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The Other Child Ch. 01

By: FinalStand



*When you lose your family, do you ever find another?*

(Thanks to Steve150177 for the editing which I so desperately need)

(This tale uses racial stereotypes for the sake of the story; these are not things I hold to be true)

(This is not really an incest story as there is no blood relation and little familial bond) 

*

My Mother met my Dad their sophomore year in college. Mom was worldly; more a free-spirit than a hippy. My Dad was a super geek. Mom was the first woman he ever slept with and the only woman he ever slept with until he remarried my Stepmom many years later. Neither parent denied that they made a plan for their future after graduation. Mom got pregnant but persevered to finish her Botany degree. They got married. Dad went into Genetics and started blazing a trail which became the source of so much of my grief.

After graduation, they were supposed to take a year off to travel but Dad broke his promise to Mom and pursued his career. Mom soldiered on for three more years before it became one too many solo dinners and she filed for divorce. Mom only asked for a little child support for me. He received visitation for any date with 24 hours' notice. I saw him four days in the next fourteen years.

Dad earned his doctorate, founded a business, got a second doctorate then made a train-load of money. We lived in the same city but on opposite sides. I had a moderately comfortable lower middle-class existence with no real idea what Dad did or owned. Mom had to explain to me how Dad had re-married some society lady because I never got my invitation.

When I was sixteen cancer snuck up on my Mom. She struggled to keep it together as long as she could but she eventually lost the house, all her savings and finally my college fund. I later learned that she had been in constant touch with my Father for most of the ordeal. She asked him to take over my care but his new wife didn't want me around and he didn't fight all that hard for me.

Only on her deathbed did he finally show up with his new wife and daughter (from my stepmom's previous marriage). She decided then and there that I was a 'dangerous' element, but Mom made my Dad swear to see me through college no matter what and he caved in to my Mom as opposed to his wife this once. The moment I graduated high school it was off to college with a small apartment and an unspoken warning to stay away. I never even saw the inside of my Father's house.

Nothing fucked up lasts forever it appears. Late in the fall, me and two of my buddies got in my car, went out and got drunk. I was sleeping in the back when the idiots decided to get their weed stashes. Then they picked up this third asshole who decided to get his stash as well. We got pulled over and suddenly my car had a 'distribution' weight of marijuana. Since I had a history of violence in my juvenile record, I was boned.

My public defender -- Dad didn't answer my one phone call -- turned out to be pretty kind and clever. She worked out a deal that would keep me under house arrest for twenty months and I could still do my course credits on-line. The catch? I had to have parental supervision (I was still under 21 and Dad paid for my domicile). Dad still didn't return my calls but my overly ambitious public defender actually caught Dad in his driveway one morning and had him sign the paperwork. I really owe her. I also was to discover that he 'forgot' to tell my Stepmom before taking a business trip to Japan for a month.

I will forever recall my Stepmom Zuiko (she's Japanese-American), arguing like mad with my lawyer, the two sheriff's deputies and their technician about letting them on the grounds so they could establish their parameters for my ankle monitor. For the first month I'd be under tight monitoring -- 100m, then they would take it out to 500m for two months and then finally I would get 2km starting month four if I was good.

The big thing Zuiko harped about once they got inside the grounds was 'would her daughter be safe'. My lawyer kept asking if I'd made any direct threats -- we had exchanged less than twenty words at the hospital and she hadn't seen me since, but she tried to weasel around it somehow. I was definitely not wanted but according to the state and county, she was stuck with me.

Now her and her daughter being in danger from me wasn't a total pipedream. When my Mother first started feeling ill we started going to the YMCA. Mom eventually became too worn down to do more than spend a few minutes on the treadmill. She rested then went at it time and time again. She encouraged me to do my own things. I lifted weights and took a women's self-defense course -- I was the only guy but since I was a teenager they assumed I was the victim of bullying.

One girl, who was often my partner, told me she was going to take a Krav Maga class at a downtown rec center. She wanted a buddy to walk her to the car and I needed the ride (I didn't have a car until much later). She was old -- 25 -- and I was young - 17 -- so nothing happened. It wasn't until my Mother's funeral that I saw her dressed as a city cop. It also clarified that her boyfriend was her training supervisor and the reason we were taking a violent self-defense course.

As I said, I had some issues with my Mom dying and they caused me to lash out. I played soccer my junior and senior years. I was good but not great; I did fill out the roster in a positive manner because I could play either side of the field and my passing skills were impressive -- I sucked on the final approach though so I had no college hopes.

I had a friend who did though; he had college level talent and with some experience and growth, maybe he could go pro. Starting the last third of the season, a rich HS with a great record played on our campus and we were giving them hell. We were up by one and a win was a real possibility when one of their star players 'accidentally' put his cleats into my buddy's knee, taking him out of the game and threatening his career.

He was assessed a penalty then laughed and was patted on the back by his teammates as he went to the sidelines. What followed was the best game-play of my life. I scored for the first time that year and only my second time in High School. I was ferocious and merciless and made me just enough of a pain that when their bastard came back on the field he came gunning for me.

I wasn't in his league and I knew it so I got one of my teammates to set him up. We were charging up field, when I passed to my guy. The bastard shifted focus then my guy kicked it high and behind my target. He was only beginning to adjust when I leapt -- my cleats struck him in the face with all the force of my body behind it. I dragged my foot over his ear on the way passed him.

I stood over his body and smiled down at the ruin I'd made of his face. I was 'glad' that his rich parents could pay to repair the raw meat his right side had become. He would get most of his pretty looks once more but he'd never see out of his right eye perfectly ever again and his hearing was never 100% either. His confidence and control were shot as well.

A few of the bastard's teammates pushed me around before my side arrived to back me up. Their coach, who had idly sat back and let my poor friend get crippled, rushed off the bench and wanted to press criminal charges. My coach benched me immediately and the referees reviewed the play and decided that I'd been 'approaching the ball' so I had a penalty, but I wasn't ejected from the game or the league.

I was done though; the Coach knew what I had done and it was unsportsmanlike conduct. I would never play under him again. My buddy did heal up and played the last few games of the season and played well. He got a college scholarship and he was not too far away even then though our relationship was a bit strained. I damn near killed a guy for him but then...I damn near killed a guy. That was my only episode when my rage got away from me and I had kept it in check ever since.

So, my Mom died, I went to college, got in a fucked-up situation and now my long absent Dad had agreed to sponsor my twenty month house arrest without asking is new wife. She stuck me in the pool house, not the guest house, which was farther back on the property in a place she couldn't monitor me and speed dial the cops the moment I stepped out of line. She didn't want to deal with me; she definitely didn't want me dealing with her daughter Cybil aka Scout.

Denis La Roche (40) is my father, a freaking scientific genius but an utter failure in the social medium. Zuiko La Roche is my Stepmom, a very hot 37 year old MILF, who basically hated my very existence. She did seem to have some affection for my Father but Dad seemed to be as emotional responsive and supportive of this wife as he was with my Mom. 

Then there was my Stepsister, Cybil 'Scout' La Roche who was taller than her mother, not as quite filled out, but with darker skin and more subdued, but very sexy, Japanese features. She was 18; almost as old as me. My name is Daniel but way back when, I picked up the name Duke and it stuck. For the longest time I thought it was for the school but in middle school I was introduced to John Wayne. I sort of wished my namesake knew martial arts, but he still managed to kick some serious ass and kiss some real beauties so I could forgive him that lack.

As the Sheriff's Deputies watched me move in and 'anchored' my ankle bracelet to the front door of my domicile, Cybil kept showing up. Zuiko kept driving her off, but the girl was incorrigible. With her looks I doubted I was the first guy she'd ever seen close up. Zuiko acted as if I was about to rape the girl but I hadn't a clue as to what led her to that conclusion -- maybe Dad was a snake?

Being the Convict

An advantage of our location was that not even winter was that cold and while you didn't want to go swimming at 6 am, usually you could safety jump in after 10 am. It was Saturday and I'd eaten and digested my ham and olives sandwich before diving in. What I didn't know, there in my first week, this was when Cybil and Zuiko set aside for their pool time. It was a big pool, so why should they care?

I'd made my first lap in the mutated Olympic sized pond when I caught sight of Cybil moving to intercept me in the water -- she was a good swimmer and that one-piece blue suit worked for her. As she got closer it dawned on me that suit worked for her about three years and two cup sizes ago. Her puppies were trying to escape out the sides. I didn't look long because Zuiko was glaring at me.

"Hey Daniel," Cybil smiled as she treaded water facing me.

"Hey Cybil, please call me Duke; all my friends do," I grinned. I was definitely keeping steady eye contact.

"Then call me Scout," Cybil snickered for no good reason. "I'm -- umm -- sorry I haven't stopped by before now. I've been busy with school stuff."

"It is not a problem Scout," I sighed, "Your Mom doesn't want you to hang out with me -- I'm a bad influence or so she believes." It wasn't like I had to eat all my meals alone or why?? I couldn't go into the main house at all.

"I usually have a vanilla-mango smoothie when I'm sunbathing," Cybil swam closer, "want one?"

"How about a plain old-fashioned chocolate milkshake?" I proposed.

"We can do that," she floated up to my face, her legs constantly brushing mine. "I've never had a brother before." 

I pulled back and noticed Zuiko blazing beams of hate through my Occipital lobe.

"We are not Brother and Sister, Scout," I informed her. "If you were my sister -- umm -- well I would have to think about something else than what's going through my mind now."

"What is that?" she asked with innocent eyes.

"We are not going to go there," I smiled warmly, "Your Mother wants me gone and I'm not going to do anything to make her hate me more."

"Oh, Mom doesn't hate you; she's only worried that you won't be happy here," Scout answered honestly. That meant Mom was lying to her too. Screw that; I was going to get a milkshake.

I realized that I'd left my towel on my side of the pool so I darted back across then did a one armed lap back to the broad steps at their end. I was still holding my rolled up towel at shoulder height when I come out of the water. In hindsight, I probably should not have worn a swimsuit I had last worn two and a half years ago considering I was now bigger in all kinds of ways. 

The lining had fallen out -- I had worn these as 'around the house' shorts for some time -- and that left the faded khaki suit virtually translucent. Lastly, Scout had a cute round face with lips made for -- things not appropriate for family discussion -- sucking some of those college and high school boys raw. 

Her boobs had been on the edge of escape and her nice round ass had been presented to me as she paddled away. My mast was riding high and proud as I walked up those stairs and turned to follow Scout. Scout had looked over her shoulder with a smile on her face but her words never came -- she was staring -- down there.

I glanced quickly at Zuiko and she was mesmerized as well. Okay now, I know I'm big but I had always assumed that I came by it fairly from my Dad -- I was wrong. I was ten inches and pretty thick and before you congratulate me as a stud-muffin sex god, think about how your average proportioned, five foot six inch tall, one-hundred ten pound girls feel when they see this coming at their lips, vagina, or lord help us all, their anus.

On a good day they start praying to whatever God or Goddess they think can help then relax as much as possible. On a fantastic day, they squeal for joy -- that's happened twice in my nineteen years. More often it is 'Want a hand job?' or 'can we work up to this?' (I get sex but it takes up to an hour). Finally, there were the various degrees of rejections. I have had one girl scream hysterically and act as if 'it' was trying to get her; no lie.

For you guys with your six inch cocks, as wide as three fingers; be happy and proud. You have all the tool you should ever need. If some guy steps up, whips out his foot long trouser python as thick as a 'Coke' can and tells you he is going to take your girl away and she goes for it, you have two options:

You let your former girl get her John Person's freak on and count yourself lucky you found out about that then. For the love of god don't take her back once he's worn a trail through that vagina because it will never get back into anything close to normal shape and any jackass whipping out his dick to steal another man's woman isn't going to stay with the tramp long -- there is tons of tight pussy out there for him to get his jollies in after all.

Or, you become comfortable with the concept of 'fisting' and knowing the contemptible assholes that lead off their romantic conquests by smacking your girl's face with their precum-dripping cockhead could come back at any time. Sure your girl is wide open but she's still yours and that's reason enough to take her from you whenever he wants.

