The Halefield Family Adventure: Chapter 5
mc; Mf; oral; inc
“We’ll let him rest for a while.” Said Anthos. “Let’s play with someone else. Kelly,” he decided, pointing at the busty teen, “You haven’t really been the center of attention yet. Let’s focus on you for a moment.”
“Ok,” said Kelly nervously. She didn’t actually want to be the center of attention at all. She preferred being in the background.
“What should we do with you…” said Anthos, idly groping Ethan’s tiny balls. “Well, why don’t you tell me about yourself first.”
“Ok,” she said, “let’s see. I’m seventeen years old, I go to Westbrook High school, I’m usually near the top of my class in terms of grades, I play the piano, I’m on the school chess club and I’m in the band, I have a boyfriend named Alex, I’m saving my virginity for my future husband, I-”
“In summary, you’re appallingly uninteresting.” Said Anthos, “We’ll certainly have to change that. Hey Ethan,” He said, still cradling the boy’s sack.
“What?” Asked Ethan. Michelle noticed he was still fairly flaccid; he was still too young to get a real erection.
“Your sister Kelly is really boring.” Anthos said, “What can we do to fix that?”
“Um…” Ethan took on his familiar confused face, “What if… oh! I got it!” He said suddenly, “I ‘member last year at Halloween when she dressed up like a cow and it was really funny but she didn’t like it. Everyone else liked that a bunch! She could do that again!”
“You dressed as a cow for Halloween?” Asked Anthos.
“Yeah,” admitted Kelly, “it was Alex’s idea. He went as the farmer and I went as the cow… I only did it because he kept asking.”
“Like a real cow or a sexy cow?” Anthos asked.
“It was just a one piece jumper with black-and-white cow print, and it had a hood with horns and ears on it.” Kelly hazarded, “and it came with one of those big rectangular cow bells on a collar, but I didn’t actually wear that. I’m even not sure how you could dress up as a sexy cow.” She added.
“Oh goodness,” said Anthos, “you’re even more dull then I thought. Why don’t you go get that costume, and I’m sure with a bit of help we can make it look plenty sexy.”
“She threw it away,” Alison announced, “’cuz everyone was calling her Milk-Cow and Bessy and Udders. But they totally still call her that.”
“Teenagers can be so cruel.” Said Anthos, “But then again, so can kids and adults and the elderly and everyone else, in fact. Shame about the costume, though. I would have loved to make you into a sexy bovine. So if you didn’t want to be a cow, what would you have preferred to dress up as?” he inquired.
“I wanted to be a cyberman,” Kelly responded promptly. Alison rolled her eyes sarcastically.
“I do hope you mean a cyber-woman,” said Anthos, “I’m not sure how you could dress up like a man with those sweater-puppies.”
“No,” said Kelly, “a cyberman is-”
“It’s a stupid character from that boring British show she’s always watching.” Interrupted Alison.
“Dr. Who isn’t boring!” flared Kelly, revealing that seldom seen emotional side that she only unleashed when debating on the Internet or arguing with her siblings. “You’re just too brainless to appreciate it.”
“Oh right. I’m the stupid one,” Alison responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Because I don’t like a show about a snobby Brit who flies around in a magical blue port-o-potty. I can see how that makes me so dumb.”
“The TARDIS is a police phone booth, you bimbo skank!” Kelly yelled.
“Girls! Stop fighting!” Michelle interpolated sternly. She knew it was too late: once Alison and Kelly had sunk this deep into argument there was little she could do drag them back up to the light of peaceful coexistence.
“Skank?” Alison retorted hotly, “Just because I’m not a blushing virgin like you doesn’t make me a skank! And even if it does, I’d rather be a skank then some antisocial shut-in geek!”
“Will both of you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!?” Anthos shrieked, his piercing voice carving across the room, “NO ONE GIVES A SHIT WHO WATCHES WHAT ON THE FUCKING TV!”
The room went silent for a moment as Anthos regained his composure. “I’m getting real tired of you interrupting everyone, Alison.” He said at last. “Why don’t you come over here and blow me? Maybe if your mouth is stuffed with cock you might actually keep quiet for a change.”
“Um, ok.” She said timidly, defanged by his sudden burst of anger. She slowly moved in front of him, glancing up nervously at his rubbery mask before hesitantly taking his dick in her mouth. She bobbed up and down on it slowly, occasionally letting it go so she could lick the shaft or kissed the head while searching his inscrutable bumpy mask for a sign of approval.
“Better.” Said Anthos, patting her on the head. “Back to you Kelly. You wanted to be some kind of robot for Halloween?”
“Well, cybermen aren’t actually robots, they’re cyborgs.” Kelly said, as Alison grew more confident, lewdly gulping at Anthos’s malodourous member.
“I thought those were the same thing.” Said Anthos, raising his voice over Alison’s sloppy gurgling noises.
“Not actually, a cyborg is part robot, part- stop making so much noise!” Kelly shouted at Alison. “Mom, Alison’s being extra loud and gross just to bug me.” The younger girl whined, appealing to the highest court of family justice.
Alison detached herself from the foul shaft with a sound like water running through a clogged pipe. “This is just what a blowjob sounds like, nerd.” She said while massaging Anthos’s pale spit-stained rod with her hands. “It’s not my fault you don’t know anything about sex,” she concluded before popping the sour shaft back into her mouth and sucking it noisily.
