10 comments/ 56222 views/ 6 favorites The Way a Family Would By: animus87 Divorce is a terrible thing for a family, and mine was no exception. The worst part about it isn't that you feel like you're losing one of your parents...it's the prospect of getting another one. Being a teenager is hard enough with two parents telling you what to do, I'm sure you can imagine what happens with three. This is the problem I had when my Mom remarried Ralph. I, an 18-year old senior in high school, wanted nothing more than to graduate and get out of the house. Spring had rolled around in full force, and I was getting antsy. Ralph, unfortunately, wanted to impose himself on the remaining few days of high school I had left to enjoy. He wanted me to help him pack and reorganize my room, so that he could use it for his weight bench and stuff. "I don't think it's fair that I have to do this," I whined to my Mom. "Ralph is the one that wants to use the room, why doesn't he do all of the work?" "I've told you already, Jenny...it's your junk. If you didn't have so much of it, this wouldn't be a problem. Do you really want him going through everything and just throwing stuff out as he sees fit?" "I guess not," I groaned. As eager as I was to get out of the house it seemed a little rude for Ralph to be pushing me out so early, especially if he was trying to be sensitive to the circumstances of our new family. I'd already caught Ralph starting to pack things up. Earlier this week I'd walked into my room to find Ralph boxing up some clothes, and could've sworn I'd seen him inspecting some of my panties in my underwear drawer. "Which of these piles is going to school with you?" I gestured to the left side of the room and my Mom started lugging my box of school supplies over. "It seems mean is all, Mom. I mean, Ralph's not even my real father, why should he get to kick me out of my room -- " I was cut short when Ralph stepped into the doorway, an angry look on his face. I felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment as I realized I'd been caught red-handed. "Honey, could you give us the room?" Ralph sweetly asked my mother. He was smiling, but his voice dripped with pent-up resentment. "Sure sweetie," my Mom kissed him on the cheek and then whisked out of the room. "Jenny, I know you don't like this but this room won't be used. Your mother and I are trying to build a life together. You have to stop thinking about yourself in this." I tried to defend myself but he kept going as he approached me. "You're an adult now, after all. Eighteen." I felt vulnerable sitting on my bed as Ralph stood in front of me. He wasn't a big man, but certainly exercised and dwarfed my petite frame. His crotch was at eye level and I found myself looking right at it, afraid to look him in the eye. "Y...yes, eighteen." "And what a fine adult you're turning out to be," he said as he began to twirl my hair around his fingers. I was paralyzed at his touch, only a slight quiver reminding me that my body was capable of moving at all. "Thank you," I managed to eek out. He just smiled and reached his hand down to his dick, rubbing it through his pants. My eyes remained glued to it, half disgusted and half aroused. I was speechless, watching my stepfather fondle himself at the sight of me. "Sorry about that, I drifted off for a second." He snapped back to reality, using a friendly tone again. "Christ, these new wool boxers are so itchy...I don't know why your mother got them for me." I choked out a laugh and he smiled. "I'll catch you at dinner kiddo!" --- I took a deep sigh and watched my breasts heave up and down in the bathtub. The cold water kissed my skin in relief of the sticky, Spring air. I couldn't stop thinking about the bulge in Ralph's pants. Sure, I'd had my share of boyfriends and messed around. Ralph's cock looked pretty average in size, but I couldn't figure out why I was so fixated on it. I rubbed the inside of my thighs and cooed as I felt a familiar heat in my vagina. Something about Ralph wanting me felt so good, so forbidden. Ugh, but my stepfather! Incest had never been a fantasy of mine, and the thought of actually blowing or fucking Ralph made me almost hurl. The eroticism of the whole thing was gone in a flash when I pictured is flabby, hairy chest heaving while I sucked his cock. I knew what I'd do, too. I pictured the look he would have on his face as I wrapped my tiny fist around his cock, slapping it against my cheek. Guys loved that, and they loved it even more when you'd slither your tongue around the base of the head. Suddenly my pussy was flush again, and I closed my eyes. I knew it was gross, but I was horny and figured I'd go with it. I let my hand wander down to my clit and started delicately teasing it. "Mmm," I stifled a moan as my other hand started kneading my left breast. I had to be quiet, knowing that Mom and Ralph were still home. I picked up the pace and started working my usual rhythm, trying to rub out a quick one before dinner. It felt good, picturing Ralph fucking me on my bed while my Mom was downstairs cooking dinner. I paused, hearing a creak on the floorboards outside the bathroom. Despite being afraid of getting caught, I kept my fingers moving. I was so close. My cunt tingled as I thought about Ralph watching me touch myself. Despite being a short girl, I had a bit of meat to me...I was never a beanpole. I pictured my full C-cups swaying and slapping together while he pounded me from behind. "Ohhh, yes Ralph...give it to me," I moaned quietly. I heard another creak from the floorboards, and realized there was definitely someone out there. I was at the point of no return now though, so I bit my lip and picked up my frantic pace. I was ready to cum, and all I could think about was my stepfather's strange cock swaying in front of my face. I grunted and moaned to myself, feeling the tension reach the breaking point. I climaxed, feeling my cunt squirt a little bit in the cool water. My legs twitched as I unclenched my every muscle, feeling relaxed but worried about who was outside. What if it was Mom? What if it was Ralph? What if they heard me mention his name? I'm an attractive 18 year old girl, I knew it was no secret that I masturbated. I knew I could always tell them I was thinking about some boy at school named Ralph or something. "Jenny!" I heard my Mom call. "Dinner's ready!" "Ok," I shouted, "I'm getting out of the tub, I'll be down there in ten!" "No, young lady, dinner's hot. Come down here now!" --- I sat down at the table rubbing a towel on my head, my terrycloth robe clinging to my moist skin. "Why can't I change first, Ma?" "I spent all morning preparing this meal," she began to drone on about how she had to cut, clean, and sautee. She talked about different oils and reductions. I zoned out, realizing how much I'd outgrown my bathrobe. My tits were way bigger than they were when I bought it, and I'd put on a little weight since then too. No matter how tight I cinched the waistband, I felt like it was barely squeezed around me. "...Jenny?" "Hm? I'm sorry Mom, what?" "I said I worked hard on this meal all morning and afternoon. What do you think? It's from that cooking channel Ralph had added to the cable package." "It's great, Mom." I looked down at the unrecognizable mush on my plate. I wondered if she was the one in the hallway, or maybe it was Ralph. It was then that I noticed Ralph staring down the opening of my robe, my cleavage looking right back at him. I tried to stare at him to embarrass him into looking away, but he just kept staring at my tits. "Mom, can I go change please? I don't want to catch a cold." "Fine," she scoffed and threw her hands up. I pulled down the edges of my robe, even though it fully covered my ass, as I started to walk up the stairs. "You know, I try so hard for her and she doesn't seem to care..." I heard her trail off as I went upstairs. I went into my room and shut the door, locking it and leaning against it. I was getting uncomfortable. Ralph was my stepdad, and despite my masturbating in the tub over him, I wanted no part of what was happening. I hated the idea of him ogling me, and that my Mom had no idea it was happening. This is how girls get molested, this is how girls get raped. I'm not his daughter; as far as he's concerned I'm an 18-year old vixen with a killer body that lives upstairs. What if he tried something? Nobody would even believe me. I plopped onto the bed and put my head in my hands. I had no idea what to do. I just knew I had to avoid Ralph and any one on one encounters while I was still here. I went to my dresser to find my favorite pair of underwear -- a lacy white number that almost appeared to push up my little ass. I couldn't find it though. "Oh," I remembered...I'd worn it earlier that week. I know it's kind of gross, but sometimes you need to feel your best and underwear helps you do it, so I went through my hamper in the closet to find them. They still weren't there. Now I was more curious than anything, so I threw on a pair of pajama pants and a baggy shirt. I went out into the hallway to find our communal hamper, thinking maybe I'd dumped my laundry in there earlier. As I went down the hallway, I heard something in my Mom's room. I tip-toed to the door to see Ralph standing at the foot of my Mom's bed. He was fully dressed, and although he had his back to me I could tel that he was masturbating. He was holding something, probably a picture or a magazine, and I heard him moan quietly. "Ohhhh," he moaned as his arm pumped furiously at his dick. I couldn't see anything, but I could tell he was getting there. I can't believe Mom wouldn't let me get changed, but she'd let him leave to jerk off. "Ohhh, yes Jenny..." he moaned and I gasped when I realized what was happening. I was repulsed at what I saw next. Ralph dropped what he'd been holding -- my lacy panties. He picked up a wad of tissues on the bed and started grunting as he shot his load into it, apparently trying to hide the evidence. I almost choked on my tongue when he picked them back up and shoved them against his face, taking a long sniff before hiding them under the mattress again. I quickly bounded back downstairs to the dinner table, speechless at what I'd just seen. I don't know what grossed me out more; the fact