Contains: Cheating, Humiliation, Urination, Cuckold, Violence, Cruelty, Betrayal

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ONE

Before my dad passed away, he instilled in me every virtue a man should have. Treat people fairly, don’t hit women, be courteous, kind, and forgiving. Always help those in need, but don’t shy away from conflict – and don’t let others walk over you.

He was 52 the last time I saw him alive, and I had just turned 19. He had been the most important figure in my life, yet even at the end, I simply didn’t have the heart to tell him what our lives had come to.

Over the past year, when I finished High School, I didn’t expect much of my school life to carry over. Sure, my friends stuck with me, some of them, but that was suppose to be all. No more tests, no more homework, no more shitty cafeteria lunches … and no more getting bullied.

“Hey, fuck-boy! Is that you?”

I had been crouched in our back yard, watering my flower garden when I heard the shout behind me. I had ignored the loud engine, and even the blaring music, but when he shouted, I knew who it was. Looking over my shoulder, I found my High School bully sitting in a red Mustang convertible, smiling at me.

Chet had been a nightmare in school. The ways he teased me, attacked me, made up lies about me and ended several of my relationships, It was enough for me to hate his guts. Somehow he had managed to get away with most of it too, never getting caught, having his friends lie for him and create fake alibis. It was just typical highschool drama, and something I never wanted spilling into my normal life.

“Oh shit … does that mean you and Sandy are-”

He put the dots together faster than I did, but as my sister came racing out of the house, my jaw dropped as she jumped into his car and kissed him on the cheek. Throughout school my sister and I had been a year apart, and I never paid much attention to her activities. My parents had even allowed her to start dating, but until now had no idea who she had hooked up with.

“Just ignore my stupid brother,” she said as we stared at each other.

I wasn’t sure how to react, and clearly neither was he. Finally, Chet shook his head in disbelief, smiling and shifting the car into drive. A smirk and a sideways glance was the last I saw before they pulled away, leaving me to consider what my sister had gotten herself into.

I wasn’t aware at the time, but that had been the start of my nightmare. You see, Chet was fucking my sister, that was easy to expect. Each time she left the house to go see him, I knew what would happen, even if no one told me. Chet wasn’t known for being boyfriend material, he was just a handsome jerk that got more pussy than he deserved.

So the longer Sandy dated him, the more of him I began to see. Usually he just waited outside, but on occasion she was still getting ready, so he came knocking. With dad being sick, and my mother otherwise disposed, I was the one who had to answer the door.

“S’up, fuck-boy,” Chet said after looking behind me, checking to make sure no one else would hear him, “I’m here for your little sis.”

Now please understand, not everyone is a fighter. As much as I want to be tall, muscled and handsome, it just isn’t in my genes – and compared to Chet, I looked pathetic. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t eventually get my revenge on the bastard, but that wouldn’t be for a long time.

So as I stood in the doorway, looking up at the man who had arrived to fuck my sister, I quickly lost my nerve and answered, “She’s still getting ready.”

I hated that Chet now knew where I lived. Until then my sister had likely been a passing fling, just another piece of ass he would eventually discard. But Chet was different, his greatest pleasures came from the pain and mental torture he inflicted on others. So for him to learn of my home, meant he would likely stay with my sister for as long as he wanted, just to bring as much grief to me as he could.

Like I said, I’m not a fighter. It’s not like I didn’t tell him to fuck off, I did, but his reaction was always laughter. He knew I had no power over him, and although my parents had yet to meet him, it would only be a matter of time.

To make matters worse, I had never told my parents about Chet when I was in school. My dad was sick, and my mom was stressed enough, so I kept my problems to myself, not wanting to add on.

“You should invite me over for dinner some time, let me meet the family,” Chet said, grinning.

“Fuck off,” I answered, being as bold as I could.

Chet laughed of course, answering, “No thanks, but I will be fucking your little sister some more. I’ll just ask her to invite me over.”

As you might expect, my nightmare was growing worse. True to his word, a week passed before Sandy brought it up, asking mom and dad if her boyfriend could come over Saturday night for dinner. Of course they said yes, and I was helpless to stop it.

Trying to explain to them how bad a person Chet was wouldn’t work. I had no proof, the last bruises he gave me had long since healed, although I expected Sandy might have a few with the way she limped. All I could do was hope to escape, but even that was denied.

“You’re not going to run off with your friends, Francis,” my mother scolded, now finished cooking as we waited on Chet to arrive.

I pouted, and decided to keep my mouth shut the entire evening. It wasn’t easy, but I managed. Naturally Chet became the ideal gentlemen after he arrived, saying yes sir and no sir, complementing the food, clearing the plates, and being a perfect guest as everyone except me fell for it.

By now dad was staying at home, able to move some, but little else. I hated watching Chet talk to him, seeing the lies he told my father, the way dad looked so impressed by him, even complimenting the bastard, and thanking him when Chet said he believed dad would beat the cancer.

“No way your old man is gonna live,” Chet said to me when we were alone, leaving mom and Sandy to wash to the dishes while dad went back to bed, “he’ll be worm food within the year, if that.”

Chet smiled to me after he said it, and for a brief moment that smile turned into fear as my fist struck him in the face. Being much smaller and weaker, the punch shocked more than it hurt, and his smile returned as the girls ran into the room.

“Fuck you, you piece of shit!” I screamed, creating an uproar that unsettled the entire house.

I was grounded for the outburst, confined to my room under my own father’s orders. Had it been mom, I would have just left and stayed with my friends, I was old enough to leave. But it was my dad that punished me, and I simply couldn’t disobey him.

Worse was how everyone apologized to Chet, telling him how sorry they were for my sudden craziness. It seemed so unfair, it was unfair, but the universe doesn’t care for justice or what’s right – and shortly after Chet was leaving, I spied him out my window in the backyard, pissing over my flower garden, and smiling at me as he did it.

****

As the week progressed, Chet dropped by more and more, becoming sickeningly comfortable with my parents. Being confined to my room, I was restricted to listening through my door, often getting livid when my father needed help, and Chet being the one to lend aid.

“I’m so glad Sandy is dating such a sweet young man,” I heard my mother say one night.

“Oh, well thank you ma’am,” he answered, making my stomach twist into a knot.

Some time later I heard my mother ask if he would be kind enough to bring me my dinner. Chet admitted that he wanted to speak with me anyway, and to apologize for whatever bad blood had been between us.

I knew better, but mom swooned over how thoughtful he was, leaving him to serve me dinner. Having heard everything, I unlocked my door ahead of time, simply wanting my food. I had gone all day without a meal, somehow thinking that starving myself would serve as a punishment to my parents.

Chet entered my room without knocking, smiling and carrying a plate of my mother’s lasagna. Closing the door behind him, he stepped closer and smiled even wider, knowing my anger, and how powerless I was to stop him.

“Ready for din-din, fuck-boy?”

My hands became fists, and I had to remember not to grind my teeth. The look on Chet’s face was the one I hated most, the I win again expression he loved to wear. I wasn’t sure what his game was, but as I stood and reached for the plate, he moved it.

“No no, not like that … ask for it nicely.”

My mouth twisted, and I had to stop myself from uttering another fuck you to his face. Taking a breath, I stared unhappily into his green eyes, saying, “Please give me my dinner, Chet.”

“Pretty please, with sugar on top?”

I stayed silent.

“Well if you’re not hungry … “

“Pretty please,” I grumbled, “with sugar on top.”

“Sure, fuck-boy, here you go.”

I watched, less shocked than I thought I’d be, as he worked up a mouthful of saliva before letting it drool from his lips, spitting down over my dinner. Shoving the plate into my hands he gave a chuckle, no doubt amused with how angry I was becoming.

“Easy now,” he whispered, “wouldn’t want to make daddy mad again, right? After all, he won’t be around much longer.”

“I hate you,” I whispered back, knowing I couldn’t strike him.

“Good,” he grinned, “that will make tonight more fun for me.” Chet stood motionless for a moment, waiting to see if I would respond. When I didn’t, he continued. “Your sister’s room is the next one over, right? I’d hate to crawl through the wrong window later and fuck you instead of her … although I bet you both make the same noises.”

With that said, he left, leaving me at a loss for words, and a small plate of Lasagna coated in his spit. I went hungry that night, refusing to eat what he had given me. Much to my horror, Chet did return that night, slightly after midnight.

With my parent’s bedroom on the other side of the house, my father down with medication and my mother likely passed out, I alone listened to Sandy’s window being opened, and the shuffling sounds of Chet climbing into her room.

I won’t lie, I put my ear to the wall. I hated the bastard for everything he had done, and probably would do, but I was a virgin, and hearing real live sex was something I had never experienced before.

With Chet knowing that I’d be listening, and Sandy’s promises that our parents were ‘out cold’, they tried little to keep the volume down. Whether my mother and father ever actually knew was a mystery to me, but I couldn’t escape the sounds.

For hours I listened, hearing them mumble to each other, moaning, her bed rocking and knocking against my wall. I counted how many times Chet made the same long groan, assuming it was his orgasm, it made a total of four times. I’m ashamed to admit that I jerked off to the sounds, but I’m more ashamed that I doubled Chet’s number that night.

Only after they were finished did I stop as well. Tired, hungry and filled with guilt, I listened, then watched as Chet appeared once more in our backyard, stumbling away from Sandy’s window. Once more, before taking his leave, he shuffled back to my flower garden, emptying his full bladder under the moonlight, and smiling towards my window.

****

The routine continued for nearly a month, and quickly grew worse. He continued sneaking over that first week, but after four more nights of sex, It became clear that my parents knew what was happening, or at least my mother did.

“Chet, honey,” I overheard mom say one night as I laid awake in my bed, “I don’t want you sneaking through Sandy’s window anymore, okay?”

I sat up, astonished that mom had somehow caught him in our house. Silently moving to the door, I tried to listen, and could tell that she had stopped him right outside my room, which sat opposite of the hallway bathroom.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Chet answered quietly.

“It’s okay, honey, I know what it’s like to be young. Just come through the front door from now on, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt trying to climb in and out of her window.”

My jaw hit the floor, and I could practically feel the smile radiating from Chet’s stupid, handsome face.

“Of course,” he said, the grin obvious in his voice, “thank you, ma’am.”

“Call me Joyce, hon,” my mother said, “just try to keep the volume down, okay? Francis is just next door, and my husband is trying to rest.”

“I will, thanks, Joyce.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. The nightmare was getting worse, and little did I know just how terrible it would become. Pacing my room, trying not to believe what I had heard, I realized too late that my door was unlocked, and soon I was face to face with Chet again, this time half naked.

