The Halefield Family Adventure: Chapter 2
mc; Mdom; inc; nosex
It wasn’t until they got to the car that Michelle realized what was wrong with the whole situation. How could she have not noticed it sooner?
“Oh, dear, we don’t have room in the car.” She declared sadly. Her car was a medium sized sedan that barely had room for her and her kids. She couldn’t think of any way that Anthos could ride along with them.
“It’s alright,” said Anthos jovially, “I’ll just sit up front and Paul can ride in the trunk.”
“In the trunk?” Asked Michelle doubtfully. She knew he was a nice man and she trusted him completely, but in this case she had to assume he wasn’t being serious. “You must be joking, of course. Maybe if you sat in the front and Ethan rode on Paul’s lap, then we could-”
“Shut up,” Anthos said suddenly, his voice without any of its previous cheerfulness, “Shut up shut up SHUT THE FUCK UP!! DON’T YOU EVER QUESTION ME YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE!!” He was screaming now, his shrill voice cracking with fury, “YOU UNGRATEFUL COCKSUCKING BITCH!! I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU AND YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD QUESTION ME?! YOU WANT THE CHILD TO RIDE ON THAT BASTARDS LAP, IS THAT IT!? MAYBE SO THAT SON OF A BITCH CAN GET HIS FILTHY HANDS ON THE BOY AND, AND-” he sputtered into incoherent silence, frothing emotions overwhelming his tongue. Michelle froze on the spot, such a sudden outburst from such a nice man left her dumbfounded. After a few moments of silence, he took a deep breath and seemed to regain his composure.
“Open your ears, you stupid slut, because I’m not going to say this twice.” His voice was as quiet like an eel slithering towards its prey, “I. Own. You. I own you and your whole damn stupid FUCKING family. If I want someone to ride in the trunk, that’s what’s going to happen. If I decide you should just leave one of your kids behind, that’s what’s going to happen. If I decide that you should run one of these fucking brats over with your car and then eat his fucking corpse, THAT’S WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN!!”
“I don’t mind riding in the trunk,” said Paul quietly, trying as always to keep everyone happy, “I’m sure I’ll fit.”
“No,” snapped Anthos, turning away from Michelle, “you’re driving us home. The dumb cunt is riding in the trunk.”
“Yes, sir.” Said Michelle, deeply ashamed of herself. Anthos was such a nice man and he had been trying to be nice to her, and she had been acting like a stupid fucking whore. Like an ungrateful bitch. He owned her, after all. He could have just made her stay behind, he could have done anything, but he had tried to find a reasonable solution and she had just thrown it in his face.
Trying hard not to cry from her embarrassment, Michelle climbed into the trunk, squeezing herself between the shopping bags and the spare tire. She heard the trunk slam shut and she was enveloped in darkness.
Michelle spent the ride home in tearful silence, desperately wishing she could go back in time and stop herself from being such a dumb cunt. She hoped that Anthos could find it in his heart to forgive her, although she doubted it; life had given her enough second chances already. After an indeterminate and interminable ride in the bumpy cramped darkness of the trunk, Paul eventually let her out in their garage.
Anthos was already inside, draped over late husbands favorite armchair. Ethan was sitting on the footrest in front of him. Cody, Kelly, and Alison were all seated on the couch, practically sitting on top of each other to all fit. The other armchair, the one she usually sat in, was empty.
“Have a seat,” said Anthos cheerfully; waving a long pliant hand languidly at her armchair, “We need to talk.”
After Paul was born Michelle had gone back to live with her parents, a sixteen year old girl who had sunk lower into drugs and debauchery then most people could even imagine. Going back home and facing her parents had been the toughest, most humiliating moment in her life. Until today, that is. She shuffled over to the chair without tearing her gaze from the floor, too ashamed to even look her own children in the eyes.
“Oh, don’t be so mopey,” said Anthos, “I’m not angry with you. Listen, I admit that you shouldn’t have been so… contrary with me, but that’s no excuse for losing my temper like that. I guess I was more upset because you wanted to compromise the boy’s safety. I know I may seem a bit overprotective, but I really do like him, and I didn’t want him getting hurt. Let’s just put the whole incident behind us, ok?”
