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Having a Reason to Live

Disclaimer: This story contains violence and drug use with minimum sex that isn't even really described very well. I debated even posting this story as it might completely destroy any credibility I have as an author. However, I was persuaded that some people were eager to read a new thing from me, even if it wasn't that good or didn't make any logical sense at all so here you go. If you like it, I'm happy. If not, well I tried. I did enjoy writing it.

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It was funny but I didn't exactly feel worried when the doctors told me that I was going to die. My main feeling at the time was that all of the things I'd have to do to be a responsible adult were now going to pass me by. I was terminal and I likely wouldn't make it to high school graduation. Of course me being fine and accepting my fate did not mean others would allow me to give up so easily. The doctors explained to my parents that there was no hope but my mom insisted on signing me up for treatments and experiments and she told me to fight, fight, fight. Right, just how I want to spend my last few months on Earth, fighting.

My dad was a bit more practical and he eased up on a lot of things. If I wanted to stay out late he didn't mind. If I wanted to drink one of his beers, my dad shrugged his shoulders, showed me how to open it the right way and then got one for himself. That kind of treatment from my dad drove my sisters up the wall. More than once I would hear my father reprimand Lisa and Sally about the fact that they all had to be nice to me since I would be gone any day.

My father kept a brave face on and tried to get everyone to do the same but my mom was not going to just let me die. She agonized over it. She'd sometimes spend the whole day in her bedroom weeping over my impending demise.

Yep, I was going to die before I was even old enough to take a girl out on a date or legally buy porn. That knowledge had become part of my identity. I was signed up for that wish granting thing but they didn't really offer the one big wish I had, which was to have sex at least once before I passed. Instead, I had to be satisfied going on a date with the hollywood actress I thought looked the hottest. The foundation said they'd get in touch with her and see what she said since she wasn't signed up with them already.

Well, I didn't get my date with the actress and I didn't get to have sex with anyone but I did end up getting something that I didn't even know that I wanted but turned out to be the best thing of all. Well, not at first but eventually.

I had been getting worse and worse so I wasn't even going to school when my junior year started. I had trouble even just getting out of bed so I couldn't exactly put my foot down with my mom to stop all treatments but I had stopped cooperating. I really didn't see the point in dragging it out. I was going to die so death could just come take me already. I was tired of being a burden to my family. I was tired of making my mom cry everyday. I was just too damn tired of living. Hurry it the hell up or I'll do it myself, assuming I could lift my arm.

I couldn't be brought to the hospital so my mom brought her phone to show me the doctor's face on video chat. He was saying there was a cure. You'll forgive me if I wasn't excited. I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating. Yeah, you can take that word and just throw it away cause it didn't have any meaning for me. In my mind, I was already dead so why couldn't everyone just leave me in peace.

I don't remember signing the consent for any of this. I just remember going back to sleep at home in my room and waking up in the hospital. The doctors had figured out how to trick my own immune system to attack the cancer. I wasn't completely out of the woods but the initial tests were very encouraging. From my point of view, all I knew was my vision was getting better. I was eating more. I was thinking more. I was talking more. My arms started to feel like they actually had something to them. My legs were getting stronger day by day. My lungs were no longer shallow and I could take a deep breath.

The damage the cancer had done to me wasn't all fixed in a day. I spent a long time in physical rehabilitation and healing up. It was already past when I should have finished my senior year and graduated before I was well enough to go home and not carry a tank of oxygen around with me.

So everything was great from then on you might think. Wrong. Big wrong. It was like my life was flipped on it's head. When I used to sort of not get along with my mom, now she was just so happy to have me alive I could do no wrong in her eyes. My dad used to be the one person in my family who I thought understood me and now we couldn't be farther apart. What was I going to do with my life, he'd ask me. I didn't know. I hadn't planned on living. Leave me alone. "Why don't you try to get a GED, go to college, get a job, do anything other than just stay in your room." Why was he pushing me so much? I didn't feel like getting a GED. I didn't feel like going to college. I didn't feel like doing any of that crap.

"You're 19 years old. You better start feeling like it." he berated me.

"Why do I have to do that right now?"

"You're an adult. You're not sick anymore. Stop living your life like you are. Wake up. That's reality knocking on your door. Ok. Everyone in this family made sacrifices for you."

"I never asked for ..."

"QUIET! Sit your little ass down. You think I work three jobs, put the house up for a mortgage I can never pay back, sink this family into a mountain of debt so that you can sit in your room and play video games? Huh?"

"You want me to answer or be quiet?"

"Oh! You want to be a smart mouth."

"John, stop." my mother would cut in. "Stop it. He's still healing."

"Yeah, I get that, from 'I'm too fucking lazy to do a damn thing' - itis."

Look, I tried to do like my dad liked but I was not going to pass that test. I missed all of high school. And who was going to hire me to do anything? But I did try. I started to go to a study center to prepare for the GED. I was in class with a bunch of degenerates so you can imagine the pace of learning was rather slow. But even with that and me doing some volunteer work just so I could say I was doing something, things were getting worse. My dad was pushing and pushing all the time. I felt like I was in the military or something. I mean, I get it. He was trying to make up time and be a dad and raise his son the proper way instead of being the dad who let me drink underage. I could also see the stress of his money problems on his face. I often thought about the fact that it might have been better if I had just died.

I tried to focus on doing what I was supposed to do but something I had never really had to deal with before was starting to occupy all of my thoughts. Sex. Sex. Sex. I wanted sex. I needed sex. I couldn't concentrate on school because all I could think about was fucking the teacher, or my class mate, or the skeleton in biology class. If I rode the bus home I found myself checking out every woman on the thing, even the older ones. This sucked. It was like I was walking around with a hard on all the time. My mind was always thinking about sex and it pushed everything else out. The more I thought about sex the more I wanted it. The more I wanted it, the more it pissed me off that I wasn't getting it. The more I was pissed off all the time the more my relationship with my dad would turn into just us shouting at each other.

...

Day 0

That snowball continued for a while and my dad put up with me as crazy as I was in those days. But then the snowball got too big and my dad laid down the law. He was going to kick me out. No lie. He was at the end of his rope with me and even if I was his son and even if I was a cancer survivor, he was going to throw me out unless I shaped up. He was not going to tolerate any more of my laziness, any more of me talking back, any more of me not starting my real adult life.

And guess what, I was so pissed off and hard up that I actually started packing my bags as if I had anywhere to go. I actually yelled at my dad as he drove away to go work the midnight shift at his fourth job that I'd be gone by the time he got back.

Yank. My mother ripped the suitcase out of my hand and slapped me across the face. My sisters were spying from around the corner of the hall but my mother scowled at them and they scurried off. Me, I didn't care. I turned my back to her as she started tearfully trying to get me to see reason. She was saying something but I wasn't listening.

"You're going to have to get over your demons cause I really think he's serious."

"Go away."

"No. You're not going anywhere. We did not ..."

"I never asked you to do anything. I never asked you to cure me. I never asked to live. I never asked you to mortgage the house. I never asked for any of it. I was ready to die. You should have just let me die."

"Don't talk like that. Of course we wouldn't let you die."

"Then get off my back about it."

"No one is on your back. No ..."

"Bullshit, mom. Do this. Do that. Help with this. Go get a license. Go get a car. Go get a job so dad can take all my money."

"That is not fair and you know it."

"I don't care. Getting cancer wasn't fucking fair. Missing high school wasn't fucking fair either."

"Nobody blames you for those things. We're all trying to help you."

"I don't need your help. You all want me to go be an adult, fine, I'm leaving to go be an adult. Satisfied?"

"No. You're not ready."

"I'm never going to be ready, mom. Never."

"You will. ok. You will. Can you turn around and talk to me. With your back to me this ... this isn't working. Can you please look at me."

"No. Just go away."

"Jason, please. This is what we fought for. We fought for you to live. To have a life."

"I don't want this life."

"Then what do you want? What's wrong? You're always angry and no one knows why."

"You know why."

"You're not angry about going to school. You're not angry about helping out around the house. You're already angry when you wake up in the morning. You think I don't notice? Tell me what's wrong."

"I can't."

"Yes you can. Just say the words."

"No, it's ... you wouldn't understand."

"Baby, please." she said as she came near me and tried to hug me from behind. I pushed her off of me as hard as I could.

"Don't touch me."

"I am not going to just let you get kicked out of this house. Ok. If you go, I'm going with you."

"Just let me go. You'll be better off."

"John can take care of the girls and I'll take care of you."

"That's not fair to Sally and Lisa."

"I don't care. Either you stay or you're taking me with you. Now turn around and look at me and tell me what is wrong with you." She grabbed my arm and forced me around so I could face her.

"Stop." I said as I turned my head to look away.

"Why are you so angry? What's going on? I deserve to know."

I slowly returned my gaze to her direction and then I locked eyes with her. "I want to fuck you."

The look on her face just as I said that was ... well not something I'll ever forget, nor will I forget the slap that happened right afterwards. She backed away from me, as startled herself by how hard she'd struck me. We were in a bit of a standoff with both of us just looking at each other for a bit. Then I rolled my eyes at her and moved to pick up the dropped suitcase. She was quick to throw herself onto me and hug me and not let me break loose of her.

"You're not going."

"I have to."

"No you don't. Now please just tell me what's really going on."

"I told you." I said but she was shaking her head to let me know she did not accept that. "You don't understand. There's like something wrong with me. The medicine maybe did something to me."

"What did it do to you?"

"I can't ..." I had to think of the word, "function. I can't live. I can't do anything. All I can think about all day, everyday is having sex. I want to have sex. I want sex and I'm getting sick and tired of not being able to have sex. I want to rape every woman at my school and I would not feel bad about it. I want to go next door right now and spread Mrs. Black's legs wide open and drill right into her. When you pick me up in the car, what I really want to do is bend you over the trunk and fuck you until you scream. When one of my sisters is in the shower it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to go in there and force her to let me have my way with her. Do you understand? Do you get it? I'm ready to go walk into the country side, find a farm and fuck the brains out of the first sheep I see."

"So ..." she swallowed and tried not to freak out as she let me get up. "You're just horny. All young men get like this at some stage. It'll pass. And in the meantime, you can, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but you can just ... masturbate."

"No. I can't masturbate."

"What? Jason you masturbate all the time. I catch you almost everyday."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do. I just don't say anything but ..."

"You catch me trying to masturbate but not being able to ... get to the end."

"You're saying you can't have an orgasm."

"No. At least, not that way."

Well, that shut her up. She went wide eyed for a moment but then she shut her eye lids shut tight for a few moments and it looked like she was thinking really hard. "Ok." She finally said. "I understand."

"Then you know why I have to leave."

"No. You are not leaving."

"Did you not hear me?"

"I heard you but let me tell you something." she huffed. "You're not leaving. Now take off your pants."

"Are you out of your mind?"

She let me loose and then went to my door, closed it and locked it. I was getting back to my feet and I saw her turn back to me. "Take off your pants." she repeated and then started to unzip her dress.

"What are you doing?"

"You say you want to fuck mommy. Put your penis where your mouth is."

"Uh ... but ..."

"Take off your pants NOW!"

Was I hallucinating again? Was this really happening? What to do? Was I really going to fuck my mom? Was she really going to let me? I looked at her semi naked form being slowly revealed to me. Yes, yes I was. If she was game then I was going to fuck her as much as I could. If I had been capable of it, I would have cum right then just looking at her body. My mom was still hot.

My pants were gone and for good measure my shirt and underwear as well. I dick was rock solid as it pointed directly at her. My now fully nude mother approached me and pointed to my bed. Oh, shit, was this going to happen? I couldn't think of anything else. I rushed, almost tripped, and hopped onto my bed. She made me lay on my back and then she got on top of me.

But then she was driving me nuts by not letting me put it in! AAHH! She hovered her pussy, her wet, hairy pussy over my erect cock and only let the tip lightly graze her pussy lips.

"Please." I begged.

"You are going to apologize to your father. Say yes."

I agreed. Now let me fuck you!

"You are going to apologize to your sisters."

"Ok. Ok." My hips were involuntarily thrusting up into the air but she kept her pussy just out of my reach.

"You are going to improve your grades and pass your test."

"Anything. Just please. Mom, please. You can't tease me like this."

She started to lower herself onto me and I was getting ready for it. My eyes were like saucers with anticipation. But then she stopped and I was going to go nuts.

"And you are going to be obedient and listen and not give us attitude anymore. You hear me. If we say go look for a job then you go look for a job. If we say help your sister clean the house then you do it. If we say anything, you are going to be a good son and listen. Got that?"

"Yes. Yes." She'd broken me.

"Do like we ask and you can have mommy. Ok. When you feel like you feel now, you don't have to worry. You can have mommy until you get a girlfriend."

I wasn't able to speak at this point. I was too busy just clawing at her to get her to lower that sweet sweet cunt down onto my dick.

"Promise me!" she said.

"I PROMISE." I yelled at her.

Then it happened. She did it. She actually did it and I was released from my prison. Almost instantly I felt fluid from every extremity of my body force its way through my various tissues and gather in my balls so that it could all be firehosed out through my dick. And then I think I lost consciousness for a second. My entire body tingled and was a bit numb when my vision faded back in from gray. I took a deep breath and looked up. My mother was looking down at me with great concern on her face.

"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

I smiled at her. I could feel that I was still inside of her. She was so wet. "Yeah. I'm good."

"Ok. Ok then." She bit her lip. "You sure filled mommy with a lot of cum, young man. Was that enough or do you need more?"

More? She's offering more? Well sign me up for that, I thought. However, my body seemed to have other concerns as my conscious brain started to shut down and it was like I was sleeping but still able to sense what was going on around me.

"Jason, remember your promise. Be good and I'll let you have some more later." she whispered to me as she got off of me. She finished getting dressed and then came over to me and kissed my forehead. "Now be good from now on. No more talking about leaving. No more yelling. Get some sleep and in the morning you can talk to your father. And obviously, don't tell anyone we did this. They ... like you said, they wouldn't understand."

She left and I was naked on my bed with a hard on that was still ready for more sex. I had just fucked my mother and I did not feel bad about it. Not one bit. Sex is sex and sex feels good and I wanted more.

...

Day 1

The next morning, I'm not exactly sure how to explain it but it was like a cloud had lifted from my brain. My mind was clear. My family had sacrificed a lot for me. My sisters weren't able to go to college because of me. My parents didn't have a retirement fund anymore because of me. And no, they weren't trying to make me a good little earner to take care of them. They did all that because they loved me and they were pushing me to have a life because they loved me. I couldn't see it before but that morning it all hit me. I entered a very pensive mood.

I had that talk with my dad. I really felt like a piece of shit as I told him how sorry I was. He quickly accepted my apology but I actually sort of wished he would have been harder on me. The worse he did to me was tell me I wasn't exactly out of the woods yet and I needed to keep on my best behavior for a while before he'd fully trust me again. That was it. I had fucked his wife. I had caused my mom to cheat on my dad and now I was concealing that fact from him and he just let me off with what was basically a warning plus probation.

When I went to school I found that the obfuscated text in the book was actually pretty straight forward and simple. Why couldn't I understand it before? I recalled how I had treated a lot of the people there and it sort of figured that I wasn't well liked so I understood why no one was helping me.

It was so weird to know what my problem was but then I also knew how I hadn't been going after women. I hadn't been trying to get a date and I hadn't been overtly sexual with anyone, not even that Latina girl who was always blatantly flirting with me. I had thought such evil things about her in my head and she was probably just a normal girl who might actually like me. She was petite and very pretty and she had the most gorgeous eyes. And best of all, the way she smiled at me when she saw me let me know that she might actually really like me deep down. Why had I been such a jerk to her? I was an idiot.
I had had a problem but I hadn't been trying to really address it. I was finally able to complete that thought. I probably needed a girlfriend but not the Latina girl. She wasn't a good fit. I needed to find the loosest woman at the school and just attach myself to her. Even if she was cheating on me with lots of other guys, I couldn't really be upset since I'd only really be using her as a kind of medical therapy. I should date a porn star.

It was a very awkward ride with mom after school. Neither of us said anything about what had happened. When mom dropped me off at home I found my older sister Lisa cleaning and good to my word I helped her with no fuss even though she was saying mean stuff to me since I hadn't been treating her very well recently. I told her I was sorry about the shower and she thought I meant that it was clogged up again. She told me to go clean it out. I didn't want to explain so I did it. My sister came to check up on me. Then she went to the toilet, dropped her pants and sat down. I attempted to give her some privacy but she wasn't hearing it. She wanted me to finish cleaning the drain.

Her behavior might seem strange but the fact was, my sisters and I had been using the bathroom in front of each other since I'd come back from the hospital. In my rage state I didn't think anything of it except that I'd like to rip the rest of her clothes off and then penetrate her, which I of course did not do. But I was so preoccupied with my own internal struggle, I hadn't mentally processed the fact we pissed and shat in front of each other so we could continue arguing without the door in the way. Incredible. It was like I was sleepwalking the entire damn time. What the hell?

I examined the drain, which had started not that dirty but now was as clean as I could get it and I chuckled to myself. I had been the one to start the 'using the toilet in front of each other' thing. I was the first one to barge in, whip my dick out, and take a piss without a care if they saw me or not. Then it was my younger sister Sally who did it back to me and got no reaction of shock and then it just became something all three of us did. And here I was, party to these events and feeling like I was remembering them for the very first time.

Lisa was flushing as I came out and washed my hands. For some reason she wanted to wash her hands before pulling up her underwear and shorts so she waddled over to the sink and pushed me out of the way. I waited and then checked out her ass. She had a nice ass. I discovered that even without all my angry thinking I was still sexually attracted to her and I did not feel bad about that. Of course, she'd probably object and she'd probably feel bad about it but ...

"Hey, are you staring at my ass?"

"It is a nice ass." I admitted.

"What's wrong with you today?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "My new therapy started to kick in."

I saw her in the mirror roll her eyes at me. "I bet half the stuff they have you on is placebo."

I continued to watch her ass as she continued to do a really thorough job of washing her hands. I know I should have been more discreet about it but I did really like her ass and I felt a bit of a twitch in my balls. I bet it would feel really nice to reach out and just put my palm right there. And then I was getting an erection. This was a strange reaction. It wasn't like before. Before I was angry about the fact that I was attracted to them. Why couldn't they wear more clothes? Why couldn't they behave more dignified? I disliked my reaction to her and I blamed her for it and I wanted to hurt her for it. I hated her because she made me want her but I knew I could never have her. But now, I looked at her and I really just wanted to be nice to her in the hopes that she'd let me tag her legit. I knew that was still impossible. Even after what had happened with my mother, I had come out of whatever mental illness was affecting me and I knew that it really was impossible.

Of course she'd never say yes anyway even if I made the attempt. Mom was a strange special exception that had happened and I needed to tell her that she was off the hook and we didn't need to do that anymore. I was better now and I wanted to stay that way. I wouldn't be like before. I'd make sure of it. I wouldn't be ungrateful. I'd be a good son who loved his family from here on in.

"Ok, pervert, you can wash your hands now." Lisa said as she pulled up her bottoms and then gave me a look.

"Thanks."

"And don't think I don't know what you're trying to do."

"Huh?"

"I don't care if you are shitting or pissing or jacking off for the millionth time. You aren't getting this bathroom."

"What? Oh, well ..."

"And you can look at my ass all you want and pretend whatever you want but you aren't running us out of here. The hallway bathroom is ours and we're keeping it. Got it?"

"I know."

She was surprised that I didn't want to fight. "Well ... good. Just remember. And don't pull that hot water crap again either cause I will kick you out and take the shower for myself."

I shrugged. "It's not my fault the heater's broken sometimes."

"You say that but I wouldn't put it past you."

"If you're that worried about it, why don't we just take our showers together."

"Yeah, and saying shit like that isn't going to scare me off either. I'll straight up do it and I won't care if you get a stiff one or not."

"Hey, something to look forward to." I said as I turned the knob on the faucet and wiped my hands. "Next."

"Next what?" she demanded as if this was a fight.

"We're cleaning the house. What's the next thing you want me to do?"

She was right about to attack again but then pulled back. "Oh ... um ... unload the dishwasher. Think you can handle that without breaking anything?"

"I guess we'll see."

I helped until it was time to go do my volunteer community service thing but when I got there I got the feeling like everyone really just wanted me to quit and stay home. I'd been an asshole to them too and hadn't realized it. I tried to make amends as best I could but they weren't going to trust me with anything other than stuffing envelopes. So yeah, maybe a job where I could bring in some money to help out the family would be better. At least then everything I bought wouldn't be coming from my dad's money.

Dinner that night was sort of tense for me. It's funny when you've been being an asshole and then you have to deal with that. My dad told me he appreciated my efforts for that day. The nicer he was to me the more I felt terrible about what I'd done with mom. The fact that she was my mother didn't even really come into the equation really. The shock that you might expect to be present in my mind about such a taboo just wasn't presenting itself. A part of me felt like it was fine. My mom was still hot and I'd like to fuck her again if given the chance. The part that bothered me about it wasn't that at all. The part that bothered me was the fact that it would really hurt my dad if he found out his wife had cheated on him.

I don't think anyone else noticed besides me but my mother was being a bit more quiet than usual. Every now and then I would catch her looking in my direction but she didn't look away when our eyes would meet. It was like she was silently trying to say something but I could only guess as to what. She had a stern yet kind face that I didn't know how to interpret. Why couldn't life go back to being simpler?

In the evening I was looking at a job postings website and found out that I really didn't have the education for the kinds of jobs I could physically do and I didn't have the physical health yet for most of the jobs that my education level would allow me to get. Why did you need a high school diploma to be a cashier at a convenience store? I'm not knocking the job or the people that do it but they don't even need to count the money anymore. The machine does that for them.

I was feeling a bit discouraged when my mom came to my room. "Well, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"Better." I answered.

"I heard. Lisa says she thought you were trying to pick a fight but then realized you were just being awkward."

"I did as you asked. I helped with the cleaning."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it."

"I'm sorry." I said.

"For what? You did as ..."

"About what we did."

She put her hand up to stop me from saying any more and then shook her head. "You and Lisa did something?"

I got the hint. Someone could hear us. "We wasted a lot of time cleaning the bathroom when it wasn't really dirty."