“Up late I see,” he said with a grin, keeping his voice low enough that Sandy couldn’t hear through the wall, “have you been enjoying the sounds each night?”

I had, but there was no way I would ever admit it. Luckily he didn’t wait for my answer, and stepped forward, the light from my window giving shape and detail to his chest, abs, and the unfairly sized bulge in his briefs.

“I assume you heard what your mommy told me? No more sneaking around, fuck-boy Francis, I can come and go as I please now.”

Chet continued walking toward me, making me back into my window until there was no escape.

“I think your mom has the hots for me too. You should have seen the way she was staring at my cock.”

I felt breathless, unsure if I should try to punch him or scream for help.

“I’ll admit, I hadn’t much thought about her, but now that I know she wants my dick, I bet she could work it better than your sister.”

Chet was practically chest to chest with me now, looking down as I began to cower.

“What do you think I should do? Wait for your dad to die before I fuck her, or just go for it now, and let the poor faggot listen to us? Hell, I could even make him watch.”

Hearing enough of his bullshit, I went for a punch, but he had come so close that it was nearly impossible to use proper range. Instead, he ended up catching my wrist, and as he pivoted away to give himself room, he returned the punch, socking me in the gut, and knocking the wind straight from my lungs.

“That was for earlier,” he chuckled, keeping me on my feet as I wobbled and struggled to breath, “and this is for what you just did.”

Another hard punch to the gut and I felt the room spin. The pain was enough to make me nauseous, and once my voice returned all I could do was groan. Then the third punch came, and I finally fell to my knees.

“That one was free,” he chuckled, and as I looked up, I caught his hand giving adjustment to the erection in his briefs, the tip already forming a wet spot. “I think that makes us even,” he said softly, crouching and bringing himself to my level.

I hated him even more in the moment. Powerless to fight back, knowing how much freedom he had in my father’s house, and even bullying me in my own room, with no way to stop it.

“You know … I think I’ll try to fuck Joyce before he dies. Your mom looked so horny tonight I’m sure it’ll be easy. In fact, after I’m finished with your sister, maybe I’ll stop by your parents bedroom … get one last quickie before I leave, huh?”

The pain in my stomach had brought tears to my eyes, and that brought a bigger smile to Chet’s face. Standing put his covered cock back in my face, and he gave it a strong squeeze before ruffling my hair and leaving, not speaking another word.

“I’m going to kill you,” I promised as he left, but by then he was gone, and hadn’t heard it.

****

Fortunately, it seemed that Chet’s threat of fucking my mother was only to rattle my cage. Instead things continued at the same pace for the next few weeks, with him stopping by to check in, to fake his interest in helping around the house, and of course to fuck my sister at night.

I continued tending to my flower garden for relaxation, but already Chet’s urine had started making it wilt. It was all I could do to keep the flowers alive, but it felt therapeutic, as if the garden was representing my own life, and the will to keep fighting through the worst.

My friends still came by every few days, checking in on me, seeing how I was doing and how my dad was. I wanted so badly to tell them about Chet, but part of me didn’t want to involve them. The last thing I needed was my friends starting fights, not when my dad was so sick, and slowly getting worse.

In fact, I had started noticing a decline in dad’s health around the same time Chet had been given front door access. It worried me that his presence might be causing dad undue stress, but there was little I could say to make him leave.

By now dad was unable to join dinner, and some nights Chet would join us and take his seat, making small talk while we ate. I hated being around him, so I often excused myself to check on dad, making an unhappy return as they welcomed me back with smiles.

The more time that passed, the more Chet’s “privileges” grew. Mom treated him like family, and welcomed him over whenever he wanted. He ate from our refrigerator without asking, he teased me behind everyone’s back, and was now comfortable enough to kiss Sandy in front of the family. As if things weren’t bad enough, he was about to do something I thought mom would never tolerate.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Chet arrived unannounced. With no regard to my father or his rest, the music from his mustang blared obnoxiously loud as it approached our house, even after parking in our driveway the bastard sat there, letting the music roar for another minute before shutting it off.

I had been watching TV with mom when he arrived, and only after we could hear ourselves again did mom give a nervous laugh, saying, “I guess Chet is here,” as if his rude and unwanted behavior was just a funny quirk.

Without a knock he entered the house, giving a smile and a nod to my mother and I. Expecting someone to speak I stayed quiet, but so did they. An awkward silence grew, until my mother finally asked if he wanted to join us on the couch to watch TV.

For a moment I thought he might, but then Sandy came up the hallway. Oddly, my sister gave all of us a wave, greeting us like strangers in a park. Taking his hand, Chet looked back at us one last time and smiled, following my sister back to her room before closing the door.

I sat, perplexed by what had just happened. Mom seemed reluctant to meet my gaze each time I looked at her, and my mind simply couldn’t believe what I had seen.

Mom and I went several minutes without talking, and ever so often she would lower the TV’s volume just a little more. My stomach quickly felt tight, my head started spinning, and I began to wonder if I was in the twilight zone.

To my expected horror, the sounds of my sister getting fucked began to fill the house, along with the loud accompanying knock of her bed hitting the wall. My mouth was dry, and my cock stirred between my legs as mom and I sat together, listening quietly as they purposely filled our home with the loud sounds of sex.

“Mom,” was all I could say, turning to her and expressing my feelings in a single look.

“I know,” she answered, sighing as she stood up, “I’ll go tell them to quiet down.”

Once more I couldn’t believe my ears. Quiet down? Chet was fucking her daughter in our house, in the middle of the day no less! Wishing I could strangle my dick to stop it from getting hard, I watched mom descend the hallway, stopping at Sandy’s door before lightly knocking on it.

The noise of their sex never stopped, and mom glanced up the hallway and looked at me before knocking again, still with no results. Finally she turned the handle, and I felt my stomach drop as she opened the door, stepping halfway inside.

“Hey,” I could hear her say, followed by a long pause, “ … try to keep it down okay?”

My heart was racing, my head was swimming and my hand was stroking. I started forgetting to breath, staring intently on my mother’s figure hanging halfway into Sandy’s room.

“Your father is very sick,” I heard her complain, and mom’s body leaned further into the room, still holding the door handle.

I could hear mumbling coming from Chet and Sandy, but couldn’t understand it. The knocking sounds hadn’t stopped either, they had only become slower. I was at a complete loss for rational thinking, and my hand moved on it’s own, shamefully stroking myself as I clung to the sight of mom standing halfway into the room, knowing that she was watching them have sex.

Then mom took a step back, still holding the door handle. I swallowed, stopped my hand from moving, and watched as mom looked up the hallway, glancing at me, then stepping forward and into the room, closing the door behind her with an audible click.

My cock nearly exploded, and seconds after mom disappeared into Sandy’s room did the knocking resume it’s loud, rhythmic pace. My mind became drowned with ideas, and my cock drowned itself with pre-cum.

I continued to stare at the door, telling myself that any second now mom would step back out. Sandy’s moans had resumed, just as loud, if not louder than they had been before. Still I waited, watching and begging that mom would come back out, but as seconds turned into minutes, it began to sink in that mom was no longer trying to quiet them.

Leaving the couch, I awkwardly adjusted my erection, heading for my room and possibly a better place to listen. I had never felt more confusing feelings then I did at that moment. I hated Chet, I hated everything about him, but my brain and my cock don’t often work together.

Then, just before I made it to my room, the door handle to Sandy’s room jiggled, slowly turning before the door creaked open, and mom’s face appeared in the foot wide opening. Not speaking, her hand beckoned me over, and I awkwardly fumbled with my erection as I approached.

I could see mom glance at my cock, but she quickly turned her eyes to mine. Being so close to Sandy’s room, the noise that drifted out was far more adult than what I could hear through the walls. The squishing, slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh, my sister’s moans were deeper and breathier, and I could even hear Chet’s grunts and groans.

“Mom-” I began before she interrupted me.

“Honey I need you to do me a favor okay?” she said, not waiting for me to accept, “Go check on your father okay? Can you do that for me? Just for a minute?”

My lips peeled apart as I opened them to speak, my tongue and throat dry as a bone. Mom stared at me, too impatient to wait for my response. I gave a nod, and she closed the door in my face.

“Okay,” I heard my mother say behind the door.

In response, Chet filled the house with a burst of laughter before shouting, “Yeah, fuck-boy! Go check on him!”

My mother began loudly shushing him, even as he continued laughing. However I had stopped paying attention, losing myself in the noise as I quickly freed my cock and released my orgasm, spraying everything across the floor and bedroom door.

So powerful was my climax that the pleasure actually wrecked my state of mind. I had shot so much cum that I even remember wondering if it was all my own, mesmerized by the chunky white lines dripping down my sister’s bedroom door.

It took several minutes for me to recover, and afterwards my legs felt like jelly. Chet hadn’t stopped yet, and the knocking continued like the pounding inside my head. I felt confused, scared, and just wasn’t sure where to go from that point.

Mom was still inside the room, either watching them, or helping them, or doing a thousand other things that I tried to imagine. It was hard to focus on my thoughts, but it was harder to leave the bedroom door. Escaping the noise seemed like the right thing to do, so I began limping away, my cock now aching with an intense, sensitive pleasure that normal masturbation had never brought before.

The further I distanced myself, the more my sanity was restored. Carefully stuffing my dick away and catching my breath, I obeyed mom’s request to check on dad, if only to see how much sound carried into their bedroom.

I found him asleep where he always was, and immediately my heart sank into guilt. Seeing him resting, unaware of what was happening left a sour taste in my mouth. It also left me with conflicting feelings on mom’s behaviour, but I pushed them aside, knowing that she and I would have a serious talk soon enough.

Closing the bedroom door, I listened, and was surprised by just how much sound actually passed through. The knocking was loudest, but even across the house I could still hear Sandy moaning, occasionally cursing in rhythm to the knocks.

Dad has been hearing them have sex for weeks now, I remember thinking. The realization brought sadness, and made me wonder if it was those very sounds that had lead to his declining health; surely it would be damaging for a father to hear his daughter getting fucked.

Mom has been listening too, It dawned on me, helping make sense of why she was so willing to let Chet into our home. The knowledge both sickened and painfully aroused me, now wondering if Chet had actually been visiting my mother each night like he suggested.

Starting to clean around dad’s nightstand, I began to remove an odd amount of garbage that had built up over time. Empty water bottles, wrappers from dad’s favorite candy bar, piles of thick wadded tissues, and most surprising, a dozen half crushed cans of Red Bull energy drinks. I blinked, and felt my hand tremble as I held one of the cans.

“Chet?” my father said weakly, barely opening his eyes as I stood beside him.

“No dad, it’s me, Francis.”

