Eventually Cody managed to regain some level of sanity, or as close to sanity as a mind-fucked sixteen-year-old harlot can get. “Th-thank you for letting me hold your toy, m-mommy,” the thoroughly violated boyslut blubbered, “I p-promise I’ll take g-good care of JC for you.”
“You’d better, you sniveling slut,” Said Michelle sternly. “JC is worth ten times more to me then a useless skank like you.” She didn’t really mean it, but she knew how much Cody like being mistreated, and a good mother always supports her kids whenever she can. “And lick it clean before I use it, I don’t want your shit staining my JC. Remember: it may just be a lump of rubber with a motor, but it’s still more of a man then you could ever be.” She did really mean it that time.
“And Paul’s right,” she went on, “A sixteen-year-old slut shouldn’t need his big brother to help him with a vibrator. Why can’t you solve your own problems, Cody?”
“Well that’s obvious,” Anthos said, “he’s just a stupid himbo. Do you really expect a brain-dead cum-guzzler like him to do anything on his own? Anything besides grovel and whine and play with his tiny cock, I mean?”
“But, come on,” said Alison, “if he can’t even figure out how to get a vibrator up his own ass, what the hell is he good for?”
“Well, nothing yet,” Anthos admitted, “but all sluts are useless at first.” He went on to explain. “You see, people as horny and pathetic as Cody are like wild animals: just teeming with lust and drool and no brains at all. And like a wild animal, Cody needs to be broken and trained before he can be helpful. Make him stick the vibrator up his ass every day when he wakes up. If he takes too long, withhold sex for a few hours as punishment. If he does it quickly, let him lick your ass clean as a reward. As long as you’re firm with him, he’ll be fetching sticks and sucking dicks in no time at all.”
“Like a dog!” Declared Ethan joyfully. Michelle felt a sudden swelling of motherly pride: her little baby had figured that out all on his own.
“Yes, just like a little doggy,” Said Anthos, ruffling the boy’s hair, “You’re such a clever kid!”
“I guess that could work,” said Paul watching the boy eagerly licking up his own jizz, “but he’s pretty far gone. It seems like training him will be a 24/7 job, and I’m not sure if we have that kind of time.”
“True, it would involve a lot of tedious busywork,” said Anthos cheerfully, “But the solution to that one is as plain as the nose on my face!” He went on to say, gesturing at the spot on his mask that presumably covered a nose. “You have a top-of-the-line robotic sex drone sitting on your couch! SlutBot was built for this kind of boring shit! She gets to do all the monotonous chores she loves so much, and you can reap the rewards of a housebroken bimboy. Everyone wins!”
“Seriously,” Michelle declared, “how the hell did I manage to survive before I met you, Anthos? You know the answer to everything.”
“I’m glad you finally figured that out,” said Anthos. “Hey Sexmotron!” he called to the still frozen girl, “wake up! We have a job for you!”
“Slut-bot on-line” Kelly said, jerking to life, “A-wait-ing in-struc-tions.”
“Michelle,” Anthos said, “this is your house and your kids, what do you think the SlutBot should do first?”
“Hmm…” Michelle had to think for a moment. She didn’t know that much about training animals. Still, she couldn’t keep relying on Anthos to tell her everything. “First thing we need to do is teach him to respect authority.” She decided. “Kel- sorry. SlutBot. You need to show your brother that you’re in charge.”
“Clar-if-i-ca-tion re-qui-red.” Kelly responded, “Spec-i-fy ac-tion ‘show your bro-ther that you-re in charge’.”
“Well… let’s start with a spanking.” Michelle decided at last. “Cody always responded to that when he was a baby.”
“Or-der Ac-know-ledged.” Intoned Kelly. She mechanically rose to her feet and stiffly walked to her brother. Cody was still so overwhelmed with pleasure and lust that he could only whimper feebly at his impassive sister. Kelly knelt in front of Cody and dragged him over her knees, her large breasts swaying and sloshing with every jerky movement. Once she had him in position, she raised her hand and brought it down swiftly on his pale backside, jostling the massive vibrator still lodged in his sphincter. Cody howled and squirmed against his sister’s naked flesh, moaning and babbling incoherent praises and gratitudes. His words and action elicited no response from the blank-faced girl, who unceremoniously drew her hand back and swatted him again.
“We should just leave those two alone for a while.” Said Anthos. “They seem to be having fun. Let’s talk about you, Paul.”
“Sure,” the muscular man replied, “Where do you wanna start?”
“Well, let’s start with the obvious,” Anthos began, “How did you end up playing daddy to all your little stepsiblings?”
“He’s not our dad.” Snapped Alison. Michelle sighed inwardly. Why couldn’t Alison just accept Paul in her life?
“And I’m not trying to be.” Replied Paul calmly. “Michelle couldn’t manage four kids by herself after Max died, and I offered to help her out.” He said to Anthos.
“And that was it, huh?” Asked Anthos doubtfully. “You just dropped everything to help out here, just like that?”
“Of course,” said Paul, “What else could I do?”
“Dear god, you’re almost as boring as Kelly,” murmured Anthos. “Ok,” he continued out loud, “so you’re helping out because they’re family and you can’t refuse your family blah, blah, blah. But do you enjoy doing this? Tell me the truth. Be brutally honest.”
“It can be rewarding sometimes,” Paul began, “and I’m glad that I can be a part of Michelle’s life. But…” Paul paused for a moment, looking at his mother. “I’m sorry mom, but if I’m being totally honest… I like Kelly and Ethan a lot, and Cody can be frustrating sometimes but he’s okay; but Alison… well, she hates me. She always has. And, I guess I’ve grown to hate her too.”
