Uncle Brill Weave Versus the Orgy

[Brill Weave]

Gather round my friends. Today I shall recant a tale of horror the likes of which you've never seen. The harrowing tale of my recent summer vacation.

First, the back story. Every year my beloved wife and I visit the far away lands of the Outer Banks. We take the seven hour trip to one of the most beautiful secluded beaches in the lands, Carova Beach. Now Carova beach is a truly mystical land. The likes of which the normal beach trash is unable to partake in.

You see in order to reach our summer keep, you must take a perilous 45 minute journey onto the pristine beaches. There are no roads. No help. No escape.

My beloved wife and I had a brief lay over in Newport News, Virginia to meet up with her half brother and his girlfriend. What was supposed to be a brief stop quickly turned into a day long delay.

It is amazing how quickly the mind turns upon it's master as the minutes drag into hours. Boredom permeated my very being. As hours seemed to turn into days, we finally received news that our expedition would be setting out soon. As we gathered our things, two strangers appeared at the house.

Brigands? Malcontents? Not so my friends. Something much worse. The mid 40's something friends of my beloved wife's brother. Chris and Leann arrived and I was instantly on guard.

Chris's southern twang and naturally red neck already fraying my withered nerves, I learned that I would be riding with him and Gregory, my wife's brother. I did not relish this news as it was 99 degrees and we would be taking the Wrangler with no doors or air conditioning. Anger began to build before we had set foot outside of the house.

Leann was worse than the loudest tavern braggart. Now my friends I am no well traveled man. I am perfectly content to keep to my own world. But for life of me I could not understand the prestige of this so called "project manager." What kind of projects require their very own managers? After her repeated claims of being a "project manager" I had finally had my fill and left to begin loading the vehicles.

A half hour later we hit the road and managed to arrive at our destination sometime before dawn, much to my surprise.

As my beloved and I are trying to conceive we were given the spacious lower suite while the rest of our intrepid band would be staying in the upstairs suites. As soon as we entered I noticed something wrong. The air was stagnant and humid.

My friends, one of the air conditioners had burned out. As a result our cozy suite turned into an impromptu sauna. Being the industrious folk that we are, my beloved wife and I simply turned on one of the other units and shut all the doors to cool the suite down. I remembered that there was a large box fan somewhere in the house and decided to track it down later in the eve. This would lead to my downfall.

After dinner, the drinks flowed freely, as did the conversation. Slowly but surely our merry band began to succumb to the wonders of adult beverages. Seeing as my beloved wife and I had been up for almost twelve hours, we decided to turn in.

So began our troubles.

After several hours the lone air conditioning unit struggled to create even a breeze. Try as we may, my beloved wife and I were unable to fall asleep. A quick glance up at the clock confirmed my fears. We had laid here for almost fifteen minutes without sleep taking us.

So I rolled out of bed and proceeded up the outside stairs. Halfway up I heard strange noises. Sadly I thought nothing of them as I heard the fan whirring away in the background.

Strange. The lights on the deck were off. Why are Gregory and his friends reenacting scenes from the Human Centipede? Fear and recognition struck me at the same time.

Naked, withered, writhing bodies were strewn about the deck. Articles of clothing were cast upon the ground. As I stood there in shock, Gregory noticed my presence, looked up and grinned while winking at me.

My friends I did not stick around long enough to figure out if this was an invitation or not. I promptly turned tail and ran away like a whipped pup. As I recounted my harrowing journey to my beloved wife, I could see the disbelief in her eyes. Her voice returning to the same question.

"So you didn't get the fan?"

In my terror I had forgotten that which was most important. Steeling my resolve, I turned around and began the long trek back up to the defiled deck. Halfway up I paused. No sounds greeted me except the familiar sound of the fan. As I turned the corner I was greeted by the site of the so called "project manager" getting familiar with Chris the red of neck's crotch.

Standing like a deer in the headlights, both Leann and Chris turned and faced me. Leann leered at me as I quickly skirted past them and nearly ripped the fan from the wall. Making a hasty retreat, I heard Leann call me by name asking if I wanted to join in. As I turned she was using her small sausage like fingers to work the turkey neck that she called a pussy.

I politely declined as my eyes were now befouled by sights that I could not unsee. Scurrying back to our suite I plugged the fan in and promptly rocked myself to sleep. Until my wife realized she had left her only pack up cigarettes upstairs. Back up the stairs of shame I went. Reaching the deck I was thrilled to see that nobody was there to greet me.

Quiet as a church mouse I proceeded into the house. Gazing through the dimly lit room I spotted my beloved wife's cigarettes and made my move. A voice called out.

"What do you need?"

Apparently Gregory had heard my approach and came out to investigate. As he moved into the light I realized that Gregory was at high noon and rapidly moving closer.

Averting my eyes I quickly grabbed the cigarettes and moved toward the door. Turning around Gregory stood in front of me. In all his "glory." I spoke no words, quickly sidestepped him, and retreated. The next morning it was as if nothing had happened.


I got nothing on this one. It was without a doubt the most awkward moment of my entire life. I cannot fully articulate how uncomfortable I was.

[Headspace]

This was surprisingly easy to masturbate to

[Tekki]

her small sausage like fingers to work the turkey neck that she called a pussy.

best line is best
horrible story is horrible

This was surprisingly easy to masturbate to

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...nnati-reds.jpg

[Brill Weave]

horrible story is horrible

Tell me about it.

[solanis]

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f3...an-beings1.jpg

[Xno Kappa]

tl;dr?

[pogejr]

tl;dr?

Witnessed an orgy but was too pussy to join in

[BaneTheBrawler]

Wow.

[Brill Weave]

Witnessed an orgy but was too pussy to join in

This wasn't a pornstar orgy. This was older, out of shape, white folk orgy.

[Kais]

This wasn't a pornstar orgy. This was older, out of shape, white folk orgy.

[Kuwait-cafe]

will read again!

[Milkster]

So you freaked out at people having sex? I wasted my life with this one.

[Apelila]

Yeah I'm confused, but then again peopl having sex in my prescence only bother me if they are

A: The akira blob already posted
B: I can smell a person involve and I am not.

[JigglyJam]

that was disturbing

your wife was not phased at all and made you go through that just for a fan and cigs?

[Tyche]

This was surprisingly easy to masturbate to

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

No air, a swam of middle aged bodies flailing around, and the stench of sex...I would have made my wife go get her own Ciggs.

[Day]

Stopped when you had issue with southern twang. Fuck you nigga.

[Salodin]

Orgy? Wasn't it just the half brother and his gf?

[Tyche]

Orgy? Wasn't it just the half brother and his gf?

and

The mid 40's something friends of my beloved wife's brother. Chris and Leann arrived and I was instantly on guard.

[Milkster]

Four isn't an orgy, that's a foursome. Five or more is an orgy.
Still shutting down completely at the sight of people having sex? Seems marriage makes people prude.

[Firedemon]

lmfao