5 comments/ 99916 views/ 13 favorites A Family That Plays Ch. 01 By: Taboo_Jones Jamie was eating. For the first time in three days he was eating, and it wasn't scraps he'd find in a dumpster somewhere, but real food. An honest to goodness home cooked dinner. At a dining table, no less, surrounded by a pleasant looking family of rich white folks that called themselves the Nobles. Don, the kind man that brought Jamie into his luxurious home—rescued him from a bitter and freak blizzard just two hours ago—sat at the head of the table with his elbows propped and hands clasped together under his chin, smiling. Jamie could feel the man's kind eyes on him, but he was more concerned with attacking the unbelievably delicious yams on his plate. He realized that this all could have been some sort of dream, or that he had died in that blizzard and gone to heaven, so he saw fit to revel in the bliss while it lasted. It's not every day a homeless eighteen year old black kid found himself in a situation like this, after all. "When was the last time you had a meal, hun?" Olivia, Don's wife, asked while primly cutting through a juicy chicken breast with her knife and fork. She always took very small bites, and seemed to savor every morsel she so elegantly carried past her lips. Jamie vaguely remembered tasting the gorgeous meal Olivia had prepared. He'd been too concerned with getting the food down his esophagus and into his belly. Jamie stabbed his last yam and stuffed it into his mouth, barely chewing it before swallowing it hard down his throat. The young man sitting across from him—who had introduced himself earlier as Ryan, Don and Olivia's eldest child—snickered, as did his eighteen year old sister Nina, a spitting image of her beautiful mother, sitting beside him. "S-Sorry..." Jamie said. "Don't be!" Olivia solaced. "Ryan, Nina, don't be so darn rude!" "Sorry, ma," Ryan said with a bit of laughter in his voice still, "but he was really going at it!" "Yeah, seriously!" Nina agreed, nodding. "Well, looks like ol' Jamie here just worked himself up an appetite runnin' in that blizzard is all," Don said through lips that never seemed to stop smiling. Jamie had told himself that there wasn't that much happiness in the world to be smiling like that, but contrary to a lot of people he'd dealt with in the past, Don's friendliness, as well as his family's, seemed really genuine. That, or they were impeccable liars. "Found him face down in two feet ah snow," Don continued, "completely unconscious." Ryan and Nina murmured their surprise, and Olivia's face looked stricken. "My God! Why were you running out there like that, dear?" Olivia asked. Jamie looked to Olivia, and then back down to his plate. He found it difficult to look at her for too long. She was just so... gorgeous. Sure, he'd seen plenty of beautiful women in his life, but none of them appeared to match Olivia. Her long and lustrous red hair seemed to catch fire when the light hit it just right, and it framed her pale, heart-shaped face to perfection. Her big green eyes apparently possessed heat vision, for looking into them for too long induced melting. Her lips were full, glistening delectably with some sort of lip gloss. She was also stacked like a brick house, slim but remarkably shapely. Olivia could make a Coke bottle envious. Nina was gorgeous as well, but she couldn't quite match her mother. She had inherited her mother's best features, from her ample breasts and hips sand thighs, to her gorgeous hair (though Nina's red hair appeared to have come in a bottle) and soul-capturing eyes. But there was something about Olivia... Something that Jamie couldn't put his finger on. "I, uh..." Jamie started, trying to pull his thoughts together, "well, like I had told Mr. Noble when I came to..." "Please, call me Don." Don's smile grew wider, which should have been impossible. "Um... ah, Don," Jamie corrected himself, feeling a bit thrown off by calling the man by his first name. Sure, Don had insisted, but it still made Jamie feel awkward. "You were saying, dear?" said Olivia. "Uh, yeah, well," Jamie continued, "I was running to the shelter... I'd lost track of time reading at the library and was rushing to get there before they closed their doors for the night." "Oh, you like to read?" Don's question surprised Jamie. Not so much the question, but how he asked it. It had been void of the condescension he'd grown accustomed to whenever he'd told folks that he actually read books, because apparently street kids are too preoccupied with running drugs and turning Tricks. Tally another point for Don Noble. "Yeah... I love books." "That's fantastic," Don said, "Ryan here has a large collection of novels that I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing." "What's mine is yours, dude," Ryan said, shoveling the last bit of his mashed potatoes into his mouth. He raked his fingers through his short, chestnut brown hair, then extended his hand to Jamie for a fist bump. "Wait... are you saying I can stay here?" Jamie asked. The look on his face appeared to amuse Don and Olivia, and they snickered a bit. "For as long as you like, hun." Olivia, finished with her meal, started to rise and collect dishes until Nina beat her to the punch. "I... I ca—" "Can stay for as long as you like, son," Don interrupted Jamie, smiling that unwavering smile of his. Jamie just sat there for a minute, mulling over his new situation in his head. Were these folks serious? Did they really plan on allowing him, a homeless street kid, to stay in their home? To live in their home? He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and then snapped them back open. No... he wasn't dreaming, after all. "Dude, ya gonna leave me hangin'?" Ryan said light-heartedly, his fist still hanging in the air. "Oh!" Jamie caught himself, and happily bumped fists with his new... brother? The Nobles laughed a bit, and Jamie joined them. It was the first time he'd laughed in a long time. It almost made his chest hurt. "Awesome, welcome to the family, man." Ryan nodded and sat back in his dining chair with a