“Ooh, tall, strong and handsome is playing favorites.” Anthos said delightedly. “But this is an easy problem to solve. You think Alison hates you, right?
“Well, don’t you?” Paul asked the nineteen-year-old.
“Yeah, I do.” Alison snapped back. “You just come out of nowhere into our lives and think that we’re all just going to welcome you into our family? Too bad! We may be related, but you are not my brother!”
“You think I like this?” Yelled Paul, rising to his feet, “You think I enjoy raising four kids that aren’t even mine? I had a life of my own, you know! I’m only twenty-seven years old and I have to deal with four teenage kids! I haven’t had a night to myself in five fucking years! I sacrificed everything to help you guys out, and you treat me like some kind of fucking monster!”
“STOP FIGHTING!” Ethan shrieked, his eyes wide with tears.
“Hey, don’t cry buddy.” Said Anthos, wiping a tear from Ethan’s cheek. “We can fix this.” He turned to Alison and Paul, pausing for a moment to lick the young child’s tears from his fingers.
“I think we’ve gotten to the root of the problem here.” Anthos continued, “And like the root of any problem anywhere, it all stems from a lack of sex. Fortunately, the solution is simple: sex.”
“What do you mean?” Asked Michelle eagerly. She had always thought that nothing could get Alison and Paul to get along, but if Anthos said sex could somehow help, she didn’t doubt him.
“Allow me to explain.” Anthos began. “Paul, you could talk about how this family is crippling your social life and all that nonsense, but really: it’s just about sex, right? I mean how are you supposed to get laid if you’re living with your mom raising her four kids?”
“That’s exactly right!” Paul concurred.
“And Alison,” Anthos continued, “you’re upset because you think that Paul is trying to replace your dad, right?”
“Totally.” The blonde said.
“Well the solution is simple!” Anthos concluded, “Paul and Alison need to start having sex!”
“Wait,” said Alison, “I mean, yeah, Paul’s hot and all, but how does that help me?”
“Stop being so selfish Alison,” Michelle snapped, “The world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“No, no.” Anthos said, “She’s right. I said it could solve both their problems, after all. But let me ask you this, Alison: did your dad ever have sex with you?”
“What?” Alison asked. “No! Of course not! I was thirteen when he died!”
“Eh, his loss.” Anthos said, “But consider this, then: if your dad never had sex with you, and Paul does have sex with you, then-”
“-Then it proves that Paul isn’t trying to replace Max!” Cried Michelle joyfully. “That way everyone wins! Oh Anthos, that’s just brilliant!”
“What do you say, Alison?” Asked Paul, grinning, “You wanna prove I don’t want to be your daddy?”
“Oh fuck yes!” Cried Alison, rushing towards her muscular half-brother. Foreplay wasn’t even considered, Paul simply hoisted his sister’s legs apart and slammed his massive dick home. Alison squealed as her young cunt was stretched to its limits by Paul’s thick shaft.
“Oh god, you’re so fucking BIG!” Alison shouted, “It feel’s like you’re gonna tear me in half! It’s so good!”
“Oh you just wait.” Paul growled, “I haven’t even started yet.”
Paul slowly shifted around in Alison’s tight snatch as she coated his cock in her juices. The girl moaned and threw her head back in lust as her brother skillfully worked to open her up wider. When she was finally ready to take it all in, Paul began pounding his sister in earnest, his thick muscles rippling with ever thrust. They were the image of eroticism in its purest form: Alison so young, soft, and feminine; and Paul so strong, rugged, and male.
Alison wrapped her arms around Paul’s corded neck, pulling herself up and pressing her lips against his. The two began passionately kissing, their hands groping each other’s glistening flesh as they thrust ever deeper together. The teen wrapped her legs around his broad torso, clinging to Paul as he rose to his feet, holding her off the ground with his muscular arms and thick cock.
Michelle watched as her son leaned down to suck on his sister’s pert nipples. It melted her heart to see her two oldest children finally getting along. Paul seemed more like his father then ever now; he even had the same musk of sweat and sex and masculinity, strong enough to even overpower Anthos’s odor. Michelle sighed wistfully, seeing her daughter get the ravishing of her life made Michelle miss her own days of wild passion.
Ethan and Anthos were watching the young lovers as well, although Michelle noticed that Ethan was focused entirely on Paul. His strapping form had the nine-year-old boy mesmerized; bright green young eyes tracing every contour of Paul’s muscles as they writhed like snakes beneath his hairy tan skin. Michelle recalled that she had been twelve when she first discovered her sexuality, but Ethan was clearly blooming early. “My little boy’s growing up,” she whispered emotionally.
Anthos noticed it too. “You like watching your brother?” He asked.
“Yeah,” muttered Ethan, “he’s so big an’ strong. He’s got all those muscles, it makes me feel all funny inside.”
“You’re growing up, Ethan.” Michelle explained, “It’s okay to feel the way you do. Paul’s a wonderfully handsome man.”
“Your mother’s right. You shou-“ Anthos’s soothing words were cut short by a loud knock on the door. “Were you expecting someone, Michelle?” He asked, silencing her children with a wave of his hand.
“No.” Michelle responded. “I have no idea who that is.”
“Who i-i-s-s it?” Anthos cried out in a sarcastic falsetto that made Ethan giggle.
“This is the police,” came the muffled reply from behind the door, “Please open the door.”
“Aw shit,” said Anthos without any of his previous humor, “cops.”