The Halefield Family Adventure: Chapter 6

by Shadow Puppet Theater

mc; mf; mb; ws; inc

“Is Kelly a robot now?” Asked Ethan.

“She thinks she is,” replied Anthos, “And she-”

He was cut off by a soft moan from the center of the room. Cody stirred from his slumber, his cock springing to life.

“Ah Cody, you’re awake.” said Anthos, “and how do you feel?”

“…horny,” muttered Cody sluggishly, “wanna fuck?” He asked, shedding the last shadowy tendrils of sleep in favor of the fleshy tentacles of lust.

“Sorry,” said Anthos, “I’m spent. I’ll need a few minutes to rally my forces.”

“Oh,” the teen said glumly. “Hey Alison?” he asked, crawling towards her, “Do you wanna fuck me? I know how much you like to toy with me. And I am just a toy now. I’ll do anything you want. Anything.

“Ugh, fine,” said Alison crossly, “can you clean some of this stinky cum off me? Not all of it,” she added, glancing at Anthos, “it makes me look sexy. But just the stuff off my face. I don’t like the smell.”

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you!” Cody gushed pathetically. He practically leapt on top of her, running his tongue across her face and scooping Anthos’s foul clumpy seed into his mouth before swallowing it eagerly. “It’s so fucking gross! I love it so much!” the teenage boy blathered gratefully, “I’m the happiest cum-sucker ever!” He dutifully licked her face completely spotless, babbling words of gratitude between messy mouthfuls of spunk.

“All clean, my beautiful sister,” he swooned, “can I do anything else for you? Please treat me like a fucking slave. I know I’m a worthless naked sissy, but please allow me to serve you. I’ll lick your whole fucking body clean if you want.”

“Speaking of ‘making pissy’, I need to go to the toilet.” Ethan declared suddenly. “Can I be ‘scused?”

“He said ‘naked sissy’, not ‘making pissy’.” Corrected Anthos, “And you don’t have to go anywhere. I’m sure Cody would be delighted ease your burden.” He noticed the blank looks the nine-year-olds face. “I’m suggesting you use your brother as a toilet,” he clarified.

“Oh fuck yes.” Cody said, completely forgetting about his sister in favor of his little brother, “Please hose all over me Ethan. Shit right into my fucking whore mouth! Rape my face with your little boy-cock Ethan!”

“You’re not a toilet.” Ethan said, slightly worried by his brother’s manic, desperate attitude. “You’re Cody! You’re my brother!”

“That’s right,” Cody panted, “I’m Cody. I’m your brother. Your stupid whore- sissy brother Cody! Please take a leak on me Ethan. Please? I want it so badly! I want my little brother to treat me like a fucking shitter! That would be so fucking hot!”

“Wow,” said Anthos, “Talk about desperate. Well Ethan, what do you say? Do you want to see a man about Cody?”

“Please, please, please!” begged Cody pitifully, crawling toward his smaller sibling.

“Or maybe it should be ‘see Cody about a horse’,” Anthos murmured to himself, “ah well. You’re nine. You wouldn’t get it either way. Make up your mind quick though,” he added to Ethan, “you’re too old to be wetting your pants.”

“OH GOD I WANT IT!!” howled the teenage boy.

“Um,” said Ethan, “Only if mom says it’s okay.”

“Say yes mom,” pleaded Cody, “please say yes! I wanna shower in Ethan’s little boy-piss! I wanna taste it! Please mommy!” He was on his knees now, groveling and wringing his slender hands in desperation.

“I’ve always said you should spend more time with Ethan,” said Michelle, “of course you two can play. It’s just harmless fun, after all.”

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh-mmph!” Cody’s incoherent rant was cut off as he shoved his face into Ethan’s groin, slamming into his little brother with such force that Ethan almost fell over. Cody managed to fit the nine-year-old’s little cock and both of his hairless balls into his mouth all at the same time, slurping loudly around his little brother’s genitals like a baby sucking on a pacifier.

“Hey, that tickles!” Said Ethan, giggling at the sensation of his older brother swallowing his testicles. “Oh! Get ready Cody,” he declared, “here it comes!”

Cody’s eye went wide with lust. He pulled away from his brother with a wet slurp, leaving a strand of saliva connecting his lips to Ethan’s hairless member. True to his word, Ethan began urinating in a steady golden stream. Cody quickly positioned himself so that Ethan was peeing directly on his face. The teenage boy eagerly swallowed all the urine that landed in his mouth, shuddering in pleasure as he climaxed from the humiliation of being piddled on by his younger brother.

When Ethan was finished, Cody dutifully licked his brother’s hairless cock completely clean, then began cleaning up his own spunk off the floor, smearing his face in his own jizz puddle as he ran his hot wet tongue across the tiled floor.

“Hey Anthos!” he said when he finished, looking at the shapeless mask with shameless lust, “Are you ready to fuck me yet? I wanna get fucked!”

