The Neighborhood

[PorcelainWaif]

Like all suburbs, Ivyoke has its reputation as a quiet, boring place, skirting the action rather than acting as a hub to anything of interest itself. On the surface, it lives up to that reputation glowingly, with clipped lawns and the occasional dinner party with exorbitantly-priced, crème-colored china. But the residents of Ivyoke, as in any sub-sect of any city in any country of the world, had much more colorful fantasies than their appearance alone may have revealed. What set them apart was the frequency with which these fantasies met fruition. It is a private and well-groomed coastal New England community, almost entirely residential, as it was relatively close to a large city. Its residents work, for the most part, in the city, and commute back to their luxurious dwellings. The Ivyoke Institutes are private schools from pre-kindergarten to high school that almost all the school aged kids in the area attend, as in this suburb, the cost is most likely not of great issue, and the education was far above-par, compared to the city public schooling. The how’s and why’s of the overstuffed pocketbooks of Ivyoke residents is a varied list. Inheritance and old money to entrepreneurship and investment, almost every inhabitant has a story to tell. It is the nature of these stories, and the colorful fantasies that lie beneath, that we should endeavor to explore herein. So knock twice, and clean your shoes on the carpet, lest you muddy the radiant hardwoods within. These are no ordinary lives we will encounter, and certainly… certainly… no ordinary people.

CURRENT CASTLIST: (will be updated as we go)

Stephanie Faust-- Molly Hunter28
Jonathan Hatfeild-- OnHarry
Ian Pratt-- GagOnThis
Seth Faust-- PogueMahone
Brigitte Glover-- Sexy Curves
Claudia Reis-- Porcelain Waif

 

[molly_hunter28]

Stephanie Faust

Waking up in her oversized bed, Steph yawned and streched. Mornings were always roughest on her, she could stay in bed forever. It was only because her brother, Seth had poked his head in telling her it was almost eleven that she got up.

This town had rumors floating all around about her and her brothers. None of them was she quick to dispell. She liked to be mysterious, liked people wondering about her. Money like she had also helped out, people always wanted to know how she got so rich. She'd just smile and laugh, never revealing a thing.

Getting up she walked to the the bathroom to shower before she headed down for breakfast, or lunch as it may be. The water felt wonderful over her skin. It helped to wake her up and get her moving. After her quick wake up, she headed down to find a delicious smell from the kitchen.

"Someone must be cooking something good," I said as I walked in.

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

Seth cursed. Turning from the incandescent glow of his computer’s monitor, he grimaced as he rubbed his eyes. He’d spent most of last night and a good portion of the morning working and now, due to some sort of terminal error, all his work was gone. He pondered restarting the computer and spending the next couple of hours redoing all his work. With another soft muttered curse, Seth stood up and turning the monitor off left his office.

Stepping out of the small room, a renovated closet, that he used as an office, Seth glanced around his room, smiling at the simple almost pedestrian decorations of his bedroom. No one would mistake this room as one belonging to a millionaire, he chuckled to himself as he stripped out of his loose sweat suit, wincing as he sniffed, realizing that he had spent way too much time working. “Shower time,” He noted, grabbing a towel and heading towards the bathroom. A quick shower and shave left Seth feeling one hundred percent better, his short blonde hair standing straight up as he gently knocked on his younger sister’s bedroom door. Knowing Steph she was probably still in bed. “Wake up, it’s 11 o’clock,” He told his sleepy sister before ducking his head back out of her room. She usually wasn’t at her best when woken but Seth didn’t think she should sleep the day completely away.

Dressing quickly, Seth realized how hungry he was, he’d last eaten sometime yesterday before becoming engrossed in his work. His stomach rumbled loudly as he headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Grabbing a frying pan, he opened the large refrigerator and began selecting ingredients. “Have to go shopping,” He noted, pulling the last of the fresh produce out before turning to the counter and preparing a quick stir fry.

"Someone must be cooking something good," Stephanie noted as she entered the kitchen.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Seth greeted his sister with a smile, glancing back at her as he continued to stir the hot frying vegetables. He’d been calling her that nickname ever since she’d been small for her constant habit of sleeping the day away. As she had grown the nickname had become even more fitting as his little sister had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. “If you set the table, lunch will be ready in a couple of minutes.