“Oh, um… yes,” Michelle said, overwhelmed with feelings of relief and gratitude. He really was such a nice man to forgive her. She didn’t deserve such kindness. “Thank you.” She added in a tearful whisper.
“Yes, yes.” Anthos said, shifting bonelessly to a more comfortable position on the chair, “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get to know each other better. What’s your name, by the way?” he inquired offhandedly, “I don’t think I’ve actually ever heard it.”
“It’s Michelle. Michelle Halefield” She said, still dazed from the emotional roller-coaster she had just experienced, “But you can call me anything you want.”
“Michelle is fine for now.” Anthos said, lazily reaching over and stroking Ethan’s shoulder. “It’s important that we can all be casual and comfortable around each other, right?”
“I guess so.” Said Paul, still leaning against the doorway to the garage, “we’ve always been a pretty casual family.”
“And who exactly are you, Paul?” Anthos asked, caressing Ethan’s thigh with his sinewy ductile fingers, “You’re too young to be the children’s father. Michelle’s young boyfriend, perhaps?”
“No sir,” said Paul chucking a little, “although people usually think I am. I’m actually her oldest son.” Normally he hated it when people thought that he and his mom were dating, but today it was funny.
“Really?” Said Anthos, momentarily forgetting about Ethan, “Hmm…” He leaned forward to get a better look at Paul, “Well you do have her eyes.” He said eventually, “I guess I could see it. Different father then these four, obviously. And how old were you when you had him?” The last part was addressed to Michelle.
“I was sixteen.” She said promptly. “And it was with a different man.” She didn’t normally like talking about her sordid teenage years, especially in front of her other kids, but she felt comfortable talking about it now. She felt completely casual and comfortable about everything, in fact.
“Impressive,” said Anthos, “His father must have been twice the man your husband was. He’s a real stud while all your other kids are little sissies.”
“He was quite a guy,” said Michelle, blushing. She probably should have been offended, but how could she ever be angry at such a kind forgiving man? Besides, he was right; Paul’s hard tan body rippled with pronounced muscles, while Cody was usually mistaken for a girl at first glance, especially since he had started growing his hair out and wearing makeup. And Ethan, well, Ethan had only just entered puberty, so there was always the chance he would sprout into something more masculine, but Michelle seriously doubted it.
Underneath his eyeliner, Cody was blushing even deeper then his mom, much to the delight of his sisters. Kelly and Alison both giggled at their brother’s discomfort as he tried to wriggle himself further into the couch, until he was almost behind the girls. Even Paul was grinning at his stepbrother’s shame. Ethan wasn’t embarrassed at all; he either wasn’t offended by Anthos’s comment or he more likely didn’t really understand it.
“I guess your husband was better at making daughters,” said Anthos, “Those girls are damn sexy. Shame neither one of them has a chest like yours.”
“Hey, my breasts are plenty big!” said Alison defensively. Her breast size was a bit of a sore spot for her: although they were a bit larger then average and they fit her body perfectly, they were still the smallest pair in the family, smaller then Kelly’s and completely dwarfed by Michelle’s. “They just seem small compared to mom’s massive udders.” Alison added bitterly.
That earned a bubbling croaky laugh from beneath the lumpy mask as Michelle blushed even deeper, almost as red as Cody. “Yes,” Anthos said, “Your mother certainly does have some impressive assets. How big are those things anyway?”
“They’re a 40-FF cup,” Said Michelle. She had mixed feelings about her substantial breasts. She had always been large chested, and with each pregnancy her ample bosom had swelled even larger. Her late husband had loved her breasts, as had Paul’s father and the many other men from her wild years. And she had miraculously avoided the serious back and neck problems that she had often heard women of her size suffered from; but even without the medical issues her bust would cause her problems. She had a hard time being taken seriously with a rack fit for a porn star; men tended to either treat her as a sex idol or a joke, and women were either envious or embarrassed. Whether people loved them or hated them, her breasts had always been her most prominent feature, the one part of her that everyone noticed first. She had considered getting breast reduction surgery after Max had died, but with four kids she couldn’t afford any kind of unnecessary surgery.
“Nice.” Said Anthos, “Why not take off your top and give those two a chance to breathe, yeah?”