It took all my effort not to start crying, but even as my dad mumbled and fell back asleep the tears came anyway. I didn’t want to believe it, but I knew Chet loved Red Bull, he had practically lived off the stuff in high school. Biting my lip, I looked at the mountain of used tissues, the empty cans beside my father’s bed, and struggled to leave the room without screaming.

Shutting the door behind me, I realized that the knocking sounds had finally stopped, but the door to Sandy’s room remained closed. This was a new low for me, not only did the nightmare look unending now, but it continued to get worse. I tried not to think of how far things might go, but the thoughts came anyway.

I felt sick picturing what Chet might do if my father died, and even worse what my mother and sister might do. The worst part was how my brain started rationalizing their actions, trying to put a positive spin on their motives.

To make matters worse my cock had hardened, creating even more conflict within myself. I wanted to find a weapon at first, a hammer, the chimney poker, a crowbar from the garage, anything I could use to beat Chet’s skull in with. I could feel the anger inside me stronger than ever, and I wanted so desperately to unleash it on him, even if he was busy fucking my mother and sister.

Then came overwhelming fear and arousal. My confidence left me as I pictured Chet wrestling the weapon away, and then using it on my father in the same way I had planned for Chet. Afterwards he would bring my mother and sister to orgasm in the same bed, letting me watch, knowing I wanted to.

I gripped my erection and squeezed my thighs together, wanting to run out of the house screaming. Instead, I went to the kitchen, shaking as I poured myself something to drink and sat down.

I knew something had to be done. I couldn’t allow these things to continue, not only for me, but for dad. Slowly the ideas came, and as I sat sipping my drink and stroking my cock, a plan began to form.

That’s when I heard the door to Sandy’s room open.

TWO

My legs started shaking as I heard voices coming up the hallway. The time between pouring my drink to their exit had only been a few minutes, giving me little time to flesh out my ideas. I had a basic plan formed, but I needed mom alone for it.

Still conflicted and uncertain about what was next, I sat and stroked myself until they came into view. Chet had redressed, but sweat was now seeping through the fabric of his clothes. Mom followed him, her hair looking slightly messed but her clothes were still the same, giving me relief that she hadn’t gotten naked.

The two passed the kitchen without even looking my way, instead heading straight for the front door. It was about this time I heard the bathroom door close, and Sandy start her shower.

“I’ll be back tonight,” Chet said, sounding far less animated, likely tired from fucking my sister.

“Okay,” was all my mother said before closing the door behind him.

Taking a deep breath, I gave my cock a squeeze in the hopes that it would finally go soft, and waited for my mother to join me. Eventually she did, but only after leaving to check on my father.

I didn’t move when she walked into the kitchen, and she was obviously surprised to find me waiting on her. Flushed and ashamed, she moved the hair out of her face before sitting across from me, wondering who would speak.

“I’ll go first,” I said, fighting my desire to masturbate.

“Okay.”

My emotions had flown wildly in the last few minutes, ranging from anger, to sadness, lust and fear. I wanted to be level headed, but it was hard to think when my cock and brain were fighting. Focusing on my plan, I began the questions slowly.

“First,” I sighed, choosing the question that mattered most, “I saw the energy drinks next to dad’s bed … so how long has he been coming to your room?”

I could see the guilt in mom’s face even as she broke eye contact, and my heart ached to see her in pain. There was no winning in this scenario, Chet had already fucked up our family. All I wanted was to keep the pieces together.

“Since you heard us that night in the hallway,” mom answered, making me cringe and look away.

The words caught in my throat as I started to speak again, forcing me to cough before continuing the questions. “How much have you two done?”

I could hear mom’s voice breaking as she tried to speak. “Francis-”

“I need to know,” I demanded, not truly ready for her answer.

She hesitated, refusing to look at me when she it. “Everything.”

I couldn’t keep my hand off my cock any longer, and I leaned forward as I tried to hide the movement. “Why? Can’t you see how terrible he is? Why do you keep doing it?”

Having a small knowledge of psychology, I already knew mom’s true answer even if she didn’t. Shame and sadness were clear on her face, but she lacked a deeper understanding to give me a real answer, so instead she said the only thing that made sense to her.

“It feels good,” she answered, too ashamed to look at me.

The truth was that she had broken under stress, we all had. Having her husband slowly dying in the same bed that she slept was simply too much for her to handle, and in such traumatic moments, those under pressure will often look for an outlet to escape their problems. Some turn to drinking, others to eating or drugs. Mom turned to Chet’s cock, because it was easy to find, and it brought a pleasure she hadn’t felt in years.

“You feel good hurting your son and cheating on your sick husband?”

I died a little inside as I pushed the topic. I didn’t want mom upset, I hated seeing the anguish on her face and the tears on her cheeks. I knew why she had done it, and I truly didn’t blame her. However, if my plan was to work she needed to feel guilty, and to feel bad enough to accept my proposal.

Mom’s bottom lip quivered after my question, and although she didn’t speak I could see the answer waiting to come.

“Say it,” I pushed, causing her sniffle.

“Yes, it feels good.”

Believing she had weakened enough, I moved onto my plan. What came next wasn’t easy to say, but after mom’s admittance I had to follow through, not just for dad, but for all of us.

“It’s okay, mom, I understand.”

She looked up from the table, and I blatantly stroked myself faster, allowing her to see the obvious movements of my arm, showing that I was enjoying it too.

“What can we do, Francis?” she wondered, understanding that we had both fallen into a nightmare.

Her question created the perfect moment to explain my plan, and I did so enthusiastically. “I want dad moved back to the hospital,” I said, focused enough to stop masturbating, “they can take better care of him, he won’t be around Chet, and it will give us some much needed relief.”

Unsure just how much I needed to sell the idea, I threw in one last thing, hoping it would seal the deal. “If we can get him out of the house … you and Chet won’t need to sneak anymore. I won’t say a word, I won’t tell dad, and we can just … let everything run it’s course.”

I watched mom swallow nervously, nodding slowly while she thought about it. I knew she still loved dad, but it was clear that stress had broken her. Finally, she agreed that it was a good idea to send him back to the hospital … only there was a catch I didn’t expect.

“Can … we have one more night together?” she asked, wiping away her tears.

“You and dad?”

“ … all of us.”

I swallowed, and the gears in my head slowed. “I don’t understand.”

“Chet … wants you to watch us.”

My focus vanished as I grabbed my cock again, and suddenly I felt like I was back outside Sandy’s room, listening to their sex. “Me … watching all of you?”

I could see the hesitation before she answered. “Yes … in the bedroom.”

It finally dawned on me that mom meant her bedroom, where dad was currently sleeping. Suddenly I remembered the cans of energy drink beside his bed, and pictured Chet fucking mom right beside him.

“Just one more night,” mom said, practically begging me.

I didn’t know it at the time, but this was one of the biggest choices I would ever make. Determined to remove my father from the house and away from Chet, I felt it was extremely important to have mom on my side, because our combined voice would trump Chet’s.

One final night of sex with Chet in dad’s bed was a horrendously bad idea, only I couldn’t see it at the time because my dick was in the way. I was young, stupid, a virgin and stressed by so many things that it was a miracle I survived it all.

“Okay, mom,” I said, squeezing myself under the table, “one last night.”

****

Before I explain what happened next, I want to remind you that for the past few weeks I had been listening to nearly non-stop sex between Chet and my sister. Almost every night I would lay awake, masturbating as they fucked beside the wall where I laid my head.

It was because of this constant stimulation that I found myself always horny, struggling to fight my erections at the slightly provocation. Chet knew it, my sister knew it, and my mom knew it.

The choice to give them one final night in mom’s bedroom was not only to win her favor, but to let me finally see them together, to add substance to what I had been listening to for nearly a month. Had I known what my choice would lead to, I promise you I would not have made it.

“I can’t believe we’re going to do it with him in the room,” said Sandy, sounding revolted that I would be watching them.

“This is for the best, honey,” mother assured her.

I scolded my sister, feeling an anger rise at how casual she was, “Dad can’t stay in the house like this, don’t you even care what’s going on?”

Sandy rolled her eyes at me and walked away, swaying her hips and wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and panties. Mom had busied herself with getting things ready, and I felt almost sick with anticipation.

It wouldn’t be long before Chet returned, but already I was wondering If I made the right choice, why not just call the police? The answer was because I was alone. Sandy was wrapped around Chet’s finger, or his dick, whichever makes more sense. She was no help to me, and seemed completely unsympathetic to our father.

Mom was getting nearly as bad, although I knew she was stronger, she still wanted to help dad, and that’s why I needed her. Were I to call the police, what could be said? My high school bully is fucking my family over? I had no proof, dad couldn’t answer for himself, my sister would deny it, and mom could go either way. Not to mention Chet’s reputation for shit-talking his way out of trouble.

As long as this was the last night they did it, and we got dad to the hospital afterwards, then at least part of the nightmare would be over, and next I could work on removing Chet.

It was past 7 when I heard the roar of a mustang pull into our driveway. No music this time, but he revved the engine loudly, only to create noise and disturb my father’s rest.

“Chets back,” mom said, trying to hide the glee in her voice.

When he finally came into the house, he used his thumb and pointed over his shoulder, telling mom and Sandy to collect the stuff from the car. Without hesitation my sister went, but mother lingered a moment, looking at me with a sad guilt before obeying him and heading outside.

That left Chet and I alone. Cracking his knuckles, he began walking towards me and smiling, now dressed in clean clothes with his hair styled.

“So it’s all in the open now,” he gloated, stepping closer as I backed away, “I assume Joyce told you everything?”

“Not everything,” I said, fearing another attack.

Chet smiled. “Well good news, I’m more than happy to uh … fill you in.”

I swallowed, unsure what to make of the oddly sexual innuendo. I had never seen Chet display any desire for other men, usually he stole their girlfriends, beat them up or just made their lives worse. That’s when he shoved me into the wall and laughed.

“Speak up, fuck-boy,” he chuckled, clearly happy with how uncomfortable I was, “what do you want to know? If I’ve given your sister anal yet, or maybe had her eat my spunk? How about mommy? What can I tell you to clear things up?”

I didn’t have to answer. His attitude and fun would eventually give out if I didn’t respond, but stupidly I did anyway. “Why are you doing all this?”

Chet bit his bottom lip and closed in on me, pinning me to the wall and holding me in place. “Because of how good it makes me feel,” he grinned, putting a forearm on my throat to shut off my air. “Besides, Joyce and Sandy love it … and you will too.”

With the girls returning he quickly released me, and I gasped for air just as mom watched me fall to my knees. I looked between them, Chet smiled, and mom said nothing, focused on using both hands to carry in a large duffle bag.