smile that matched his father's. "Can I, uh... take a shower?" Jamie asked earnestly. Olivia's perfect mouth stretched into a big smile and nodded. "Of course, dear, for as long as you like. I'll have Ryan pick out something of his for you to sleep in." Jamie smiled, and a foreign feeling blossomed in his chest... warmth. He could get used to this. ● ● ● ● ● It was quiet. Not homeless shelter quiet, either, but a safe, suburban home kind of quiet that he had only seen on television or heard from fellow homeless folks. No sirens. No cars. No people. Just the sound of the blizzard outside, raging in the freezing December night. In the darkness of what used to be the Nobles' guest room ("This room belongs to you, now," Don had told him), Jamie lie awake in an actual bed, wearing clean, fabric softened clothing, wrapped up in the coziest blanket his skin had ever had the privilege to touch. A part of him felt a little bothered by the quietness of a family home, but a bigger part of him really didn't give a damn. He was warm, and in an actual bed. He even had his own private bathroom for chrissake! He could really get used to this. In his impossibly comfortable bed, it didn't take long for sleep to take him, but he'd awakened just four hours later (an astonishing new record for the street kid), his bladder screaming for sweet release. Hastily and quietly, he slipped out of bed and into his bathroom. Taking care of business, he stepped back into his bedroom and began to climb back into bed when... A faint moaning sound pervaded the stillness of the night. "Is... is someone watching a porno?" Jamie quietly asked the empty darkness of his bedroom. He started to write it off as such, but curiosity had gotten the better of him, and on silent bare feet he slipped out of his bedroom followed the soft mewling sounds, his ears leading him down the dark corridor, towards Nina's bedroom. As he drew closer, the moans grew louder, and Jamie thought he could hear at least two other people whispering. Curiouser and curiouser... Light spilled through a small crack in the door, which was plenty space, Jamie thought, for him to spy through. Bringing himself to his knees, he peered through, and saw nothing at first, but then spotted a large mirror sitting atop a long dresser. He squinted, focusing on the glass, and caught the reflection of... My God... Jamie thought as his eyes witnessed the scene playing out before him. Atop her queen-sized bed, Nina lie naked on her back, succulent thighs spread, with her gorgeous breasts softly jouncing as she writhed in pleasure. Betwixt those creamy thighs had been none other than her mother Olivia! Jamie watched the gorgeous, fiery haired woman nestle her tongue in her daughter's hairless folds, lapping her tongue like a starving pup. Olivia looked even better in the buff... She was on her knees with her magnificently plump behind hanging in the air, exposing her mouth-wateringly bare pussy. He couldn't get a good look at her breasts due to the angle, but he could tell that they were larger than he'd imagined. Standing beside the bed in all his naked, well-toned glory, was Don, running his fingers through his daughter's hair with one hand and slowly stroking his cock with the other. He was shaven as well, waxed perhaps. He shushed his mewling daughter, smiling that heart-warming smile of his. He whispered something, but it was too low for Jamie to hear. But whatever he'd said made Nina look up to him, her face twisted with pleasure, and nod furiously. Olivia dragged her tongue from Nina's pussy to the top of her pelvis before looking up and whispering something herself. She never stopped pleasing her daughter, though. She'd slipped her middle and index finger into her pussy, and began pumping them in and out of her hole, to which Nina's slender frame responded accordingly, squirming against her parents' touch. Is this... is this real? Jamie thought. Is this really happening? These people were family! How could they do such nasty, raunchy, and debased things to one another? Had they no shame? Just what in the hell were they thinking? But perhaps the biggest question of all was why did all of this turn him on so much? Without thinking he had been stroking himself through the grey sweat pants that Ryan had given him, his heart skipping a beat every time he witnessed Nina looking up to show her mother the sheer ecstasy on her face. He had never been so turned on by something so utterly wrong. Olivia brought her mouth back down onto Nina's pussy, suckling softly at her daughter's throbbing clit. Nina's body thrashed beneath her mother's mouth, pleasure curving her elegant spine into a severe arch. Don played opportunist and lowered himself to suck upon Nina's right breast, while his wife continued to work their daughter's cunt. Nina covered her mouth with both hands, her hips bucking against Olivia's mouth as a climax seemed to barrel through her. Wow... Jamie said in his thoughts. Before Nina's spine collapsed back against the mattress, Don was grunting, shooting his seed all over his daughter's ample breasts and tummy. Determined not to miss out on the fun, Olivia rose and began to lick up her husbands jism from Nina's skin, each lick sending a jolt of pleasure through the young woman's entire body. It was magnificent. But it was wrong... Animals, Jamie, thought. Dirty, filthy animals. But he was enjoying every minute of their nastiness, savoring each delectable moment of wrongness they displayed. "No..." He said to himself, almost inaudibly. He carefully rose and took several silent steps backward, shaking his head. "This is wrong... I can't... I can't be here." He turned and tip-toed back into his bedroom, and quickly climbed back into his bed. He would leave here in the morning, he decided. It seemed like a good deal at first, but... You enjoyed watching them, though... A voice echoed in his thoughts. He pulled his—no, the Nobles'—warm blanket over his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He'd sort it all out in the morning. A Family That Plays Ch. 02 Jamie awoke to a scent that hadn't penetrated his senses for so long that it was almost foreign: bacon. Bacon, and... pancakes? Christ, it had been so long since he'd even tasted anything remotely close to bacon and pancakes. He pulled his blanket over his head, but the smell of a home cooked breakfast lingered in his nose, in his mind. No, he told himself. He had to be strong, resilient. He had to gather what little possessions he had and get the hell out of the Noble household. Right after he got himself some breakfast. Sighing, he pulled the covers away and sat up. Rubbing his eyes, he averted a stuporous gaze to the alarm clock sitting atop the cherry wood bedside table. 