She made a pouty face, then knee-walked over to where she could perform her task. “Yes, master,” she griped, then leaned in and took him into her mouth.
He swept her hair aside to get a better look at her; she was frowning into her task. He almost ordered her to smile, but decided it was more fun if she didn’t. It kept her who she was. It was authentic.
DJ teased her as she worked, pushing her off and slapping her cheeks with his cock. She frowned, but when he told her to thank him for the compliment, she didn’t waste a second. “Thank you for slapping your slut’s face with your dick, master,” and then leapt back on it.
After being sucked off by Ashley daily for weeks, he was particular about his blowjobs, and Morgan needed some coaching.
“More tongue, Morgan.”
“Variety—damn, you’re a slut, not a robot.”
“If I feel your teeth again I’m going to toss you outside and leave you there for the night.”
“I’m getting close—I want to cum on those tits of yours. And look excited for the opportunity, for crying out loud.”
His step-mother fell back on her haunches, pressing her boobs together with a forced-patient expression as DJ manually worked himself to completion. “Convince me you want it, Morgan.”
She adopted a sultry expression, licking her lips slowly and tweaking her nipples. “Please, master? Please decorate my tits. They’re so hot from when I was sucking your big hard cock and they need a nice spritz to cool me off. Would you do that for me, master? Cum on your slut’s big titties? I can’t wait for—oh yeah, there you go. Mmmm, thank you master, that feels soooo goooood.” She wriggled and fondled herself, gathering blobs from her chest and scooping them to her mouth, grinning as she swallowed it.
His erection never even went down.
“I’m ho—oh what the fuck!” Lauren cried out as she entered the house, greeted by the sight of her step-brother standing over her mom as she slurped up his jizz.
“Uh, hey Laur,” DJ said stupidly.
“You guys know we have bedrooms, right? You know you don’t have to always do this shit in the middle of the fucking living room. Right?” She glared. Morgan squeaked and ran off to her room, then remembered herself and doubled back to the guest room.
“Welcome home,” DJ said. “Dinner should be ready soon.”
“You gonna fuck me now?” Lauren asked, looking at his still-extant erection. From her tone, it wasn’t an invitation.
“Um, I… I guess not, for now.” Damn you, Emily.
“Then you wanna put the monster back in its cage?”
He sheepishly pulled his pants back up as she sat down across the couch from him. “Sorry about that. You weren’t supposed to, ah, know about that.”
“What, I wasn’t supposed to know you were fucking my mom? You kinda made that clear last time you were home,” she laughed.
“You… you don’t seem mad.”
“Well I don’t appreciate you doing it in front of me for fuck’s sake, but otherwise, what do I care?” She lowered her voice, glancing down the hall to watch for her mother’s return. “The old bitch could use a good dicking, not to mention being taken down a peg. Watching her bustle around as your maid last time you were home was fucking hysterical, and she’s been way fucking easier to live with since.”
He blinked. “I thought you two always got along.”
“Just because we weren’t close with you doesn’t mean we were all buddy-buddy with each other, dumb-ass. Yeah, ever since Hurricane DJ roared through… well let’s just say it’s hard to boss someone around who’s seen you begging your master for a dick in the ass.”
“Well… I guess I’m glad to hear it worked out. Things aren’t… weird, between you guys? I mean, you’re not, I dunno, mad at me, are you?”
She scooted herself closer to him until their knees were touching. “Mad? Because of you, I’m captain of the cheerleading squad. That cunt Taylor—you remember her, from the… thing?—she is my fucking bitch now. Having that video to hold over her head… I mean, her reputation is in the toilet because of what a fucking skank she is anyway. Still, rumors come and go, but that video, that would seriously ruin her life.”
“You haven’t released it, have you?”
“No—it’s my leverage. I mean, I’d never release it anyway. Kylee and Evelyn are friends, more or less, and besides, that’d be shitty. Still, she’s hated me forever—she doesn’t think I’m above poisoning a litter of kittens, much less distributing a little porn.”
He breathed a sigh of relief even as a surge of new questions occurred to him. How many pictures, how many videos, had gone public? He remembered way back in the beginning, the pictures of Ashley and Emily on their first night together. But neither girl had minded, right? They’d sworn to him up and down they hadn’t. Was that just them —Ashley with her exhibitionism and Emily with her submissiveness—or was that everyone else, too?
“Besides,” Lauren continued, “even if I wanted to knit-pick little stuff, I don’t think hating you is an option—Jody and Brianne have been so up-your-ass. They were so pissed when you said you weren’t coming back—ugh, I don’t even want to hear them when I tell them you’re here.”
“And you? Last time… I know I was a little hard on you at times.”
“Hey, a little deep-dicking is a small price to pay for social supremacy. A lot of girls I know have done a lot more for a lot less.”
“‘Social supremacy’? Grandiose claim on cheerleading captain.”
“What? Oh gosh, you don’t know. DJ, after that fucking party you threw… you’re a legend at that school now. Nobody’s ever had a night that fucking wild before—you say the word and I could have hundreds of people here in no time.”
He smiled. A legend? He’d been a total wallflower there. Popularity wasn’t important to him, especially—or at least, as an unpopular person he’d managed to convince himself of such—but still, it was flattering.
“Naw. I think a nice quiet weekend is just what the doctor ordered.”
“Suit yourself. Though… I don’t think it’s going to stay all that quiet once Jody and Brianne sniff you out.”
“Just keep it between us for now, OK? I was thinking maybe I’d surprise them later.”
Later wound up coming sooner than he’d thought. Morgan and Lauren’s more or less warm reactions to him had bolstered his confidence. Ruining lives? Hardly. He’d messed with the social order, but where was it written that whats-her-britches (Taylor? Tara? Something like that) was supposed to be teen queen and Lauren Swanson was supposed to play second fiddle? And Morgan, she happily wriggled on his lap and hand-fed him his Thanksgiving dinner, eager to coax him into giving her the fucking she’d been craving.
A few glasses of wine—then a few more—helped him not think about deeper things too. So much so that he had Lauren drop him off at Jody’s house that same evening. Her extended family was over, but DJ didn’t care. He let himself in. Some of her family members were dozing, some watching football, some still picking at the remaining turkey. It was a typical holiday gathering—until he spoke up.
“Is Jody here?” he called out.
“I’m sorry, who are you, young man?” asked a woman he guessed was either her mother or aunt. Beside her stood a woman probably around DJ’s age, maybe a little older, who was probably worth a go as well. He was just about to cop a feel and try out the merchandise when he was interrupted.
“He’s Lauren’s brother DJ, mom,” said Jody, emerging from the kitchen. “Chill. We’re friends.”