A very long story. It’s around 18,000 characters before it gets to the super steamy parts. If you want a short story with a thin plot, this is not for you. It takes a long time to set up a semi-believable scenario. The point of view, and narration switches fluidly. This is not by accident, this is how I like to write my stories. Enjoy,Terry pulled the black stockings up her soft leg, her dress barely covering her soft, white, seventeen year old ass. She looked over in the mirror at her completed outfit and smiled, running her hands down the side of her body, resting on her hips. She tilted her body to the side and pushed her ass out. She was wearing a tight, white dress shirt that was hard to see through, but if you looked close enough you could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had a tie that wasn’t done all the way up hanging about four inches from her neck, the buttons undone to show just the top of her cleavage. Her dress was black and gray, barely covering her ass. She had a pair of black lacy panties on that made her feel sexy. She didn’t have any real reason to look sexy tonight, but she wanted to. Walking to her closet she grabbed a gray cardigan to finish the outfit, draping it over her shoulders and looking in the mirror one last time, winking at herself as she blew a kiss. It was five o’clock, time to meet up with her friends. Her parents were waiting for her downstairs. “Where do you think you’re going dressed like that young lady,” asked her father. “Dad, I’m seventeen. Don’t you think it’s time I had a little bit of liberty? It’s my body and if I want to dress like this I think I should have the right.” “Do not talk to your father like that missy,” her mother said with a slightly raised voice. “We could have been a little lenient, but with that attitude of yours you’re making it pretty hard to be fair.” “If you want to dress like that, fine,” her father said, turning to her brother, “Sam, I want you to see that she doesn’t leave the house tonight. ONE of you still has some sensibility. We’ll be back late tonight from the office party. I trust you to watch her for me. I’ll give you $20 if you do a good job.” Sam just looked over, smiled, and said, “of course I’ll watch her for you Dad. I’d do anything for you guys.” Terra wanted to punch his stupid fat head right then and there, but she knew that would get her no where but grounded. “You people are unbelievable!” She slumped down on the couch and folded her arms, not making eye contact with anyone. Her parents walked out and Sam went back to his movie. It was the old Dracula, starring Bela Lugosi. The best Dracula, in his eyes. After about fifteen minutes Terra made a move to stand up. “No you don’t.” “What are you talking about, I wasn’t trying to leave dill hole, I was just going to get into pajamas.” “I’m only two years older than you. I’m not so old that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be your age. You were trying to sneak a drink from Mom and Dad’s room.” Really Sam just didn’t want her to change out of her outfit. He had lost his desire to go trick or treating long ago, and realized not long ago that all the parties were the same. Still, he was horny and wanted some kind of ass to stare at, even forbidden ass. “Fine dick head, I was going to get a drink, who cares?” “If you want one you’re going to have to be a lot nicer than that.” The gears in Sam’s mind were starting to spin faster and faster as the blood pumped to his pants. He had an idea. “Oh?” “How istanbul travesti about this. A little game between you and I. If you win, I’ll let you take my whole bottle of Captains that I have stashed away, and you can have your little party with your friends. I’ll cover for you and everything.” “And if I lose?” “You become my slave for the next week. Mom and Dad said they’re coming home late just to scare you. They won’t be back until tomorrow night they told me. After the party they’re going to crash at the hotel and… well…. they’ve been married a long time.” “Okay that’s gross. Fine… What’s the rules of the game?” “Well it has to be a fair game, so whoever has the most points wins. It has to be something out of the control of either of us, so whatever it is has to be up to fate, luck, and skill. And we both have to swear completely to our oaths. No matter what I will cover for you. If Mom and Dad come home I see to it that they don’t know that you’ve even left. And you have to do everything I say if you lose.” Sam ran around the house, quickly, moving large objects against the wall, locking all the doors and windows, covering them so no one could see in. He ran in and out of every room in the house checking every space and crack in the wall. Then he came back in the living room carrying a box of objects, laying them out of the floor. “The game is called HUNTER. This is how you play. One person, the prey, starts in the attic of the house. The hunter starts in the basement. The Hunter will be blindfolded, and they’ll wear these headphones that surround the ear. The prey wears this small transmitter here. Whenever the Hunter is within ten feet the headphones will start to beep like a metal detector. The prey will keep three pieces of cloth on their belt. If the Hunter grabs it they get 5 points, after they grab them all the round is over. The Hunter, before the round starts will hide this five small transmitters all over the house. The prey has to find them all, without getting caught. Each one is only two points, so for the round to end the prey must find them all and press the button on them. When one is pressed it sends a message to the hunter and tells him a number, 1-5, so they know where the prey is. The points are lopsided to off-set the difficulty of each role. The Prey can move objects in the house, close doors, set things in the Hunter’s way, basically do whatever they have to do to win. The Hunter can grab as many cloths as the can get their hands on all at once, so the round can end if they Hunter finds the prey even once. But the prey can grab cloth back. Each round lasts one hour. There are three rounds to the game. That ends the game at eight. Plenty of time for you to go to your party, and plenty of time for me to torture you. Do you still want to play?” “HELL YEAH! Holy crap this sounds awesome! Is this what you do with all your time?” “Well, I am going to college to become an engineer. You do remember I started college when I was your age right?” “Whatever. Let’s get this started!” “Alright, just stay here.” He walked away and came back a minute later with his bottle of Captains in his hand. Opening the bottle he poured out two large shots. “A deal is a deal. With these drinks we swear to keep the rules. If either of us break we both have enough dirt on each other for our parents to kill us. You’ll be grounded for life, and they’ll stop paying for my college.” “Okay. istanbul travestileri I give you my word.” “And I give you mine,” said Sam. They picked up their glasses