The one time it happened in high school, this basketball player from a different school took one of my teammate's girl with the whole 'BBC' thing. Two weeks later, I did the same thing to him and one of his buddies, 'out-cocking' their pathetic meat (okay, not too pathetic), took back my teammate's girl and the girl of one of his Bros.

The ex-GF and the new girl joined me and the ex-BF on a ride. The ex-BF had a righteous break-up screaming match then we dumped her cheating ass in the middle of fucking nowhere. The black girl with us was scared but I told her straight that this had been the ex-BF's revenge and I had nothing against her. We went out to eat, I talked her up and we screwed (non-sexually) around most of the night. 

She even sent a video message to her BF and his buddies and told them all what a small prick he had and what a huge one I had and how she'd never walk the right way again and she said it with a straight face, bursting out with laughter the moment we were done. For the rest of the year, that HS didn't screw around with our ladies. Thus ends the rant on penis size.

So we are back to my uptight 'wants me gone' Stepmother Zuiko staring at my aroused package from a not-safe distance of eight feet. Her mouth opened but she didn't become slack-jawed but did salivate slightly and started licking her lips -- that was a look I knew. It was Scout who broke the spell.

"OH MY GOD!" she gasped loudly. "You are huge!" Even the housekeeper scampered out of the kitchen (part of it opened with French doors onto the poolside).

"¡Oh, Dios mío," the mature Hispanic lady ogled, "Y su padre es tan pequeña."

"Really?" I looked at her disbelieving.

"Sí, su pene es como una termita's," she confirmed. Apparently Dad did not give me my cock size; he was hung like a termite - whoa.

"Maria -- back in the kitchen," Zuiko said, trying to command the situation. "Cybil go to your room; he is your brother for Pity's sake!"

"Mom, we were about to have shakes and smoothies," Cybil protested.

"That's what I'm worried about," Zuiko snapped. "And you, Daniel, what is the meaning of dressing like this?"

"This is the only swimsuit I own," I growled back. "I haven't lived a millionaire's lifestyle, Zuiko, so I don't have ten of everything."

"Well you can't come out dressed like this," she demanded.

"What am I supposed to do?" I pleaded. "I don't have cable which is okay because I don't have a TV, or a phone line because I don't have a phone or mobile, and I don't have a wireless connection so my computer's an expensive typewriter. I've read every book in there, so what's next?"

"That's not my problem," she got all snooty in my face, or would if she wasn't ten inches shorter than me. Instead she thrust herself forward time and time again as she degraded me about, my criminal background, the grief I'd caused her, my father, and the shame my sister must then go through with a criminal relative living in the house.

"I don't live in the house," I pointed out, "You've seen to that. I know what you are doing and it pisses me off, but I'm not going to break either. I'm going to show you, you evil..." I stopped myself from calling her a bitch. Instead I kept my mouth shut.

I got back to my shack, dried off and power-upped the old computer. I couldn't reach out anywhere, but I could look up things on my hard drive and that included my Dad's deal to take custody of me for my confinement and an hour later I found it -- Areas of the Premises Restricted from Detainee: None. I had free reign of the house, but to make sure, I needed to make it real.

"Maria," I asked the housekeeper when she brought me dinner, "I'm going to need codes for all the rooms of the house."

"Are you sure about that, Mr. Duke?" she inquired cautiously. I turned and showed her the papers then I hit the Translate to Spanish button to ease her reading.

"This is nice," she nodded, "is this program that does this cheap?"

"Maria, it is part of the basic system package," I explained. "It costs nothing."

"Oh," she mused. "Oh, I like that; no one has done that for me before. My English is just fine but I know some others who would find documents translated to Spanish to be very useful."

"No problem Maria," I smiled. "Most documents sent out are on-line too and you can demand they send you a copy. Translating it to Spanish is free and you are ready to go. I'll show you where to go in your directory so you can show others."

"You are white," Maria smirked, "so why do you do this?"

"Maria, the college my Dad sent me to was one step above a community college, there were a lot of us poor kids there and sadly a large number of poor kids are bi-lingual with better Spanish than English," I shrugged.

"I will get you your own code," Maria nodded. "If she tries to cancel your code...nah, I'll just set you up with a Master Code to avoid all that."


The Other Child Ch. 01



"Thank you very much Maria, but I don't' want you to get in trouble," I cautioned her.

"Eh, my oldest daughter's husband's cousin came by last year to update the security and he showed me how to reset the system and check all the codes -- including how to enter a new code and determine its access rating," Maria got ready to head out.

"I repeat;" I said happily, "don't get into trouble on my behalf."

"Don't worry 'Duke'," Maria tapped me on the top of my head, "the only person who can legally do it is your Father, not a simple maid like me."

"I wouldn't know about maids," I kept chuckling, "I played with some boys whose mom's and sisters were maids but they never talked about it. They seemed to be happy to have their days off."

"Day?" Maria laughed. "You know maids. We get a day a week if we are lucky. What did your mother do?"

"She went to school with Dad but she went into Botany," I informed her. "She would go check moisture levels, air quality and sun exposure for small and medium-sized florists so that the flowers would grow full and beautifully."

"That sounds like honest work," Maria remarked in a way that implied that what Dad did, and whatever Zuiko did, if anything, wasn't so honest or even work. Sure enough, she returned to the Main house, I wolfed down my food and went she came back for my tray and gave me the numbers of my code. I slipped out and tested the two doors I needed then crept back home and went to sleep.

Morning Workout and Evening Roughhousing

The resistance machines were in such a stage of disuse that I feared they would be unusable. I checked the wires and resistance devices and with a little TLC I had them up and running in good time. I had built up a good sweat, taken off my tank top, dried off and built up a new layer of sweat.

Zuiko was half way to her exercise bike before she saw me.

"What are you doing here?" she squawked.

"It is the exercise room -- so I'm exercising -- Mom," I tried to keep things cool.

"Get out; you aren't supposed to be here," Zuiko snapped. "I didn't give you permission to leave the pool house."

"I don't need your permission, Mom," I said evenly. "Dad gave me free run of the property. Call him if you like or simply read the Custodial Agreement he signed." Zuiko huffed then turned and stormed out. That night she had a conniption when I enjoyed eating at the dinner table with her and Scout. Zuiko tried to drag Scout away from the table but she refused to leave.

At 9pm two policemen showed up and we four had a talk. I showed them the paper, Zuiko called Dad to have me tossed but -- surprise, surprise -- he didn't pick up or return her numerous messages. What tiny flicker of respect I had for my Father evaporated. All Dad would really have had to do was call his lawyer and I knew they would be rich enough to screw me royally. Maria got the officers some coffee and they left slightly annoyed with Zuiko.

The next day, Monday, we repeated the scene; I was there and she came in, screeched at me then stormed out. Tuesday she decided to outdo me and showed up very early. She beat me by fifteen minutes but was under the impression that 800 sq. ft. wasn't room enough for us both to work in.

"Good morning Mom," I greeted her as I strategically shed my shirt.

"I was here first," she pointed out. I nodded and headed to my first machine. She gave it a good ten minutes. "I was here first and you should leave," she came over to tell me.

"I'm comfortable working with you in the room," I tried not to tease. "If you feel uncomfortable for some reason..."

"You are a criminal in my lodgings under house arrest," Zuiko countered.

"We've been down this road before, Mom," I sighed patiently. "I was drunk in my car, my friends gathered up some weed and they got busted. Since it was my car, they had to charge me with some offense, so I ended up here."

"I know, I know and stop calling me Mom," she growled in frustration.

"What do you want me to call you?" I asked.

"Anything but Mom -- or Mother or Zuiko," she demanded.

"Fine, I'll call you Hotness," I grinned.

"You will not!" she shouted angrily.

"Sorry, but you said 'anything'," I reminded her.

"You will not call me that, here or in public," she demanded anew.

"My next series of repetitions are with bench press," I told her as I started moving to the next machine. She put a hand on my chest to stop me so I gave her a few seconds to rub my sweat beneath her fingertips. Zuiko lost herself as my warmth ran up her fingers which was a reaction I was totally unprepared for. I only wanted her to acknowledge that I had a place here.

I put my hands on her hips and she grew terribly still but this was not going sexual. She was the same annoying bitch and I had to live there for 20 months with her and her child. I picked Hotness up, she gasped then I turned 90 degrees and put her back down.

"Hey!" she exhaled. 

"You were in my way," I informed her as I grabbed my towel and moved past her. She studied my back until I lay down and began the next stage of my workout. She eventually got back to whatever wacky routine she had. I couldn't tell what she intended with her exercises and I was not going to antagonize her any further by trying to help.

It is a little past three when Cybil/Scout came back from a hard day at school. Normally I could barely hear anything at the front door from the 'entertainment' room of Dad's mansion. This one room was nearly the size of my childhood home. It was bigger than the apartment my Mom and I ended up in when she was ill and this sofa was bigger than my bed.

"Duke?" Scout shouted.

"I'm watching TV," I replied then realized that half the rooms in this house had TVs. "Back of the house - by the pool," I clarified. Only when she got close did I realize that she'd brought a friend. I quickly took my foot off the futon and scanned around for something to cover my ankle monitor with. I had no such luck.

"Hey Daniel," Scout greeted me, "This is my friend Jacye." What was it with rich people and those freaky names? J-C? Or was it Jacye? "Daniel goes by 'Duke'."

"Duke," Jacye stared at me like I was a tall glass of ice water offered up to her in the midst of a burning desert. "So you are a criminal. What did you do?" Well, that was rude. I had to think fast.

"I'm not supposed to talk about it," I said in a low gravelly voice.

"Cybil, could you get us something to drink -- I'd like a Bottled Water please," Jacye requested of her friend.

"I'll have a whiskey sour," I glanced over to Scout.

"Right," Scout teased me in response, "that is two waters and one chocolate shake."

"How old are you?" Jacye inquired.

"Nineteen," I confessed.

"Oh, you look...older, more mature," she observed as she settled close beside me on the sofa.

"Well," I emulated my namesake, "when you've broken a man and left him bleeding at your feet, it changes you inside." Jacye scooted closer to me.

"Really, what happened?" she insisted.

"You can't tell Cybil or her Mom -- they've been told a cover story," I held back until she acknowledged my code of secrecy, "but I had to shoot a man three times."

"Oh my God," she gasped and rubbed her hand over my thigh, "how did this happen?"

"I had a good friend and I was -- familiar -- with his sister," I said in a conspiratorial voice. "My friend owed some money to a drug dealer. This big-time drug dealer beat up my friend and took his sister as payment."

"Oh my God," she repeated with the definite bonus of rubbing a hand over then under the top band of my gym shorts. "What happened next?"

"I had to retrieve the girl, I knew the back way into the Drug Lord's hangout and I knew where he preferred to take the women he was going to force to fulfill his needs," I absolutely and totally embellished the lie.

"What happened?" she murmured with a sexual curiosity that was new and intriguing. 

"She was nearly naked and handcuffed to the bed when I found her. He had stepped out for some reason so I started to pick the locks on her cuffs when the door opened and he came in," I dragged this farce out a bit longer. Didn't all low-lives like me know how to pick locks?

"Were you scared? Was he armed -- I mean, packing?" Jacye panted as her hand moved past the waistband and grabbed a solid handful of my cock.

"Yes, I was scared, and yes he was packing but I couldn't leave the girl to suffer at his hands so I rushed him," I looked intently into her eyes. Oh, come on, it isn't like poor people can't call the cops too. Apparently the idea of me being dumb enough to go after a known, armed drug dealer was giving her an endorphin rush from hell.

"He had his gun in his belt but I grabbed it same time he did. The gun went off, hitting his thigh. Rico, the drug dealer, was stronger and bigger than I was and he wrestled the gun up. I squeezed the trigger," and she began squeezing my trigger, "and a second and third shot went off."