 

[gagonthis]

Ian rose out of bed at the crack of dawn. He yawned sleepily, knowing he could go back to bed for at least another few hours, but feeling the need to be up when the sun came up. He didn't have any curtains in his room either so it would be hard to go back to sleep anyway. He stretched out and went to the kitchen grabbing the carton of orange juice from the fridge. He drank what was left of it and threw it into the garbage before grabbing a power bar and munching it down quickly.

Ian didn't really preen himself, preferring to focus his life on more important things in life, but he still liked to keep in shape. he went for a job through the neighborhood every morning when he awoke, and today would be no different. Throwing on a pair of trackpants and a t-shirt he stretched out in the kitchen as he filled a water bottle and munched on another power bar. He had only recently moved to the neighborhood, buying the house because there were no good rentals around. He liked the neighborhood, a far cry from his old haunts. He had the money to pay for it, though no one looking at him would believe he could afford to live in this little slice of suburban paradise. That was his business only though.

He began running and much to his shock when he glanced down at his watch realized he'd been jogging for well over two hours. He turned around and began to run back, knowing he'd get back in the neighborhood around 11, and feeling very invigorated from the run. He smiled as he felt the breeze on his face, his long hair trailing behind him. He waved to all his neighbors he saw as he ran by, stopping for a quick rest every once in a while and to talk to some of the people he encountered. He knew a lot of the neighborhood was curious about him, a first generation immigrant from Italy, he still hadn't quite shaken off the accent that was a gift from his parents, and his aesthetic lifestyle was at odds with the lush extravagence of the area. He smiled politely, avoiding questions he didn't feel like answering, and begging off the older women who had "the perfect niece or cousin or daughter" for him. He grinned as he stared up at the sun. It was going to be another lovely day in Ivyoke.

 

[molly_hunter28]

“If you set the table, lunch will be ready in a couple of minutes."

"Sure thing Seth," I said smiling.

Walking over to the cabinet, Steph had to stand on her tip toes to reach the plates. She didn't mind, it caused her skirt to rise up even farther on her thighs. Steph was oblivious to it, it seemed.

Before heading to the table she grabed some forks. Then asked "Seth, do you want something to drink?"

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

Seth hummed to himself, happy to be cooking, especially for someone else. He normally worked such strange hours that he cooked and ate alone while his siblings were fast asleep. It was nice to have company at a meal, he thought to himself as he glanced back at his sister as she reached into the cabinet. “Damn,” Seth thought to himself, his eyes running over Steph’s thighs as her skirt hiked up as she stretched to reach the plates, “She’s truly a beauty.”

“Water will be fine, thanks,” He answered Steph’s question, turning his attention back to the stir fry. I really need to get laid if I’m checking out my own sister, Seth chastised himself over his lustful thoughts. “The fridge is getting pretty bare,” He told his sister, “We’re going to have to go shopping pretty soon. Maybe this afternoon if you’re not busy?” Seth suggested, moving the hot frying pan off the stove and to the center of the table.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Putting some water into a couple of glasses, Steph sat down at the table and waited for lunch to be ready.

“The fridge is getting pretty bare,” He told his sister, “We’re going to have to go shopping pretty soon. Maybe this afternoon if you’re not busy?”

Shopping with Seth, she thought, would be interesting. He was always more apt to just leave a note with what he needed and stay in his room. It would do both him and Steph good to spend some much needed time together, even if it was shopping.

"Sounds like a deal. I've got nothing planned," Steph said with a smile.

Lunch looked delicious as he brought it over. She could hear her tummy begin to make some rummbling noises, so she covered it with her hand.

"I didn't realize I was so hungry," she told her brother.

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

“Sounds good,” Seth nodded as his sister agreed to go shopping with him, finding that he was seemingly starved for human companionship. I’ve been working way too much, He scolded himself as he sat down opposite Steph, scooping out a portion of the stir fry for each of them.

“I guess I’m not the only one that missed a meal,” Seth laughed as his sister’s stomach rumbled loudly. He started to eat, watching his younger sister across the table from him. “You know, we really should do this more often,” He told her, sipping at his water. “I don’t get to see you much and this is really nice. Having lunch, just the two of us.”

Finishing his meal, Seth waited for Steph to finish before gathering up the plates and carrying them to the sink. “You want to help with the dishes?” He asked.

 

[molly_hunter28]

"I'd love the help, and you're right we don't do this enough. If you'd keep yourself outta your room for more then five minutes," Steph said giving her brother a playful poke in the ribs.

