1. A Tale of Amara III


    Date: 1/27/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Black, Author: castiel kane, Rating: 73.7, Source: sexstories.com

    you those trinkets and clothes and shoes? Why do you think they called you so much?” Evelyn stood from her perch on the couch and walked to the bedside fridge to pour herself a glass of Cranberry and Vodka. A stunned Amara sat speechless, staring at the woman she had called mother all her life. Somehow she seemed alien now, what with the strange words pour out of her mouth. “They all want you. They want something from you. They want to own you. I’m just thankful you are wise enough to control yourself, otherwise this would’ve been a very different conversation”. Evelyn went on to tell the quiet Amara that her father had been sneaking off to her room at night, all those years ago, to admire her blossoming beauty. How she (Amara) had stolen her husband from her, not intentionally, but still it was an insult she could not live with. An insult that was compounded by Amara’s refusal to leave the house along with her siblings. Evelyn spilled her guts that night. The more she drank, the more she spoke, and she spoke frankly. She admitted that she still resented Amara, but she had learned to live with it. She confessed that she relished all those tales Amara had shared with her sisters about her suffering at the hands of their father. How she had encouraged her sisters to antagonize and torment her. She praised her ex-husband’s control for not having had his way with his daughter. She went on for hours. Amara stayed quiet, all she did was listen. As she walked backed to her ...
    father’s house that night, Amara felt hollow and empty. Something was broken in her, and she knew it. Her mother and sisters had accused of being something akin to a succubus. They were wrong, she’d been the best possible daughter or sister to then as she could be, and they made her life horrible for all her worries. She decided, as she prepared dinner for her father that night, that if she was going to get crucified for atrocities she did not commit, she might as well go ahead and commit those crimes. In the weeks that followed, Amara sweet-talked and flirted almost unabashedly with the men in her life. Her father and recently married brother were the easiest to conquer. While she did not sleep with them, she made them wish they could. As a result, all she ever wanted was hers to get so long as she stayed within the confines of reason. Her sisters’ lovers on the other hand were reduced to shivering molasses in her hands. She pulled their strings this way and that until they had little interest in her sisters. Only then did she let them taste of the fruit of her loins. * * * Amara made her way to MMII in her brother’s car. He still looked good looking and was every bit as charming as ever. She loved him to bits and if he wasn’t her sibling, she’d drag him to the nearest hotel and prove said love. He stood and fought valiantly when her sisters and mother tried to protest the will that was read to them. That any of them was surprised that she was the chief beneficiary of his will and ...
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