"Oh God," Jacye moaned sensually. She gave up the pretense of actually listening, working my shorts down past my ankle monitor and totally off instead. "Were you hurt?"

"Umm -- no; the second shot went wide but the third hit him in the foot. He went down screaming and the gun went flying. I'd have done something worse to him, but his buddies were close by so I freed the girl and fled the scene," I groaned. "Your shorts are still on," I reminded her.

"Did she reward you for all the danger you faced?" she licked her lips while staring at my raging rod.

"Oh hell yeah," I growled, "I had blood all over me from that other guy, so she stripped me when we got back to her house and I was -- appreciating her, legs hooked over both elbows, when the cops broke in. I never got to cum -- it's been months now."

-

"Oh poor baby," she said as she started licking my assembly like it was one big fleshy lollipop.

"Yeah, I really wanted to hammer her into next week -- and you look a lot like her too," I grinned. I didn't know if she's bought any part of this but if this was her 'faking it' I couldn't wait to see her being sincere. She was proving to me that she was hardly an oral virgin when I started to think that Cybil should have been back by now.

I made a gentle half-turn of the head and caught sight of Cybil with three large glasses filled with a variety of things, hovering by the entrance to the room and watching us covertly. I got back to stroking Jacye's light blonde hair with black roots and a chic comb-over that looked kind of punk. It took me a few second for me to figure out that Cybil could see Jacye and vice versa.

"Hmmna mmph mmapah," it sounded like as she was impaling her mouth on my meat. Jacye pulled back up, her eyes watering. "I can't get it all in," she related with some wonderment. "I've never had one I couldn't swallow before."

"Uh, sorry," I apologized.

"Oh, don't be," she gulped hungrily. "I thought Scout was pulling my leg when she told us about you, but I owe her a big YGG for bringing me here today."

"YGG...'us'," I muttered. She shot me a very carnivorous grin as she started crawling up my body.

"YGG = you go girl; and 'us' as in our Art Study group which is only the eight of us girls who are studying the modern expression of body art," Jacye informed me.

"Are we worried about a condom," I put a break on our progress.

"Do you get blood tested in prison? Because I was clean at the last Red Cross blood drive," she informed me. My nod suggested that I did get tested when I was processed in jail and that I was clean.

"Don't worry, we are very discreet," she assured me even she's rubbing my cock through her fluid labia, letting me discover two piercings that decorated the entrance to her vagina, and then flickered her gaze toward Cybil at the same time.

"God, this is a Monster," she moaned wantonly. I'd heard that before but usually with more fear and respect. "I'm not sure...oh so big and firm," she exhaled as she relaxed her thighs and gravity helped me transfix her womb. I reached out and cupped each ass cheek to slow her progress.

"Take your shirt off," I directed Jacye. That was the polite way of saying 'show me your tits'.

Jacye clearly got that memo because she immediately started rolling up the bottom of her shirt. Her eyes weren't locked with mine; she was shooting Cybil a daring look with a smug smile on her face. She was challenging Scout to 'interrupt' us. 

I was really happy she didn't because it really had been months since I entered a pussy, much less one this accommodating. Jacye made a great show of peeling her shirt over her head; let it 'trap' her arms over her heard and finally twirling it around. She was definitely playing to an audience that wasn't me.

"We are not going to piss Scout off, are we?" I requested of Jacye. Her eyes flashed down with a wicked cast.

"I don't think so but she's your sister; don't you know?" Jacye countered.

"I don't know," I sighed sadly. "She doesn't like me much. Maybe because we aren't really brother and sister she doesn't feel we need to be close."

The blonde started tantalizing her sports bra upward, languidly allowing her nicely fashioned breasts to bounce free and then lowered her left nipple toward my lips.

"Too bad, Scout is a really fun girl," Jacye waggled her breasts before me. "She must take your relationship very seriously to be giving you your space. She's normally rather saucy."

"Well, she's a sweet girl to her mother and the staff here, but that's the reason there is never going to a relationship between us; her mother hates me," I explained.

"Oh," Jacye pulled me into her breast. Before my vision was obscured I could see her eyes flicker above me -- she was looking at more than one person -- shit-tastic; Hotness was in the audience too.

I let her drop the last inch or so down my shaft which bought a grunt from her, and a sliver of space for me. I sucked her left nipple in between my lips and roll the pronounced tip between my teeth. This earned me a prolonged moan as well.

"Her Mother is a really nice woman," was Jacye's guttural response. I started to push her upwards with the assistance of her thighs flexing as well.

"Oh, she's a wonderful woman," I panted, "Do you promise -- not to -- tell anyone..."

"Sure," the blonde vixen lied convincingly, at least omitting the fact that my audience was listening in.

"If you promise you won't let a soul find out," I ground out as she gyrated on my rod. She nodded her affirmation of my goal to not be found out, "I call her Hotness when I don't think anyone else can hear."

"Oh -- oh -- oh -- oh, why is that?" she purred, temporarily shutting me up with a nipple.

"I -- I use that term because I can't decide who is hotter; mother or daughter. What do you think?" I teased between lip-smacking mouthfuls of puffy areola and nipple. We were also starting to make wet fleshy sound as she got up 2 or 3 inches of my shaft than splashed back down hard onto the top of my ball-sack.

There was a tight squeeze on the uppermost surge of my cock as it speared something deep inside Jacye.

"Ah -- ah -- ah -- ah -- ah, that's my -- cervix, damn it," she exulted. "You are breaking past my cervix; this has never happened before." Sadly, it had happened to me before. The cervix was a vice like opening at the top of the vagina and its purpose in life was to keep a baby's head in the uterus.

Crushing the life out of my cockhead was simply basic training for this bad girl and it was getting to work right about then. In my defense, I'd been nearly decapitated penetrating a cervix before so my cock recalled that it needed to stay strong and that if I massage the opening and the valve itself, I'd be okay and give a mind-blowing experience in the process. The object was to stay in control.

That wasn't made easy when after the first full stroke in, Jacye started having convulsions and shook like a leaf in a tornado. In the distance of my perceptions (about 15 feet at the moment), I was aware of a struggle to intervene kept in check by both parties desire to keep quiet. I just didn't know if it was Cybil holding back Zuiko, or Hotness holding back Scout.

I switched from her left nipple which was rather abused to her unmolested right. I took in the large blood-pink areola, twirled my tongue over the nipple and scrapped my teeth from the edge of the fleshy breast to the base of the nipple but I didn't bite; the mere threat propelled her over the crest again and again. My shooting warm, milky cum into her womb was one final kick toward her psychological oblivion; all by it temporary.

When she finally couldn't take anymore I relented, letting her body rest, its sticky sweatiness against my chest with her head resting on my shoulder.

"That was -- that was -- indescribable," Jacye panted thirty seconds later. "I don't normally...jump my friend's brothers." She struggled up so that she could see both me and the people at the doorway. "I'm not a slut."

"No, of course not," I really didn't care if she was a slut or not. I cared if she was hurting Scout, who has attempted to be nice to me. "I think you've been helping me keep Scout safe. I was getting so horny and she and her Mom both look so great. You most likely saved us all some awkward moments."

"Like at the pool?" Jacye teased, still hot, sweat and riding my shaft which wasn't playing nice and going down.

"Yes, like what happened at the pool; that was embarrassing," I groaned. "Hey, should Scout be back any second?" I made a show of trying to look over my shoulder at the doorway. Jacye strategically got her chest in the way so all I could do was hear the scurrying by the entrance.

"Help me get dressed," Jacye demanded playfully. I happily obliged and by the time my shorts were up, Jacye's bra and shirt were fixed and her pants were flying up her thighs, Cybil announced herself.

"Hey guys, sorry it took so long," she rounded the sofa, handed Jacye her water and then rounded the futon before giving me my somewhat melted shake. Finally she crashed next to me on the sofa opposite her blonde buddy.

"So, what did you two talk about?" Cybil teased as she sniffed the strong odor of sex in the air.

"Mostly about you," I embellished.

"We talked a little about the Art Group," Jacye remained more truthful. "Duke, do you have any tattoos?" I leaned forward enough so that I could pull off my shirt.

"None," I displayed. "I've never been sure what my first should be -- it has to be something important and life-changing, right?" I got two sets of bobbing heads agreeing with my suggestion but I also got a right hand from Jacye and a left from Scout massaging my shoulders, pectorals and abs that were still sticky and salty from the earlier episode of sexual exploitation.

There was a feminine cough from the door.

"It is good to see you again, Jacye," Zuiko announced her presence from the doorway. "I see you've met out house guest, Duke La Roche."

"Oh yes," Jacye licked her lips in an obvious play at sexual superiority -- she had just gotten some sex under the older woman's roof and Mrs. Zuiko La Roche clearly has not getting any. "Duke gave me a warm welcome."

"I'm sure he did," Zuiko got snippy. "Don't the two of you have homework to get to?"

"Mom, it is the start of the semester," Scout became petulant but I doubted she was going to win this one.

"All the better to get a leg up then," Zuiko snapped; "leave Duke to his pedantic pursuits."

"Come on," Jacye stood and motioned for Scout to come along. She offered me a hand. "It was nice -- really nice to meet you. Maybe we can get together later after..." she looked to my government issued jewelry.

"I'd like that Jacye; any friend of Cybil is a friend of mine," I looked to my 'step-sister', "she's special to me."

"Ah -- thank you Duke. I'll see you at dinner?" Scout asked.




The Other Child Ch. 01



"Sure thing, as long as Hotness doesn't get too angry about it," I winked at the two girls.

They took their drinks, snickered and raced from the room.

"Stop calling me that," Zuiko seemed pissed, so I, of course, didn't let it go.

"I'll pick a less honest name if you like, but I hate lying, especially to you," I twisted on the sofa so that my arm was hooked over the back and I could stare at her.

"That name is disrespectful," she persisted.

"Not in the barrios I come from," I deflected her argument. "There it is a status thing. Few women get called it and fewer still deserve it."

"Well, I don't like it, so stop," she proclaimed. She spun and left before I could get another word in which considering how tight her capris were over her butt wasn't really a bad thing. I also noted she didn't give me an alternate name to use.

Later, over a subdued dinner, the three of us were eating -- me down by Dad's end, Zuiko at the wife's spot and Cybil at her side when I noticed that I hadn't been requested in any manner to leave and Cybil had been allowed to shoot me some glances without Zuiko getting apoplectic.

"Mrs. La Roche, there was a very large stain on the leather sofa in the entertainment room this afternoon," Maria informed the head of household.

"Maybe Duke made it," Hotness snipped at me.

"Oh no, Senora, this is not the kind of stain a man would make," Maria winked my way. I almost spewed my fruit punch.

"Oh," Hotness gave me a furtive glance then looked out the window. "As long as it's cleaned up," and that was the end of the matter. Next time Jacye came over, I was using a towel.



The Other Child Ch. 02



*Lust and Love can run at cross purposes; control your Lust because Love will always take you farther*

(Another great job of editing by Steve150177)

(This tale uses racial stereotypes for the sake of the story; these are not things I hold to be true)

(This is not really an incest story as there is no blood relation and little familial bond) 

Workout Buddy

Wednesday Morning I was just warming up when Zuiko came stumbling in looking angry with the world. I'd only then finished my warm-up and I saw she was forgoing the pleasure when Dulce, our morning housekeeper gave me a call over the inter-house system. Dulce was Maria's cousin's brother's daughter so she carried some weigh around here despite her youth. Maria had brought me up to speed on the true hierarchy of this place.

"Senor Duke, there is a...policia, a mujer policia waiting for you -- at the gate," she informed me. I tapped the number for the gate.

"Hello, Daniel La Roche here, how may I help you?" I called out hopefully.

"Duke, this is Holiday Lake," my policewoman friend from my YMCA work out days greeted me. Since she was municipal PD, we shouldn't have had a professional problem -- especially at 6 am.

"Come on up, I'll buzz the gate," I told her. Zuiko gave me a studied look because I'd just invited a person into her house who she didn't know. I opted to explain things to Dulce because she actually mattered in this. From the part of the Hemisphere Dulce came from, the police were rarely her friend. 