"Don't worry about it. It was your time to waste. You can't be all work."

"Still, I'll try to be more focused in the future."

"I'm sure that would help. Do you have a plan for tomorrow and the weekend?"

"Not really, except try to find a job."

"Well, I wasn't going to mention this with how you were acting before but as long as you're behaving yourself, we got a letter from a company that would like to publish your story."

"What kind of company?"

"A publishing company. They recommended that you work with a ghost writer and write a book about being a survivor. It's supposed to be inspirational."

I didn't really like the idea of mentally reliving any of my illness in order to tell someone about it so they could write a book with my name on it but then again, this did sound like a job I could do? "Do we get paid?"

"There is a bit of an advance and you'll get some royalties when the book is sold. Now, I want to say clearly that it would be your money. You make the contract with the publisher. You sign it. They pay you. That would be your money."

"But it would be good if I could help out." I said it a bit like a question.

She nodded. "You don't have to but if you do, your father and I promise to find a way to pay you back."

"How much is the advance?"

"They didn't give me a set number. I don't imagine it would be that much. The royalties are rather small. Less than what independent authors get but they say they can make sure more of the books get sold."

"Well, I probably need the ghost writer guy to help me anyway."

"So you want to respond?"

"Can't hurt just to see what they're offering. I know we could use the money."

"Thank you for understanding. I'll tell your father."

That was the end of that conversation and pretty much the end of my night. I did look at more job postings but it was the same problem for me over and over again.

...

Day 2

"Are you Jason?" the young blond with big tits asked me. I'd seen her before at school. She hung out with the Latina girl who was trying to get me to have a crush on her so she could use it to hurt me if I ever asked her out on a date and the dumb big tits redhead who thought she was better than me.

"Rachel?" I asked to confirm her name.

"That's me."

Why was she smiling at me? It was creepy. Oh, she must want something. Yes, now that I'm no longer going to die society demands that I do favors for women who only want to ever put me in the friend zone and don't see me as a fellow member of the human species.

"Yeah, I'm Jason."

"Great. They told me that you needed a study partner."

Dumb slut, go away. I'm not interested in letting you cheat off of me. I'm literally the weakest student in the school both academically and physically. You have nothing to gain from me. "I'll be ok. But thanks."

"Well, they assigned everyone else already. So you're stuck with me."

I swallowed. Look at all the make up on her face. Why doesn't she want to let the world see what she really looks like? Or maybe she put it on just to bother me, like that time a week ago when she was bending over in front of me. She does all these little things just to piss me off and get on my nerves. She acts like she's coming onto me but really she just wants to use me. She'd never date me. She'd never care for me. Even if she did see something in me she wanted and became my girlfriend to get access to it, she'd still cheat on me all the damn time. This dumb bitch could fucking die and go to hell for all I cared about her. Get the fuck out of my life!

Was this why I was spared from death? To have to put up with this? Really? "Is there a rule that says you have to study with me?"

"Not exactly."

"Well, look. ... It's not you." Yes totally, it was her. "It's me. I'm not a very fun person and I already have a hard enough time learning all this on my own."

"Which is why they asked me to help you." she responded.

Yeah, right. Like she was going to help me. Who the hell did she think she was?

"I'll be fine."

She looked like she honestly could not believe that I was shutting her little scam down but then shook it off. "Ok. If you change your mind or just want to ask a question or anything, I'll be here for you."

Ah, but the entire problem was that I didn't want her here for me or by me or near me. I wanted her to get the hell away from me. "Thank. You. For offering." Yeah, it was actually difficult for me to say that.

You would think that maybe she'd finally go away but no. "Here's my number. We have a quiz on Monday so if you want to study you know what to do."

Why do people have to be so annoying? Why do the damn lights in the building have to be so bright? Why did their constant chattering have to be so loud? Why did I still go to this fucking school with it's incompetent staff who couldn't teach worth a damn? I wanted to claw my eyes out if I had to look at one more whore flash me her fucking underwear when she sat in the high stool by the white board. Seriously, why would they want to do that? I know they aren't going to have sex with me so stop trying to deliberately turn me on.

After school, my mother came to pick me up like I was some little kid who needed adult supervision. She had some nerve, adulteress that she was. By all rights my father should divorce her rotten ass and throw her out on the street. And while he's at it, he can throw out those two nudists sisters of mine who seem to revel in showing me their off limits tits and bush at every single fucking opportunity.

We were about two minutes into the commute back home when she suddenly asked me "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

I thought that for fucking once she'd taken the damn hint and dropped it. She didn't say anything else right away. Instead, she took a detour from the direct route home. I didn't pay any mind to it. I was busy thinking about that pain in my neck ditz with no bra who worked at the volunteer center and how I was going to have to deal with her idiot ass. Why did I even bother?

My mother got off the highway and drove the car around the back side of a business that wasn't open. She parked and looked around before getting out. "Come on." she commanded.

"What?"

"Come on. Get out."

"You're dropping me off?"

"Well, I can't bring you home with that attitude."

"What attitude?"

"That right there. You're still on thin ice if you don't remember."

"I'm not on nothing."

"Get out and let me show you something."

"What?"

"Get out and see." she said as she got out of the car and went around to the back to the trunk. Of course, since she was asking me to get out of the car I had to decide that I definitely was not going to get out of the car. Then she came around to my side and tapped on my window and waved for me to come. I let a minute pass. Then another. Then a few more. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw her standing out there looking at her phone. Hell, I'll never out wait her phone. Fuck. Looks like I had to go out there.

I got out of the car and she gave me a snarky smile. "What?" I asked.

Instead of answering verbally, she went to the trunk and bent over it placing her face all the way down to the metal and spread her legs.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Don't you want to fuck mommy?"

"You're bringing that up. What the hell?"

"I'm waiting."

"Let's just go home."

She started to hike her skirt up and eventually exposed her panty covered ass to me. "What are you waiting for."

"You want it? Fine!"

My rage boner seemed to have a mind of its own and naturally pointed itself like scaffolding hanging off of a skyscraper at my mother's firm round cheeks. As I got close to her I discovered that she was wet. She was soaking through her panties.

In hind sight, I probably should have pulled her panties down but at the time I decided to just move them out of the way and ram my cock into her as hard as I could. She whimpered in pain for a second but when I wanted to just stop and savor the moment of my cock being balls deep into her, she encouraged me to start going and fuck her.

Oh, yeah. That was some nice pussy. From the base of my cock to the tip of the head, my mother's cunt hugged me tight and she was doing some muscle contraction thing that felt great. Did this count as the second or third time for me to fuck her? Hell if I knew or even really cared. I couldn't clearly remember the other night so I wasn't sure. I just knew that when the head of my cock seemed to bump what I assume was her cervix, I started to unload my semen into her. I had the very strange sensation of my cum originating in an area around my asshole and shooting out through my dick. Boy was there a lot of it too. It started to leak out of her before I was even all the way finished and pulled out.

I was standing there speechless with my dick hanging out while I watched my mom fix her clothes and then give me a look while she had her hands on her hips.

"Did you enjoy yourself. It sure felt like you did."

"Uh ... yeah." I said in my non angry voice.

"So, as per article one, section one of our agreement; I've given you what you want so now I expect you to knock off the bad attitude. Can you do that for me please?"

It took a second for my brain to process what she was saying. "Oh, um ... yeah. Don't worry."

"Good." Then she did a very flippy about face and walked away from me to get back to the car.

I had to clear my throat and then get my dick back undercover. What the hell had we just done? And for the second time no less. And yes I fucking knew it was the second time. I got back into the car and got my seat belt on. I looked over at my mom and she just smiled at me as if we hadn't just done this huge thing that I was pretty sure was illegal.

"So, how was school, kiddo?"

"Kiddo? Seriously?"

"I'm your mother, I'm allowed to call you whatever I want."

"I don't suppose you want to talk about what just happened?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"I mean, what about dad? What about the police? What about ..."

"We've all made sacrifices so that you can still be here with us. If I have to sacrifice a little more, I'm ok with it. As for your father, well, let's make sure he doesn't find out but if he does he's going to just have to understand cause I am not throwing my son out on the street in your condition."

"I'm not sick anymore, mom."

"Son, your insides were like swiss cheese. Every place where the cancer was, was then suddenly empty and your body had to regrow to fill it back in. Ok. Do you get it? So as far as I'm concerned; yes, you are still sick. And that's the end of it. I'm not giving up on you and if that means I need to give you some one on one mommy love love time every now and then, then that's just what we're going to have to do."

"Oh, come on, mom. Don't give it a name."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked as her hand came over to feel my thigh. I jerked away from her touch so she pulled back. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? We just ... you know. You were there."

"I know. It's what you asked for."

"I know. I know I did. But I shouldn't have. It was wrong."

"You didn't like it?"

"I didn't mean that. I mean, well, doing it was very nice of course."
"I tell you one thing, I'm going to have to get on the pill again if you keep cumming inside me like that."

"Gross mom."

"Do you need me to pull over and give you some more mommy for you to be good?"

"I'm being good."

"Then cut the back talk and just tell me I'm beautiful."

I nodded. "You're beautiful."

"You're damn right I am." she said as she flipped her hair and then gave me a seductive look before putting her eyes back on the road.

Back at home it was Sally's turn to clean the house as mom got her smock for her part time job and left.

"So, what's left to do?"

Sally just sneered at me. "Nothing. You can go sulk in your room."

"No, seriously. I can help. It's no problem."

"Great. Go clean your room. Big help. Thanks." She then went back to not really doing much of anything while she listened to the music coming through her headphones.

In my room I figured if there was a quiz coming I might as well study for it. I got out my text books and my mind drew a blank. What was I supposed to study? I had no clue. I'd spend the whole day just being so pissed off out of my mind that I hadn't listened to a thing anyone had said. I only knew about the quiz because that girl gave me her number for no reason.

Wait. It wasn't for no reason. She was offering to help me study. Was I a fucking idiot? I left my room and went to use the house phone. And for the record, it was a land line phone that was connected to the wall by a wire. I didn't have my own cell phone like everyone else in the house. Dad paid for himself and mom. My sisters each paid for their own phones. They had just needed my dad to be a cosigner. Yet another reason for me to get a job.

As my sister was dancing in the kitchen to her music, pretending to clean the same plate she had in her hand when I first came in, I dialed Rachel.

"Hello." came a man's voice.

"Hello, is Rachel there?"

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Hey, give me back my phone." I heard Rachel's voice in the background.

Great. Drama. I was not in the mood.

"What is your ..." the guy was starting to ask again when I hung up the phone. I knew it had to be too good to be true. Oh, well. I guess I'd just have to study everything. Or I could call the school. Did I have the number for the school? It had to be somewhere.

Ring, ring, ring.

"Hello." I answered.

"What the hell do you think you're doing calling my girl?"

"Seeing if she's free. I take it she's not so please tell her I'll see her on Monday."

"Monday? Hell no. You stay the hell away ..."

"You can't stop her from seeing me." I said.

"Yes, I can. I'll pound your little face right down your neck."

"You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"I'm not scared of you. You're the one who needs to be scared of me. I mean it. You stay the hell away from Rachel."

"That plan sucks. How about I just do all the things I've already been doing with Rachel. Yeah, that's a much better plan."

"Fuck you. FUCK YOU. You hear me. I'm going to fucking kill your ass. YOU HEAR ME? HUH? HUH?"

"Ha. Ha. Let me tell you about what we were doing today. Oh, man. You're not going to believe what she did. Me and her were ..."

"SHUT UP. SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH UP."

"Look man, if you really think you're man enough to come kill me, come on down. Let's see what you're made of."

"I'm made of a lot more than you."

"Prove it."

"I don't need to prove it. I know it."

"Yeah but I don't know it. I think you're a pussy. So come on down, I'll hand you the knife and give you two ... no three free stabs. Let's see how much of a killer you are."

"Knife?"

"Yeah, knife. Unless you're too much of a baby to stand the sight of blood."

"Fuck you."

"Coward. You want to kill me? Huh? Then have the balls to put the knife in my neck, unless you're not man enough."

"I'm more of a man than you."

"Words, words, words. Dude I got the knife right here, if you think you can use it. But I guess it's only fair to warn you about the last guy who put a knife in me. You might end up like him. You're call, big man."

"Uh ... um ... Just stay away from Rachel."

"Boring. I'm going to see her no matter what. You can't stop me. But hey, if you think you can, come on down. Do you need my address?"

He hung up on me. I was smiling. Yeah, he was probably going to hit me so hard I'd end up back in the hospital. That would be one way to get out of a quiz.

Ring, ring, ring.

Oh, boy. Round 3. Here we go. "Hello."

"Who is this?" Rachel asked with an exasperated tone. "Jason?"

"In the flesh."

"What the hell, asshole? Why'd you tell my boyfriend we were having sex?"

"I did not say that. Why's your boyfriend lying about me?"

"He's freaking out over here. What did you say?"

"I was calling to ask if you still wanted to study and in so doing try to apologize to you for being rude earlier but it sounds to me like you've got bigger problems than just worrying about me if your boyfriend is going to ..."

"Hey, don't blame him. You can't call me and tell people we're having sex."

"I didn't say that and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't smear my good name by implying that I would ever act inappropriately towards anyone I go to school with."

"I recorded the call, just so you know."

"Good, then maybe you can go back and listen to what I actually said and stop lying about me." This conversation was over as far as I was concerned so I added "BYE." to the end and then hung up.

It was funny. I actually sort of felt bad for her having to day a guy who was that insecure. She must have cheated on him already, probably more than once. Still, it was there business. If he wanted to stay with her after she did something like that to him, it was his choice, bad choice that it was. Shit, now I was feeling sorry for him, poor dumb whatever his name was.

"Smooth." Sally said. "You learn to talk on the phone like that in rehab?"

"You just love calling it that, don't you."

"Yeah, makes people think you're a drug addict."

Ring, ring, ring.

I rolled my eyes. I was about to answer it but sally hit a button on the phone and that did something and the ringing stopped. "In the future, if people are bothering you, just block them."

"Good advice. Thanks."

She looked at me weird. "Are you ok? You've been acting funny lately."

"Funny how?"

"I can't put my finger on it. It's like you chilled out all of the sudden."

"Like it?"

"It's refreshing. You had an argument without becoming a rage monster. Next level attained. Props to you sir."

"Thanks. Say, you want me to help you with that plate. You're going to polish a hole in it."

And so it came to pass that my sister and I were not just mean to each other. I helped clean a bit and then instead of trying to study in my room by myself, I brought out my books to the dining room table and started to catch up on my school work. I couldn't believe I ever thought this stuff was hard.

Speaking of hard, my sister did have a very nice figure and she wasn't wearing a lot. Too bad she was my sister and I wasn't a hillbilly. Then again, I did have sex with my mom, twice in fact. This brought up a good question. The initial presumption is that family sex will gross everyone out but here I was not feeling grossed out by what I had done with my mother and not being grossed out by my sisters. In fact, they were both rather attractive and I was certainly aroused. So where does the taboo come from? Do other people really feel grossed out or do they just pretend to feel grossed out because they know that's what society expects of them? How many people do what I'd done with my mother but just never let the secret out? How many people secretly sympathize with those who get caught? How many people have these feelings but just never act on them? Maybe the answers to those questions were small numbers but they weren't nothing.

Ding, dong. The doorbell rang. Sally was going for it but I pointed out that her tit was halfway hanging out of her shirt so leave it to me. I opened the door and found Rachel and a huge mountain of a man standing next to her.

"Hello Jason." she said. I ignored her and address the guy.

"I take it you're the boyfriend?"

"I take it you're the cancer kid."

"Good. We understand each other."

"Hey, Jason, listen. We really got off on the wrong foot." Rachel said. "That whole phone tag thing escalated quickly and I think you both said things you didn't mean so ..."

"So?" I asked.

"So shake hands or something."

In the aftermath of the pleasantries Rachel's boyfriend Mark took off and left Rachel with me to help prepare me for the Monday quiz. She gave me about a half hour of her time and got me sorted to start studying on my own and then she needed to go. I thanked her and walked her to her car parked on the curb. She drove away just as my dad was getting home. Great, and I'd had sex with his wife, AGAIN.

"Hi dad." Please don't see my guilt on my face.

"Hey, son. Who was that?"

"Just a girl from school who was helping me study."

"Study huh?"

"Uh ... yeah. Just study. Nothing else. You can ask Sally."

He laughed at me. "That's alright. Just let me know if you need some pointers."

"About studying?"

"Jason, a girl like that doesn't come see a guy like you if studying is all she has on her mind."

Dad walked with me into the house and then laid down on the sofa to get his power nap in before he had to eat and then rush out to his next job. Mom got home about an hour later and dinner was put on the table. We waited just a bit for Lisa to finally get home and once she was there, we woke dad up and ate together as a family.

I'd like to say that we all seemed happy for once but it was not so. Dad was happy. Mom was glowing. Lisa was in a pretty good mood once she'd gotten me to call her a bitch. Funny, that. However, Sally seemed really distant and pissed, specifically pissed at me. I chalked it up to an act. She was still acting angry at me because she felt like that was how she was expected to act towards me. However, once she cornered me in the hallway I got an ear full.

"Why was that girl here?" Sally confronted me in my room.

"To help me study."

Sally shook her head. "She wasn't here for that. Why was she here?"

"To help me study."

"You need to watch out and keep her away from this house."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"She's bad news. I mean it. Be careful around her."

"Why?"

Sally looked like she had something she wanted to tell me but then held her tongue. "If I catch that bitch in here again, I'll rip her hair out."

"Fine by me, I just need her to help me study. She can do that in a wig."

"Take this seriously."

"I am but you aren't giving me anything to work with."

"Listen, I can't explain it where you'll understand. Just trust me, she's a really bad person and you don't want to associate with her."

"Ok. I trust you. I'll be careful."

"Thank you. And keep her out of this house."

"I'll meet her at the library."

"Good." she huffed. Then she looked down and walked out.

I couldn't believe it. I had managed to get my sister mad at me without even doing anything.

My family, minus my dad who had to go to work, all helped clean up together and Sally seemed to be calmed down a bit but the next one to lay in on me was Lisa. She spilled the remainder of a drink on me and I could swear she did it on purpose. Maybe she was trying to get a rise out of me or maybe she just wanted me to be gone from the kitchen. My plan was to just change out of my shorts into another pair and just go back to helping but Lisa followed me to my room, watched me change from the doorway and then stopped me.

"You're not going to leave that like that, are you?"

"It'll be fine for now."

"You're going to forget and then it's going to stink up the whole house and I'm the one who has to clean it. Pick it up and rinse it out and put it in the laundry."

"Hey, you're the one who dumped your drink on me."

"You're the one who was in my way. Now pick it up."

FUCK! Well, I didn't feel like arguing with her. I used to argue every little point when these things would happen but I just didn't feel like it. I grabbed my shorts and went to the bathroom with them. I rinsed them in the sink and while I was doing that my sister dropped her bottoms and sat on the toilet to take a pee. I can't be sure but I think she waited until I looked her way to rise up and wipe herself. After flushing, she was still naked from the waist down when she pushed me and my now rinsed shorts out of the way so she could wash her hands.

"I know you're staring at my ass. Get a good look." she said as she swayed her butt cheeks from side to side.

"You do remember that I'm your brother, right?"

"You do know I'm your sister, right?"

I rolled my eyes but I wasn't going to argue and that was clearly what she wanted, though I did purposely leave the door open as I took my shorts to the laundry room.

...

Day 3

I had been fine all morning. I shared the bathroom with my sisters and it didn't explode into an argument though I did have to wonder why Lisa needed to be topless to brush her teeth. My mother gave me a wink when she served me my breakfast and my dad patted me on the head as he left for work. Now that I thought about it, when did he get home last night? When did he ever have the time to sleep. It was the weekend and still he was working 17 or 18 hours before he'd be back here again. He was going to die if he kept that up. I had to do something.

So when I went to my volunteer thing and again got stares from people who wondered why I was still showing up, I asked if there was any paid work I could do. Any at all. Please. The lady in charge of me just told me that if I didn't want to volunteer anymore then I could just march my ass back home. So very politely I asked again and stressed that my family really needed me to help out. Please. If not for them, could they recommend any place that was hiring.

I ended up snagging a minimum wage gig to go door to door and ask people survey questions about the mayor and city council. It was all going so well at first. I was calm and level headed. The sorority girls tried to tease me with their partial nudity and I was ok. One guy just started yelling at me and ranting about all the fucked up things the mayor was responsible for according to him and I was ok. I wrote down as much as I could but there was no way I could catch or even understand all of that. Yes, this was an ok job for me. I could do this. I was earning money and I was going to help my family.

And then, at a little after 3 pm it happened and for the first time I noticed. I was talking to this woman who was in her forties. She was a housewife and she was acting polite to me.

"Sure, I got time for a few questions. You want to come inside?"

Hell no you sorry sack of shit. Bat your fucking eyes at someone else. Why does every fucking woman have to make every fucking thing about sex? Stop trying to show me your cleavage and take this seriously. These local yahoo politicians make decisions that control your life you dumb bitch.

"Right here is fine. It's against the rules to go in." I answered.

"Oh, I won't tell."

I answered again that I had to stay outside and then I asked the first question. She started to give me her answer but I wasn't writing it down. Instead I was looking at her legs in her yoga pants. What kind of fucking bitch wears that shit to show off their camel toe? This fucking married woman probably already fucked half the men in this neighborhood. And even if not, she sure wasn't leaving much to the imagination.

"Did you get that?" she asked me.

I looked up at her. "Yes, ma'am." I couldn't believe I had to call her ma'am. She sure as hell didn't deserve it. "And actually, I just realized the time. I need to go. Do you mind if we send someone to come and finish this interview later."

"Oh, no, you go do what you have to do."

I nodded and started to walk back to the sidewalk. I just could not stand even one more second around that slut. That whore. That waste of human flesh. ARG!!

And why the hell was I even out here? What was this for? Oh, right, so the fucking family that decided it would be a good idea to keep me chained to this fucking world wouldn't be sad because heaven forbid they'd have to grieve me. Fuck them. Why the hell should I help them? Could anyone give me one good fucking reason why I should have to help them? They all hate me. They can pretend all they wanted but I knew. They all fucking hated my guts and secretly wanted me to die. They only kept me alive because they wanted me to suffer more before I passed.

