And now the conclusion of our story! This is not only longer than the other two 'tales' put together, it's smuttier too! This version of Justin, in particular, wants me to write some more. It's a definite maybe, but he can just bloody well wait until I've finished my fantasybigbang entry. The mod's been nice enough to extend my deadline until posting, and put me at the end of the schedule. I'm damn well going to finish it, fight scenes and all!
TITLE: Campfire Tales
AUTHOUR: TaleWeaver
FANDOM: Wizards of Waverly Place
RATING/CONTENT: NC-17. M/F sex - lots of it! - including consensual incest between siblings.
DISCLAIMER: The characters of WOWP belong to the Disney Channel, and lots of people who are not me. No profit is being made from this work, and no copyright infringement is intended.
SUMMARY: Stranded in the Catskills on a warm summer night, Justin and Alex tell some famous spooky stories with a naughty twist.
SPOILERS: character backgrounds only. I’d planned to tentatively put this in the Lost Weekend/Magical Mystery Tour ‘verse, but it’s more stand-alone than anything else.
SOUNDTRACK: ‘Diggin’ this’ by Nickelback for tale one, ‘Mea culpa’ by Enigma for tale two, and ‘This is Halloween’ by Marilyn Manson for tale three.
Part two
“I can’t believe I'm stuck at home on one of the hottest party nights of the year. My life sucks.”
Alex Russo - formerly Alex Prescott - threw herself onto the couch and pouted. She was glad that her mom was happy with her new husband, and Jerry really was a nice guy - that was why she’d agreed to take his name along with her mom - but he was hopelessly out of touch. Seriously, she goes over curfew (and what was with that? Curfew, seriously?) by a measly hour, and he blows his stack and grounds her! For Halloween!
Now she was stuck alone in a house that was literally four times the size of her and Mom’s old apartment, answering the door for trick or treaters. Harper had come down with the flu, so Mom wouldn’t let her come all the way out here - okay, so Alex kind of agreed with that one.
As the doorbell rang, Alex rolled her eyes, rolled off the couch, and headed to the door.
One Hannah Montana (hah, Mikayla was so much cooler), a tiny zombie who managed to be adorable even with pseudo-rotting flesh, and a Ghost Face later, Alex was headed back to the couch and her own bowl of candy. Even if Harper couldn’t make it, she could still have her Sorority slumber party massacre festival.
Just after Tiffany got chopped, the phone rang.
Alex sighed and answered it.
“Hello, Alex. Are you enjoying your Halloween?”
Alex’s eyebrows rose. The caller was using a voice modulator, or whatever those things were. The voice was metallic, and reeked of sci-fi. Very Transformers.
“It sucks, actually. You’re interrupting my movie marathon.”
“Maybe I can improve it for you?”
Alex scoffed, “Oh, reeeaalllly? And what exactly will you do for me?”
Alex was a New Yorker. She could turn the tables on any perverted prank caller.
A robotic laugh came down the line, followed with, “Don’t underestimate me, Alex; I know a lot about you.”
“So you have Google. Congratulations.”
“I know you’re in the house alone.”
“Oh, please. There’s someone alone in every house on the street. All I have to do is scream, and I’ll have a horde of trick or treaters running to see the prank, and anxious parents on their cells to nine one one.”
It was true, though. Her mother and stepfather were off at a party to celebrate their first Halloween together, and her younger stepbrother wanted to go trick or treating. Her older stepbrother had been guilt-tripped into being the chaperone - apparently Max was notorious for his ‘tricks’, and after he’d been responsible for the fire brigade getting called out three times in one night, he was no longer allowed out on Halloween without an escort.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a good, hard fuck?”
Alex’s eyebrows arched. Well, this was surprisingly direct.
“What’s it to you? I have an air horn and a cell ready to call the pervert hotline, and I’m not afraid to use either of them.”
Another laugh. “Good for you! But why not tell me?”
“Because you’re a stranger and a perv, who gets off on sexually harassing teenage girls over the phone?”
“Oh, I’m a pervert alright. But the only girl I’m interested in sexually harassing is you.”
