Sex with the Napper

Your New Home

They drove for about twenty more minutes on packed highways and interstates. He pulled onto a gravel road and drove for ten more minutes, until Ian made a right turn, and the road turned into a drive-way, which was surrounded by giant trees and bushes. Amy gasped out loud at the beauty of the scenery. Ian just smiled like he was seeing an old friend.

"I grew up in these trees. Know 'em like the back of my hand." said Ian. They drove a minute farther north, and then Amy saw the house.

It was grand and white, very Victorian. Blue shutters, a wrap around deck with a porch swing. There were Airedale terriers barking and running around the yard. Amy loved every inch of it, the outside, that is.

Ian pulled into an unattached garage, and turned the car off. they sat in silence for a moment, and Ian turned towards her.

"Listen, in the house, the main floor looks normal. The upstairs has rooms, and the basement...well, you'll understand whence you see it. The attic is like a stripper bar. that's where you'll mostly be. And my brother, he's the man of the house. You do what he says, no matter what. Got it?" Amy nodded. "Good."

Ian got out of the car, and walked to Amy's side, opened the door, and reached over her to unbuckle her. she climbed out the car, avoiding the hand Ian held out for her. He smirked at her.

"Stick with me. The men around here can be...strange. Not gentlemanly like myself." he smiled at himself. Amy scoffed at him. They walked to the front door, and Ian pulled out his keys, fumbled with them for a minute before finding the right one.

The door swung open, and Amy had to resist the urge to gasp. The house was huge! Hard wood floors throughout, a huge kitchen, which had an island in the middle. A few girls were sitting on it, talking with a man that looked very similar to Ian. Except he had short hair, which was spiked.

"Ah! Ian! I was being to worry about you, lil bro!" the man called out when he caught sight if Ian and Amy. "Who's this?" He walked over to Amy, grabbed her hand and spun her. "beautiful, no doubt."

Ian took Amy back, and snaked his arm around her waist.

"Duke, this is Amy. Amy, this is Duke, my brother." Duke stared at Amy with the same piercing gaze Ian had.

"Amy," Duke hummed, "Amy, would you do me the honor of showing you around the house?" he smiled. And not a nice smile, it was the smile of an evil plan about to uncoil. Amy looked at Ian, who had an apologetic look in his eyes. He let his arm fall from around her waist, and Duke took Amy's arm in a formal manner.