8:30 A.M., the clock read. Huh, Jamie had gotten himself a good night's rest, something he couldn't remember ever experiencing before, even when he had a place to call home. A warm bed and a full stomach will do that, he figured. Too bad he had to leave it all behind... Images of Don and Olivia and Nina flashed in his mind, imprints of mother and daughter doing things... nasty, despicable things. He could see Don's shoot lacerated streaks of white cum against his daughter's creamy skin. He could see Olivia, gorgeous Olivia, drag her long tongue along Nina's supple, wanting flesh. So wrong... So hot, a foreign voice noted in his mind. Jamie shook his head, as if to didder away the impure thoughts that had invaded his mind. Jamie decided to drown his grogginess, along with his thoughts, with a hot shower before bothering to head downstairs to satiate his desire for a real breakfast. He brushed his teeth with a brand new toothbrush someone had left on the bathroom counter for him labeled "JAMIE!" (Nina, he'd guessed). Afterward he slipped back into the tee shirt and sweatpants Ryan had given him, and stepped his clean, white-socked feet into his old, worn out sneakers. All set. His big brown eyes observed the bedroom, the bedroom that he could have called his own. It was well furnished, but lacked personality—a soul. It was a guest room, after all. It could have been Jamie's, he could have made this room his own. He could have become a Noble. Too bad. Too fucking bad. He shook his head, and exited the room, flipping the light-switch off as he left. Through the living room and into the kitchen, he found Ryan sitting alone at the breakfast table, digging into a plate of bacon, pancakes, and eggs. Across from him was a steaming plate of the same thing, untouched—Jamie's plate. Strangely, the rest of the family was nowhere to be found. "Probably out being...nasty," Jamie thought aloud. "Say somethin', bro?" Ryan garbled, his cheeks full of food. "Oh, no..." Jamie lied. Ryan managed to swallow a bit of the food he'd stuffed into his face. "Sit down, have some breakfast, dude!" "Sure! Uh... where's the rest of the family?" Jamie slid in the chair across from Ryan and snagged the bottle of maple syrup from the center of the table, drowning his pancakes. "Ah, well, dad left for work a couple of hours ago, and Nina's spending her first day of Christmas break at her friend's house." Ryan lifted a strip of bacon with his hand and devoured it before continuing, "Mom had to make a quick run to the store while you were in the shower." "Oh..." Jamie swallowed a bit of pancake, and just stared at his food, trying to muster up the courage to tell Ryan what was on his mind. Ryan looked up from his plate, fixing a quizzical gaze upon Jamie's awkward expression. "Somethin' botherin' you, dude?" "Ryan," Jamie said, sighing, "I have to tell you something..." One of Ryan's brows shot up, and he gently lay his fork on his plate. "What's on your mind?" God, he's just like his dad... Jamie, thought, and suddenly felt uneasy about telling him about the things he'd seen last night. But the young man steeled his resolve, took a deep breath, and decided to just come out with it. "I saw your parents...and Nina, last night...doing... Wait, what is it?" Jamie was thrown off completely by Ryan's smile, and even more so once he'd begun snickering. "So, you saw them playing together, huh?" Ryan said. There wasn't a tinge of surprise or anger or...anything in his voice. He was so casual about it. Too casual. Jamie stopped eating, scooting back in his chair a bit. "You mean... you know what they do?" "Of course I do," Ryan said, lifting his fork and getting back to his breakfast. "I would have joined in the festivities last night, but I was dead tired from... heh, well, that's not important." "D-Disgusting!" Jamie exclaimed as he shot to his feet. The backs of his knees pushed his chair back a foot or so against the smooth, tiled floor. Ryan didn't so much as look up, or stop eating for that matter. "Dude," he said through a mouthful of pancakes, "calm down. It's not that serious—" "Not that serious? Not that serious?! Your family is a bunch of disgusting white people that screw each other like...like animals!" Jamie's heart pounded, and his ire burned even more at Ryan's aloofness, as if Jamie had been upset at him for riding a bike or shaking hands with someone. Why was he so reserved? "OK," Ryan said after finishing the last bit of his food, "how long did you watch?" "What?" "How long did you watch them? My parents and Nina." "Uh... I..." "Did you reel in disgust and immediately run back to your room? Or did you sit and watch them play with each other 'till they finished?" "I... I...saw—" "Until they finished, right?" Jamie looked away, and gave an apprehensive nod. Shame, roiling and acidic, began to swell within him. He watched them, alright. He even... "Got hard, too, I bet," Ryan added, his expression hardening a bit, but he looked more sympathetic than anything. "It didn't even occur to you just how disgusting it was until they finished." Jamie said not a word, but his silence spoke volumes. Ryan's smile returned. "Yeah... I had the same reaction. It's not a very pleasant feeling, let me tell you." Huh? Just what exactly did he mean just then? Jamie opened his mouth to press the issue, but Ryan interrupted him. "I'll tell you some other time, kiddo," Ryan stood, collected his plate, and