Not missing the implications, Alex settled back on the couch. “Is that so?”
“Oh yes, Alex. I want to sexually harass you until you scream for more.”
Licking her lips, Alex realised in exasperation that not only was she actually enjoying this twisted flirtation, but she was starting to feel hot and damp between her legs. Damn, she really needed to get laid.
“So tell me... how long?”
Alex sighed, and let the truth slip out. “Since before I moved here. I was happy in the Village, but no - my mom had to marry a guy in Long Island!”
“You don’t like your new life?”
“There’s some nice stuff. But it’s all Disney-rated.”
“Well then, perhaps you’d like a present?”
“What kind of present would that be?”
“The kind I just left on your front porch.”
Alex rolled her eyes. This time at herself. Exactly when had she begun to enjoy this?
“I should have my head shrunk.”
“Go and get your present. I’ll wait.”
Sighing in exasperation at her stupidity and curiosity, Alex stalked to the front door. Sure enough, there was a box, printed with jack o’lanterns on a black background, with a black silk ribbon tied around it in a pretty bow.
Heading back to the couch, she picked up the phone. “I should really call the bomb squad.”
“Don’t be silly, Alex,” the voice chided. “If I blew you up, we couldn’t play!”
“Play?”
“Open your present.”
Alex undid the silk ribbon, putting it aside - it was nice, she could maybe use it later - and pulled the lid off the box. She wasn’t surprised at the contents.
On a puffy black velvet lining, a vibrator, condom, and batteries resided.
“Do you like it?”
“I already have one of these,” Alex informed him casually. She’d been giving it a damn good workout since she’d moved here, where all the available partners knew everyone else. She had no interest in being locker-room bragging, thank you very much. Though hers wasn’t nearly as large - or as interesting - as this one.
It had a realistically-moulded head, but the length was covered in small bumps for added stimulation. This one also had two smaller, protruding branches from the base. One short and slim, the other longer and bulgy.
“Then you already know how to use it. Excellent!”
“What, you really think I’m going to get myself off while you listen over the phone?”
“Yes.”
The calm, confident answer actually made her blink.
“What makes you think, even for a second, that I’ll do that?”
“Because you like doing things you’re not supposed to. You enjoy sex, and you haven’t had it in quite some time. And this will give you a really great orgasm.”
Alex resolved to head into the city to visit Harper and get laid the second she was un-grounded. This was actually starting to seem like a good idea.
“Well, Alex?”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“But you’re not saying no.”
Shit, she wasn’t.
“If you can tell me, honestly, that you’re not soaking your panties already, I’ll hang up and never call back. But if you’re hot and wet, I want you to lie back on the couch and place the phone next to your ear.”
Since the phone had first rung, night had fallen, and the room was only lit by the DVD menu on the television. Alex bit her lip, and lay back on the couch.
“Now what?” she breathed.
“Pull up your skirt and spread your legs. Then switch on the vibrator, and move it along your lips. Don’t take off your panties yet.”
Alex started breathing hard, as the buzzing echoed from between her legs, and the thrill started to race along her nerve endings.
“You can moan, Alex. I’d like to hear you.”
“I just bet you would - ooh,” Alex gasped as the twitching head hit her clit.
“Alright, now you can take off your panties. But I want you to expose your breasts, first.”
Alex wriggled out of her panties, before pulling up her T-shirt. Arching her back, she unhooked her strapless bra and tossed it down the other end of the couch. Eyes closing in pleasure, Alex rubbed the quivering vibrator over her hardened nipples.
“Oh, Alex? Can you hear that?”
Concentrating, Alex heard skin slapping wetly.
“I’ve got a hard-on a foot long, and those noises you’re making are so delicious that I have to jack off before I come in my pants like some middle-schooler.”
“Good,” Alex panted. “A pervert like you deserves to stain his pants. I don’t need a voice over the phone to get me off.”
“But it’s so much better with company, isn’t it?”
Alex answered with a long, stuttering moan as she slowly pushed the vibrator into her core.
“Alex, that’s naughty. You weren’t supposed to put it in yet.”
