My father had married again. One year after my mother died to the day; almost as if the prick had counted down the days, marking them on a fucking calendar of her death. As you may guess, we did not get along; I had found him cheating on her, while she was fighting the battle against cancer.
The fact I'd then called him out on it, while he dined with his admittedly hot-as-fuck-secretary at his company's formal dinner, had not gone over well. Battle lines had been drawn that could never be withdrawn; all leading to a cold war of sorts - between the guy who was my biological father, and a hurt young man, who desperately needed love.
I continued to live in his house, a five-bedroom monstrosity he'd paid for out of my mother's life insurance payout. It had been a huge policy they'd taken out to help cover their children's future, should anything ever happen, when they'd first gotten married. A few problems later, left me as their only child, the policy forgotten in the cracks of their finances.
The big point was, half of the money went to the surviving spouse, with the other half to be divided up between their children; meaning, I gained a cool three-point-five-million-dollars, from my poor devoted mother's death.
My father couldn't touch my half, but he and his vile yet admittedly hot-as-fuck secretary-now-wife always had their greedy eyes on it. I was positive it was the only reason they kept me around, the fight for control of that money had raged hot for the last three years. Thankfully, my maternal grandfather was a financial lawyer, who'd didn't lose, meaning neither did I.
Old Grandad has always been a bit of a whiz on the stock market, allowing my three-point-five-million dollars to grow exponentially, at the same time my father's fortune waned. I had the three point five million in trust, while the profits had been reinvested. The last time I checked, I had a further ten million spread around; meaning my future was looking very rosy, indeed.
We had tried for emancipation twice, but good old Daddy had fought that 'tooth and nail' I had no idea why, as I hated the two-timing bastard!
My stepsister Janie; now, she was a different story. Right from the first day she moved in, she was sorry for what had happened, doing all the right things; even when I was an asshole to her, just because of who she was.
She was beautiful inside and out, unlike her sister Susan. Susan took after their mother, in that, she was a complete bitch. Their mother Melissa was thirty-eight, and no longer a secretary; she hadn't been since the day my mother died. She had bided her time until they moved in. Afterwards, her working day became all about keeping her body beautiful. Yoga, pilates and swimming were her regimens, which had actually made it worse for me, as I practised yoga and swimming while hitting the gym, meaning we were often in the same room.
I was eighteen now, but, of course, I'd stared at her while growing up - she was stunning. The only thing wrong with her in my eyes, were the double Ds she'd made my father pay for. Her natural thirty-six D-cups had already been perfect in my young eyes - her thin waist, firm ass, and legs that seemed to go on for days; at five foot six, she could make any man dream.
Yes, I will admit to fapping my young cock into oblivion, over Melissa the bitch; the heady mixture of lust and shame, I had found to be inescapable.
I'd always been popular, that is until the sisters joined my school, and then everything changed. A mixture of Susan manipulating things, alongside my absolute and obvious hatred of them garnered them all the sympathy and support, leaving me the ostracised outcast no longer welcome.
I had even quit the football team, after no longer feeling welcome. Of course, when they had then immediately started to lose all their games, that had also been my fault. No, the only sport I had continued was swimming, I had stuck to the individual events, 'Go Bobcats' my ass!
That's why I was surprised to hear Janie crying, as Susan poured scorn on her little sister.
"Just stop defending the asshole and they will leave you alone," Susan said.
"He's done nothing wrong, why don't you stop telling them to pick on him," Janie countered.
"Because the prick has more money than god, while still blaming us for living here!" Susan ranted, the same old argument, that I had ignored so often, I just walked away.
Checking back later, I asked, "What was all the crying about, Janie?"
"Oh, ignore me, I'm just feeling sorry for myself," she said sniffing, her eyes still puffy.
We were all in the same year somehow, with the two of them, being born so close together, it barely made sense to me, I was the youngest.
"If it's about me, just go with whatever they want you to do. Seriously, I have, what, a month left and no fucks to give," I sighed.
"You don't mean that!" Janie said, jumping up off her bed, her firm breasts bounced distractingly, in her tight t-shirt.
She normally wore baggy clothes, not like her slutty-dressed sister. But at home, in the comfort of her own room, she often wore small, tight tops and skimpy shorts. It was for her own comfort, but damn, it turned me on like the other two sluts in the house did. She, however, meant nothing by it.
"I do. Honestly, just go with the flow, I don't mind. I'll be out of here soon, off to college, I go!" I said, smiling.
" They won't pay for you Scott, so without a scholarship you're stuck here, you know that, right?" she asked me sympathetically.
"Scholarship's in the bag, little sis," I laughed, as she blushed. I was never normally this nice to her; I was too much of a self-absorbed prick, but she had never once blown up at me like the others.
"Really! You got in? Way to go!" she shouted, hugging me, jumping up and down excitedly.
It was in no way her fault, that my cock took that rubbing of her firm, pert, young breasts against my chest as a green for-go. She looked so sad, when I jerked back awkwardly, hiding my rock-hard cock from her. She, instead, took it to mean I was back to being an asshole again.
"Look at his boner!" Susan cried out, having unfortunately seen the whole incident for what it was. "What kind of pervert gets hard for his sister?" she shouted, as Janie just looked on, confused.
"What sisters? I have no sisters, just two young whores following their whore mother, as she chases the money!" I growled.