“I can blow a man so quietly that his wife could be snuggling up beside him and still sleep through the whole thing.” Michelle interjected sternly. “And I’m speaking from experience here.” She added. “Now stop interrupting your sister or you are grounded young lady.”
Alison mumbled something in response without meeting her mother’s gaze or taking the dick from her mouth. She continued to suck Anthos’s rod, noticeably less noisily then she had been before.
“Ah the glorious experience that is a family feud.” Said Anthos wistfully. “It makes me wish I had sisters of my own.”
“So Kelly,” he went on, “Since I can no longer enjoy your sibling’s deliberately obnoxious sex noises, please continue your fascinating explanation of how a cyborg and a robot are different.”
“Ok, well,” began Kelly, “a robot is entirely mechanical, while a cyborg is a mixture of human parts and robotic parts. Cybermen are cyborgs from this show Dr. Who, and they’re almost entirely mechanical, the only human part being their brains. At least, that’s how Cybermen work in the new series. In the old series, the Cybermen were-”
“That should be enough info, thanks.” Said Anthos, “And you wanted to be a brain in a robot? It suits you. All emotionless and obedient and boring. I can see why you liked that.”
“No, I just thought it looked cool for a costume, I didn’t really want-”
“Actually, I bet you would love to be a robot for real.” Anthos said, “Being stiff and cold and mechanical. I bet you would love that a lot.”
“Maybe…” Kelly said. She shifted in her seat and her nipples began to harden as she imagined it.
“No, no, no,” said Anthos, shaking his head, “Robots don’t say ‘maybe’ they say fancy computer things, like ‘affirmative’ or ‘acknowledged’ or ‘beep boop’. They’re always rigid and they move in that oh-so-distinct clumsy mechanical way. And robots don’t feel emotions; they just do what they’re told. And when they aren’t told to do anything, they just wait to be told something. Does that sound like fun to you? Being a mindless mechanical puppet? Would you be happier if you were essentially a complicated wind-up toy, free from emotions and independent thought?”
“Oh yes,” Kelly breathed, eyes shut tight, rubbing her naked flesh against the couch.
“Well too bad, Bessy.” Said Anthos. “You’re a person. You have skin and bones, not metal and gears. You can’t ever be a robot. You can’t even be a human brain with a robot body like one of those Cyberguys you were talking about. The technology doesn’t exist, and probably never will. But I bet you could do it the other way,” he went on, shifting slightly as Alison’s skillful ministrations brought him closer to climax, “you could be a human body with a robot brain. That’s probably as close as you’ll ever get. All you have to do is go inside your brain and just delete all those unnecessary ‘emotions’ and ‘desires’ and ‘feelings’ and you’ll be as cold and dull as any computer. And wouldn’t that make you happy?”
“Er-ror. This un-it does not pro-cess e-mo-tions.” Kelly said in a blank monotone. She sat ramrod straight, her arms and legs bent at stiff angles, her face completely impassive.
“I’m glad you’ve realized what you always wanted to be.” Said Anthos, “And –hold on-,” he pulled Alison off his cock, his whole lanky body shuddering with a massive orgasm. His jizz shot out like a hose, drenching Alison’s face, hair, and tits in ropey bands of rancid yellowy goo.
“Whew,” he said, “veni vidi vici, baby. Leave it on, nob-gobbler.” He instructed Alison. “Remember: spunk is sexy this season.”
Alison went back to the couch, covered in Anthos’s foul seed. “Anyway, back to Kelly again.” Said Anthos, wiping up the blobs of cum that hadn’t hit Alison and rubbing them in Ethan’s hair. “Although ‘Kelly’ doesn’t really sound like a good name for a robot, does it?” he continued, “Let’s call you… Slutbot. Seems appropriate, seeing as how you’re a sex robot.”
“Clar-if-i-ca-tion re-qui-red. State-ment: ‘you are a sex ro-bot’ un-con-firmed. Sub-mit sup-port-ing da-ta.” Kelly droned, completely oblivious to Alison and her new smell.
“Ok, let me explain.” Said Anthos, “you’re a robot, so you were built to do certain things, right?”
“Af-fer-ma-tive. This un-it was de-signed to ful-fill spe-ci-fic func-tions.”
“Good. And you see those giant tits on sticking out of your chest?”
Kelly jerkily bent her head down, staring blankly at her tits for a moment before straightening back up. “Con-firmed. This un-it pos-ses-ses large tor-so att-ach-ments.”
“I guess you could call them that. Anyway, you also see that snug little twat between you legs, right?”
Kelly mechanically spread her legs apart, leaning back on the couch and thrusting her hips up to examine her own genitals. After a moment, she returned to her default sitting position, her every stiff movement making her breasts jiggle tantalizingly. “Af-fer-ma-tive. This un-it pos-ses-ses an un-used in-ser-tion port.”
“So, why would someone build a robot with a tight snatch and giant boobies if it wasn’t made for sex?”
“Pro-cess-ing… pro-cess-ing…” Kelly remained motionless on the couch, the twitching of her eyes the only sign of her inner mental workings, “beep boop. Pro-cess-ing com-plete.” She concluded. “Da-ta ac-know-leged. Un-it Slut-bot is a sex ro-bot.”
“Good. I’m glad we sorted that out. I’ll holler if I need you.” Kelly remained rigid, mindlessly awaiting further instructions.