that I'd masturbated to my flirty stepfather, or the fact that I'd just seen him doing the same while sniffing my gross panties. "All better?" my Mom asked sarcastically. "Yes, much." I smiled politely as I dove my fork back into my mush. I could tell she was still staring at me, and I knew what she wanted to hear. "Thank you," I added. "You're welcome, Jenny." Ralph came down the stairs, looking reinvigorated. "Did you find your phone, honey?" "No," he confidently lied. "I probably left it in the car or something." I couldn't believe he lied to get away. After eye-fucking me in my robe, he apparently had to jerk off in the middle of dinner! I wanted to spit something out -- a quip to make him uncomfortable, or a direct accusation of sniffing the juices from my pussy while he jerked off over his wife's bed. But nothing came out. I locked eyes with him and he just smiled, the way a stepfather would. The Way a Family Would Ch. 02 A few weeks had passed since I'd caught Ralph masturbating to the smell of my panties. He didn't notice me, but the more I thought about it the more I was convinced that he'd heard me moan his name when I was masturbating in the tub. I tried to put it out of my mind, but every time I thought about how much he was lusting after me, I found myself getting wet. One night I swear I was walking past my Mom's room and heard Ralph fucking her senseless, with a passion I'd never heard from that room before. I couldn't get my mind off of the mental image of Ralph's swinging dick, and my supercharged libido had to be dealt with. I was going down a bad road at school, taking out my pent-up sexual frustration on some of the boys at school. Since my first encounter with Ralph, I'd started giving handjobs in the gym locker room at school. I knew people were talking, and I didn't care. All I wanted was dick. I didn't care if they were big or small, if the guys were fat or skinny. I jerked off guys from the football team, I jerked off guys from the chess club. As far as I was concerned, every dick to me was Ralph's dick when I closed my eyes, and nothing felt better than having it erupt hot sticky cum all over my hands. At one point, I broke down and fell back on my most reliable way to get off: my homemade porn. On my 18th birthday, my boyfriend at the time had suggested that we record ourselves fucking. The first video was a pretty tasteless affair, as we fumbled around with the camera while we tried to have our first sexual encounter. With practice though, we'd gotten better at both. I started to become better versed with sex, and despite breaking up, I'd had a steady stream of suitors to fill the hole that Bobby had left behind. Moreover, I'd refined the recording process such that my laptop's webcam was recording every encounter in my bedroom without the guy even knowing. I must have spent hours in the past week masturbating to the videos. They were all strategically shot, so that I could see my favorite angles and positions. I loved watching my tits bounce back on all fours. The camera never caught the face of my partner, and I loved picturing Ralph's doughy face on top of them as the body pulled my brown hair back and thrust his cock deeper into me. That was all about to change though. --- It was a late Saturday night and I'd come home from a night at the movies with some friends. One of my friends, Becca, kept imploring me about my slut streak of the past couple of weeks. She couldn't believe that I'd whacked off over a dozen guys, and wanted every detail. Originally I'd planned to spend the night at Becca's, maybe getting tipsy and having some casual lesbian petting as I had once or twice before, but Becca's interrogation really killed the mood for me. I knew it was risky, because my Mom was out of town for the weekend for work, and I was nervous to spend the night home alone with Ralph. I slowly creaked open the front door and gently shut it, clenching my keys tight against my body to keep them from giving me away. Pausing to listen, I vaguely heard voices from the TV in my Mom's room. I looked at my watch and figured that at midnight, Ralph was probably already outcold. I gingerly stepped up each step, having done this dance before and knowing very well where all of the creaky floorboards were. As I passed my Mom's door, my initial guess was confirmed. The door was closed, and I wondered if Ralph was jerking it to the smell of my panties again. It had been almost a month, and I still hadn't seen them again...they were probably losing their stench. I shook the thought from my head as I went to my bedroom, undressing and putting on a pair of little shorts and a tee-shirt. I was exhausted. Between all of the masturbation I'd been doing, and trying to get out of the house with friends, I really needed to crash. --- I woke up when I heard the door to my room close and lock, and saw Ralph's shadow against the white walls. "Hello, Jenny." By all means, I should have felt afraid. I knew what he was here for, we were home alone, but I simply rolled over to greet him. "Hi, Ralph." "You know what I'm here for, don't you." He slowly approached me, reaching down for his sweatpants. I nodded, trying to fight back a smile. "I heard you playing with yourself in the tub a few weeks ago. You moaned my name. You want me, don't you?" I could see his hands pausing on the drawstring of his sweatpants, the outline of his modest cock growing harder. This was the time, now or never. I could probably end this whole thing right now by telling him he misheard me, or that a boy at school named Ralph really got me going. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. "Mhmm," I teased. Ralph smiled eagerly and fished his cock out, holding the erect slab of meat inches from my face. "Then show me how much you want me." I sat up, bewildered at the experience. I was still groggy, but fully aware of what was happening. I swear I could feel the heat of his cock so close to me, almost aching to feel my young lips wrap around it. Without even deciding to, I reached my hand up and wrapped my fingers around the base of the shaft. He let out a moan as my cold fingers hugged its circumference, my little hands dwarfed by the thickness of his cock. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be totally under my spell. Leaning forward, I opened my mouth and puckered my lips against the tip. He was paralyzed with ecstasy, and I hadn't even started yet. I quickly got to work, for some reason afraid that someone or something might interrupt this moment. I plunged his cock into my mouth, inhaling the scent of his sweat through my nostrils. It tasted like the dozens of other cocks I'd sucked, but this was different. I started to swirl my tongue around the head, working up a rhythm with my fist. "Oh, Jenny..." he moaned as I smiled around his fat cock. "You like that, Ralph?" "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times Jenny," he looked at me with a familiar tone, "call me Dad." "You like having me suck your cock, Daddy?" "Yessss," he moaned as he pushed my head back onto his dick. I bobbed my head up and down, twisting my wrist around his pole. I was enjoying every second of this, and I knew that I'd have all of the fuel for masturbation I'd ever need after he shot his load down my throat. "Mmmm," I moaned onto his cock, feeling him grab my head with both hands and forcing his cock all the way down. He started slowly, expecting me to have trouble, but I'd stuffed enough dick into my mouth to eliminate my gag reflex in the past year. "Oh Jenny, I'm going to cum," I smacked my lips as I pulled his cock out of my throat. "Cum in my mouth, Daddy." He shook his head. "No, I want to taste your cum, please shoot off in your little girl's mouth!" Ralph took me by surprise by flipping me over onto my stomach. I wasn't sure what was happening, but it wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, and to savor it, and for this whole fantasy to be over. I realized that ending wasn't going to happen as he pulled my little shorts down to my knees and bent me over the bed. "Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked, pleading for him to think this through. "Shutup Jenny," he grunted as I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart. I felt so vulnerable as he kept me pinned down with one hand, my pussy exposed by the other. "No, Ralph, I don't want to..." "Shut up you little tease, you do want to, don't you?" I grunted and squirmed a little, until I felt the head of his cock knocking on the door. My pussy was throbbing, the heat of it greeting his slippery cock. "Ungh," I moaned with pain and pleasure as he plunged his cock into me. Between my age and height, and the fact that I hadn't fucked in awhile, my pussy was tight and I was afraid he was going to tear it open. "Oh shit," he moaned as he grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands. He started pumping and I felt his pubic bone pounding against my ass, every inch of him thrusting deep inside of me. I moaned and started pushing back, my thighs doing the work as I met his every thrust. I remembered we were home alone, and let out a loud moan, feeling my sweaty Daddy filling me with his fat cock. The loud moan was all he needed, and I felt him grip my ass as he went balls deep and stayed there, moaning and shooting a huge load in my twat. I collapsed, my ass still hanging in the air, as he put his cock away. "Goodnight, Jenny. Your cunt is mine now." Once he left I locked the door and crawled into bed, still naked from the waist down. I wasn't sure how I felt about this. On the one hand, I feel like he just molested me. He raped me, even. I'd seen all of the school specials and knew the signs. I said no, and he did it anyways. On the other hand, I really enjoyed it. I felt my hand wandering down to my pussy, feeling his sticky cum starting to leak out of my still-stretched cavity. I took a gob of it on my finger and smelled it, getting an aroma of my pussy and his cum mixed together. I licked it off and shivered at the salty taste of it, realizing that licking my stepfather's cum out of my pussy is probably an unhealthy thing. I pulled the covers over my head and decided not to think about it anymore. --- My Mom came home the next day and since then, I hadn't had any encounters with Ralph. I was staying busy, and I meant that in every sense of the word. In the two weeks following our encounter, I was fucking a different guy almost every day. My home movie collection folder was growing enormously on my computer, as I had video after video of guys pounding my cunt in every position I could come up with. I'm sure that on paper, it sounded like I was damaged. It was so cliche, the little tease getting raped or molested, and now she's a total whore for the rest of her life. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt empowered. Ralph had just come in and taken what he'd wanted. Sure, he asked me and I sort of accepted. But even if I'd said I didn't want him, he could've just taken me. I'm not sure if he would have, but the sentiment was powerful. I was taking what I wanted, and not just in sex. I was a force to be reckoned with at school, putting little bitches like Becca in their place. I was acing my classes, I had my pick of boys. I had a new-found confidence, and everyone could sense it. In a way, I think Ralph could and that might have been what was keeping him at bay. He'd awoken the monster. Today was just another day in the life of Jenny. I'd picked out my boy for today, Louis. Louis was a tiny Hispanic kid, who was very smart and well-liked. We all knew he was going to Harvard or something, but because he was such a nerd he was never really part of our wild crowds. That was going to change. Louis had grown into a handsome young man, and even though he appeared to have a boy's body next to some of our football players, I knew I wanted to be the first to have him. So I took him. I held Louis's hand all the way up the stairs and giddily walked him to my room. "Shouldn't we be quiet?" "No," I reassured him as I left the door open. "Nobody's home." "Oh, ok..." I sat at my computer and blocked the screen with my body, setting up the webcam as Louis looked around the room. "Jenny, there's something I should confess..." he nervously squeaked. "You're a virgin?" His jaw hit the floor. "I know honey, it's ok. I wanted to be the first to have you. You've grown up quite nicely!" He blushed. "As long as you're 18, that is..." "Yeah, I am," he added proudly. "Good, because I wouldn't want to go to jail!" Louis smiled and I approached him, stopping only inches away from him. "So what do you like, Lou?" "Well, like I said...I've never..." "I know, but what kind of porn do you watch?" Louis blushed and looked at his feet. "Don't be embarrassed Louis, you're about to fuck me in every way you want. Now's not the time for secrets. So what kind of porn do you watch?" "I kind of like face-sitting porn." I tried to fight back a fit of laughter, and he saw me crack a smile. "What?! Why's that weird?" "It's not weird, hon. Abnormal, maybe." I started to unbutton my jeans and gestured for him to do the same. "I mean, weird would be like...clowns or Star Wars or something." He fumbled with his fly as he saw me in my panties, my shirt still on. "But I don't know, I've never been with a guy that wanted me to sit on his face." "Well, I have been with girls you know." I nodded, pulling my shirt off. "I like the smell of pussy...I like when a girl is in control...it just seemed like a natural fit." "I think I can understand that," I said as I saw him standing in his boxers. I was in my bra and panties, and the pile of clothes at our feet was a testament to how brief the conversation portion of the afternoon would be. "Get on the bed." Louis got on the bed to lie down, almost assuming the position. "Put your head at the foot of the bed," I commanded, making sure the camera would catch it. Louis obeyed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. I climbed onto the bed and straddled onto his face, feeling his breath through my panties. "You like that, Louis?" Louis moaned and I could tell that he was inhaling the smells of my cunt and asshole. "You like the smell, you say?" He moaned in confirmation. "How about this, then?" I lifted one leg at a time to pull my panties off and sat my ass onto his face a second time. "Mmmm," he moaned as I felt his tongue dart out. He was so eager, lapping up and down my cunt. It felt really good. "Jesus, Louis...look at you!" I started grinding my pussy against his tongue, feeling the electricity from his thrusts as I rocked back and forth. I saw his cock starting to grow, and pulled his hands to my ass cheeks. "Yesss, eat me Louis!" Without warning, Louis moved his tongue a mere three inches to my asshole. He pulled me down onto his face and I felt myself shiver at the foreign feeling of a tongue teasing my little button. "Oh, you're a FREAK Louis!" I reached one hand down and started playing with my clit, using the other to balance me. I knew this was going to be a great video as I felt Louis bury his face further and further into my ass cheeks. His cock was standing at full attention, and if I wasn't enjoying the rimjob so much I would have started to play with it. "You like that," he sloppily moaned as he continued attacking my ass with his mouth. "Ohhh, yes!" I noticed his cock was poking through his boxers now, and estimated it must have been about five inches. Not the biggest, but certainly bigger than some of the jocks or guys that were twice his size. I reached forward and grabbed Louis's cock, leaning forward. Louis craned his neck to start licking my clit, and I was in heaven. I jammed his whole cock straight into my mouth, wishing nothing more than to have a counterpart jamming my cunt on the other side. "Jenny, slow down," he pleaded into my pussy. I forgot he was a virgin, and probably had no real tolerance to stimulation. "I want you to fuck me, honey." Louis's eyes lit up and he sat idly, waiting for commands. I scooted him over and got on all fours, looking straight at the camera. "Come on," I presented my ass in the air. Louis knew what to do. He sauntered around to the other edge of the bed and prepared to mount me. My round ass was still thrust upwards, almost screaming with anticipation. I felt Louis stick his face in for one last course of dessert before he would fuck me. "Mmm, Louis...fuck me now!" I begged. Without another request, Louis pushed his cock into me. I gripped the edge of the bed, realizing that Louis probably had no idea what he was doing back there. Once he was inside, I winked at the camera and used my hips to help him work up a rhythm. We sat there fucking like dogs for a few minutes, me trying to give him little grunts to know I was enjoying it, but aware that moaning too loudly could set him off. As we sat there fucking, I felt Louis's finger against my asshole. "Whatcha doing there, Lou?" I asked as he became more confident and consistent with his thrusts. He started to gently push it in and I moaned, reaching my hand down to my clit to play with it. This was new, and even if this kid was a virgin he'd seen enough porn to try some pretty creative stuff! "Easy, slow," I whispered as I felt immense stimulation across my body. Louis started frantically pumping, and I knew he was near. I picked up the pace, letting out a loud moan. It was one of the first orgasms I would ever have with something in my asshole, and it was loud enough to wake the neighbors. Louis petered out quickly, pulling out and shooting his load on my back. I felt a couple ropes of hot cum against my skin and let the chill run through my body as he pulled his finger out of my ass. I got up to look at him and saw a content, satisfied face staring back. "Well, looks like you've been saving that move for awhile," I laughed. "Thank you so much, Jenny...I promise I won't tell anyone, that was so good..." "Hon, you tell whoever you want. I'm sure as hell going to tell all the girls what a stud you are." Louis beamed at my generosity. "Now go, get out...I need to clean up." The Way a Family Would Ch. 03 Things were going well for me, all things considered. I was empowered. I was getting what I wanted socially, sexually, and I was even bossing my bitch mother around. Life was good, and I found myself excelling at anything I wanted to try on a whim. Except for Ralph. We'd still only fucked once, and I was ambivalent. I hated him for fucking me. I wish I could take it back, and while he hadn't made a move since, I knew that he still wanted to fuck me again. I could see it in his eyes every night at dinner, he looked at me in the way that guys do when they've been inside of you. On the other hand, I had him to thank for liberating me. Not that I was an uptight prude before, but now I was doing what I want and how I wanted, and with no consequences. It was a good life, and I had come out of the experience a lot better. Something was still off balance though. I wanted to make him pay. I couldn't figure out how to do it, but I wanted to make him regret it. He'd turned me into a monster by taking what he wanted, and the new Jenny wouldn't stand for that. Nobody treated me like that, and I had to make a stand for myself. I got my inspiration a little over a month after that first night with Ralph. I'd begun to feel safe again, a combination of my confidence and knowing that my Mom was sleeping at home more. I could hear Ralph fucking her brains out some nights, but I knew that my favorite pair of panties was still missing and Ralph was probably picturing me. I made a mistake by letting my guard down and leaving my door unlocked. One Thursday night I woke up to hear my door click shut. I froze in place, figuring it must be Ralph. I had my back to the door, and was too afraid to turn around and look. I figured if I pretended to be asleep, maybe he would go away. No such luck. I felt a hand pull the covers off of me, and shivered as I realized I wasn't wearing anything but panties. I heard Ralph's familiar heavy breathing, but noticed a scent of alcohol. Ralph clumsily squeezed my left ass cheek and moaned. "Jenny!" he slurred. "Jenny, what the fuck?" I turned over, alert. He was stark naked, his swinging dick right at eye level again. "Fuck off, Ralph, get out of here." "Jenny, I told you..." he slowly tried to crawl onto the bed. "I told you that your cunt was mine!" "Jesus Ralph, go back to bed. You're drunk, and we're not doing this again." "You're a whore!" I slapped him, but he started climbing over