Coraline

*story note: this story is based on the world and concept of Coraline, provided but the characters are at least all 18. It's a wonderfully weird world, and there are so many fun options to explore. Authors, you are encouraged to add to the story, but please keep the ages above board!*

"This house sucks!" the moody teen screamed so shrilly that there was a chance glass could be breaking. The spindly girl was long of leg and short on breasts and hips. If not for her long hair usually kept in a pony tail and her almost trademark leggings and short skirts, she'd be easily mistaken for a boy from many angles, except for her celestially feminine face. She had just graduated high school and her parents moved her to the middle of nowhere, far from any friends or any hope of a job, or any hope of moving away.

"Find something to do, Coraline," came a heavy sigh from somewhere downstairs. It was probably half shouted so it would find Coraline's ears. It was the voice of her mother who was hard at work cleaning downstairs. They just moved in, but the house was in a sad state. They picked it up for a song, but it needed a LOT of work.

"I'll just play with my pussy until I can find something worthwhile to do," the dark-haired teen bitched. She didn't quite say it loud enough for her mother to hear, but there was a knock on her door that made her freeze in her tracks.

"Don't be vulgar, daughter dear," came a deep sing-songy voice.

"Sorry, Daddy," she said quickly. She was embarrassed and incredibly turned on over getting caught saying that, and more frequently those two feelings seem interlinked. The burning in her cheeks seemed to create a throbbing, needful, burning in her pussy that just ached to be explored...touched...licked...fucked...

"Sweetie, don't call me 'Daddy' after you just talked about playing with your pussy," the deep voice chided from the other side of the door. The burning on her cheeks intensified, as did that filthy need in her cunt and her clit started throbbing. "Look, if you're bored, go meet the neighbors. I know it's a weird neighborhood, but maybe you can make a friend."

"There's four houses, Dad," she made sure to emphasize the way she addressed her father.

"Well, then that's four neighbors that might be wanting to be introduced to the amazing young lady that just moved in next door. Mom and I will start working on the front yard so if you get in danger, just scream and we'll be there.

"Fuck. Fine," Coraline sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Language," Coraline's father reminded.

"Maybe it was a request," she said under her breath as she slid past her father who was polishing the handrail. She was tempted to slide down the massive piece of wood that was the handrail of the main staircase of the house; it was a round stair case that went up the three stories to Coraline's room and the creepy library as well as down into the creepy-as-fuck basement. She shot out of the house past her mom without blinking and was straight into the dreary landscape around her house. Four other victorian mansions were within a few hundred yards, and all of them looked just as creepy as Coraline's new home.