I didn’t question the luggage, I had other things to worry about. For a moment Chet’s back was turned to me, and the idea of attacking him crossed my mind. If only I had a knife I could have taken him by surprise … but life isn’t like the movies. As much as I wanted him dead, killing another person without good reason would only create more problems. Sure, Chet would be gone, but I’d likely spend the rest of my life in prison. I hadn’t become that desperate yet, not with the possibility of moving dad to the hospital, and fixing the issues myself.

“Excited for tonight, baby?” Chet asked Sandy as she carried in more luggage.

“So excited,” she answered, struggling to lift whatever was in the bag.

It wasn’t long after his things were brought in that Chet told mom to start preparing. Confused, I realized I had no idea how they would have sex with dad in the same bed. I still wish I didn’t know, but when Chet noticed how uninformed I was, he brought mom over so she could break my heart with the news.

“Tell him, baby,” Chet grinned, standing with his arm around my mother’s shoulder.

Mom looked as uncomfortable as I felt. It was already strange to have a relationship with the young man who was fucking your daughter, but even worse to allow him to abuse your husband and son. But that was our current life, one I hopped to fix.

“Francis,” my mother started, already looking deeply ashamed, “I’ve been drugging your father with his own medication.”

My mouth opened, and I felt a knife sink into my heart. I knew something had been strange with dad sleeping so much, but I expected that was normal from being so sick. Even after learning of Chet and mom having sex in the room, I expected they had been sneaky about it, staying quiet so he wouldn’t wake up.

“Keep going,” Chet said, leaving me to wonder what else I didn’t know.

“We keep giving him sleeping pills so he can’t wake up,” she said softly, “that way we can have as much sex as we want.”

Part of me had to have known, but it still came as a shock just to hear mom confirm it. I could feel a familiar guilty pain return to me, along with sadness and anger.

But it was surprise more than anything when I noticed the bulge in Chet’s pants. He had gotten hard just talking about drugging my father, and within seconds he had taken my mother’s hand and placed it over him.

Mom and I looked into each other’s eyes, we could see the shame in us both, but all the same she began stroking him, rubbing it with her fingers and squeezing it’s girth every few seconds.

“We’re not even feeding him anymore,” Chet laughed, and my mother’s hand sped up even faster, “It’s just more fun that way, right, baby?”

I looked to my mother, and saw nipples poking through her shirt. She was getting just as horny as Chet, even if she was too ashamed to admitting it.

“Yes,” she said, no longer looking at me.

It doesn’t matter, I thought, trying to ignore my own erection, After tonight I’ll get dad out of here, and he’ll be safe in the hospital.

****

As the moment to watch them have sex drew near, I became a nervous wreck. I could hardly stop my legs from shaking, my palms were sweaty, more dry mouth, and yet another shameful hard-on that simply wouldn’t go away.

Feeling sick when Chet told mom to give dad more sleeping pills, I felt even worse when he forced me to watch her do it. The bedroom was dim as we entered, and dad sounded like he was grumbling, probably in pain. Chet grabbed and stood me behind her, letting me watch as she prepared his medication; touching herself as she did so, and feeding it to her unsuspecting and barely conscious husband.

As dad swallowed the pills I could see just how weak he had become. He looked thinner, his face was gaunt and he could barely move. Understanding just how bad they were treating him filled me with anger. I clenched my jaw, balled my fists and took a breath, reminding myself that tomorrow he would be leaving this madness.

“He doesn’t look good does he?” Chet said, standing directly behind me. When I didn’t answer, he leaned closer, almost whispering into my ear. “Will you miss him when he’s gone? Or will you celebrate with us?”

I could see that mom’s demeanor had changed from the moment we entered the bedroom. The guilt and sadness on her face had been replaced with a wild and crazed look, and as we stood in the dimly lit bedroom, she grinned at me.

“I’ll celebrate when you’re gone,” I told Chet, turning around to face him.

“We’ll see about that, fuck-boy,” he sneered back, melting my courage.

When they decided to wait on dad’s medication to kick in, we returned to the living room, giving me a moment to rebuild myself. Chet sat on the couch with my mother and sister on either side of him, massaging their breasts with his arms draped over their shoulders.

“You know what, Francine?” Chet said to me, turning and smiling as I stood awkwardly to the side, “You should really start trying to please me.”

I stayed quiet, not wanting to play his game.

“Changes are coming,” he foretold, “and you should be working hard to make me … happy … just like your mom and sister.”

Scoffing, I crossed my arms and smirked at him. “So not only are you a dick, you like them too?”

He smiled back. “Careful who you call names, Francine, or you’ll end up between my legs with a mouth full.”

“Yeah right,” was the only response I could think of.

“Would you rather see your daddy do it?”

I uncrossed my arms and gave him a stern look. “Shut up.”

“He probably can’t suck it too well, but I could always just fuck his mouth.”

Sandy gave a laugh, and my anger nearly exploded. “I said shut up, asshole!”

“Make me, Fuck-boy,” he grinned, finding my mother and sister’s nipples before pinching and pulling on them, causing the girls to squeal, “you don’t seem to understand who’s running the show now … but I’ll be happy to educate you if you want.”

The girls turned to me and watched, waiting to see what I would say or do. I looked between them all, Sandy and Chet smiling, and my mother looking softly concerned. Swallowing my anger, I chose to stay quiet, lowering my head pathetically and looking away.

“Come over here,” Chet ordered.

“No,” I said faster than my brain wanted.

Looking back at him, I could see a seriousness in his face. But I stood my ground, telling myself that I wouldn’t let him walk over me, just like dad had always taught me.

“You’re going to end up serving me anyway, Fuck-boy,” Chet promised, “but if you don’t come over here right now and take your punishment, then I’ll just punish your father instead … and I’ll make it so much worse for him.”

A knot formed in my stomach, and for a moment I thought of calling his bluff. Coming to my senses, I knew Chet wasn’t lying, his enjoyment from the suffering of others was real, and I couldn’t live with myself If I put dad through more of it.

Slowly walking over, I waited to see what Chet had planned. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as I expected, only humiliating.

“Hands and knees, now. Be our footrest, fuck-boy … Daddy needs to kick his feet up.”

I hesitated, but with a nod from mom I sunk to my knees in front of them, hating Sandy’s smile as much as Chet’s. Mother smiled too, and it hurt me.

Chet’s feet were laid across the middle of my back as he stretched out, Sandy’s were on my lower hips, and mom’s were resting on my neck. It wasn’t very hard to do, but after a few minutes my body started to ache, and a slow pain crept into my muscles.

“Oh, and if you didn’t catch that, Francine, you and your sister will be calling me Daddy from now on, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Sandy answered happily.

I stayed quiet, tilting my head and looking up at my mother.

“It’s okay, honey,” she said, talking down to me while her feet pressed into my neck, “It will just make everything easier, okay?”

“Yes,” is all I said, determined to never give up my fight.

One of Chet’s feet pulled off my back, and with a shock of electricity I felt his foot press against my cock from underneath. My body wobbled and I nearly collapsed from the stimulation, shaking as his toes began to stroke my length. It was such a shock that I had started breathing in gasps, shuddering and fighting to keep myself balanced.

“What was that, Fuck-boy?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, finally crumpling to the floor when his foot was removed.

“Good,” Chet chuckled, standing from the couch and pressing a foot into my back, pinning me to the floor as he stretched, “I think it’s been long enough now … let’s go have some fun.”

****

Lead into the bedroom, the time had finally come. My nerves returned rattled as everyone but me started undressing, and I became painfully uncomfortable as I saw my mother and sister’s nude bodies for the first time.

Sandy was 18, one year younger than I and entirely pristine, just like the girls online. Her small perky breast had nipples that almost pointed upwards, and I quickly noticed how she had completely shaven between her legs, revealing a soft pink mound and thigh gap that Chet had enjoyed for weeks.

Mom was older and weighed more, but it only added to her curves. Heavier chest, wider waist and a thick bottom, It was startling how attractive I found her. Unfortunately that sudden attachment would soon feel like daggers when Chet had his fun. Mom had also shaven her pussy, and I started wondering just how much control he had over them. My answer was mere minutes away.

“Okay, girls,” Chet said, finally stripping down to only his underwear, “let’s be sure to give fuck-boy a good show.”

Pulling a chair from the corner of the room, I was sat at the foot of the bed, giving me an overview of everything they were doing. Chet had moved and stood beside my father on the left side of the bed, my mother and sister patiently waiting behind him.

“Now, although we do this ritual several times a week, this is the first time fuck-boy will see it- so we really need to enjoy ourselves, and make it memorable, right, girls?”

“Yes, Daddy,” they both answered, and I started feeling sick.

Apart from breathing, dad had become completely motionless, sleeping on his back with the blanket up to his neck. I felt a whirlwind of emotions as Chet leered over him, smirking at him, and then at me. What was I doing? Why was I allowing this?

“Now I expect little fuck-boy over there-” Chet said, pointing at me, “won’t like what we do to his daddy.”

What does he mean? I thought, feeling a rush of fear. They’re just supposed to have sex beside him, not bother him!

“If he gets any smart ideas-” Chet said, now threatening me, “like trying to stop us, save his daddy, call the police, or do anything besides playing with his little dick … I’m going to beat his ass just like I did in highschool, and I’m going to do it right in front of mommy and daddy.”

I swallowed and shivered, hating the way they all stared at me.

“If I do have to beat his ass … I expect you girls to cheer me on, okay?”

“Yes, of course, Daddy!” My sister said happily, sneering at me as she leaned over to kiss Chet, right beside her real father.

I looked to mom, hoping, expecting a look of comfort. Instead she only bit her lip, looking ashamed again before answering, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Understand, fuck-boy?”

“Yeah,” I answered. But when Chet raised his eyebrows and cupped an ear toward me, I swallowed and forced myself to give the reply he wanted. “Yes … Daddy.”

“Good,” he grinned, giving my sister a painfully hot slap on the ass, creating a loud smack that left a red print on her cheek.

I stared, transfixed as my bully removed his underwear, and proudly wagged his cock at me, as if to display what he had been using to rail my mom and sister with. I won’t lie, I was jealous of the size. It was twice as long as mine, and thick enough that my sister’s small fingers only served to make it look even bigger.

Chet enjoyed seeing how uncomfortable I was, and for a minute he stood in place, facing me, letting me watch as my sister jerked his length until a pearl of precum formed at it’s tip, finally spilling over and drooling to the floor.

Mom seemed hesitant to join him, and I assumed she wasn’t ready to show her son just how corrupted Chet had made her. Only when he waved her over did she join, and then she stood opposite of Sandy, now both giving him a handjob. Getting their movements in sync, I was amazed that both their hands still didn’t cover his entire length; amazed, and jealous.

