Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Rape, Uncle,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is the story of my family. My family is not the typical family but it works for us. My wife, Peggy, is one of the most beautiful women in the world. I set Brenda up in her own company and she has really come out of her shell. Paula has two little girls that are the apple of my eye.<br><i>Rape is mentioned in this story but it does not occur in this story.</i>
Before I start telling you about my family, I guess that I should give you a little background. This story just evolved over a long period of time and sometimes even I have to pause to remember how I got here. Oh, by the way, my name is Damon Wilkes.
Peggy, my wife, is one of those women that make you pause and turn for a second look when she passes you on the street. She is drop dead, hold on to your hat gorgeous. She will be a head-turner when she's sixty. She has a trim body and legs so perfect that they should be illegal. Her breasts are not huge but just the right size for her build. She stands about five feet four in her stocking feet. I've seen fourteen year old boys stop and stare at her with their mouth open when she walks by them on the street.
Not with-standing her physical attributes, she has a personality that draws people to her and she has an outlook on life that is infectious. She feels that we are all put on this earth for a reason and that there is good in everyone. You'd better never cross her once though or you'll be on her shit list forever.
If you would see us together, you'd wonder what was going on. I'm one of those guys that have a chest, waist and hips all the same size. I'm six feet, two inches tall and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. I'm not fat by any stretch; all muscle. I work out every day in our basement gym and try to eat right. I've never considered myself a handsome devil but I've never failed to attract females in high school and college. Not a day goes by though that I don't look at Peggy and wonder what she sees in me. For a long time I was a bit jealous every time I caught some guy staring at her. I knew that she was so exquisitely beautiful that guys would always be staring at her and that I had to get over it, so I worked on it and finally overcame my possessiveness. As I said, I don't know what she sees in me.
My father and mother both worked in semi-skilled jobs all of their lives, never making much money but they did keep the bills paid and food on the table. My parents never owned a house; the houses that we lived in were always rented. I had a decent childhood though. You know how kids are; I didn't realize that we were poor. My father told me that he expected me to get a job when I was fourteen so I cut lawns, washed cars, painted houses and built landscape structures like pergolas, arbors, and sheds. A local contractor saw me working in his neighborhood one day, looked over my work, and asked me to work with him during the summers. I wound up working for Dan Longren every summer after that and on the weekends during the school year.
Dan Longren was the premier building contractor in the Phoenix area and I worked in the warehouse repairing tools and sorting material during the school year and out in the field during the summer. It was great experience. I learned all of the tools and material and what they were used for and I learned to appreciate the value of tools. After a year I had a key to the warehouse so that Dan didn't have to come in on the weekends. Dan took me under his wing and tried to teach me everything about construction that he could. Along the way, I also learned a lot about life from Dan and his wife Abby. My father seemed to be always working to make a few bucks to help make ends meet; so Dan and Abby taught me what I should have learned from my father about work ethics and morals. I'm not downing my father; it's just that, with three boys that could eat you out of house and home and a pretty daughter that my parents doted on, it was hard making ends meet.
I had two brothers and a sister, all younger than me and I knew that if I wanted to go to college that I'd need help. My size and athletic ability made me a star on the Glendale High School football team. My high school coach asked me to quit the soccer team because of my size. He said that I was hurting the other players when I body-checked them. I studied hard and kept my grades up. I scored high on the SAT's and won an athletic scholarship to Arizona State in Tempe.
All through high school and the summer after I graduated I worked for the local building contractor. I was hired as a laborer but I was soon doing whatever needed to be done. I don't know why but I really took to construction and reading blueprints. Being able to visualize what the building would look like when it was done was never a problem for me. I often found mistakes on the blueprints that had slipped by the architects and engineers. I learned a lot on that job, but the most important thing that I learned was that I didn't want to work that hard for the rest of my life. I also knew that construction was a bit seasonal and it had cycles where you wouldn't work for weeks or months. I decided that I would take business as my major in college.
In my senior year of high school, I started to investigate colleges to see which one that I wanted to go to. The fact that the scholarship that was offered by Arizona State was so generous made my decision for me. I knew that going to an out-of-state college would be a huge financial burden even though some of them did offer a smaller scholarship.
After my interviews I walked around the campus to see what college life was like. I quickly decided that I needed to live off-campus. I felt that the general college population was a bit less mature than I was and liked to party more than I did. I knew that I had to study harder than some of the other students, in order to keep my grades up, and the party atmosphere at Arizona State would not be any help to my studies.
I was a year older than most of the students because I had broken both legs when I was in the third grade. I was horsing around on the edge of a cliff at one of the man-made lakes in northern Arizona and fell, breaking both legs. I missed a whole year of school.
I spent the weekend, after my interviews, searching for any available housing that I could afford; rents were high, mainly because Tempe is a pretty up-scale area. Anything close to the college was sky high. I stayed an additional two days searching. I couldn't find anything and went home worried that I might not find anything that I could afford. I started researching any other options to solve my housing dilemma. My parents volunteered to help with the college costs but I knew that they didn't have the money; besides, my one brother and my sister both got great grades in school and had their eye on college. The brother closest to my age was into cars and wanted to be a mechanic. He eventually started his own shop and he's doing great.