I marched back to the volunteer center to throw this fucking clip board in that stupid bitch's face and tell her to shove it up her ass. She was such an evil fucking woman with her tits I wasn't allowed to suck and her ass I wasn't allowed to touch. Well, you know what, I knew who's ass I could touch and who's tits I could suck. It was a bit of a detour but I walked back home and found my mother doing her bookkeeping thing for local businesses, which was something she did at home to make money. She had Lisa helping her but Sally was out at her job.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." I demanded in my angry, aggressive voice.

"Me?" Lisa replied like she was ready to battle.

"No, honey, he meant me. Just continue, I'll be back in a minute."

"You wish." I answered.

"Jason, honey, we can talk in private."

My mother went with me to my room and then she closed the door.

"Show me your tits." I demanded.

She was trying to hold back a smile as she started to open her top for me.

"Hurry up." I said as I grabbed her and forced her down to my bed. Her eyes went wide and she no longer hid her glee as I went for her jeans and pulled them off of her. Once I had enough access I just plowed right into her. She seemed to love it.

"Yes, baby. Fuck mommy. Yes!"

The first thing I noticed was that I was lasting a lot longer than the previous times we'd had sex. It lasted almost long enough to justify changing positions. She was so wet and she was clawing at my body and trying to kiss me. I wasn't in the kind of mindset to want to kiss but I let her nibble on my ear. She wrapped her legs around me and tried to get me closer and closer to her. She would also reach around and grab my ass.

I was doing a kind of thrust, grind for a moment, and then pull out motion. I was angling my cock to push against the different sides of her pussy and then I found a place that she seemed to like a lot. I happened to get a look at her face just as her eyes were rolling to the back of her head and her body started to seize. She was jerking about and I felt a gush of more wetness in her pussy. It was so warm and strangely inviting. I stopped holding back and let my orgasm happen inside of her.

And then epiphany.

I was on top of my mom recovering from cumming inside of her. I looked down at her and she was obviously coming out of her own orgasm. I got off and then sat on my bed with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. I got it. I might have just figured it out.

My mom crawled over to me and started to put her hands on me. She moved closer and started to kiss me on my cheek and on my shoulder. Acting all lovey dovey was not what I was interested in doing.

"Mom, I have to tell you something."

"You want some more. I think I have time."

"No, listen. Ok. Really listen. This is me."

"And I love every ounce of you, lover boy."

"Try to understand me." I said as she was reaching for my dick and trying to stroke it. "Mom! Listen."

"I can listen and do this at the same time." she answered and then straddled me and forced me into a kiss. Before I really knew what was happening she'd gotten my dick back into her and she was shoving me to get me more on the bed so she could be more comfortable.
"Mom, stop."

"Just a little more, baby; please."

"Mom, I really have to talk to you about this."

"Give mommy just a little more. It's so good."

"I was angry and now I'm not."

"I'm happy for you baby." she said as she started to go faster and faster and I was unable to really continue the conversation until she'd gotten herself off for a second time. She was panting in my arms and I had to hold her body to keep her from falling over. I gently put her down to my bed and then she grabbed my head and forced me down to a kiss.

"Now, what did you want to say?" she asked.

"Are you ready to listen?"

"Sure. Lay it on me. Or, if you like you can fuck mommy again. I'm ready."

"Mom, listen carefully. I was fine this morning."

"You're fine right now."

"I know that." Wait. I just then realized what she meant. Anyway, "What I mean is, I wasn't angry this morning and I'm not angry now."

"Good."

"Not good mom. I was doing my job and one moment I was ok and then the next I was so pissed off that I wanted to just burn the whole world down."

My mother cleared the lust from her eyes and then sat up to examine my face. "And how do you feel now?"

"Normal. I feel normal. You know, not angry. But right around 3:15 or so I can't explain it but I felt like I wanted to just turn into the hulk and smash everything in sight. And then, I come home and have sex with you and then I'm normal again. Yesterday it was like that too. I was so pissed off at school and then we had sex and poof, not angry at all."

"Mood swings. You're having mood swings."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, I'm happy to keep helping you with this. I don't mind."

"I see that. But you know this is wrong. Sure, when I'm pissed off the fact that this is wrong is the furthest thing from my mind. I think I actually enjoy the fact that it's wrong."

"I know. It's so wrong isn't it. Keep talking like that and you're going to make me wet."

"Mom! Be serious."

"I am. It's a real turn on."

"You know we have to stop. So that means I have to get a girlfriend."

"Or you can just let mommy take care of you."

"What about dad?"

"We'll have to manage."

"But think about the long term. I'm going to need a girlfriend."

"There's no rush. Mama will take care of you for as long as you need."

I could see there was no talking her out of it so I digressed. I had to get back to work anyway. We both got dressed and went back to the living room. I ignored Lisa with her wide, questioning but unsure eyes. I'd let my mother handle her. I headed for the door.

"Hey, cancer stick." Lisa called out to me as I was opening the front door. "Some girl came by for you. Something about studying together. She wanted you to call her."

What bad timing. I was still on the clock. If I spent any more time at home I'd feel like I was stealing. I went back to my room and got Rachel's number and called.

"Hello." her boyfriend answered.

"It's Jason. Rachel said something about studying today?"

"Oh, yeah. She wants to come over tonight if you're not busy."

"Tonight? Um ... Well, the library closes at ..."

"At your house man."

Sally's words were coming back to me. "Wouldn't it be better for me to go see her? That way you can be there and make sure that ..."

"Don't worry about it man. It's cool. I know what the deal is."

"It's just, I sort of got my visitor privileges taken away so it has to be outside the house."

"No sweat. She can sneak in through your window. Unless you're not man enough to let a girl come see you."

"Throwing that back at me, huh?"

"You know it little buddy."

Damn. I needed to study but I didn't want to piss Sally off. Speaking of Sally, I should probably try to get to the bottom of her beef with Rachel. "Fine but if she gets caught I will deny all knowledge of her activity."

"Ha. Ok. Anyway, I'll tell her."

When I hung up both Lisa and my mom were looking at me and wondering what that conversation was about. I smiled. "I don't have time to explain right now but a girl is sneaking in through my window tonight, just to study mind you. She has a boyfriend."

"Is there something wrong with the front door?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah, Sally can't know she's here. Don't ask me why. I don't know. But hey, if you want me to owe you a favor, you can keep Sally away from my room."

After saying that I headed for the door as fast as I could and I got out of there before more questions came. On a side note, was that a twinge of jealousy I saw on my mother's face?

I finished my trek going door to door and went back to the volunteer center. I was honest and told them that I took some time off to go talk to my mother at home so they should take that off my time. The girl with no bra made a sound that told me she was annoyed and then started to try to recalculate my pay. Then she said fuck it and just paid me for the time I was at home anyway just cause it was easier. I told her thanks but she wasn't going to go into a deep conversation with me.

Dinner that night was a bit stressful since I didn't know when Rachel would be arriving. I got my food down, avoided Lisa pouring a drink on me, slipped my pay into my dad's coat pocket, and then went to my room closing the door.

After only a few minutes in there I started to feel stupid. She wasn't going to come. This whole thing made no sense. She was going to sneak into my room so she could study with me. Who did that?

And in the end I was right. Rachel didn't come. In her place the redhead named Becky came. I was very surprised to see her and not Rachel but I guessed from my point of view it didn't really matter who was helping me study.

Well, I say it shouldn't have mattered but actually things with Becky got weird really fast. When I was just opening my window for her I noticed that she wasn't really dressed for studying. She was dressed for going on a date, a very slutty sort of date. But hey, who was I to judge. Maybe she had plans for tonight after she was finished with me.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked me no more than two minutes after our books were open on my bed.

"Girlfriend? Um ... well, not officially."

"So, no." she said as she leaned closer to me.

"You offering to help me find one?"

"You might be able to persuade me. I have a girl in mind actually."

"Really? And she wants to date me?"

"She's not sure yet. She'd like to get to know you a bit better first."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess it couldn't hurt to meet her and see if we hit it off."

"Great. I take it, you're not really the kind of guy to make the first move."

First move? I looked down at what we were studying and I tried to figure out what that had to do with American History.

"Are you talking about Fort Sumter?"

"With a girl. You don't like to make the first move with a girl."

"Oh. Well, I don't really have a lot of experience with that."

"You ever been with a girl?"

"This conversation got really personal all of the sudden. Have you?"

"I'll tell if you will."

"Yes I have had sex if that's where you're going."

"With a girl?" she asked.

"Yes with a girl. Why would you think I was gay?"

"Relax. It's just a question. Now my turn. I've tried being with a girl. It was nice."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm not against gay people. I'm not gay myself but ..."

"I said I tried it. I like guys too."

"Anyway, we probably better get back to studying."

"Or, you could practice making the first move."

Did I hear that right? I barely knew this girl. But she was hot, no lie there. I debated in my head whether to take her up on her offer. It would be a really shitty move on her part to say some shit like that to me and then reject me if I did anything. If I had better sense I would have recognized that there was no way she was just acting this way with me. She had to have had an ulterior motive. On top of that, she was friends with the Latina girl who seemed to like me and I was slowly developing a crush on. If I did something with Becky would that mean I could never be with my Latina beauty? But when you have a hard on it's so hard to have discipline and connect the dots.

I leaned in and attempted a kiss. As soon as our lips touched she went full throttle on me. The next thing I knew one of my books was under me pressing into my back as this girl was pulling my shirt up and kissing my chest. I looked at her and her heart shaped ass up in the air. Her skirt flopped down to her waist and she wasn't wearing any underwear. It was mesmerizing.

Every time she'd bring her head up to smile at me I could see her cleavage. About a minute after that she was getting my dick out. She started sucking on the head while her hands moved up and down my shaft. I was getting a blowjob. This was a blowjob, no doubt about it, just like in a porno. Now the blowjob was ok but I could tell right away that it was probably not going to do the trick to get me off unless she started to do it a lot better than she was. But then she got her tits out of her top and started to rub my dick between them. That was so hot. If only it felt as good as it looked.

Man I couldn't take anymore. She was driving me nuts with this. "Hey, Becky?"

"Yeah."

"You wanna fuck?"

"What a coincidence. That's what the tag on this skirt said when I bought it."

This was happening. How the hell had I gotten so lucky? It was a mystery to me at the time but the answer would be forthcoming soon enough.

When Becky got on top of me the fact that she actually had not worn underwear was very useful. Her skirt was short enough to naturally be out of the way as she turned her back to me and lowered herself onto my dick. This position was strange. It was like she was riding me and I was fucking her from behind at the same time. Mind blown.

"You can spank me if you want."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Try it. You might like it."

I moved her skirt out of the way and I smacked her ass and yeah, that was sort of fun. She giggled but I shushed her to let her know to be quiet. I watched my dick going in and out of her and it was beautiful. My mom was going to be so pissed that I did this. But who says no to sex with a bombshell like Becky? Not me.

Oh shit. I was not prepared for this. I just realized that I was fucking her raw. I didn't know this girl or what kind of a slut she'd been before me. I mean, I didn't worry about getting an STD from my mom but it crossed my mind with this girl. But I didn't have any condoms. I mean, come on, I'm not the kind of guy to get a lot of sex so why would I have condoms. Maybe she had one. But if I asked and she didn't she might want to stop. It probably would be wise to stop but I was not strong enough to say no to sex once I was in the pocket.

My balls started to tense up and I realized that the previous times I'd had sex I just put my cum in my mom with no thought of it. Certainly I couldn't do that with Becky.

"I'm going to cum." I warned.

"Me too." she panted.

"I'm serious, you have to get up."

"Just give me a minute."

The way this worked out was she started to lean back more and more until she was right on top of me with no leverage to really move her body. She started hitting an orgasm and I let my first blast of cum out while my dick was still inside of her but I got myself pulled out and I covered her pubic hair in cum.

"You've got a really nice dick, did you know that?"

"You're just saying that cause we just had sex."

"I had sex with you cause I heard you had a really nice dick."

"And who told you that?"

"It's a secret."

"So I take it you didn't really come here to help me study."

"Busted. I hope you don't mind."

"I do and I sort of don't. It's complicated. I mean, I do still need to study."

"Oh, totally. I'll help you study. Of course. I like you."

"You do?"

She got off of me and then laid on her side next to me and put her head by my shoulder. "I just had sex with you. Of course I like you. Do you like me?"

"I'm definitely starting to."

She smiled and snuggled up next to me. "Ok so I should let you know that I have this like brutal honesty thing. It can make some people uncomfortable."

"I hear honesty can do that sometimes."

"So I've already put myself out there and given you what I know guys want. You have no reason to say you like me or say you want me to be your girlfriend unless you really mean it."

"Well, if you think about it, I might say that kind of stuff if I thought it would get you in bed with me again in the future."

"Brutal honesty. Somehow I just knew you'd get it. But no, I'll come over and have sex with you even if you don't want me to be your girlfriend."

"Free sex and no relationship?"

"Not if you don't want one."

"But you'd say yes if I asked you to be my girlfriend."

"Ask me and find out."

"This is all going so fast for me. Why me? Why would you like me? I've been a jerk to you."

"And I've noticed."

"So why me? Why would you want to do this with me?"

"A few reasons, actually. You're not going to lie and say you love me if you don't. And I heard you had a nice dick. And then Martha was saying that she sort of had a crush on you and she pissed me off recently so just wait until she hears about this. And then being with you makes sense in a lot of other ways. We go to the same school and I actually make better grades than you so you can't call me dumb. But I guess maybe the biggest reason was, you know, sure, you've been a prick and a dickhead but no one should have to die before they know love."

"You think I'm dying?"

"Oh, was it supposed to be a secret? I mean, everyone knows."

Sigh. "I was dying but I'm better now."

"You are? That's ... I don't understand."

"My cancer was cured. I'm going to live."

"Oh, well, wonderful. That's great. I'm happy for you. But, you know, brutal honesty, you don't act like it."

"The medication I take might have a bit of a side effect and I have mood swings."

"Oh, yeah. I can definitely see that in you."

"So, sorry if you feel like I got you here under false pretenses."

"No, I'm ok. I still liked it. And I still like you. And I like this softer, gentler side of you. You're sweet."

"Ok, let me just ask; you don't have some jock ex boyfriend who's going to snap my spinal column because I did this with you, do you?"

"No." she said as she lightly punched me. "I've never had a boyfriend and you're only the second guy I've ever been with."

"You're my second too, actually."

"See, we match."

"But wait. I do not buy that. You must have had a boyfriend. Lots of guys would kill to date you, right?"

"I don't know but I've never had a boyfriend. You'll be my first if you ask."

"This is all really sudden though."

"Sorry. I thought you had an expiration date so ..."

I guessed that this was part of life, a life that I was now signed up to continue living whether I liked it or not. You have to take opportunities when they presented themselves. You have to seize the day. I had to take a chance and see what happened.

"Ok. Becky, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"That's not how you ask."

"Sure it is."

"You have to ask me if I will be your girlfriend not if I want to. You already know I want to."

"Oh. Why so picky?"

"Just do it right."

"Well maybe now I don't want to do it at all if you're going to criticize me."

"Jason, will you be my boyfriend?"

I gave her a look but she was quick to defend herself.

"Hey, it's the 22nd century, girls are allowed to ask now."

"21st." I corrected.

"No, you have to add to it if you use the word century." she attempted to correct me. Ok, so she wasn't that smart or observant, but she was so hot and she just had sex with me, and her pussy was so good and she was so pretty and her tits were so big.

"You really want me to be your boyfriend?"

" If you say yes I'll let you do anything you want to me."

"Anything, huh? Well, do you mind answering a few questions?"

"Shoot."

"I take it you're not religious."

"Me. Um ... I used to be. My family stopped going to church after one of the LDS leaders got busted giving money to the KKK."

"Ok. Um, Have you ever lied to the police about a guy?"

"No."

"Have you ever had an abortion?"

"You're seriously asking me that."

"It wouldn't be right to have a girlfriend who's had an abortion. It's a deal breaker for me."

"No. I've never been pregnant. And I've never had an STD. Like I said, you're only the second guy I've ever been with. Also, I've never been to jail or put any one in jail. I'm not a bad person."

"I didn't say you were. I'm just asking not attacking you. I don't really have a lot of experience with this so all I have to go off of are the stories in the news."

"Well, if I get to be your girlfriend then you start to get all the experience you want."

"You know, by all rights I should make you wait until we've gotten to know each other a lot better but taking everything into consideration yes, I will be your boyfriend."

She hugged me. "Thank you. My first boyfriend." she said as she kissed me on the cheek. "So, do you want to study now or have sex again?"

Sex for a third time that day? I may be a young man but I wasn't that strong yet. "Ah, let's not wear it out. It'll feel more special if we wait for a bit."

"Good thinking. So you like me for more than just sex. That's nice."

"But I will be asking you to have a threesome with me and any other hot girl of your choice."

"If you were still dying I'd probably say yes to that."

"Well, aren't we all dying just a little with each breath we take?"

She chuckled. "We can talk about it I guess. Oh, and ... I'm sorry to spring this on you all of the sudden but ... can I sleep here tonight?"

"Sleep here? You ... Um ... Here? Why?"

She bounced her head about for a bit and then said, "Brutal honesty, my parents kicked me out a while back and I've been going back and forth between Rachel's, Martha's, and Kim's."

"You're homeless?"

"I don't have enough money for an apartment on my own yet and I need to stay in school if I want to pass that test. I understand if you say no but I figured no harm in asking, right?"

She was cringing as she said all of that and I have to admit I felt sorry for her, even if I wasn't sure I really trusted what she was saying.

"I maybe an adult but this isn't my house. I live here but I don't make the rules. I'll need to ask."

"Right. Ok. Well, it's ok. My stuff is back at Rachel's anyway. She'll probably let me stay one more night. I'll just wait until her boyfriend goes home."

"Oh, it's like that. Ok. Just wait here. Let me go test the waters."

"Really?"

"I can't guarantee anything but just wait here." This was going to be a difficult conversation.

After getting my pants back on I went back to the living room looking for my mom. My sisters were playing cards in the dining room but my mom wasn't out there. So I went to her bedroom and found her reading a book.

"Hey, mom."

She looked up and had a mischievous face. "Come on in. Close the door if you don't mind."

Oh, boy. I took a guess as to what she thought I was there for. As soon as the door was closed she put her book to the side and started to undress.

"Actually, mom, I'm not here for that."

"That's ok. We can mix it in."

"I'm ok right now. Not angry at all."

"But nothing says we can't have a bit of preventative therapy."

"There's a girl in my room, remember."

"Just for studying. Let her wait."

"She's asking if she can spend the night."

That got my mom to her serious face. "Why?"

"Her parents kicked her out and she's been bouncing back and forth between her friends. And ..."

"Stop right there. This is not a hotel."

"Ok. I'll tell her. Um, there is this one other thing. She agreed to be my girlfriend."
"Your what?"

"Well, think about it, mom. This fixes our problem."

"There was no problem to fix."

"Yes there was. I feel really bad about dad. You know we couldn't have kept on like that."

My mom got off of her bed and came over to me and put one arm on each of my shoulders and pulled me in for a hug. "I know baby. But you have to be careful with these modern girls. She says she's your girlfriend tonight while she needs a place to stay but will she still be your girlfriend in the morning? And just having a girlfriend does not fix your anger problem. Most women will not want to have sex with the frequency that I think you need. And besides, just saying she's your girlfriend does not automatically mean she's going to put out for you in the first place. Now, I'm a sure thing. Just let me help you."

"But I think I should try this. Please. And besides, she needs to sleep somewhere. I'd feel really bad if we put her on the street. Isn't there anyone who can put her up? Can't we call someone for her?"

"Is she under 18?"

"No."

My mother shook her head. "Then, there isn't anyone. Sorry baby."

"Ok, fine. I'll sleep on the sofa and let her have my room."

My mother shook her head again. "This isn't a hotel."

I wasn't sure how strong my hand really was but I was going to have to play my cards and find out. "I'll keep letting you help me if you let her stay."

My mother's mouth gaped open for a moment but then it turned into a smile. "Well played. Alright. She can stay. But not in your room. Let me talk to the girls and ..."

"Oh, but Sally can't know she's here."

"Jason, either your sister gets to know or your, ahem, 'girlfriend' can go sleep somewhere else."

"Right. Ok."

"So pick."

"I guess I choose let her stay."

"Let me see if the girls have room."

My mother fixed her clothes and then left. I stood in the hallway outside my room waiting for an answer. I wasn't too worried. I had my promise to my mom more on my mind than Becky though I did wonder what she'd done to get kicked out. It would probably be a good idea to ask. I really hoped it wasn't for something stupid like stealing. If it was for stealing then we probably couldn't let her stay long.

Then down the hallway came Sally. She charged right up to me and put her finger in my face. "Tell the bitch Rachel she can ..."

"Not Rachel. Different girl."

"Who?"

I swallowed. "Becky."

"Fuck no. Hell no. Absolutely not. Absolutely not. ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NNOTT!"

"Just one night."

"NO. Get it through your fucking skull. NO."

"Why not?"

"Because ..." Sally looked like she was about to say but then held back. "Because she's bad. She's the worst one."

"Bad how? What did she do?"

"She ... That thing is not sleeping in my room. And what the hell do you think you're doing inviting her here after I expressly told you ..."

"Sally, give me a reason, a real reason, why I should tell her to go and I'll tell her."

"Shouldn't me asking be enough?"

I was going to answer but by then Lisa and my mom were coming and they asked for the girl in my room to come out. Becky came out and said "Hi Sal." but my sister just scowled at her.

"Um, everyone, this is Becky. She's ..."

"She's a fucking whore." Sally interrupted.

"Sally, if you're going to behave like that, just go." my mother said.

"Keep that bitch away from me. You hear me. And you, if you ever come ..."

"SALLY. Go." my mother demanded. Sally left but when my mother turned back to me and Becky she didn't look pleased.

"So I assume you know my daughter."

"We used to be friends."

"I've never heard of you being friends with her." Lisa said.

"It's a long story. Maybe you better ask her about it."

"I certainly will but you can understand that with such hard feelings between you two it might not be the best thing to have you here."