I also want to admit my guilt, because although this event was entirely fucked up, and was about to become far, far worse- I was watching the real life equivalent of a porno, and my cock was harder than steel, even if it was Chet and my family.

“So what first, girls? How about you polish my knob, I know how much you two love doing that.”

Turning his back to me, I watched, horrified as Chet crawled onto the bed, and seated himself on my dad’s chest, spreading his legs to make room for the girls.

My own chest felt tight as he bounced to position himself, giving no thought to my father’s unconscious body underneath. Turning himself to face the bed’s edge, the girls crowded over, only needing to lean in order to reach his standing erection.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, and in a moment of panic I stood from my chair, crossing the room and standing behind my mother. The girls stopped at once, looking back at me as Chet glared angrily, waiting to see what I would do.

Almost to upset me further, Chet seemed uncomfortable as he tried to balance on my father’s chest, using his hands for stability and pressing them wherever he liked. With his left hand on Sandy’s head, his right put pressure on the side of dad’s face, crushing him into the pillow. I felt heartbroken just watching, knowing that mom had done this before, and knew just how much to drug him so he wouldn’t wake up.

“Oh,” Chet grinned after seeing I wasn’t a threat, “fuck-boy just wanted a better view.”

Sandy and mom quickly ignored me, and as I looked over their heads I could see Chet’s cock between them. Their mouths licked, kissed, salivated and moaned over him, and the whole time Chet’s gaze was focused only on me.

He smiled, that same winners smile that he enjoyed giving. He was watching my reactions, seeing how it bothered me, how it upset me. I knew he wanted to see me cry, to lose hope, to enjoy watching my life crumble around me as he reached orgasm. He purposely re-adjusted his hand position several times, continually smushing my father’s face into the pillow, and never once looking away from me.

“Upset?” he finally asked, causing the girls to momentarily look up, until they realized he was talking to me, and they quickly went back down.

I swallowed, hoping my voice didn’t crack. “No,” I lied.

“Well don’t worry … this is only the start.”

I jumped, taken completely by surprise when he backhanded my father’s face. The slap wasn’t hard, not hard enough to leave a mark, but loud enough that I lurched forward, making him smile, and making the girls look up again.

“What’s wrong?” Chet asked, making a tight fist with his hand and very gently tapping it against my father’s cheek, “did something you see make you mad?”

I tried looking to mother for help, and for a second I thought she might look back at me, but instead her mouth lowered to Chet’s cock, and she moaned.

“Please don’t do that … ” I said, trying to find whatever words Chet wanted to hear, “ … Daddy.”

His smile grew ever larger, as if happy by my progress. Shockingly what I said worked, and he pushed the girls off before removing himself from the bed, and my father. Backing up as he came forward, I shamefully gave my cock a few more strokes through the fabric, causing his smile to become a smirk, squinting his eyes while the side of his mouth lifted.

“Okay then … what next? I think my cock is nice and clean now … what else can you girl’s clean?”

I could tell that Chet was setting them up for the answer he wanted, I just didn’t expect the answer.

“Your butthole!” My sister shouted gleefully, “We can clean your butthole next, Daddy!”

“Good idea, pumpkin!” Chet laughed, patting my sister on the head as she remained by his side. “We just need a fun place to do that … where or where could that be … “

For a moment I caught mom looking at me, but she quickly dropped her gaze. Unsure what to expect, I wasn’t completely surprised when Chet moved back to the bed, climbing over it again. However, I was surprised when he threw back my father’s bedsheets, grabbing him by the ankles and pulling him until he was horizontal on the bed.

“Stop!” I shouted, concerned as I watched my father’s limp body get pushed into position.

“Shut up, fuck-boy,” Chet growled, now standing on the bed, and over my father with both feet placed on opposite sides of his head, depressing the mattress below, “just rub yourself, and enjoy the show, loser.”

Once more my mouth had gone dry, and I began to fidget as Chet carefully lowered himself over my father’s chest, only now the position was different, and his balls were literally sitting on my dad’s chin.

“Ugh,” he grunted, steadying himself, “ this is the tricky part … but every time we do it … it’s worth it.”

With the girls joining him, I could hardly believe my eyes as they helped him shuffle back. On all fours over dad’s body, Chet had taken a 69 position over him, with his cock drooling over him. The girls got into position behind him, and with Chet’s ass right over my father’s face, the girls began kissing and licking at it.

Only now was I glad mom drugged him, sickened to think of how he might feel if he woke up, finding Chet’s asshole in his face, and his wife and daughter fighting over who could get their tongue inside it first.

“Really get in there, girls,” Chet laughed, struggling to stay balanced over my father’s torso, “show that dying loser who you really love! And don’t be afraid to tell him!”

I wanted to kill myself the more I stroked my cock, but with my mind starting to slip from what I was seeing, and my dick sending me mixed signals, I knew It wouldn’t be long before I took my pants off.

“Sorry, old man,” my sister sneered, looking down at her own father’s face, “I have a new daddy, and I love him so much more than you!”

My stomach jerked and I lurched forward, squeezing my cock as hard as I could just as Sandy spit into our father’s unconscious face. I became completely paralyzed, utterly and inconceivably stunned by what she did. Chet’s laughter followed, and he praised my sister for her actions. I could almost feel the moral and righteous gears of my mind grind to a halt, and for a moment I couldn’t think, I couldn’t blink and I couldn’t breath. Such a corrupt act carried out by my own sister made my head spin, but however shocking It was, it was what mom did next that truly left me speechless.

“Your turn, baby,” Chet told my mother, feeling Sandy’s lips return to his ass, “let your poor sick husband know how you really feel … and make sure fuck-boy can hear you say it, he needs to know too.”

Turning away from the wet, sloppy ass crack, I could see mom’s tongue withdraw from Chet’s hole, leaving a long white string of saliva as she pulled away. Wiping her mouth, Sandy’s tongue returned to Chet’s sphincter as mom began staring at me, a mixture of guilt and excitement in her expression.

I shook my head, silently begging her not to belittle or betray my father. Mom’s response was to reach between her legs, fingering herself as the guilt left her face, leaving only a wild, excited smile that made me shiver.

Reaching for dad, she grabbed him over the mouth, squeezing his cheeks and shaking his unresponsive head. Lowering herself, she gave me one last sinful look before getting face to face with her husband, and then let her true feelings be known.

“Why aren’t you fucking dead yet?!” she practically shouted, making me feel like someone had just punched me in the stomach. “Just die already! No one wants you here anymore!”

My jaw dropped, and mom smiled at me before I heard Chet’s cruel laughter. I couldn’t believe what mom was saying, not her, not to her husband. She’s just caught up in the moment I told myself, She’s just horny, that’s all, tomorrow it will pass.

“I have a new man now,” mom growled, fingering herself faster, “and I love him more than I ever loved you! He’s young, he’s handsome, and I’m going to give him everything you spent your life working for!” Then mom spit in dad’s face, twice.

“Mom,” I whimpered, still squeezing my cock like an idiot as I stepped closer, “no.”

“You heard her, fuck-boy!” Chet laughed, finally sitting up again and turning around, still using my father’s chest for his seat. Stroking his cock over my father’s face, his pre-cum dripped and swung down, leaving long shiny strings across dad’s nose, lips and closed eyes.

“No,” I repeated, “you can’t-”

“Can’t? I own you, fuck-boy … I own your father, your mother, your sister your house and all your money! The only thing I can’t do is wait much longer for your old man to die! The sooner the better! Right girls?”

“Yes, Daddy!” they both answered.

I started to feel like I was drowning. My head was swimming, I swayed, blinking and trying to focus on my plan. The sound in my ears had become muffled, as if someone had placed headphones over them. Through the dulled sounds I watched Sandy bite her lip, wiggling excitedly as she raised her middle finger and pushed it into our father’s face, squealing with laughter as Chet rewarded her by nibbling at her neck and ear.

Mom was focused on Chet as well, looking jealous that Sandy was currently receiving his attention. Using her free hand, she began tugging at his cock, causing even more pre-cum to drip and drool onto her husband’s face.

From the depths of my dismay I felt my cock pulsing, throbbing in rhythm to my heart beat. Of all the things I wanted, It wasn’t to glean pleasure from what Chet had done to my family. Even scarier was the idea of how much worse it could still become if I didn’t get dad out.

The sound slowly faded back to my ears as the girls giggled and laughed, now using Chet’s unfairly large cock to slap my father’s face. I stood, like a deer in headlights, watching as they belittled the man who raised me.

“What do you think, girls? Bury him? Or cremate him?”

“He’s not even dead yet!” I blurted, stopping the laughter.

When everyone turned to me I could see the hate in their eyes, angry that I spoiled their moment of fun. Even mom looked angry, her cheek now rubbing against Chet’s hip as her hand slowed on his cock.

“No,” Chet agreed, “not yet … but it won’t be much longer.”

It was then that I finally mustered my courage, feeling a strength swell from my chest as I decided enough was enough. “That’s it! No more! Get off my dad! You’ve had your fun, now leave him alone! We’re having him moved back to the hospital tomorrow, so you can just forget all your fantasies!”

I felt a moment of happiness as Chet’s expression went from smug to surprise. That moment only lasted a few seconds however, because after everything I had planned, my talks with mom, the hopes of returning dad to the hospital and saving him from the nightmare, all of it was about to come crashing down around me.

“Move him back to the hospital?” Chet said, stunned and confused, “… fuck-boy … your daddy isn’t going anywhere.” I could feel the tip of a knife press into my heart, and the more Chet spoke, the deeper it sank. “Wait … did you really think I would allow you to send him back?”

“M-Mom said-”

“I own your mom, fuck-boy! She does what I tell her! Joyce, did you tell him your husband could go back to the hospital?”

“Yes, Daddy,” my mother answered, looking ashamed that she had done something to upset Chet.

“Did you really intend to help him?”

“No, Daddy, never! I would never send my husband back to the hospital, not after all the fun we’ve had with him!”

Chet’s look of worry changed back to relief, and he smiled at me. “Okay then,” he chuckled, “that clears it up. Mommy was just lying to you, fuck-boy … she was never going to help.”

“Mom!” I shouted, feeling a pain in my throat as tears began forming in my eyes.

“Sorry, fuck-boy,” my own mother said to me, “I only asked you for one more night because I knew Chet was coming back to live with us … I couldn’t have you moving your father away before then … he needs to die here at home … where we can watch.”

I tried to speak, but my throat had almost closed from the pain. Chet leaned forward, quickly spotting my tears and smiling. The look of euphoria in his eyes sickened me, and he shuffled off the bed, stepping over to me with cock in hand.

