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Ben sped through the puddles, his electric bike’s headlights cutting through the rain-soaked night. The storm had barely let up, and the dark clouds still threatened more downpours. He arrived home late, soaked to the bloody bone, and knackered from the day’s events. As he pushed open the front door, he was met with a familiar unfriendly voice.

“Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence,” Jennifer teased, leaning against the hallway wall with her arms crossed. Her cheerleader uniform accentuated her toned body, and her blonde hair framed a face that could easily be described as classically beautiful. Unfortunately it was permanently painted with a derisive smirk and a generally smug look, though that could have more to do with who she was looking at. The siblings had never gotten along. “You look like a drowned rat. Did you get lost on your way back from ‘voluntoldering’?”

Ben sighed, not in the mood for her persistent mockery. “Yeah, Jen. I got lost. Now can you please just let me pass?” Under his breath, he mumbled his own dig back at her “wouldn’t want the rain to melt you.”

Jennifer laughed, stepping aside but not before giving him a final smirk. “Whatever, loser.”

Ignoring her, Ben trudged upstairs to his room. He stripped off his wet clothes, tossed them into a corner. After grabbing a towel from the wardrobe to quickly dry himself off, it too joining the soggy clothing in the corner he collapsed onto his bed. Crawling up it with the minimal energy that was left in his tired body and slipped under the sheets that felt almost too warm against his chilled skin. He drew the covers over his face and snuggled in. His body felt great now wrapped in complete comfort with nothing else for it to do. His mind, however, was a whirlwind of thoughts about the succubi and the ritual he had witnessed. Finally, he shoved it all to the back of his mind, hoping sleep would offer some respite. Thankfully his weariness brought him to sleep before

**

The next morning, Ben dragged himself out of bed. The storm had thankfully passed, leaving behind a cool, crisp and somewhat damp morning. He grabbed a quick breakfast and headed out to catch the bus to school. As he boarded, he spotted his friends huddled together near the back.

“Hey, Ben!” called out Jake, one of his best mates. “How was your weekend? Any more exciting stories from church duty?”

“Maybe he polished a pole, like a good altar boy” chuckled Mark.

Ben managed a weak smile, sliding into the seat beside them. He was well used the church banter by now. “Nothing exciting, just the usual cleaning and organizing.”

Chris, another friend, raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like a barrel of laughs. You at least get to sneak in some video games?”

“Nah, no time for that,” Ben replied, trying to keep the conversation light. “But what about you guys? What did you do?” Jake grinned. “I went to a party on Saturday. It was insane! Everyone was there.” Chris nodded enthusiastically a wide grin on his face. “Yeah, was there too, and I swear I saw ya sis getting cosy with some rando. You should’ve seen her, Ben. She looked amazing.”

Ben’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of his pain in the arse eldest sister (there was no need to ask if it was one of the twins). “Really? Maybe she finally dumped that loser boyfriend of hers.” The bus ride continued with more chatter about parties, schoolwork, and upcoming exams. Ben tried to focus on his friends’ stories, but his mind kept drifting back to the events at the church. By the time the bus reached school, his head was spinning with conflicting emotions.

“Hey, you guys hear the lower grade all suddenly got sent off on work placement? Thank fuck we didn’t have to do that.”

As they disembarked, most of the guys were busy responding to Mark. Jake slowed down to stick with Ben patting him on the back. “Hey, don’t look so stressed, buddy. We’ll survive these last few weeks. Then we can finally move on to uni and do a Jessica… and blow this popsicle stand.” He gave Ben a large wink trying to lift his spirits. Ben nodded, plastering on a smile. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just get through this month.”

They parted ways at the entrance, each heading to their respective classes. Ben walked down the corridor, the drone of students chatting and laughing around him. He entered his classroom and took a seat near the back, glancing at the clock. Only a few minutes left before the bell rang.

His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Miss Evans, their history teacher, standing at the front of the room. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her piercing green eyes seemed to study each student as they settled in. “Hmm has she done something to her hair?” he thought as he tried to work out what was different about her.

“Good morning, class,” she greeted, her voice clear and authoritative. “Today, we’ll be going over the rise of Fascism in Europe. Please take out your textbooks and turn gemlik escort to page 124.”