I immediately regretted it; not for the flinch it caused Susan, but for the look of absolute horror on Janie's beautiful face. I couldn't deal with it now though, still sporting the obvious wood that had started it all. So I simply pushed by, getting myself out of the room; I grabbed my trainers, preferring a run over this drama any day.
I couldn't get the hurt look on her face off my mind, even in the hour-long run, so I turned another corner, making it ninety minutes of torture I richly deserved.
When I got back, I went straight for a shower, before I was called into the main dining room where they all sat waiting for me.
"You have some explaining to do young man!" my father yelled.
"I'm sorry Janie, you're the only one who doesn't deserve my shit. I am sorry for saying anything that hurt you," I said, completely ignoring my whining father.
"Don't you dare ignore your father, you little pervert!" Melissa shouted.
"Oh fuck off! If you didn't dress like a whore, I wouldn't get you confused with one." I growled, and they all gasped, with looks of pure shock on their faces.
"You live under my roof! You'll --... was all I allowed him to say,
"I've tried to leave at least twice, so obviously I've no interest in either living here or even speaking to you or your new fucking family!" I shouted. "If it wasn't for my money, you'd have shipped me out years ago, you two-timing, money-grabbing wanker! You're about as much of a dad to me, as you were a husband to your dying wife, you pathetic excuse for a man! And as for the gold-digging whores you shipped in. Well, let's see how long they hang around when your money runs dry!" I yelled
My outburst was met with total silence, it was the first time I had ever let my temper out, I may be eighteen, but I'd always acted with respect, even though they knew how I felt. But with swimming and the gym, my six-foot wide-shouldered, sculpted frame was imposing. The fact that I had replaced my team time, with MMA training, only added to the threat, which had always ensured that even when ostracised, I was never bullied, no one being that fucking stupid.
I walked out to their stunned silence, my room being the only place I could go, even though I was starving; I planned to leave it for thirty minutes, before heading out for a steak at the diner. I'd eaten there a lot, as my grandfather gave me an allowance, even when my own father didn't. It was paid online with no physical footprint. The statements went to Granddad's house and the card was electronic, only available on my phone, which he always updated to the newest, most secure iPhone.
There were thousands of unspent dollars there, as I had no use for the money, while I lived with the greedy, money-grabbing bastard that was my father. The only reason I checked on my wealth so often was the countdown. I may be eighteen, but it was another month until school ended and then I could legally walk away, with there being absolutely nothing he could do about it.
I was on my way to grab a steak, when I saw Elliot, the asshole who'd replaced me as quarterback. It didn't seem to matter how shit he was, he still got all the girls from the jersey alone. He picked up a sad-looking Janie and my alarm bells were ringing, as he pulled off onto a nearby unused lot. By the time I reached his pickup, she was frantically trying to get out of her door as he mauled her.
I opened the door and pulled her out, as he followed, I grabbed him by the throat, punching him repeatedly in the face. His smirk fell from his bleeding face, but the smirk being there at all cried set up, so I threw him away, literally.
"Don't! Leave it now, Scott!" Janie screamed, as other cars pulled in, people started getting out of their trucks, but as many pedestrians also streamed in to see what was happening. Janie was frantically pushing me away from the idiot, still lying on the ground, screaming assault.
"You assaulted her, asshole!" I shouted, as his buddies rushed in to help him.
Someone must have called the police though, as they pulled in, preventing the beating they deserved; even if they thought it would be the other way around.
When the officer asked what was going on, it all became clear as Janie went silent, backing up neither of our stories. The few of his teammates that tried, were immediately shot down by the pedestrians, who'd arrived before or at the same time as them, proving their stories to be false. This left us in limbo.
I was simmering, fucking furious! She had helped the family frame me!
My father collected us from the station, and as soon as he got us in the car, he started telling me how fucked I was, and that I should just pay Elliot off before a lawsuit took away all of my money.
Fucking asshole didn't even know the law, I sat silently seething, ignoring them all.
"Of course, if subpoenaed, we would have to testify how violent you are towards us," my smarmy prick of a father snivelled.
"Good for you dad, I'd get right on that if I were you!" I said, smiling.
"I mean it!" he said, as firmly as he could get without a blue pill, that is.
"You kind of jumped the gun, setting your trap a little early," I laughed.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked me warily.
"Well until I'm twenty-one, the money is tied up in a trust fund, so they can sue all they want, as I've got fuck all to give," I laughed loudly, as his face comically dropped.
"Oh, before you ask, the other money is tied up until I'm three months over eighteen, you dumb shit! I doubt you'd remember, but you really should have looked that up, as it's still one month away! You're about as much of a mastermind as you are a father, the only thing you got right, was using Janie as the victim, because I certainly wouldn't have saved anyone else here!" I finished by walking away, as we'd reached home, I went to my room and slammed the door, hey, I'm human!
Janie crept in crying, "I'm sorry, but they said, they'd throw me out if I didn't do it!" she said sobbing.
"Save the tears, you're the Same as the rest of them, now fuck off!" I growled as she left whimpering. "You'll be raped next time! As I will never help you again!" I shouted after her, still furious.
I'd bet good money that asshole had gone further than they'd agreed, so he was due a good fucking beating for touching her!
Nobody spoke to me for a week after that. They all stayed away from me, both at home, as well as at school; terrified of a beating, no doubt.
I was home alone, or so I thought, when Susan, my five-foot-six, athletically built stepsister-Penthouse pet appeared.
