IC Addams Family (Open)

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Please see the OOC for character list and anything else pertaining to this thread. One request- please keep this thread for IC.

The clan is gathering for a reunion at the Mansion.
Morticia goes from room to room making sure the proper amount of dust is on the furniture. Thing accompanies her groping her breast.
 
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Lurch looked at the stepladders doubtfully. They were rickety and rot had set in, but Morticia had been quite clear, the chandelier needed older candles in it.

Slowly his ponderous steps carried him up the step ladders, the wood creaked loudly with each heavy step. His long arms reached up and he placed the candles in one at a time, before holding up a spill to light them.

His work done, the stepladders promptly chose to break. There was a thunderous crash as Lurch's large plodding body hit the wooden floor.

"Urrrrrrnnnnh!" He moaned mournfully, dusted himself off and got back to his feet as though nothing had happened.
 
Wednesday almost smiled as the cab she was in neared her home. Almost. Being away at school had been a type of torture. People outside of the family were just so damn strange! They were always smiling and wandering around lost in their own little vapid worlds and none of them seemed to understand the thrill of hunting down and enemy or torturing your little brother.

Mostly it was just incredibly dull and she was eager to get home where things were normal.

Glancing into the cabs mirror she did manage a small, satisfied smile at her reflection. At 20 she'd grown into quite a lovely young woman and was glad that she'd taken after her mother. Long raven black hair framed a face filled with large, darck chocolate brown eyes, full red lips and soft, luminous skin. Her body had filled out quite nicely as well. She wasn't quite as tall as her mother but she still had long legs well curved hips, a small waist and firm, full breasts. She didn't dress quite as daringly as Morticia but her clothes did accentuate her lithe, youthful body.

Climbing from the cab she saw the cabby staring at her and offered him a smile that seemed to terrify him. It was the smile a tiger would give it's prey before pouncing and he hurridly unloaded her baggage and drove off while she rang the bell to her home.
 
Gomez stood proudly with hands balled on his hips, admiring the work on the torture rack and thinking of how his one true love would be so pleased with him...

"It will give her such pain..Morticia will truly love it.."

He crooned

"Now if only I had help to set it up...We could begin!"

The day was nearly here, the reunion was about to happen...Gomez moved a hand to his mustache and twisted it in gleeful anticipation..

"How many will cum? Will they ALL? Surely the bats have reached them by now and brought the message to them of the reunion?"

Above a crash is heard, and the familiar roar of Lurch...the roof overhead trembles and then breaks...letting a shower of wood and plaster come down..and the formidable body of Lurch as well

"Lurch! I'm So glad you came down to help me! You look to be in a great deal of pain, are you allright?"

Gomez exclaims with glee and looks with dark, shining eyes upon Lurch as he rises and brushes himself off, then moving to the gaping hole above...

"Excellent Lurch! You've made a skylight for all to look down through as I show Morticia her new TOY!"
 
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Pugsly Adams stood on the front lawn of the house he'd been living in for the past year. To either side of him were Grunt and Grub, his roommates and fellow students. Grunt and Grub were both very much your typical goth kids. Dressed head to toe in black, scowls on their faces and pasty complexions. Pugsly looked very out of place beside them. Tall and barrel chested, he wore a black and white striped shirt and baggy black jean shorts. His brown hair was clipped in a marine-esque crew cut and there seemed to be a perpetual smile on his face.

"I'm telling you, Pugs, this is a bad idea" Grub said with his voice full of concern

"MMmmm" Grunt nodded his agreement. PUgsly just shook his head

"Nonsense. These will be the best Halloween decorations of anyone on the block" Pugsly said with confidence. He'd rigged glow in the dark pumpkins, exploding skeletons and various other things sure to freak out the neighbours. Well, the neighbours that hadn't long since moved away anyways

"Pugsly, Halloween is months away! They'll be the only Halloween decorations on the block" Grub screamed again

"Exactly" Pugsly beamed with pride as he held up the remote he'd designed to control the whole thing.

"I just have a bad feeling about this" Grub shook his head, worried.