“Is that why you’ve been letting us do this? You’ve been thinking I was going to let him go?”

I couldn’t let Chet see me cry, the sick fuck didn’t deserve more pleasure. But what he said next broke me, and as it did, his face lit up with happiness, overjoyed to witness my soul being crushed.

“Your daddy is going to die in this bed, Francis … no one can save him now … and when he finally passes away-” Chet came closer, getting right in my face, smiling as tears rolled down my cheeks, “I’m going to fuck your mother, and your sister … right over his corpse.”

I could feel something break inside me. Like a dam that held back all my emotions, fears and sadness, his words finally broke through it, and I burst into sobbing, slowly dropping to my knees and wailing as they all looked down at me.

I can’t say what they did as I cried, because I never saw it. I had just lost all hope of saving my father, and continued to cry for an unknown amount of time, never once looking up to see what they were doing. I could no longer hear their laughter, their voices or what they were saying, I simply sunk deeper into my anguish, begging myself that I was just in a bad dream. Unfortunately … the dream was far from over.

When Chet grabbed a handful of my hair, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. I wasn’t sure if he had been masturbating to my despair the entire time, or if he had taken turns with my mother and sister, but as my head was pulled up, his cock erupted across my face, spraying me with surprisingly warm strings of sperm, covering my eyes, nose, mouth and hair.

Roaring as he unloaded, the girls cheered and congratulated him on such a messy orgasm. I was dripping when he let my face go, but rather than let my head drop, I stared at him, one eye closed with sperm and the other red and puffy from crying.

“Sorry, fuck-boy,” Chet huffed, smiling as he shook his cock in my face, “I just couldn’t help myself.”

However little my mouth had been open, his sperm had still managed to get inside, landing across my tongue and lips. Swallowing out of habit, I could taste the salty and slimy texture roll down my throat.

For a second time I felt something break inside me, only this time, it was the dam that held my anger in check. In a blinding fit of rage I rose, screaming and swinging. After being so quiet and still for so long, Chet was caught completely off guard as I pressed him and began throwing punches.

Backing away with a look of shock, I followed and continued to scream, striking him in the shoulder and chest, grazing his chin until he had no more room to retreat. When his back hit the wall I straightened my left arm, shoving my hand against his throat and pinning him as my right fist began raining punches at his head. His arms struggled to stop the blows, but as my sister came to his defence, grabbing my right arm, I turned, blinded by the hatred of them all and punched her straight in the face, knocking her out cold.

Her legs crumpled as she fell back, and her body hit the floor with a crash. Chet had seen, and the horror and shock on his face remained only a second before I turned and punched him again. I wasn’t got to stop, no matter how much my muscles ached and my body screamed in pain, I wasn’t going to stop.

The rage filled adrenaline made me faster and stronger than I had ever been in my life, and when he started blocking the face punches, I gave him a few to the stomach, and he wilted. I was determined to kill him. It was a primal urge that I could feel bubbling up from my core. No mercy, no stopping, not until his body was lifeless.

That’s when something metal struck the back of my head, and I went unconscious.

THREE

I’m not sure how long I was out, but when I woke up they had moved me to another room. It was still dark, and I quickly realized they had bound me to a chair. The odd angle of my arms made my shoulders ache, and as I tried to free my wrists, I found my ankles were also tied together.

I couldn’t see what they had used to bind me, but it was strong enough that I couldn’t break it. Looking around, It took a moment before I recognized where I was: the kitchen pantry. Big enough to walk in, it apparently could fit a single chair too, because I was now alone with nothing but shelves of canned food.

Behind me was the door, obviously closed because of the lack of light, but beyond it I could hear distant voices. The pain in my head slowly returned the more I awoke, and the memory of getting hit finally came back. It had been mom that struck me, and for a moment I had three pains: my shoulders, my head, and now my heart.

It hurt remembering, knowing that mom had chosen Chet over her own son and husband. She had gone crazy with lust, and the things that were said, all she had done … they were beyond my ability of reason.

Being alone in the pantry was strange, like being in a coffin, but it gave me time to think. I knew I had fucked up, but dad was still in danger. Mom and Chet would be distrusting of me now, so I had blown whatever trust I had been building. Trying to convince them to send dad back to the hospital wouldn’t work, Chet would never allow it, and calling the cops was probably impossible now, since Chet or mom likely took my cellphone.

It now dawned on me that I was a prisoner, just like dad. I was trapped in the house, with no way to contact anyone else. The thought scared me, but I knew they wouldn’t leave me in the pantry forever, eventually they would come to get me.

Should I apologise? I wondered, sitting along in the dark. I can’t fight my way out, not with Chet ready for me. Should I pretend to join them? Say I’m sorry and that I accept what they’re doing? No way, they’ll never buy it, not after what I had done. No matter how much I thought, there was no simple answer.

I decided to wait, not that I had a choice, and use my time to think up as many plans as I could to save dad. My friends could maybe help, but I needed to call them, or escape the house first. My sister was going to be pissed because I punched her, that wouldn’t be fun, and then there was Chet, who knew how he might punish me.

The longer I waited the more afraid I became, and after what seemed liked forever I finally heard the distant voices come closer. Staying quiet, I listened as best I could, hoping to eavesdrop before they came to collect me.

“-it still hurt?” was the first thing I could make out, the words coming from my mother.

“Yeah,” my sister said, and I knew they were talking about where I punched her, “but it’s not too bad.”

“Don’t worry,” I heard Chet say cheerfully, “I deliver on my promises.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” my sister giggled.

Surely there would be payback for my outburst, but I worried less about what my sister would do, and more about what Chet would do.

“It’s been long enough, he has to be awake now,” Mom said, their voices coming closer to the pantry.

“Boy is he in for a surprise,” Chet said, causing laughter.

The door behind me shook as the knob was turned, and a flood of light poured in from behind. I could see a shadow cast across the shelves in front of me, but couldn’t look back to see who it was.

“Rise and shine, fuck-boy,” Chet said, grabbing my chair and dragging it out of the pantry, pulling me across the tiled floor until I sat across from the kitchen table.

Mom and sis were back to being fully dressed, now sitting at the opposite end of the table and staring at me. I felt a tiny prick of guilt when noticing the red mark on Sandy’s face, but it quickly passed.

“Well then,”Chet said, walking around my chair and joining the girls, “I guess it’s time we got you up to speed.”

They had moved the other chairs to the opposite side of the table, and now Chet sat between them, like the head of a judging committee. Mom and Chet were grinning, but Sandy still looked understandably pissed.

“You’ve been out of the loop for … a few hours at least,” he grinned, “and a lot has happened.”

Not waiting to hear more, I said the first thing that came to mind. “I’m sorry,” I blurted, “I-I lost my head, I’m sorry, Ch- uhm … Daddy, I’m sorry.”

Chet’s eyes squinted as he smiled, his cheeks pushing them almost closed. “Oh don’t worry,” he chuckled, “we forgive you.”

For some reason, it only now occurred to me that I was still wearing his sperm, and I felt even more foolish than a few seconds ago. “You do?” I asked, expecting it to be a lie.

“Of course we do,” he said, “that doesn’t mean you won’t be punished … but there are no hard feelings for what you did.” Chet looked over at Sandy. “Well … maybe some hard feelings.”

“Uhm … okay,” I mumbled, “I understand … I’ll take the punishment … so … can I be untied?” Now all three of them laughed, and I felt like an idiot.

“Not yet,” mom said, looking at me like like an unwanted animal, “first we get you up to speed, then we punish you … then … if you’re good, we’ll untie you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered, now determined to play the perfect son. It had to be good enough so they would untie me, and then I could make my escape.

The three smiled, and Chet placed his hands on the table, interlocking his fingers. “So first off … we called the ambulance, and had them take your dad.”

My mouth dropped open. “You did?”

“Yes,” mom answered, “but you nearly ruined our fun because of your outburst.”

“Oh fuck,” I said, stunned by the revelation, “ I-I didn’t know you would … Sandy, I-I’m sorry for … oh jeez – thank you, thank you for sending him to the hospital.”

Chet laughed, “Calm down, man, did you really think we would keep him here?”

My head was both hurting and spinning from the news, but I felt like I was on cloud 9. All things considered, as long as my dad was safely away, dealing with Chet would be simple. “Well after what you said, and how you were all acting-”

Chet’s smile became a grin, “We get it … you were worried about your dad, we understand.”

I shut my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breathing and relaxing.

“This doesn’t change anything though,” Chet said sternly, “I’m still living here, and I’m still in control, fuck-boy.”

With dad out of the house, I was hardly upset. “That’s fine,” I said quickly, “I have no problems with that now … thank you.”

Mom grinned, “Onto punishment then?”

“Yes,” I answered, trying to sound more upset, although it was hard after such good news.

“Sandy will punish you first,” Chet announced, standing with everyone else as they removed themselves from the table, “and then me.”

I knew this was coming, and although I would have prefered it not to happen, having dad away felt like the best victory, so my punishment would be worth it.

Looking up at my sister as she walked over, I could now see the anger and excitement in her eyes. Chet followed behind, and I was surprised when he started coaching her, standing chest to back as he moved her arm, showing her the motion on how to throw a real punch. This wasn’t going to be fun, but now I felt that I deserved it, so I stayed silent as she took a few practice swings, making me flinch each time her fist whooshed by my face.

“I’m sorry for hitting you, Sandy,” I said, trying to make the punishment as fulfilling as they wanted. I still hated her and Chet for everything, but better to let them think I was weak.

Chet and mom smiled, as did Sandy when she saw my reluctance to get punched. A few more practice swings, and Sandy widened her legs, rearing back and swinging hard at my face, cracking me across the cheek and nearly knocking me out.

There was less pain than I thought, at least at first. The room spun, and for a moment I felt dizzy, like I had a headrush from laying down too long and suddenly standing. Then the pain crept in, and I felt a hot throbbing radiate through my face.

“One,” Sandy said, shaking her fist before getting back into the same stance.

“H-Hey, wait- Th-That was-”

Her second punch came without waiting, and again she cracked me across the face, this time above my eye. The pain shot through immediately this time, and I howled, buckling in my chair as I struggled to sit upright. Damn if she didn’t punch harder than I did.

Everyone in the room laughed but me.

“Two,” my sister giggled, struggling to compose herself as Chet reached between her legs, slapping his palm against her crotch while she reared back for a third time.

I felt far more emotionally hurt than I thought I’d be, and I was in tears by the third time she punched me. Snapping my head back, the last punch awkwardly hit me in the forehead, but all the same she squealed and laughed, excited to inflict damage on her own brother. With my head throbbing worse than ever, the guilt I felt earlier had left, but I hid those feelings.