"Going through my drawers?" she sneered.
"Hardly, your drawers need swinging doors the amount of traffic they see," I said laughing, as she turned red, then purple, her face contorted in anger.
"Why have you always hated me, but not Janie?" she asked, "she set you up, just like the rest of us!" she yelled.
This was fucking gold dust, as the case was still hanging in the balance, and I'd clicked voice record on my iPhone as soon as she appeared.
"How did you get her to agree to do it? she's not the same as the rest of you," I sneered a little, as taunting her went a long way.
"She was forced into it, same as me by your father! I even had to let Elliot see my tits to get him to do it!" she said. "And no, before you argue, I'm as much a virgin as she is!"
"Well, not in the mind, obviously, if you'd sell your sisters cherry for cash!" I shouted back.
"Oh fuck off! I told him he was allowed to feel a tit, nothing else!" she yelled defiantly.
"Then why was she clawing at the door, as he climbed all over her!" I shouted, furious now, at the thought of his hands all over her.
"He wasn't even supposed to start until you reached the diner! It was all supposed to happen in the car park there!" she was crying so hard now, I almost believed her.
"You're just trying to get me to attack him again!" I yelled at her.
"Am Not!" she screamed, "but you wouldn't do that for me, would you?" she asked, as tears fell from her eyes. Damn, she was a fine actress.
"No, I'd video it, though! As I've heard you're a screamer just like your whore mother!" I yelled.
She slapped me then, as we both stared at each other. I started laughing at her, which just made her angrier, so I had to hold her hands, to stop her from hitting me again.
"I'm going to fucking destroy you! I'll say you raped me!" she screamed.
"Good luck with that! You're loud and clear on tape." I said smugly, holding up my phone. She went pale as a ghost. "This will help clear up more than just the bogus case; blackmail is a federal offence, hell I won't even have to move out! As you will all be living on Uncle Sam's dime soon enough," I laughed, as I walked away to my room.
I was just about to ring Grandad with the good news when she burst in trying to grab my phone. I shrugged her off and she fell onto the bed, crying. I had zero sympathy for her, she'd done all she could since she had gotten here to ostracise me. I hated her, second only to my father, oh, and her whore mother, hey, I had a list, so sue me.
"It's all on the cloud, safe and secure, idiot," I laughed, as she cried. "I really should be thanking you. You've handed me the proof I've needed, to get back at you all! But federal black mail? Fuck me! That's above and beyond, as far as I'm concerned, sister dearest!".
"Please, I'll do anything, don't send me to jail!" she wailed. She was on her knees now before me, affording me an amazing view of her tits down her top. She noticed and shut up, as I smiled.
"Nice tits, they'll make you popular inside!" I laughed. "Now, get out!"
I was still running sound and video recording, as they were always on in my room to allow me to see what happens when I'm not around. You wouldn't believe the searches Dad and Melissa have done, of my room, all looking for a hidden fortune, no doubt. So you see, as I hadn't switched it off yet, sweet little Susan had just corroborated her own confession. It really didn't get any better than that!
"Look, Scott, really - ..."
I interrupted her then, "Don't let the door, hit your sweet ass on the way out, I've an important call to make. My lawyers are going to love you, Suzy!" she fucking hated that name.
"Scott! This is serious!" she was crying hard now, but her eyes still had a calculating look to them.
"Phone out!" I snapped, laughing as she panicked. "Think I'd fall for that? You fucking idiot, a beautiful sexy idiot, but you're vile, so it doesn't count!" I laughed, as she winced. "Now, seriously, fuck off, or I'll call the cops, before my lawyer.".
She gulped, finally realising I was serious and that she was fucked! Blackmail was a big deal, she could seriously do jail time.
"Scott..." she whined.
"Out!" I snapped.
"Please just listen a - ..." she tried again.
"Get out this instant!" I growled I was getting hard now, looking down her top, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to wank to the view, or make the call setting the whole thing in motion. It was one hell of a dilemma to have.
She turned her phone off, then unbuttoned her top, my breathing grew more ragged the further down she got, until her shirt hung free, showing me her glorious firm tits, sitting proudly, caged in a black lace bra.
"There must be something I can do..." she asked, trailing off seductively.
My hands reached down; one caressed her face, and the other slid down her chest, dipping into the bra and feeling her left breast. It was so firm, yet soft, and as I cupped it, we both inhaled our eyes met, mine went firm, and as I saw she thought she had control, I gripped her breast firmly, then rubbed her nipple between my thumb and index finger. She gasped at that, as I regained the upper hand; my eyes flashing at the control I now had over this beautiful, but vile, human being.
I pulled her nipple and she whimpered, my left hand sliding down her face with two fingers running along her mouth. I pressed harder and she opened her mouth, accepting my fingers begrudgingly passed her lips. She scowled at me, as I turned her face upwards using my fingers in her mouth alone.
She was now completely under my control.
"Take off your bra," I ordered huskily,
"N-n-no!" she stuttered.
"Now!" I growled.
Fuck me, if she didn't reach back and unclip her bra, I had her facing the high-definition camera, this was fucking-gold-dust-wank-material, right here! That's when it hit me, I'd never need to wank again, I owned her perfect-ten-of-an-ass now: I could send her to jail, or she could take me to heaven - the choice was very simply hers! I could see the Oh shit! Moment, when she realised it, she squirmed trying to get up and run out of my room.