Once we were square that Ms. Lake was a friend back when my real mother was dying everything was good. No employee here was going to need to slip over the back fence until the situation died down because I vouched for Holiday and Maria vouched for me. Donato brought Holiday to our room -- he was our guy who handled, amongst other things, the sprinkler system.

Maria said he was from Peru and I believed her; he was a plumber back home but here he worked on the hydroponics systems in Dad's greenhouses as well as oversaw the lawns. His English was dreadful but he knew French and Portuguese fluently. He was normally very quiet but Holiday had Donato talking up a storm when they arrived.

He bowed politely and departed leaving me to rush into Holiday's arms.

"Hey Kiddo," she patted the side of my face. "I've missed you too." Zuiko cleared her throat loudly.

"Officer Holiday Lake, this is my stepmother Zuiko La Roche," I introduced the two.

"What department are you with, why are you familiar with my 'Son' and aren't you aware he is serving twenty month house arrest?" Zuiko sounded all icy.

"Calm down," Holiday placed a warding hand on my chest and the other toward Zuiko. "I met Duke when his biological mother was suffering from cancer."

"We took some of the same YMCA classes ending with a self-defense class," she smiled my way. "We always ended up sparing because his size was already intimidating the other classmates". (She was referring to my body mass index that weightlifting was only starting to augmented back then -- honest).

"I had a chance to take a Krav Maga class downtown and I offered Duke a chance to join me, we partnered up again and stayed that way until he went to college," Officer Holiday turned her friendliness toward Hotness. "I recently heard he had some troubles and I'm repaying the help he gave me then with some support now. I've come by to teach him some of the moves I've been taught in the past five months while he's been away -- if that is okay?"

"It is not okay," Hotness grumbled.

"It will be just fine," I got out a moment later. Zuiko and I locked gazes. "I am certainly allowed to have a police officer over if she wishes to help me work out."

"I think we'll let the Sheriff's department decide on what kind of martial arts nonsense you are allowed Daniel," Zuiko zinged back my way.

"LAPD Patrol Officer Holiday Lake," my old buddy began. She read off her badge number as well. I could tell she was a bit queasy about confrontations with other law enforcement due to her past troubles inside the force but she was not backing down on account of me and what I'd gone through. As far as I'd been able to tell, I was her only guy-friend since her difficulties with a sexual harassment suit versus one of her superiors.

Zuiko stormed off and Holiday shot me an inquisitive eye.

"I have no idea and let's go get your car. It's not safe to leave a beater like yours on the street here," I jibed. It is said by some of the staff that the street sweepers took out any car that was over three years old if left unattended. They were only half-joking.

At the bottom of the driveway my ankle bracelet gave me a warning beep so I had to give her my code and waited for Holiday to drive up. Her car, an ancient Pontiac, was definitely road-bait so we stashed it near the pool gate and rushed back to the gym. We were still working Holiday through her warm up when Zuiko came back to announce the Sheriff's department was sending out some Deputies to 'settle the matter'.

Seeing that Holiday and I were being 'intimate', she stormed off again.

"That girl needs to check her hormone levels," Holiday mocked my general situation.

"I thought it was because she hates my guts and I banged one of her daughter's friends yesterday afternoon," I groaned.

"Seriously," Holiday tsk-tsked me, "couldn't you be somewhat discreet? Your Dad took you in after all." I then gave her the skinny on my circumstances and Holiday darkened incredibly. 

"Damn it," Holiday groused, "I wish you had called me; I would have taken you in."

"A convict sleeping on your sofa is the last thing your career needs, Ohlie," I smiled.

Ohlie stood for Officer Holiday Lake -- OHL -- Ohlie. I think I'm the only one to use it but she didn't mind.

"I think I passed my Sergeant's exam too," Ohlie snorted. "I called but all your numbers were disconnected, sorry."

"Guess whose fault that was?" I winked back. "She really wants me gone. I hate to think about how stuffed my Inbox is on my email account -- wait, my account expired last month; oh well."

"So you really had sex with some girl -- of age -- outside of a bedroom yesterday?" she teased.

"Hard Money Sex," I bragged. "I was ridden like Orb at the Kentucky Derby," I added. Holiday got me interested in horse racing and breeding as a mental coping mechanism way back when.

"She had to be ambitious if she wasn't calling out for the local and county LEA's (Law Enforcement Agencies) plus God Almighty as she took on your equipment," Holiday poked my ribs.

"Gee thanks Coach," I mock-protested as I helped her off the warming mats and got ready for some sparring. We competed seriously for twenty minutes until Dulce called down to tell me that two Sheriff's Deputies were coming up. I politely requested that she bring us two each of those Panamanian, Columbian and South Beach coffee blends plus six of those small, glazed croissants that are so tasty. 

I knew we had some prepared because Zuiko loved to have a half dozen every morning. I also publicly resolved to give Dulce a feet massage after breakfast. The two deputies arrived first; Holiday showed them her badge and where her gun was stored in her gym bag. Zuiko showed up and glowered then redoubled her unhappiness when she had to sit powerlessly by as the two Deputies scarfed down her favorite pastries and drank her imported coffee.

The two officers fed off of Zuiko's negativity; they decided I could have over a lawful police official who could teach me whatever she felt like as long as it didn't involve a controlled or restricted substance because I was a lawful resident of this domicile and Holiday could have a firearm with her at all times because that was part of her job description. 

They gave Zuiko the number of the county and city complaint lines if she wished to pursue the matter with the LAPD because there was nothing the Sheriff's department could do as long as I followed my end of the agreement. They rounded off the visit by giving polite good-byes to Dulce and Holiday, a grunt to 'Mom' and a thank you to me for the 'righteous drink and eats' that they are going to tell the other patrol units about.

I warn them to be careful because every service call earned Dulce another feet or shoulder massage from me. They told me to suck it up because I was a convict. We laughed -- we parted ways and Hotness was livid. I didn't think Zuiko knew how this game was played but when she got back from some therapeutic shopping, she found I'd moved in next door to Cybil's room on the second floor. I'd let her figure out that I was planning to get Scout to buy me a new computer on her credit card. If she knew of my purchases she might have attacked me.

Cracking Under the Pressure

It wasn't really my intention when I started out to sleep with my Stepmother -- not because of any fictitious familial tie and certainly not because she was married to my father, but because I didn't like the woman's personality and I thought no amount of available voluptuousness would compensate for that.

It turned out Ohlie could come three days a week to help me out but she promised to come by and use the pool as soon as her crappy schedule allowed. On the third day she was over, annoying Hotness, who decided to stick it out and see what real synergetic exercise was all about. After warming up, we practiced some KM then we went through our workouts before finishing with some jujitsu and finally synchronized centering techniques -- part Tai Chi and part modern dance.

Seriously, they taught this at the Y, but nowhere else either of us has heard of, and it was some of the best breathing and extension moves I'd ever seen. Perversely, doing it in close proximity to a flexible, intelligent, friendly woman was not a problem for me because I didn't concentrate on the boobs, crotch or face -- you felt their breathing and their muscles flexing and coiling.

The only flaw in all of this was the technique was this was mainly done in close contact either face to face, or front to back and if your partner had a tight, firm ass this could be a problem. I guess she could say that having a man whose flagship refused to obey signals was a problem too. Thankfully Holiday was a good sport about it.

"Hey," she chuckled the first time it happened there, "how many girls besides me can now look down the barrel of a .44 Magnum and be less than impressed." Ouch.

Two days later it was, "That's not a parole violation, that's a contravention of the Geneva Accords." 

"Funny like a crutch, bitch," I glowered back until we both broke out in laughter. "Don't you know it's attached at the hip?"

"More like tied around the waist and hitched at the hip -- bitch!" she giggled. I raised my hands in surrender after that. That's when we realize that 'Mom' was staring at us.

"I apologize Mrs. La Roche," Holiday backpedaled, "but Duke's equipment is ridiculously huge. It is a proven procedure to inject humor into situations that might otherwise be choked with sexual tension."

"Do you think my 'Son's' penis-size is a comedic matter?" Hotness said stiffly.

"Right now I think it is at 45 degrees and about to crest his waistband," Holiday smiled; a look which broadened as 'Mom's' eyes gravitated to the source of the dilemma. "When we are doing our dance routine and that monster starts riding up my damp ass-crack, I either joke about it or run screaming in terror."

"Thanks Ohlie," I jabbed my partner.

"Up my ass-crack," Hotness moaned softly. Holiday shot me a curious look to which I shrugged. Holiday kissed me on the forehead, per custom, gathered up her gym bag, a fresh water bottle and headed out the door.

"Was that Tai Chi?" Hotness murmured once we are alone.

"It is based on that," I softened since she'd shown actual interest. "It is based a tiny bit on kung-fu with equal parts Tai Chi and modern dance. It is actually a cool down technique that starts out moderately intense and winds its way down to very simple and energy conserving moves."

"You never told me you took dance," Hotness now looked back up at me.

"Had you told me it was dance when I was seventeen I would not have taken it," I confessed. "Ohlie snuck this up on me; I had a lot of rage and this gave me a tool for dealing with it."

"What were you angry about?" she asks with utter ignorance to events she was a part of. I wanted to strangle her at that moment.

"Let me see; the man who I was told was my Father would have rather I'd been aborted and his new wife wanted me to live on Pluto because the remotest region of Planet Earth was still too close," I explained as rationally as I could.

"That's just not so," Hotness now had the nerve to sound hurt by my accusation.

"What part did I miss about you not taking me to your house, home and hearth when my Mom was dying in that lonely hospital room?" I growled.

"You were an inconvenient distraction at that time -- your Father was conducting crucial research right then and his company needed his thoughts uncluttered," she stated firmly. This bitch was digging herself a hole and didn't even see it. She looked at me for understanding.

"Oh, I can see how things become inconvenient to my Father's life were business is concerned," I nodded deceptively. "He doesn't need things cluttering up his life, does he?" Now she nodded.

"Unfortunately, some parts of his life get ignored as he struggles to make the world a better place -- oh, I understand that perfectly," I looked sad, not totally freaking pissed off. "I worry about you, Zuiko, and Scout being neglected too. That isn't fair at all."

"Not fair? What are you talking about?" Zuiko seemed confused.

"Yes, I worry about some strange man coming into our home and taking advantage of Dad's absence, and you might feel compelled to do things -- on a genetically level that Dad wouldn't understand," I sounded concerned.

"What do you mean?" she balanced my postulation.

"Clearly he would be worried that someone outside of this house would test your loyalty to the family which is probably the real reason I'm here -- to keep the two of you safe," which I believed to be a complete and utter lie.

"Oh...I had never looked at it that way," she averted her gaze. "You are his genetic heir after all."

"So, you were interested in our cool-down technique -- what about it?" I changed the subject.

"Yes," she coughed, "that looked fun and -- safe to do." I had no idea how 'safe' got tagged in there but if it helped her justify rubbing up against me, so be it.

I position Hotness in front of me, facing away with her legs partially spread. She didn't recoil when I moved behind her, placed my right hand on her stomach and wrapped up our left hands together extended straight from her shoulder. My cock was pressing hard against her mid and lower back and she was resting the side of her head against my sweaty, somewhat broad chest. I was glad my heart wasn't pounding with barely contained lust.

"Okay," I began; "sweep our left arm up and over until the points of our fingers touch the top of your head." We completed the series of gestures until she got the principles of the slow, fluid hand movements. From there, we moved onto the steady, gentle footwork so that she was comfortable being against me.

"Wow," she looked over her shoulder and up at me, "this is fun."

"You are fun to teach, Hotness," I smiled back. For a moment she bristled at the name but she softened and muttered playfully,

"I guess it is my fault for not letting you use Mom, Mother, or Zuiko," she confessed.

This was the first mistake she's ever owned up to.

"Let us move our hands so that each rests on the hip -- like so," I renewed our routine. "Fingers down, palms against the side and push up as high as you can to the underarms." She liked that one as it brought both our hands along the sides of her breasts so we repeated it.