“I like doing things I’m not supposed to,” she panted. Damn, this felt good.
“Well then, do you know what to do with those secondary branches?”
Alex turned the vibrator a little, and settled the shorter one on her clit. Then cried out, as a bolt of lightning made her whole body shake.
“Oh, you do. Do you like it up your ass, Alex? You really are a naughty girl.”
“Never had anything there,” Alex panted, tugging on her nipples with one hand as she moved the vibrator in and out.
“Oh? Why Alex, what do you suppose the other one’s for? Now Alex, I want you to get on your knees, so that you can press the vibrator against the couch for leverage.”
The pleasure making her head spin, Alex obeyed, sitting in such a way that the flat base of the vibrator pressed on the couch, providing the pressure to keep it deep inside without her hands.
“Now, I want you reach back and spread your cheeks. Give the finger lots of room to poke into your ass!”
Even as her caller cackled in delight, Alex felt the rubber tip poking at her ass. Moving her hips, she felt it penetrate deeper.
“Are you having a good time, Alex?”
“Yes,” Alex moaned. “I - I’m coming. I’m going to come!”
Moving her hips back and forth and up and down, one hand pinching and tugging on her heaving breasts and the other rubbing between her legs, it didn’t take long for Alex to climax harder than she ever had in her life. A nearly-forgotten instinct made her fall forward, so she could bury her face in a cushion to smother her scream. From what seemed like a far distance, and yet shockingly near, she heard the metallic moan on the other end of the line.
Alex dazedly turned her head to the side so she wouldn’t suffocate herself, and listened.
“Oh, Alex, that was very well done.” If an electronic voice could be breathless, he was doing it. "I want you to keep the vibrator in. Don't fix your clothes."
"Now what?" she panted.
"That depends on you, Alex. I'm standing at your front door right now. Are you going to invite me in?"
Alex sat bolt upright, her eyes wide, as a click in her ear turned into the dial tone.
Then she heard the knock at the door.
Standing gingerly, she hung up the phone and placed it on the end table, before as she pulled her T-shirt down over her naked breasts, and tugged her skirt back into place. After all, it could be anyone!
She did leave the vibrator in place, though. Just in case.
Carefully walking to the door, she peered through the peephole, but could only see a dark hooded cape. Opening the door part-way, she leaned on the doorframe and surveyed the Ring-Wraith on her porch.
“I thought I told you not to fix your clothes,” the familiar electronic voice issued from the depths of the deep, stiffened hood.
“How do I know you’re not just a pervert? Or a serial killer?” Alex eyed the voluminous costume and retorted, “For all I know, you’ve got a machete and duct tape under there.”
The Ring-Wraith fumbled at his chest, his fingers made awkward by black leather gloves, and opened the cape, spreading it wide like a caricature of a black-market seller in a trench coat.
He wore black Nikes, and nothing else. He wasn’t a middle-aged pervert, either; he had the smooth, wiry body of a teenager who was fit, but didn’t play sports regularly.
Alex looked speculatively at the inner lapels of the cape, spread like wings. Several interesting items were fastened to the inside of the cape. “Do I get to play with those toys, too?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Including that one?” Alex asked, staring pointedly at the impressive erection pointing at her. It was bigger than any of the toys. Bigger than anything she’d ever had before.
“Especially that one.”
“Well, then,” Alex purred, as she stepped back and opened the door wide, “Why don’t you come in and give me a treat?”
As she closed the door after him, he ordered, “Lock the door, and go back into the living room.”
Smiling, Alex obeyed. Standing in the middle of the room, she waited.
The black leather of his gloves felt strangely arousing on her skin as he removed her T-shirt and pushed down her skirt. He fondled her breasts gently - almost absently - with his left hand, while his right reached down to find the base of the vibrator. Pushing the switch all the way, Alex went into a full-body shiver for a few seconds, before he switched it off and tugged it out, none too gently.
“Kneel on all fours on the piano bench,” he ordered. “I want a good look at everything.”