“Well, I guess so.” She knew on some level that she shouldn’t be stripping in front of all of her kids, but she was perfectly comfortable with the whole situation. Besides, she would never refuse anything Anthos asked of her again, not ever. She tossed her shirt aside and unclasped her large bra, allowing her giant breasts to spill out, hardly sagging given her age and their size.
“That’s better.” Said Anthos, “Say, why doesn’t everyone get naked, so mommy doesn’t feel singled out? You too, Ethan.” He added, tickling Ethan’s cheek and earning a giggle from the boy.
Michelle and her children quickly stripped naked, leaving their clothes in a pile on the living room floor. Even Anthos had disrobed, revealing an even more sickly gaunt body then his loose clothing had suggested. He kept his lovely mask on, of course; he needed it. They went back to their respective seats, Cody now surrounded by gorgeous naked flesh.
“Aw, look at that,” said Anthos, “little Cody is trying so hard not to get aroused. It’s okay to show your love for you family, kid. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He added.
Cody’s small penis almost immediately sprang to attention, throbbing harder then it had probably ever been in his young life. Even so, it was only about three inches long at most. Michelle shot a glance at her other two sons. She wasn’t sure if Ethan had even begun puberty yet; his penis was tiny, hairless, and limp. And Paul… well, he may have been limp, but any similarity stopped there. Paul really was his father’s son: even completely flaccid his uncircumcised phallus was three times longer and twice as thick as Cody at full mast. Anthos followed Michelle’s gaze to her indisputably most masculine scion.
“Well, call me Ishmael,” Anthos said appreciatively, winning a giggle from Michelle, a smirk from Paul, and three confused looks from the couch. “That’s what I call an impressive asset,” he added with the confident air of a connoisseur, “But why so limp, big boy?” he asked, “Don’t you love your family?”
“Of course I do, but not in that way.” Paul admitted.
“Come on, look at Alison and Kelly,” Said Anthos, gesturing grandly with the hand not currently exploring Ethan’s body at the voluptuous naked teenagers relaxing on the couch, “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“I really haven’t,” Said Paul genuinely, and Michelle was struck once again by just how lucky she was to have such a wonderful son, “They’re my stepsisters. Besides, they look too way too much like mom, to be honest.”
“So?” Anthos countered, “Your mom is still pretty hot. Don’t you think so?”
“No. I mean… she looks fine for her age, I guess. But… she’s my mother.” Paul said awkwardly. Michelle noticed a slight stirring in his crotch.
“I think she looks hot enough for all ages,” said Anthos, “And I’m pretty sure you’re about to realize that you totally agree with me. I bet you think your stepsisters are sexy too, right?”
“Come on Paul,” said Alison, shifting on the couch to give him a better view, “Admit it. You’ve always wanted me.”
“No, er, I didn’t before, but,” Paul was stammering now, his large penis slowly drifting to attention as he tried to wrap his mind around his new feelings for his step-family, “um… I mean, we’re related and-”
“Calm down Longfellow,” interrupted Anthos, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all family here, right? Why don’t you come on over and sit by your mother.”
Paul walked over to Michelle, his large cock bouncing with every step, and sat down gingerly on the floor next to her. “Atta boy,” said Anthos. “And Alison,” he added, turning his rubbery false-face to the nineteen-year-old, “Don’t act like the feeling is just one way. You know you want him as much as he wants you. Probably more, in fact.”
“Well I didn’t before,” Alison admitted, “But I would have if I had known he was rockin’ such a fat python.”
“I’ve always had a crush on Paul,” offered Kelly, “I know we could never… you know… but he’s so strong and handsome and…” she trailed off, gazing at Paul and absently shifting in her seat.
“Now that is a surprise.” Said Anthos, “but you don’t need to keep that secret. We trust each other here, right? We have nothing to be ashamed of. None of us do. What about you, Michelle, have you ever thought about your son like that?”
“I try not to,” said Michelle, “but he does look so much like his father…” She grinned suggestively at her son’s discomfort.
Anthos laughed his wet gurgling laugh again. “What a family I have found!” he declared, “You people are wonderful, you know that? Wonderful. We’re going to have so much fun together.”