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The Addams Family Chronicles	By : SanchoHardbottle Category: 1 through F > Addams Family, The Views: 21662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Addams Family. I Do not porfit from my use of them in this story. Original characters are my Own

Chapter List
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Chapter 4
It Begins
            After weeks of planning, the day had arrived at last. The final hours before the guests arrived passed in a haze of activity. Lurch and Thing dashed about the magnificent ballroom, ensuring that there were enough tables and chairs and decorations, laying place settings and helping the band set up. Morticia and Wednesday once more went over her role as maid of honor and rehearsed the order of events. Pugsley went over his checklist of materials he’d need for his task in the evening, rope, map, chloroform, ball gag and blindfold. Gomez and Fester sat in the study, sipping cognac and going over his Gomez’s vows.
            In the kitchens Grandma was busily attending to her own final preparations. On all the stovetops huge vats simmered and all the ovens were firing, as food for hundreds was cooked. Hester was huddled by a roaring fire in the hearth, sweating intensely as she added carefully measured ingredients into a simmering concoction within a cast iron cauldron. She’d already poured in a bottle of ancient, vinegary wine that hissed and bubbled pungently. To this she added four vials of semen; thirteen freshly plucked black pubic hairs after that, half a draught of laudanum and several liberal doses of Spanish fly mixture.
            She watched the mixture simmer and hiss, it turned black then dark green and she nodded, turning back to her book. She muttered an incantation quietly as she began to stir the mixture. After a few minutes of this she paused and turned to her shelf and found the powder of the crushed horn of an endangered white Rhino. She poured it into the cauldron and the result was immediate. There was poof as a plume of green smoke escaped into the air. Grandma ginned and muttered a little more as the potion bubbled more.
            From the next room Morticia’s voice called “Mama, it’s nearly sunset, the guest’s will be arriving shortly. Come and greet them with us.”
            Hester nodded to herself. “Coming!”
            She rose, her joints creaking as she did, and shambled out of the kitchens and into the foyer were the family was assembling. The door was open, Lurch standing beside it stoically and the family lined up at the foot of the stairs. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon as the cars began their slow procession up the long drive way. The gate swung open, revealing a line of antique cars. Rolls Royces, Tuckers, Packards, as far as he eye could see. They pulled to a halt in front of the house and one by one the guests immerged.
            There were Addams, Frumps, Dravenwoods, Finches and so many more. Here was the hair covered Itt and his charming wife Margaret. There was the humpbacked Lumpy Addams and the completely bald Dementia Frump. The lovely conjoined twins Flora and Fauna Amor. The Family greeted them all warmly, with handshakes and hugs as the guests coalesced and mingled.
            Leaning over to Gomez, Morticia whispered “Look, my Cousin Margery. She’s brought her new husband.”
            “Mmm! Which is he, the third?”
            “The fourth. The third is still missing.”
            A tall, thin woman approached, towing a small, slender man with her. She was dark haired and she was dressed in a gothic style green dress with a plunging neckline and a high collar. She reached the family and offered them a ghost of a smile. “Cousin, so good to see you.” Margery said coolly.
            Morticia smiled pleasantly. “Margery, wonderful you could make it.”
            Margery cocked an eyebrow, “Indeed. This is Wilhelm my current husband.”
            “Hello, it’s a plea-“
            “Silence!” Margery snapped. “And you recall my children, the twins, Lech and Lilin.” She pointed to the teenagers.
            The pair glanced icily over the family. They looked about sixteen and could not have looked less alike. Lech was tall and slender, dressed in a prim black suit, a black tie and a white shirt with a stiff high collar, his dark hair rigidly parted in the center. Lilin was shorter, chubby, wearing a short sleeve stripped shirt and a pleated, knee-length, green skirt, her shoulder length hair was dirty blonde and stuck out in a disarray. The only thing similar about them was their matching expressions of apathy as they regarded the group. As they reached Wednesday however they both stopped.
            Wednesday felt their eyes probing her as she stared back. They glanced over at each other and offered one another identical smiles. She felt her stomach flutter, a shiver run up her spine and her nipples stiffen, and it took all her strength to maintain her composure. The twins looked back at her and grinned again, looking her up and down. A moment later they were being ushered away and into the crowd. She watched them go, feeling her heart beating harder.
            “Aunt Morticia!” A voice called. Wednesday looked back and saw a smiling young woman in her twenties walking towards them. She was tall, with a short bob of auburn hair, dressed in a dark, crimson dress that pulled tight over a prominent bump in her stomach.
