Chapter 1

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, gi, Consensual, NonConsensual, Lolita, Reluctant, Rape, Coercion, Magic, Slavery, Fiction, Historical, Furry, Were animal, Sister, Cousins, Uncle, Niece, Aunt, Humiliation, Torture, Snuff, Harem, First, Pregnancy, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, Slow, Caution, Violent, Transformation, .

Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A story about normal people from our world and time, thrown into extraordinary circumstances. I spend six chapters to get things going, so it has definitely earned the tag Slow.

Act 1

Scene 1

Paul poured himself a double shot of scotch on the rocks. He took his glass outside and sat down on the porch overlooking the ocean. For a moment, he listened to the mournful cries of the seagulls, the sigh of the wind, and the gentle lapping of the waves on the inland waterway.

With a heavy sigh, he took a drink and his mouth twisted sourly. He thought to himself, "What am I going to do about the boys? Paul thought to himself. I can't get them to unplug! Not even here! They don't seem to care that the ocean is at their feet and the weather is perfect. I've tried talking them into going fishing, sailing, or surfing. Hell, I'm lucky I can get them to stop playing games long enough to eat! Even then, they won't stop texting or talking on those blasted cell phones. I don't know my own boys and at this rate, I never will."

"I have to come up with something; we still have another two months before they go back to their mother. Maybe if we just get away for a couple of days we can connect. Maybe then it won't be so hard to get them to talk to me, but it's been like pulling teeth with them here."

Paul thought about this for a few minutes and realized the Dragon Lady would be the perfect solution! If they were on the sailboat, the boys would have to be more responsive. After all, the sails would need constant trim, and the tiller always needed to be manned. Excitement coursed through him as he fleshed out the idea. We can do a little site seeing, a bit of surfing and fishing, maybe even see some of the historical sites in the area. He downed his drink as he walked back inside and pulled the chair out in front of his computer.

I need to get them invested in this idea somehow, so I will have them do the navigation and piloting to prepare them for their captain's licenses. He browsed and found photos and areas of interest and starting printing information out about the Outer Banks. Let's start with going to Cape Hatteras National Seashore and do some fishing, snorkeling and even visit the lighthouse. The boy's will probably hate that with all those stairs, but if I can do it, so will they. Maybe we can stop in and see Kimber and the family while we are down there.

Paul poured another drink, sat down and dialed his sister's phone number from memory. After a couple of rings, the phone was answered by a solemn sounding Annabelle.

She said, in her most adult and serious voice, "Hello? Winton Residence."

Paul stifled a laugh, and said cheerily, "Hi there Bell, this is Uncle Paul, your mom around?"

"MOM!" Annabelle yelled, at the top of her voice, "Uncle Paul is on the phone!"

This time, hearing the receiver drop carelessly to a counter, Paul did laugh and waited until his sister picked up the phone.

Her mellow contralto voice said, "Hi Paul, what's up?"

Paul asked, "Hey sis! Wondering what you guys have planned this weekend? I am thinking about taking the boys out for a couple of days on the Dragon Lady and was hoping to stop by."

Kim paused for a second, and then replied excitedly, "I don't think we have any special plans, we would love to see you guys! It's been a long time since we have seen the boys. I bet they have grown! Let me see if Evan has any plans."

Paul heard Kim ask Evan about their plans in the background.

She snatched up the phone and said hurriedly, "Hey Paul, remember when we were kids and raced in the Cape Hatteras MORC Regatta? Well guess what? It's in 2 days! If you guys make it down here by tomorrow evening we can get you inspected for the handicap and join the race! How about it?"

Paul didn't have to think twice, this was exactly what the boys needed. A little friendly competition with their girlie cousins might do them wonders. He said excitedly, "Ok! That's a great idea! We are set then, we will be there tomorrow evening!"

Paul hung up the phone, and took a sip of his drink. Well, slight change of plans then. We head straight down to meet Kimber and her family tomorrow. Then we race in the regatta on Sunday. Monday they can follow us in their boat and we can loll along the Cape Hatteras National Seashore, see the lighthouse, and do some fishing and snorkeling. Tuesday we can come back and dock at Pirate's Cove on Roanoke Island and see Fort Raleigh. Finally, on Wednesday, we can head over to Buzzard Bay to see the Wright Brothers Memorial and head to Kitty Hawk.

Paul grabbed the stack of print outs and strode into the family room. Lewis and Clark were busy playing some war game and didn't even notice his presence. He looked at his two sons and reflected about how much they had grown. Lewis takes after his mother's side of the family, dark haired, tall and lanky and already almost six feet tall. At age fourteen and 150 pounds, Lewis could be a great swimmer if only he applied himself. Clark, sixteen now, takes after me. With sandy blonde hair, and a square jaw with a touch of peach fuzz. He was solidly built, but only 5'9" tall. If Clark would join the Marines like I did, they would make a man out of him. Paul noticed how soft the boys' bodies were from their sedentary lifestyle and realized that this trip was even more important.

Finally their bout ended and he stepped in quickly and turned off the TV.

"Hey!" shouted Lewis, "What are you doing Dad?"

Clark threw down his control and grunted in disgust.

Paul said, firmly, "Boys, I have an announcement. Tomorrow, we are going to outfit ourselves for a trip on the Outer Banks. When we get down to Cape Hatteras we are going to meet up with your Aunt, Uncle and cousins and compete in the Regatta. Afterwards we are going to spend some time as a family and do some sailing, fishing and site seeing."

"Aw Dad!" said Lewis throwing down his control next to Clark's, "you're kidding right? You can't expect us to be stuck on a boat with those brats!"

Clark got up grumbling and stomped off to the bathroom muttering about how unfair Dad was being.

Paul said, with a hint of anger and exasperation, "Boys, this is your family and pretty soon, all of you kids are going to be off to college. In fact, Beth is going to Harvard in the fall already. This may be our last time we can all get together, and besides, they have their own boat. Now quit arguing and get some sleep, we are leaving early."

Paul sighed as the boys stomped off to their bedrooms and slammed the doors, still muttering rebelliously. Man, two years since the divorce and I hardly know them anymore.

Paul refilled his drink and went outside on the deck. Boy do I love it here. To hear the sound of the surf is so relaxing. Well, at least I can get the boys exposed to this again. If they are too closed off to the world and stay plugged in to those games and phones, I will lose them forever. They will end up just like their mother.

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