Every time we lowered our hands, I led them farther down along the crease of her thigh and torso. I wondered why Zuiko wasn't stopping me; instead she began pushing up with her toes while pressing her body, namely her ass, against mine?? [against his crotch?]. Her hair was drawn together in a loose bun so when she rose up I was able to kiss her lightly on the neck.

Again she reacted positively, trapping my cock between her deliciously ass cheeks. I could not help myself from pressing my luck. I took my right hand from the hip across the belly button and up to the top her sternum then retreating down to her diaphragm once more. I repeated this move multiple times and each time I dragged her wrist over her tit. It was her own wrist so how could she claim I was molesting her?

I was moving our right hands from her right hip to her left, just below the belly button. Going 'what the hell', I made a lower circuit each pass until I dipped pasted the faint outline of her panty's waistband and could feel her pubic mound.

"You feel very tense," I lied. "Why don't you lean forward and I'll take care of the upper body movement.

"Okay," she moaned. Hotness didn't waist a second in starting to lean forward. I wrapped my right hand and forearm just below hips while my left kept up the sternum movements but slightly adjusting the path until the heel of my hand was making gentle, teasing movements over the now highly aroused left nipple.

Hotness let her body dangle down, her fingers almost on the mat.

"Oh, this stretching feels so, so good," she panted. "We should have done this..." she regaled me until I started rotating both of us at the hip. My cock is pressed tightly into her ass-crack.

She made these little 'humph's' as I wedged her panties and yoga pants deeper and deeper in and I began to man-handle her left breast.

"I -- we should stop," she panted, flushed and desperate.

"I understand," I said softly. "Take my left hand first," I directed so I could better balance us. Then I reached out with right so that she was completely perpendicular to my crotch. I let us rock back and forth three times with Hotness's breathing becoming more labored.

"I'm pulling you up, moving you from left to right," I informed her. She humped me backwards and I decided not to notice. We made it to the 270 degree mark when she was slightly against me. At the same time her feet gave out and she slid down my body until my cock was once more brushing her lower back.

"Now arms out to ninety degrees -- 180 degrees -- 270 degrees," I went on. Now I had her totally wrapped up in my arms in a huge bear hug. I kissed her on the top of her head then let her go; my arms going to my side and I backed away.

"That was fantastic Zuiko," I grinned. "Now I need to take a cold, cold shower or I'm going to be a very irresponsible boy...and it is entirely your fault."

"What?" she mumbled as she turned to face me and my cast-iron friend. "Oh," she looked at my package. I turned, walked up to her, barely giving Zuiko time to put her arms to her side. I leaned in, Zuiko took a half-step back and bent her back as if she was avoiding me but I was more interested in grabbing two handfuls of ass cheek and lifted her face to mine.

"Dad would want me to take care of you and protect you Zuiko," I whispered. "I can't protect you if I don't know what you need, do you understand?"

"Yes," she gulped. "We need to get to know each other better."

"I am glad we can agree on that," I quietly responded. The first kiss fell on her jawline close to her left ear. I kissed my way down her jawline toward her chin then descending her neck to the scoop of her shirt.

"I really need that shower," I informed Zuiko as I put her down and turned away.

"Oh...okay," she stuttered. I made my way up to my cold shower but I had a feeling that she'd be running off to a cold shower of herself as well. Breakfast was amusing as Zuiko kept sneaking looks my way when she thought Maria wasn't looking.




The Other Child Ch. 02



After breakfast I helped clean up a little so Maria struck up a conversation.

"So," Maria smirked, "are you going to put a spring in her stride and remove the scorpion from her tongue?"

"A scorpion on her tongue would make a few -- things distractingly dangerous," I winked. "So, what chores am I doing today?"

"Hernando is pruning five trees back of the Guest House, so..." she offered me.

"Right, dragging limbs to the wood chipper," I sighed over dramatically.

"I know why you do this Duke," Maria informed me. "You don't want to be like your Father and Mrs. Zuiko and Cybil so you help out around the house. We indulge you."

"Thanks Maria, "I chuckled.

"We don't want you becoming like them either," Maria smirked.

Breakthrough

It was Saturday morning and I figured that I'd be alone in the workout room but I was so wrong. I was still stretching out when Hotness appeared. She fidgeted around one of the bikes until I had finished. Once I headed for my leg presses Zuiko cleared her throat and rocked back onto her heels.

"Can I help you Hotness?" I stopped and regarded her. She flushed a bit in anger at my chosen name for her but only a bit.

"I'm -- I'm ah -- I'm not sure if I'm warming up properly," she stammered.

"Well, let's go through your routine and see if I can show you anything," I nodded. "You are in great shape."

"I do work out almost every day," Mom bragged. "I am glad my -- um -- it shows." I directed Zuiko to lie down. I put her fully reclined left leg between my knees then I slowly pushed her right leg up. My first few passes stretched the muscles in the calf and thigh then I began to massage those muscles, squeezing them between my thumbs and fingers then working circles firmly into her flesh.

"Let me know when my touch causes you too much discomfort," I soothed her. My fingers came down to the bend in her knee, left hand on the outside and my right on the inside of the thigh. I expended half a minute working down to the edge of her hip and the crux of her thigh and cunt.

"How does this feel? Should I continue?" I prodded. Her head went from side to side but,

"Yes," she panted, "Yes, yes."

I took that to be her giving carte blanch, so I took it. Bending her knee, I pushed her leg back with my shoulder.

My left hand snaked around her leg and started rubbing her stomach while the right went for the prize of her love triangle. I finished by massaging down the remainder of her thigh and seamlessly transfer over to her pubic mound. I anticipated Hotness's call to stop but I was keeping the momentum so completely all she did was moan wantonly.

Her stomach undulated as my left hand proceeded pasted her diaphragm to her right breast -- shit she was not wearing a bra underneath her tight turquoise yoga suit. A quick pass of my right hand revealed no panties line. Zuiko's hands began clinch into a ball by dragging her fingernails over the floor mats into a tight fist then relaxing only to repeat the action.

I kept such a gentle touch on Hotness's honey spot that I was able to detect her excited nub and start rubbing it before she even noticed.

"Is this part -- gasp -- part of a warming up regimen?" she struggled to get out between baited breaths.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Zuiko. This is foreplay -- sexual foreplay," I informed her.

"Oh -- oh -- oh," she panted, "we can't do this Duke; I'm your Mother."

I twirled her right nipple and upped the grinding of my fingers against her clit while rubbing up and down her pussy lips. I could feel the stickiness of her vagina through the thin fabric.

"With all the trouble that life has caused you recently, do you want me to be your Son, or maybe, this once, something different," I replied in a husky tone that alerted me to how badly I wanted her at that moment.

"We -- we shouldn't," she moaned. "We shouldn't -- but, just this once?"

"I'm not sure I can," I led her on.

"What do you mean -- you said," she pleaded.

"What if you are the best sex I've ever had Zuiko," I taunted her. "Once might not be enough."

"We would have to try," Zuiko finally met my gaze, "to be sure that this was the only time, okay?"

"But we can see how much we want each other and go from there, do you promise?" I countered. I've been working her over with my fingers the entire time that we've been talking.

"Okay," she gasped, "this once and if we both feel it is necessary to...um -- make our relationship stronger -- we could try a second time. I don't want to cheat on Denis with -- ah -- with someone not in the family."

I adapted to her dwindling resistance by positioning my body over her and stole a kiss from her lips. She had closed her eyes for the first few kisses but around kiss five she looked at me and smiled. By the tenth kiss she had placed her arms on my shoulders so she could pull me down into one lasting embrace.

Hotness had splayed her legs open but started to drag her ankles along my calves on the way to my thighs, which allowed me to drop and drag my cock onto her clit over and over again. I rested on my elbows and slipped the yoga suit straps off the shoulders and started pulling them down until her breasts are almost totally exposed and her arms trapped to her sides.

I yank her top down so quick her breasts quaked and jiggled. I latched onto the left breast, I sucked on it ravenously. Zuiko gave a sharp intake of breath which turned into a yelp when I jumped onto her right tit and bit lightly down on the other nipple. She started wiggling out of her straps so I lent her a hand to release her right arm.

In the fastest, most athletic move I'd ever seen Zuiko make, she reached across our chest to work her yoga suit off her left arm then pushed the whole thing as far south as she could in our current positions. I sped the proceedings along by moving my body onto its knees and together we pulled her suit passed her butt, up her thighs and all the way off in one rapid motion.

Zuiko clawed at the lacings of her shoes; I did the same with mine as well as shed my shorts. I dropped back toward Hotness but fell short, causing her to pout. My target was her pussy alright but not with my cock -- getting your step-mom pregnant was one of the surest ways to get booted from the house. Zuiko was still trying to draw me up for some face-time when encircled her clit with my tongue and tantalized that feminine cluster of nervous pleasure.

"No, no, no," she groaned. "I want your cock."

"I don't know if you are on birth control Hotness," I replied between lapping her cunt's juices.

"Oh, I have a pack in my -- ah -- gym bag," Zuiko sounded guilty as hell, "in case Cybil said she needed some."

"You had better go get one," I suggested. At first, Zuiko was hesitant but nuzzling along the thigh next to her pussy brought her up and scampering toward her gym bag. She knelt down, pulled out the box triumphantly only to realize I had stealthily moved behind her. I picked her up by the underarms and directed her toward the closest wall.

As she took those steps toward the wall, Hotness lapsed into a daze so that I had to kiss her neckline multiple times to return her to attentiveness.

"We'll need a condom," I whispered, "so you need to open the box and pull one out."

"Oh yes," she murmured. She tried to be kind to the box lid for about five seconds then she tore it off. Hotness tore off a condom packet so violently she ripped open the one below it.

Zuiko was working off the unopened packet so I tapped her and pointed to the opened one on the floor. She bent over to get it and I moved in with my cock penetrating deep between her legs. 

"Put it on," I recommended. She toyed with the condom until she found the proper way to put on the device. She seemed to relish the feel of the latex and gel onto my raging hot rod. I put my right hand on the back of her neck and the left on her hip.

She gave a delicious little murmur followed by a grunt as I pushed her upper body at the wall. She extended her arms to the wall, stopping her forward progress by putting her palms against the padded wall. She looked over her shoulder at me, her bun a total wreck and her judgment clearly overwhelmed with the lust coursing through her veins.

I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, coating it thoroughly with her vaginal fluids. Zuiko pushed up and back trying to lure my cock inside of her. I decided that teasing her about her previous history didn't get me anything. Instead I gave her what she wanted; I inserted my penis between her labia and pressed forward.

Hotness was sopping wet, so entry was not a problem but, Man o man, she was super-tight. I was not deterred; I grabbed hold of both hips, pushed myself forward while simultaneously pulling her in.

"Oh, oh, it's too big," she begged but I keep at it, "Please Duke, it is tearing me up inside."

"Isn't this what you wanted; to have your cunt pounded raw and filled up with as much as you could handle?" I confronted her.

"No, I wanted to keep Cybil safe from you," she groaned. "I was afraid you would do to Cybil what you did to Jacye."

"So you enjoyed watching Jacye and I on the sofa?" I taunted her.

"NO -- I mean..." Zuiko struggled to find the words. I slammed the last few inches in and made her squeal in both pain and delight.

"She could take it all in so why can't you? Are you going to let some teenage tramp give me more fulfilling sex than my own step-mom?" I challenged her.

"I can take it," she rasped. "Promise me you won't do this with Cybil." I gently moved in and out of her love hole for over a minute before giving her my counter-offer.

"The next time we make love," I offered, "she has to watch. If you can then convince us both, I'll stay away from your precious daughter -- deal?"

"That's not fair," she whined. I was really pounding her now, my balls slapping her clitoris as I drove my shaft deeper and deeper inside. Hotness was even angling her hips for the deepest penetrations possible.