Ben opened his book, but his mind was far from the lecture. He couldn’t shake the image of the succubi and the ritual from his thoughts. How could any of this be real? And what did it mean for him?

As Miss Evans began her lecture, her voice became a distant murmur. Ben’s thoughts were interrupted again when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Chris looking at him, concern on his face. “You okay, man? You zoned out for a bit there.” Ben forced a smile. “Yeah, just tired. Didn’t sleep well.” Chris nodded, accepting the explanation.

“Well, hang in there. Lunch is almost here. We can grab something and relax for a bit.” Ben nodded, grateful for the distraction. But as the minutes ticked by, the weight of his secret only seemed to grow heavier. He needed to find a way to deal with what he had seen and find some semblance of normalcy in his life.

As the bell rang and the standard dash for the door began Ben continued to move slowly, much to the ire of his mates. “Hurry up church boy,” heckled Mark, “some of us have hot girlfriends waiting for them… not gonna keep Beth’s awesome ass waiting for your hairy one.”

***

After lunch, Ben shuffled back to his classes, each passing in a blur. The teachers droned on about reviewing topics for the upcoming exams, but his mind was elsewhere. He kept replaying the disturbing events of the past few days, the ritual, the succubi, and the draining of Michael’s life force. His thoughts were a chaotic mix of fear and confusion, making it nearly impossible to concentrate.

The clock seemed to drag its feet worse than a watched kettle until finally, the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. Ben gathered his things and made his way to the administration building. He needed to confirm his university choices with the guidance counsellor, a task he had been putting off due to his ever-growing list of distractions.

As he navigated the quickly emptying hallways as swiftly as he could, his mind wandered to thoughts of Madame Dupont, the guidance counsellor. She was a mid to late-twenties, French, dark-skinned beauty with a sultry French accent that always seemed to make his heart race. Her smart office attire, crisp and professional, only added to her allure. As he approached her office, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if she were a succubus. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

Ben knocked on the door and entered when prompted. Madame Dupont looked up from her desk, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Ah, Benjamin. Come in, please.” Her voice was like honey, smooth and sweet.

He took a seat across from her, trying to focus on the forms in front of him. But his imagination got the best of him. He pictured her leaning over the desk, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal the curve of her breasts. Her scent, a mix of lavender and something heavier, filled his senses. He imagined her whispering naughty things in his ear, her breath hot against his skin.

“Are you finished, Benjamin?” Madame Dupont’s voice broke through his fantasy, pulling him back to reality. She leaned forward, her expression one of concern. “I apologize for rushing you, but I have other students to see.”

Ben blinked, realizing he had been staring at her for far too long. “Yes, um, yes, I think I’m done,” he stammered, handing her the completed forms. His face flushed with embarrassment. Madame Dupont smiled kindly. “Merci, Benjamin. You’re all set for university. Good luck with your studies, and make sure you hit these grade requirements.”

As he rose to leave, he glanced around the office, half expecting to see something out of place. His mind was still reeling from the vivid images he had conjured. Just as left the guidance councillor’s office, he thought he saw a nun in a habit slipping into the principal’s office down the hall. It was only a fleeting glimpse, but it unsettled him. “Did I just see? Was that..?” Confusing thoughts rattled around his brain.

“Fuck, must be imagining things,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He hurried out of the administration building, eager to catch the bus home. As he walked, he tried to push the strange thoughts and visions from his mind, but they clung like shadows, refusing to dissipate. “No! Not going there.” Ben took a moment smacking his cheeks twice in an effort to ‘sober’ himself up and break himself out of those thoughts. “There’s no time to get lost down that rabbit hole.”

Ben checked his watch “Fuck” he thought, it was time to haul arse. The last thing he needed was to miss the school bus and have all the time in the world to think about shit on the looong arse walk home. Heck if that happened those rain clouds from last night would probably end up making a sneaky re-appearance.

Reaching the bus with but moments to spare he found a seat next to the twins; all the spaces at the back altıparmak escort with his friends were already taken. Not to worry though, he loved spending time with the twins. They were overly innocent, especially in this day and age. They weren’t raving hotties like Jess, perhaps they could be, but they’d need to lose quite a bit, well a lot of weight.