About a three months before I had to start college, I still hadn't found an off-campus living quarters. I checked the paper every day but there was nothing that was within my budget. Finally, I decided that I had to shit or get off of the pot. I saw an ad for a two bedroom apartment that was close to college. I didn't need two bedrooms but I thought that I might be able to rent one bedroom out and make the apartment a bit more affordable. It would still be a squeaker whether I could afford it or not. The apartment was one of eight apartments in one building.
I called the Tucson phone number in the paper and talked to the landlord that had the place for rent. We agreed to meet at the apartments on Saturday morning at ten o'clock. I borrowed my father's pickup and pulled in front of the apartment building just before ten. An older man was standing in front of the building, pacing back and forth.
As soon as I saw the building my heart sank. It was obvious why the apartment wasn't rented yet. The building was showing its age badly. When we walked inside I saw that the apartment had needed paint ten years ago. If a building inspector had ever walked into the building he would have padlocked the front door. The apartment that was for rent wasn't livable. The toilet didn't work and, apparently hadn't worked for some time. The landlord told me that he had an agreement with the people in the other apartments. They would let me use their bathroom when I had to.
My heart felt like it weighed a ton. This seemed like my last hope. I started talking to the landlord and I found out why the apartments looked like they did. The landlord lived in Tucson. The apartment building was owned by the man's mother. She was in a nursing home. For the last few years she had done little work on the place. Often the tenants would fix whatever broke themselves. I guess that you can imagine a bunch of college students fixing plumbing, electrical and whatever. An idea started to take shape in my head.
I turned to the landlord, "Do you use that two-car garage that I saw in back?"
He grinned, "You can't even get in that place. My mother used it for storage. Almost everything in there needs to be hauled to the dump. I don't think that my mother threw anything away in her life. My father had a small shop out there when he was alive, so there's electricity out there, a couple of circuits anyway."
It was starting to sound like it might be workable, "Is there water to the garage?"
He thought for a minute, "Yeah, there's a hose bib out there. I used it to water the lawn a couple of years ago. There has to be water out there."
My mind started racing at a thousand miles an hour, "Mr. Cannon, I'm sure that you haven't the time or inclination to travel from Tucson every time that something goes wrong here. I need a place to stay and you need to get some work done on this place before they shut you down. If you'll agree to let me live here free for my four years of college I'll make the garage into an apartment. I can take out the garage doors and frame it in to make an apartment for myself. All I ask is that you provide the materials. I think that I can have the place livable before college starts. Once the garage is ready, I'll start work on the things that need to be done on the rentals. I'll start with the serious things first and then try to get the place presentable again. I'll collect the rents for you each month and deposit the rents in the bank for you. You can check your bank balance on the internet each month to make sure that everyone has paid. When I'm finished college you'll have one additional rental and, hopefully, have the apartment building presentable. I'll also make sure that your tenants don't destroy the place for you."
He answered so fast that I'm sure that he didn't even think about it, "You got yourself a deal kid. Do you really know enough about fixing stuff."
"Yes sir. I've worked for the last four years during the summer for a builder."
Mr. Cannon was smiling now, "How about all of the junk? Do you have a truck to haul it away?"
"I can't help you there. I think that we'll have to rent a dumpster, Mr. Cannon. I noticed a few things in the halls that should go in the dumpster too."
"OK kid. I hope you know what you're getting into. You'll have to cut the lock off of the garage. I never did find the key for it. I'll leave it up to you to contract for the dumpster. Take any money that you need out of the rents. I just want to get this thing back to where it can start making me some money. My mother used to have a bunch of antiques. If you find any in the garage you're welcome to use them in your place."
I hesitated, "Suppose I find something valuable in the garage?"
"Kid, if you find anything in there sell it and use the money to fix up the building. Mainly what I'm trying to tell you is that I don't want to be bothered with this place. Take care of it for me and fix things like you said you would and you won't hear any flack from me."
We talked for several minutes more and then Mr. Cannon asked me to go with him and have lunch where we could discuss our deal further. He questioned me all through the meal; making sure that I knew enough to keep up my end of the bargain. By the time that we had finished our lunch Mr. Cannon was satisfied that I could do what I had said I would do. I think that he went home to Tucson a happy man.
I think that we ought to talk about Mr. Cannon. I may have painted him as a money-grabbing type who didn't care about the students. That really wasn't the case. Mr. Cannon's mother needed a live-in nurse for a while before she went into the nursing home and that's expensive. The nursing home that she was in was keeping him on the edge of bankruptcy. All that his mother had was the apartment building... no money, no stocks, nothing. She was so sick that she didn't keep up with the rents and only God knows how many months she wasn't paid any rents. The building was in such poor shape when I first saw it that I'm sure Mr. Cannon would have walked away from it when his mother died.