I simply let her go, standing back up and allowing her to stand up on her own, as she reached for her bra.
I smiled. "It's your choice, after all," I said, "but don't let me keep you, I've got a call to make," I grinned.
She was stuck fighting the urge to leave, but she dropped back down to her knees, and as I raised an eyebrow, she crawled towards me.
I unzipped my shorts, watching as she fought internally. As I moved to zip them back up, her hands darted forward, gently pulling my cock out. She winced back, as it firmed up the moment she gripped it, going from semi- to rock-hard in seconds. She gulped, as she looked at it. She then slowly started to stroke my cock, holding it loosely in her right hand; her eyes never leaving mine.This was single-handedly the sexiest moment of my life.
She frowned as I smiled, gripping her breast, kneading with my right hand, as my eyes roved over her nubile, perfect young body. There was no reason in my head, I hated this girl almost as much as I wanted to fuck her. But knowing that would be too much all at once, I decided that a hand job, followed by a blow job, followed by sex would do.
I was grinning like an idiot, as she frowned and scowled, not bothering me one iota. In fact, it was turning me on all the more; I was harder than I'd ever been. Which had been after I'd spied on her in the pool, a nipple had been heaven then, but now it was an afterthought, as I continued rubbing, twisting and pulling her nipples, as she stroked me off.
"What's taking so long, weirdo?" she asked, trying to regain her control.
"It takes as long as it takes, although to speed it up, I could think about your sister," I growled, and tears formed in her eyes. What the fuck! Why would that bother her? Shouldn't she want this over as quickly as possible?
"Pig!" she cried.
"Keep talking and I'll fill your mouth with my fucking cock!" I growled.
She blushed at that, and her breathing picked up.
Fuck that! No way was she getting off before me! No, I'm in charge here I thought, as I pushed my cock toward her lips. She closed her mouth, so I just rubbed it along her lips.
"If you don't open this, I'll shove it somewhere else," I growled.
It came out far more breathless than I'd meant it to, but she responded by trying to talk and my cock slipped into her warm wet mouth.
"Oh fuck me! You're wonderful," was not what I had meant to say, but her eyes lit up at that before we scowled at each other again.
"Deeper," I moaned, as I pushed, myself deeper into her mouth. Thankfully, she was very careful to keep her teeth away from my most-treasured muscle.
Soon enough, her jaw was wide open, I sawed my cock in and out of her sweet, warm mouth; her eyes watered, but never left mine.
"How can someone so fucking beautiful, be so mean," I growled.
Her response was muffled, but it made a wonderful humming vibration that was almost the end of me.
I was doing my best not to hurt her, as I thrust my cock in and out of heaven, my hand never left her breasts. Suddenly, I locked up, as the feeling surged, I couldn't hold off any longer; I pulled back leaving just the head in place. Both hands grabbed the back of her head, holding her as I shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth. If she was telling the truth, and this was her first blowjob; well then, she was born to suck cock. She just opened her throat, swallowing what felt like gallons, as I poured my cum into her.
As I pulled out, I noticed her tongue dart out to clean the last drop off me before she jumped up - her face like thunder, she was pissed.
"We never agreed to that!" she said angrily.
"We never agreed to anything, and if that's your attitude, I've still got a call to make," I said, smiling.
"What! No, that's not fair!" she whined, but the way her thighs squirmed together, I was guessing she had gotten as excited as I had.
"If you want to make an agreement, you need to offer up terms first," I said smugly, fuck I could do with a nap!
"W-w-what, oh, okay, What do you want?" she asked softly, looking younger and more nervous than I'd ever seen her, considering she was a year older than me and oh-so-much-more confident - it was a shock to my system.
"Make me an offer?" I said, barely holding back a yawn.
"Another blowjob, no more," she offered.
"No deal," I said, moving to show her out. As she grabbed her bra, I took a quick picture of her tits on my mobile.
"Stop that!" she squawked, covering herself with her shirt, as she hurried to do it back up.
"Bye, then," I said, enjoying the change in dynamic; my guilt was totally outweighed by her previous antics, not least of all, setting me up to be sued! As I thought about that, my face hardened and she realised she was losing her chance.
"What do you want then?" She asked softly this time, finally meaning it.
"You!" I said, and realised I had meant it! God help me, she was a cold vile person, who'd made my life a living hell, but she was also hot as fuck!
She looked shocked, pleased, angry, then resigned all at once, if that's even possible.
"I'm a virgin," she whispered, "anything but that!"
"I'd agree, but once I've fucked your ass, I'll need your pussy," I said, shocking us both with my crude but honest confession.
"Really, you want me?" she asked, far more vulnerable than I 'd ever seen her, "not my sister?"
"I want all three of you, and you just handed me the keys to the family vault," I said, laughing,
"No. Just me, or no deal!" she said, adamantly.
"Goodbye then, your mouth was sweet, but I hold the keys and I won't settle for anything but the grand prize, after all the shit you've all caused me!" I growled.
"Why do you hate us so much?" she asked, genuinely seeming to be interested.
"Why did you make my life hell?" I replied.
We both just looked at each other, stumped.
"Hell, I've tried to leave so many times," I said quietly.
She nodded in agreement, defeated, and then left, as I locked the door before falling into a beautiful sleep.