made for the kitchen sink. "But...but this is wrong, Ryan," Jamie said as Ryan rinsed his plate of maple syrup and stashed it in the dish washer. "You know this. Ryan lifted the dish washer door shut. He then turned with a smile—his father's friendly, heart warming smile—and said, "Of course it is, man. Why the hell do you think we do it?" "Look, dude," Ryan continued, "I don't expect you, or anyone else for that matter, to approve of what my family does with each other, so if you wish to leave my folks would understand, trust me." "I... I mean, it's not like your family isn't really nice, Ryan," Jamie started, "really, but—" "You don't have to explain yourself, man," Ryan said, laughing. "Tell ya what, though. Stay here a little while, at least until this weather lets up a bit, and I'll ask my folks to behave, alright? It's cold as fuck out there, dude. I would feel like a jackass knowing you were out there alone, especially 'round the holidays." The older boy approached Jamie and rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Cool?" Ryan asked. Jamie contemplated the idea. This was the worst time of year to be homeless. There was barely a place to get warm, and the shelters kept their doors closed 'till night fell. The streets wouldn't provide him with home cooked meals and a warm bed, clean clothes, and a peace of mind. He wanted that—needed that, even if it was just temporary. "Cool," Jamie agreed, finally. Ryan beamed and patted Jamie's shoulder. "Good deal, man." Jamie watched him leave, heard his feet carry him up the stairs and into his bedroom, and was left standing in the kitchen, feeling a myriad of emotions, the more prominent one being confusion, festering in his chest like a virus. God... what had he gotten himself into? How would he survive in this house knowing what the terrible (titilating), abominable (arousing) things the Nobles did, and very well may continue to do? How long would it take for his own body to betray him? ● ● ● ● ● ● Jamie had spent the rest of the day interacting with the Nobles as little as possible. Don and Olivia had made several futile attempts to find out more about him, attempts that only resulted in half-answers and awkward silences. Ryan had offered him a couple of books, and he kindly accepted them, but didn't bother cracking a single one open. He opted to lie in his comfy temporary bed, and stare up into the ceiling. Before he knew it, sleep had taken him, and when he reawakened it was dark outside. Eyes shifted toward the alarm clock; it was 1:07 A.M. Six hours. Another record. He'd missed dinner, apparently, and his stomach was chastising him for it. Hunger suggested he go downstairs and raid the fridge for a bite to eat, but his Sense told him to stay in bed and deal with it like he used to. Besides, this wasn't his house. He had no right to go raiding their fridge. Jamie's stomach whined, and he frowned. OK, maybe just this once. His traverse to the kitchen downstairs was a clandestine one, or at least it would have been if he hadn't heard someone talking in the living room. Several people, actually, talking in muted, sober tones. Jamie moved silently in the darkness, easing down the stairs just enough to where he could get a good view of the living room. In the large, lavishly furnished living room lit only by the 70-or-so-inch HDTV, sat the Nobles. Don and Olivia sat comfortably on the sofa, with Nina in-between them, her slender frame inclined against her father. Ryan sat back in a large armchair that seemed to almost swallow him. Don and Ryan were topless, wearing only pajama trousers. Nina sported a pink tee shirt that wasn't nearly big enough to hide the fact that she wore no panties. A black nighty donned the flame-haired Olivia, and did very little to conceal the curves of her ample breasts and hips. The family appeared to be just talking, and Jamie had to concentrate to hear them above the TV's volume. "It's a shame that he caught us," Don said, sounding a bit dispirited. "Yeah," Ryan said, "he's really confused about it, I think. He had the same reaction I did three years ago." "Do you think he'll be alright?" Olivia asked in a worried voice. "I'm sure he'll be fine," Ryan assured his mother. "I would have enjoyed having a big, black...um, brother," Nina said, and bit down on her lower lip. Jamie swallowed hard at that remark, heat rushing to his cheeks. "No kidding," Ryan said with a smile. "But I think we should just...lay off each other, 'till he's ready to move on." "Or comes around..." Olivia said sinisterly. Her perfect mouth curved up into a devilish grin that got Jamie's heart pounding, and made his pants a little tighter. "Heh, well, how about we play one last time, then?" Don suggested as he caressed Nina's thigh, her body starting at his touch. Jamie couldn't help but be amazed at the affects the Nobles had on one another. He hadn't seen that kind of chemistry between a happily married couple. "Only if you promise to be quieter than you were last night. Don't want to wake up Jamie again, now do we?" With that, Ryan slipped from his seat, and onto his hands and knees, crawling toward his sister. She parted her thighs, primly lifting the hem of her tee shirt. A gasp escaped her as Ryan's mouth pressed against her sex. Jamie watched Ryan's tongue slither past his lips and nestle betwixt his sister's moistening folds, licking slowly, steadily. As big brother feasted, both parents lifted their daughter's shirt over her head and flung it elsewhere. Olivia cupped Nina's right breast, flicking the tip of her long tongue against her daughter's nipple. Don followed suit, though he preferred suckling to licking. Nina whined sweet little sounds, squirming beneath her family's attention, Why am I watching this? Jamie thought. The better part of him proposed he take his leave, right then and there. He had almost rose to do just that, but carnal fascination had cemented him to that staircase. Not to mention he was hard, rock hard. He could feel the head of his cock, moist with warm, sticky pre-cum, shift wetly against his thigh whenever he