I had even grabbed her shoulder with my left hand, pulling her back as I drove forward. Her argument was lost as she first hissed from deep within her lungs then she yowled loud enough to cause ringing in my ears. I was relentless and soon little pools of dripping pussy juice had formed around her toes. Still Zuiko gave her inexperienced all to our love-making efforts.

She kept pushing back through my use of my first condom and almost my second before she finally began a deep exhausted moaning.

"Too much," she panted, "It aches too much; stop, please stop." I shot cum several times, keeping still then then pulled out with a rather loud 'pop'. A steady flow of fluids that I had trapped above cock in her vagina came out, further soaking the mat we had stood up. I quickly tied off and disposed of the condom.

I left her propped up against the wall as I ran to get two towels and a large bottled water. I laid out the towels; swept up Zuiko into my arms as if she was a child, and placed her tenderly on the dry area. Once she was situated I opened the bottle top and handed her the water.

"You are definitely better than any high school girl I've ever had," I commented with a smile. 

She grinned back wearily.

"I only did this for Cybil's sake," Zuiko reiterated. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep my daughter safe." It was a passionate argument that was only ruined by it being patently false.

"So you are willing to have sex in front of Cybil to let her know you are the dominant woman in this household?"

"If that's what it takes," Zuiko trembled; both fearful and fearfully aroused, "for Cybil's sake."

That hypocrisy nearly choked the enjoyment out of the act with Hotness for me. "I think we are both warmed up," I changed the subject, "let's start our workouts."

"Oh!" Zuiko groaned and flopped down on the mat, staring at the ceiling.

"Come on now," I teased her -- no pain, no gain, "Think about the rub down you will be getting once we are finished."

"Hmmm," Hotness' groan became a sensual moan, "I could use a rubdown. Fine, I'll get dressed and finish this routine but I expect results when this is over." She did manage to right herself and get dressed.

Her exercise was agony for her and I could hardly say I had much sympathy for her plight. Zuiko spent the last twenty minutes of my workout trying to slack off but I kept her honest by suggesting she coast on the bike machine. Our cool down technique did nothing to quench her inner fire. I still had a few more buttons to push.

"We don't have a broad, flat, cushioned space for a rubdown," I pointed out. "We could forego the massage right now, or we can use the pool house, my bedroom, or your suite." Of course, she was giving every signal that she wanted to get the rubdown and more, plus she was afraid of using the room next to her daughter's room in case we vocalized loudly.

"Let's go to my room," Hotness whispered for no good reason I could fathom. I nodded, went to the door and let her lead the way. If Zuiko thought she was getting away with something, she was sorely mistaken. The house had two maids (upstairs and downstairs), a cook, and two groundskeepers during the daylight hours (6 am to 9 pm).

The rest of the La Roche family did nothing for themselves and treated the 'servants' as if they were invisible unless a family member wanted them for something. As far as I had been let in by Maria, everyone knew what everyone else was doing all the time; keeping track of the La Roche's was child's play in comparison.

The race up the stairs was hilarious in its attempt to be covert. I caught sight to Dulce sneaking a peek out of my room as we circled the second story landing on the way to the third floor. There as another bedroom passed mine. Cybil's room would have given a better view but Scout was still sleeping in on this Saturday morning. There was even a fourth bedroom past Scout's.

Zuiko stumbled into her own room, giggling continuously. I stopped long enough to shut the door. She half-turned to me with a look of giddy elation on her face as she peeled the yoga suit off her sweaty body. I stripped faster and closed the distance so I could get behind her.

"Hey?" she gasped as I put my left hand on her shoulder and my right on her hip, maneuvering toward the bed ahead of me. "What are you doing?" she sounded curious and a little worried. 

Once bedside, I gently pushed her forward.

"Oh," she snickered. She propped one knee up on the bed and let her body topple until she had to catch herself on her palms. First I slipped on a condom then I applied with my hands a steady pressure to each ass cheek, coaxing her to walk on her hands and knees to the center of the bed.

I was right behind her, wedging Hotness's legs apart and petting her kitty from clit to pericardium.

"Oh -- that feels so nasty," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me." I started running two fingers in her cunt, two over her clit and a thumb tapping her anus. She wiggled her ass playfully in return.

"What was you first husband like?" I figured this would be the best time to have her loose enough for me to learn anything about her. I shouldn't have worried.

"Oh -- ummm -- my first husband was fifty-six when we were married," Zuiko confessed. "He tried to be vigorous but he was never creative and his heart was not well." I thought that was code for premature ejaculation.

"I hope he gave you more of the attention you deserve," I flattered her. I didn't feel too bad about it as I really did want to give her the attention she deserved aka screw her to the mattress.

"No," Hotness nearly wept, "I swear I've tried everything but after those two times on our honeymoon he is simply too tired. We have had sex only once in three years." I positioned my rod at the entrance to her womb and gently pushed in. "Oh God," she sang out with pleasure.

"Do you like this dick?" I taunted. "Do you want to get fucked with it? Do you want to own this dick?"

"Yes," she responded then she added stronger and stronger, "Yes! Yes!"

"Are you going to want this tomorrow -- and Monday too?" I questioned.

"Oh God yes," she panted. "I want us to be closer -- much closer."

"So you don't want the Sheriff's department to drag me away?" I pressed her. "You don't want to put me in prison?"

"No, you can stay," she yelped as I plumbed her depths to the utmost. My cock was being grappled by her cervix once more and it was squeezing me to death with revenge as a motive.

"I don't want you to ever go," Hotness gutturally moaned. At this moment I could be celebrating my possession of the Super-cock but the situation was really more complex than that. Zuiko was a thirty-seven year old housewife who had sex less than two dozen times her entire existance. She was feeling pretty cheated by life and was grasping at any illusion that would let her have some level of sexual fulfillment.

I was really beginning to up the tempo of my thrusts I into her. Zuiko hissed and grunted, eventually dropping to her elbows and finally just laying down with her ass stuck up in the air. I released her hips right then and began pinching and pulling her tender vibrant clitoris.

"Oh, oh baby," she squealed, "I can't keep going on. It's too much."

Before I could answer she bunched up the bed's comforter and bit down before she caterwauled her sexual release. For my part, I was relentless; hammering away time and time again until she erupted once more. She twisted her head around to look at me. She couldn't create any words but the tears in her eyes spoke volumes.

I slowed then stopped my pace allowing Zuiko to finally take a deep breathe. She languidly spread out on the bed with me on top of her. My cock still made one inch cyclic intrusions into her cunt. This was enough to keep her fluids flowing and moods simmering at the edge of lust.

"Good?" I whispered.

"Ummm; yes," she purred. "I'm glad we've become so close." Close...I'd banged her -- twice now but that hardly made us close, I thought. My hips rose up until my cockhead was poised upon her labia. Zuiko waggled her hips around so that her lips played across the tip of my rod. Her hands reached out for mine and hand in hand, snuggled them underneath her breasts.

Hotness' nipples played over my knuckles as we squeezed our hands between the comforter and her chest. Her legs bend at the knees and her heels start touching and stroking my thighs.

"Are you ready to make love some more...for the first half of this day?" I questioned her.

"Oh," she gave a heavenly pout, "do you have plans with someone else for today?"

"We gather at the pool at ten o'clock," I relayed. "Then after lunch I'm helping Donato replace some of the pipes in Greenhouse #3."

"Why would you want to do that?" Hotness hiccupped as I slipped her vagina a sudden few inches of cock. "I," she panted, "I mean that's what we pay them for."

"Donato has a wedding he would like to attend so I'm helping him finish early," I explained.

"Oh -- oh," Zuiko exhaled, "I would like to hold my stepson. You are so wonderful but all of your thrusting has left me sore."

"Well, I should give you a solid pounding real quick," I warned her. I picked up on my game, plucking at her nipples next to the sheets and biting her shoulder and neck. When she tilted her head aside I gave her an aggressive French kiss.

Hotness began making deeper and deeper grunting noises as I kept to my word and delved deep into her. Her ass cheeks quivered with each impact and her whole body began to shiver. When she gave out a loud whimper I gave out a throaty, primal growl and shot my semen into the condom. I also bit down on Hotness' shoulder, marking her with my teeth.

Zuiko squealed again and she followed me down the expressway to sexual climax. She screamed into the sheets and vibrated her posterior against my mostly solid shaft. With the last twitch of my penis, I rolled off Zuiko and lay on my back next to her. She was gulping for air with her eyelids flickering so I took a rather fatigued moment to pull off my condom and tied it off yet again.




The Other Child Ch. 02



As I finished that little detail, Hotness dragged her body to drape over mine.

"I always feared I'd had an orgasm and hadn't realized it," she said as she kissed my left nipple. "Now I know what one feels like and I've had my first two today -- wonderful."

"Well, I'll let you think about that this afternoon when I'm going to be cooking inside that greenhouse; getting all hot and sweaty with not a girl around." I kissed her on the temple and stroked her left side from the top of the shoulder, down her back ribs and stopping at her hip.

"I haven't taken advantage of you, have I?" Zuiko asked softly out of the blue. I had to think about what lying angle to use.

"No," I answered with confidence. "You know Dad values your happiness, right?"

"Yes," her answer was far less than enthusiastic.

"And I've made you very happy, right?" I continued.

"Yes," she was much surer with that answer.

"And since Dad is very bright he must have planned this out -- for you and me to find happiness in each other's bodies, right?" I smiled at her.

"Oh," she nodded with more assurance. Now for the nail in the coffin.

"Besides, the only alternative would be to think that he didn't care about either of us and he had left us here to fend for ourselves, me without a Father, and you without a husband to support your defense of your daughter," I laid out the 'truth' as I knew it to be; our scapegoated 'lie'.

"Oh," she said in a tiny voice, "he wouldn't do that to me." Clearly she knew now that he had abandoned her to struggle on alone and unsupported; Dad -- you bastard.

"So you see that in his wisdom and in our youthful needs, we are supposed to sexually comfort one another," I stroked her hair. "It is the only thing that makes sense."

"But not Cybil," she rubbed her hand over my chest.

"You agreed she could watch next time," I brought up.

"I..." she muttered. I rolled Hotness onto her back and looked into her eyes.

"I've had plenty of girlfriends," I said because some people believed that all us low class people did was hang around and screw, "but never a high class lady like you."

"Aaahhh," she purred as I continued to stroke her.

"But Cybil is turning out to be a high class lady too, like her friend Jacye," I now teased. "And we've just established that Dad wants us to take care of each other."

"Did he mean -- I'm - you are not giving me a chance," Hotness pleaded.

"I think I just gave you one chance already this morning and you impressed the hell out of me, Hotness," I kissed her forehead. "You did wear me out, didn't you?"

Her mouth opened in further protests but they died unspoken. Instead a smile creased her lips and she curled into me.

"I did, didn't I," she mused to herself as much as me.

We cuddled together for five minutes but finally the desire to shower overcame the warm, cozy aspects of our company. I sat up and dumped my condom in the trash bin.

"You shouldn't dump that in here," Hotness referenced the used condom. "The staff might notice and put things together." I laughed.

"Do you seriously think they don't know what we have been doing half this morning?" I shook my head in amusement. "Trust me, they know."

"Will they tell Denis?" Hotness propped herself up and looked worried.

"No because they want to keep their jobs," I explained. "You take their discretion for granted but they don't. If you think you can't trust them, you would replace them wouldn't you?"

"Yes -- I guess," she thought it over. "I see your point."

"I'm glad you see that," I put on my shorts and t-shirt. "You might consider complimenting Maria on a meal from time to time."

The look she gave me told me she'd consider it about five seconds after I left but I did believe I had making progress in creating a kinder, gentler Step-Mom. All in all, it had been a hell of a morning. I'd figure out how to approach Scout this evening.



The Other Child Ch. 03



*Living in close quarters is the quickest route to trouble*

Thanks to Shawhollow for the edit and Talonwolf story help

(This tale uses racial stereotypes for the sake of the story; these are not things I hold to be true)



The pool was exceptionally easy this time because Scout gifted with me three swimsuits earlier in the week. As she said, a suitably clad brother was better than no brother at all – what a joker. While Hotness was sunbathing she did a rather poor job of acting like nothing happened between us. Not once did she howl out my name for being too close or speaking to or ogling Scout which surely sunk the ruse.