Alex dragged the bench out slightly before climbing on it. She heard a rustle of fabric as he moved behind her, and Alex moaned as fingers simultaneously slid into both her entrances and wiggled, the leather of the gloves feeling strange and oddly erotic.
“Both your holes are very loose, Alex,” the robotic voice mentioned casually. “You enjoyed having both stimulated, didn’t you?”
“Very much,” Alex agreed.
“You said you’d never had something in your ass before.”
“I haven’t. But I really, really, liked it.”
She could hear the creak of leather, and bit back a gasp as the now-empty leather gloves lightly slapped her rear.
“Would you like my cock in there, Alex?” he asked, his casual tone turned back into the seductive taunting he’d used on the phone. “Would you like me to fuck your ass until I fill it with my come?”
“No,” Alex gasped. “I want to feel you in my pussy. But put something else in there. Put it in deep!”
“Do you want something... bigger?”
“Yes! Something much bigger,” Alex moaned. She was so horny, it was as if the orgasm she’d had less than five minutes ago had never even happened.
“Hmm... well let’s see what I have in stock.” Another rustle, and a white object dangled in front of her face. Alex blinked the lust-daze out of her eyes, and saw another vibrator. It looked like a cylinder of white rubber, as big around as her pinkie finger, had been coiled upon itself in ever-smaller circles into a cone shape, until it came to a gently rounded tip. It wasn’t much bigger at the tip than the finger on the first vibrator, but it swiftly flared out, becoming much thicker and wider.
“Yes,” Alex nodded. “I want that in my ass. Put it in!”
“You haven’t said please.”
“Please!” Alex groaned, even as she felt the smooth rubber pushed deep into her pussy, coating it in her honey, before withdrawing. She almost screamed with relief - and pleasure - when the rubber point teased her anus. It twisted and advanced as it burrowed deeper into her ass, its’ passage eased by the fluids of her own arousal. A quick flip of his thumb, and it started to squirm, twisting inside her of its own accord.
Alex bit into her lower lip, tasting blood.
“Do you like that, Alex?”
“Yes! Give me more. I want your cock in my pussy!”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you? But it does look very inviting! Put your elbows on the piano.” He chuckled, darkness in the metallic chords, like a car crash. “Your arms aren’t going to be able to hold you up for long.”
Even as Alex obeyed, she moaned loudly at the feel of him pushing inside her, thrusting to the hilt in one stroke. His hands on her hips, he pulled her into every thrust, magnifying the impact. She could feel cloth brushing her skin, and the light, teasing sensation aroused her even more.
“Damn,” she panted, “you’re a great fuck. Keep going.”
“You want more, Alex?”
“Hell, yeah. Harder, faster, more!” The next thrust nearly lifted her knees off the piano stool, and Alex hissed in need.
“Want to try something new?” dared the voice.
Alex teasingly clenched her inner muscles around him, and relished the knife-edged groan that issued from the man behind her. Sliding both his hands around her left knee, he lifted her leg straight up in the air, moving it to settle on his right shoulder. Without quite knowing how, Alex was spread-eagled sideways, supporting her body only by one knee on the bench and one elbow on the piano lid. She could twist her head to see him, and realised he hadn’t taken off the robe, just opened it. The hood was still up, and it was deep enough that even as his whole body writhed and twisted, she had no idea who was fucking her.
It turned her on even more.
The new position opened her up even further, and he bent his knees a little to add extra force to his hard thrusts. His hands clutched her waist, jerking her roughly back and forth as his cock plunged in and out. Alex was losing it, her mind whirling under the onslaught of pleasure; it felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. His cock was hitting places she hadn’t even known were sensitive, before! It wasn’t long before the coil snapped, and Alex bit her own hand to keep from screaming.
Alex panted in the aftermath of her climax, her head dropping down, then realised she was the only one in afterglow. The rod of muscle wasn’t softening at all. “Wow - seriously?”
The metallic laugh rang out, even as his fingers toyed with the still-twisting vibrator in her ass. “Do you want me to take this out, Alex? Do you want me to come in your ass?”
Alex shook her head. “Leave it in. My pussy’s still hungry. Fuck me more.”