"I understand, ma'am. I'll call Rachel and ask her to pick me up." Becky said.

I waited with Becky outside the house for Mark to show up and bring her to Rachel's. I apologized for my family not letting her stay and then right as Mark was pulling up, I thought to ask for her phone number. Becky hopped into Mark's SUV but instead of closing the sliding door she suddenly hopped back out.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked.

"I need my plus one." Becky said.

I didn't understand the lingo but I got the hint when Becky started to pull me to the vehicle.

"Is this ok?" I asked.

"It's cool with me." Mark answered.

"Just come. Live a little." Becky said.

Would my mom be worried? Yes. Was there a rule that said I couldn't go out? No. I shrugged and hopped in. "Let me see your phone."

I called my house and talked to my mom and let her know that I was going with Becky to Rachel's to make sure everything was going to be ok. My mom tried to say I didn't need to do that but I told her I was already in the car.

Before we even got close to the house I could tell that Rachel's family made more money, a lot more money, than mine. This was the kind of neighborhood where everyone had a swimming pool and a second floor. Becky and Rachel hugged when they went in and I had to wonder where the rest of Rachel's family was. It appeared to just be her in the house but there were pictures of her parents and a sister.

My beautiful Latina Martha was already there hanging out with Rachel and as soon as I saw her I could feel the regret of a lost opportunity. Becky took such pride in introducing me to everyone as her boyfriend and I saw the look in Martha's eyes. She secretly wished I was dating her and in my heart I had to admit I felt the same. That might sound stupid since I didn't know her any better than I knew Becky but I just felt more of an emotional attachment to her. It had to be just hormones caused by her looking my way. I had no way of really knowing what she thought of me. Still, those feelings were there.

At Rachel's there was also this girl named Lesley. Unlike her friends she'd finished high school the regular way but wasn't able to get into college so she had already started working. We all just hung out for a bit but not long after we showed up these two guys the others referred to as Stoky and Bandito arrived and then the drugs came out.

Well, that explains why Becky was likely kicked out of her house. They lit up and passed the weed around but when they offered it to me I declined. I was on enough drugs already. I couldn't afford to introduce anything else into my system.

"Man I bet he could get us that legit shit." Stoky said.

"Yeah, man. He proly down with that medical card." Bandito added.

"No, shit?" Mark asked.

"Well I do have this kind of medical information license thing but I've never used it for anything."

Stoky jumped out of his seat. "Shit yeah. You hear that. Weed run."

"You guys probably shouldn't be driving after smoking."

"Come on, Jason. Please." Becky said as she embraced me.

"Move over. You don't know how to ask right." Martha said as she grabbed my arm and squeezed into my side. "Buy it for us and you can upgrade your girlfriend to a Latina." she whispered.

"Bitch, get off. He's mine." Becky said.

"I saw him first."

"Well I fucked him first. You were scared you were going to ..."

"Ladies, stop. Relax. I'll go if you just stop arguing."

And that was how I found myself being dropped off by a self driving taxi at a medical marijuana shop with a bag full of money. It would probably be a good idea to just go home. I didn't even know if my medical card would be accepted. Hey, that was a good plan. Go inside, get turned down and then go back and tell everyone that I couldn't get it and it wasn't my fault.

I went inside and put my medical card on the counter.

"Where's your prescription?"

"I need a prescription?"

"Is it an emergency?"

"Emergency? No, not exactly."

"Then I can't help you. Go get your grass from a street dealer."

I nodded. "Yeah, ok."

I turned around and I was going to leave but then the staff called me back. "Hey, I'm just playing."

"Look, I've never done this before. Does my card even cover this?"

"What are your symptoms?"

My symptoms? "Mood swings. Really bad mood swings."

The guy looked down at his check list and then grunted, "Yep. Right here." He prepared a bag and then rang me up. It was a lot less expensive than I would have thought an illegal substance to be. Well, I guess in this situation it wasn't illegal until I handed it over to people who hadn't ever had cancer.

"Dude, you smell this shit?" Stoky said when I returned. "This is that high grade shit. OH, I love you man. You my new best friend."

So what happens when you're the only one at an impromptu party who isn't drinking alcohol or smoking weed? You end up watching everyone else get high and passing out. When Becky was high she seemed to not mind Martha blatantly flirting with me or even trying to kiss me. After about two hours Rachel and Mark retired. Lesley and Bandito went off somewhere. Stoky was so high he went out to the pool, stripped naked and stretched out on the fully reclined lawn chair. That left me, Becky, and Martha on the sofa. I had a girl on each side of me, both telling me how much they liked me and I was just so awesome. And then they were out and it was only me awake. So I watched tv. Rachel had cable, the good cable. I couldn't even count how many channels she had. Oh, wow, I found softcore porn, Italian softcore porn with subtitles. That meant I could turn the volume off. Then I found out that the story was really dull.

I got up to take a piss and left the girls unconsciously groping each other. I searched for the restroom and opened the wrong door to find Bandito and Lesley naked next to each other passed out. I searched a bit more and found the toilet. As I took a piss I realized that my mom was going to kill me, likely by fucking me to death. But hey, at least now I can say I lived a little before my delayed demise.

As I was coming out of the bathroom I found Sally of all people creeping in through the back door.

"Whoa. What are you doing here?"

"I should fucking ask you the same question, asshole. I told you to stay away from these jerks."

"You never told me why."

"Well now you can see why."

"I admit this doesn't look good exactly."

"You bought drugs for them didn't you."

"Hey, that's a very specific accusation."

"They're only pretending to be your friend so they can get pot."

"They didn't even know if my med card would work until I went and ..."

"They knew damn well your card would work ahead of time."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. Who do you think was buying for them before?"

"But you're not ... You stole my med card."

"Borrowed more like it."

"What the hell."

"The medical stuff is like ten times stronger than the regular stuff and at a fraction of the price. But make no mistake, if you ever not buy for them, they won't want you hanging out. They won't want you anywhere near them. They only care about getting high."

"Really?"

"I don't know what they told you ok by they aren't your friends. They don't care about you."

I thought back over all the weird phone tag argument stuff and nodded with acceptance. "This whole thing has been weird from the start."

"See. Next time believe me."

Sally drove me home in mom's car and my mom was not happy with me when I returned. Not much was said but I could tell I was in trouble. I took a shower to wash the pot smell off of me and Lisa was standing outside the shower door like she was my warden or something.

...

Day 4

"Sh. Don't worry, baby. Mommy's here for you."

"What?" I opened my eyes and found my mother riding my erection. "Mom?"

"Sh. You have to be quiet."

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you have a good day. Best get a jump on it."

My mom glided her pussy up and down my cock. I wasn't really ready to have a massive orgasm or anything but any orgasm still feels nice. This was sort of by definition a quickie since my dad was still asleep in the master bedroom. I started to cum in my mom and I sort of felt like this particular time wasn't about me being angry. It was just about my mother's lust. She seemed to really enjoy getting sex from me. It was fun for her.

My mother snuck back to the room she shared with my father. At first I thought that I might just go to sleep but then I decided to get up and wash myself off. I got into the shower and debated with myself if I should take a full shower or just wash off. While I was thinking, Lisa barged in with her shower stuff and started stripping. With her there I couldn't just wash my dick and get out. That would look weird so I started to put shampoo in my hair.

"You're only just starting?" Lisa said exasperatedly. That prompted her to open the shower door and get in over my objections. "Shampoo." she demanded. I handed it to her and then turned my back to face away from her as I got myself lathered up with the soap. But then, when I wanted to rinse off, she was in my way and I had to push past her, coming into full naked bodily contact with her to do so.

Right as I was all the way rinsed off and I was avoiding the soap that was oozing down my sister's body, I knew she was going to be angry because I could feel the hot water starting to loose power and cool. I got out and tried to dry off as fast as I could but before I could get all the way dress she was already yelling at me. "You little shit. You did it again. I should fucking break your face for this."

"You should have just waited for it to get hot again."

"I have to go to work early, jackass. What the hell were you doing in here at this time?"

I didn't answer that. I just got out of there and went to my room.

About an hour later I was sitting next to my father eating breakfast as my mother explained that I might have a girlfriend and that I went on a date the night before. My father smiled and approved. Then he gave me my money back and told me to really take my girl out to some place nice. I hesitantly took the money back but promised to try to help out as much as I could.

"I don't know what you're doing to get him so cooperative but keep it up." Damn, why did he have to say something like that and make me feel bad.

On Sunday my father slept for most of the day and even when he was awake he just lounged in his chair watching tv. Actually, he wasn't really watching it. It was just on while he sat there.

I read through everything that was supposed to be on the quiz and I felt like I was ready. I was a bit sluggish that morning and felt like I needed more sleep but I forced myself out of the house to collect applications for jobs. I hoofed it to the mall and then I walked around. I figured I'd apply for jobs even if I wasn't qualified. What could they say other than no. One place did try to point out that the job was only for high school grads or better as if he was annoyed that I'd had the balls to apply anyway. Most of the other places simply put my application in the round file, though not in front of my face.

I went up to the second floor and found the creepy hipster gift shop with the neon paint splashed on black walls where they sold things like incense, band posters, and tie die tshirts. And lo and behold who was behind the counter but Lesley half asleep.

"You guys have any openings?" I asked.

The hung over girl forced one of her eyes open and then started to smile when she saw me. "Hey, Jason. What's up?"

"Looking for a job."

"Can you lift fifty pounds?"

Pounds? How heavy was that? Nobody used pounds anymore. "Um ... maybe."

"It's a BOQ."

"A what?"

"I don't know. We need a guy to open boxes and put stuff on the shelves but you have to be able to lift fifty pounds."

I didn't even cognitively have any concept of how much fifty pounds was but I said I could and without any kind of interview or anything I had a job. I spoke to the 'manager' over the phone about my available hours and when she heard I could work that day she told Lesley to give me a time card and set me to work. It was too bad that fifty pounds turned out to be the upper limit of what I could lift cause some of those boxes in the back were really heavy. But Lesley kept me company, talking about how great the party was and even flashing me her tits to encourage me to use all my might to pick up this one package.

An exhausted me returned home at the tail end of dinner time. I was expecting to have to announce that I had a job but when I came into the house I found that instead of Sally, Becky was sitting at the table with my family and not only did she already know I had a job without me telling her but she had already told my family and they'd invited her to stay for dinner over Sally's objections.

After dinner Becky wanted to just go to my room but I told her it wouldn't look right to do that so it would be best to maybe hang out in the living room or on the back porch. However, it was my father who stretched out on the sofa and told us if we wanted to sit, I had a bed and pointed towards my room.

So it was just me and pot smoking Becky in my room. I left my door open as I was unsure how I was supposed to feel or react to her. There was a lack of trust on my part but I didn't want to start an argument with her so I was just being polite and trying to ride out her visit. Did she still think she was my girlfriend? I supposed we had established that and I'd be a dick to suddenly tell her that we were not. But if she just lied to me in order to get me to buy pot then doesn't that negate the whole thing? And besides, shouldn't her being a drug user disqualify her from being my girlfriend.

"Do you like Stoky?" I asked her in response to her statement that she had a present for me.

"Stoky? He's cool but I don't like him the way I like you."

"Don't you think you have more in common with him?"

"No. What does that have to do with anything anyway? Where's this going?"

"I'm just confused about last night. I'm having trouble dealing with it."

"First real party? Didn't think it would be that way?"

"If I asked you to stop doing drugs, would you?"

"I don't do drugs. What the hell, Jason."

"Then what was last night?"

"Pot's not a drug. It's natural."

"So is opium."

"Ok, so we exposed you to a bit too much last night. I get it. And you're freaking out. Ok. But it's totally normal. And if you would have tried it with us then you'd know that. They sell it in the store to help people so how can it be bad that we use it to feel happy."

"They also give patients who are dying morphine but let me tell you I was not happy for even one second when that stuff was going through me."

"You were on morphine?"

"I was dying. You know how when you were younger and your thigh bones hurt when you hit a growth spurt? Imagine that but a thousand times worse because I had entire chunks of bone that had to grow back into place. Ok. They give medicine to sick people not because it is good for them but to do a specific thing. There's a reason they don't want healthy people taking that stuff."

"So what are you saying?"

"I want you to stop smoking pot. I won't break up with you if you don't but I'm telling you I want you to stop. I sort of feel like people who do that kind of thing are making light of what I had to go through."

"Wow. I didn't know people felt that way about it."

"Now the big question for you. Will you break up with me if I say I'll stop buying that stuff for you?"

"No. You don't think that's why I wanted to go out with you cause it's not."

"Alright, then. There we are."

"My boyfriend wants me to stop smoking pot? Ok."

"Ok, what?"

"I'll stop smoking pot."

"Really? Just like that?"

"I'm not addicted to it or nothing. It doesn't work that way. Just like I can drink a beer and not be an alcoholic. It's fine. No more pot."
"Wow. Ok. That makes me feel a lot better."

She kissed me at the corner of my mouth and then hugged me from the side. "But if you're taking away that fun, you're going to have to replace it with something."

"Like what?"

"I'm not wearing any underwear."

"Do you ever?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She started getting comfortable in my bed but I had to go use the restroom before I was going to be ready to do what I was thinking she wanted to do.

While I was taking a piss, Sally came in and cornered me and started to jump on me for allowing that girl in our house and having her eat our dinner and yada yada yada. I patiently listened and didn't interrupt because I was waiting to lay on her the fact that I was not going to buy pot for them anymore and Becky still wanted to be my girlfriend. So Ha.

As I was standing there getting an earful Lisa came into the bathroom and tried to get Sally off of me. Lisa seemed surprised and actually disappointed that I wasn't defending myself and just letting Sally verbally assault me. It was Lisa's big idea to put Sally and Becky in the same room and have them work out whatever disagreement they had predating my involvement. However, when the two girls were looking at each other neither wanted to say anything other than Becky just telling Sally that she hoped they could be friends.

"I want her gone. It's late. Doesn't she have a homeless shelter to go stay at?" Sally said.

"Don't be like that." I countered.

"It's fine. She's right. It is late. Call me tomorrow." Becky relented. Becky said her goodbyes to the rest of my family and left.

"If you're going to keep dating her, then you're already dead to me." Sally whispered to me.

"Why does it mean that much to you? Just tell me what's wrong and I'll break up with her."

"You don't have the balls to break up with her. You saw she was a pot head and you're still with her."

"She agreed to stop by the way."

"She's not going to stop. She's a fucking liar."

There was no talking to Sally. Whatever this beef was with Becky, it ran deep.

About an hour after Becky left, I heard a tapping on my window. Becky had returned and she was sneaking in.

"Can I stay here tonight? I'll sneak out in the morning so no one catches me here."

Sigh. "You know how Sally is."

"I know but if you don't tell her I'm here it should be ok, right?"

"I guess so."

"I'm working on making things right with my parents so I should be able to move back in soon. Can I just crash here until I can make that happen?"

"Is that going to happen this week?"

"Maybe. And brutal honesty, Martha was going to let me stay at her place but I really want to spend some more time with you."

Now you'd think that I'd want to get some sex in before going to sleep but I was so tired from carrying boxes that I really wasn't up for it. She was happy to just go to sleep after a bit of kissing and that should have been the end of my night. NOPE.

It was something like one of the clock in the morning when I was awakened to find Sally and Becky whisper arguing in my room. Sally was staying stuff like she just knew that Becky was going to pull this kind of bullshit and Becky was saying she was sorry for whatever happened before. There was a lot of Sally pointing and being aggressive. My mind was waking up enough to understand exactly what they were saying but then the arguing abruptly stopped. Sally started crying she was so emotional and Becky tried to hug her. Sally pushed her away at first but then Sally latched onto Becky and forced my girlfriend into a kiss. Becky, instead of pulling back, she went into the kiss and I was spying on my sister and my girlfriend in full make out session with boob and ass grabbing.

I pretended to be asleep as Becky and Sally got comfortable on the floor. They pulled my blanket off of my bed and spread it out. Then they started to do stuff to each other. I was trying to be careful and not get caught. It was hard to see in the dark but they were getting naked and sucking on each other's tits. And then they got more naked and Becky started eating out my sister as Sally tried to keep her moans quiet.

The next thing that happened was Becky squatting her pussy over my sister's face. Becky was upright and so she could see over the top of the bed and she was looking at me. I was pretending to be asleep but I was really trying to watch through narrow slits in my eyelids.

After they had each eaten each other out my sister and Becky were quietly and gently kissing as they laid naked next to each other on the blanket. They whispered things to each other so softly that I couldn't hear and then it sounded like they were getting into it again. And then they started to go down on each other for a second time.

When that happened, I decided that I couldn't really stay like this anymore. I made a sound like I was waking up. Instead of bolting, my sister wrapped my blanket around herself. Of course I knew full well that she was there but I acted like I hadn't seen her as I got out of bed and pretended to stumble my way to the bathroom. After the bathroom I went to the kitchen and got myself a glass of orange juice. I sat on the sofa and turned the tv on and then pretended to fall asleep again with the tv still on.

The house was so quiet as I laid there that I could actually start to make out what Becky and my sister were saying from the start of the hallway.

"He saw us. He must have." Becky said.

"No way. Trust me. I know my brother. If he'd seen us he's be yelling and screaming his head off."

"I know but ..."

"He didn't see us."

They were quiet for a bit and then I heard Sally same something about not wasting the opportunity. They went back to my room and I assumed used my bed to fuck. It was pretty clear what all this must have meant once I thought about it. If something is too good to be true, then it likely is. Just because they mix in some things to make it seem not that good to get you to believe it, doesn't mean it will ever be so.

...

Day 5

Smack. "Get up." my mother said as she slapped me on my upper arm. I opened my eyes to see my father walking with a piece of toast in his hand while going back to his room for an article of clothing he must have forgotten.

"What time is it?" I asked though I had half a mind to call my mom a slut and accuse her of cheating on my dad while he was right there.

"Good morning. It's time for you to explain to me why you're sleeping out here and there's a naked girl in your room."

"None of your damn business."

"Oh, no." my mom said. "Get up. Come on. Get up. Go take a shower."

"I don't want to take a fucking shower."

"Don't talk like that with your father here."

"Talk like what?" my dad said as he came out of the hallway, followed by a now dressed Becky rubbing her eyes.

"Sorry I got busted. I guess I overslept." she said.

"Well, you two love birds hurry up and get ready. I'll drive you to school." my dad offered.

"Honey, maybe I should handle this." my mom suggested.

"I got it. Trust me."

"Jason isn't feeling well."

"He looks fine to me, right slugger. I need to talk with him man to man and since they go to the same school I can drop her off. It works for everyone."

Over my mother's objections and worries my father pushed me to get ready for school and I found myself in his truck with Becky nearly sitting on my lap for us to fit.

"Ok, son. I understand that you're a man now. There was a time when we weren't sure we'd ever get here but you made it. So let me start off by saying I'm not mad at you at all. I understand. Now if it was one of your sisters you can believe it I'd be pissed as hell but even then I wouldn't have much else I could do besides just be mad at them. But with you, I'm not mad. Ok. Let's just start there. Now I don't know how long you two have been seeing each other but it seems a bit fast to my mind to just jump to overnight stays."

"She doesn't have anywhere to go." I accused in my angry voice.

"Hey, relax. I get it. I'm hip. When I was your age I had already been on my own for half a decade with no one to help me and I did a lot worse than you giving up your bed and going to sleep on the sofa. I want to tell you that I think it was a real gentlemanly move to do that instead of just sleeping together and hoping we didn't notice. Now Becky, I'm sure you understand that even though Jason here is a man in the law and all that, we do want to protect him."

"I understand, sir." she answered.

"So, you can call me a hypocrite if you like but with age comes a bit of wisdom that I didn't have when I was younger so I'd like to meet your parents and get this whole relationship thing out in the open."

"My mom and dad aren't really talking to me right now."

"Well, that's a shame but all the same I'd like to give them a call and see if we can't repair this situation. Now, if you'll help me get that done I'll do this for you. Until we can patch things up with your parents and you can go back to your real home; you're welcome to stay with us. Now that does not mean you can sleep in Jason's bed with him. I'm not that progressive, alright. We're going to have to work something out."

"I appreciate that, Mr. B."

"Now Jason, you've been quiet. You ok with all that?"

"I'm not the one you should be asking."

"Then who should I be asking."

"Sally. She's the one who can't keep her emotions in check."

"Let me talk to her. I'm sure we can work it out, blessed be the peacemakers and all that."

Becky and I were dropped off at school about forty minutes before we actually had to be there. She tried to ask me about the previous night, probing to see if I'd seen anything. She was the least of my concerns at that moment. The fucking quiz that I'd spent so much of my fucking time studying for, and even gotten a cheating whore girlfriend for, was now about to happen but I was nearly shaking with rage over ... something.

I went to my desk and opened my books for some last minute cramming but as I tried to read I found all the words started to bleed together and I felt the urge to just take my pencils and start stabbing the damn thing.

"Hey, Jason, are you ok?" Becky asked me after speaking with the teacher for a moment or two.

I looked up at her and my face was turning red and I was doing that angry breathing thing through flared nostrils.

"Are you mad at me about something?"

"What do you think?" I shot back at her. Girlfriend. She actually had the presumption to think she could be my girlfriend. What a dumb bitch. I hated her. I ought to take my chair and beat her dumb ass across the head with it.

"Is this that mood swing thing. Something about school pisses you off."

"No, YOU piss me off."

"Do you need your meds?"

"I need you to shut the fuck up and leave me alone."

She backed off and went to her desk away from me but I saw her looking over in my direction and I felt like I wanted to throw something at her. She used me. She fucking used me. 'Tried being with a girl' she'd said. What a bunch of fucking bullshit. She was a fucking lesbo and she was after my sister, not me. Of course she wouldn't really be after me. All these fucking sluts were only out to see what they could steal from you. None of them cared about me. None of them. They all wanted me dead and out of the way so there'd be more for them. Well guess what ladies, I was here and I wasn't going anywhere so you all could go suck me.

Becky, Martha, and Rachel had a pow wow session in the corner, probably talking about me. Then the teacher came in and started to read the announcements before class began. I wasn't really listening but then the teacher said something that really pushed me over the edge.

