The Tolerant
Chapter Twelve
Saturday Morning
“So are you gonna fuck me or what?!”
DJ paused his show and looked over at his step-sister. “I’m sorry?”
“You’ve been home for 48 hours, and in that time you’ve fucked my mom, you’ve fucked Jody—”
“Just her tits.”
“—fucked Jody’s tits, you’ve fucked Brianne—”
“Just her ass.”
“—fucked Brianne’s ass… you even fucked that bitch-queen Taylor Strehan again. Yeah, that’s right, Brianne tells me her stuff. Should’ve let me film it again—though I guess I couldn’t do that to Bri. Still—all that, and then you’d rather sit around watching… whatever the fuck this is, and the closest you’ve come to touching me was handing me a plate full of Mom’s cunt-bacon.”
“If you wanted a turn, all you had to do was ask. It’s not healthy, bottling shit up like this.”
“Ask…!” She turned beet red with anger. It occurred to him that Lauren had had so many guys willing to do anything to fuck her that she’d never had to ask anyone before. Saying no that many times probably made her forget what it sounded like when someone said it to her.
This should be fun.
“Yeah. If you want my cock, all you have to do is say ‘please DJ may I have your cock.’ That’s all.”
“I’m not gonna say that!” she shouted.
“Suit yourself.” He unpaused the TV and looked away from her. She stared furiously at him for a long moment before deciding it would be impolite to yell, then stormed off to her room. She slammed the door so hard the house shook. Morgan yelled for her to apologize; she didn’t, but DJ motioned for Morgan to let it go.
Saturday Afternoon
“May I please have your cock, DJ,” Lauren repeated, only barely louder than her initial mumble.
“That’s what I thought you said.” He grabbed the waist of her sweatpants and pulled her over; she didn’t resist. They never did, not really.
He tugged them down to her ankles and felt at the crotch of her panties; she was good and damp already. Without getting up from the couch he bent her over and stripped off her t-shirt, then her bra, and found her nipples good and hard as well.
“All right. I’m not too impressed with your choice of attire, but… fine.” He tugged off his pants, was pleased to see the gleam of lust in her eyes. “Go ahead and blow me, Laur.”
“What? No, I meant… I meant you can fuck me. I mean, I will if I have to—I don’t wanna be rude—but… c’mon. I said you can fuck me!”
“Oh, can I really?” DJ asked sarcastically. “Duh, of course I can. And if you’d done what I told you to earlier, maybe I would have. Instead, you diddled around all morning—maybe literally, seeing how wet you are—and made me wait. Now, I want a blowjob.”
“But… but… I wanna fuck,” she whined. Still, she sunk to her knees acceptingly.
He looked at her, considering. “You’re sure you wouldn’t rather suck my dick?”
“I’m very, very sure.”
“All right then.” He gave her a little shove, knocking her off balance and landing her on her butt. “Morgan! Get your ass in here—I need a blowjob and your daughter’s too selfish.”
“Coming, master!” came her voice from the bedroom.
“But—you said—you asked if…!”
“You made your choice—now deal with it.” Morgan sauntered into the room, blushing somewhat at being dressed in only a skimpy yellow thong in front of her daughter, but obeying quickly. She knelt down at DJ’s side and began licking lovingly at his slowly hardening prick as Lauren stood up and glared at the two of them.
“And get out of the way, will ya? This is an awesome episode.”
“But. I. You. She. GRRRRR!” Lauren growled as she stormed off.
Saturday Evening
“May I suck your cock, DJ?”
“Wow, Lauren, you sure clean up nice.” She did. Remembering his fondness for her sport of choice, she was wearing her cheerleading uniform, though from his position lying on the couch it was apparent she’d skipped the panties. From the way her tits jiggled every step she too, it was clear she’d foregone the bra too. She’d smeared on enough makeup for a middle schooler at her first sock hop, and had her hair up in pig tails.
“Thanks!” she said, literally skipping over, pompoms in hand, her every step a feast for the eyes right up until she landed next to him, sliding into the splits gracefully. While holding the position, she undid his pants and released his cock.
As she began her blowjob, she wasn’t sparing on the theatric appreciation of his taste—“mmmm!”—or his girth—“oh god I can’t wait to get this monster inside me!”—or her gratitude for being allowed to blow him—“you’re so sweet to let me get a second chance to suck you off.” He took a pigtail in each hand and thrust softly; Lauren sweetly allowed her step-brother to fuck her pretty face.