me. "I saw your videos. You fuck a thousand dicks a day! Whore!" I saw a strange, pitiful look in his eye. A look of rejection. For the briefest instant, I pitied him. Until he pinned my arms down and started grinding his cock against my pussy. He was drunk, but still way bigger than me, and I was struggling to get out from under him. The feeling of his warm meat between my legs started to get me wet, despite the circumstances. "Fuck you," I spat in his face. "You dumb cunt!" he cocked his arm back, ready to hit me. Realizing that this was the only time I wasn't totally outclassed by his strength, I flung him off the bed onto the floor. I heard a loud pinging sound as he fell, realizing that his head hit the metal bed frame on the way down. "Jesus," I muttered as I got down cautiously. He was still breathing, but pretty unconscious. It was tough to tell whether it was from the booze or the hit to the head, but he was out cold. I was sort of dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do. I sure as hell didn't want to wake him, but I couldn't leave my naked stepfather sleeping on the floor. I could go get my Mom, but then she'd want to know what he was doing here and she'd find out I fucked her husband. I was at a loss. Panicking, I threw on a set of clothes and decided to leave him there. I grabbed my keys and got in my old Dodge Neon, my head swimming with thoughts. What if he died? That would be convenient. What if he woke up and came looking? What if my Mom did find him? I pulled out my phone and dialed my best friend Molly. "Hello?" Molly answered. "Hey, sorry, I know it's late..." "It's fine girl, what's up?" Molly sounded high. "I'm having a pretty shit night, is it ok if I come over?" "Sure, my parents are out of town. I'm just getting baked and skipping school tomorrow." "Sounds good, I'll be there in ten." Just then, I heard sirens. Jesus, just what I needed. I pulled over to the side of the road, a cop pulling in behind me with his lights on. What could he want? Fuck, I was on the phone. And I was probably speeding. I was fucked, a young girl out at two in the morning, speeding on her phone. I rolled down the window to see a bulky police officer leaning down. "License please," he muttered. I fumbled around in my wallet and handed him my driver's license. "Do you know how fast you were going?" "Thirty-seven?" I guessed. "Forty-six," he replied. I knew the speed limit on this road was thirty. I wanted to cry. Not to get out of the ticket, but because I wanted to explain to the officer that I was fleeing my drunken stepfather who wanted to rape me. But for the first time since the incident, I was actually afraid, reverted back to a child. "My buddy back there clocked you at the Maple intersection, and I saw you on your cellphone." I shuddered at the thought of the officers bringing me home, or my parents finding out that I was out at 2 A.M. All I wanted to do was have tonight go away, and things like this were making it harder. "Officer, I can't get a ticket, my parents would kill me!" "Well, you should have thought about that before you went racing at two in the morning, little lady. Where are you going so fast anyways? You're lucky you're eighteen, it's a school night and I could peg you if you were a minor." "Please, my parents can't know I was out tonight." The officer rolled his eyes and got his pad out, unsympathetic to my plea. "Is there...anything I can do, officer?" I looked up to see him looking down at me, his eyes fucking every inch of my body that they could see. "I think we could work something out," he said as he put the pad back in his belt. "We're going to pull up and park ahead of you. Cameras on the car and all that," he mentioned as he looked back to his partner and made a gesture. "Pull up behind us and get out of your car." The police car pulled forward and turned its lights off. I slowly pulled up behind them and turned my lights off as well, getting out of the car. In the frenzy of leaving, I didn't plan an outfit, I was wearing boy-shorts and a tank top, and didn't have a bra on at all. I could feel my nipples pushing against the sheer fabric in excitement as I saw the muscular officer leaning on the side of his car. "Good evening, sailor," I said with a swagger. "Don't get cute. Come on." He was stern, and I was kind of turned on. By all accounts I should have been totally screwed by now, literally and figuratively, and I was doing whatever I wanted to get out of it. I looked both ways and saw nobody coming, and got down on my knees. "Whatever you say, officer." "This is Rudy," he added, as his partner came around the front of the car from the driver's seat. Rudy was noticeably fatter, with a bush of chest-hair popping up through his collar. "Is he going to watch?" I asked, looking up. "Sort of," Rudy said as he unzipped his pants. I stifled a laugh as Rudy pulled out a comically small penis, probably no more than three or four inches. Even funnier was how skinny it was, it almost looked like a pinky finger. "Want me to suck you off, big Rudy?" "Oh yeah," he smiled as he waddled over to bring his cock to my face. I almost had to lift the folds of his fat to get a good angle on his cock, turning my head sideways as I took it into my mouth. "Mmm," I gave a big fake moan, giving him a show. "I love your cock, Rudy." "Oh yeah, you do..." he gasped as I started bobbing my head up and down. I wrapped a couple fingers around it, for once feeling like my hands weren't dwarfed wrapped around someone's cock. Just as I started pumping, I felt him stop breathing. "Oh God, oh God!" He grabbed my head and shoved his cock all the way in my mouth, spitting a few drops of cum into my mouth. "Mmm, Rudy!" I wiped my mouth and gave him a wink. "I'm glad I could help!" I stood up and dusted my knees off. "Not so fast," the other officer said. He started unbuckling his pants and I gave him a smile, assuming the position in front of him. My smile vanished as the officer pulled out an unimaginably large cock. The thing was enormous in girth, and looked more like my forearm. "Holy shit," I blurted out. I wrapped my fist around it and realized I would probably need both hands to jerk it off as I felt it harden. I started going to work, slurping as hard as I could on the head while moving both fists up and down this man's enormous cock. This was the biggest cock I'd ever sucked, and I was a little out of my element with how to handle it. Sucking the head of his cock like a thick milkshake through a straw, I began twisting my wrists like I was wringing out a washcloth. Keeping the back and forth motion, I could feel him grunt and start to thrust his hips in the same rhythm. I imagined this was what it felt like to give a blowjob to a mule, his powerful haunches cramming his meat into my mouth with every pump. My mouth was in pain at how wide he was stretching it, and I could only imagine the pain this guy would inflict if the was giving me a proper fucking. "Here it comes," he grunted as I picked up the pace. I kept pumping and pulled his cock out, afraid that I would choke in a sea of his cum. "Here it is!" he yelped as the first rope of sticky cum hit me in my open mouth. Another rope splashed near my mouth and on my chin, then a third on my tank top and a fourth on my neck. I felt disgusting as a fifth glob shot on my nose, dripping down onto my mouth. "Haha, you whore," he laughed as he shook his dick off at me. I stood up, my face plastered with cum, and winked at him. Without so much as wiping my face, I walked back to my car and got in to drive away. --- After blowing the two cops, the night was pretty lackluster. I wiped myself off in my car a mile down the road, and got baked at Molly's house. We skipped school the next day and I was sitting home alone eating a sandwich and reading a book when I heard the door open. I instantly snapped into a defensive stance, worrying that it was Ralph. "Jenny? You home?" I heard my brother Mario's voice from the front door. "Mariooooo!" I called out in the way I always did when we were kids, bounding to him in the living room. "Back from college already?" "I didn't have any finals, so I finished all of my papers and came home a few weeks early!" Mario gave me a big hug. "What about Jill?" I asked, wondering about his twin sister. "Nah, she's got like ten finals. You know, she's a nerd." I laughed in agreement and relief, I was so glad to have Mario back in the house. It felt like everything was normal. "Hey, shouldn't you be in school?" Suddenly the comfort was gone as I remembered why I was skipping school today, and the night I was recovering from. "I uh, decided to skip today." My face must have washed over in terror. "Is everything alright, Jen?" I tried to fight it all back but couldn't. I collapsed on the couch in tears, sobbing as snot and spit typhooned out of my face. "Mario, it's been terrible..." "Whoa, whoa whoa!" he dropped his bags and sat down next to me to comfort me. "What happened Jenny?" His genuine concern was so sweet. "It's...I can't..." I sobbed again and paused, trying with every second to find a way to tell Mario that our stepfather wanted to rape me again. "It's Ralph." Mario's face grew stern. "What did he do?" I started crying again, and Mario knew what had happened. "Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?" I nodded and regained control of myself, remembering that I was a new Jenny. "That fucker, it started off with a peek here, a joke there." Mario stood up and started pacing, he was fuming. "Then I caught him sniffing my panties and jerking off," I paused to gauge Mario's reaction. He wasn't as big as Ralph, but he had some muscle tone and his age would probably give him a leg up on Ralph if it got physical. "And then one night he...came into my room..." Mario realized I was pouring my heart out and sat down next to me, putting his arm around me. "It's ok, Jenny. He's a monster, you didn't do anything wrong." "That's sweet," I nestled my head on Mario's shoulder. "Then he tried it again last night. He was drunk." I stopped crying now, feeling more angry than ashamed or vulnerable. "Fucker thinks that he can just come in and do it whenever he wants." "Are you ok?" "Yeah," I stood up and wiped my face. "I threw him off and he hit his head. He was out