“Alright,” Chet said, clearing his throat, “I guess it’s my turn.”

Suddenly I didn’t want to play anymore. However bad Sandy’s punishment was, Chet’s was going to be far greater. I could even see the red marks across his face where I had punched him, but he seemed no worse for wear.

“I-I’m sorry for a-attacking you, d-daddy,” I stuttered, suddenly trembling.

Chet leaned in, smiling. “A few week ago, I gave you a freebie in your room, didn’t I?” he said, raising the girl’s eyebrows in confusion.

Thinking back, I remembered the “extra” punch he gave me, after returning the one I gave him first. “Y-Yes, sir,” I mumbled, terrified of being beaten.

“Well … “ Chet stood to his full height, puffing out his chest and flexing his muscles.

I quickly closed my eyes and flinched, too afraid to see the punch coming. Then, unexpectedly, nothing happened. Slowly I opened one eye, squinting, until opening both to find him still smiling.

“I think what you did made us even. You hit me, I hit you, you hit me back … let’s just clear the board and start fresh, yeah?”

Not for a second did I believe him, but if he wasn’t going to hit me then I wouldn’t complain, nor would I overstep my boundaries. “Yes, thank you, Daddy,” I said, making sure to put emphasis on calling him daddy. He seemed to enjoy that.

“Well then, I guess we’re all square now, eh?”

****

Going to my parent’s bedroom was the first thing I did after being untied. True to their word dad was gone, and I felt another swell of relief. Chet and the girls quickly went about ignoring me, so I used the time to shower, change clothes and retreat to my bedroom.

Surprisingly my cellphone was on my desk, but it hadn’t been tampered with or broken. I wondered if Chet was so confident that he didn’t care, or if mom had put it there as a secretive plea for help. Judging by her laughs and moans across the house, I expected it to be the former.

It was strange to be free. Not just free from bondage, but free of worry. No longer taking care of my dad, and no more fear of Chet hurting him, I suddenly felt a shift in my own demeanor. Yes, I needed Chet removed … but why rush?

Mom and Sandy were completely enthralled by him, and even if I somehow made him leave, they would likely leave with him. Forcing him out wouldn’t work, so I had to expand my options. My friends were available, but trying to fight him would be no better. Killing him now seemed too extreme, but I reserved to make him pay for everything.

I needed to win Sandy and mom back, but as to how, I hadn’t a clue. Getting a moment alone to talk with them might work, but with Chet now living with us it would be difficult; besides I had tried that on mom, and had very little success.

My last idea was a stretch, but it was something I was already tampering with. Lying to them, telling them I was okay with it, and that I wanted to join them. This plan would take longer, and be harder to pull off, but what other options did I have? I could leave my home, go stay with dad in the hospital or with a friend … but then what? Chet would eventually need to be removed, because dad would eventually pass, and I couldn’t stomach the idea of Chet winning again and actually taking everything my father had worked for.

If I pretended to join them, I could sow seeds of doubt into the girls; lie to them, tell them that Chet was looking to get rid of them and keep the house for himself. Turning the girls against him was the best option, but it wouldn’t work unless they believed me … and for that I had to go undercover and prove myself.

Grabbing my cell phone, I dialed my closest friend. Otto and I had been friends throughout high school, and we shared the same hatred for Chet just like a lot of people did. Otto was my main man, the one I had the most faith in, and the one I could trust to help me deal with things. I’d need him to help make my plan come to life.

“Yo, man,” he said answering.

“Hey, dude, are you busy?”

“Nah, chillin’ in the pen… what’s up?”

“I have something important to talk to you about,” I told him, “can I come over?”

Otto’s place was only a few houses down, and with nobody caring, I left, and walked down the street.

I joined Otto behind his house, in the large shed he called “the pen.” Inside was an array of tools for yard work, including a chainsaw, weedeater, push mower, and various other things. Despite smelling of motor oil and grass, Otto had turned the tool shed into a man cave, hooking up a TV with his games, putting in dirty couch, and a mini fridge that held drinks and snacks.

I knocked once when I arrived, and entered without waiting for his answer. Joining him on the red, musty couch, I laid my head back against the cushion and closed my eyes, rubbing the sore spots where Sandy had punched me.

“What’s goin’ on, man?” Otto asked, pausing his video game and sitting back, putting his arm across the couch.

“I don’t even know where to start,” I told him, trying to find the best point to begin.

“Is it about your dad?” he wondered, “I saw an ambulance stop in front of your house a few hours ago, but they didn’t have the sirens on.”

I sighed, sitting up and twisting my neck until it gave a pleasant pop. “He’s okay,” I answered, “they were just taking him back to the hospital … not really an emergency.”

“Oh … well what’s going on then?”

For nearly thirty minutes I explained the situation. Telling him about Chet, about him dating my sister, about how he’s managed to corrupt my mother, move into our house, and even make threats about my dad. Otto was speechless, but I went on.

“The saving grace is that they sent dad to the hospital like I wanted,” I told him, “so now I just have Chet to deal with.”

“Let me call Dylan,” Otto said, picking up his phone, “we’ll find a way to fix that fucker.”

Grabbing a drink from the mini fridge, I sat back and enjoyed a moment of peace. Being outside the house made it easier to think, and Chet’s oppressive aura no longer stifled my thoughts. It occurred to me that the same might be true of my mom and sister, and so I began thinking up ways to get them out of the house, and away from my bully.

Dylan lived across town, but owned a moped. It was only ten minutes before we heard it’s distinctive whine, and he parked just outside The Pen. Finally I had assembled my team, and although ideas were going to be traded, I still felt mine would be the best shot of saving my mom and sister.

“Are you sure we can’t just kill him?” Dylan said some time later, after briefing him on the situation.

“Get real, man, we’d go to jail for that,” I told him.

“Not if we can prove what he’s done to your dad,” he replied, brushing the black hair away from his eyes.

“But we can’t prove it,” Otto answered, “his dad has already been sent back to the hospital, so unless they find something, there isn’t much we can do. Besides, even if we had good proof, we’d still get in trouble for killing him.”

“So what can we do?”

I cleared my throat, finally ready to explain my own plan. “This is what I’ve been thinking … and it’s dumb, but honestly It’s all I got.” The guys shuffled closer and nodded, ready to hear it. “I need to join the girls, and make them believe I’m one of them.”

“ … Why, exactly?” Otto puzzled.

“If I’m ever going to get Chet to leave, it’s by lying to the girls and making them think he’s just using them … which for all I know he is- but they won’t believe me, unless I’m right beside them, agreeing with them and pretending to enjoy it all.”

Otto and Dylan looked at each other, before Dylan flat out said, “That is the stupidest fucking plan any of us have come up with.”

I felt a hit of humiliation, but stayed quiet.

“It’s not good, man,” Otto agreed, “I mean … you plan on becoming Chet’s slave? Like the girls? Are you going to be sucking his dick like them too?”

I felt heat rise in my face, a mixture of shame, anger and humiliation. “Well, n-no,” I stammered, suddenly realizing that I hadn’t thought out my plan.

“Then how else would they believe you? The only way that plan might work, is if you go full gay and let Chet bang you like your mom and sister,” Dylan explained, “now I admit, with the way you described him, he might actually do it, but there is no guarantee the girls will still believe you.”

“Fuck!” I shouted, lowering my head and covering it with my hands, “well I don’t know what else to do … the fucker is taking over my house!”

“Chill,” Otto said calmly, “we’ll come up with something.”

It ended up getting late quickly, and already the sun was setting as we took a break from planning. It was nice to take my mind off things, but before long my phone rang, and everyone went silent.

It was my mother calling, and as I hesitated, but Otto and Dylan told me to put it on speaker phone. “No,” I said, worried about what they might hear.

“Come on, man, aren’t we helping you? We need to be involved in this.”

I reluctantly nodded, swiped to answer, and tapped the speakerphone icon. In mere seconds I would regret it.

“Hey, faggot,” Chet’s voice came through my phone, “It’s getting late … and Joyce is starting to worry about you, so get your ass home.”

I could see the shock on my friend’s faces, but it was only going to get worse.

“Yeah,” I answered, “I’ll be back soon.”

There was a pause, and all three of us leaned closer to the phone, now hearing heavy breathing. “I wasn’t asking, fuck-boy,” Chet said, now grunting, “get back here, or do I have to really punish you?”

The guys looked at me, and I returned a look of desperation. Still hoping to save myself from further humiliation, I answered, “Okay, I’ll come home now.”

“Excuse me?” Chet said, and I could hear the grin behind his voice.

I swallowed, feeling ashamed as my friends stared at me. “Y-Yes, daddy,” I said softly, “I-I’ll come straight home, Sir.”

“Good,” Chet laughed, “and tell your loser friends that if they want to fuck your mom or sister, It’s fifty bucks for an hour.”

I was stunned, as were my friends.

“I-I’ll tell them … d-daddy,” I croaked, hardly able to speak.

“Tell them now,” he ordered, “I know you’re over there, Joyce said she heard the moped.”

I looked my friends in the eyes, burning with humiliation. “Uhm … guys, if you ever wanted to uh … have sex with my mom or sister, Chet- … er, um, my daddy says it’s f-fifty dollars for an hour.”

Chet’s laughter poured through the speaker, and I could feel my face turn red. “Good,” he laughed, “now get back here, fuck-boy.”

When Chet ended the call, we all stood in silence for what seemed like minutes. Finally I had no choice, and told them I had to go, turning and leaving while no one spoke a single word.

****

Walking back, I didn’t want to think about the offer Chet made to my friends. I trusted Otto and Dylan, we had been friends for years, but after seeing my own mother and sister become so corrupted, I started to worry how far Chet’s influence might stretch.

Pushing the idea away, I returned home, opening the front door to the odorous stench of my bully’s semen. I wasn’t familiar with the smell at the time, but it was something I would eventually adapt to.

Closing the door behind me, I found them already in the living room, fully nude and clustered around my mother who was currently on the phone. Chet was feeling her up from behind, squeezing her breasts as he reached around, groping aggressively. My sister was beside her, rubbing mom’s pussy as she tilted her head toward the phone, trying to hear the conversation.

“Oh,” my mother said, noticing me, “that sounds fine, thank you for calling … bye-bye.”

I stood, awkwardly, as the others finally noticed me. “I’m back,” I announced, getting the feeling that I wasn’t welcome in my own home. Most disturbing was that Chet looked like the only person happy to see me, grinning and winking as he pinched my mother’s nipples.