Eventually his arms got tired; he let her take the affair back into her own control. Instead, she let his glistening length slide out from between her lips. “Well now, looks like you’re good and ready for me,” she said, teeth gleaming at him between bright red lips.
“I sure am,” DJ replied, seizing her pig tails again and guiding her mouth back onto his cock. Her eyes widened in surprise, but of course, she went along with it. He didn’t like to think that he enjoyed it more now that she was realizing he still didn’t intend to give her what she wanted, but… sure enough, not a minute later her cheeks were puffing out with a thorough dousing of his cum.
He held her there until she swallowed, then relinquished his grip. “What the hell, DJ! You weren’t supposed to finish!”
“What the fuck is ‘supposed to’?”
“You were supposed to fuck me, damnit!”
“Huh. You should’ve said so.” He shrugged.
“I did earlier! You complained about how I was dressed, and I know how you are about the uniform, and you said you wanted me to suck you off first, so I did that too!”
“Oh, I meant then, not whenever you got around to it. You wanna get fucked, you need to earn it.”
“If you were any other guy…” She glared. “FINE. What do I need to do to earn it?”
“Well, I’ve had your mouth; I still want a titty-fuck and an ass-fuck before I think I’m ready to cave to your demands.”
“What! You want me to get you off three times before you even penetrate me?”
“Um, Lauren, maybe you’re unclear about what ass-fucking means…”
“That doesn’t count. Why can’t we just have sex? I’m hot, right? And I’m willing. Right here, in my little uniform, wet and ready. Come on, DJ. You owe me.”
“Morgan, tell your daughter to quit being such a selfish cunt.”
“Quit being a selfish cunt, Lauren,” Morgan’s voice came from the next room.
“DAMNIT!” Lauren stomped off once again.
Saturday Night
“Fine. Let’s just do this.”
DJ stirred, having been half-asleep, still lounging on the couch. Morgan had evidently come and put a blanket over him at some point when he’d nodded off—thoughtful of her. Now, Lauren stood over him. She was completely naked, and utterly impatient.
“Do what?” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“I feel bad for being grouchy at you earlier, and I’m horny out of my mind. Plus it’s fucking bizarre that you are so apathetic about fucking me because I am an amazing lay and you fucking know it.”
“Well, I told you what I wanted.”
“You did. I’m ready. Do you want my tits first, or my ass? I brought some lube, either way.”
“Oh, that ship has sailed, Lauren.”
“Wait… does that mean you’re not going to make me do those things?” She brightened.
“It does.”
“Finally!” she said, settling on top of him. Damn, the bitch was exactly as hot as she thought he was. Only months of availability of any piece of ass he could want have him the resolve to dump her off his lap.
“You misunderstand. It means I don’t want to fuck your tits or ass any more; I still want some T&A before you get your turn. So if you want a ride before I go back to school tomorrow, you better hurry your ass up and find me a damn fine sample of both.”
Her nostrils flared angrily, but she had finally learned her lesson and kept her voice cool. “All right. So… what about Mom? She’s got big tits, big ass. Let’s whistle and see if she comes running, eh?”
“Geez, Lauren—awfully eager to pimp out your mom,” DJ said as Morgan’s voice came from the guest room, “I heard that young lady!”
She gritted her teeth. “Fine. Do you want me to just comb the streets then?”
“I think you know what I want.”
She frowned. “Come on. Please not that.”
“Not what?” he asked innocently.
“Don’t make me call my friends over for you to molest them.”
DJ laughed. “Don’t be a drama queen, Laur. Nobody’s making you do anything, and nobody’s going to make them do anything. But if you do, I want you to tell them exactly what you want and why you want it. Honesty is important between friends.”
“This is why you don’t have any.”
“Good night, Lauren.” He rolled over and pulled the blanket up.
“No no no no no wait!” she said quickly. “OK, fine, fine fine, just lemme get my phone.” She scurried away, returning a moment later, already in the midst of typing a group text to Jody and Brianne.
Lauren: hey u guyz up?
Lauren: wake up wake up wake up
Lauren: cmon it’s barely after midnight u losers answer ur phones already
Update: Technically Sunday Morning
Jody: What’s up? Is everything OK?
Lauren: rock—now we need bri—like NOW. crazy urgent
Jody: you’re freaking me out—is something wrong?