cold, so I left and went to Molly's." I decided to leave out the part about me getting double-teamed on the side of the road by a pair of cops. "Good, smart move. I know you may feel hurt, or embarrassed, but we need to call the police." "No way!" I spat at him. "Well we need to do something!" I sat and thought for a minute. We had to deal with Ralph, but nobody could know about what he did. He had to pay. "You know the worst thing?" I asked. Mario tilted his head. "He gets jealous now. I was...with another guy and he told me that I was his." "Oh, fuck that. I'm going to kill him," Mario stood up and balled his hand into a fist. Mario paced in silence, I could see the wheels spinning in his head. We sat quiet for a minute before I decided to break the silence. "Well, at least I know people find me attractive..." I tried to chuckle. "Oh please," Mario discarded my comment as he continued pacing in thought. "Everyone knows you're a knockout." "Really?" I asked, genuinely interested in my brother's objective opinion. "Yeah Jen," he added uninterested. He was deep in thought, not really paying attention to what we were talking about. "I'd do ya." I paused for a minute as he realized what he'd said. "Oh my God, I didn't mean it like that -- " "It's fine," I cut him off and smiled at him. "It's a compliment, I know that. I'm not that damaged." Mario sat down in a huff, clearly angry with himself. "Besides, it's not like you'd rape me." "You're damn right," he added. "Just consensual sex, like with all the other girls." He smiled at me. "Oh yeah? Are you cleaning up out there at school?" "Not really," Mario frowned. He'd had a serious girlfriend in high school, but after their bad breakup he hadn't really had any luck. "I'm not looking for one-night stands, and haven't found anyone worthwhile." "Well, surely you get a quickie here and there to loosen you up?" I asked, actually curious. "Nah, I just...you know. Jerk it." Mario and I were always pretty candid with one another, we'd talked about sex and boys and girls before. I was mostly surprised to hear that he was basically a sex camel though. "So when was the last time..." "Mindy." My jaw dropped to the floor in disbelief. Mindy was his high school girlfriend. "You haven't had sex since Mindy? You guys broke up like three years ago!" "Actually, haven't had a blowjob or handjob or anything since Mindy." Mario seemed pretty bummed, and now I actually felt bad for him. "Well, I think any girl would be lucky to blow you," I joked, punching his arm. "I'd do ya too," I added in a playful voice. "Haha," he responded. "Too bad we're brother and sister, on paper we're a great match!" He looked at me and forced a heavy-hearted smile. Without hesitating I jumped on his lap, kissing him deeply. Mario fought me and pulled his head back, staring into my face. "Jenny, what the hell?" "I want you Mario," I wrapped my hands around his face and gave him a long passionate kiss, massaging my tongue into his mouth. "I've always wanted you." That was a lie. I'd never fantasized about him, but seeing him vulnerable and loving like this, I just had to have him. And new Jenny just takes what she wants. "You're my sister," he shifted, trying to roll me off of him. The shifting made me aware of his erect cock, pushing against my groin as I straddled him. "We can't do this!" "It looks like you really want to, though..." I added as I reached my hands down and grabbed his cock through his shorts. "Think about it, Mario. I want to. You want to. We're safe, consenting adults. We love each other. Why not?" Mario's eyes widened as he started to look at me for the first time as a woman. I wasn't his sister any more, I was a teen vixen with full breasts only inches from his face. I could feel his heavy breath on my cleavage, my moist pussy was probably soaking the crotch of his pants already. "Oh, Christ..." he groaned. I unzipped his shorts and pulled his dick out, reveling in the smell of his sweaty dick. "Fuck me, Mario," I moaned. I was mad with lust, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to suck him. But above all of those things, I wanted to feel his cock inside me while I rocked back and forth on him. Mario was putty in my hands, except for his rock hard dick. I took off my panties and shorts and kicked them onto the floor, holding his cock steady. Like a scabbard on a sword, I slammed down onto his prick, feeling him impale me. "Jesus, Jenny," Mario gasped as I leaned forward and rubbed my tits against his face. "You're so tight!" I was surprised to hear that, given how many dicks my pussy had seen in the past month. I lifted my legs up so I was pretty much crouching on his dick on the couch, using my legs to bounce up and down. "Suck my tits, baby," I moaned as I buried his face in my cleavage. "That's right brother, fuck your little sister." Mario moaned as I continued to slide my pussy up and down, gliding it along his cock with every stroke. "Mmm, your cock is so good, cum inside of me!" "Jenny, I'm gonna cum, get off!" "Oh, I am getting off," I teased into his ear with my tongue. "Unhhhh," I let out a groan as I felt the head of his cock swell inside of me. "Oh, shittttt" I started to cum along with Mario as I felt him grab my ass. It felt so good, having him squeezing and kneading while my tits tried their best to stay in my bra. I felt so sexy, so in control. The tension built as I finally reached the breaking point, a shockwave of ecstasy radiating from my cunt. "FUCK!" I shouted as I started to squirt onto his cock, watching a slimy concoction of our juices slide down his shaft. "Holy shit," he just whispered, frozen in place and afraid to touch me. "Don't worry, bro," I mocked as I got off his dick and sat next to him on the couch. "I have an idea." We sat together catching our breath, his cock still out and my naked lower half still soaking wet. "For what?" "For this. For Ralph. I know what to do." The Way a Family Would Ch. 04 I had a plan to get back at Ralph, and my brother Mario was going to be a huge part of it. More specifically, his dick was going to be the huge part of it. I saw what happened to Ralph when he found my home video collection, he was furious. He was a mess. He went to the brink of self-destruction with jealousy when he saw me getting pounded, and I knew that Mario could help push him over the edge. The plan was simple, and all of the parts were in place. "Are you sure this is how you want to handle this?" Mario asked nervously as he fingered the collar on his polo. I looked at him from the driver's seat of my car and gripped the steering wheel tight. "Yes," I tried to keep my cool. "I'm a new girl. This will break him, and it's how I want to do it." I'm not sure who I was trying to convince. "Take a left up here," he pointed as I turned off the college campus's main strip, down a row of filthy-looking houses plastered with Greek letters. "It's the red one up there." "Why are all the lights off?" I asked, looking around for a place to park. "Because it's a private event," he paused. "It's not too late to back out, you know." "Mario, I appreciate what you're trying to do," I said as I started to parallel park in a spot in front of the house. "But this is the only way. We need Ralph out of the picture, and he has to do it to himself." Mario frowned and slumped out of the car. "This is the only weapon I have, and I'm lucky enough to want to use it." "But, I know these guys, they'll never shut up about this..." "You let me worry about that," I added. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Mario." "Ok," he squeezed my hand as we walked to the front door. --- "Here's the situation," I called out to the circle of guys sitting in front of me. There must have been two dozen there, in all shapes and sizes. White, black, tall, short, fat, skinny...this was a very diverse fraternity. "I have an...ex-boyfriend that I want to make jealous. Really jealous." The guys perked up at the confirmation of what my brother had told them. "How will -- " a boy started asking. "Wait your turn hon," I sternly cut him off. "We're doing this by my rules. No fucking, no fondling. It's all on tape. My brother's being very good and going outside of his comfort zone to make sure you guys don't take advantage of the situation," I lied. "I've taken a trace amount of roofies, the date rape drug. Not enough to affect me, but if you guys break the rules I'll call the cops and tell them this was some initiation stunt at my expense, and you'll all be royally fucked." The guys sat quietly, clearly aware of the risk they were taking on. "Now, I don't care how you guys pick the order, but I'm blowing you all. On tape. One at a time. I may change my mind, I may change the rules. When I say no, it means no...no questions asked. If anyone, and I mean ANYONE breaks the rules, you're all entirely fucked. This is a zero-tolerance endeavor." I saw some of the boys shifting in their chairs, either uncomfortable at my serious threats or hiding the boners induced by my skimpy v-neck top. "Now, any questions?" A couple hands were raised. I pointed to an obnoxious-looking curly-haired kid in the front row. "So if one guy acts like an asshole, we're all in trouble?" "Yes," I shot back without hesitation. "You're supposed to be a fraternity, brothers, right? If you can't trust one of your brothers to obey the rules, maybe it's safe for everyone that they don't participate." A couple of jeers and taunts started to emerge from the crowd as one of the boys stood up and left the room. "Glad we got that out of the way!" Another kid raised his hand. "There's like...twenty of us here. Aren't you going to get tired?" "Maybe," I responded. "I've never done anything like this before, so I can't make any promises. Maybe I'll get tired after three. Maybe I'll be turned on and want to get gangbanged. We'll see how it goes!" The guys cheered at my enthusiasm. "What's the policy on dirty talk?" someone blurted out. I had to pause to think for a minute. I didn't want these guys calling me a whore and a slut, even though I was about to be the biggest whore and slut in the history of the campus probably. On the other hand, it would piss Ralph off even more. I decided to take control of it. "I'll allow dirty talk. The dirtier the better, make it comically