For my part, I wanted Cybil to know something was going on, so when we went for our 10:30 smoothie break, I asked Zuiko what she wanted. She gave her order after a drawn out moment of lowering her sunglasses and letting her eyes roam up and down my bod. In the kitchen, Maria couldn't help but chortle.

"We are using a new air-freshener down stairs in the workout area," she snorted.

"I hadn't noticed," I nonchalantly went about helping put the drinks together.

"You should notice tomorrow – I just put them in this morning," she gleefully informed me, "after you...finished up."

"I've decided that I'm going to help Mom – work out – some issues with her exercise regimen, so it might be a bit – intense down there," I kept grinning.

"Dulce honestly believed you'd finally had enough and were strangling the life out of her," Maria snickered.

"Oh please," I waved my hands about dramatically, "Zuiko is all about unexpected kindness and unrealized passion."

"Doesn't that mean she's shallow and has a willingness for sexual experimentation," Maria chortled deeply. I bowed my head to Maria.

"I bow to your superior mastery of innuendo, Senora Maria," I acknowledged. I scoped out our three drinks and headed back out poolside.

"Madame Z," I offered Hotness her icy beverage with a new title.

"No," Zuiko waggled her drink in my face, showing her disapproval for my latest name for her. "For now I think we are stuck with the 'H' word."

"Yes Hotness," I nodded. "Not Smoking Hotness?" I whispered. Her eyes studied me and a delicious twist came to her lips but she gave no answer. I joined Scout in the water, our drinks on a floating cushion. It wasn't like Scout had to clean the pool if something dropped in – I knew that was Javier's job because I'd bothered to ask.

"You and Mom seem to be getting along," Scout teased me. I looked totally innocent of course.

"Maybe she's luring me into a false sense of security, so she can knock me out and take me beyond my ankle bracelets range so the Sheriff can come take me away," I postulated.

"It's the 'knock you out' part of the plan that interests me the most," Scout giggled. Again, I was totally at a loss for what she was insinuating. "Should I check you out for vulnerabilities?"

"Sure, if that includes some laps in the pool," I suggested. Scout answered that with a big splash of water in my face (and subsequently flashing me with her bountiful bikini shot) then started our laps. I destroyed her. Okay, I would have destroyed her if her feet, legs, ass and mid-waist had not been constantly in the path of my strokes.

Ten laps and Scout declared her victory for all to hear.

"I win, I win; Scout paddles Duke in Epic Encounter!" she bounced up and down in the shallow – and bounced and flounced. "What do I win?" I had to think of something that didn't include an immediate, Zuiko-observable, reproach.

"You get to pick the first game tonight for our first ever Family Movie Night," I offered both the reward and the notion of us having a Family Movie Night. Being tied to an ankle bracelet left me with very limited social options.

"I'll have to think of something creative," she purred as her fingers ran along the top of my swim trunks.

First Family Movie Night

The biggest problem with Dad's entertainment room was that he had bought five TV satellite systems with nutty things like every sports package offered. Hell, with one our sports packages I could have watched Latvia versus Lithuania – the Titans of Baltic Coast (yes, I had to look that up) duking it out in soccer to see who played Poland (the winner) or Russia (the loser).

When Hotness and Scout came back from changing for bed they argued playfully; a revelation came to me. Dad wasn't a total dick-wad for ignoring all the people in his life. Dad couldn't say 'no' for long – to anybody; witness the colossal TV packages. The only person who had respected and not abused that weakness was my Mom but when he refused to say 'no' to the people he worked with she had to cut him loose.

Then one day, Zuiko must have put him in the same situation – she badgered him into marrying her and I was getting the idea that she hadn't clued on to that weakness yet. Dad's coping mechanism was to not answer the phone, or his e-mails, if he was afraid they might be unpleasant. In general people ignored this because Dad was brilliant and hard-working.

I was still deciding if that was something I could forgive Dad for when the ladies chose and overruled me into watching the Time Traveler's Wife. Now I could have acted out as a spoiled child but I had a game plan that didn't involve upsetting either lady. So after a little tussle over who got the popcorn – me or the help – we dimmed the lights and dialed up the movie.

I quickly slid to the floor then stretched out on my stomach leaving Zuiko and Cybil sitting on the overstuffed sofa, resting on the armrests. For the first few minutes all was good then I made my move. First I flexed my buttocks, waited a second or two then rolled onto my side and reached down and 'adjusted' my member. The crunching of popcorn behind me subsided before stopping all together.

"Duke, are you okay?" Hotness gulped.

"Absolutely– Zuiko," I answered but didn't look back. "I thought I wouldn't like the movie but it's moving."

"How about we pause the show and have our first game of the night?" Scout popped up.

Now I did look behind me. Hotness looked on dubiously but Scout looked at me mischievously with a faint air of smug satisfaction.

"The first game is Bronco Ride," Cybil announced happily. "Each of the La Roche women will sit on your back. Duke, you will be on all fours and try to buck us off. The winner gets to pick the next game."

"Do I have to beat one of you, or both of you to be declared the winner?" I grinned at Scout.

"I'm sure that Mom and I can beat you so if you somehow beat either of us, you get the next choice for the game," Cybil allowed. After that, a quick game of rock-scissors-paper put Hotness on top of me first.

She kvetched and argued about how unseemly this whole affair was but that didn't stop Zuiko, in her white with a hint of pink Teddy from mounting me as I rose up on all fours.

"I'm not sure about this," she protested.

"Grab me around my shoulders to balance yourself, take your feet off the ground then hang on; got it?" I advised.

"I – I guess so," she murmured. She took the handholds and rested her crotch on my lower back but was balanced too far forward.

"Let me stretch my back," I requested of Mom before arching my back. She lowered her body as I did so, pressing her breasts and tight nipples into my flesh – I was only wearing shorts; no shirt.

My first buck caught Hotness off-guard and she tumbled forward but not all the way off. After that, she never stood a chance and three thrusts of the hips and she tumbled to the far side of me on to her back. Her quick dismount clearly shocked her. I rolled over on top of her, judging her ardor by the reaction I got.

When you are engaged in foreplay and a woman falls beside you; that could be an invitation to roll on top. If she claps her knees together and fends you away from her breasts, she's only playing. If she simply clasps her knees tightly but leaves her arms loosely close to her chest, she wants to play and see how good your game is.  

If those legs open up and her arms either drop by her side or wrap you up, she's ready and willing to be impressed. Hotness had her legs open and her arms laid at her sides. I didn't slam into her – my body covered the last few inches slowly.

"I think you won," she gulped.

"I certainly think so, Hot -" I stopped. "Nobody move," I cautioned. "I think a clasp to one of Zuiko's earrings has popped loose. Let me find it." Not my best excuse for malfeasance but I had the idea that Mom was looking for a dangerous bit of conduct.

"Oh, okay," Zuiko responded with a tremble.

I shimmied over her body then lowered my head to her ear.

"We will have to have sex in front of Cybil soon because your looks are burning me up inside," I whispered. My hand patted the carpeted floor as if I was looking for something.

"I didn't really agree to that, did I?" she responded quietly back.

"What was that Mom?" Cybil teased.

"I found it," I interrupted. I pushed up and 'handed' the item to Zuiko while hiding her body from Scout's sight. Zuiko never gave a reply. She scrambled back to her seat and restarted the movie.

"My turn," Scout exulted much to Hotness's despair. "Assume the position Horsy!" I obediently want back on all fours as Zuiko stopped the film but watched us intently from her sofa perch. Scout dropped down on my back just above the hips then wrapped her left arm around my stomach and with her right attempted to grapple me in a chokehold.

"Ready, set," Cybil began.

"Go!" I preempted her. In a flash I created a body bridge, which caused her to slide forward but also resulted in her to strangling me with her panicky right arm hold. That was a failing strategy (to flip her forward) so I went in the other direction. I collapsed into a fetal ball and – and rolled over on her. 

I know; not a very 'bronco' move but I was trying to get some sex here and that forgives multiple sins while birthing others. Scout grunted then gave a squeak as I kept rolling until I could push up sharply like an armadillo saying hello to a car right before it dies. Cybil didn't topple off, but she was listing hard to port and never fully recovered.

I swung around, hopping up and down, more like a bull-riding exhibition than something horse-powered. I got her, though, with a jerk one way then rolling the other and off she went. During this, Cybil's Power Puff Girl shirt rolled up exposing her midriff. I launched myself on her belly and blew as loudly as possibly on the spot right below the navel.

"No! Aaahhh, stop it," Scout giggled while acting like she was trying to push me off. "Mom!"

"Duke...Duke get off of her," Hotness requested somewhat confused. I reacted by blowing even louder and walking my moist kisses around her belly button.

"Mom," Scout gasped between bouts of laughter, "he's killing me."

"Duke – now you stop that," Zuiko demanded with more authority. I refused to obey, instead nestling my lips between Scouts firm breasts, grabbing some fabric between my teeth and working it back and forth like a rabid dog.

"Help me!" Scout hiccupped with hilarity. "He's lost it. He's tearing my clothes off." 

Scout even flailed at me somewhat convincingly. This brought Zuiko off the sofa and to the point where she grabbed my left shoulder and was trying to pull me off. That made it too easy to divert her energy to our left. A gentle push ended with Cybil on the floor and me on top of her once more. 

She squeaked as I bore in to the passage between her largish bosoms, bit into the flimsy material and shook them like I meant it. She kept squealing, half in arousal and half in terror until my fingers found the spots under her ribs. Her laughter soon echoed out of the room but before she collapsed into a bundle of nerves, Cybil grappled me from behind and yanked me away. (Okay, I played along with her little scheme)

I twisted us around as we rolled on the floor quickly enough that someone might think she meant to push one breast after the other in my face.

"Mom," Cybil giggled loudly. "Help me! Help me! He's breaking loose." She grabbed my wrists and tried to raise them over our heads. 

Holding me back alone was not very feasible for Scout but Mom heard her plea and jumped in on my shins (Ouch!). Cybil propelled my arms higher and wiggled her sweet bottom onto my chest.

"Bad Horsy," Scout chastised me. "No more horse-cock fun for you tonight." Horse-cock...did she really have to go there? I mean, I'm sensitive about my penis size in the same way a blonde with 42DD tits worries about those twin peaks being the sole reason people want to spend time with her.

I kept up the struggle despite the name-calling for two reasons. It would only take three of my thrusts of the hips to deposit her thinly defended pussy on my tongue. Then there was the fact that Hotness was delivering hesitant strokes to my cock which had long since become aroused. The more Cybil and I fought, the more vigorous Hotness's attentions became.

The sharp intake of breath clued Scout that something was going on down below and out of sight. She suddenly let go of my wrists and raised her upper body up to a perpendicular to my collarbones. 'Touch me' she mouthed. My hands jumped at the opportunity. The left hand snaked along her thigh until I touched her sizzling hot pussy.

She gave a delightful little 'umpfh' and bit her upper lip. She arched her eyebrows as my right hand cupped her left breast and took in its youthful vitality. No droop – Scout had been taking care of her body even better than Zuiko.  Scout 'dismounted' before I could slip a finger or three inside her pajama bottoms.

"Alright, I guess this still counts as a win for my Brother," Scout sighed while giving me a sultry licking of the lips. Zuiko shoved my cock back inside my shorts before Cybil could turn around and scurried back to her seat. Cybil, on the other hand, sashayed slowly to her side of the sofa making sure to give each solid ass cheek a delightful shift inside her painfully tight shorts.

How Hotness planned to keep me out of Cybil's ravenous clutches was beyond me. She wasn't getting help from my direction; that was for sure. I imagine driving me into sexual exhaustion was one avenue that she might take but I really didn't want to be reduced to Zuiko's sex toy; I had wider horizons.