Lauren: this is kinda awkward but
Lauren: i need u guyz to come do stuff 2 DJ
Brianne: well why didnt you just say so? lol
Lauren: i knew u were screening ur txts u bitch lol
Jody: What “stuff” does DJ want us to do…? Or maybe I don’t need to ask hehehe
“Be nice and clear, Lauren. No more trying to mislead people, no more being selfish,” DJ admonished.
Lauren: he wants to fuck ur tits jodes and bri’s butt
Lauren: and im not allowed to fuck him until u do and i have to convince u
Brianne: rofl
Jody: LOL seriously?!?!
Jody: man, you sure got desperate for some cock in a hurry
Brianne: ya geez—this from the girl who was just sayin last week how she could have any guy she wants lolol
Lauren: well in school i can
Lauren: whatever fuck u bri
Lauren: so are u guyz coming or what?
Jody: So you’re saying if we don’t come, you don’t get to cum either?
Brianne: lol nice one
Lauren: look whatever just remember this is DJ were talking about
Lauren: so just keep that in mind b4 u decide 2 b bitches
Jody: Fine, fine. After that incident the other day, DJ-related activities are the only exception to my being grounded, so I may as well seize the opportunity.
Jody: Super weird to explain to them why I’m leaving though.
Lauren: heh well they always worried those boobs of urs were gonna turn u in2 a slut so guess they were right
Brianne: pick u up in 15 jodes?
Jody: kk
Lauren: just hurry DJ says 2 come as u r
Jody: Ummm… all right, if DJ says so.
Bri: See u soon
They arrived half of an agonizing hour later; Lauren was watching for them and let them in without them needing to knock. This was good, as Jody was standing on the front step topless; Brianne was covered in some rather frumpy-looking pajamas. With Lauren standing there totally naked, they were quite the mismatched trio.
“Hey ladies,” DJ said. “Um, Jody…?”
“You said to come as I was. My aunt Shirley is still over and she always jacks the thermostat up, so I was trying to keep cool. Thanks, by the way. Gonna be super easy to have my family take my feminist street cred seriously when I have to tell them I’m leaving to meet a guy in the middle of the night in nothing but a pair of boxers.”
Lauren just laughed at her. “Whatever—nothing compared to the nudity levels around here.”
“Heya, DJ,” Brianne said, ignoring the other two. “Thanks again for yesterday. That was seriously awesome. I don’t know how you talked her into that, but… thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
“Hey, and speaking of our pleasure, why don’t you two little skank-puppets hurry up and do what you’re good for so we can get this whole weird thing over with.”
That got both of her friends’ hackles up, and DJ quickly intervened. “Whoa now, easy ladies. What I’m sure Brianne meant to convey on my behalf was that I think you two are insanely sexy and crazy fun, and I wanted to see you again before I left.” That mollified them somewhat. “And what she also failed to convey was that, as she noted on the phone, she doesn’t get any action until I’ve had you two.”
“I can’t say that really puts me in the mood,” Jody said sourly, and Brianne nodded agreement.
“I know. But that’s her problem. I’m not done with you two until you say so—that is, she gets her turn when you say she does, and not before.”
“Hey now!” Lauren butted in. “That’s not how you said it earlier!”
“Yeah, but you were rude. Besides, consider it payback for the time you said you’d pick me up from the academic decathlon competition senior year and instead I had to walk home two hours in the snow in the middle of the night.”
“That was years ago, just let it go already!”
“Hmmm. Nah, payback’s more fun. So what do you say, ladies? You get to hold Lauren’s sex life for ransom.”
Brianne spoke up softly. “Did you really wanna see me—us—or is this just a game with your sister? I mean, either way you can do whatever you want to me. Just wondered, I guess.”
“Of course I wanted to see you. Get out of those PJ’s, babe. You sound like you need some convincing.”
She perked up at that, and moments later, she was bent over the arm of the couch, her tight ass high. DJ wasn’t exaggerating—after her enthusiasm in the locker room, he couldn’t wait to fuck her again. He had Lauren suck him to hardness and lube him up, which she did with feigned cheerfulness. Brianne’s asshole was as tight as ever, even after the previous day’s dicking.
“You know, it figures,” Lauren complained from the side, trying not to stare at her step-brother ass-fucking one of her best friends. “I work and work and work to sculpt a decent body, and here he goes after the skinny girl who has to try to gain weight.”