“Oh dear stupid Cody,” said Anthos wearily, looking at the sweaty, stinking, piss-soaked teen, “You still don’t get it, do you? You’re a slut. You’re only here to make other people feel good. Your own pleasure is irrelevant.” Cody was moaning with pleasure, Anthos’s verbal abuse only making him hornier. “You can’t keep begging for abuse,” Anthos went on, “Because that’s what you want, and no one cares about what you want. So try to ease up on the groveling a bit, eh? No one likes a whiney fuck-doll. Take a lesson from Kelly.” He concluded, gesturing at the busty girl still completely immobile on the couch, “She knows how to keep quiet when she isn’t needed.”

“Huh?” Asked Cody, noticing his sister for the first time since he woke up, “What’s up with her? Is she a fuck-doll to? Can I-” he stopped himself, “does she want to fuck me?” He tried.

“I dunno,” said Anthos, “Hey, bimborg! You wanna fuck your stupid whore brother?”

“Er-ror.” Kelly replied blankly, “Slut-Bot can-not ‘want’. Slut-Bot does not feel de-si-res. Slut-Bot can-not think for it-self.”

“Hear that, spunky?” Said Anthos to the ravenous sixteen-year-old. “Kelly doesn’t want anything anymore. I guess you’ll have to just wait till Ethan needs to take a shit or something.”

Cody fidgeted wordlessly, desperate for release but unable to ask anyone to relieve him. He silently pleaded with everyone in the room, his eyes wide with raw primal needs.

“Oh Cody,” said Michelle, looking at her wretched middle son, “I can’t stand to see you looking so sad. Tell you what,” she went on, “If you look in the bottom drawer of my dressing table, you’ll find JC: my big red vibrator. Why don’t you bring him downstairs for me?”

“Oh thank you mommy!” Cody said stumbling over himself in his rush to get upstairs.

“You have a vibrator named JC?” Asked Paul.

“Well, yes dear.” Michelle said. “It’s been six years since Max died. I need something to keep me company on lonely nights.”

“Well, yeah,” replied Paul hesitantly, “but… you call it JC?”

“What’s wrong with that?” asked Alison, “I have a dildo that I call Brad.”

“But… that’s what everyone called my dad.” Said Paul quietly. “JC. Jake Cooper.”

“Oh-ho!” cried Anthos, “how interesting. Still holding a torch for that special man?”

“Well, it’s complicated.” Confessed Michelle, “I can’t say still have feelings for him. At least, not the same feelings I have for Max. Jake was a great guy, sure, but I was fifteen when I met him and he was twenty-nine. It could never have worked out. Still, Jake was hung like Paul here,” she continued, gesturing to her son, “While Max…”

“Was more like Cody?” supplied Anthos.

“Not quite as small as Cody.” Michelle admitted, “But still, when I think about warmth and love, I’m reminded of Max. But when I just want wild hot sex, I think of Jake.”

Halefield FamilyCody came back into the room, gripping the shiny vibrator in his hands. JC was eleven inches of crimson rubber, wreathed with thick studs across its stout shaft. “I brought you your vibrator,” said Cody, “And I know I’m totally small and worthless compared to your toy, but maybe I can lick your ass while you use it?” He asked hesitantly.

“Oh no dear,” said Michelle, “I don’t need anything at the moment. But since you’re so eager to be useful, I thought you could help me out. JC is great, but it gets so cold sitting in my dresser all day. I thought that, seeing as how you’re such a little sissy slut, you’d be kind enough to keep it warm for me in your ass?”

Cody looked happier then he ever had in his life. “Thank you mommy,” he whispered reverently, cramming the big vibrator into ass. Despite his keenness, he could barely slide one inch of JC’s studded pole through his tight sphincter. He struggled for a minute, tears of frustration and pain running down his face as he desperately tried to squeeze the vibrator deeper into himself.

“Oh for god’s sake.” Said Paul eventually, walking over to the whimpering teenage whore, “What kind of floozy can’t shove a vibrator up his own ass? This should be second nature to you.” He went on, pushing Cody to the floor and moving behind him, “Why do I have to do everything for you, Cody?” he asked rhetorically, pushing the toy into Cody’s panting face. “Spit,” he commanded. Cody eagerly slathered JC in his saliva, licking and kissing his mother’s vibrator like it was the love of his life. “I mean, you’re sixteen now,” Paul went on, pulling his stepbrother’s butt checks apart. “I shouldn’t have to keep babying you like this. Hold ’em open.” Cody eagerly grabbed his ass, spreading his soft cheeks as wide as he could. “Seriously, I’m happy to lend you a hand every once in a while; but I can’t always be here to bail you out,” warned Paul, lining up the wet toy with the teen’s puckered sphincter, “So I’ll help you out this time, but you have got to learn to do simple shit like this for yourself.” He eased the tip of vibrator into Cody’s ass and then slammed it down with both hands, thrusting all eleven inches of JC into Cody’s tight boypussy.

Cody screamed in rapture and agony; his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the toy rip his insides open. He sobbed and thrashed like a wounded animal, spraying spunk across the floor as he came again and again.

“Cody’s funny now!” Cheered Ethan, watching his older brother spasm in the throes of ecstasy and agony, “He’s got pee-pee on him and a thingy in his butt an’ now he’s flopping like a fish!”

Anthos cackled at the nine-year-old’s comment, his nasty bubbling laughter harmonizing ominously with Ethan’s playful childish giggling.

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