"What could go wrong?" Pugsly asked incredulously as he pressed the large red button on the remote. Almost as if on cue, what appeared to be a series of internal explosions shook the house, one after the other. Pugsly, Grub and Grunt were helpless to do anything other than watch as their house slowly collapsed in front of their eyes. The large cloud of dust that rose from the rubble of the destroyed house soon covered them.

"Hmmmmm, I knew the red wire shouldn't have been crossed with the blue wire" Pugsly said with a shake of his head and an expression of bemusement.

"Our house......gone...my cat...." Grub said, staring at the house with a slack jaw

"My girlfriend was still sleeping in there" Grunt said

"Well, I'm sure they'll turn up eventually" Pugsly shrugged his shoulders as he made his way to the 1936 black Rolls Royce that had been his 16th birthday present. He hopped in, started up the engine and rolled on in the direction of home. It would be a great reunion.
 
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"Urrrnh." Grumbled Lurch resignedly, cold heavy eyes regarding Gomez. Slowly he lifted up his eyes to the large hole now in the celing above them and groaned. At least Gomez liked it, Morticia might not appreciate it.

At that moment the doorbell screamed it's shrill peel and Lurch's eyes lit up in a rare moment of lucidity. He began the slow dirge towards the front door. Of course he moved slowly, but being nearly Seven feet tall meant he covered the distance in fewer strides.

Heavy sausage-sized fingers wrapped around the doorknob and the door opened with a satisfyingly loud creak. Lurch's eyes lit up and a soft smile spread across his slab-like face.

"Weeednnnesdayyy." He grinned and his huge long arms wrapped around, picking the girl up as though she was still a little girl. She was far more than that now, he barely recognised the lucious young woman before him, yet it was still Wednesday, his companion and friend whom he had looked out for over the years. His embrace was, as ever, iron-like, holding her in his arms he finally set her down inside the hallway and picked up her bags.

His heavy thunderous footsteps started up again as he took her bags to her room dutifully, likely Gomez and company would like to see her.
 
"Weeednnnesdayyy."

She couldn't help but to actually crack a grin as Lurch picked her up like she was still a little girl and hugged her tightly. It was good to be home! Wrapping her arms around his neck she returned the hug - though with not nearly as much strength as the butler exuded - and kissed his cheek when he finally put her down.

"How have you been Lurch?" she asked as she followed him up the stairs to her room, "Mother and Father...well o.k. Father...still driving you crazy? Pugsly hasn't blown up my room while I was away has he? Of course if he did it would just give me an excuse to...play...just a little," the last was said with that same cold smile she'd given the cabbie.

As he pushed open her bedroom door she felt a shiver of pleasure at the sight. Unlike the ugly, boring, dorms at school this space was hers and it showed. Black walls with blood red highlights wrapped around her and there were delicious black silk sheets and comforters on her bed. The only splash of color the few, small, blood red pillows on it.

"Oh it's good to be home!" she exclaimed before giving Lurch another hug as he put down her bags. He was one of the few people she really relaxed around, he was her Lurch after all.
 
"We all missed you."

He droned, he always droned. It wasn't that he didn't feel emotions or that he was stupid. Indeed Lurch had very many interesting and multiform ideas throughout the day, but whenever he tried to engage Gomez or Uncle Fester in a discussion on the third law of thermodynamics, instead of the well articulated prose he had in mind coming out of his mouth, he usually just grunted or groaned. Still, the smile on his wide face was very much in evidence.

Wednesday was still his little girl, in a way, he had watched out for her when she was younger, he was like an older brother, the good kind that didn't tease or pull their younger siblings hair. He was quite a softie really, underneath.

His dull eyes took in her room, he'd kept it just like it was when she left, even before she went off to College she had her mother's taste in decoration, and it was scandalously delicious.

"Gomez is downstairs, everyone is looking forward to seeing you."
 
"Gomez is downstairs, everyone is looking forward to seeing you."

Wednesday looked up at Lurch and was actually tempted to just snuggle into him. Life at school was aweful. If her parents were so set on her having an education she'd have left, and here was Lurch, the ultimate reminder of home and how much she actually missed it. They had a lot in common which was something that she'd realized at a young age. There was much more going on behind the scenes than either of their exteriors showed. Her coldness hid a world of emotions and thoughts that most would never have suspected from Wednesday Adaams but they were still there.