“Well, you’re an insatiable one, aren’t you? Tell me, Alex, what would you do for my cock? To feel it thrusting back and forth inside you as much as you wished and you were completely satisfied?”
Alex swallowed. “Whatever you wanted.”
“I may just hold you to that later.”
When he pulled her upright and off the stool, Alex sagged back against him; her legs were still weak, and the vibrator in her ass was making sure she stayed aroused. He pulled out the piano stool, so it stood well clear, and pushed her around and back by her shoulders. Alex found herself lying on her back on the padded leather, her legs dangling off the end and her feet on the floor. She let her thighs fall open invitingly, and his left hand reached down to quickly and skilfully fondle her. Then he slid his hands under her knees, and lifted, pushing them back to her shoulders until she was bent double, her ass pulled off the surface of the seat, then pushing her knees apart to reveal her face and breasts between her spread thighs.
With another mechanical laugh, he straddled the end of the stool. His robe had fallen back into place, but now it parted again, just enough to reveal his groin, his cock jutting out proudly. He moved his hips to stroke its length against her exposed womanhood, and Alex moaned as he glided back and forth over her soaking folds.
Even the modulator couldn’t disguise his mock-scandalised tones. “Why, Alex! You’re all wet!”
Alex grunted, “That’s because I want your cock. Now!”
“Well, who am I to refuse a lady?”
Alex threw back her head and moaned as he fed his cock into her aching core, inch by delicious inch. When he bottomed out inside her, he stayed still for several long moments, letting her flesh pulse and twitch around him with need. He pulled out sharply, almost completely, then slammed back in again, his hips smacking into her ass. He did it again, and again, reaching down between her legs to grip onto the edge of the bench on either side of her head for leverage, Alex’s hands automatically replacing his at the back of her knees to keep her legs in position. As he continued pounding in and out, the force of his thrusts made Alex side along the seat, her sweaty skin ripping from the leather painfully, only to stick her in place again.
She was coming quicker, this time, and Alex tried to lift her hips to meet his. A razor-edged snarl echoed from the hood, and the dark head bent forward, even as his punishing thrusts sped up. A feral growl rumbled beneath the metallic notes.
“I make you come! Got it?”
Alex nodded frantically. Shit, she was nearly there.
He shoved his full length inside her and twisted his hips back and forth. Alex gritted her teeth, and flung back her head, not realising it was now hanging off the end of the bench, and a strangled cry vibrated from her throat as she swallowed her own scream. She nearly screamed again as he climaxed too, his come flooding her core.
He pulled out roughly, his cock still leaking as he stood up, lifted his far leg back over the bench, and closed his robe. Alex dazedly let go of her rubbery legs, and they more or less flopped back onto the bench only to gap open again. He reached between her knees, and she whimpered - in protest or for more, she wasn’t quite sure - only to groan as he slid the second vibrator out of her ass.
“Wha- don’t I even get a souvenir?” she asked breathlessly.
He pointed to his original gift, lying still on the floor. Alex looked at him with her best puppy-dog pout, and he laughed. Reaching into the lapel of his robe, he drew out two white objects connected by a thin cord. Bending down, he slipped the short, cylindrical plug into her ass, just deep enough to be comfortable, and the thumb-sized bullet slipped into the place his cock had just vacated.
“I don’t want you to take these out unless you’re in the bathroom or asleep, understand?”
Alex nodded, her inner muscles flexing experimentally. “How does it work?”
He opened his hand to reveal a small white rectangle in his hand. “Remote control.”
Then he pointedly tucked it into a hidden pocket in his cape.
Alex gasped indignantly, “So I’m just supposed to wait around for you?”
“Exactly. But don’t worry, Alex,” a re-gloved hand reached down to fondle her breast, “you won’t be waiting long.”
A scream echoed through the night, and Alex jumped, rolling off the bench onto the floor in surprise, only to see that somehow her DVD had started re-playing, and Brandi had found Tiffany’s body. When she turned back, her mystery lover was gone.
*
Just as the final credits on part one rolled, the door opened.
“Alex? We’re home!”