Whatever came next, I was a happy bunny right about now, left with plenty to dream about... woke up the following morning filled with lust, as my dreams had been quite explicit, involving both step sisters as well as my stepmother. None of us were related by blood, but the fact we lived under the same roof, as well as the words mother and sister, made it taboo in a sexy kind of way. Any kind of kink helped; after all the years I'd spent solely wanking, you kind of reached the end of porn.
You came to a point where you've seen most things PornHub and the other sites have to offer, the only difference being the pretty faces or the body types. But to me, they all seemed to lack invention, as if they saw us all as mindless wank machines where the story was superfluous.
Don't get me wrong; there are more than enough times I've proven them right, in anyone's Fapping career for that matter, but over time, a story would certainly help. I mean, the stepmother doing more than showing her tits before inhaling her son's cock, the little looks, the building of tension--that is where the stories in Literotica had them beat hands down, pardon the pun!
This is why the new situation where I found myself in control of my beautiful but frankly evil stepsister was driving me crazy. I couldn't get her eyes that bore into me as I invaded her sweet, warm, wet mouth out of my mind! She was fucking divine, and I had to have her. I'd been a little power-crazed, as I'd demanded them all. She would do nicely!
The knock on my door jolted my hand from my cock and the thoughts from my mind.
"Yes," I called, as the door was pushed open.
Susan came in wearing just her fluffy pink towel robe after her shower; her eyes didn't meet mine as she closed the door behind her. When she quietly approached me, she raised her eyes, begging me for something I hadn't quite worked out yet.
"We can't do the things we did yesterday again, Scott," she said. "You can't make me..."
"Ok," I said, simply cutting her off.
"What?" She asked, shocked that it had been so easy.
"You're right, of course, you are Susan. I'll phone my lawyer this morning and start the legal proceedings today."
"What, why?" "No, that's not what I..." she stuttered.
"Of course, that was the option you begged against yesterday, but if you've changed your mind and want to clean your guilty conscience, I'm agreeable; of course I am," I said, smiling. "I only failed to call him yesterday as you begged me so nicely, not to."
"No, Scott, that's not what I meant; I simply meant, you need to be reasonable; It was an accident; we didn't mean anything by it," she said quietly, realizing her predicament. She'd obviously spent the night searching for options while going over it in her mind.
"No, of course, setting up your sister to pretend to be molested so I'd rescue her, opening me to your blackmail attempt at my dead mother's money, was an accident." "I'm being unreasonable, wanting justice against you, Janie, Mellisa, and the prick who calls himself my father." I said, smiling coldly, "No, the fact that the whole family planned, coerced, and executed a cold-blooded blackmail attempt was an accident. I'm sure the authorities will agree with you." "You'll forgive me for wanting that clarified, though, yes?" I said, smiling as she wilted under the accusations, "I mean, it's not as if I have you on tape admitting it all now, is it?".
Her face was as pale as snow, now that her little theory had been blown wide open.
"So if you can kindly leave, I will call my grandfather to get a second opinion. I mean, he's trustworthy, so I'm sure he hasn't opened the emails I asked him to hold onto for me." It couldn't hurt for her to think someone else had copies of her confession, you know, just in case she had any more daft ideas.
"Y-Y, You said you wouldn't," she whispered, as a lone tear fell down her cheek.
"What, like you promised to behave! Yes, I can see where we'd disagree on trustworthiness." I sighed, starting to stand.
But she pushed me back, silently opening her robe and showing me her complete and utterly naked, perfect body. Her pussy was freshly shaven, her mound was clear for all to see, and her lower lips were perfect. Everything was so neat; she looked so delicious that I had to physically stop myself from leaning forward to lick her. After this morning's performance, she'd need to offer me everything on a silver platter.
I looked up at her, feigning confusion, as she scowled, knowing full well what I now wanted from her.
"Please Scott, let me please you, sir," she said. The sir was a nice touch if it hadn't sounded as if she was being dragged across broken glass when she said it.
"I'm not sure; this doesn't seem like something you want for yourself," I said, smiling smugly.
"Oh no, brother, I want to serve you. I do." She whispered as she pulled back the sheet covering my morning glory, the tent surely having given it away. Maybe not. As she gasped so sweetly, I almost forgot what a bitch she was, standing there naked before me.
I looked at her then, my cock twitched, with an 'it's not going to suck itself' look on my face, if such a look existed; if not, it definitely should!
She slowly stroked my cock, pumping it up and down, watching my face for any sign. When I licked my lips, she dropped to her knees, licking only the head so lightly that I was going insane. I stroked her cheek tenderly as she gulped before taking me into her mouth. Oh my fucking god! It was almost enough to turn this cynical atheist to the big man himself, because, fuck me sideways, she felt heavenly; to me, this was an experience.
A noise outside in the hallway had her jerk back, standing up and closing her robe, her eyes going wide, as a firm hand knocked on my door.
"Scott," my dad called out.
"Fuck off!" I eloquently replied.
"We need to talk; it's about the case, son, and there's been some bad news!" I could hear the smile in his nasal voice.
"Fuck off!" I repeated it just as eloquently as the first time.
"Now you listen..." was his response before I interrupted him.
"No, you listen, Dad," I said, my voice sugar-sweet. "I could give two fucks what your lackeys say."
As Susan slipped into my bathroom, he burst in with Mellisa my evil Stepmother, and I jumped up, my firm cock swinging in the breeze. Mellisa couldn't take her eyes off my hard young cock, weighing in at a solid seven to eight inches long with a girth I was particularly proud of.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Cover yourself up." Dad cried out, shooting evil glares at an entranced Mellisa who was openly staring.