dirty. I want my...ex-boyfriend to kill himself with jealousy!" They all laughed, not knowing that I was serious. "This does bring me to the most important rule, though." I started to glare and pace in front of the boys ahead of me. "Nobody is to ever, ever mention this after tonight. Ever again." The boys nodded in agreement, but I wasn't convinced. "If I hear about 'some girl' that came in here and blew twenty dudes, I take the tape to the cops. If I get propositioned from you or other brothers, I take the tape to the cops. If my brother even hears one of you joking about it, in public or in private, I take the tape to the cops." The boys looked mortified, and I worried I'd killed the mood. "Now, everyone that agrees with these rules, form a line by the den! Mario's got the camera set up, and it's time to roll!" The guys all started queuing up, switching spots and trying to make trades. Mario came to me for one last try to dissuade me. "You really don't have to do this, what Ralph did is technically rape and we can just have him arrested!" "I don't want him arrested, or embarrassed. I want to destroy him, Mario. And what better way than punishing him with the monster he created?" Mario tilted his head, not following. "I want dick, Mario. I get what I want now. It's that simple." "So, you're not shaming yourself into this?" I laughed. "Mario, those twenty guys would do anything I say at this point. I could charge them hundreds of dollars a piece. I could make them suck each other's dicks if I wanted to. I've got complete and utter control of my life; what the hell is there to be ashamed about?" Mario's demeanor suddenly changed as he understood. "Well alright," he smiled. "Let's get the camera rolling!" "There's just one thing," I said as I took off my bra from underneath my shirt. "It looks like a funeral procession out there. I may have overdone the rules...let's liven up, it's a party!" "Hang on a sec," Mario disappeared for a minute. He returned with two cases of cheap beer under his arms, handing them out among the boys in line. Within a minute, there was obnoxious shouting and hollering, guys were shoving and loosening up, and we were ready to roll. --- "Bring in he who is anointed the first!" I shouted, enjoying the jovial atmosphere. The other boys were about 20 feet off camera, but could all see what was happening. The camera was behind me, getting a nice close-up of what was about to happen and the long line of guys behind it. Mario was already rolling. A tall, gangly boy strolled up and stood next to my chair. He looked at Mario to confirm he was on screen. "What's your name, sailor?" I was trying to slut it up for the camera. "George." "How'd you get to be first, George?" George looked into the camera for his answer. "I haven't gotten laid in the longest!" "Bet you never thought a cold streak would do you so much good!" George smiled and looked down at me, wondering who should initiate. "Well come here, George. I bet you've got a load for me!" I shouted as I grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled him toward me. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down a few inches, letting his cock spill out of his drawers. The crowd cheered as I cupped his sack and drew his cock into my mouth. "Whoooo, get it Georgey!" someone yelled. "Gettin' your dick sucked, bro!" I smiled at the camera as George's cock started to harden in my mouth. I was happy to have his dick on my tongue, its thick circumference occupying a lot of my mouth. He had a bulbous head to it, enough that I found myself struggling to lick around it and ignoring the shaft almost entirely. "Mmm," I moaned as I started pumping his cock. I swirled my tongue around the tip of the head, jerking my fist back and forth over the glans. Just as I was starting to get into it, George thrust his hips forward and started bucking uncontrollably. With a final jerk, I yanked his dick out of my mouth and let him shoot his load on my face and neck. A few modest spurts came out, landing on my cheeks, and more cheers came from the audience. "Why thank you, George! Next customer!" The crowd roared again as the second boy sauntered over to me. "Der-ek, Der-ek, Der-ek!" his brothers chanted. "Come on Derek, we've got lots to do tonight!" I shouted at the camera. Derek pulled down his gym shorts and revealed an enormous dick. It must have been 8 or 9 inches long, and had a noticeable curve to the right. "Jesus, I can see why you wanted to be number one," I laughed. Derek stood patiently, waiting for me to finish my show. Without missing a beat, I opened my mouth and grabbed Derek by the ass, pushing his dick into my mouth. Derek was very gentle, careful not to put too much into my mouth at once. I kept my hands on him, using it to push and pull as I saw fit. I enjoyed the feeling of such a substantial cock tickling the back of my throat. "Look Ralph," I garbled as I looked at the camera, "no hands!" I continued letting Derek fuck my throat until he started to come, and I pulled my mouth off of him just in time for him to shoot rope after rope of hot spunk onto my face, along with George's. "Number 3?" I yelled, smiling at the camera with a face covered in cum. "Hell, how about number 4 too while we're at it?" I repositioned the chair to be centered in the camera as two guys came toward me. "Pull em out boys, we don't have all night." One of the guys was skinny but incredibly toned, and had a flaccid five inches of meat ready for my right hand. The other was a portly gentleman with a tiny cock. As soon as I wrapped my hand around it and started sucking it though, it grew to a nice respectable length. I started pumping with my hands, alternating sucking between the two. "You guys are going to be very good friends, after this..." I took a break from sucking as I looked at them both and then again at the camera. "Let's see if you can cum at the same time!" I pulled both guys closer toward me and started slapping my face with their dicks, rubbing them against the cum on my cheeks and forehead. "Oh shit," said the skinny guy as he was getting close. I slowed down on him and sped up on the other guy, but it was too late. The first one shot his load and missed entirely, getting it on the floor. The heavier boy was still going strong, so I released the other one and focused on him. Within a few minutes he came in my mouth, and I started to let it dribble down my chin for the camera. "Well that hardly worked," I teased the camera with my hands on my hips. "Numbers 5 and 6, let's see if you can do it!" I started the show again, taking two dicks into my hands and rubbing them against me. This time I got into a playful rhythm, almost like I was dancing, as I bobbed between the two cocks. I was in heaven, having access to every kind of dick God had created. "Hey, I think we need some music in here!" George scurried off to the stereo to put on some dance music, and everyone in line started dancing as they drank more. "How are you guys doing?" I looked up to see the two guys high-fiving and laughing. I started picking up the pace on their dicks and one of them started to moan, giving me a warning. The other one begged him to hold out a little longer, and at the same time I felt hot splashes of cum hitting me from either side. These boys must have been holding out a long time, because I got hit with stream after stream of hot jizz, from my hair to my neck to my shirt. I was basically drenched in it. "Thank you boys," I winked as I started to pull my shirt off. "Number 7! I want you to cum on my tits!" A doughy kid that looked kind of like Ralph almost sprinted up to me, his average-sized cock swinging by his thighs. "You actually look like Ralph," I stared into the camera. "But that cock is a lot nicer!" The boys started jeering in line. I took his meat into my mouth all the way to the hilt and gave a loud, exaggerated moan. "Mmmm, and you taste better too!" The boys all started cheering for this kid, who was clearly a beta male, in celebration. "I'll tell you what, why don't you fuck me?" The guys roared with approval as I stood up and pulled my skirt and panties down, bending over the chair and facing the camera. Mario looked at me with sad eyes but I didn't care. The kid got behind me and peeled my sweaty ass cheeks apart, rubbing his cock along it to get a little wet. "Come on, fuck me with that gorgeous prick of yours!" In an instant the boy was inside of me, and I put on a show for the camera. I was bucking, rolling my eyes, moaning, and yelping. This kid must have thought he was a stud, but within a minute he squeezed my ass hard and I realized he was coming. In an instant I pushed him out and turned around, catching his cum on my naked tits. "Yeahhh, baby!" The kid shook his entire body as the orgasm finished and wobbled off camera, his pants around his ankles. The next dozen guys were a blur. My hands got tired, my mouth got tired. I had guys work themselves up and then teased them with my tongue to make them cum. I let them fuck my tits. I let them grind their cocks against my asscrack and cum on my back. I was nearly painted white, cum in my hair and eyebrows. By the time I was down to the last five guys, I was totally exhausted. But I was so close to finished! To give myself a breather, I decided to have a little solo time with the camera. The guys were all really drunk at this point, and most of them were jerking off watching me please their brothers. "Ok Ralph," I leaned in to the camera with a sexy whisper. "I'm really fucking tired. Getting 20 guys off is exhausting! It's only been like, 45 minutes!" I started to rub the cum on my face and tits together, massaging my throbbing nipples. The guys that had already finished were still playing with themselves, which gave me an idea. "I think my skin is drying out though, so to make sure I look my best for you I'm going to do a BIG finish." Everyone quieted down to see what I meant. "Bring in the rest of them!" The last five guys walked up, excited but also somewhat anxious that they weren't getting the full treatment. "I want you guys to fucking paint me," I added. "This is our last hurrah!" The guys started to cheer and pull their dicks out. "And the rest of you," I stood on my tip-toes and yelled to the crowd of guys I just blew. "When you