“Good news,” Chet said, leaning further out from behind my mother’s shoulder, “hospital just called … said they have your dad set up in a room, and he’s already looking better. They’re giving him fluids, vitamins, the works .”

I relaxed some, having a moment of peace. That peace was quickly disturbed as I caught my sister grinning, giving a mischievous smile that Chet and my mother happily returned.

“When can I go see him?” I asked, not wanting to stay in the house.

I could feel their mood shift before mom answered. “Well, they’ve only now got him in a room – and it’s late … so maybe tomorrow?” she looked back at Chet, who softly shook his head, “Oh, soon then … whenever Daddy feels like going.”

As much as I wanted to argue, mom was right about it being late. The sun had already set, and I began wondering what kind of supper we might be having. I couldn’t smell anything cooking, only the heavy aroma of Chet’s sperm, which had started making my eyes water.

“Okay,” I answered dejectedly, “so … what’s for dinner?” I practically cringed as I spoke, actually feeling guilty that I might be disturbing their steamy moment of passion.

“We were just about to ask you that, fuck-boy,” Chet laughed, and I finally noticed that his cock had been poking through her thighs the entire time. Sandy hadn’t been fingering mom, she had been rubbing Chet’s cock as it poked through.

“W-What do you mean?”

“We’re a little busy right now, so you’ll be cooking for us,” he moaned back, and in a moment that froze my blood, he leaned over my mother’s shoulder, tilted her head, and kissed her. Chet’s eyes never left mine.

It was hard to look away, pained by how much my mother enjoyed the kiss. Sandy was jealous, but her hand sped up as it stroked the head of Chet’s cock, leaking pre-cum over her fingers that she would soon lick clean.

Finally I broke my gaze and stared at the floor, now consciously aware of how fast my heart was beating, and how hard my dick had become. Once more I felt trapped, but with nowhere to turn, I simply waited on whatever happened next.

“Into the kitchen, fuck-boy,” he ordered, sounding breathless as their lips pulled apart, “It’s time to make Daddy his dinner.”

Nervously I nodded and made my way past, disliking the way they smiled at my obedience. Into the kitchen they followed, with Sandy behind Chet and Chet behind my mother, all shuffling as he continued humping her from behind. Sitting at the table, they watched as I stood by, waiting on instructions for what I might prepare.

“I don’t care what you make,” he grunted, more focused on the pleasures of thigh-fucking my mom, “just hurry up … or else.”

His intense stare made me shiver, and I answered, “Yes, Daddy,” almost without thinking.

I’ll be honest, I’m no chef. Watching mom cook for dad had taught me a few things, but it wasn’t much. Thinking quick, I went for the easiest meal, Spaghetti. I knew that the mouth of a soda bottle held roughly one small serving, so I measured out four, and set them aside before placing a pot of water onto the stove.

This was the first time I had ever treated Chet like the master of our house, and although I hated myself for doing it, this would not be the last time.

Behind me the girls laughed, giggled, and continued their raunchy behaviour as I worked to feed them. The squishy slaps and moans coming from Chet and my mother had aroused me to an unbearable level. With every step I took in the kitchen, my hand moved to squeeze my cock, hoping for some kind of relief.

“Stop,” I heard him order several times, causing my mother’s bouncing to halt. Clearly he was edging his orgasm, and although I was too busy cooking to understand why, it wouldn’t be long before I found out.

Tossing the dried pasta into the boiling water, I checked the heat and opened the oven, sliding in a pan of garlic bread that I found in the freezer. With a moment of rest, I turned to see what sexual acts my family was now performing, but to my surprise, it was nothing.

Chet had removed himself from the chair, now standing with his arms crossed as the girls knelt around him. I hate to give so much detail to the man who ruined my life, but now in the light, only feet from me, I could see what the girls had been obsessed with.

My bully was fully aroused, shockingly so. His dick stood at it full length, wet and shiny from it’s earlier interaction with mom’s wet pussy. Veins ran up it’s length, almost pulsing as the head continuously drooled onto the floor, and twitched every few seconds. I swallowed, and was caught staring longer than I should have been.

“While we wait on the food,” Chet grinned, “let’s compare sizes, dweb.”

Another hint of homosexuality from Chet, and I blinked, shaking my head without speaking.

“Why not? Shy?”

“That’s gay.” I said without thinking, something I did often.

Chet’s smile grew, and he reached for his dick, giving it a few shakes and making precum sling to the floor. “Then that should be right up your ally, Francine.”

“I’m not doing it,” I answered, feeling a fight building.

Scrunching his face up, Chet tried looking thoughtful, although it was hard to take him seriously with his dick out. Then, his stance changed, putting both hands on his hips before speaking again. “I’ll reward you if you do it.”

I turned back to the spaghetti, stirring it. “No.”

“I will,” he urged, “In fact, I will give you something … and grant you one request. Within reason of course.”

“So you’re a genie now?”

“Don’t make this difficult, fuck-boy,” he said, and I could hear the patience in his voice wearing thin, “I’m serious, I will honor any request you make, within reason, I promise.”

I thought a moment before speaking again, still stirring the pasta. “That means I can’t ask you to leave right?”

“Right,” he chuckled behind my back.

I began wondering what advantage I could make for myself. If he was seriously going to honor my request, I needed to make it good, I needed to leverage whatever I could from this bad situation. If I couldn’t tell him to leave, maybe I could ruin his stay.

Turning around, I glanced at his cock before looking in his eyes. “No more sex with mom or my sister,” I blurted, standing my ground.

“What?!” the girls shouted in childlike panic.

A single raise of his hand silenced them, and Chet continued smiling, as if he was proud of me.

“No sex with them?”

“None.”

Mom and Sandy were freaking out, but he only smiled more. At the time, while I was busy making pathetic plans to overthrow my bully’s regime, It never occurred to me that he had been making his own plans, and they were already in motion.

“Are you sure that’s what you really want?”

“Yes,” I said, giving no thought to my answer, wanting them all to suffer in some way.

“How long until I can have sex with them again?” he asked, taking me by surprise.

Still feeling like this was a prank, I answered, “A week?” unsure if this strange game had rules.

“Just a week, that’s all?”

“A month,” I quickly answered. Then he looked at me mockingly, as if I didn’t have the balls to say what I really wanted. “Forever! No more sex with them, ever,” I demanded.

Now the girls were livid, and Chet had to stop them from charging me. Sandy’s anger didn’t matter, but seeing mom so upset had my stomach in knots. She looked at me as if I were dog-shit that someone had tracked into the house, a disgusted, hateful look that singed my very soul. I honestly thought she might spit at me.

“That’s quite the request,” Chet finally said.

“Yeah, well … is that within reason,” I snided.

Shockingly, Chet said, “Yes, it is.”

The girl’s anger toward me suddenly became confusion and terror, now grasping at Chet’s shoulders and begging him not to agree to it. Stoically he ignored them, instead focused on me. “Last chance to change your mind,” he informed me, “they don’t seem to happy about this.”

Stupidly, I was too blind to see the obvious trap that Chet had made for me. Wanting only for them to suffer for abusing my father, I nodded, and said, “No more sex.”

The girls went quiet, looking between us. “Deal,” Chet said loudly, “until you say otherwise, I swear I will not have sex with your mother or sister.”

Hearing him say it outloud made me feel stupid, because I suddenly realized how many loopholes I had allowed. Too late to go back, Chet quickly stepped forward, causing me to back up.

“Okay then, a deal’s a deal … take it out so we can compare.”

It was at that moment I knew I had fucked up. He was far too happy, obviously I had missed something, and although mom and Sandy were practically in tears, Chet looked delighted.

Shamefully, I honored the agreement, and with him close, I slowly, and awkwardly began unbuttoning my pants. Unzipping my fly, I almost screamed when he grew impatient and yanked my hands away, grabbing my pants and yanking them to my thighs, causing my erection to spring free.

“What the fuck-” I started to say, but wasn’t able to continue as he grabbed me, getting chest to chest as our cocks touched and overlapped each other.

Looking down, the size difference was what I expected. My erection, although average, looked sad laying over his. The length and thickness covered mine as he moved them around, and I was speechless at how much fun he seemed to be having.

“What do you think?” he asked me, starting to slap them together.

Putting my hands on his chest, my shame overwhelming, I tried forcing him away, but it was like pushing a brick wall, and he barely budged. That’s when the room flashed with white light, and I heard my sister’s phone make a camera shutter sound.

“Got it, baby,” she giggled, no longer looking upset in the slightest.

Confused, I looked up to Chet, who grinned down at me.

“What?” he chuckled, and once more I tried pushing him away, failing as he backed me into the stove, stopping me from escaping. “I said I had a gift for you.”

Before I knew what was happening, mom and Sandy were on both sides of us, watching through their phones and laughing as Chet took both our cocks, and began jerking them together. Lightning shot through my body, and my knees buckled. Chet had pressed me into the stove to keep me upright, and as he jerked us both off at once, my mind failed to produce anything helpful.

“Look at him, he loves it,” my sister laughed, and my body convulsed, twitching as I felt the slippery flesh on flesh between my legs.

I knew they were recording me, but I had no control over my body, and with Chet’s hand never stopping it’s fast rhythm, I quickly came. Groaning like a caveman, I fell into his chest, my thighs squeezing together as I unloaded everything I had onto us both, shooting my sperm all over his stomach, his cock, down his balls, as well as myself.

When he released me and moved back, I slid to my knees, my face rubbing down his hairless stomach and even brushing against his now sperm covered cock.

“What were you saying earlier about being gay?” Chet laughed, shaking his dick in my face, slinging my own sperm at me.

Struggling to move, I had no resistance as he leaned down. “I’ll give you a minute,” he said softly, before spitting straight in my face and causing the girls to laugh, “then you finish cooking us dinner, understand, fuck-boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, feeling a level of self loathing I had never before experienced.

“Good … and that wasn’t the gift I mentioned earlier … because I still haven’t cum yet. So when you’re finished cooking, I’ll have your mom and sister make me nut all over it, okay?”

I nodded, no longer looking up, and trying my best not to start crying as Chet’s spit dripped from my face.

“Sweet,” he laughed, and the girls swooned, “ … it’s just too bad your daddy isn’t around anymore to taste it.”

Finally I looked up, seeing how my mother and sister were hugging him and looking down at me. Mom was the first to say it, but as she looked into my eyes and smiled, she said in a very gleeful, and unapologetic tone, “Good riddance.”

FOUR

It would be many years later before I recalled these events to a therapist, and while that story deserves a retelling of its own, he made it clear that these memories should be written down, in detail, and with emotion. I say that now because of what would soon transpire, and how Chet managed to completely ruin my life, on both a physical and emotional level.

Continuing from dinner, C