"I didn't invite you in, so no, fuck off!" I said, squaring my considerably well-muscled shoulders. Just then, Janie came in to see what the commotion was.
"Oh my God!" She cried out, taking in my muscles, six-pack, v-shaped swimmer's torso, and my swollen twitching hard cock!
Susan and I had a shared bathroom; she must have unlocked it somehow, as she now appeared dressed behind everyone in the hallway.
"Why are we all staring at Scott's impressive muscles and, whoah, his hard cock?" She sold her surprise well, as my father gathered them all, trying to herd them outside.
"Put some fucking clothes on!" He snapped.
"Don't worry, perving on your naked son's cock is going into the next court report!" I shouted, trying to hold back my laughter at their now scandalized faces. "Take a picture; why don't you, Mellisa?" I said, laughing, and that finally snapped her eyes away from the obviously more impressive specimen than I'd given it credit for. I was glad Susan had fluffed him for me.
I took my time in the shower before pumping out fifty sit-ups, followed by fifty pushups. Some bar curls prepped my muscles for the walk downstairs, where they were predictably waiting for me.
"What, you didn't get enough of a look this morning?" I declared loudly,
"We need to talk; my lawyer says that lad has a good case," my father whined, as Janie looked anywhere but at my snarling face.
"That's funny; my lawyer says it's bogus bullshit! advising a countersuit against any and all parties involved," I said sweetly, and I let that sink in as I watched them squirm. "How much is Elliot's family home worth? Oh, and I suppose I'll need this place valued, as you all put him up to it, after all."
Their exploded acts of outrage were fucking hysterical as their wide eyes searched each other for clues on what to do next.
"You can't poss..." my dad managed, as I interrupted him,
"Of course, I can; I know it was you, you useless prick, and I'm betting I can prove it too. Grandfather agrees with me; he's more than willing to put up the lawyer's fees as he sees you in the same light as I do." My father visibly wilted at that, and Mellisa looked around frantically.
"When I prove what happened, you all realize blackmail, especially premeditated attempts like this, is federal, yes?" I dropped that bomb as I left, winking at them and walking away smiling.
I'd left my dictaphone behind the picture on the table by the dining room, a small act of sleight of hand. It would feed everything they said straight to the cloud. Fuck me, they were making it too easy! I actually whistled as I walked to school. I usually fucking hated walking, the sisters got to drive a car my dad had bought them while he enjoyed making me walk.
At this rate, I'd own his fucking house while he was in jail or living on the streets, for all I cared. Yes, while it hurt that I couldn't trust Janie as I'd thought, this failed plan was spectacular for me.
Susan grabbed me as I walked into school, and she said, "What the fuck! I thought we had a deal?" She hissed.
"Whatever are you talking about, sister dearest?" I laughed at her annoyed face.
"You practically said you had proof!" she hissed, getting even more annoyed the longer this went on.
"No, I said, I could prove what you all did to me; you didn't think you were the only weak link, did you?" I said quietly, laughing as she looked so confused.
"Then why should I keep sucking your cock?" She hissed again, a triple hiss.
"Well, judging by the looks of all the women in the house this morning, everyone wants to anyway," I said, smirking, as she blushed a deep shade of red.
"Fine, you looked fucking hot, all muscles, a six-pack, and a throbbing cock!" she admitted, as she breathed heavily.
"So why shouldn't I just use your little confession?" I asked, teasing her now.
"It's not my fault we were interrupted!" She whined, "Please, we have a deal."
"Really? Well, meet me at Motel Six this afternoon at three, then," I said curtly as I walked away.
"I can't have a cheerleading practice," she called after me.
"No worries, I'll just use the time to make a few calls," I said, smiling.
"Fine!" she huffed, "but if I come, you won't use my confession against me?" She asked,
"Absolutely Not! Nor will I if you aren't there, dear sister. As we both know, blackmail is a serious federal offence. I'd hate to think you believe me capable of such a thing. I mean, even accomplices will be jailed." I said loudly, looking around as two of her cheerleader friends stood terrified, like rabbits caught in the headlights. I walked off as they rushed over, arguing, allowing me a little chuckle.
I lay in bed, my bed. If she was bringing others in to help her, she'd sealed her fate. To be honest, they all had, as the dictaphone had picked them up, clearly all arguing over whose fault this major fuckup was! It was a done deal now, I'd sent my grandfather and our lawyer a copy of that recording.
My grandfather hated my dad with a vengeance, almost as much as I did. I'd never heard him so happy after he'd spoken to his lawyer over the tape. They'd both agreed I could leave the house anytime I wanted now, as we could legally prove I was in danger over this innocuous little attempt at blackmail. I'd find it funny if Janie hadn't been involved, but she'd made her bed; now she just had to lie in it. Unfortunately for her, it would be a prison bunk.
Susan stormed into my room. I really should lock the fucking door, but truth be told, I'd been waiting for her here, as she was bound to be furious. I mean, she would have turned up at Motel Six to find our room cancelled without any explanation.
"Why the fuck weren't you there?" she asked, yelling furiously.
"What, so your little buddies could jump me or something?" I asked, smiling as she shrank before my eyes, "Did you think I'd miss them in the hallway? I mean, they are kind of hot."