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

“Hey, I’m working in there,” Seth protested with a laugh as Steph poked him playfully in the ribs. “I guess I get caught in my work a little too much,” He shrugged handing his sister a dish rag. “I cooked, so you wash and I’ll dry,” He told her with a smile, poking her back.

“And I’m not the only one who spends too much time in my room, sleeping beauty. But I’m doing more then just laying in bed,” Seth teased his younger sister.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Steph started laughing as Seth poked her. "That tickes," I said. "Okay so yes I do spend too much time in bed, sleeping mind you. What do you do locked in that room of yours, got a harem of girls in there keeping you busy?" She joked.

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

“Never you mind what I’m doing in there,” Seth replied with a wry smile, reluctant to reveal exactly how he made his money or even how much money he’d made in a few short years. “Besides, according to the town rumors you are the one with the multiple lovers, Steph, not me.” He teased her, referring to the gossip that she entertained, according to who you listened to, either both her brothers or a multitude of young women in her bed.

Looking over at his younger sister, Seth wondered about the rumors, wondering if maybe she wasn’t a lesbian. He’d never seen a sign of a boyfriend or lover in the house but then he did spend most of his time secluded away from everyone, working in his small little office. It was a rather sad realization for him to acknowledge that he really didn’t know his younger sister at all. He’d been separated from everyone for so long that he’d lost touch, lost communication with his own family.

 

[sexy_curves]

Brigitte woke up in her apartment at about 9. she rolled over in her bed, and found a note with a rose on the pillow next to her. Remembering that her latest man was leaving for the city, where his job was transferring him. She had only been with him about a month, and he had spent a lot of money on her. She really liked him, but her first concern now was how she was going to pay her bills and continue to live the life she was used to with him, on her salary. she read the note, and got up, finding a vase to put the rose in. she went to shower, and get dressed. matching pink thong and bra, tight jeans, and a low cut black top. she did her hair, and put on a light face of makeup. going to the kitchen, she realized that she hadn't gone grocery shopping in a while because she had been staying at her boyfriend's house most nights. she decided to go to the store on her way home from yoga. which she was almost late for.

 

[OnHarry]

Jonathan Hatfield

Johnny as his close friends called him, wannabe's did so at their peril, was at his cottage, a three bedroom victorian shingle sided house along the coast just north of Portsmouth New Hampshire. He had been here since Tuesday, recharging his batteries, working on his two latest projects, a down easter fishing dory, he had made entirely by hand, even cutting some of the knees for the interior of the dory by hand from an oak tree that had been knocked over in a storm.

His other project was a 25 foot sailboat he had aquired for a a bargain in Florida, for less that a hundred thousand, in a bankruptcy sale. It was already for sailing but Johhny was dressing it up with Honduran Mahogany trim, and some teak decking for the interior.

He sighed as he looked inside the boathouse, for the last time before returning to Ivyoke, he loved it here and swore everytime he was here for more than a few days he would sell out in Ivyoke and move here but then he considered the other attractions there, better restaurents and wine stores, he did love his wine, and of course some of the women who lived there were always glad to put an hour or two aside for his and theirs pleasure, and he would say, maybe not yet.

An hour later he was heading south towards his main residence, going over in his mind what he had to do for Saturday, pick up his tuxedo for the country club event, hated that but it was a good place to find an evening companion, get a few esssential groceries for his housekeeper, a gay Central American, who left him alone, and treated the house like he owned it, and maybe stop at Henri's Wine shop to see if his Brunello di Montelcino had arrived yet.

He also made a note to himself must contact Bethany, he shuddered every time he said that name even to himself, her parents were nouveau riche and ostentatious beyond belief, lots of cash and no taste. She was his second ex wife and like the first had come to the marriage with considerable more resources than he had, so he avoided alimony on both counts, and walked away somewhat financialy better off than when he went into the marriages.

Arriving back in Ivyoke the first place he went was the grocery store, which was like everything else here an up market establishment where for example they wrapped your organically grown carrots in that paper that florists used.

He was waiting patiently in the checkout for the rather nice looking young lady ahead of him he was not certain of her name Brigette or something, and she seemed to be having trouble finding her cash, or credit card.

He did not want to stand here too long as he was feeling rather conspicuous in his red checked shirt and jeans, and three days growth of dark beard. No one would have said anything as he had slept with half the staff and they all knew him, but still something in his upbringing made him feel uncomfortable like this in here.