“Yeah, it’s not a fair world all right,” Jody said wryly.
“Oh whatever, you don’t even work out, you just grew cow tits one day in seventh grade and suddenly you’re hot enough as is.”
“Kiss my ass,” Jody retorted. Then, a mischievous gleam entered her eyes. “In fact, if you want my blessing… kiss her ass.”
Lauren looked where she was pointing, that taut patch of flesh that barely even quivered as DJ sawed into her. “What? You’re out of your mind.”
“Hey now,” DJ interjected, “you wanna fuck me, and I wanna fuck you. That’s the price you pay—unless you want to tell me I can’t have what I want from you. Do you?” She stiffened, then shook her head. “Good. So for tonight, the queen bee becomes the drone. Or whatever the bottom bee is called.”
Jody smirked. “Well then. Pucker up.”
With a scowl, Lauren obeyed, pressing her lips to Brianne’s firm buttocks, leaving a nice red lip print. “Oh don’t stop—and try to look like you’re enjoying it.”
Brianne’s moaning intensified at the feel of her sexy friend’s mouth on her; she’d fantasized about this—or at least, something a little like this—ever since they’d had that wild group sex when DJ was home last time. To be honest, she’d fantasized about being with Lauren for years, and had had to suck it up and just let them be fantasies.
Not tonight, though. “Can she… eat me out?”
“Tell her, not me. She’s the one who needs your approval.”
Brianne grinned, then winced as DJ shifted his hips, her ass so tight it felt like it would burst. “Eat me, Lauren. I want you to eat my pussy. That’s my price.”
It required some inventive repositioning, ultimately leaving Brianne on her side on the floor, one long leg hooked over DJ’s shoulderas he straddled the other, with Lauren lying parallel with her face in front of Brianne’s pussy. Lauren dove in obligingly, her long tongue gently teasing at Brianne’s clit even as her step-brother’s balls slapped her rhythmically in the chin.
Before DJ was done with her, Brianne had too many orgasms to count; one followed another followed another as she lie there and let Lauren and her step-brother tend to her sweetly needful holes. She’d completely lost track of the world around her, so when she realized she was just lying there naked, a trickle of DJ’s cum leaking out of her butt, she just sighed happily.
Jody was up next, once DJ had cleaned himself off and allowed a little time to recover. On the couch, he beckoned her over to him; she sunk to her knees and crawled sensuously, her gigantic knockers dangling beneath her so far they nearly touched the floor. “Jugsy’s turn?” she asked coyly.
“It is. I’m a little tired, so I’m gonna have you do most of the work this time.” He snapped his fingers and pointed. There was a moment where he saw Jody the defiant feminist recoil at having a man command her to titty-fuck him with a snap of his fingers, but then it was gone, leaving Jugsy, the girl with the most sensitive breasts he’d yet encountered who couldn’t wait to have a cock between them.
“Lauren, you’re going to lick and suck my nipples while I do this. And feel free to thank me after—there’s a thousand horndogs at our school who would kill for the opportunity.”
“Lucky me,” Lauren grumbled. She hopped onto the couch beside her step-brother ass-up, lying down with his head by his lap, feet up in the air. Jody reached for the lube, but instead ordered her friend to lick her cavernous cleavage wet. She then wrapped those glistening titties around DJ’s cock and started rubbing them up and down.
Brianne had since regained her senses, and watched Lauren lapping at her friend’s bounteous boobage with envy. “Jody, I… I don’t suppose I could… too?”
Jody smiled at her friend. “Oh, what the hell, Bri.” She waved her over and let her settle into place opposite Lauren.
Soon enough, Jody was getting both her tits sucked, groped and licked by her two best friends as she dutifully pleasured DJ. She sucked his fingers as he put them in her mouth, tried to keep it together as her friends teased her nipples to her own series of orgasms. Lauren and Brianne had to finish the tit-fuck for her as she was trembling too hard to keep any sort of rhythm going. She was so lost in her fog of bliss that she barely felt his cum splash her face and tits.
The four lie there in a tangled pile, no one really sure whose hands were caressing what, whose mouth was sucking what, no one seeming to much care as long as they didn’t stop.
“I think it’s your turn, Lauren,” DJ said after a while. “And I think after what we put you through, I’ll let you dictate the terms. So you tell me—how do you want me? Whatever you want, even if it’s not my thing, I promise I’ll tolerate it.”