            “Lucinda! Marvelous to see you dear.” Morticia said affectionately. She looked down at the girl’s belly. “Oh, sweet darkness, you’re with child! That’s wonderful.”
            Lucinda patted her bump and smiled, “Yes. I’m so excited. I’ve heard the pain of childbirth is excruciating. Torture beyond what I can imagine.”
            Morticia reached out and rested her hand on her Niece’s stomach. “Oh darling, it is.”
             Lucinda tittered girlishly. “I can hardly wait for little Lucius to come.”
            “The father?”
            Lucinda shrugged, “I have no idea. It’s either the celibate priest I seduced, Mad dog Sam the slayer from the asylum, or One of the congregates of the Church of the Dark Ones.”
            Morticia gestured over at her husband. “You remember Gomez.”
            Gomez stooped into a bow and took her hand to his lips, “Lucinda? Impossible! This ravishing beauty can’t possibly be the little Lucinda I remember.”
            “Hehe, still the charmer I see.” She said her hellos to Fester, Hester and the children. Pugsley had been staring at her since she waked over, drinking in the shape of her body. He found himself fascinated by the fullness of her breasts and roundness of her stomach. His mind conjured a series of perverse images. He shuffled his feet, feeling a stirring between his legs. He grinned peevishly as the impure thoughts bubbled in his brain.
            When he was able at last able to pull his eyes off of her body and back up to her face he found her looking directly at him. There was a mischievously grin on her full lips and a twinkle in her eyes. “My, my,” Lucinda said quietly. “Everyone has certainly grown up a lot.” She raised her eyebrows and Pugsley looked away hurriedly, feeling himself starting to blush.
            At that moment there was a resounding “DONG” and a hush fell over the assembly. The doors to the ballroom slowly creaked open as if on they’re on. Gomez strode purposefully through the crowd and stood before the opening. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our home. We cannot tell you what a genuine pleasure it is to have you all here to celebrate Morticia and my renewal of our dark vows. Without further ado, let the festivities begin!”
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            The party was in full swing. The band played shrill, haunting melodies as the guests began the first course of dinner. A few had had already trotted onto the dance and waltzed rhythmically. At the main table, Morticia was helping Pubert kill his soup as Gomez alternated between pecking at his plate and nibbling on her ear. Wednesday sipped her punch, feeling it burn corrosively down her throat. Her eyes kept being drawn over to the table where Lech and Lilin sat. She kept catching glimpses of them through the crowd, and she was certain she could see them looking back over at her.
            “Fester Addams!” She heard two voices call out in stereo. Looking up the table she say the conjoined Amor twins Flora and Fauna standing in front of her Uncle. “Would you care to dance?” Fauna asked girlishly.
            “Oh, with me first!” Flora shot back testily.
            “Oh please me first!”
            “Ladies, please! I would be honored to dance with the both of you.” Fester said rising to his feet. She looked back across the floor taking another sip of the pungent concoction and saw the two seats empty. She scanned the room and caught a glimpse of the pair slipping out the door. Wednesday set her cup down and considered. She thought about the way their eyes had seemed to undress her. The cool, viscous smirk they had shared with each other. Her heart skipped up its rhythm.
            “Mother, may I be excused?” She asked, still looking at the door.
            Morticia followed her daughter’s gaze and smiled. “Well, I suppose. Just be sure to get changed in time for the ceremony.”
            “Yes Mother.” Wednesday stood and moved lithely across the room, watching the twins disappearing down the hall. A pair of revelers danced into her path and she halted, scowling. She cleared her throat and the dancers turned to look at her. “Move,” she commanded impatiently. They jerked away quickly and she continued past them into hall. She cocked her head and listened for the sound of their footfalls. Once she was able to tell which way they were heading, she crossed the hall to the far wall.
            She reached the bookcase, found the right book and pulled. The bookcase swung back smoothly, revealing the passage beyond. She entered and let the case swing silently back into place behind her. She navigated the dim, grimy passageway by memory, the walls tight around her. She kept her ear pressed to the partition listening for the sound of voices.
After a series of turns she at last reached her destination. In the room behind the wall she could hear muffled conversation. Her hand searched in the dark and found the hidden panel. She slid it stealthily out, and fixed her eye to the exposed peephole.
She was looking into the lounge. The walls were lined with small tables displaying busts, bottles of liquor and boxes of cigars. In the very back of the room was a huge oil painting, depicting hungry hounds stalking a wounded fox. Directly in front of that was a pool table, littered with balls, a cue leaning against it. Lech was standing beside it, pouring a snifter of cognac. Lilin was spread out over a plush, green velvet sofa, head on the armrest, legs crossed in front of her.