"And finally, the quiz for history class has been canceled due to ..."

"WHAT!" I yelled as I jumped to my feet knocking my chair over in the process. "CANCELED! NO! You get the fucking test out here now. I did not study all fucking weekend for a quiz that was going to be canceled."

"Jason, please."

"The one fucking test I could have passed. The one fucking time I actually got ready and prepared you pull this shit. I can't believe it. I mother fucking can't believe it. What a load of motherfucking horse shit." I was pointing my finger at the teacher like a dagger aimed at his heart and I was baring my teeth as I spoke.

"Jason, Mrs. Walker is sick and she went to the hospital. You of all people should understand that. Now get out."

"FINE!"

I knew the drill. This wasn't the first time I'd been kicked out of class. As I went to the office I saw my mother there trying to sign in to come see me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, I knew it."

One of the administrators came out into the main hallway and she was shaking her head. "The bell hasn't even rung yet boy and they already kicked you out."

"I'm not a boy."

"I'm sorry about this." my mom said. "He needs his medicine. Can we borrow a room?"

"You can use the nurse's room. I'll let her know you're coming."

"Do you have anything a bit more private. I need to inject him." my mother said as she pointed to her butt.

The administrator's eyes went a bit wide for a moment but then settled. I resisted going but my mother pulled me along to a sitting room behind the teachers locker room. The door could lock so my mother took that precaution and then started to undress.

"Do not think that you can just come down here and make everything better. That's bullshit. What makes you even think that ..."

"Sh. Don't stress. Mommy's here for you." she said as she got to her knees and started to get my cock out.

"You know what they did? The one fucking time I ..." I was going to continue but damn if my mom wasn't good at sucking cock. Shit, I needed to get my so called girlfriend in here so she could learn a thing or two.

"That feel good honey?"

"It would if you weren't talking."

My mom leaned back from me, lifted herself up onto the sofa by the coffee table and spread herself for me. "Come get it."

I got on top of her and started to fuck her. "I know what you're thinking. You think after I fuck you that I'll just calm down and be a good little boy but fuck that."

"Baby, stop talking and you'll enjoy it more."

"Enjoy this." I said as I slammed into her.

We were going at it for a bit and we started getting sweaty. It didn't help that the room seemed to be cut off from the air conditioning. The full length of my cock was slipping in and out of my mom. She was so wet for me. I hated the fact that she enjoyed this as much as me. Why couldn't she be upset? But oh well.

"Yes, ah, baby. Hum, Mommy's going to , Mommy's going to, cuuuum."

"What? I didn't say you could cum."

She had her legs around me. She had her hands on my back and her nails clawing into me. She was tilting her hips to meet me and I again felt her pussy gush lubricant on me. Well, she wasn't going to leave me hanging. I let my orgasm loose though it wasn't as big as I would have liked. That's it whore. Take my cum. Take it all.

I rested for a moment in the aftermath and my head began to clear. I suddenly gasped and looked down at my mother. "Oh shit."

"There you are."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." she said as she got me into a kiss and she put her tongue all the way in my mouth. "Your girlfriend kind of dropped the ball, didn't she?"

"Don't blame her."

"I'll blame who I want. Now get up. I'm late for work."

Without ceremony, we got off each other and got dressed. I did a lot of apologizing to the administrator when we found her in the office and then I was allowed to go back to class. Though it was interesting when the office lady asked what my new medication was called. My mother just said she couldn't pronounce it.

"Well, I want him taking it BEFORE he gets here from now own if you don't mind."

"I'll see to it."

Then my mom was gone and I skulked back to class and had to apologize again to everyone. I really wanted to go to Becky and tell her I was sorry for what I'd said but I didn't have a chance. They were already in the middle of a lesson. Man, she was probably going to break up with me and I wouldn't be able to blame her.

After the morning lectures I sat by myself in the park across the street from the backside of the school. I usually just ate my sandwich at my desk but I wanted to be alone. I couldn't face everyone being so angry with me. I'd really gone over the line this time and on top of that, though no one knew but me, I had been having violent thoughts. I had actually started to visualize myself doing that stuff.

"Hey, Jason?" Becky said as she snuck up behind me.

"Oh, Hi. Hey, I'm really sorry about before."

"I know. I understand. What happened when you left?"

"My mom came to give me my meds to calm me down. She saw that I hadn't taken them."

"Oh. Well, that's good. So you're ok now?"

"Yeah. And again I'm really sorry for ..."

"Don't worry. I understand."

"The thing is, though, there's a problem."

"What kind of problem."

"Um, I don't really understand it myself but like, you're going to think I'm making this up but, the meds aren't good."

"What do you mean?"

"They ..." I grimaced. "The meds are a kind of drug that feel really good at the time but they're kind of damaging me. I can't keep taking them forever."

"Oh, so they have bad side effects."

"If I keep taking them, something really bad is going to happen to me."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I can't go back to being like I was this morning and I can't keep doing what I'm doing."

"Maybe the doctor can lower the dose or something."

"It doesn't exactly work that way. But there is one thing. You're going to think I'm full of shit but there is one thing."

"What's that?"

"Sex. Um, see, uh, orgasm triggers this natural release of uh, something, and it keeps me normal enough so I don't need to take the meds."

"Are you for real?"

"You know this is dead serious for me. And I'm not saying, you know, I'm not asking for anything. I don't want you to think that I'm only using you as a replacement for ..."

"I'll do it."

"No, really listen. Ok."

"I did and I'll do it. I care about you."

"You hardly know me."

"I know you more than anyone else here. And we've already had sex. And most importantly, I'm your girlfriend."

"Ok. Look, not everyone in my family knows the details of all this. The only people who really know are my doctor and my mom. And since the doctor couldn't prescribe prostitutes, she put me on these meds but ..."

"You won't have to take them if we have sex."

"It has to be like almost everyday."

"Everyday!"

"Yeah. That's probably too much, though, right."

"Well, let's try and maybe if it turns out to be too much then you have your meds as backup. At least then you cut down on them."

"Yeah. Well, even that would be a big help. And I want to say, I care about you, too."

As we held hands and walked back to class I remembered thinking that I needed to date a pornstar who was guaranteed to put out even if it means she was fucking other people. With Becky I sort of got that but I'd never have imagined the other people she'd be fucking would be my sister. For the time being I needed to play dumb. Maybe this relationship could last until I was studied up enough to pass the GED and then get a better job.

We sat down in the classroom and waited for the afternoon lesson to start and Martha came over to me. She didn't say anything, she was just sort of lurking but then she leaned over to me and asked if I was ok. I nodded and apologized again.

"You're kind of scary sometimes. Maybe you need to talk to someone. I'm not saying it as an insult, just to help. Really, talk to someone." Yeah, that didn't make me feel good. I had probably ruined any chance I ever had with her.
In other news, I got fired that day. That was fast. The weekly truck delivery came and I was not strong enough to lift one of the boxes and bring it in. The manager was very kind to me but eventually had to admit it and tell me that I couldn't really do the job. She paid me for the hours I'd put in and then she let me go.

Speaking of money, when I returned home in defeat I discovered that I had received a letter from that publisher my mother had mentioned. That was fast. It said it was an official offer and they were offering me a good chunk of cash for my story. It wasn't enough to make us rich and it wasn't enough to even pay off all the debt that my parents had but it would get them nearly all the way there and that would fix a lot of things in the house.

I kept the letter close to the vest as I helped Lisa clean the house. My sister asked when my girlfriend was going to come by but I had no idea. I was folding laundry when my sister came and sat next to me on the sofa. She picked up a piece of clothing and started to fold it but of course she wasn't silent.

"So, I've been trying to figure something out." she said.

"What's that?"

"What's been up with you?"

"Me. I'm just me."

"No, you're not. And while I do like the new you a lot, I do miss a certain something."

"You actually miss angry asshole me?"

"Hell no. That guy can permanently change his address to the south pole cause he needs to chill the fuck out."

I wasn't going to argue with that though I had no plan to go to the south pole to fix my problem. "Well, I'm chill now. You're welcome."

"But I do miss your looks."

"My looks?"

"You used to have a way of looking at me. Maybe it's trivial but I liked it."

"How did I look at you?"

"I don't know. Like you thought I was something special."

"You are something special."

"But you don't really look at me like that now. I guess it's a small thing."

"I have the good sense to look away."

"What were you thinking? When you looked at me like that, what were you thinking?"

"You don't want to know."

"I bet I already do. I meant to talk to you about it before but it was never a good time. And now you seem to have changed a lot and I can't just leave it hanging out there."

"I've been ok for a few days now."

"But how often are we alone with so many people living here?"

"If you already know then why ask me about it?"

"Don't you think it's something we need to talk about?"

"If you really knew then you'd know that we absolutely don't need to talk about it."

"See, I thought that too at first but then the longer it went on the more comfortable with it I got. But then you went and took a chill pill and got a girlfriend and now where does that leave me?"

"Lisa, if you want a boyfriend you can go get any man you want. Go get a rich doctor who will worship the ground you walk on."

"So how are things going between you and your main squeeze?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Ok, I guess. We don't really have a normal relationship."

"I bet not. I did a little asking around and she isn't really known for having a boy for a boyfriend."

"I know what you're suggesting and I already know. She doesn't know I know but ..."

"Then you know she's just using you for a place to stay."

"No. She's using me but not for that."

"Aren't we the optimist." she answered hinting that I might think she just liked my dick that much.

"Not for that either, by the way, but don't judge it till you've tried it."

"I'm jealous of her. She makes me feel like there's something wrong with how I feel."

"Wait, what?"

"Don't be dense."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Fine, then I'm taking a shower with you tonight."

"Why?"

"Hot water, dummy. You're little live in used up all the hot water this morning washing your filth off of her."

"Hey, we didn't even have sex last night."

"I heard you guys. Hell, Mr. and Mrs. Black probably heard you guys."

Shit! I had to get her off this topic. "Fine, I'll take a shower with you."

"Good." she smiled and then stood up. In that moment I really took a look at what she was wearing, cut off yoga pants with no underwear. "No time like the present. Come on."

"Don't we need to finish this?"

"Let your girlfriend do it. If she's going to stay here, she can learn to help out."

"Well, we better tell her before we ..."

Lisa pulled me by the arm and got me to my feet. She got me to the hallway bathroom and then closed the door. And then we paused.

"Well, go." she demanded.

"I feel like you're going to prank me. And hey, I know I probably deserve it but ..."

"Good lord." she said as she shook her head. She easily got naked since she wasn't wearing much. Of course I'd seen her naked many times recently but there seemed to be something different about her just standing in front of me insisting that I look at her. "Come on. What happened to you? Where'd your balls go?"

"My balls are right here."

"Hiding. What happened to my fearless little brother who looked death itself in the face and said FUCK YOU."

"I thought you said you didn't like that guy."

"Well, maybe he wasn't all bad. Now come on. You're not going to shower in your jeans are you?"

No, I was not but I had to admit it felt strange to get naked in front of her now. I felt inhibited. She'd seen me naked and I'd even taken my cock out and jerked myself while putting my cock right in her face while she was on the toilet just to piss her off. But that was then and this was now and I felt like I wanted to hold onto my modesty even as my naked sister started to remove my clothes for me.

"Aren't you going to cuss me out?"

"Why would I cuss you out?"

"You never needed a reason before. So. Call me a bitch."

"What's gotten into you?"

She pulled my hair and I had to yank her hand away.

"Hey. Ouch. Fuck!" I said.

"Call me a bitch."

"Fine. You're a bitch."

She looked me up and down and then pulled my jeans down. Then she flipped herself around and wen to the shower. "Well the bitch is getting the water started." She tested the initial blast from the shower head. "Oh, look, the bitch is wet."

"You want to tell me what you're trying to accomplish here?"

"Just clean your ass off in the shower, wimp."

"Wimp. Fuck you."

She didn't say anything at first but once we were both in the water stream she came to me and started trying to hurt me. She pinched me and tried to pull my hair again. At first I was just trying to block her but she slapped me in the face really hard and raised her hand to do it again and I had to catch it. Somehow I ended up with each of her wrists in one of my hands and we were struggling.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked.

"What the hell is wrong with YOU? I see you change overnight into this completely different person and I'm not supposed to notice? What did mom do to you?"

"It's a medical thing. You wouldn't understand?"

"Why? Cause I'm stupid?"

"I didn't say that."

As soon as I hedged the insult she started struggling again and she even tried to knee me in the crotch.

"Damn it. STOP!"

DISCLAIMER: THE AUTHOR OF THIS WORK DOES NOT IN ANY WAY ENDORSE VIOLENCE AGAINST ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING FOR ANY REASON. THE AUTHOR WISHES TO SAY THAT VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN IS WRONG. VIOLENCE AGAINST MEN IS WRONG. ALL VIOLENCE IS WRONG ALL THE TIME. JUST BECAUSE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN A STORY BEHAVES IN A CERTAIN WAY OR HAS CERTAIN DESIRES DOES NOT MEAN THAT THOSE BEHAVIORS OR DESIRES ARE SHARED BY THE AUTHOR.

"Make me stop you pussy whipped cuck." When she finished her sentence she spat in my face and something just came over me and I slapped her. "Feel better big man. You hit like a kindergartener."

Why did she have to say that? Why did ...

"What bitch?" I heard myself say as I grabbed her around the throat and forced her head to the corner of the shower. "Huh? How do you like that?"

She tried to say something but nothing was coming out.

While I was choking her with one hand my other forced one of her legs up and her pussy was right there. "You want it, bitch. I'll give it to you."

"Jason, wait." I heard but it was too late. I plowed into her and found that the bitch was indeed wet. "Oh!" she moaned.

"You want to know what I was doing with mom. I was fucking her brains out and now she can't get enough."

Lisa gave into it and started rocking her body along with my motion. She even put her arms around me and started working towards her own orgasm. "You're going to pull out, right?"

"Now who needs to find their balls?"

"I mean it. Pull out, ok?"

"Fuck you, bitch."

As soon as I said that she clenched me close and I felt her hit climax just in time for me to inseminate her. Ah, that was so nice. That was ...

What the hell was I doing?

I got my balance corrected and was able to push away from that wall and away from my sister. I backed to the other wall the short distance that it was and then I braced myself expecting her to attack me. My sister rested against the other wall for a bit and then put her hand between her legs. She felt my cum oozing out of her and then she looked up at me. Without warning she slapped me. "I told you to wait. I told you not to cum inside of me."

"I'm sorry."

"Fucking loser." she said as she turned her back to me. "Hand me the shampoo."

Huh? "Shampoo?"

"Yes, the fucking shampoo or did the cancer take your fucking eyesight."

"It's over by you."

She looked up and said "Oh." She started to do her hair as I washed myself with the soap.

"Hey, sis, I'm sorry. Believe me. I'm really, really ..."

"I know. You're so fucking sorry. All the damn time now, sorry this and sorry that. Why don't you move your sorry ass out of the damn house already so we don't have to look at you."

I deserved that, I knew. I deserved worse. What had I done? I was standing there in a trance with the soap in my hand when my sister turned to face me and snatched it away.

"Next time when I fucking say don't cum inside me, don't fucking cum inside me, idiot. I'm not on the pill. You could have gotten me pregnant, you jerk."

"Next time? What?"

Lisa looked down and then gently came close to me and put her head on my shoulder. She put her arms all the way around my waist and we swayed there for a moment as the hot water started to run out. That was our notice to hurry up and rinse off before it got too cold but before she let me loose my sister kissed me with just lips for about a full half minute.

Neither of us spoke again until we'd finished drying off and getting dressed. As I went to grab the door she got me to pause.

"Did you really have sex with mom?"

I just nodded once and looked away.

"Holy shit, little brother. What the hell is wrong with us?"

"I don't know."

Somehow we both just knew without saying a word that this was going to be a secret.

Well, after all that emotional roller coaster I was exhausted. I took a nap and when I woke up, everyone was there, including Becky. We had dinner all together but even though I'd taken a nap, I nodded off at the table. I was yawning as someone walked me to my room and helped me get into my bed. I couldn't even keep my eyes open. Boom, boom, boom, my heart was going as the soft bed wrapped itself around me and I slumbered.

...

Day 6

"Sh" my mother said. I started to open my eyes and my naked mother was on top of me, kissing me on the neck and trying to get me up.

"What time is it?"

"About 4 so you have to be quiet."

"I think I'll be fine today."

"You'll be fine until right before your first class and then you won't be you anymore."

Actually ... oh. The memory of what I'd done to my sister was coming back to me. Should I tell my mom about that? I could tell her just that I had sex. Maybe I could make her think I had sex with Becky. But I didn't know what Becky was actually doing at that time. Damn.

"What's wrong with it?" my mother asked as she had her hand on my dick.

I didn't need to look or anything. My body was telling me that my dick was soft.

"Come on, Jason. Get it up."

I reached down and tried to stroke myself while I looked at my mom and thought about how sexy she was and how much I wanted to fuck her. I thought about my mom's pussy and how wet it was. I took one of my mom's very nice tits into my mouth and started sucking. But it wasn't working. The best I could get was a half chub.

My mother started to give me a blow job to get it up but as good as she was, that wasn't working either.

"Maybe it's been getting too much action recently."

"I can't take off work again to come see you at school."

"After school I'll come see you at your work. I'll come right away."

"What about your job?"

"I got fired."

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey." she said as she hugged me.

"But I do have really good news I'd like to tell everyone."

"What's that?"

"I got a letter from that publisher you mentioned."

"You did?"

"Yes. And it looks like a pretty good deal. But I'd like to tell everyone when we're all together."

"Ok. So back to the task at hand." my mother said as she put my dick back in her mouth.

"Mom, I think it's a lost cause this morning."

"Aw. And I made a point to wake up extra early and everything. Come on, baby. Try."

She eventually got my dick hard enough for me to stuff it inside of her if I was on top. It was pretty weak sex compared to what we'd been doing before but my mom reached over and played with my balls while I was fucking her and that helped a lot. I wasn't able to get her off and I had a pretty weak orgasm myself but I supposed it counted to keep my anger in check.

"Maybe we better start moving these from the morning to the night before." my mother said as she got dressed and snuck out.

About an hour later it was breakfast time. I had helped my mom get it all ready since I was wide eyed awake at that point. I thought about telling everyone about the letter but I figured it would be better to wait until dinner since my father had no time to really discuss anything. I was also sort of in the mindset to avoid both of my sisters. I didn't know what the sleeping arrangement had been the night before but I was pretty sure I'd been alone in my bed.

As we ate, I sat next to Becky and she wanted to hold my hand so she used her fork with her left hand and was clumsy in how she got her food in her mouth. It was sort of cute. I wondered if she'd had sex with my sister again last night. Then I wondered if I really cared. She smiled at me when I presented her with her lunch box filled with a lunch that I'd made for her myself. I didn't have money to buy her things but I could do this kind of stuff for her to make her think I was still on the hook.

I felt better once I could get out of the house and not have to feel guilty about sleeping with my dad's wife or doing what I'd done to my sister. I supposed it also helped me forget what my girlfriend did with Sally if Sally wasn't around.

It was a very productive day at school. We finally got our history quiz and I aced it. I was actually doing really well all of the sudden and my teacher with the bad breath said she was proud of me and to keep it up.

At lunch, Martha came over to where me and Becky were sitting and offered me cookies. "My mom made them just for you."

"Oh, thank you."

"Why is your mom baking for my boyfriend?" Becky accused.

"What? I told her about his condition and she wanted to do something for him."

"Well she can ..."

"Don't fight." I cut in. I took the cookies and tried one. "These are really good. Tell your mom thanks for me."

"Sure. And she even said that you could come over and have dinner with us some time."

"That sounds nice."

"Well you better put out a plate for me, too." Becky added.

The two girls locked eyes in a kind of staring contest but I interrupted by pulling Becky to sit closer to me and then pulling Martha to my other side and getting her to sit down. "See. Isn't it nice to have such good friends."

After school at the volunteer center, the perky tits lady with no bra answered the phone and then made a face. She came to me and said she'd pay me for a full day's work if I pretended to be her boss and just listened to this guy complain. I agreed and got on the call, trying to sound older than I was. It was about two hours later when I finally got off the call. I went to my boss to tell her what the guy had said but she did not want to know. She paid me cash and then hugged me, pressing her tits into me as she did so.

I got to go home early. This day of the week was the day that no one should have been home yet so I took the initiative to start cleaning what I saw dirty. Sally should have been the first one home from work but when I thought she'd get home she didn't appear. That made me wonder where Becky was. I should probably ask her what her daily schedule was. Or would that be prying too much? I didn't know what the rules of relationships were on that sort of thing but I would like to know what time to expect her at the house if she was going to live here.

Lisa was the first one home and when I told her I had already finished cleaning the house she looked really relieved. We didn't talk about anything. Lisa just went to her room and I opened my books on the dining room table to study up on the next section and review the previous chapters that I'd been in rage mode for when we officially studied it in class.

Now it is a fact of human biology that everyone shits. Since I started relaying this story, on multiple occasions I have taken a shit. Those other times were not worthy of mention or even memory. However, I will mention the shit I took on this day. I felt the urge and I got up to go. I could almost predict that Lisa was going to go into the bathroom to either yell at me or get partially naked while I was on the toilet. However, perhaps I was wrong after our previous encounter. Maybe she hated me so much now that she would leave me alone.

Well, I was wrong about her leaving me alone. I did my usual thing of wiping the seat before I sat down and then I got comfortable. I waited for a moment as the internal things started to do their thing when of course Lisa came in.

"I have to piss."

"Give me a minute."

"I need to piss now."

"You're going to have to wait or go in the shower."

"Gross. I'm not going to piss in the shower."

"Then wait."

Instead of waiting, she got her bottoms off and then approached me.

"Whoa. What are you doing?"

She didn't answer. Instead she put a leg on each side of me and lowered her pussy down.

"Don't move. I'll just piss through the gap."

"What? There's no way that'll work."

"Just don't move."

"Get off of me." I said as I felt her piss start to flow and I was right. There was no way she could correctly aim for the gap between my thighs to hit the toilet water. She was really pissing on me and her piss flowed down to my dick and into the toilet, though a lot of it didn't go in a direct line and ended up going all over the toilet seat and leaking down the side to the floor.