She just didn't let them come out to play often.

"Trying to get rid of me already Lurch?" she asked and gave him a little girl pout. Only with Lurch did she really let that cold exterior drop entirely.

"I know you're not," she continued as she schooled her face into that calm exterior once more, "And you're right, I should go find Mother and Father and let them know I'm home. Since you seem to know where they are please lead the way."
 
Morticia heard Lurch answer the door and call out her daughter's name.

"Ah, Wednesday.....", she extended her arms towards her daughter. "My how you've grown. Surely all the young men must be afraid of you by now"

Soon, thought Morticia, she would have to ensure that her daughter was schooled in the proper ways of romance.

She sighed, wondering where her querido was. "Probably playing with his train waiting for the guests to arrive."

She resumed arranging her precious rose stems in the vase, absently cutting the vile blooms from them.
 
"WEDNESDAY!!!"

Gomez pranced into the room and pulled his daughter to him...well almost to him, there were a few things in the way that hadn't been so pronounced before...

"MY How You have GROWN, I've missed you!!!"

Stepping back he took a GOOD look and slid his arms around his ONE TRUE LOVE, Morticia..

"Isn't she the SLUT we had hoped she grow UP to be, my love?"
 
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Morticia looked at her husband, "Oui, mon cheri. A wonderful slut, she will be. Just like her mother. Oui"
 
Wednesday hugged both her parents and had to chuckle softly as they discussed her growing up into some sort of slut like her mother. She didn't really consider her mother a slut. Or granted Morticia and Gomez were more demonstrative that most but they loved each other so it never bothered Wednesday.

"I'm not a slut Father but thank you for comparing me to Mother," she said in the distant voice that had been second nature to her since she was young. "Have Pugsly and Uncle Fester gotten home yet? Or perhaps Cousin It? It's been a long time since I've seen the family. I really do wish you'd let me leave that aweful school.

It's horrid there."
 
Morticia caressed her daughter's cheek, "But of course you're a slut darling. Your father and I wouldn't have it any other way. Would we mi querido?"

She paused for a moment, considering her daughter's question regarding school. "I leave those matters for your father darling. Gomez, why is she in school?"

She glanced behind her daughter and noticed Lurch in the doorway, "Oh, hello Lurch. Is there any sign of Pugsly, or Uncle Fester, or Cousin It?"
 
Lurch loomed, it's what he did. He stood motionless un the background like a great tower. He shook his head sadly as he looked down at Morticia.

"Nooo my lady."

Lurch was pretty sure Uncle Fester was locked away in his dungeon, building some new device or somesuch. But of Cousin It and Pugsly there was no sign, yet.
 
"I leave those matters for your father darling. Gomez, why is she in school?"

"I wanted her to experience the ways of the world, Mi amor verdadero, but perhaps she has a point...Perhaps, after the reunion I teach her...the Addam's way?"

Gomez turned to Morticia, letting her eyes show her agreement with his suggestion, knowing she would never contradict him...in front of others.

"It will be something we can share....together."

And as he saw the approval and lust in Morticia's face he smiled and turned backed to Wednesday...and kissed her full on the lips.

Tend to your unpacking, Mi flor erótica oscura, I have something I want to show your mother before the rest of the family arrives.
 
Wednesday blinked in surprise at her father's kiss. She wasn't really certain that she liked the way her parents were talking about teaching her the "Adaam's way" but if they were willing to let her leave that blasted school she'd go with it for now.

Tend to your unpacking, Mi flor erótica oscura, I have something I want to show your mother before the rest of the family arrives.

At that she just rolled her eyes. It didn't take a genius to know what Gomez wanted to "show" Morticia. Glancing over her shoulder as she spun to leave the room she nodded toward Lurch in a way that clearly asked him to follow her.

"Lurch, would you help me unpack please. I need some helping putting all the knives back in their places."
 
"Oh, Gomez, she brought her knives home. She must have really missed us." Morticia touched her cheek to her husband's. "Now my darling, what is it that you wanted to show me"

She put down her shears as Lurch followed Wednesday out of the room. She extended her hand for her husband to take.
 