The girl sighed, “hmmm, bored. I wish we were back home, in my bed, with your magnificent cock inside me.” Wednesday’s eyes widened and she pressed herself in closer.
“It’s not a total loss dear sister.” Lech said, taking a swallow of the spirits.
“Mmm?”
He began to walk up behind the couch. “The girl. Wednesday.” He set the glass down on the end table. Wednesday felt herself quiver at the mention of her name.
Lilin turned her head and smiled devilishly up at her brother. “What about her?”
“Oh don’t be coy you little slut. I saw you looking at her. Undressing her with your eyes. “
“Hehe, well I’m not the only one.” She reached up, snaked her hand up his thigh and rested it on his crotch. “Hmm, I’d say somebody else certainly noticed her. Those pigtails and that scowl. Imagine the sounds she makes!” She squeezed his bulging trousers.
Lech took hold of her wrist and pulled her up. “Hmm, Lilin… you are incorrigible.” He slid his hands over her shoulders and began to massage her. Lilin reached up grabbed hold of his tie and tugged him towards her. His face buried into hers and her hands slipped into his hair. He leaned further over the back of the sofa and then tumbled over and into her lap. Lilin giggled and kissed him back hungrily.
Her heart was shaking her teeth. She could feel her nipples stiffen against the fabric of her dress and her panties moisten. Not thinking about it, Wednesday‘s hand slid along the wall and found the latch. She tugged it and pushed the wall. The hidden door slid open.
Stepping out of the passage, she moved towards the twins. Lech was kissing Lilin’s neck, as she held his hair between her fingers. With each step forward Wednesday was more aware of her arousal. A throbbing ache wracked her body, emanating from her dripping loins into the pit of her stomach. Her face felt hot. The floor creaked minutely beneath her foot and Lilin’s eyes parted. A slow smile crept over her face. “Well, speak of the devil. Lech, we have company.”
Lech broke his lips away from her neck and turned his head. His smile matched hers exactly. Wednesday stood silently as he shifted and sat down on the coach beside his sister. “Wednesday. So glad you could join us.” He said, slinging his arm over Lilin’s shoulders. His fingers went to the rim of her striped shirt. “Tell me something. Do you like my sister’s tits as much as I do?”
He pulled the shirt up and slowly revealed Lilin’s full, D-cup sized breasts. Lilin looked down, regarding herself and then back up at Wednesday, still grinning. Her skin was white and glossy, her stomach plump, her breasts topped by erect mauve nipples. Wednesday felt her clit throb harder. Her own nipples pressed tenderly against the fabric of her dress. Her eyes got wide.
She took another step forward. She felt something alien. A painful tug on her face, as she watched Lech wrapped his hands around Lilin’s tits. It took some time to recognize it, as it was so unfamiliar. Then it occurred to her, she was smiling. Lilin raised her hand and wiggled her finger, beckoning.
She moved forward faster as Lech tugged her shirt the rest of the way off. Wednesday reached the coach and slowly fell to her knees. Lilin spread her legs. Wednesday let her fingers fall on Lilin’s stomach and slid them upwards. “Huh! Hehe, mmm, her hands are cold.” Lilin giggled as Wednesday’s hands glided onto her breasts.
“Mmm, you do like them. Let’s see just how much…” Lech said getting to his feet. Wednesday leaned in and took Lilin’s nipple into her lips. The girl cooed pleasantly as she rolled her tongue on her areola and gently rubbed her teeth against it. As she did she felt Lech’s hands on her shoulders. They worked their way down over her breasts and sides and then slithered under her dress. They slid over the curves of her buttocks and then around to the front and began to unbutton her pants with ease.
Wednesday rose to accommodate him and turned her attention to Lilin’s other breast, nibbling and suckling. “Mmh! Oh, you do that good!”
Lech meanwhile was beginning to tug her trousers over her thighs. He reached between her legs and pressed his hand against the wet fabric of her panties. Wednesday shuddered at the feel of his fingers pushing against her cleft. She dug her teeth in harder. “Ehm!” Lilin squeaked.
“Mmm, she’s dripping sister.”