moved. Disgusting, he told himself. But the tone in which the voice in his mind spoke did not quite match the meaning of the word. It appeared to be enjoying this. Jamie was enjoying this. Don parted his mouth from Nina's breast, and sat up, his knee digging into the sofa cushions. He pulled his girthsome cock through the slit of his pajamas, wagging its tip in his daughter's pleasure-stricken face. Nina gladly—hungrily—took it into her mouth, damn-near to the hilt, and stared up into her smiling daddy's eyes. Ryan's head rose, and latched his mouth onto his sister's neglected breast. His middle and ring fingers entered her, pumping in and out of her, hard and fast. Nina moaned around her father's shaft, breathing raggedly through her nose. Olivia gave her daughter's breast one good suck before peeling away with a hollow pop. She sat back and draped her stunning leg across Nina's lap, motioning Ryan over with an index finger, a sultry curve in her smile. "Come here and lick your mommy's pussy," she said, and lifted her gown to expose her glistening cunt, plump and bare, glittering magnificently in the dull-lit living room. It was gorgeous. Not a flinch in his movement, Ryan re-situated himself so that he could polish his mother's beautiful pussy, while using his right hand to finger fuck his cock-sucking little sister. Olivia pursed her lips, flinging her head back as her son went to work on her pussy, and Jamie found himself wishing that was him down there pleasing Olivia... "I think you should join him," Don suggested to Nina, whisking a few strands of crimson-dyed hair from her pretty face. He reeled his hips a bit, his cock popping out of his daughter's gorgeous mouth. Nina said nothing, only smiled and nodded. She slipped her brother's working fingers from her pussy, and sucked her juices from his fingers before slipping onto the carpeted floor beside him. Ryan shifted over a bit, giving his sister ample room to join in him his feast. And the two went at it. Ryan positioned himself a little higher so that he could work on his mother's clit, while Nina's tongue prodded at her hole. Olivia gnawed at her bottom lip, shaking her head furiously, the pleasure overwhelming her. She tried to wriggle free, but Ryan held her down, keeping her in place. Don leaned over to kiss his wife deeply, fondling her creamy breasts through her gown. "...God, yes," Jamie whispered to himself, "yes, make her cum!" Jamie had his hand stuffed in his pants, jerking his aching cock to the scene playing out before him. He yearned for more nastiness, more debauchery. Before long, the husband and wife broke their kiss, and the two exchanged silent I love you's. Don then moved away from the couch, and positioned himself behind his daughter. Jamie's heart pounded, his pulse thundering in his ears. Was Don going to do what he thought...? Like a male dog in heat, Don mounted his daughter, guiding his cock into her sopping cunt, driving into her with a hard, quick thrust caused Nina to moan against her mother's pussy. As her father began drilling into her, Nina reached under her and began playing with her clit, rubbing the throbbing nub in quick, hard circles. "Mm, fuck her... fuck your slutty little girl, baby," Olivia cheered in a quiet voice. She had pulled her large, pendulous breasts over her gown's neckline, pressing them together, and writhing her hips against her children's mouths. "Daddy's so deep in my pussy, mommy," Nina said in a small voice. Jamie wasn't sure if it was what she said, or how she said it, but the remark almost made him blow his wad right then and there. Apparently, it had the same affect on Don, who had quickly pulled out of his little girl's cunt to slap the underside of his cock against her asshole. "Oh, God, I need you to fuck me, Ryan... please, fuck your mother," Olivia begged, running her fingers through Ryan's hair. Ryan rose with a smile, and sat himself on the couch beside his mother. His cock, too, protruded through the slit of his pajama pants, twitching in anticipation. Olivia, still facing her daughter and husband, moved to straddle her son, sitting herself on his fat cock, letting out quiet 'wooing' sounds as her son's shaft invaded her walls. Nina inched toward them, wrapping her lips around her big brother's testicles, sucking them into her mouth. "Fuck," Jamie heard Ryan say. Don had slipped himself back into his daughter's hole, pounding into her good and hard. Jamie got a good look at the girl's tits swaying heavily with each thrust her father made. Olivia, looking overwhelmed with pleasure, bounced on Ryan's dick, one hand rubbing at her clit, while the other fondled her breasts. Ryan kept his hands at his mother's sides, moving his hips ever-so-slightly upward as his mother's pussy walls came crashing back down around his shaft. The living room was a symphony of lust, from nasty, soft-spoken murmurs, to the sounds of moist flesh meeting one another that Jamie found both abominable, and beautiful. Jamie's cock throbbed in his hands, throbbed to the point it literally ached. It cried for the attention Don and Ryan's cocks were getting, demanded it. And the sensation heightened with every moan, with every slap on the ass, with every dirty little thing uttered. "Ready to eat some cum, ladies?" Ryan said after a while. "Oh, I'm ready to cum, too," Don said, his expression smug. Olivia quickly dismounted her son, and fell to her knees beside Nina, who had been on her knees as well, shifting excitedly. Father and son stood along side one another, jerking their cocks before eager mouths. Ryan shot off first, and Don soon afterward. Cum splattered beautifully on the women's faces, and Jamie lost it, unable to hold back any longer. His eyes squeezed shut, his hips moving in quick, spastic motions as an orgasm tore through him, ruining his perfectly good sweat pants. It took a good deal of effort, but he managed to be quiet about it, covering his mouth with his free hand. Calming down, his eyes returned to the living room, where he found Olivia and Nina's mouths engaged in a hungry kiss, while Ryan and