hear me call out for Ralph, you feel free to join and cum on me too!" The guys cheered again, and I saw more cocks come out as they furiously started to work up erections. I kicked the chair out of the shot and took off my skirt, completely nude except for the layers of semen. "You 2," I said looking at the boys' cocks, "in front." The two boys stood in front of me, awaiting further orders. "You," I said gesturing toward the kid with the smallest dick, "I want you to fuck me while I do this." The kid stood behind me, licking his lips as my gushing cunt glistened under the fluorescent lights. "You two," I asked the last kids, the ones with the biggest dicks, "to the sides." Like a crew team, everyone took their place on their knees with their cocks thrust in. I got on all fours, bracing myself on the two huge dicks with my hands. I started to alternate between sucking the other two cocks in front of me, as if I was driving some elaborate machine. "Are you going to fuck me, number five?" I asked. Without further hesitation, the boy mounted me and started pumping me with his little tool. The encounter was a blur as I was in a total state of euphoria. Two dicks swung and slapped me in the face while I jerked off a pair of thick, long cocks. Someone was eagerly pumping away at my pussy while I rocked back and forth in a rhythm to please the five guys. "Pull out when you're going to cum," I turned my head to shout at the kid fucking furiously at my pussy. "I want to be covered in cum for this!" Just as I said that, one of the dicks I was sucking started spewing onto me. The sight of me taking it in the face started a chain reaction, and I realized this was the moment. "This is for you Ralph!!!" Like a flock of birds, the frat boys all ran to me, frantically pumping their dicks to make it in time. I don't even remember who was where. Buckets of jizz were in the air, getting on the floor and sometimes the other guys. Guys were groaning and grunting, shoving their dicks at me and hoping to get a last minute suck or pump. "YESSSSSS," I screamed as I grabbed and kissed and teased all the ones I could get my mouth and hands on. The guys all backed away as they finished, leaving one kid who still hadn't cum. "This is for you, Ralphy," I teased coyly to the camera as I crawled to the kid. I felt like a snail, slinking along this slimy pool of cum on the ground. My entire body, hands, knees, and face were covered in thick, sticky cum. I couldn't smell or taste anything but the salty tinge of every man's sauce. The last kid was George, who started to grunt as he pounded away at his dick. I put my hands on his thighs, smiling at him and squeezing my tits together. Seeing my cum-plastered tits sent him over the edge, as George shot the final load on my face. A single, thick line of semen ran straight down my face, from my forehead down my nose. "See, Ralphy? I'm not yours." I stood up seriously and picked the camera up off the tripod. "I do what I want; I'm not your whore. I'm my own whore." The boys cheered as I turned off the camera, my fingers sliding around as they were still coated with jizz. Mario stood up and clapped, giving me a smile. "Thank you," I mouthed to him. I knew this was hard for him, and I knew I could make it up to him. "Now what?" he asked, handing me a bunch of towels to cover myself and wipe off. "Now phase two: we show it to Ralph." The Way a Family Would Ch. 05 We were armed, and we were ready. Ralph had unleashed the beast within me, and Mario was back from school. We were going to make him pay for what he did to me. I flashed Mario a vengeful smile as I softly closed the door to my room. "We're ready." "Are you sure?" "Oh yeah," I sat down next to him on the bed and squeezed his thigh. "I left the video right on his desktop and named it Jenny.avi. I also left another pair of my panties hanging out of the hamper in the hallway closet." "Nice touch!" "Oh, and the pièce de résistance?" I stood up and took off my shirt, letting my large breasts jumble around in their bra. "I set up a webcam so we can watch." "Ew," Mario paused as he was taking off his shirt. "I don't want to watch Ralph jerk off," "Ugh, neither do I," I was down to my bra and panties now. "But nothing will get me off like seeing that man broken." Mario shrugged and stripped down, approaching me slowly. "Easy sailor," I joked as I playfully fondled his dick. "We don't want you going off before showtime!" Mario sat down with a huff and hugged one of my pillows. "So we just wait here?" "He'll be home from work soon. You hid the cars, right?" "Yesss," he sighed and rolled his eyes. "They're three blocks over. He's home alone." As if on cue, the front door opened and I shushed Mario. "Wait, what if he comes in here first?" "Does he do that?" Mario whispered. He looked silly sitting there in anticipation, naked with his flaccid cock on my pink, fluffy bedspread. "I don't know," I snapped back, "I'm never here!" We sat completely still for what felt like an hour, but was really only a few minutes as Ralph came into frame on the camera I'd hidden. The resolution wasn't great, but we were watching and I was recording. Ralph started changing out of his work clothes, checking his phone messages, and sat down at his computer. After a bit of browsing he stood up and left the room. "Shit," I worried, thinking he was coming in here to steal something or check my computer. "Come on, let's get started!" In a flash Mario had me on my stomach, sliding his cock up and down my ass crack to work up a solid boner. "He took the bait," Mario paused as he looked down for my response. Ralph had returned with the bait panties in hand. "Well, don't stop now that you've got me all hot and bothered..." Mario continued teasing me with his cock. My heart was pounding in anticipation as Ralph pulled his cock out and curiously looked at his desktop. I could feel my pussy throbbing at the thought of Ralph's imminent self-destruction. I lied there on my stomach, my brother's cock playfully sliding around my ass crack, as I waited for my stepfather to start masturbating. Ralph almost ritualistically rubbed my panties on his face, smelling and basking in the scent from my pussy juices. He opened the video and I saw myself on his screen, greeting him from the frat house. Ralph's cock went limp in a heartbeat. "Oh shit," Mario joked as I wiggled and flexed my buns to hug his dick. "He's watching it!" Ralph sat down and dropped the panties, in awe as he watched me blow guy after guy. His face was red as a tomato when I taunted him with the boy that looked like him. He sat there watching, unaware that my brother was using me as a hot-dog bun, until the very end with the big finish. I saw a look of pure rage in his eyes as he stood up and stormed out of the bedroom. "He's coming!" I shouted as I got on all fours and presented my pussy to Mario. "Finally, I was nearly cumming too!" Mario clutched my luscious ass and used one cock to spear his cock into me. Just as I felt him stretch me out with the length of his cock, the door flung open and Ralph burst in, blinded with hate. I'm not sure what his plan was, but I figured it was to wreck the place. He was completely beside himself, and seeing me there on all fours with my brother balls-deep in me didn't help. "What the fuck, you whore?!" he shouted as he menacingly approached us. "Sorry Daddy," I mocked him as Mario started to pick up the pace. "I'm a little busy here." I saw Ralph's dick start to harden at the sight of me getting pounded. "Look, Mario...he's getting turned on." "You little bitch," he came toward us and with a single motion Mario shoved him back. "Stay the fuck out of this, brat." Mario pulled out of me and leaped off the bed. Ralph was bulkier, but Mario was clearly in better shape. I didn't want this to come to a physical altercation, but I'm not sure what my plan actually was. I sort of hoped he'd just drink himself into an oblivion and then drive into a tree or something. "Fuck off, you old pervert," Mario bumped chests with Ralph. I had to contain my laughter at the sight of these two naked men trying to intimidate one another, at the same time avoiding touching each other's dicks. "You're a fucking pervert too, you're fucking your sister! At least she's not related to me!" "At least she's willing with me," Mario shot back. The two stood there, waiting for the other to make the first move. After a dramatic pause, Ralph backed away. "You're twisted. You're a fucking whore," he looked at me. "I saw your home movies. This bullshit is nothing new. What did you even think was going to happen?" I stood up and squeezed my tits together at him. "I don't know Daddy," I wiggled my shoulders at him. "I thought maybe you'd keep your fucking prick to yourself. I'm nobody's whore. Everyone wants some of this and I give it to whoever I want." Ralph scoffed. "The last thing I need is your hairy, flabby body and your shriveled little dick." Ralph waved off my comment. "And besides, I've seen you sniff my panties. I know you consider yourself lucky to even be in the same house as me." That sent Ralph over the edge. He balled his hand into a fist and Mario instinctively pushed me back to protect me. Ralph struck the wall, making a small crater in the drywall. "Fucking, bitch!" he stormed out. We saw him throw clothes on in the webcam and then he thundered down the stairs, peeling out of the driveway in his car. --- "Holy shit, I still can't believe we did that!" Mario shook his head as he poured some champagne into my glass. We were celebrating, not knowing or caring when Ralph would be back. We knew he wouldn't dare show his face again, but just in case a few of Mario's bigger fraternity brothers were waiting in a car down the street. They offered to hang out in case anything went down, figuring they still owed me a few favors. "Believe it," I toasted with Mario, "We do what we want." "Indeed," he said as he winked and ogled my cleavage. "Listen, I don't mean to be a wet blanket but I kind of want to talk about what's been happening." My head started racing as I realized that Mario had been through a hell of a week. Between me fucking his brains out on the couch, and filming me blow and fuck his whole fraternity, and then fucking me in front of our stepfather...he probably