“Hmmm, oh really? Think she wants to see my pussy brother?” Lilin asked. She took hold of Wednesday’s wrists and began to guide her hands up her thighs and under her skirt. Wednesday stared her in the eye as she grabbed hold of the rim of her underwear. Lech was pulling off her shoes and bringing her pants the rest of the way down her legs. She could feel goose bumps breaking out over her body as she pulled the panties down over the girl’s legs. Her pussy slipped into view.
A pink slit, flanked by puffed lips glistening with moisture, covered in blonde hair as unkempt as that on her head. She discarded the gray underwear to the side and stared at Lilin’s cunt hungrily. Her pants were bunched up beside her and Lech had his hands running up her bare thighs. She could feel the patch of wetness spreading as he slid his fingers into her underwear. They fell off over her round, raised butt cheeks. He tugged back on her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her waist. Hs face was cheek to cheek with hers and Wednesday could feel his breath on her neck. “Wednesday, cousin, do you want to be my sister and my toy?” He asked as he started to pull at her dress, the top bottom popping off. Lilin spread her legs further and hicked up her skirt.
“Will you be gentle?”
“No.”
“Good.”
He pulled harder on her dress, ripping the buttons ripped off one by one. Her breasts fell into view as Lech peeled it off of her. He laid his hand on the back of her head and pushed it forward firmly. Wednesday put her hands on Lilin’s thighs and buried her face in her pussy. Her open mouth flooded with the salty sweet taste of her as she snaked her tongue upwards from bottoms. Lilin giggled and squealed her approval.
“Eeeh! Hehehe! Mmm, she’s eager Lech!” She said, pushing Wednesday deeper in. Wednesday ran her hands up her thighs and stomach and fondled her amble tits. Lech was rising to his feet and kicking off his shoes. Wednesday’s tongue circled the Lilin’s swollen clitoris. Her lips wrapped around it and began to suckle, digging her fingers in harder to the girl’s meaty legs. Her soft pubes tickled her cheeks and she felt warm, gushing juices coating her mouth and chin.
“Mmm! Mmm, hmm!” She grunted, pushing her tongue down on the sweet nub. Her fingers pinched at Lilin’s nipples and she held her head more firmly.
“OH! Mmmh! Oh, fuck yes!” Lilin groaned, her head rolling backwards.
“She’s good?” Lech asked. He’d shed everything but his boxer shorts from his thin frame.
“Oh Gods brother! Her tongue is a delight! Hehe! Uuuh…”
“Do you think her pussy is as sweet as yours sister?” He asked completely nude now.
“Hmmm, taste it and see.”
He walked across the floor towards them, and took hold of Wednesday’s hand. “Here. Lilin’s get onto the floor.” He instructed. Wednesday backed away reluctantly and watched as Lilin slid her mass off the couch and onto the rug. She lay down on one side and raised her leg. Impatiently Wednesday lowered herself down, putting her head on Lilin’s thigh and burying her face back in her delicious, hairy snatch.
As she did she felt her leg being raised up. Lech was between her thighs, hot breath on her mound. His tongue squirmed between her labia and her body quaked in answer. Up above Lech’s cock, eight inches and curves slightly at the tip, jutting from a nest of dark pubic hair, rested in Lilin’s face. She wrapped her lips around it, completing the triangle.
Wednesday’s mind and body were aflame. She felt possessed. It was as if some beautiful, dark demon of lust was inside her now, blotting out anything and everything but the desire to satiate her most base and debauched wishes. It was glorious. She truly felt like an Addams at this moment, as her tongue slithered and snaked in her cousin’s vag while her other cousin suckled on her clit. The wet sounds of tongues, grunts and squeals made a wondrous symphony.
Abruptly Lech broke the connection and crawled to his knees. “Huh-huh, get to your back.” He panted, grabbing hold of Wednesday’s hips. She turned over willing, spreading her legs wide and watching him creep towards her, his eyes alight with zeal. Lilin hefted herself on her ass and watched.
Wednesday gazed up at Lech as she felt the tip of his member teasing against her slit. She ground her teeth defiantly at him, wanting him inside her desperately. “Make it hurt.” She ordered plainly. Lech grinned wolfishly at her and then without any further warning slid himself in. His full, thick, hard shaft filled her. The curved tip ran along the upper wall of her passage and pushed deep into her and his full, low testicles slammed against her crack. Wednesday’s back arched and she gasped. “Oh!”
Lech grunted, pulled out to the very edge and then hefted himself back into her, harder this time. Wednesday’s body spasmed and her eyes closed. “Oh Fuuuuck! Gods! Yes!”