What they did have going for them is that they were genuinely nice people, to everyone. Always cheerful, never with a nasty thing to say about anyone…they were the anti-Jessica in twin form.. especially since they clearly both had souls and (as harsh as it was to say) there was no way they weren’t virgins.

As he collapsed into the seat just in front of them he turned to say hey. They were pleased to see him, but soon their noses crinkled. Ben had a touch of an odour from the long day, and sprinting from the admin building to the bus certainly hadn’t helped.

Well if they were too nice to tell him he stank, then that was fine with him. If he was sitting with his friends he’d probably be getting cussed out for being a smelly bugger right about now. Instead, he was listening to how the twins’ day went.

***

After arriving home Ben decided to take a nice, hot shower to wash the stink off before dinner. He got out of his pungent clothes, dropping them in the washing basket. They were Mum’s problem now.

Getting under the water, the feeling was glorious. Ah, the joys of a hot shower when it’s cold outside. He felt the warmth of the shower washing away his problems, slowly humanizing him once more. All seemed right in the world…

The door suddenly flew open, and in she walked, without even closing the bloody door! Ben was startled by her entrance, though he wasn’t surprised by who had decided to disturb him. “For fucks saaake Jess! I’m in the bloody shower!” despite his aggressive tone Jessica took little note of him. Setting up her makeup bag and pulling out various products. She carried on as if she were the sole occupant of the room. Ben tried once more “Jess! Kindly… fuck off, and come back after I get out of the shower!”

Jessica, however, cared not one bit about what he was harping on about. Casually turning to her brother she answered him snidely. “As if I care what you’re hiding in your hands. Your small package interests no one,” she snorted in amusement, “That’s why you’ll be a virgin till you’re in your thirties and marry the first woman that lets you attempt to put it in…now quit being so loud some of us have places to be and people to see.”

“Bitch,” Ben mumbled while still protecting his business from this evil harpy, “and, I’m not a virgin!” But silence was his only answer clearly she didn’t think it worth it to respond. She was too busy caking on make-up she didn’t need in the first place- not that Ben would ever admit to that last thought.

Finally finishing off, Jess turned to him with a smirk. “Only way you aren’t a virgin is if you’re counting getting buggered by the local priests, or if I suddenly see your face on crime-stoppers…enjoy your cold shower.” With that parting statement she leaned over and flushed the toilet, cackling like the wicked witch of the West she was.

A girlish scream was followed by several louder and somewhat manly expletives. Ben quickly adjusted the water temperature, still cursing under his breath as he shivered from the sudden cold shock. He could still hear Jessica’s laughter echoing down the hallway, a mocking sound that made his blood boil.

He wanted to yell back, to tell her off, heck he half wanted to show his cock and put a stop to this ‘small’ business…but he knew it would only make things worse. No matter what he did, she would use it against him. The words of Bron from his favourite TV series came to mind: “There’s no cure for being a cunt.” Truer words had never been spoken in his opinion… well at least where his eldest sister was involved.

Instead, he focused on washing away any remaining grime and frustration, trying to calm his racing mind and re-warm up his now goosebumps-covered skin. As he finished up and stepped out of the shower, Ben noticed that Jessica had left her makeup scattered all over the counter. Lipsticks, brushes, and compacts were haphazardly tossed about, a testament to her hurried departure and generally uncaring attitude.

He rolled his eyes and began to gather them up, placing them neatly in a small bag she often used for her cosmetics. He figured he might as well do something productive while he was still fuming. Though the bin next to the sink was looking mightily attractive just one tip of the hand…. no, as lovely as the thought was, he knew it wasn’t worth it.

Hell may hath no fury like a woman scorned, but Jess getting her own back on some perceived wrong was most definitely a close second.

Just as he was about to leave the bathroom, he heard a soft knock on the door. “Ben?” It was Lara, one of the twins. osmangazi escort Her voice was soft and cautious, unlike Jessica’s brashness.