Don milked what was left in their cocks onto their faces. "I don't know how we'll hold off," Don said laughingly between breaths, "especially with these gorgeous sluts." "Heh, I hear you..." Ryan agreed, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I'll be making some extra trips to Nana's house, I think." "Oooh, greedy boy." Olivia said, licking up cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth. "Think we woke up, Jamie?" Nina asked? "I don't think so," Don said, "but I'll check up on him in a bit." Jamie's heart started, and with silent swiftness he leapt to his feet and scurried back into his bedroom. He didn't bother closing the door all the way, he was frightened he would alert the others. Instead, he dove right into bed and buried himself in the covers, his pants soaked with cum, sticking uncomfortably to his skin. "I'm just as insane as they are," Jamie whispered to himself, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm just as dirty and filthy..." You'd fit in quite nicely, chimed that bothersome voice of his. Don eventually peeked his head inside the room, for what seemed like an eternity, before leaving again, and Jamie let out a hard breath. He pulled the covers over his head, and slid out of the sweat pants and boxers he'd ruined. He'd have to find some way to get those cleaned... "I'm a mess..." A Family That Plays Ch. 03 Jamie stood topless before his bathroom mirror, observing himself, his imperfections. His hand rose, fingertips gently smoothing along the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. They appeared to be vanishing—slowly, but surely—since had gotten himself reacquainted with an old friend named Sleep. He traced the blemishes on his once smooth mocha-brown skin. He had read once that it was the result of a poor diet, but when you lived on the streets it couldn't be helped. Beggars can't afford a good diet, after all. With the way Olivia cooked, however, he was certain his skin would clear right up again. That is until he was back on the streets again, searching the ground for loose change, and hunting for scraps through garbage. It doesn't have to be that way, a voice within him reasoned. "But, I can't stay here," he replied to himself, quietly. Why not? the voice asked, Because of their lifestyle? "It's wrong...plain and simple." Hypocrite... "Jamie?" Jamie started at the foreign voice, his heart damn-near leaping out of his chest. He opened the bathroom door to find Ryan standing outside, with bewilderment enveloping his chiseled face. Jamie let out a hard sigh, shaking his head. "Y-You scared me," Jamie said. "Ha, sorry about that, man," Ryan said, folding his arms. "Were you talking to yourself in there?" Jamie blushed. "Uh...yeah. Sorry." "Dude, you apologize too much. There's nothing wrong with talking to yourself from time to time." Ryan turned and started to make for the door. "I just came up to tell you that breakfast is hot and ready." Jamie looked down a moment, and then a thought came to him, a thought that had been bothering him since yesterday morning. "Hey, Ryan?" Ryan paused at the door, turning. "What's up, bro?" "Uh...about what you said yesterday...about you having the same experience as me. What did you mean?" "Hm." Ryan's eyes cast downward, his jaw working. He looked contemplative, as if he were trying to determine whether he wanted to stay and humor Jamie's question or get back downstairs to his breakfast. "Well..." Ryan said. Closing the door, he approached Jamie's bed and plopped down on the edge of it. For several long moments he sat there in silence, his expression pensive, 'till finally he said, "Well, it sorta goes like this..." ● ● ● ● ● ● It was about two years ago when I was a freshman in college. All of my Friday classes were canceled, which meant that I could take my ass home early and enjoy myself a three day weekend. I had a friend drop me off at the house 'round noon, and I spotted a black Mercedes sitting pristinely behind my dad's giant pick-up truck in our driveway. Nana's Mercedes. It wasn't abnormal for Nana—my mom's mom, by the way—to drop by from time to time, it was abnormal, however, for my dad to be home in the middle of the day. I rationalized that he could have been home sick or something, and thought nothing else of the matter. Everyone had their days, right? Anyway, since I hadn't seen my Nana in months, I thought I would surprise her by sneaking in through the back door and spring out on her and mom. The two would be chatting in the living room, more than likely. I'd get a good scare as well as a good laugh. Perfect plan. So, I run around back and sneak in through the patio door real quiet-like, entering the kitchen. I started to sneak my way toward the living room when something stopped me... Something different, hanging in the air like a thundercloud. It wasn't danger, or anything like that. No, I sensed that it was a whole 'nother kind of 'fucked up.' Stepping into the living room, I found no one. The TV was still on, blaring, too, but before I could grab the remote to turn it down, something caught my ear. Moaning. Heavy breathing. The subtle thrump of working bodies atop of a mattress. I heard the sounds of love making, and it was coming from upstairs. I was overcome with confusion. Just who in the hell was doing the love making? It couldn't have been my parents, right? Not with Nana here, after all. And if they were doing it with Nana here, just where in the hell was Nana? I had come to a conclusion of what was going on, but I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't. I had to investigate, I had to see for myself. I headed for the stairs. I climbed each step carefully, hitting all the spots I knew wouldn't betray my silence (you learn that sorta thing when you're a grounded teenager trying to sneak in and out of the house). The closer I get to the top, the louder the sounds become, and the faster my heart races. As I reach the top of the stairs, I hear my dad say the strangest thing: "Squeeze 'em...play with her tits!" With each passing moment, it seemed, my fear was