“In here, guys!” she called, getting up very carefully to change the disc. Damn, she’d better go up to bed either before or after anyone else - she was still having trouble walking. As for closing her legs - forget it! She might not even be able to keep the bullet in without her panties.
Fourteen year old Max bounded into the room, his escaped alien experiment still dripping with slime. Eighteen year old Justin followed close behind, toting what looked to be like a full sack of goodies.
“Have a nice time?” Alex laughed. She frowned and snapped, “Don’t you dare get any of that slime on me?”
“Queen of the mood swings strikes again,” Justin sighed.
Alex’s eyes narrowed. “You better not be making a PMS joke!”
Honestly, Justin was kind of hot in a nerdy sort of way, but he was such a goody-goody! He probably only jacked off under the covers in the dark. He participated in robot wars, for crying out loud. But he was one of the few people she’d ever met who could keep up with her in a snarkathon, and he’d already helped get her out of trouble a few times. A little boring, but solid, and Alex had needed a rock to lean on when she’d left behind everything she loved except her Mom.
“No, I’m making a bipolar joke.”
Alex shrugged. He did have a point there; her moods had been very back and forth since she and Mom moved in six months ago. Besides, she was far too relaxed to be bitchy. It wouldn’t hurt to make an effort.
“I’m about to put in another movie, want to join me?”
Max nodded, “Popcorn first!”
Justin grabbed a flying tentacle before he could dash into the kitchen. “Love too, but I think Max should get changed first. You know what Mom’s going to say if you get that gunk on the couch?”
“I can,” Alex grimaced.
“Fine,” Max grumbled. “C’mon, Justin, we need to hide all the good stuff before Dad comes home!”
As Max slimed out of the room, followed by Justin, Alex giggled and changed the discs.
As they climbed the stairs, Justin carefully avoided Max’s tentacles, not wanting slime on his new black Nikes.
“By the way, Max, remind me to thank Artie’s mom for taking you both out together.”
“Sure,” his little brother shrugged. “Hey, how was the movie? I never would have guessed you’d sneak into an R rated flick!”
Justin fingered the small, white remote control in his jeans pocket, and smiled.
“Max, it lived up to all my hopes, and more. I can’t wait for the next part.”
* * * * * *
“Wow,” breathed Justin. “Okay, that was incredible. Come here.”
“Shouldn’t we set up the tent, first?” Alex teased.
“No,” Justin said bluntly, pushing her backwards. Even as she laughed, Alex wrapped her arms and legs around him.
*
“Okay, I’ll admit it,” Justin panted as he collapsed beside her. “I can’t top that story.”
“Hah,” Alex sighed. “I win.”
A sudden cool breeze against her still-sensitized skin made her shiver, and she snuggled into Justin’s body.
“Damn, I knew we should have set up the tent earlier.” Justin raised his voice a little and commanded, “Emergency protocol: activate tent.”
A wall of dark green canvas sprouted from each side of the carpet, shooting up to six feet before angling and growing together into a pitched roof above their heads. The wall nearest the fire split vertically, the edges neatly curling back on themselves to form a roll that fastened itself to the adjacent walls. Alex gasped and jumped a little, as the life jackets they'd been using for pillows melted and turned into a thick pad beneath them, the size of a double bed. With a small ‘pop’ a rolled-up sleeping bag materialised beside them. As he was closer, Justin struggled into a sitting position to unfurl the cover over them.
As he lay back down, Alex wrapped his arm around her and rolled onto her side, so she could pillow her head on his shoulder. Before long, her breathing had slowed and deepened, accompanied by the tiniest of snores. Justin spent awhile watching the stars through the door, alternating with watching Alex's face in the firelight, but eventually his eyelids started to grow heavy. Yawning, he used a couple of hand gestures to bank the fire and close the tent-doors. Tightening his grip on Alex a little, he turned his head to breath in the scent of her hair. As he joined her in slumber, Justin made a mental note to look into getting a Ring-Wraith costume for Halloween.
Both of them slept contentedly, knowing that the other would be there when they woke up. That the other would always be there.
FINI