"That is really fucking gross. Was that necessary? Really?"

"Just clean it up."

"You fucking clean it up. Just cause I'm in my right mind does ..."

She stopped me from talking by forcing me into a kiss and then she started to grind her pussy onto my piss covered abdomen. If you're thinking that I probably got hard, you'd be right. Having an erection while you're on the toilet is really nasty since your dick can bump the inside of the toilet bowl and I really didn't want that to happen. I tried to adjust myself and maybe get her off of me cause no matter her kissing, I was not comfortable being covered in piss. Well, she decided to help me with my adjusting. She grabbed my cock and aimed it into herself.
"HMM. That's good." she said.

This particular time having sex was the first time for me to experience a very strange thing. My sister worked my cock until she brought herself to an orgasm and I had not cum yet. I was rock hard and I was almost to the point where I would be close but then when her orgasm was finished, she just left me hanging.

"Hey, wait."

"Finish taking your shit. I'm done with you."

I was left with my mouth hanging open, an erection, and no real desire to shit anymore. But my logical brain was still partially in charge, though I could feel some anger bubbling up. I finished my shit and then I took a fucking shower. While I was in the shower, Lisa came in to clean up her piss from the toilet and the bathroom floor.

"You are the grossest bitch I know." I said as I turned off the water.

"Please. You fuck your own mom."

"You fuck your own brother."

"You let someone piss all over you."

"You let someone with piss on them fuck you."

"Please. That's nothing compared to being the one pissed on."

Oh, did she really think so? Let's test. I got out of the shower. I didn't dry off at all. Sure, I had just taken a shit and with that I usually emptied my bladder as well but when I called on some piss to come out, there was piss to come out. As my sister wiped the floor and double checked I let loose a brief stream of piss onto her ass.

"Hey, what the hell!" she exclaimed as she turned to face me. She was still on her knees and hadn't gotten to her feet. So what did I do. I let some more piss out and I pissed all over her chest. She was frozen in place in shock that I would do that. "You little shit."

"Suck my piss covered dick, bitch." Yeah, I knew it wasn't technically covered in piss, just water from the shower but I was in the moment.

There was a feeling of suspension like a pause in space time. And then her lust hit her and she gobbled my cock. Wow, even my sister was better at giving blow jobs than my girlfriend. With the sex earlier and her skill put together I was finally able to cum for the first time in my life when it wasn't a wet dream or inside of a pussy. I started to fill my sister's mouth with cum but she pulled away and I shot lines of semen all over her face and in her hair. As for the cum in her mouth, she made a point of showing me that she swallowed it.

"Hey, you got piss all over the floor." she said. "Clean it up."

"You clean it up. It's your fault."

"I have to take a shower cause you can't hold it long enough to get to the toilet. I guess we'll have to potty train you again."

"So clean and then take your shower cause you're dreaming if you think I'm cleaning."

I left it at that. I grabbed a towel to dry off and then I walked naked from the bathroom to my room to get dressed. It was funny but I wasn't really angry but I wasn't passive either. I'd feel ok going back into the bathroom, forcing Lisa's head into the piss on the floor while I took her from behind. It appeared that she liked her sex to be raunchy and dirty. Maybe I should start farting around her and see if it turned her on.

I got back to my books and got back into it. I wasn't that far along when Lisa apparently was finished cleaning the bathroom and cleaning herself. She came out with fresh clothes and wet hair and came over and sat next to me.

"Hey." she started.

"Hey is for horses."

She laughed. "Can I ask you a question?"

"I do not guarantee to know the answer. I'm pretty dumb."

"Do you hate me?" she asked.

What an absurd question. What? "No. Why would I hate you?"

"Ok, how do you feel about me?"

"You're my sister. I love you."

"Ok, but just as a sister? Has anything changed?"

"Well, I'm not going to say I love you more cause that would sound like more intense feelings but with everything that happened, I love you in an additional way."

She smiled but it was short lived and then she went back to her questions. "But what do you think about me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know."

"No, I don't. If I did, I wouldn't have asked for a clarification."

"About doing it in the bathroom and all that. Do you judge me?"

I shook my head no. Then I took her hand, held it like a prince would hold the hand of a princess with her fingers down and brought her knuckles and the back of her hand to my lips and I kissed it. She smiled big and then threw her arms around me.

"Thank you." she said.

"For what?"

"I love you, too."

"Ok, ok. Enough."

She got off of me but she was glowing as she looked at me. "Hey, I'm going to call mom and see what she planned for dinner and get started on it. You want to help me?"

"If you have something easy for me to do."

One by one the other members of the family trickled in. Sally was the last to arrive which was unusual for her but I didn't say anything about it. She was still pretending like she didn't like Becky being here but was slowly warming up to her. Was she trying to win an award with that bit of acting?

Now that I had everyone there I let them all know that I lost my job, which Becky and Sally both already seemed to know. But then I dropped the news about the letter from that publisher. I didn't just blurt out how much money they were offering, I just said they were offering money and I wanted to help get the family out of debt.

Well, that started a whole argument. Becky was quiet and just stayed out of it as different family members took sides. In one corner was my father who insisted that the money be used for me and my sisters to go to college or just be kept in savings for the future. On the other side was me saying that the money should be used to get the family out of debt as there was financial aid we could find for college if we could just get our financial house in order. On my dad's side was Lisa who wasn't so much arguing for herself to get the money but saying that I needed an emergency fund in case I got sick again. On my side was my mom who pointed out that if they could just get certain things paid off then my sisters wouldn't need to work anymore and my father could go back to just his main job supported by my mother's one main part time job.

What it basically came down to was a difference in how the family saw itself. My father saw his finances as his own and his kids should each go and create their own destinies walled off from him. My mom saw all of us as one united family unit where we all rose or sank together. As for me, I just didn't want my dad to die of a heart attack from overwork.

"Enough. This is my house so I'm just going to have to decide on this one." my father said.

"This may be your house but it's my money." I countered.

"That does not mean I have to take your money. Now this conversation is over and I have to go to work."

I followed my father to his room and I saw him start to change his shirt. "Dad, please, take this money."

"What kind of a man would I be taking money from my children."

"You take money from the girls."

"NO. No, I do not. How do you figure?"

"Mom takes money from the girls and uses it to buy food and ..."

"That's different."

"No, it's not. Because you don't have to buy food or soap or that kind of stuff is the only reason you're able to make ends meet."

"Look, son. I made my bed. Now I have to sleep in it. Being a man means no regrets. We take our lot in life and we don't complain."

"Dad, you are going to die. You did what you did to keep me a life now let me do the same."

"What are you talking about? I'm fine."

"You're going to nod off while you're driving. Or you're going to have a heart attack. What kind of son would I be to see you like this and not help?"

"A son who's going to go live his life."

"Dad, I want you there to see your grandchildren. I don't think that's too much to ask of you."

My dad sighed and then looked down for a moment. He gathered his strength and then looked up at me. "Well, maybe you have a point but that piece of paper is just a promise. A lot of people make promises and more often than not they just evaporate into nothing. We'll talk again when you actually have the cash."

With that the conversation really did seem over and my father left for work.

Afterwards, everyone in the house seemed to be doing their own thing. Mom was reading in her room, Sally was listening to music on her phone, and Lisa was talking on the phone with someone. Becky and I sat on the sofa to watch tv together. She snuggled up next to me and told me she really thought I was brave for offering to help my family. I didn't know what was brave about it but I had to remember that her vocabulary was rather limited.

She looked around over the back of the sofa and then decided to reach her hand over and start playing with my cock.

"Hey, what about Sally?" I asked. I saw fear flash on her face but then she got it under control.

"What about her?"

"If she sees us doing that out here it'll be one more reason for her to not like you and ask for you to leave."

"Oh. Ha, ha. Right. Let's go to your room."

In my room we started to make out but as you can imagine I wasn't really feeling like I needed sex from her even though I had an erection in her hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked when she started to sense my lack of full enthusiasm.

"Well, my meds sort of affect how often I want it."

"Oh, ok. When do you need me to help you so you won't have to take them?"

"Well, maybe tomorrow?"

"Ok." she smiled.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"You said you were only ever with one guy before me."

"Yes."

"How many girls were you with?"

"Girls?" she answered and then looked down. "Is it ok if I don't answer that?"

"Sure. I just thought since you know I don't judge you or anything that it might be something we could talk about."

"You really want your threesome bad, huh?"

"I haven't forgotten about it, no."

"Ok, I was with five girls. Three of them were just sex. No relationship or anything. One of them was my girlfriend and I had sex with the other three with her at the same time."

"That only makes four."

"The last one was ... what got me kicked out of my house."

"What do you mean?"

"I cheated on my girlfriend with this girl. And I really felt like I was falling in love with her. But then my girlfriend found out about what I was doing. I thought it wouldn't be so bad since she cheated on me and we had that orgy with those other girls. But she was so pissed that she told my parents that I was gay and that's why they kicked me out."

"Becky, if you're gay, what are you doing with me?"

"I like you." she said without any hesitation. Anyone hearing would have felt like she completely meant what she said.

"I like you too." I said and saw her smile. "But what I don't like," I continued and saw her flash fear again; "is feeling like I'm using you."

She did like a laugh sigh thing. "Jason, you're not using me. I want to be here. I want to be with you. I like that you're a gentleman and you're going slow and you want to get to know me. I'm not just what's between my legs to you." She finished by kissing me and I could swear that she was really putting some emotion into it. She was a very good actress.

"Hey, do you remember what me, you and, Martha did at the party?"

"We did something?"

"Well, no. You were pushing me to have sex with Martha. You seemed to really like her flirting with me and touching me. I didn't, just so you know; but for a few minutes there I thought we were all going to have sex in Rachel's living room."

"I'm so stupid when I'm high. Martha was one of the girls. Martha, Rachel, Lesley and I have all had sex with each other. But that is an absolute secret. Ok. Lesley and Rachel have boyfriends so you can't tell anyone."

"I won't."

"And you can't tell anyone that Lesley had sex with Bandito either."

"He's not her boyfriend?"

"No. Her boyfriend is a college guy named Sam. He's studying to be a doctor."

"Ok, lips sealed. But now tell me, what's the thing between you and my sister."

"We have no thing."

"She's pissed at you. Why?"

"It's just some old high school drama. I don't even remember what it was about. I've apologized to her a million times. Hell, I bet she doesn't even remember what it's about."

"She said it was because you smoked pot."

"Well she ... I guess she's entitled to feel that way."

"Did my sister smoke pot? Hey, you're making that face like you're trying to think up a lie. Just tell me. Did my sister smoke pot?"

"She may have."

"So this thing between you and her has something to do with that."

"Maybe."

"Then it's ridiculous to carry it forward. Does she still smoke?"

"I don't know but I don't think so."

"Well, if she's given it up and you've given it up I don't see why you guys can't be friends again."

"You make a good point. Blessed be the peacemakers." she said as she kissed me.

"Hey, I know Sally was supposed to sleep in here with me and you were supposed to share the room with Lisa but how about you and Sally share a room."

"Do you think she'll agree?"

"No harm in asking."

I assumed my little gambit would be a win win for everyone but Sally was determined to stay in character.

"No. Keep your whore away from me. It's bad enough I have to be in the same house as her. I am not sleeping in the same room as her."

"She's said she was sorry for whatever happened. Can't you forgive her?"

"NO! Now beat it."

"That means you'll have to sleep in my room with me. I sleep naked."

"I don't care. I'm not sharing a room with her. She can sleep in my bed but I won't be in the room with her."

Well, I tried. I sort of wished I could just tell her that I knew she was having secret lesbian sex with my girlfriend and that I didn't mind but that would have to wait for another time.

When it was getting to be bed time, Becky went to my sisters' room and Sally came to my room. Before getting into bed my mother came to tell me that she wanted to give me my meds before I went to sleep. I wasn't going to argue in front of Sally so I followed my mom to her room.

Just as soon as the door was locked she started kissing me and rubbing her hands all over me. She pulled me to the bed, undressing as we went, and in no time I was on my back with my dick pointing directly up in the air and my mother sucking on it. I tried to tell my mom that I didn't really need her to take care of me right then but she wasn't listening.

Then we heard a key go into the lock. My mom froze for a moment but then when the door knob started to turn, she jumped off of the bed and started to grab her clothes.

I think my mother was expecting it to be my father but Lisa slipped into the room and was careful not to open the door too much. My sister locked it again once inside and then turned to face us.

"Lisa, that door was locked."

"I have a key mom."

It was funny but I actually remembered when my mother gave her that key. It was back when I was really sick and my mother wanted my sister to be able to get into the master bedroom just in case it was an emergency.

"Lisa, this is not what it looks like."

"I know what you guys are doing. Jason told me."

My mother shot a look at me and I was just shrugging and cringing at the same time. Yeah, I had told her. "Mood swings."

"I don't know what he told you but ..."

"Mom, tell me what you're doing to him."

"Nothing."

"Mom! Tell me! Tell me what you're doing to him to make him a completely different person."

My mother threw her head to the bed and hid her face. That left me but I was silent.

"I mean it." Lisa said. "I'm very serious. One of you had better tell me what the hell is going on, NOW!"

My mother sat back up and composed herself. "This is to help your brother."

"How the hell does this help him?"

"Mood swings." I said.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Your father was going to kick Jason out. You heard him."

"Yeah, and the next day it was like you castrated him."

"He needs me to do this with him to regulate his hormones or he'll go back to that."

"And what's wrong with that. It has to be healthier than this."

"You're wrong." I said.

"How so?"

"You don't know what it's like, Lisa. You have no idea. I can't see straight. I can't look at anyone without thinking that I want to drive a car over them or hit them in the head with a brick. I can't look at a woman without thinking that I want to hurt her or rape her. I can't live like that. I can't think straight. I can't study. I can't work. I can't do anything other than hate everyone and everything. And I don't want to be that way."

"Then you go to a doctor and you get a prescription."

"You know what they prescribe for this? Marijuana. That's what my med license is for."

"A lot of cancer patients smoke pot. That wouldn't be anything to be ashamed of."

"Lisa, honey." my mom jumped in. "That stuff is expensive and we can't afford it. If this helps him for free then ..."

"You can not keep doing this. Besides the fact that that's your son, what about dad? You're cheating on dad, mom. Does he know about this?"

My mother swallowed. "No, and he doesn't have to know."

"Well I think he should if you're going to keep this up. Let's hear what he has to say about it."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to stop."

"What about your brother? You don't care about him?"

"He has a girlfriend now. If sex is what he needs let her give it to him."

"Well, now, has that been working out for you, Jason?" my mom asked me. "Has she even been putting out for you."

"I only had sex with her once and that was before she was my girlfriend. I'm pretty sure she's a closeted lesbian actually."

"See. He needs sex everyday to keep him regulated. So I'm sorry Lisa but I'm going to have to keep doing this with him and I'm going to have to ask you to keep quiet about it."

"Mom, I'm not going to let you go behind dad's back anymore."

"You're going to rip this family apart over something you don't understand."

"Understand this, mom. If sex is what Jason needs then it shouldn't be you who gives it to him. If his girlfriend doesn't want to do it then I'll do it."

"You say that with words but taking action is ..."

"Mom, me and Jason have already fucked more than once. That's what we were doing when he told me about you."

My mom snapped her head to look at me. "You had sex with your sister?"

"Uh ..." I said.

Lisa came closer and put her hand on my shoulder. "That's what we do when we take showers together."

"I knew all that bathroom arguing was going to end bad." my mom said. "I should never have allowed it."

"And dad is never going to allow this." Lisa said back about mom fucking me. "And you know you can't be the only one to take care of him anyway. If he needs it everyday, can you even keep up with that?"

"Well, if I can't, then neither can you."

"Mom, the only way this is going to end, is I take care of him from now on. You can back me up if everyday is too much for me but I'm taking care of him. You need to focus on daddy. Unless you want me to do that too."

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked.

They both turned to me and in unison said, "No."

They faced each other again and my mom relented. "Fine, I'll give you a chance at being his primary care giver but that means you have to be there for him everyday. Can you do that?"

"Of course."

"And you can't have a boyfriend."

"He has a girlfriend."

"Only because he needs sex everyday and just doing it with me would be suspicious."

"Fine. But that means the little booger has to take me out and show me a good time."

"Like a date?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm not just a cum dumpster."

"Lisa! Language. Now that that's all settled, I'll take care of him tonight and you can start your duties tomorrow."
"We already had sex today so he should be fine."

"What time?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. We're not just playing around here. This is a real medical issue. What time?"

"Before everyone else got home."

"That's no good. That time of day is so dangerous. He needs it right before he goes to sleep so he can make it through the whole day."

"Then I'll do him in the morning."

"We tried that but it's not a good time either with everyone getting ready. Now, you've already had sex with him today so I'll take this shift and you can start from tomorrow."

Lisa didn't say anything but it was clear she accepted this. Then she sat on the bed and just watched as my mom got the rest of her clothes off, pushed me down to the bed, and lowered herself onto me. While my mom was fucking me, Lisa laid to my side and then encouraged me to look at her and kiss her.

"Yes, fuck mommy." my mom said as she rode my cock, seeming to not care that Lisa was there anymore.

Lisa had gotten out of most of her clothes. She was putting one of her tits in my face for me to suck on while I reached down to rub her pussy.

My mom kept going and going until she reached her orgasm and even then, she seemed to get a second wind and kept fucking me. "Cum for mommy." she said. "Cum deep inside mommy."

"You're cumming inside of her?" Lisa asked but I wasn't able to answer in that exact moment. I felt my cum empty out into my mom and for some reason it just felt extra good with Lisa in the room watching. "That is so hot." Lisa said. "That is so dirty." She looked like she was going to cum just thinking about it.

As soon as my mother got off of me, Lisa brought her mouth to my cock to taste the cocktail of my cum and my mother's juices on me.

"That's it, baby." my mother said to her. "Suck his cock."

"Oh, I should probably mention that one of you needs to teach Becky cause she needs to learn to do that better."

"I thought you said she was a lesbian." Lisa added.

"Well, that would be why she needs someone to teach her."

Lisa laughed for a moment but then looked down at my cock. "Fuck it. I'm riding this thing."

Then it was my mom's turn to put her tits in my face as my sister bounced on my dick and grinded herself to climax. When she was ready to cum, she laid all the way down on me and started to bite into my shoulder. A layer of sweat began to cover her skin and her face turned red as she had her moment. I wasn't going to cum again but that was ok. I enjoyed pleasing her and I sort of felt like I was helping to make up for how bad I'd been to her before.

After that, my sister just slowly moved on my cock but there was no momentum behind it to reach orgasm. "I love my fucked up nasty little brother."

"I love my nasty big sister."

"Ok, ok. Remember why we have to do this." my mother interrupted. "Now, you two get out and get ready for bed. Lisa, now you promised to take care of him. If he has a relapse and gets in trouble, I'm going to blame you."

We all got dressed and my mom hugged me as we left. When I got back to my room, Sally wasn't there. Then Lisa came to my room and asked if I knew where my girlfriend was. I told her I didn't know but I had an idea. Lisa and I crept up to the bathroom door and listened.

"They're having sex?" Lisa mouth whispered to me.

I nodded. "I told you Becky was a lesbian."

"With Sally?"

I nodded but then put a finger to my lips to let her know it was a secret. "They don't know I know."

"Sally's a lesbian?" Lisa asked.

"Sh." I pulled Lisa away from the door and told her again to act like she didn't know.

I went to bed, though I did wimp out of my threat to sleep naked, and I noted the time on my clock when Sally came and got in bed with me. She probably thought I was asleep already.

...

Day 7

When I woke up in the morning I found Sally snuggled up so close to me that she was halfway on top of me. My morning erection was poking out of my shorts and rubbing up against the under part of the thigh of the leg she had flung over me. Her pussy was flush right up against my hip bone and as I looked over at her I discovered that she wasn't wearing a shirt anymore and one of her tits was resting on my chest. As I began to wake up more my body started to report in to my brain and without looking I had the idea that she might not even have panties on. I raised my head up a bit and sure enough, her ass was bare and exposed.

"Hey, Sally."

"Not now." she said in her sleepy voice.

"Sally, I have to ask you a question."

"What?" She was annoyed that I was trying to wake her.

"Why are you naked?"

"Huh?"

"Where are your clothes?"

She rose up and rubbed her eyes for a second and then those eyes grew wide. She pulled away from me and wrapped the sheet around herself.

"Shut up, pervert." she said.

"What did I do?"

"I wiggle out of my clothes at night. Ok. It's not a big deal. Not like you haven't seen me naked before with you sneaking into the bathroom all the time to get looks at me."

"Hey, when have I ever snuck into the bathroom. Every time I went in there I wanted you to know."

"Look, as long as your little live in tramp lives here and I have to sleep in your room you're going to just have to put up with this cause it's not like I can help it. And you're no better with your thing hanging out. What, you think yours is the only big dick I've ever seen?"

"It's fine. Relax. Sleep naked every night if you want to."

She didn't respond right away but eventually she asked me what time it was. I told her and she seemed surprised.

"That early?"

"Yeah. I better get up and help mom make breakfast. Oh, and I'll talk to Becky about her living situation. We might be able to get her out of the house by the weekend."

"No rush." Sally said. "It felt nice cuddling with you. I slept really good."

"Really well." I corrected. That question was on the GED test I was studying for.

"Lisa never lets me get in bed with her."

"Well, cuddle all you want. I'll sleep naked with you if it'll make you more comfortable."

"No, that's ok. You keep your clothes on."

"Suit yourself. Anyway, I have to get up but you go back to sleep if you like."

The rest of that morning was sort of uneventful. I did make a point of telling Becky that I might need her to help me with my meds that day. I had already roped her in to that service so I had to eventually pull the trigger on it.

School continued to go well. The administrator asked me if I had my meds when I was on the way in. I told her I took them the night before. Then Becky came to my defense and said she had a back up to give me just in case. I was doing well in class and my teachers started to appreciate the questions I was asking.

For lunch, Becky had Martha and Rachel come and sit with us. I kept my mouth shut about lesbian shenanigans but it was on my mind as I watched the girls interact. What was interesting was Martha flirting with me and Becky not being annoyed when I sort of flirted back. I said something stupid like it should be in the constitution that everyone gets to be in a threesome at least once before they die. Of course I guess technically I'd already been in a threesome now that I thought about it.