“What?” Ben barked aggressively, opening the door slightly to see her standing there with a worried expression. “I heard you and Jess arguing,” she said, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of distress. “Are you okay?”

Ben sighed all anger quickly leaching away, leaning against the door-frame. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just another typical day with Jess.” Lara nodded, though her concern didn’t fade entirely. “Do you want to talk about it? Maybe we can chill after dinner or something?” as she looked down from his face at his half-naked towel covered body a blush came across her face. She had never been good with nudity even on TV.

Ben appreciated her offer, but he wasn’t in the mood to socialize. “Thanks, Lara, but I think I just need some time to myself right now.” She gave him a sympathetic smile before turning to leave cheeks still a cute rosy colour, but not before adding, “If you change your mind, I’ll be downstairs.”

With that, Ben closed the door and headed to his room, feeling a little better after Lara’s brief interaction. He grabbed some clean clothes and changed quickly, then decided to check his phone for any messages. There were a few from his friends, teasing him about missing out on a party due to his work, that they had attended last night. Ben chuckled, responding with a few playful jabs of his own.

Feeling a bit more relaxed, he decided to head downstairs to find something to eat. As he passed by the living room, he noticed Thomas back from uni and sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. “Hey, little bro,” Thomas greeted, not looking away from the screen. “How was your day?”

Ben hesitated for a moment, considering whether to share his ordeal with Thomas. Knowing how much Thomas valued family harmony, he opted for a simpler response. “It was okay. Just got caught in the rain again last night.”

Thomas finally turned to look at him, frowning slightly. “You should get yourself a better jacket. That thing you’re wearing won’t keep you dry for long.” Ben smirked, plopping down onto the adjacent couch. “Yeah, I know. But it’s not like I spend my days wandering around in storms.”

Thomas shrugged, returning his attention to the TV. “True enough. So, what are you up to tonight?” Ben thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Not much. Probably just gonna relax and catch up on some reading.”

“Sounds boring,” Thomas remarked, a grin spreading across his face. “But if you change your mind, there’s a game night at Mark’s place. You should come along.”

Ben considered the offer, then smiled. “Think I’ll skip, plus I prefer my mate Mark; your Mark is even more of a dick than mine,” he said the last part with a wink.

Mum’s voice rang out calling everyone to dinner. Jessica’s absence made the family dinner all the more harmonious in Ben’s opinion. As he sat back and let the family’s usual chat about everyone’s day wash over him. His mum was a good cook, he’d miss this food when he went off to uni. Much like his eldest brother he applied to unis that were a bit further afield than Thomas and Jess did. Getting away from the family would be hard, well some more than others, but he felt he needed to spread his wings.

**

As the evening progressed, Ben found himself drifting into a state of semi-consciousness, his thoughts lingering on the strange events at the church. The image of the succubus ritual kept replaying in his mind, stirring unease within him. He tried to push it aside, focusing instead on the mundane tasks of daily life, but the memories remained stubbornly lodged in his mind.

Eventually, he decided to call it a night and retreated to his room. As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something sinister was lurking just beneath the surface of his seemingly normal life. Things happening in the corners of his vision, lewd daydreams that seemed to stick with him far more than normal. Then there were the memories…

Lost in thought, Ben drifted off to sleep, the night filled with uneasy dreams.

In his slumber, he found himself once again standing in the hidden chamber of the church, watching as the nuns performed their ritual. But this time, the scene shifted, and he found himself chained to the altar, the succubi looming over him, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent. The three nuns standing over him with a knife and chanting, fire dancing around the room. Fiery words moved across his skin leaving a burning sensation where they went, they seemed to be moving to one location. Fear gripped him as they lit up his most intimate of places.

He awoke with a start, heart pounding, sweat trickling down his forehead. He sat up, breathing heavily, trying to calm his racing pulse. The dream felt so real, so vivid, that he couldn’t quite shake the lingering fear it instilled in him. Cum plastered his chest. “Hmm, hadn’t seemed like that kinda dream,” he thought.

Determined to distract himself, Ben reached for his phone, scrolling through his messages. As he did, one particular new message caught his eye–a text from an unknown number. It read simply: “Have a good day at school tomorrow xx”

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