"Excuse me Dianne," he said to the cashier, "put it on my bill she can pay me later." Dianne liked making out with Jonathan when he was all scruffy like this, and smiled at him.

The girl looked at him and he wasn't sure whether she was grateful or angry.

 

[sexy_curves]

Briggette looked through her wallet furiously in the check out at the grocery store. she must have left her credit card at home, or at the gym when she renewed her dues. She had no cash and no credit card. Now what? She was about to tell the clerk that she would have to return later to pick up her groceries, when a male's voice behind her told Diane the cashiere to put it on his bill. Brigette turned to look at who had done this. she turned, smiling when she saw the very good looking, apparantly wealthy man who was a few years older than she.

"Thank you so much. I just came from the gym, and they must not have returned my card after i paid my membership fee. If you write down your adress, I can send you a check as soon as I get home."

Brigette was hoping this would lead to much much more

 

[molly_hunter28]

“Never you mind what I’m doing in there,” Seth replied with a wry smile, reluctant to reveal exactly how he made his money or even how much money he’d made in a few short years. “Besides, according to the town rumors you are the one with the multiple lovers, Steph, not me.” He teased her, referring to the gossip that she entertained, according to who you listened to, either both her brothers or a multitude of young women in her bed.

Looking over at his younger sister, Seth wondered about the rumors, wondering if maybe she wasn’t a lesbian. He’d never seen a sign of a boyfriend or lover in the house but then he did spend most of his time secluded away from everyone, working in his small little office. It was a rather sad realization for him to acknowledge that he really didn’t know his younger sister at all. He’d been separated from everyone for so long that he’d lost touch, lost communication with his own family.

"Yeah I know Seth, but ya can't believe eveything you hear, only some," she told him with a wink. Yes she gone the lesbian way a few times, but she still was a mans woman.

It was a shame her brother and her didn't know more about each other. Since their parents pasted away, the family kinda went their seperate ways. Steph missed this hanging out with her brother, kidding around with each other. Besides he did become awfully cute, so letting the town entertain their ideas were no problem at all.

It just made her wonder what Seth thought about those rumors. Steph wanted to ask him but wasn't sure exactly how. "Hey um, Seth? You know those rumors we were talking about? How do you feel about them?"

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

Seth stopped and turned to look at his younger sister, his blue eyes on her pale face as he thought about her question. His eyes ran over her face, trying to read her expression for a few seconds, before he turned back to the dishes before him. “Rumors are just rumors, Steph. They only have power if you let them,” He replied after a few seconds of thought. “Some people will always talk about others, whether they know the truth or not.”

“I don’t really give too much thought about all the idle gossip I’ve heard about you, about us,” He said, drying the last of the dishes and putting them away. “As long as we know the truth and are happy in our lives, what does it matter what the town thinks?”

“Now, how’d you like to go shopping?” He asked, folding up the dish rag and placing it neatly on the counter in front of him.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Steph knew he was right. She never cared what the people in this town thought, she just wanted to know how her brother delt with the rumors. She was happy with the way things were going for her, life couldn't have been better at that moment.

"Seth, you're right, about people, they will talk. As a family we are happy, and it doesn't matter. I had just been a little curious what you thought," she ended with a smile.

Rinsing the sink out and lying wash cloth over the center she looked back to her brother, "I'm ready whenever you are big brother."

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

“Well, then let’s go,” Seth told his sister with a smile, pointing towards the door. “The Market awaits.”

He glanced at Steph, wondering again how the rumors had started, and why they persisted over so much time. The most pervasive gossip had her sharing her bed with both of her brothers and yet she had never denied it. Was it just her tweaking her nose at the gossips or perhaps some sort of wish fulfillment? Seth wondered to himself as he headed up to his bedroom, “I just need to grab my wallet and change my clothes,” he explained to his sister.

As he peeled off his sweatpants, Seth found himself thinking of Stephanie, his body’s reaction to the thought of her shapely body bringing a flush of embarrassment to his pale cheeks.

 

[OnHarry]

"Thank you so much. I just came from the gym, and they must not have returned my card after i paid my membership fee. If you write down your adress, I can send you a check as soon as I get home."

As she walked away Jonathan noted the very nice way her jeans framed her rear, and how she moved. "Wait," he said "here is my card my phone number is on the bottom corner call me when you want, and we can discuss your groceries."