"I-I, I don't know what you mean," she stuttered, utterly useless at this when I'd have thought she'd be an expert.
"Me neither, my little whistleblower," I said, smiling.
"We had a deal!" she whined, stamping her foot.
"Twice! At least Twice, you've tried to fuck me over, and that's without counting the original blackmail attempt, so do me a favour and fuck off! You may as well enjoy the time you have left." I growled out loudly, then smiled as she gasped at that.
"We had a....."
"I Fucking dare you to say deal! You two-timing, backstabbing little bitch," I growled, thoroughly pissed off now. I stood before her and she shrank from five-six to an insignificant ant before me.
"Sorry, sorry, I am, but they're my family," she whined.
"I will want all your stuff gone when they hand me the house, after the conviction, I will sue you All for damages!" I smiled as that one rang true: the little money grabber would miss her money.
"You can't we're family," she said, as the tears fell.
"The fuck we are, family don't set brothers up for this!" I yelled. I was truly pissed off.
As I turned, she ran to the door, locking it. When I turned back, she was taking her clothes off, and playtime was over, she shucked her sweater, followed by her skirt, bra, and panties, as she finally submitted to me. Naked, she dropped to her knees, crawling over to me and pulling my shorts down, revealing my hard, swollen cock as I threw my T-shirt off my body. I was videoing her on my iPhone, and she didn't even argue the point as she stroked my cock, covering him in kisses.
"What are you doing, Susan?" I asked coldly.
She looked me in the eyes. "Sucking your magnificent cock, brother," she said huskily.
"Why, sister dear?" I asked her, smiling now.
"Because I crave your cock, sir," she whispered right into the lens as she swallowed me whole. She spluttered a bit at that, but it was her first attempt after all, so I should give her some leeway.
As she bobbed up and down my length, I could see her making it as an actress, I almost believed she was worshipping my cock of her own accord.
"Now then, pretty sister bitch, stand up and beg me to fuck you," I growled as She went wide-eyed.
"They, they'll hear us," she whispered, panicked.
"Not if you're quiet," I smiled, as she stared in awe at my cock. Did I mention she would make a fucking good actress?
"I won't be quiet with that in me, sir," she whispered, totally submissive now.
I turned my music up quite loud as she looked from me to the speakers and then back again. The kinky bitch smiled.
"Please be gentle, sir; it is my first time, I assure you," she said, more confident now.
"Then your hymen will prove me wrong, no?" I asked,
"No," she sighed. "I have a very active five-inch vibrator, sir."
"I knew you were lying, like the whore they said you were!" I growled, outraged; I'd almost believed her.
"I'm not!" She said, crying, "I'm honestly not!"
"Get out!" I was beyond annoyed at myself.
"No, please," she said, bending over.
I couldn't hold back, as the lying bitch was just too perfect, but I had the sense to put a condom on.
"You don't need that, Scott," she whispered. "I'm a virgin, and I'm on the pill!"
"I've no reason to believe either of those claims," I growled as the tears flowed from her lying, fucking eyes.
I nudged my swollen condom-covered cock along her wet folds. I placed one hand on her hip, holding her tightly. The other I ran across her soaking wet mound, her sweet gasp when I dipped a finger into her was music to my ears. She was beyond wet; I mean, I had no point of reference, but she was dripping down her leg, and still, I couldn't thrust in. Something in my mind believed her, and I couldn't hurt her or ruin both of our first times, as stupid as that made me.
I nudged myself into the entrance to her holy temple; it took way more pressure than I would have thought to reach the lobby. Her now-swollen lips gripped me like a fucking voice. I was afraid to move; it felt like she was gripping the head of my cock with pliers.
I stood still until she eventually rocked back onto me ever so gently, back and forth, rocking us together as I entered her a millimetre at a time.
"Maybe we should stop," I said, trying to pull out.
"Why?" she gasped. "Am I not good enough?" she asked sadly.
"You're so fucking tight; maybe you should wait until someone turns you on," I said. "I don't want to keep hurting you. I may not like you, but I will never willingly hurt you; that's the difference between us," I said. I moaned then as she started rocking back harder, forcing my cock ever deeper into her warm, wet velvet folds.
"Fuck! You're so damn right," I groaned, as it started feeling so very good.
"I want you, you big moron, but I'm not lying; it's my first time, and you're so much bigger than that fucking toy!" She groaned and then gasped sweetly.
I started working myself out as well as in, using her juices to lubricate my cock. As I freed myself up, I edged deeper, harder, and slightly faster, as slow was doing us no good whatsoever!
"God yes!" She cried out, as I plundered her less gently with more depth, she was opening up like the petals of a flower--if you need a fucking crowbar on the flower, that is. But by all the gods, old, new, or forgotten, she was worth it. She loosened her grip slightly, and I found an ever-increasing rhythm, taking us both to heaven by the sound of it. My only problem now was quietening her down, as she was becoming more and more vocal, calling me her newfound god and begging me never to stop.
I grabbed her hair, pulling her to me. As I wrapped a hand around her mouth to muffle her screams, the other hand dropped to her perfect thirty-four D-sized breasts. Cupping, kneading, feeling pinching and twisting, it all felt so very very good.