and downed the shots. They flipped coins to see who would be HUNTER and who would be the prey. Sam got to be the prey this round, so he put on the blindfold while Terry ran around the house hiding the transmitters everywhere. When she finished he walked her to the basement, putting the blindfold on her. “Okay, I have this button here. When I press it it beeps in your ear that I’m in the attic and the round is about to start. An alarm will go off when the round is over. After this round we switch places.” “Okay.” Sam took a hard look at her now that she couldn’t see his eyes watching her. He would win this game. He had to. It was burning him up inside, the other games he imagined for her. He placed the earphones on her and turned them on, running upstairs. He sat on the seat in the attic and pressed his thumb to the switch, activating all the equipment. The house, was two floors, not including the attic and the basement. Terry had been gone for a while so they could be anywhere in the house. On top of having the four levels, the house was extremely big. It was built for a family of ten, but used only for theirs. His parents were wealthy, and could more than afford the large home. FIVE MINUTES Sam searched every inch of the attic for a transmitter, but couldn’t find one. He made his way to the stairs, running down them and darting into the first bedroom, his sisters. At this he slowed down. This was his chance… He had an hour to find five transmitters. Heck if he found one and didn’t get caught he would win this round. He was going to take his time. With this he walked to his room and grabbed his camera, skipping back to his sisters room. She couldn’t hear or see him, wherever she was. He walked over to her drawers and opened them, not really looking for the transmitters yet. He pulled up one of her bras and put it to his nose, smelling it. He held the breath in his longs for a long time, absorbing it before he let it out. Her panties were next. A photo album was sitting on top of her dresser, so Sam flipped through it. In them were pictures of her friends and her doing various things. Near the middle Sam stopped and stared. There was a picture of Terra (as he called her) in a bathing suit, looking at the camera with smoldering eyes. He took the picture out and went to his room to scan it onto his computer, putting the picture back where he had found it. He started to search the room for a transmitter at this point, but was stopped when he found her diary hidden away underneath her bed. He flipped it open and started to read to himself. January 7th, I got a new journal today! I’m pretty excited. I think I’m going to write every day! Well, day one down. March 28th, So I don’t write every day. Or every week. But I am trying. The boy is at it again. Every time I see him I blush, and I get so wet. He turns me on! God, I hate it. There were a bunch of entries after that with random blurbs and thoughts. It didn’t get interesting until: July 19th, Today I went out and bought a dildo. My heart was beating like crazy when I went into the store. I had my fake ID so I knew I wouldn’t get caught, but the idea of buying a sex toy was so… naughty! I tried it when I got home and, WOW… I’ve never come that hard in my life. I was thinking travesti about the boy the whole time. I’m going to hide it under the floor boards in my closet. No one knows about that space. Sam walked over to the closet, opening it and knocked on the floor to find the secret opening. When he found it, he pealed it open to reveal a few things. There were secret notes, some cash, a little pot, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels, and two things that really drew his attention. One of the transmitters was sitting there next to a red box, covered with intricate designs and a ribbon laying next to it. He picked up the transmitter and pressed it absentmindedly, five points for him. He reached out and picked up the box opening it and staring at the phallus. He picked it up and smelled it, the scent of his sisters pussy turned him on more than he had ever been before. TWENTY FIVE MINUTES Terry was walking silently up the stairs when she heard the headphones go off, Transmitter three activated. She made her way quietly up the stairs as fast as she could move. That one was hidden in her secret spot. No one was supposed to know about that. HOPEFULLY Sam hadn’t opened the red box. He wasn’t usually that curious, but for some reason a small part of Terry was a little turned on by the idea of him seeing it. She knew had a map of the house in her head and knew her room inside and out. Just outside of the door the sensor beeped, she was within ten feet. She walked slowly up to her closet with her hand out, the second she felt him she grabbed quickly at his belt, ripping all three pieces of cloth at once. She pulled the blindfold off, jumping up and down screaming, “I WON, I WON!” Sam had put away the sex toy and was starting to close the floorboards when she had grabbed him. She was so quiet, she had caught him off guard. “Damn… Well you win this round, so you have 15 points and I have 5. This round, I’m the Hunter, and you’re the,” he paused for just a second, “prey.” “Fine with me, Bitch.” They set themselves up again, moving the transmitters all over the house, and sitting at their respective spots. This time Terry sat upstairs in the attic and pressed the trigger to activate all the transmitters. She ran down both stairs, right to the first floor. She knew her brother. He would hide the transmitters down low. She would kill time upstairs, and that would give him time to corner her up there with the sensor. He was strong too, if he caught her, she would only struggle in vain. Just as Terry flew down the stairs, Sam ran up the basement stairs. Terry barely got out of range of the sensor as Sam ran up the stairs. She had at least twenty minutes to kill before he figured it out. She went straight to the basement first, the first sensor hidden right underneath the chair. She grabbed it, but didn’t set it off. She didn’t want him to know where she was yet. She ran upstairs to try to find others before he figured out that she wasn’t upstairs, but before she could think, strong arms picked her up off the ground, and ripped the pieces of cloth from her waist. “I win this round little girl,” her brother gloated. He took off the blindfold and headphones, looking right into her face. “And, because you didn’t set that sensor off, it doesn’t count for points, which means I have 17 and you have only 15. Happy Hunting.” They reset everything, and Sam readied himself upstairs. This time his tactic would change. He would draw this one out. He was try to get close enough to her to set off her sensor, but far enough that she didn’t catch him. He clicked the button and ran as fast as he could down the stairs. She wouldn’t use her room again, that was for sure, and she wouldn’t use the basement. The attic was mostly bare, so easy to check.