She took the card looking over her shoulderas she walked away Dianne the cashier shook her head saying "she is only 20 or so, half your age in case you forgot."

Jonathan just smiled at Dianne as he left and returned to his car. He went to the dry cleaners first, his Armani tuxedo was ready, he liked Armani well made and classy without being too showy even though he could have had one tailor made this one fit him so well, why bother. Next Henri's where sure enough the Brunello was in, but only two cases, he had ordered four. Henri apologised saying the distributor in New York had short changed him. Jonathan just shrugged and paid for it placing the two cases on the front seat of his car and driving home.

When he got there his housekeeper made a lot of fuss about the fact he had let his appearance go so much when he wa away, but then he always did. Jonathan gave the tux to Manny, and put the wine in the main floor wine vault, stone lined and temperature and humidity controlled, for optimum aging conditions.

Now for a long hot shower and shave and perhaps a nap before he went forth to battle the forces of snobbery at the country club.

 

[sexy_curves]

Brigette got home from the market and put away her groceries. she went into the living room, and pulled the card out of her purse and dialed the numbers. the phone rang three times before there was an answer...

 

[molly_hunter28]

“Well, then let’s go,” Seth told his sister with a smile, pointing towards the door. “The Market awaits.”

He glanced at Steph, wondering again how the rumors had started, and why they persisted over so much time. The most pervasive gossip had her sharing her bed with both of her brothers and yet she had never denied it. Was it just her tweaking her nose at the gossips or perhaps some sort of wish fulfillment? Seth wondered to himself as he headed up to his bedroom, “I just need to grab my wallet and change my clothes,” he explained to his sister.

As he peeled off his sweatpants, Seth found himself thinking of Stephanie, his body’s reaction to the thought of her shapely body bringing a flush of embarrassment to his pale cheeks.

Waiting for her brother, Steph thought about their converstion. SHe had never dispelled the rumors, maybe to keep people guessing, but another was because she did feel an attraction toward them. She'd never acted upon it but she had fantasized.

In her fantasies, she had been with them. The forbidden taboo, each dream leaving more curious about the real thing. What would Seth think if he knew what was running through her mind? Wanting to touch her brother, feel him against her skin. Take his cock in her mouth, he would flip out, wouldn't he?

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

Seth sighed, his hand sliding along his length as the image of his sister’s shapely ass and lovely lips filled his mind. He felt guilty as hell, jerking off to her image but after their conversation and being around her, Seth couldn’t help himself. He’d come upstairs to change, thinking about his younger sister, and his body had reacted to his thoughts. Now he was trying to relieve the pressure before he had to go back downstairs and face her.

“Steph,” He moaned softly, his teeth biting his lower lip as he stood in the middle of his bedroom, his sweatpants bunched around his ankles. He knew it was wrong to lust after his sister but to be truthful to himself he’d always been attracted to her, even before their parents had died. Perhaps that was how the rumors had started, someone had seen how attracted he was to her, Seth thought to himself, trying to picture Stephanie naked, his hand sliding faster and faster.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Stephanie Faust

Just thinking about her fantasy's was getting Steph wet. Her nipples were already hard from being so close to her brother. Slipping a hand inside her thong, while she sat on the couch, she thought of Seth.

Rubbing her clit, imagining it was Seth's hand. Wanting it to be his tongue inside her when she put a finger in. Her other hand made its way inside her shirt playin with her nipples. She was lost in her dreams.

Imagining Seth between her legs, tasting her, making her beg for release. She was so close, she was wimpering with it. With last pinch of her nipple, she came. She yelled out her joy with her brothers name.

That wasn't the first time she'd had her release thinking of him, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. She straightened herself before he came back down. Hoping he wouldn't notice, she had just came on their living room couch.

 

[PogueMahone]

Seth Faust

Seth sighed, wiping his hand on a towel before resuming getting dressed. He felt much better, the tension that had been growing in him having been released. He had some nagging guilt about fantasizing about his younger sister but pushed it out of his mind as he selected a dark suit, knowing he was overdressing for grocery shopping, but wanting to make a good impression on the people he seldom saw.

Straightening his collar, Seth headed back downstairs, entering the living room. “Ready?” He asked Steph, wondering why her cheeks seemed so flushed. I wonder if that’s how she looks after sex, He pondered, his own cheeks flushing at the thought and memory of his recent masturbation. “Shall we?” He asked, standing in front of the couch and jokingly offering her his arm, “The Market awaits, milady.”