“Yeah! Yeah! You like this? Like this you slut?! You are so wet!” Lech muttered, shoving her legs up and back, pushing even deeper into her. His nails dug into her flesh. There was a steady “thwap! thwap! thwap! THWAP!” of his balls hitting her over and over as he speared her. She reached up and took hold of her knees, pulling them further back, wanting him inside her deeper, watching to be stretched and penetrated.
“I do! Uuuh! I love it! Harder! Mmm! Harder! Fuck me like a dirty whore!” She moaned. She felt a monstrous rush welling up inside her. Building in the pit of her stomach ready to explode. Her brow furrowed and her mouth hung on in a silent scream. “Oh gods! I’m cumming! Aaaah! Keep going!”
“Gods! Yes, cum on my cock! Cum on it bitch!”
The dam broke. A wave of pure elation swept over her, as her toes curled and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. “Aaaaaw! Hmmmmn!”
Her head twisted to the side. Lilin had her legs and was feverishly fingering herself as she watched enraptured. “Get over here!” She ordered, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm coursing through her as Lech continued his relentless assault on her body. Lilin licked her lips and sprang up.
“Yes please!” She said, scooting across the floor. She lowered her face down and put her lips onto Wednesday’s. Her nimble little fingers stretched out over her bouncing tits, tweaking and pinching her nipples. She broke the kiss and shifted back up. One of her knees swung over Wednesday’s head. Then she filled Wednesday’s view with plump, round ass cheeks and dripping labia descending towards her.
Lilin’s thighs filled Wednesday’s ears as her face filled with her hovering body, half an inch above her leaving just enough room for her to suck in air. Opening her mouth her tongue slid into the hot wet opening. Her trembling hands reached up and grabbed hold of the amble, wriggling buttocks.
A cock slamming into her pussy and a writhing cunt on her tongue, Wednesday once more felt her body edging towards oblivion. “Mmm! Yes! Fucking hell, I am your slut!” She crowed, her mouth muffled from between Lilin’s legs. She hips bucked out, answering every thrust Lech gave her. “Ha! Haaaa! Eeeh!’
“Hehe, she’s cumming again brother.” Lilin giggled, leaning forward and putting her hands on the side of Lech’s face. He grunted with effort and began to peck at her lips.
“I know, mmh! I know sweet sister. Uuuh she is so tight! She’s exploding on me!”
Just as the apex reached her, Wednesday slid her finger down Lilin’s cracked and pushed her first knuckle into her anus just as he came. “Mmm! Uuuh!”
Lilin squealed. “Mmmn! Hehehe mmm, little minx is fingering my ass! Hehe, what a nasty little bitch!” She laid her head on Lech’s shoulder and whispered breathily in his ear. “Hmm, is it my turn yet? Oh god I want your cock in me to Lech!”
“You want it? Ugh! Uh!”
“Yes! Gods yes, give it to me!”
Lech pulled himself out of Wednesday and she felt the void between her legs at once. Lilin pulled herself off of her face and she laid on the plush rug for a moment, letting her body process what it had experienced as the pussy juice rolled down her chin.
Lilin was bending over the arm of the couch. Wednesday got shakily to her knees and watched was Lech got behind her and took her into an incestuous embrace, grabbing her hips and resting the tip of his cock on her exposed lips. “Put it in! Pleeeease brother, I want it in!” Lilin begged.
Lech splayed his legs into a wider stance, angled himself beneath his sister’s buttocks and slid himself into her. “Aaaaaw yes! Mm, no one fucks me like you…” She groaned.
Wednesday rose to her feet and walked over slowly, staring at there bodies as they moved. Lech plowing his cock in to Lilin as she pushed back against him, her tits bouncing back and forth and her he head bobbing up and down. She pressed her body against Lech’s bucking frame. Looking over his shoulder down at his pulsing shaft entering her as he panted.
“Fuck her.” She growled. “Fuck her hard.”
“Aw! Yes! Yes! I feel like a fucking animal getting fucked like this!” Lilin moaned. Wednesday turned her head and pulled Lech into a kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He grunted, kissing her back, as he continued rhythmically to pound into his sister. Wednesday started to kiss down his body, her lips covering his neck, his shoulders, down his chest and his sides, creeping to her knees as she did.
Sliding between his splayed legs, Wednesday opened her mouth and gobbled at his swaying balls. Her tongue worked its way around each testicle, and her lips worked on his sack. Her head bobbed back and forth to keep up with his thrusts, her pigtails swinging back and forth as it did. “Oh yeah, yes, shit suck on my balls you tamp! Mmm!” Lech groaned, his twisting upwards. His hand shot out and whipped back into Lilin’s butt cheek with a resounding “SLAP!”
