Summer of Darkness
Copyright© 2026 by Winterwriter
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A college student returns to her family's isolated ranch home for a peaceful summer, only to discover her parents have left her to check on the neighbor's teenage son, Ethan—a chilling psychopath harboring dark, non-consensual fantasies fueled by his solitary time in the empty house. As she steps into the quiet, sprawling neighborhood by the private lake, fear builds as Ethan's calculated hunger turns her unexpected visit into a terrifying trap of control and violation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Heterosexual MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking First Facial Oral Sex Spitting Voyeurism Water Sports Babysitter AI Generated
As I pulled into the driveway of my parents’ isolated ranch, the engine of my small SUV rumbling to a stop, I twisted the key from the ignition and pushed the door open. A thick wall of scorching, humid air slammed into me, carrying the faint scent of sun-baked earth and distant pine from the private lake that bordered our property. Sweat prickled across my forehead almost instantly, trickling down my temple as I slid out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut with a thud. I paused for a moment, wiping my brow with the back of my hand, gazing at the sprawling house that had been my childhood haven—two stories of weathered wood and stone, nestled on ten acres of secluded land in this quiet neighborhood where neighbors kept to themselves, their properties separated by vast stretches of rolling fields and thick woods.
I popped open the back hatch, wrestling my overstuffed backpack free from the clutter of laundry bags and textbooks. The straps dug into my shoulders as I hoisted it up, the weight nearly buckling my knees for a second before I steadied myself. With a grunt, I kicked the hatch closed and trudged up the gravel path toward the wide porch, my sneakers crunching against the stones. The sun beat down relentlessly, turning the air into a heavy blanket that made every breath feel labored. This place had always been my escape—peaceful, cut off from the chaos of college life, with the lake’s glassy surface just a short walk away, hidden from prying eyes by a fringe of willows and oaks. But today, that isolation felt a little too absolute, like the world had shrunk to just this patch of land and the silence surrounding it.
Fumbling for my keys in my pocket, I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, the cool rush of air-conditioned air washing over me like a balm. The house smelled of lemon polish and faint traces of my mom’s cooking—comforting, familiar. I’d planned this surprise visit meticulously, ditching my summer internship on campus to reconnect with my parents after a year away. Little did I know they’d jetted off on a month-long cruise, leaving the place empty. Or so I thought.
I shrugged off the backpack, letting it thump onto the wooden bench in the entryway, and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen, my flip-flops slapping softly against the tiled floor. The fridge hummed invitingly as I yanked it open, the blast of cold air raising goosebumps on my arms. I snatched a bottle of water, twisting off the cap and gulping it down greedily. The icy liquid burned pleasantly down my throat, quenching the dryness from the drive. Setting the half-empty bottle on the counter, I leaned against it for a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the dimmer light inside.
Wandering over to the kitchen nook, I scanned the corkboard plastered with my mom’s colorful sticky notes—reminders for grocery lists, vet appointments for the horses we’d once kept, and little love-you messages. But one note, scribbled in her hurried script, snagged my attention and twisted my gut into knots. I’d totally spaced on this. My parents, thrilled I’d be home, had volunteered me to help out the neighbors down the road—the Martins, who owned a similar spread a quarter-mile away, their land abutting ours near the lake’s edge. They were off on their own vacation, a full month abroad, and needed someone to look in on their son, Ethan.