Five minutes in, Cybil nudged me with her big toe. I shot a look back her way and caught her chewing on her thumb. Now that she had my attention she slowly began to suck on, and suck in her thumb until the digit was gone along with half of the meat of the palm ~ four inches maybe. I was left watching Scout performed fellatio on her thumb to Heaven while she kept her eyes on Hotness.

Zuiko couldn't catch us at it but she knew something sensual was getting past her guard.

"Duke, why don't you come sit on the sofa with us?" Mom requested in that eternal parental way that wasn't a request. That wasn't what got me off the carpet though. I returned to the sofa but instead of sitting, I laid my body out – head in Hotness's lap and feet stretching out to reach Cybil but failing by inches – as I said earlier, this sucker is bigger than every bed I've ever slept in except my new one here and, of course, Hotness's – though I didn't sleep in hers.

My head came to rest on Hotness's thighs as she gently stroked my hair. My head was turned to the side, theoretically watching how sucky it has to be to be married to someone with a bizarre super-power. I let Scout think she snuck up on me as she grabbed my feet and put them in her lap, or more appropriately, put one in her lap and one under her lap.

"Cybil," Zuiko admonished. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure he can't escape us Mother," Cybil teased back. "Now he's stuck and has to do what we say." Ah, I don't think so,' I internally dialogued then Cybil rotated my trapped foot into very warm, damp patch of clothing with a camel toe feel to it.

See, Zuiko was wearing a Teddy that I doubted had much mileage do to Dad's avoidance of all kinds of stress. Scout was wearing a green t-shirt with Buttercup of the Power Puff Girls (and there was clearly nothing underneath) plus darker green pajama shorts that accentuated her buttocks and crotch into divine curves and angles.

Five minutes into this round I settled on a plan.

"I'm a bit tired ladies," I yawned. "I'm going to just lie here and you can wake me when we are done and we can do the last game." I rolled on my side, facing the TV. Scout flipped the room remote control and the lights dimmed out.

First I began vibrating my big toe against the crotch of Cybil's shorts. I tried to move a hand up Hotness's inner legs but she clamped her knees shut. In a new stratagem, I began rubbing the back of her knee in small circles. Even as her legs opened, Scout put her hand in my foot's arch and pressed my vibrating toe deep into the meat of her pussy.

Zuiko's thigh opened up enough for me to slide a hand inside but a better idea occurred to me.

"Zuiko, can I rest my head on your stomach?"

"Um...okay," she mumbled.

"Swing your leg over – I won't look – and I'll just drift off to sleep," I lied.

"I – um – behave yourself," she muttered, somewhat fearfully and excited. I moved my head enough for her leg to move around until it was resting along the back. I was good for the ten seconds it took to line my body and head up with her sacred place. The first kiss was very gentle and quiet.

"No," she whispered so I kissed again – once up top and again lower down.

"No," she persisted and this time she put her hand on my head. There was clearly no force or resolve in her hand because I was kissing and poking her with my nose. "No," she moaned.

"What was that Mom?" Cybil called out from the near darkness.

Zuiko's distraction allowed me to slip two fingers inside her band at the gusset from the side farther from my mouth. She tried to stop my fingers with her hand, succeeding for a while but I'd wiggle every time her grip let up and I was finally able to stick my middle finger into her inferno molten folds.

"No," she wailed softly as all resistance failed. Hotness opened her legs wider and even held the band up so my fingers could twist around more effectively. Soon I had her Teddy's undergarment totally out of the way. I was running grooves along her slit with my tongue, lapping up her hot juices and causing her to moan and squirm.

"Mom, what was that?" Cybil huffed. She was giving my toe a workout but had greater ambition. Recall, the light was dim but enough to make out shapes. Zuiko responded by closing her eyes and 'staring' at the ceiling. That seemed to be the break Scout was looking for – she grabbed my shorts and pulled them down with a great yank.

Hotness was slow in responding, Scout got her lips to my throbbing cock and I couldn't help but moan cockily.

"Cybil, what are you doing?" Hotness hissed, finally acknowledging what was happening.

"I'm seeing if I can get this whole thing down my throat," Cybil was unapologetic.

I sucked Hotness's clit between my teeth and waggled it back and forth with my dentistry and tongue. Hotness's hand in my hair clenched but didn't yank me away.

"Oh God!" Zuiko panted. "Oh God."

"You go Bro," Scout told me but taunted her mother. Further mockery was dismissed by Scout beginning to inhale my cockhead and an inch or so of my cock.

"It's such a big damn hunk of salami," Scout slobbered. Why can't girls call my cock a 'pleasant mouthful' or 'the meal of the day'? I grunted because teasing aside, Scout's lush lips had been around a cock or four if I had my guess by the technique of her tongue slathering my shaft.

"Cybil – don't – don't – don't hurt yourself," Hotness panted.

I knew I was taking a risk taking my tongue from Zuiko's honey pot but I had to do this. I just had to.




The Other Child Ch. 03



"Hotness, why don't you hold Scout's hair out of the way so she doesn't swallow any by accident," I mumbled yet seduced her.

"No, I could – n't," her chest heaved even as she pushed up and forward. I moved more to my back and kept pace with her cunt as it moved over me. It was tasty and my delving tongue let Hotness know.

"Baby, you shouldn't be giving your brother head but – be careful with the teeth," Zuiko cooed and brushed her daughter's hair back.

I managed to finally work a hand behind Hotness and massage her toned ass cheek. It was an appreciative gesture. She was proud of her body and now that I'd 'succumbed' to her charms, she wanted me to stay succumbed. With her feeling more at ease, Zuiko pulled back her daughter's hair into a ponytail, acquiescing to the younger woman's desires.

A serious gag-reflex let me know that Scout, for all her ambition, wasn't deep-throating me tonight but it now gave us a mutual goal to aim for. 

"You don't want to be doing this," Zuiko gasped. I could feel the twisting tremors of her vagina about to erupt into her orgasm at the tip of my tongue.

"Don't choke Baby," she hiccupped. "He's so, so big. So – BIG!" she finished off screaming. Yeah, I know, it is a double standard; you don't want her telling you that you're too big but you want her screaming out how huge you are when she's going off like that. Zuiko's spasm caused her to sit up straight on my face and grind her pussy on my mouth.

I almost missed my cock popping out of Cybil's mouth and slapping against my stomach. Her body twisted around on my shins and ankles but then she was straddling me with her knees at my waist.

"Oh no," Zuiko groaned to Cybil.

"Oh yes," she moaned back as my slick spongy helmet touched her vulva. She had apparently become sexually stimulated in our earlier encounters because her fluids oozed out onto my cockhead. "Give me this bad boy," Cybil dug down deep erotically and let her vaginal passage relax enough to let me in.

"Don't do it Cybil," Zuiko tried to feebly shake her daughter, "your virginity."

"Mom, I haven't been a virgin for two years," Cybil exhaled.

"But – but – he's your brother – um – he'll hurt you inside," Hotness whined with more jealousy than worry. To mollify the situation I reached up with my free hand and scooped up her free-hanging breast.

Hotness placed her hand over mine but soon began moving it around for her own excitement, not to remove me. She was moving dynamically, two ways at once, right in front of Cybil. To emphasize how terribly wrong her efforts were going, Scout put one hand on ours, interlacing her fingers with mine as we petted her tit.

"Noooo," Zuiko wailed. "I'm a bad Mother."

"Get over it Mom," Cybil quieted her Mother. "It is all Duke's fault."

"It is?" Zuiko grasped at that straw.

'It is?' I thought. I was the prisoner in this house.

"Yes Mom; he looks so scrumptious – and lonely – and you only want to mother him," Cybil kept at it.

"I – well," Zuiko was coming around.

"You have to punish him and you are punishing him with our bodies, right Mom?" Scout cooed as my entire shaft bent slightly inside her damp warmth. "You have to wear him down so he doesn't misbehave."

"I do – um – and he satisfies me but I should be taking that for you," Zuiko was turning herself around back to the 'taking it for her daughter' routine. Cybil bounced up slowly a few times either to tease her mother or to show her she could take it.

"Mom," Cybil wept happily as I thrust up and willed my cock to throb inside of her tight, velvety cunt, "I can't leave you to take this all by yourself Mother (gasp) I'm afraid he'll wear you out."

"He can wear me out...for you honey; for you," Zuiko became hungrily insistent. I really wanted to pop up and say 'Bed time' right then in a rabid sense of perversity. Wisely I kept myself thrusting deeply into Cybil's tight, willing body and began kissing the upper, inner thighs of Zuiko, reminding her that I could still give her some orgasmic bliss from this end.

"Oh no you don't," Hotness declared. Her pussy quickly came down within reach and she even rocked it back and forth tantalizingly over my nose to show me how opposed she was to me lavishing her with more attention.

"Oh Duke, I can feel it at my belly button!" Scout shouted. Seriously? "Fill me up with your cum, you bastard!"

And here I thought Cybil was a sweet kind girl. Maybe she still was – sex makes people say and do all kinds of crazy things.

"Cummming," I cautioned Cybil desperately.

"No you don't," Zuiko insisted, her thighs slamming together on my ears.

From my narrow view between Zuiko's warm firm silky thighs I saw Scout arching her back farther and farther until the top of her hair brushed my shins. Her stomach vibrated like a jazz cymbal as her body erupted with sensual release in pulse after pulse. Her vagina was doing that same primal beat all over my cock and my super-sensitive head that was still ejaculating hopeful future generations inside her.

Damn, that was erotic. Zuiko touched her daughter tenderly right below the belly button.

"Oh Baby – I shouldn't' be letting him do this to you," Hotness whimpered. "It should be me." 'Should be her?' I thought. 'The night's not over yet Hotness and your tearing yourself up inside over this, damn it.'

Scout flexed her hips and tightened her vagina to milk the last vestiges of seed from my cock. That was incredibly acrobatic and her flexibility ignited a second fire within me. Her tight ass was clenching and unclenching at that moment and I wanted to see her flexing far and wide in someplace more visible – like the settee or the pool.

Zuiko's butt was pretty tight too, helping her thighs keep me pinned. I didn't want to distract her by prying them apart, instead squeezing and kneading the one I could still get to. With my other hand I reached along my stomach to my Sister and my joined pelvic regions and scooped up two fingers of our juices.

I scooted the fingers back along my belly then up Zuiko's throbbing stomach and to her unguarded breast. I smeared some of the liquid around the tightening nipple until Zuiko moaned. I kept going until my fingers brushed her chin and were poised, I hoped, near her lips.

"No, no," she muttered in a small voice.

I pushed the fingers forward slightly and a flick of a tongue touched them. A stronger touch followed and then my fingers entered her mouth for her to suck clean.

"How do I taste Mom?" Cybil asked with warmth and compassion. Zuiko took it the wrong way. She wailed and bolted off my head and out of the room.

Cybil had elevated her body forward until she was perpendicular to my crotch.

"Oh, I can't believe we finally had sex Daniel," Scout was somewhere between a beatific smile and a smirk. "I want to do it again to."

"I think I should check on your Mom first," I sighed. My cock wanted more of Scout right now too.

"She's your Mother now too, Duke," Cybil's thighs trembled with fatigue as she dismounted me. "I'll let you go take care of her. She needs it and my pussy needs a freaking spa treatment after the way you opened me up."

"Was I as good as Jaycee told you?" I inquired as I sat up so that we were side by side, thighs touching.

"I think I'll need a second try to conform that," Scout leaned against me and reached out to put her hand in my own. "Later tonight in my room?"

"I'll try but I'm a bit worried," I frowned. Here I was, worried about the woman who had caused me so much grief and was now simply screwed up in the head.

"I've never made love in my own bed, Duke," Cybil hinted.

"Fine; I'll do my best but," I looked deep into her eyes.

"But?" she smiled seductively back.

"But next time how about some damn foreplay," I kissed her nose. We kissed again, I gathered up my clothes and headed upstairs to deal with Hotness Zuiko and her problems with me, her and her daughter – oh boy.