“AW! GODS!” Lilin screamed. “AAAH! AAAH!”
Lech reached out and seized a fistful of Lilin’s hair and tugged it back hard. His hand collided with Lilin’s ass once again, hard enough to leave a red impression of his hand in her round pale skin. Wednesday continued to moved back and forth between his legs, her tongue massaging his balls keenly.
“Huh! Huh! Oh! Gonna cum, gonna cum!” He muttered, breathing heavily. He slipped himself out of Lilin and grabbed hold of his shaft. Quick as the devil Wednesday was in front of him, her tongue rolling on the tip, tasting her and Lilin’s mingled juices. Lilin sprang forward. She fell to her knees beside Wednesday and seized his member. Her mouth bobbed up and down on it quickly, then hefted up her bosom, encircling it.
“Fuck my tits Lech, mmm cum all over my face!”
Lech pumped himself in and out of her harder and between Lilin’s breasts as Wednesday reached out and fondled his testes. His eyes closed and his mouth opened. “Oooh! Uuuuuh! Ah!” A jet of white cum launched out of the swollen red tip of his cock and painted over Lilin’s face, tits and into her open mouth. Another jet followed it, and another, until at least sputtering to a stop. “Uuuuh….uuuuh! Oh, my sister, oh, my gorgeous whore sister, mmm.” Lech muttered breathily and collapsed backwards into the couch.
Wednesday turned to face Lilin and began to run her tongue over her cousin, pulling back on her hair and licking the hot sticky semen off of her tits and face. Lilin gripped the back of Wednesday’s head and forced her into a brutal, angry kiss, spitting the remaining jizz into her mouth as their tongues danced.
Finally the two panting young woman stopped pawing at each and crawled back up to the sofa. They slid onto the sofa beside Lech, sitting pressed against him, breathing hard, flushed and sweating. They all leaned back huffing contentedly as the wrap there arms around each other. Wednesday pulled the musty, patched blanket draped over the back of the sofa down and laid it over their bodies.
            “You certainly didn’t disappoint.” Lech said into her.
            “I’m an Addams.” She said solemnly.
            Lilin began to giggle tiredly. “Hehe!”
            Lech looked over at her, “What is it?”
            “Heh, it’s you! Petting my tender pussy like that. It tickles.”
            Lech’s eyes narrowed, “I’m not.”
            “What do you mean, someone is.”
            “It isn’t me- ha! Hehehe now I feel it too. Which of you is stroking me like that?” His eyes widened comically. The two girls exchanged a brief glance and shook their heads. Wednesday looked down at Lech’s crotch. Something was moving there. Reaching over she grabbed the blanket and tugged it back. What she saw was no surprise at all.
            The loyal Thing was resting on its stump, gently massaging Lech’s genitals. “Thing.” She said, “He wants to play with us.”
            As she spoke, the hand dropped Lech’s cock and scuttled over his thigh and settled onto Wednesday’s lap. Very gently he began to run his finger up and down her aroused labia. She sighed and closed her eyes, very familiar with Thing’s brand of playing. At that moment though, there was a long, low groan from the door. She opened her eyes to see Lurch lingering silently in the doorway, staring at her expectantly.
            She nodded. “Coming Lurch.” She rose to her feet and walked into the center of the room. When she reached the pile of clothes she bent and sifted finding a pair of boxer shorts and very large panties. She disregarded her own ripped dress and headed for the door, totally nude save for her gray socks.
            “Where are you going?” Lilin asked sounding disappointed.
            “To get ready for the ceremony.” She said, in her usual flat tone. Walking passed Lurch into, she felt his gaze linger on her breasts enjoyed it, wondering just how massive his member must be, and thinking that that her petite nked body might be enough to raise it. A few of the guest who were mingling in the foyer turned to goggle at her. They muttered and pointed. Wednesday felt her pride swelling. She was a sexual goddess. A harlot. A tramp. She would join the greats names of her Family. Calpernia Addams, who had enslaved a man of the cloth after she danced nude in the town square. Luretia Addams, who had seduced her own son, and rode him until he dropped dead of exhaustion. The Addams coven of Toulon, who legend had it in the twelfth century sold there souls to Satan and engaged in an orgy with his imps, the prodigy of their debauched loins eventually siring the entire Addams clan. And now there was Wednesday Addams, seductress and nymphomaniac of the highest order.
            By all means, let them stare at her. There was power between her legs.
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