Lurch said nothing and merely followed in Wednesday's wake. Ah, the knife collection. It was most impressive, even for an Addams. She had enjoyed playing with knives from a young age, it was encouraged by her parents strongly. He wondered if she'd managed to add to her collection. He doubted the outsiders, the others would appreciate her penchant for all things sharp while she was at college.

Back up the stairs he went following her, his footfalls heavy on the wood until they were back in Wednesday's room. He didn't want for an order or command, he picked up the nearest iron-braced leather suitcase and began unpacking the myriad items that fell from it as he somewhat clumsily emptied onto her bed.
 
"Now my darling, what is it that you wanted to show me"

Like the troubador he once was when alive...Gomez took his true loves hand on his arm and led her to the steps below.

"Your fire excites me so tonight, my love, when I look into your eyes I can see Hell in them..."

Arm in arm he led Morticia down the flight of winding steps, recalling the precious memory of a time when she tripped and fell down the near full length of them..

"You were so beautiful then, your dress ripped open...your face bleeding and your arm broken just...so"

They both laughed at the fond memory and made it to the last flight of steps, Gomez placing his hand over Morticia's eyes before they took the last few steps down.

"See slut de mi vida I restored it just as it was when I first met you!"
 
Wednesday almost laughed as Lurch simply grabbed one of her suitcases until she realized which one he'd just spilled out on her bed. For the first time in her life Wednesday felt a blush creep over her cheeks. The bag he'd opened contained nothing but her lingerie. Black lace and satin spilled across the bed in a frothy pile that would have made even Morticia proud.

"Well I guess we know which drawer those go in," she said as she turned to grab another bag, this one with her knives in it. "Would you please put these up on their wall Lurch, I can't reach all the sheaths."

As she spoke she moved around the bed, squeezing herself between him and her lingerie and without even realizing that the action rolled her firm bottom across the front of Lurch's body. Deftly she gathered up the silk and lace and turned to put them away in her dresser.
 
For a moment his eyes came to life again, they widened in exclamation but he said nothing. The colour rose in his pallid cheeks as he blushed, yet he didn't tear his eyes from those delicious scraps of silk and satin as quickly as he should have.

Thankful for something to take his mind off the torrid images of Wednesday clad in those tiny little lacey things Lurch busied himself with the knifes, placing each one in it's sheath on the wall with immaculate care and attention.

Oh, what had happened to the little girl he had known? It was still Wednesday, but...she wasn't a little girl anymore. Her breasts swelled and her hips were curved, her behind was...

Just as that thought came to him he came into contact with said behind. His eyes rolled back in his head for a moment.

"Urrrnnnhh." He groaned, but was it in consternation or pleasure? He looked down at the pretty little thing infront of him and well...Lurch wasn't the best at keeping his body in check. He didn't normally have to bother. His arousal was begining to become...evident shall we say. And as for the manifestation, let's just say that it was in direct proportion to his tall 7ft frame.
 
"Urrrnnnhh."

Wednesday looked up at Lurch as he groaned and was surprised by what she saw. His normally stoic face was showing something that she'd never seen on his face but that she recognized from seeing on her parents faces often enough to know it for what it was. Desire. Lurch was looking down at her the way she often saw Gomez looking at Morticia.

Not knowing what to say she glanced down and realized that his face wasn't the only thing showing desire. His lust was evident and growing larger as she stared at the front of his pants. For the first time in her life Wednesday wasn't sure what to do. She didn't have any real experience with men, after all she'd been trapped at that darn school with nothing but disgusting boys who smiled far too much and thought she was the weird one.

Turning to face him she found herself looking up at him and found herself unable to say anything at but just staring up at him with their bodies practically molded together beside her bed.
 
There was a whirlwind of dust that scrambled from the east and roared along the road right to the driveway and then a door opened and something bounced out.

Something standing five five and long strangly tan colored hair with a derby on top of the head.

"merggle morzts meegit"

The strange sight moved gracefully across the drive to the door and a yank of the cord rang the loud clang of the gong anouncing a new arrival.
 
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