“Well don’t make it sound like such a chore,” Lauren said playfully. “You know, some guys think my body is pretty fucking tolerable.”
“I just meant that you put up with a lot from me… I want to give back. Come on, what’s the plan. I know you’ve had all weekend to think about it.”
She nodded. “I did. I had this whole fantasy thing, getting a hotel room, a bottle of champagne, some sexy lingerie… not romantic, per se, but just sexy. Something memorable, a little crazy maybe.”
“You got it,” he said.
“Hang on—I said I had this fantasy. After tonight, I think I’ve changed my mind. If it’s OK with you… I think I want to do it… together.” Brianne smiled brightly; Jody looked pleased, flattered. “If that’s OK with them. And with you.”
“I’ll abide by the concensus,” he said.
Brianne giggled. “You know my vote. Jodes?”
The cherubic blonde’s round face smiled softly. “Well, nobody likes a party pooper… I guess I’m in too.”
They fucked.
Per his promise, DJ did his best to keep to Lauren’s pussy, but she demanded to experience what the others had, to have her tits sucked and fucked, to have her ass stuffed as Brianne ate her out. Brianne and Jody amused one another separately, hands and mouths roaming where they would, as they half-watched Lauren’s pussy plugged; later, the three of them were a tangled mess of legs and tits and butts and a single coveted cock, and DJ stopped even trying to pay attention to whose what he was fucking at any given point.
None of them seemed to mind.
The sun was just beginning to rise out the window by the time they were through, collapsing into an exhausted, contented heap.
“I’m sorry I was so pushy earlier,” Lauren said.
“I’m sorry I had you kiss Brianne’s ass,” Jody said.
“I’m not sorry for any of this,” Brianne said. “This was one of the best nights of my life.”
DJ, meanwhile, sat back watching their tenderness and feeling good and relaxed. Here they were, three girls who—let’s be honest—never would have given him the time of day, much less experimented with one another in such a way, and he’d given them a night of passion they could remember fondly for years to come. The closest thing to a victim in it all was Jody’s parents, who would need to learn to accept their daughter as a sexual being soon enough anyway when she left for college next fall, if not sooner. Morgan got to have some angry sex—and got to have a pleasant Thanksgiving with her family. Even Taylor had had a good time, no matter that she had refused him the satisfaction of saying so.
DJ had used his power, and sure, it had been selfish. But for once… legitimately no harm done.
He hadn’t ruined any lives. In fact, he had perhaps enriched them—or was that too vain a notion to be believed? Gazing down at the trio of women caressing one another fondly in the soft light of dawn, he allowed that it might not be at that.
This had been exactly what he needed to clear his head after the week behind him. A little kindness, a little craziness, a little perspective. He’d been dreading going back to school, even considering not going back at all. Now, for the first time, he really felt like he understood this power of his, and had an idea of what to do with it.
Tolerance happened every day all over the world. Some people used the forebearance of others to prey on the compassionate and the understanding—an absentee landlord, a drug pusher, the lobbyist who exploited a corrupt system for personal gain. They saw that they could get away with something, hurt others and benefit themselves and get away with it, so they did. At the other end of the spectrum were people who used the tolerance of others as a cudgel to do what needed doing. A teacher who set high standards and stuck by them, a homeless person pestering passers-by for a little change or a scrap of food, a mother making her children eat their vegetables and read a book now and then. Some did it to survive, some to push people into doing what was in their best interest all along.
Since he’d gotten the tolerance, DJ had experienced more loneliness and isolation than he ever had before, severed from the web of human emotions, no longer bound by the delicate give and take that forged bonds between people. Yet he’d also experienced some of the strongest, most wonderful connections of his life, seen real intimacy and been a part of powerful experiences.
He’d hurt people—he could admit it, now, if only in his own heart. He had been selfish and willfully ignorant, indifferent to the plights of others, and at times, even cruel. There had been no consequences—not to him, anyway—and it had been the easy way. To take, and not to question if there was another purpose to it all. Now, he began to see that it didn’t have to be that way.
Maybe his wasn’t the kind of power that came with an alter ego and a cape, but it didn’t have to be the kind with volcano lairs and legions of henchmen, either. Whatever else he had become, he was still a person, and he was capable of kindness, and love, and decency. If others wouldn’t tell him when he had transgressed, it just meant he had to refine his sense of empathy and look for opportunities to pay it forward.
It was time to go back. It was time to make things right.