shaping into reality. I started to turn around and carry myself back downstairs, but I knew that there was no way I could ignore this. If I left now, the thought of what might have been happening would haunt me for the rest of my life. So I trudged forth, wading through anxiety with curiosity as my guide, pulling me toward my parent's bedroom. Their door was wide open. The heavy drapes covering the bedroom's windows made the room surprisingly dark, but enough light filtered through them to give me a good view of the scenario once I peeked my head inside. Upon my parents bed was a tangled mess of naked flesh, writhing and moaning, enveloped in a kind of lust I had never seen before. I watched my dad's back muscles work as he thrust himself hard and deep into my mom, who lied spread eagle on her back, taking every bit of what my dad was giving her. And right above her face... My Nana... Let me tell you something, if you think my mom is hot, Nana is a completely different animal. 'Gracefully' just isn't a good enough word to describe how well that woman, at 55 years old, has aged. Her long silver hair falls just past her shoulders, silky and voluminous. She watched with sultry green eyes, her delighted, rose petal smile causing faint lines of age in her gorgeous face. She apparently didn't give my mother her rack, for Nana looked like she couldn't have been no bigger than a large B-cup, which was just fine with me. She did, however, bless my mother with that hourglass figure that I'm sure you've noticed. Sure, she had a bit of weight to her, but she filled out perfectly. Pleasantly plump, you might say. And I watched Nana, moving her hips as my mom, her daughter, licked up into her pussy while her husband pounded her own. "Oooh, he's pounding me so good, mama!" My mother whined against Nana's cunt. "I think you're gonna make her cum, Don," Nana said, leaning into my father, who'd lifted his head to greet her with a kiss, long and... I want to say 'passionate', but it wasn't that. It was something else entirely. Mom yelped as Nana's hand moved down to her pussy and rubbed her clit. Something told me to intervene on this... mess, but I was frozen. Stunned, perhaps, at the disgusting scene unfolding before my very eyes. And as I stood there, watching, my hormones started a fiery rebellion against my good sense, and I could feel my cock stiffening behind my jeans, straining against my boxers, aching for any kind of attention. "I want you to squirt," Nana said, breaking the kiss from my father, "I want you to squirt all over his big cock, and then I want him to fill your dirty cunt up with hot cum, you hear me?" "Mhm!" mom moaned against her mother's sex. She bucked her hips against my father's thrusts, muttering something against my Nana's folds that I couldn't quite make out, but I was pretty damn certain it was nasty. Whatever it was, it got dad's hips working even harder. His thrusts became shorter, faster, more fierce. The room was overflowing with nastiness, so much that it had infected me, invading my system with a plague that whittled away at my ethics, replacing it with pure lust. Soon, dad pulled away and leapt to unsteady feet. He jerked his cock before his mother...my Nana...shooting cum all over their face. She lapped up as much as she could, greedily taking his seed into her mouth, and after a while I could hear my mother whine about something. I didn't know what that something was until Nana removed her pussy from her face, and leaned down to kiss her daughter in an eager, lust-filled kiss. I cursed aloud, and the three momentarily froze. My Nana's eyes were the first to see me, and she wore a pained mask. My parents, breathing heavily covered themselves with their hands, and tried stammering out an explanation, but I bolted out of there before they could say anything. So much confusion, so much pain. I had no idea whether or not I was fucking disgusted with them—myself—or not. I was a fucking... mess. ● ● ● ● ● ● "A few days later I went into Nina's room to tell her what I saw," Ryan said with a disparaged look on his face, "but when I told her she seemed more upset that she'd been left out than anything else." Jamie winced, pulling Ryan's old shirt over his head. "You mean...you think she already knew what was going on?" "For a while, she'd told me." Ryan slowly rose to his feet, folding his well-toned arms across his chest. "Apparently, they'd fooling around since I started college." A long silence swelled between the two young men. Ryan's story had done an excellent job at getting Jamie aroused, and he prayed that Ryan didn't notice the bulge in his sweat pants. Funnily enough, Jamie noticed the bulge in Ryan's. "How, uh...how did you get over it? The confusion and... awkwardness, I mean?" Jamie asked, finally. "Heh, that's actually a story I can tell you sometime later," Ryan said, going for the door again. "Let's get some food in our stomachs for now, eh?" Jamie nodded, and followed Ryan out the bedroom and into the kitchen. Olivia playfully chastised the boys for taking so long to come down. She took the liberty of reheating their food in the microwave, but Jamie wouldn't have minded either way. Eggs and grits and waffles was good piping hot or cold as far as he was concerned. Jamie and Ryan talked about books while they ate, and Olivia busied herself tidying up the kitchen, chiming in every so often. Jamie learned during breakfast that Nina was still up in her room sleeping like a baby, and Don was out taking advantage of his day off by shopping for a tree for Christmas, which happened to be just a week or so away. When Ryan finished eating (first, per usual), he handed his mother his plate and left her with a kiss that lingered far too long to be chaste, taking himself back to his bedroom. Practically alone with Olivia, Jamie wasn't really sure of what to do with himself, so he simply ate in silence. It wasn't until Olivia finished loading up the dishwasher that anyone bothered to speak. "About what you saw the other night, Jamie..." Olivia said, with her back turned to him. Jamie froze, swallowing