After school I went to the volunteer center and I had to wait for my boss to tell me what she wanted me to do. She was interviewing someone for a paid job and there were several other applicants waiting outside. I tried to just do what I thought needed to be done. My boss, the lady with the perky tits and no bra, came out of her office and she was as annoyed as I'd ever seen her.

"Good. You're here."

"I'm here."

"Are you in your right mind today or do I need to send you home?"

"I'm ok. My meds are all balanced out."

"Good. Do the rest of the interview with this guy and then see the next two. Just ask the questions on the form and write the answers."

Sounded easy enough. I took the clipboard and started. Boy was I wrong. The person I finished the interview with lied to me. I thanked him for his time and told him we'd be in touch. The next guy also lied to me. He had applied for this job before and the center still had the records. One quick look at his old file and his new file and I could already see that he'd monkeyed with stuff to make himself look better. He'd changed his GPA on his transcript and gave himself an A in a class he'd actually failed. I didn't say anything about it. I just mechanically went through the questions and wrote down his answers. But it did feel like a massive waste of fifteen minutes.

It was a young woman who came into the office next. She asked if I was really the person in charge so I told her she could interview with me or go. "Sorry, I just thought you'd be in a tie and not a tshirt is all." she said. I then attempted to call the next person in. She apologized and said we'd gotten off on the wrong foot. I went through the questions and she was doing well. Then right at the end I caught her in a lie. Why was she unemployed for three months? She said she was just taking some time for herself and now that she was refreshed she was ready to get a job again. I smiled and told her I was going to type her info into the database. What I was doing instead was checking social media. Yep. She'd gotten a job and was bragging about it but then about two weeks later she had tried to delete any mention of it. She'd been fired.

I didn't say anything directly about it but I think she knew she'd been caught in a lie. She changed her demeanor from very professional and eager to just a bit slutty like she was coming on to me. I told her we would definitely be in touch to make her happy but the truth was I knew my boss would never hire anyone who would compete with her for attention.

The last guy was a gay guy from the Philippines. He seemed to know the job and he seemed very professional. Everything looked good. Of the people I'd spoken with he really did seem like the best candidate. Of course it wasn't my decision but if asked I'd probably recommend this guy. Then I did a search for him on social media. Oh, no. He was a nightmare. Company after company told the same story of this guy sweet talking his way in, then complaining about everything. He would sexually harass the male employees all the while claiming he was the one being harassed. He had no intention of actually working. He only wanted to set himself in a position to sue the company after only a short employment period.

"I don't know where you're posting for this job but this has to be the bottom of the barrel." I told my boss.

She took a deep breath and then sighed. "I guess I'll have to hire you."

"Me? Don't you need a bachelors?"

"Do you not want the job?"

"Can I do the job?"

"Any one could do the job. We just post higher requirements to get better quality people."

"Well, that's not working cause these guys were all scum."

"How about this. I'll hire you temporarily for a reduced salary until I can find someone actually qualified."

"Works for me but it can't interfere with school. I have to pass the GED soon."

"I know your school hours. I'll fix it."

Yay, I got another job.

I got home later than usual and my mom was already cooking dinner. I asked where Becky was and Lisa told me she was putting some things in my room. She'd come with a suitcase and a box of her stuff from the last place she'd been crashing.

I went to my door and heard certain kinds of sounds coming from inside. I knew what was going on. I could barge in and bust them but where was the fun in that?

"Hey, Lisa." I called out from just outside my door. "Did I leave my meds in your room?"

"No." she called back. "Why would they be in my room?"

"I'll tell you later."

Ok. That should have been enough time. I opened my door and found Becky wrapped in my sheet.

"Hey, getting warmed up for me?"

"You know it." she said.

I locked the door before coming to the bed. "I really appreciate this." I said as I wondered where Sally was hiding.

"I'm here for you."

I pulled the cover off of her and she was totally naked with her pussy glistening. "You're already so wet. What were you doing in here?"

"Keeping myself busy while I waited for you."

She opened her legs for me and got my clothes off. I pointed my dick right down to her and entered. She moaned but I told her to be quiet. "Sally will kill us if she hears."

I fucked her missionary for a bit but then I got the idea to have her get on top of me. I expected her to face me so I could suck on her tits while she rode me but she turned away again.

As I fucked Becky I heard movement in my closet. Sally must be in there. I almost let my cum loose just knowing that. I wondered if she was naked.

At the end, I told Becky I wasn't going to cum inside of her. Instead I had her get on her knees in front of me and I sprayed cum on her face and down her throat. My cum was on the tongue that licked my sister. That made me feel good.

"I think I'm starting to fall in love with you." I said.

"Me too."

"Alright, we better get decent before we get caught. And again, thanks for helping me with this. Those meds are really hard on my system."

"Anything for my boyfriend."

"OH, before you go, there's one last thing I wanted to say."

"Ok."

"Um, maybe I'm out of line with this and if so just tell me but I figured if you used to like girls there's probably a chance you still do. I don't know how to put this exactly so I apologize if I make a mistake but what I want to say is, you can have a girlfriend if you want. What I mean is, don't think you have to break up with me or keep it a secret if you start seeing a girl on the side. I'll still be your boyfriend. Now a guy is off limits of course but a girl would be ok."

"You're just saying that so you can have your threesome."

"Well, I expect not every lesbian also likes guys and I imagine you might date a girl that won't want me to touch her so no. I mean, if she does want a threesome that would be awesome but I'll go ahead and tell you beforehand that I would not leave you for that girl no matter who it was."

"I know what you want to say and thank you. Right now I just want my boyfriend and I want to be a good girlfriend to my boyfriend. I don't think I could handle two full relationships at one time. And believe me, a relationship between two girls is just as real and just as much work as what we have."

"Ok. I just thought I'd put that out there."

I watched her leave to clean up before dinner and I stayed in my room. I wondered how long Sally would stay hidden. It was sort of fun to fuck with her like that. In the end, I wasn't that cruel. What if she had to use the toilet? I know I often have to piss when I would try to masturbate but couldn't finish.

I left my room and gave her a chance to escape and escape she did, though I did see her leave from down the hallway. Why was this so much fun?

During dinner a courier for a private company came. He had a document that I had to sign for. I opened it at the door before returning to the table. "It's a contract."

"From the publisher?" my dad asked.

I nodded and showed it to him. "I guess I have to read it. Should I hire a lawyer to look it over?"

"No, son. You don't need a lawyer for everything. I'll give it a read and let you know if there's anything funny in it."

"I'd like to read it over as well." my mom said.

After dinner, I was just studying in my room. Lisa came by to schedule my meds but I told her Becky had already taken care of it and that I needed some time to recharge. She accepted that but told me to come home to her as soon as school was finished the next day.

Later, when it was bedtime, Sally came to my room but she didn't get in bed. In fact, now that I thought about it, she'd been quiet all evening. She hadn't said a word to me since I fucked Becky earlier. I took all my clothes off and told her that she was free to sleep naked if she wanted to. She looked at my dick. She was blatantly staring at my dick and then she bolted from the room.

"I can't put up with him." Sally said when Lisa opened the door. "I can't do it. I'll sleep with his bitch and you sleep with the shit head."

"Are you sure."

"Yes, now go. I can't bare to look at him. He just pisses me off so much."

Lisa didn't argue. In fact, she was trying hard not to let a smile crack her face. As soon as Lisa was out and Sally was in the room, Sally shut the door and locked it.

At that point Lisa did smile as she turned to face me. "Looks like it's you and me."

"Can't wait. Me and Sally had agreed to sleep naked. I extend the same offer to you."

"Offer accepted."

So it looked like I was going to be fucking Lisa before bed after all. This was the first time for it to be just me and her in a bed.

"You fucked your little girlfriend in this bed, huh."

"Sally was hiding in the closet."

She got naked without ceremony and then we just went to each others arms. Lisa wanted me to be more aggressive with how I fucked her. She needed me more animated and proactive so I had to get to that mindset. We experimented with several different positions but the one she liked the most was when she was bent over and I took her from behind while pushing her head into the headboard of my bed. After fucking her like that for a while she'd have a pussy fart and she thought those were sexy for some reason.

When I was ready to cum I was actually fucking her missionary. I pulled out and blasted three long strings of semen all over her body. She rubbed her hands in it and spread it all over herself like she was putting on lotion.

"So, I guess, it's shower time." I suggested when I recovered and saw what she'd done.

She pulled me down into a kiss and forced my body onto hers and she got my own stuff on me. "No shower." she said.

"But ..."

"In the morning. Tonight I want to be dirty in your bed for a little longer."

I shrugged. Ok. I could deal with that. Me and my sister slept naked together, letting our skin get sticky and then stuck together.

...

Day 8

"Wake up." I heard my mother say.

"What?"

"Why is everyone in this house naked?"

"You're not naked, yet."

"I knew this would happen. Get up before your father sees you two like this. And go separate Sally and your girlfriend. I swear, it's like I'm living at a nudist beach."

"More like a whore house." I laughed.

"Watch your mouth, young man."

"It's ok, mom. I'm medicated."

It was actually slightly painful to separate from Lisa that morning. It was like pulling off a band aid. After that, we put on some temporary clothes and we went to the bathroom together to shower together and we found Sally already in there using the toilet. Me and Lisa laughed and then got in the shower together.

"Hey, don't use up all the hot water." Sally said.

After our shower, where we didn't have sex, Lisa and I went our separate ways, me back to my room and her back to hers. I found Becky in my room getting some things for herself from her suitcase. I went up behind her and hugged her.

"Good morning." she said.

"It is a very good morning. I feel great. And it's all thanks to you."

"Oh, I wanted to tell you. Rachel was going to have another party at her place. Not as big as before. A smaller one with fewer people. They wanted to know if you wanted to go."

"Sure."

"Now I know you said you didn't want to buy anything for us and I totally respect that. Believe me. But I think if you want your threesome to happen Martha's going to need just a bit of convincing and that might be the thing that does the trick."

"Hm. I'll have to think about it. Do I really want a threesome that bad?"

"It's up t you. I love you either way."

School went better than ok that day. Martha was flirting with me a lot and Rachel said she would really like it if I'd come by that weekend.
Work after school did not go well. It looked like the guy from the Philippines came by and had charmed the perky tits lady into giving him my job. So I was back to being an unpaid volunteer. I tried to warn my boss about the guy's history but my boss said that what had happened somewhere else was not her concern. She officially asked me to give him a chance. Well I did but it didn't take ten minutes for the guy to start making blatant sexual advances towards me. Well I was not going to put up with that for a job where I wasn't even paid. I quit and told my boss that I wouldn't be back until that guy was gone. She tried to talk me out of it but I wasn't hearing her. I left.

So that meant I was the first one home that day. Instead of just launching into cleaning the house I grabbed that contract, signed it, and put it in the return envelope that came with it. I went down to the post office and sent it off. I wondered how long it would take to hear back.

When I got home, Lisa was there cleaning up but stopped when I arrived. We didn't have sex just then as we were saving it for later. Instead we somehow found ourselves in the back yard shooting at each other with old water pistols from when we were kids. Eventually she grabbed the water hose and really sprayed me down so I tackled her and we ended up both covered in water, wet grass, and mud. We were still going at it when we were interrupted by our mother.

The first thing I noticed was the water getting shut off and then I heard my mother yelling "What is going on?"

We got up and went back to the back porch to get scolded. However my mother didn't say anything. She just threw us some towels and told us to go clean up. And so for the second time that day Lisa and I took a shower together. Again, we didn't have sex but we made out in the shower until all the hot water was gone. We smiled at each other and then got out.

"Why can't you be my girlfriend?" I asked.

"I am your girlfriend." Lisa answered.

"No, I mean officially."

"We know what we are so it's official. Why do we need to go by what other people think?"

She made a good point.

The rest of my day seemed routine. The only time everyone was together with my father in the house was dinner. I let everyone know that the job I got was now gone and on top of that I wouldn't be going back to the volunteer center again. My mom had news about something with her work but it interested me so little I couldn't possibly relay what it was.

After dinner I spent some time with Becky. I had to admit she was trying. She was trying to get to know me and talk to me and see what was going on in my head. If I hadn't already known better I'd think she actually liked me and wanted to really be my girlfriend.

"Oh, and I was wondering ... you know that thing I've been helping with. How often exactly were you thinking?"

"Once a day is how it's looking. I should probably go back to see the doctor and get that checked but hey, I feel fine today."

"What about tomorrow?"

"I should probably do something to take care of tomorrow before I go to sleep tonight. Or take care of it in the morning but it might be too late by then."

Becky and I started kissing and I couldn't help but to compare her body with Lisa's. I mean, they both had great bodies. How could I have ever ended up with either of them if I was just a normal guy who had just met them? I knew I was only so far in the zone because of special circumstances. Give a girl a free place to stay, potential access to weed, and access to someone else they want to fuck all rolled into one and it made sense why Becky wanted to be with me. Maybe she was starting to really like me. Or maybe she was just making the best of the situation she was in and decided to have a real relationship with me while still getting all the benefits. As for Lisa, well, usually being a hot girl's brother should disqualify you for dating but me and her were just weird for each other. I can't explain that. On the surface she was leaning into the helping me with the medical thing but underneath that she actually had the weird kinky hots for me.

So anyway, me and Becky were starting to make out and Becky was going to put out I assumed. However, just as I was getting Becky's top off my room was invaded by Sally. She barged in and closed the door behind her.

"Stop." she said. "You two have to stop. I can't allow this."

Becky covered herself but didn't respond. She was waiting to see how this played out. I relaxed on my bed, confident in my position no matter how this ended.

"And why should we stop, exactly?" I asked.

"Because I'm telling you to."

"And I take sex advice from my little sister because ... why?"

"We're supposed to be Christians."

"So the Pope and his two gay boyfriends are having sodomite orgies on the alter in St. Peter's Basilica, then handing out communion with their semen smeared all over it and nobody bats an eye but I just want to have normal heterosexual sex with my girlfriend who might one day be my wife and you give me grief?"

"You don't care about her. You're just using her because you're messed up in the head."

"I told him I'd help." Becky said.

"And why haven't I heard about this new medicine you're on." Sally asked. "It sounds like a bullshit line to get women into bed to me."

"Mom and Lisa both know about it. Go ask them."

"But why don't I know about it?"

"Are you a doctor."

"No but ..."

"Are you going to help me with this?"

"Ew. No. Gross. You're my brother."

"Look, sis, with all due respect, I rest my fucking case. Now you can go or you can stay and watch but as long as my girlfriend is willing I'm going to have sex with her."

"You want me to watch? How dare you?"

I got off of my bed and stood with my hands on my hips. "No, how dare you. How dare you for interrupting me. How dare you for going behind my back. How dare you for lying to me."

"Lie to you? What are you talking about? You're the liar."

"Me the liar. I told both of you very clearly that I didn't mind your relationship."

"Whoa. What relationship?" Becky said.

I looked at Becky with my 'seriously' face. Then I looked back at Sally. "Why are you in here Sally?"

"To stop you."

"Why would you want to stop me? Mom knows what I'm doing in here and she's not trying to stop me."

"Does dad know?"

"I'm sure he does but feel free to tell him if you think it'll make a difference."

"This isn't a brothel." Sally said.

"You know, I'm getting sick and tired of this." I said. "Are the two of you going to honestly tell me that you're not seeing each other behind my back."

"No. Who told you that?" Becky asked.

"My own eyes and my own ears." I answered her and then turned back to Sally. "And now you're in here trying to stop your lover from cheating on you."

"No. You're wrong." Sally said.

"I'm not cheating on you." Becky said.

"You know what, I may not be a simple man but at least with this I expect you guys to not lie to me. Becky if you can't tell me the truth even after I told you that I wouldn't make a big deal out of it, then we have to break up."

"What? No. Wait. What did I do? I haven't said anything."

"I'm not breaking up with you because you had sex with my sister."

"We never had sex." Sally said. "You're crazy."

"I'm breaking up with you because you can't tell me the truth about having sex with my sister." I finished.

"You can't just accuse me of something like that." Becky said.

"I am not gay, just so you know." Sally added.

Sigh. "This is getting boring." I said and then tried to leave the room but Sally was in my way and Becky got off the bed and grabbed my arm so she could pull me to stay.

"Why would you say something like that?" Becky asked me. "Is this a mood swing?"

"I saw the two of you. Lisa saw the two of you. Now look if you want to be with Sally I'm cool with it. You both heard me say it. I don't know why you'd feel like lying to me. I'm not going to tell anybody about it. Sally, I'm ok with you and her. Why can't you be ok with me and her?"

"Because I love her." Sally burst. "You're cool with her dating other people because you don't love her. You want a bisexual girlfriend so you can have a fucking threesome because you don't love her. But I love her and I don't want her fucking you or anyone else."

As soon as she was finished saying it, she pushed past me, put a hand each on Becky's cheeks and kissed her. The momentum of it caused the girls to stagger to the bed and fall. Sally got on top of Becky and it looked like they were going to fuck right in front of me. Well, if that was the case, ok. I'd watch all the while wishing I had some popcorn. But it was not to be. Becky started to object and push Sally off of her.

"No. Wait. Get off. Listen."

The girls separated and were sitting facing each other on the bed. "What? What's wrong? My brother needs to go?"

"No. You need to go Sal."

"But ..."

"He's my boyfriend. You don't have the right to tell me I can't be with him."

"But he's my brother."

"Sal, I love you but I'm not breaking up with him. And if he wants me to tell him the truth then from now on I'm going to do it. Because I want to be a good girlfriend. And if that means you don't love me anymore then I'm going to have to live with that."

My sister looked like she was going to cry but then got to her feet and bolted from the room. I was going to close the door and get back to sexy time with Becky but then Becky got to her feet and ran after her. Boy I was never going to understand all this.

I followed and found Lisa in the hallway with a puzzled look on her face. Apparently the two girls had gone into the bathroom and locked the door.

"What was that about?" Lisa asked.

"I outed them."

"Oh. Went well?"

"They're locked in the bathroom. What do you think?"

"Oh, so Becky's not helping with meds tonight?"

"Not sure. I supposed it was wrong of me to expect that she really would."

"Just break up with her. You've got me."

"That may be the plan I have to go with."

Just then we heard moaning coming from the bathroom. "Three guesses what they're doing." Lisa said.

"I see they made up and I get left out. Wonderful."

Lisa responded by taking my hand and having me follow her to my room. We closed the door and locked it.

...

Day 9 part one

"Sh." I heard my mother say. Before I opened my eyes I felt her lower herself down onto me and her pussy envelope my cock. I rubbed my eyes and found my mom fucking me. "It's ok. Mommy's here to take care of you."

My mother was trying to be stealthy but her movement woke up my naked sister next to me and she was not happy.

"Mom, I already took care of him. Stop. Get off."

"I'm sorry. Mommy needs it. Mommy needs it so bad."

"We had a deal, mom."

"I'm sorry. I have to have it." Then my mother's face turned red, her body tensed, and she lost her balance. She flopped down to the bed on the other side of me while she panted.

"I didn't even cum." I said.

"Yeah, mom. He didn't cum."

"Can you do the rest for me honey? I just need to pause for a second."

"This is un-fucking-believable, mom." Lisa said as she spit in her hand, rubbed her pussy with it and then got on top of me.

"Actually, I feel fine just now." I tried to say but they weren't listening to me. Lisa was fucking me to display ownership over me to my mother. Lisa didn't reach orgasm but she did what she needed to do to get me to cum and she had me shoot my semen up by her asshole.

Well, that was a weird way to wake up. After a bit of washing up, Lisa and I helped mom get breakfast ready in time for our father to get up and get ready for work. Breakfast was pretty quiet but at least my father was jolly. Once he was gone, as Sally didn't have to go to work that day me and her along with Becky sat in my room to have a quick talk.

"Sally and I talked and we agree." Becky said.

"Agree on what?" I asked.

"We're going to tell you the truth." Sally said. "We used to be together and yes, we had sex."

"I already know all that."

"What we want you to know is that, although we have feelings for each other, I'm still your girlfriend. And I am going to help you with your issues and Sally promises to be ok with it so long as you keep her secret." Becky added.

"That she's a lesbian?"

"I am not a ..."

"Crap, sis, it's just a word. How else am I supposed to describe this? You're having sex with a girl. Fine. I won't tell anyone. Happy? You're my sister. I love you. I won't do anything to hurt you, at least not when I can think clearly."

"Well then please make sure you think clearly." Sally said.

"I need a girlfriend for that. And no, that is not a lie. It is a real thing."

Our little meeting seemed to clear the air. We had a way to move forward even it there was still a bit of tension.

So the morning went like normal and I found myself at school with Becky. Once Rachel and Martha arrived, they were all giddy about the coming party that was planned for that night. As they told me about it I quickly started to get an idea of what they were planning. Rachel's boyfriend was going out of town and the other guys were not going to come. I asked if it would just be the three of them and me and they told me no. Lesley would also be coming. I asked about her boyfriend but they laughed. Of course not, according to them. He didn't smoke weed and they wanted to get lit up.

I'll spare you the story of what we learned in class and skip to after school when Becky had Lesley pick us up and we all went over to Rachel's place. Before we were even in the door the pressure was being put on me to go buy some weed. In order to convince me that I should do as they asked I found myself on the sofa in the living room with Martha on her knees in front of me. Becky was at my side kissing me while my Latina crush got her top off and I finally got a look at her smaller, yet somehow more perfect breasts. Becky turned my head to look at her and she kissed me deeply as I felt Martha get my dick out and start to suck me. Was Becky ok with this? She seemed to be. Was this my threesome about to happen? Hell yes. Then, as my eyes were closed in the kiss, I felt an additional presence. I opened my eyes to find both Rachel and Lesley topless and crawling towards me. I was wide eyed as I watched them pass my cock back and forth between them like they were passing a joint. Martha got up and came to my other side and started to kiss me while encouraging me to put my hand on her breast. That encouraged Becky to get topless and this party was looking like it was getting off to a great start.

But it wasn't to be.

I mention this encounter almost in passing because it didn't last long. Mark, who I was told was out of town suddenly called and asked Rachel what alcohol she wanted for the party. Rachel was confused at first but then went along with it and started to just list some things off while she hand signaled to us to get dressed.