had a lot on his mind. "Sure thing, hon." I sat down at the kitchen counter and folded my hands, waiting for him to start. "Well, it's been pretty crazy lately. And, I know you get what you want, but I have some weird thoughts about this." I prayed desperately that I hadn't ruined my relationship with my brother by fucking him, or by trying to vindictively destroy our stepfather. "I really love you, and I really like you, but..." Him trailing off brought tears to my eyes. Was I being dumped by my brother? Maybe taking whatever I want wasn't a good strategy. I'd been so foolish, eventually the consequences were going to catch up to me, I just didn't want it to be at the cost of my relationship with Mario. "But you don't love me anymore?" "Of course I do!" He put his hand on mine. "But, I really love you. And I don't think that will work with this...new Jenny. I understand why you did what you did, but I can't have this relationship with you and watch you suck off dozens of guys again." I nodded and wiped a tiny tear from the corner of my eye, feeling relieved. "I know I said I wanted to, and I don't really regret it," I qualified. "But I'm thinking now that there was probably a better solution. I won't be doing that again." Mario smiled in appreciation. "Can you forgive me?" "Forgive you?" he laughed. "You didn't do anything to me. I just don't think I can keep doing this if you're going to be with twenty guys a night." I playfully smacked his arm. "You don't have to worry about that anymore." I leaned in to kiss him and he met me, delicately pushing his tongue between my lips. He had been such a trooper, so warm and accepting of these radical changes. I took a moment to appreciate how much easier this whole thing had been with Mario, and how easily he could have bugged out and made my life miserable. "Thanks for everything." "Who's hungry?" we heard our Mom call out from the front door as we quickly put a respectable distance between us. She came in carrying a pizza and set her purse down on the kitchen table, taking a glance to notice the champagne and glasses. "What's the big occasion?" "I uh, got my grades. All A's!" Mario cheered with his glass. "Oh, you always get all A's." Our Mom could be such a bitch. "Should we save some for Ralph?" I asked innocently. "No, he called me this afternoon after work. Said he was going back tonight to work out some problems, who knows." She threw her hands up in frustration as she started to root around for paper plates and napkins. "I tell you what, I have some problems I wish he'd work out..." Mario and I locked eyes at the mention of our mother's sexual dissatisfaction. "Why don't we pour you a glass, Mom?" I asked with a twinkle in my eye. --- "Oh please," I giggled as I topped off everyone's glasses with more champagne, "Mario hasn't 'been' with a girl since Mindy!" "Jenny!" Mario shushed me as my Mom started laughing. "You poor thing," she asked, "college is like a buffet and you've been starving yourself!" Mario frowned and drew a sympathetic hug. We were all drinking, and certainly starting to feel the effects of the champagne, but our Mom was really enjoying herself. "Besides," she said with a somber tone, "after college it's a lot tougher to find someone." "Well, I'm sure I'll find the right person." Mario said, avoiding eye contact with me. "You never know," she said as she threw back her glass and started to pour another one. "I mean, it took me two tries, and even then..." Mario and I exchanged glances as she made yet another comment about Ralph. "You think you know what you're looking for, but usually it turns out that what you wanted was under your nose all along!" She threw up her hands, spilling a little champagne on Mario's lap. "Oh, shit," she said as she went to the kitchen to get a rag. "Think Ralph's coming back?" I whispered. "Nah, asshole probably went to pick up a hooker or something. I wouldn't show my face around here if I were him." "Well, he's got to come back sometime, right?" "Let me get that, Mario," our Mom returned with a washcloth and leaned in front of Mario on the couch, trying to rub out the stain on his thigh. Mario fidgeted awkwardly, looking at me to convey how clumsily Mom was rubbing around his groin. I saw a familiar bulge starting to develop as our Mom made a circular motion that started going higher up his thigh. "Oh, Jesus...I'm sorry," she slurred as she finally noticed the screaming boner that ran parallel to her hand. "Oh, God," Mario turned his pelvis away, mortified. "Mom, it's just..." "Please, don't worry about it," she stood up as she took another sip of champagne. "It's the booze talking. Be grateful you've got one like that, and that it works so well..." she trailed off as she sat back down. "Mom, is...everything okay with Ralph?" Our Mom looked away and started to fight back watery eyes. "No," she started to bawl and sob. "I think he's cheating on me!" Mario and I knew exactly what she was talking about, and moved to either side of her on the couch to console her. "I mean, one night, a few months ago, he came to bed. We were fooling around and I smelled another...woman on him, if you know what I mean." At first I thought she was referring to the night he fucked me, but then I realized that she wasn't home that night. Were there other women? "Oh Mom, are you sure?" I asked, hoping for details. "Yes, and in the months since then he's had no interest in me. He just jerks off and watches porn. He makes jokes about how old I am and how bad my body is. He doesn't mean it, but it makes me feel terrible!" "Mom, your body's fantastic!" I added. "Let's see how Ralph looks after having three kids!" "Thanks, sweetie," she said as she stroked my hair. Mario handed her a box of tissues as her slowing sobbed. "I'm sorry, I know I've been a bit of a cold bitch to you lately. I just didn't want you to see what I was dealing with; I can't keep it in any longer." "That guy's no good, Mom." Mario chimed in. "He's a jerk, he treats us all like shit. He's making you miserable and we don't need him!" My Mom smiled and pulled us in for a hug. "Oh, you guys..." the crying subsided as we sat close for a minute. "...and besides," Mario added. "There's no way you should ever think you have a 'bad' body. I have to hide you from my fraternity brothers because they all call you a MILF." "What's a MILF?" she asked, oblivious. "It's a Mom I'd Like to..." I trailed off, letting her fill in the blanks. "Oh, my," she nearly shivered at the thought. She crossed her legs and fought back a tiny smile in the corner of her mouth. "Really?" "Mom, you're a total catch. To be honest, I thought you were out of Ralph's league..." Mario piled on. "Thanks, sweetie," she pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek. Mario rotated the wrong cheek though, and they kissed on the lips. Something electric must have happened, between the compliments and the booze, because they kept kissing. Mario's eyes shot open and stared at me, behind our mother, while my Mom started tonguing him deeply. "Mmm," she moaned as her hand dropped to his lap, and I saw Mario's confirmation that he was a willing participant. "Mom!" I shouted in disbelief. It wasn't disapproval, but I figured that we would be one of the ones to initiate this process. Apparently incestuousness runs in the family. She didn't hear me. She was slowly starting to jerk off Mario through his pants, and he was loving it. "Oh, Mom," he moaned as she started kissing his neck and working down to his cock. Mario unzipped his pants and sprung his dick out through the fly. My mom's eyes grew wide as his erect cock stood up, glistening with a drop of pre-cum. "Oh yes, baby boy...you do take after your father!" She opened her mouth and slowly lowered her head onto it, taking it all the way down her throat. "Mmm, and you taste like him too!" I was getting horny as hell, watching my Mom suck off my brother. I pulled my panties and skirt down and started playing with my clit, pulling my legs up to expose my cunt. "Mom, you're so good at this," Mario gasped as she worked him like a piston. "Oh god," she sloppily mumbled as drool and pre-cum dribbled down her chin, "it's so hard, so...firm." She was in heaven having a real dick to play with. "It's been so long!" Without removing her mouth from Mario's knob, she unbuttoned her shirt and got down on the floor between his legs, giving me a better view. "Jesus Mom, that's so good...suck your little boy's cock." The dirty talk was driving me crazy as I fervently fingered myself with one hand, jamming three fingers in as I continued to tweak my clit. "Oh baby, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you," she said as she tore herself off Mario's dick, pounding it and rubbing it on her face. "Cum for Mommy, let her taste you..." "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" Mario shouted as my Mom lodged his entire cock in her throat in one go again. "Mmmmm," my Mom let out as I saw a familiar look on Mario's face. She was milking him like a cow, drinking every drop of cum she could suck out of that cock. "Oh shitttt," I moaned as my hands rocketed back and forth, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. Just as I was starting to get off, the phone rang. We didn't care, as Mario and my Mom watched me play with myself. I was so hot, I wish I had more hands to take my clothes off and play with my nipples. Instead, I pictured the sight that I'll never forget to this day: the look on my Mom's face just before she buried my brother's cock in her throat. The image of it made my toes curl as I felt the familiar pressure build up in my cunt, radiating out in powerful waves that left me collapsed in a pile in the chair. We all looked at each other in disbelief at what just happened as the phone stopped ringing. The answering machine picked up, and a stranger's voice started talking. "Uh, this is Officer Polaski. We have a Ralph Vargas here in custody. He's been arrested for a DUI and had an illegal firearm in the car. Please come down to the station as soon as you get this." The officer left a case and phone number. Maybe it was Ralph's DUI. Maybe it was the fact that I'd just brought myself to the orgasm of my life after my brother came in Mom's mouth. But we were all entirely shell-shocked.