hard. He looked to her from the corners of his eyes, unsure of how to respond. "I'm sorry that you had to see that, but...I ask you not to judge us. Sex...is just the way my family expresses their love to one another." Olivia turned to him, her big green eyes staring and grievous. "Ever heard of hugging, lady?" is what Jamie started to say, but stopped himself. Could he really judge the Nobles for their deeds? Especially considering how watching them made him feel? Considering what he'd gone through so long ago? When he— "I know that it's wrong," Olivia said, snapping Jamie out of his thoughts, "but that's..." one of the reasons we do it, is what she wanted to say, Jamie could feel it. Hell, he even understood it to some degree. "You don't have to apologize to me, Mrs. Noble," Jamie said, finally. "I... I don't mind. It's fine, really. I just kind of freaked out, I guess." Jamie rose from the table, leaving his plate of half-eaten food. The awkwardness of the moment destroyed his appetite. "I'll... be up in the guest room." With that, Jamie turned away and did just that, leaving Olivia to her own devices. He felt like a jackass for doing it, but he felt that it couldn't be helped. He needed to be alone for a while, he needed to think about how he was going to deal with the situation he was in. A shower, he told himself, a hot shower should do the trick. Bathing was something Jamie promised himself that, should he ever find the opportunity, he would never take for granted ever again. So he bathed, and he bathed frequently. Olivia had warned him that showering so much would dry out his skin, but he didn't mind, or care for that matter. Besides, there were times when he felt like he couldn't get the stink of the streets off of him, so the more he showered, the better. He sighed blissfully as the warm water poured from the shower head, delighting in the way it flowed against his skin. If there was a heaven above, he was certain that this is was damn close. He just stood beneath the water for a good three minutes or so before he reached for the bath brush behind him. He almost had himself a heart attack when he felt someone wrap their tiny hand around his own. He turned, eyes snapping open. Nina. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" She said, pouting her lips. When the fuck did she...? How did she...? Suddenly, the questions didn't matter. Nina had his index finger in her mouth, and his knees almost gave out from under him. She sucked the finger deeper into her mouth, giving it the same treatment he'd seen her give her father's cock. "...God," Jamie murmured. Nina had drawn herself a bit closer, and wrapped her other hand around his shaft. He hardened in her palm, and she cooed pleasantly around his finger. He looked down at himself. Her hand was starkly pale against his mocha-brown skin, and for some strange reason the contrast intensified his arousal. If she had told him to 'jump' that very moment, he wouldn't have even asked 'how high,' he just would have jumped, as bloody high as he could. "Like that, big brother?" Nina asked, canting her head ever-so-slightly. "Want this little white girl to clean you up?" "I-I...I..." Words. Jamie wanted to say them, but his mouth refused to work. Nina stroked him, and his stomach tightened. No one had touched him that way since... Since... "I'll get you all nice and clean," she said, "nice and comfy." What was her game? Didn't Ryan tell the family to back off? Whatever the case, Jamie didn't find himself caring very much. The sheer ecstasy he was experiencing at getting touched had taken over him. Her grip on his shaft tightened. Jamie's hand clamored for something, anything, and his finger tips found solace in the shower curtain. "Nina..." he said, his mouth finally deciding to work, "Jesus, you're so...." Nina slowly knelt, still stroking him, and looked up to Jamie with a somewhat curious expression, as if to ask 'do you mind?' His cock answered her with a twitch, and the dripping girl unhesitatingly took him into her mouth. The feel of her hot, moist mouth around his shaft...it caused the fire in his belly to implode, and spread throughout his limbs. Nina sucked as the water poured over their bodies, breathed carefully through her pert nose, making delicious slurping sounds as her lips dragged back to the tip of his length. "Suck it..." He almost didn't realize that he was speaking it felt so good. He watched her take him into her mouth, almost to the hilt. He watched her beautiful, ripe tits move as her head bobbed, her hand working along his shaft as well. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy. He thought to hold back, but the notion escaped him as quickly as it came. The flood gates opened. Hips moved spasmodically, his orgasm coming full force. Nina didn't flinch, she stayed on him, letting him fill her mouth with his seed. She milked his shaft, swallowing every bit of it what he had to offer. The sensation heightened, the head of his cock growing extremely sensitive. But the girl didn't seem to care, she sucked him, hard, flicking her tongue against his urethra. Moments later, she pulled away with a pop and looked up, smiling. "Did little sister do good, Jamie?" she asked him in a small voice. He knew what she was trying to do, talking like that, and it was fucking working. Jamie nodded, wishing he could just collapse in the bath tub. Nina rose to her feet again, leaned up on her tippy-toes to plant a loving kiss on Jamie's lips. He could taste himself, and for some reason it didn't bother him in the least. When she broke the kiss, she gave him a look that turned his legs into spaghetti, and he became thoroughly convinced that the Nobles actually did have some sort of mystic sexual power. "Welcome to the family, Jamie." Nina elegantly pulled the shower curtain a way a bit, and just as elegantly stepped out and exited the bathroom. Jamie didn't know whether or not she had a towel waiting outside or...truth is, he didn't really give a damn. His mind was swimming in euphoria, and for the moment... That's all that mattered.