he had gotten a boner. She normally didn't care, it was natural after all, but she wasn't sending him over to a girl's house with a boner that big.

"What happened, Lucy?" Dyson looked at her in confusion.

"You can't go to a girl's house in this state. Look at your dick. They'll think you're a creep." Lucy got up and walked to him.

He tried to cover it with his shirt, but it was too big to not bulge out. Lucy knelt down in front of him and pulled his pants slightly down.

She reached for a tissue and started stroking her hand on his dick like she usually did. "Lucy, I can do this mys - oohhh, aahhh" she caught his cum in the tissue which she threw away. "Have fun."

Dyson walked to Mel, his girlfriend's house. He was greeted by her dad, who was sharpening his knife. Mel, when she saw Dyson, ran over to the door and let him in.

Her dad spent most, actually all, of his time, sharpening his knife in a corner, with his gaze fixed on Dyson. Mel asked her dad if she could go to the forest to hang out with Dyson. Her sceptical dad was about to go with them when Mel's brother offered to go with them instead.

As soon as they stepped out of the house and closed the door, Mel's brother went in another direction.

"Wasn't your brother supposed to keep watch in us?"

"He doesn't care what we do. He's cool that way. He's not cool in any other way though."

"That's nice." Dyson said, after which they headed wordlessly to the forest. Mel led Dyson to a clearing in the forest, which not many people knew about.

"What is this place? Why are we here?"

Mel responded by letting her coat slip off her shoulders and onto the ground. "Well, I was thinking we could enjoy a bit here. Away from everyone else. Just my luck, it's a tad bit hot here today."

"Yeah, you're right, I'm starting to sweat now." He took off his overcoat and hung it on a low blunted brach of a tree behind him. Then he unbuttoned and slipped off his shirt. She could see an erection forming.

Mel could barely hold back her squeals. She had spent so much time preparing for this that morning. "Unusually hot today, isn't it." with which she kneeled down, letting her tits bounce on his dick, and unfastened Dyson's belt. His baggy pants fell to the ground and he was left in nothing but his briefs.

Mel stripped off her shirt and her pants, revealing her lingerie. Dyson was hard by now. He touched Mel's back and ran his hands up it.

He gracefully took it off her. "Hot!" He mouthed.

Mel, who was staring down at his bulge, put her hands on Dyson's ass and slid her thumbs under his briefs, stroking both buttocks with them. She put the rest of her hands under his briefs and slid them down, stroking his legs on the way.

Sorry for having disappeared for like 6 months. I was kinda busy, especially with studies and friends, and couldn't really think of anything.

Anyways, I'll probably do a part II for this story as well. It'll be shorter, and more about sex than the plot.