Mark soon showed up with a bunch of his friends. There was Brad, not to be confused with Brandon who was also with them, Chad, James, and Steve. All of the sudden the guys outnumbered the girls and Mark brought some weed he had gotten from Stoky so they no longer needed me. I thought Becky was going to want to stay and smoke even though I'd asked her not to but she declined when they offered and actually added that she needed to get me home.

"I'm sorry you didn't get your threesome." she said.

"You tried. I appreciate that."

"If you're feeling like you're going to have blue balls, I'm totally down with still helping tonight."

"Thanks."

"Oh, but don't tell your sister about any of that stuff. She doesn't understand."

"About the weed or the threesome?"

"None of it."

"What do you get from being with my sister?"

"What do you mean?"

"Help me understand it."

"She loves me."

"That's it?"

"I was her first time with a girl and she latched onto me and when she found out I was with someone else she blew up at me and then she tracked down my girlfriend and told her which led to me getting kicked out."

"So she was your side chick and didn't take that news well."

"No. I mean, I do like her. I used to like being friends with her. We used to hang out and I even brought her over to Rachel's for a party a few times when my girlfriend wasn't around."

"So you don't actually want to date my sister."

"She wants to date me and I do like her but she's so possessive and kind of controlling."

"So then why did you want to date me?"

"I told you why. And now I have so many more reasons."

Once we got back to my house we greeted everyone and then I did a discrete sort of check to see if anyone would be bothered if I took Becky to my room to empty my nuts on her. My mother just whispered, "Don't get her pregnant."

I brought Becky to my room and it should have been just the two of us. Becky was asking me how I liked my dick being in Martha's mouth. I told her I really liked it as I pulled her bra off. I thanked her for being such a cool girlfriend that we could do something like that.

Once I had Becky down to just her panties, I decided that I was going to really kiss her and get the chemistry going before we just did it. However, Sally just could not leave us alone. She opened my door and looked at us from the hallway.

"What?" I asked.

She looked like she wanted to say something but then she tried to leave. Then she stopped herself from leaving, turned back to us, and then entered my room.

"Close the door." I commanded.

She seemed annoyed but did as I asked.

"What's wrong?" Becky asked.

Sally tried to say something but then instead she ran to Becky, threw herself in my girlfriend's arms and started crying. "I love you." Sally finally said as she pushed past me and deeply kissed Becky. "Please. I love you."

My reaction to this was to get my dick out and stroke it a bit to get it up to full power. I brought it over to my girlfriend's face and tapped her cheek with it. Becky opened her eyes, saw it, then broke the kiss with Sally and started to suck on me right in front of her.

Sally looked constipated as she backed away but she didn't leave. She watched as Becky sucked my dick and I commanded her to get out of her panties. I reached down and fingered Becky, making sure that Sally got a good show. I was surprised she could remain so quiet.

I turned Becky to face Sally and then I had her bend over. Becky was looking right at Sally as I entered her from behind. Sally inched closer to Becky and kissed her. "I love you." Sally said.

"I love you, too." Becky said with a lusty voice.

"He's my brother. Why my brother?"

"I like him. I really like him."

"Oh, so you love her but only like me?" I interrupted as I pushed as deep into Becky as I could go. Becky moaned but then laughed. "You know I love my boyfriend."

I pulled out of her and I sat leaning against the headboard of the bed and called her over to me. She got on top of me but as was her usual thing, she faced away from me as she lowered her pussy onto me. She turned her head to try and kiss me at the same time and I just had to wonder why she just didn't ride me face to face.

While we were fucking like that my sister came close to us and pulled Becky's face from trying to side kiss me and get a real kiss in. After the kiss, Sally started to suck on Becky's tits and I started to wonder if this counted as a threesome. Maybe for Becky it did but it wouldn't be one for me. That was sort of weird if I thought about it. It was sort of like having a threesome with another guy joining only I was in fact sexually attracted to Sally. She likely wasn't like that though. I mean both me and Lisa being like that was rare enough. Add in my mom giving into the situation and that had to be super rare. If Sally turned out to be that way too, well, the odds were astronomically against it. At least, that's what I figured. I didn't know. I wasn't a scientist or nothing.
While Sally was sucking and licking Becky, my girlfriend tried to turn her body half way to me again so she could kiss me with the side of her mouth. I was really enjoying this, even with my sister there. In fact, my sister helping out seemed to be really turning Becky on and that made the sex I was getting even better. I reached around to squeeze the breast that my sister wasn't sucking on and reach my other hand down to Becky's clit and rub it with my finger.

I wasn't sure what Sally was thinking but she pushed my hand out of the way and brought her tongue to Becky's clit. Becky was enjoying this so much. I think the combination of Sally's tongue on her clit and my dick in her pussy hitting her gspot caused her to have an orgasm that just lasted and lasted. My girl was foaming at the mouth and it felt like she was having a seizure.

We were all so much in the moment that no one could blame us for not noticing right away. Surely Becky would not notice right away. I think it was only like the third time it happened that I noticed. The one who really should have been the one to catch this was Sally and actually she was the one who caused it. I knew my sister's tongue was down there close to my dick but I guess I just trusted her to be against doing anything with me that she'd avoid my dick. But then, I finally became aware of the fact that as Becky was going up and down on my cock, Sally's lips and tongue would lose contact and would graze my shaft. I really didn't notice the first time it happened. Then it happened again but only very briefly and I thought nothing of it. But then I guess Sally just decided to say fuck it and dived in. She went for a better connection between her mouth and Becky's cunt and that meant getting in direct and more permanent contact with the part of my cock that was not all the way in Becky.

"Hey sis? What are you doing? You know that's my dick, right?"

She didn't answer. She just continued what she was doing and she was going faster and faster, sending Becky to orgasm level two. And then a very strange thing happened. My sister's tongue stroked down from Becky's pussy lips to my shaft and she glided it down the center line of my dick to my balls and she started to suck them. What the hell? Not that I was complaining. I mean, I was down with it but I would have never guessed that she was as well. I could literally feel my dick getting larger and harder inside of Becky as my sister did that. That revved Becky up even more and she started up her movement again.

Sally licked her tongue up my dick back to Becky's clit and started to go at it again.

"Oh, I love you guys. I love you both so much." Becky moaned out.

I don't think it was because Becky said that that I started getting close. It was probably just a coincidence. I couldn't hold it. This was just so sexy. I pulled out, which scared Sally for a second, and then I started shooting cum up into the air. Some of it landed on Becky's belly and pubic hair but some of it hit Sally in the face.

"EE!" Sally shrieked.

That was funny but I was too tired just then to laugh. I needed a second to rest and so did Becky as she was motionless on top of me. However, even though I was resting I was still sort of conscious of what Sally was doing. She'd tried to go back to licking Becky and she was slurping up my cum. She only did that for a bit and then she stopped. Then my eyes popped open as I felt Sally put the head of my dick in her mouth and suck for a second. Then she stopped. She pulled back but then recommitted herself to doing it and she started to suck my dick, if only the head. I think she was trying to get my cum in her mouth so she could then transfer that to Becky's cunt cause she then moved from my dick, back to Becky's pussy and started licking again until Becky started to say that she'd had enough and couldn't take anymore.

Sally responded to that by sucking up the cum that was on Becky's belly, getting it into her mouth, and then getting Becky to kiss her so she could deposit my cum onto Becky's tongue.

"You're so nasty." Becky somehow said in the middle of the kiss. "You got your brother's cum in your mouth."

I looked at my sister. There seemed like there was something wrong with her. She looked wild as she seemed to attack Becky with her kissing. She was pulling at her clothes to get them off and force Becky's hands to feel on her. Sally seemed annoyed with every little bit of separation from Becky that happened as she got out of all of her clothes and she threw them across the room.

Becky was getting into the mood anew and started to suck on Sally's tits. My sister's tits were smaller than Becky's but they were just as nice in my opinion. And I should mention that they were both still on top of me. I was giddy and just enjoyed the show. It was sort of cool.

So, I was leaning against the headboard of the bed. Becky was on top of me with her back to me and her front facing Sally. Once Sally was all the way naked, she got on top of Becky, putting her right leg over Becky's left leg and getting her left leg under Becky's right leg. They were doing a sort of halfway sitting up version of scissoring while they were kissing and they were on top of me. Neat. I always wondered how scissoring worked. I mean, you hear about it and you see it in porn but it always seemed like it might not be a real thing. I mean, did women actually enjoy doing that? Well, I knew how I could get these women to enjoy it, or at least one of them.

Now obviously, I had not lost my hard on even after my ejaculation. It took a bit of wiggling but I got my dick pointed up and I got it to go back into Becky. It was sort of scary as I did it cause the head of my dick grazed Sally's pussy for a second as I felt my way around to find the correct pussy.

The thing is, with Sally on top of Becky and the two of them doing what they were doing, Becky was no longer in optimal position for me to get my dick into her. I was only able to get the tip of the head in and after just a bit, it popped out. I then found my dick sort of between the two girls and brushing up against someone's pubic hair which did not feel good.

"Ouch." I let out as I tried to get my hand to reach around and get my cock to move it out of the way. Then I felt my sister's hand reach for it. I hoped she would put me back in Becky but I figured she'd likely just move me out of the way and go back to enjoying my girlfriend for herself. She did neither.

I felt my sister aim my dick at her own pussy and then she froze. She was breathing hard even as she looked past Becky and looked me in the eyes.

"What are you ..." I started to say.

Becky had been kissing Sally on the neck but then even she noticed something was wrong and she looked up.

Sally slowly started to come out of her momentary trance and then all the tension in her face melted away as she pushed herself down onto my cock. Becky surely didn't know exactly what was going on down there as she just kissed Sally on the lips. Sally was too much in her lust to kiss back as she bumped her clit against Becky's pussy and she filled herself with my dick as the same time. She pushed herself all the way down as far as she could go. Damn she was tight. I had not expected that.

"Are you ok?" Becky asked.

In answer, Sally started to move up and then she found a stride. She was moving up and down on my dick while at the same time grinding her pussy against Becky with Becky perhaps not knowing that she was fucking Becky's boyfriend who happened to be her own brother.

For me, this was so damn sexy. You have no idea. I reached around and started to finger Becky as with each thrust Sally pushed my girlfriend more and more out of the way and further up my abdomen. We could not stay that way as it was too uncomfortable for Becky so we slowly fell over to the side. It was then that I think Becky started to suspect something. She took a few deep breathes and then tried to untangle her legs and then she paused.

"What the ...?" Becky tried to look back at me and then she looked forward at Sally. She looked back at me. "You're fucking her?"

"That's not you?"

"NO!"

I shrugged and just kept going. Becky looked like she was getting weirded out by this and she tried to get up. I tried to hold her in place and kiss her but she was able to break free and get up from between us. However, she didn't run. She stared in morbid fascination at my dick going into my sister.

"Holy shit."

With Becky out of the way, I was able to get on top of my sister and fuck her missionary style. Before too long Sally was arching her back under me and I was cumming inside of her. When we were finished I found Becky looking shocked.

I'd have to be careful here. I was very gentle in how I called her over to me as I sat up with my dick still in my sister.

"It's ok."

"She's your sister." she accused in a hushed tone.

"I know. We've never done this before."

"You're blaming me?"

"No. No blame." I said as I reached out for her. She pulled away at first but then came closer to me. She took my hand and I slowly pulled her to me and gently kissed her on the lips. "It's ok." I said again.

Becky nodded and then looked down at my cock in my sister. "You came in her."

I pulled out, exposing some of my white cream at the entrance of my sister. My sister put her hand there to feel it and then she sat up. Sally reached out for Becky and hugged her. The two of them hugged very closely and then Sally got Becky to kiss her.

"I love you." Sally said.

"You know you just had sex with your brother, right?"

Sally sighed. "I know."

There was this feeling in the room like we should be saying something about this but no one wanted to talk. Both women seemed genuinely shocked at this new turn of events and somehow I got the feeling like they were going to accuse me of doing something wrong.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and looked down at my still erect cock. They were going to accuse me. I just knew it. I could feel the tension building in the room. I was expecting it to happen and I started to feel sick to my stomach waiting for them to get around to it.

However, what happened instead was Becky came to me and hugged me. Then Sally came and hugged me from the other side. No one said anything. There was no 'I'm sorry' and no "why did you do that' to be said I guess. We three held each other and silently came to terms with this.

We didn't stay sitting up like that forever. We got more comfortable. My bed wasn't really big enough for three people. It would be difficult for two people to sleep in that bed and not have to be a bit in contact. With three, we basically had to have one person with their back up against the wall under the window and the other two spooning. We all had to lock limbs to made sure the person at the end, who was Sally, didn't fall off.

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Day 9 part two

Knock, knock.

My eyes snapped open as I heard someone at the door.

"Jason, you in there?" I heard my father say.

The girls heard it too and they raised their heads to look back and forth at each other and me. What were we going to do? Would he go away?

Knock, knock.

"You ok in there?" we heard and then my father put a key in the lock.

Suddenly, we three scrambled to do something. I hurled myself at the door and tried to grab the knob.

"I'm ok, dad. Just fine."

"Open the door."

"Give me just a second."

"What are you doing in there?"

The girls were trying to come up with a plan. Sally went for my closet while Becky grabbed my blanket and pulled it on top of herself.

"Nothing. Just taking a nap. I'm a ok."

"Open the door."

"I need to get some pants on. Give me a second."

My father started to count down from ten and I knew that when he got to one I had better get the door open. I grabbed my shorts and put then on with no underwear. Then I opened my door and it was like my father was stepping over me as he came in.

"What were you doing in here?"

"Uh ... sleeping."

"Tell me the truth."

"I was asleep until just now. I had a long day at school and I was tired."

"Give me your headphones."

"Headphones?"

"Yeah, your headphones."

I scratched my head and looked around. "Uh, I'm not sure I remember where I put them."

"Cut the crap son. You got no job. You can't just come home, lock your door, and play video games all day."

"Oh. I was not playing video games."

"And what's that smell?"

"Uh ... Weed."

"WEED!"

"There was a kid at school who has a prescription for it.", which was technically true since I could legally buy it. "The wind blew it my way but I did not smoke it." Also true though that didn't happen at school but Rachel's house some days earlier than today. There was no need to fill him in with needless details, though. "Nope. I'll take a drug test to prove it."

"Son, I know what weed smells like and that's not what this is. What were you doing in here?"

"Dad, I don't know what to tell you other than the truth. I was sleeping cause I was tired. Maybe I farted?"

"Always a smart mouth." he said. "Where's your console?"

"By the tv but it's not plugged in."

My father looked at the tv and then looked back at me. He went to the tv and put his hand on it to feel for heat. I guess he was satisfied. Then he looked around the room and went to the bed. He pulled the covers off and found naked Becky laying there.

"Hi, Mr. B."

Now, believe it or not but my father was actually relieved. He covered his eyes and then turned away as he went to my door, allowing Becky time to get some clothes on.

"Resting, huh?"

"What time is it?" Becky asked.

I looked around for the clock but my father just looked at his watch.

"Yeah, dad, we were sleeping. We were pretty tired."

"Well, in the future, try not to let the time slip away from you like this. You missed dinner and we can't find your sister either."

"Lisa or Sally?"

"Sally. You don't know where she is, do you? She's not answering her phone."

"I'll call some of my friends and see if they know." Becky offered.

"I'd appreciate that." my father said. "Now as far as this situation is concerned, Son, you're going to have to learn to put a tie on your door. I do not have the time to be here to police you guys so just don't make your mother worry. And while I'm officially supposed to be telling you guys not to sleep in the same bed at night; it's not like I'm going to look in on you. Just try not to lock the door. That makes us worry. I know you're a lot better now and we shouldn't worry so much anymore but you were sick for so long I just can't help it."

"We understand, Mr. B. We won't lock the door anymore. We're very sorry to worry you."

"Thank you. I'll leave you two ki ... ahem, adults to get decent. You're mother is waiting to serve you dinner so don't be too long. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks for everything dad."

"No problem."

My father left and closed the door behind him. The tension slowly lightened and then seemed to blow away with the wind. Sally came out of hiding and the three of us hugged. Becky was the first to smile and let out a half hearted laugh.

"So, we're ok?" I asked.

"We're ok." Becky said.

"Very ok." Sally added.

We all got dressed and then Sally snuck out the window. She let herself get busted by our father attempting to sneak around the house to the back door. When he asked her where she'd been, she said she was at a party and lost track of time. Dad let her off with just a warning about answering her phone. Then my dad got in the truck and drove away to go to work.

So, this was weird. Sally, Becky, and I were having a late dinner, all of us with bed head, while Lisa and my mom were looking at us. There were questions in the air but no one was asking.

After eating I went to the living room and started to watch tv. My body felt weird like it somehow knew it was supposed to be getting tired and sleepy but since I'd taken that nap I was wide awake. What to do, what to do? My mom came to sit with me and she did not seem happy at all.

"Are you having sex with your sister?" she accused in a whisper.

"You know I am."

"I'm asking about Sally. Did you have sex with her?"

"Promise not to be mad?"

"You did! How dare you."

"It was more like she was ..." I wasn't able to finish because she pinched me really hard. "Hey!" I tried to pinch her back and somehow I ended up wrestling with my mom. Then from wrestling we ended up with her on her back and me on top of her and she just held me. Her body was telling me that it wanted me. It wanted sex but we were in the middle of the living room and everyone else was still walking around, including Becky. We had to stop. I got off of her and she was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Ok, so I knew what to do.

I left the sofa and went to my parents' room. I laid down on the bed and started looking at what book my mother had on her night stand. It didn't take long for my mom to come and close her door. She almost jogged to get to the bed and then she was on top of me and getting me into a kiss. It looked like I was going to need to have sex with her for more than just my own medical issues. She had her own needs and since she'd been nice enough to take care of me, I could do the same, I supposed. Yes, I know there was still my father to consider and I'm not saying this was a perfect situation but if she needed it to be cool with my other activities then it would be ok for now. I knew this was all going to be temporary anyway.

I ravaged my mom and I think I got her to hit climax twice. Good job me. I didn't even cum. It was just a present for her. I left her unconscious and naked on her bed. I got dressed and headed out. I found my sisters watching a movie together and Becky was on the phone with someone. No one seemed put off or suspicious about what I had just been doing. So what was I going to do now? I can't say why exactly but I decided to go take a walk.

I didn't have a destination. I was just enjoying the cooler night air and the streets devoid of traffic. I walked until I got to the convenience store at the exit of the subdivision. I didn't have much money on me but I went in and looked around. I hoped the place didn't get robbed while I was in there.

After I'd been looking round for a bit and not really being interested in actually buying anything the young guy behind the counter asked if he could help me find something.

"Nah, not really." I answered. "I'm sort of just killing time."

"That's cool but are you actually going to buy anything?"

"Well, not sure."

"Well, look around but if you're not actually going to buy anything we don't provide air conditioning for free, you know."

"Say, are you guys hiring at all?"

"Hiring? Um ... I don't know but I can give you an application. Swipe your phone over the NFC."

"I don't have one. Do you have a paper copy?"

"Oh, maybe somewhere. Let me see."

As he was looking for it I noticed Lisa yank the door open as hard as she could. "Hey, shit head. What are you doing?"

"Applying for a job."

"You can't just walk off like that." Lisa said. Then she put her phone to her ear and someone was already on a call with her. "I found him. Don't worry."

"Sorry, no paper application. Do you have an email address?"

"We were just leaving." Lisa butted in.

"Hold on." I said. Then I turned to the guy. "Sorry, no email. Can you print one out?"

"Uh, no, not here."

I left with my sister but she didn't drive me home. Instead she drove out to a really dark street surrounded by trees that was certainly outside the city limits.

"What are we doing out here?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just can't think of a place to go on a date with you where we wouldn't be in danger of someone knowing we were brother and sister."
"So what if they know we're siblings. That doesn't mean I can't have dinner with you someplace."

"That wasn't the kind of date I had in mind."

"What else do you do on a date?"

"You have a lot to learn. Ok. Just imagine I'm in a bar. Not a nice bar. I'm in a little shit hole that smells like old beer, piss, and cigarettes in a toilet."

"Gross."

"Just listen. Ok. The music sucks. The wooden floors make noise, the bar needs to be wiped down. Maybe people are even just a little afraid of catching something from just sitting down. Just being within ten feet of the front door would be bad for your health."

"That's a date?"

"Yeah. I wear tight jeans and a shirt that literally says, take me home and fuck me. Guy after guy tries to buy me a drink or chat me up but I won't go with any of them. I play pool. I shoot darts. I spit on the floor after taking a swig from my bottle. And then you walk in wearing a leather jacket and some biker boots. No one knows you. You look like a runt. You look around and play cool for a bit. People are wondering who you are and then you try to talk to some girl but she thinks you're just some looser."

"Gee, thanks."

"But then I come over. I push her out of the way. You're the man I've been waiting for and you're all mine. I tell her she's a fool for not taking you when she had the chance. Then I grab you and throw you onto the pool table."

"Um, ouch."

"I lift up my leather skirt."

"I thought you were in jeans?"

"Well, now it's a leather skirt and I move my panties out of the way. You're dick finds its mark and we give the low lives a show. They start cheering us on as I fuck your brains out. At one point you have me bent over the bar itself and people are raising their shot glasses to us fucking and you slamming that big cock of your into me."

"Sounds nice."

"And at the end, when you're ready to cum, I go grab that bitch who rejected you, I force her face to your dick and you just completely cover her in your jizz. Oh, that would just be so hot."

"Yea, well, that would be some date."

"Let's do it."

"Tonight?"

"Here. Right now."

"Lead the way. Which bar you have in mind?"

"No, idiot. You're so fucking stupid sometimes."

"What? Fuck you."

"Call me a bitch."

"You're definitely acting like a bitch."

That's what she needed to hear, I supposed. What she'd meant by right now wasn't to go do her fantasy date but to fuck in the car. She attacked me and started frantically kissing me all over my face, even my eyelids as she got her pants down and then got on top of me. She got my dick out and then started fucking me pelvic bone to pelvic bone. It was almost like she just milked the cum out of me and she gave no thought to letting me pull out either.
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