Suddenly I bottomed out inside her, that or she could take no more; her tunnel of love now felt as if it were gripping my cock again as I thrust into her with wild abandon. Pretty soon I was pulling out only to drive back in again and again. God, I loved her pussy. I don't think I could send this pussy to jail; maybe she should serve her time chained to my bed as if they were the stocks of old, holding her head and arms, leaving her ass and pussy free.
I was driving in and out while squeezing her tits, using her mouth to pull her back onto me as she went limp. My cock was gripped in a vice as she came, and one final thrust saw me fill her with ropes of cum; luckily, I'd worn a condom as I was unsure any known contraceptive could hold these swimmers back.
We slumped together onto my bed; she was a limp rag doll, whimpering with tiny gasps so sweet I was almost hard again. I balled the condom up, making the bin with a clean shot, then I picked her up, wrapping her into an orgasmic ball, and I tucked her into my side. The perfect little spoon.
We woke to a knocking on my door, the music still playing. She looked up at me in awe for the first few moments, until her personality kicked back in as she shot out of bed, pulling her clothes on."Who is it?" I asked as I turned the music down.
"It's Janie; have you seen Susan? I can't find her, but the cars here," she asked.
We looked at each other wide-eyed before clarity returned.
"Why the fuck would I know or care, where your whore sister is?" I growled loudly.
"S-sorry Scott, I just thought..." she whimpered,
"Well don't! You've all given me my way out of here now, with your little innocent act, Janie, so fuck off!" I instantly regretted it as I heard her rush away, crying.
"That was a bit fucking harsh!" Susan hissed!
"What did you want me to do, invite her in for her turn?" I asked as she winced,
"We're not friends; don't forget, you blackmailing bitch!" I growled at her.
She flipped me off as she rushed into the bathroom, closing my door. As she somehow unlocked her side door, I needed a bolt for this side of my door. That became my priority as I dressed, rushing out to Target. Fuck, it was a long fucking walk. I was so over this shit!
"Grandad, Any chance you'd loan me the money for a car?" I asked him. I mean, it was only a month or so until I got my hands on ten million dollars--well, some of it anyway.
"I said I'd buy you a car, but your prick for a father won't allow it, remember," my favourite family member replied.
"Well, with my evidence, he can go fuck himself!" I laughed.
"Language, young man, language," he said as we both laughed, "where are you?"
"On my way to Target to buy a bolt for my door, make that two bolts!" I said, as I thought about it.
"For someone so keen to leave that place, you're suddenly making yourself at home." He laughed, saying, "Meet me at Target, and we will buy you a car."
Fireworks, here we come
reached Target in record time, knowing full well the inquisition I'd face from my grandfather when he arrived, quite rightly too. After all, he had fully supported me through my efforts to leave my father's house as soon as my dear mother had lost her final battle with cancer. The Big C is the one that never loses! You see, as a very successful monetary lawyer, he'd never lost a case either; the only battle we'd both truly ever lost had been my mother's.
It had broken us for a while; I'd never understood when he'd lost his wife, my grandmother, to cancer. I'd been far too young, even though I did remember how upset my mother had been when it had happened. The peach that was my father, had used her death to explain away his first dalliances with infidelity, saying how neglected he had felt, while my mother fought to help my grandmother with cancer, giving her her time and love. Of course, that had only been an excuse for the lying sack of shit to get to stick around; my mother had been the main breadwinner in the household. My dad, being my Dad, hung in there as he needed the financial security.
When we were with Grandfather so often after that, he must have thought all his Christmases had come at once. I recognised the arguments but not the reasons behind them; they came as my mother fell ill much later down the line, and he did everything he could to be needed for a time. Just long enough for her to feel too unwell to be bothered getting rid of the lying, stealing, sack of shit! But I digress.
These are the reasons why my grandfather found it strange I hadn't fled that vile house, bought with my mother's insurance payout, at my earliest convenience.
So I fielded his many questions as honestly as possible; hey, he could smell a lie at fifty yards, let alone my lies! I waited for his condemnation to fall after explaining everything that had happened with the look of a death row inmate.
He surprised me then when he burst out laughing.
"What, it couldn't happen to a nicer family?" he said, the sarcasm as thick as the toast he'd made me since I was little.
"You're not mad?" I was shocked to my very core at his reaction.
"Mad, mad? Why would I be mad, my dear boy? You're all I have left; I'm not going to lose my mind over some revenge, even if you are taking an unexpected route to get it!" He laughed again at my guilty expression and red face.
"Stop worrying so much, Scott. It's so late in the day that moving you to another school is pointless, even though I still want you back on the football field for the first game in college! Wasting a God-given talent; that arm of yours should be worshipped, not used to pummel idiots!" He replied, still laughing. He'd never liked the fact I'd been pushed off the team, and he'd hated me training in mixed martial arts.
"Now before you get lost in that mindful of lust, what car do you want? I mean, the more it pisses off your good-for-nothing, sack of shit sperm donor of a father, the better, but I'd still rather it be something you want to drive," he said. The old softy that he was, he honestly rarely swore; only my father managed to bring that out in him.
"I was going to say Porsche 911, but even if it would give Dad a heart attack, I can't see you letting me have one," I grumbled, smiling, already knowing his answer.
"Damn right, I won't! You can afford to kill yourself later when I'm gone, but I'm not placing a loaded gun in your hand!" He growled, and I understood his reasoning; a car that responsive, that fast, and this young, was not a bright idea.
Of course, I knew this; it was just a strategy to soften him up for my next choice, a much much safer choice.
"A Range Rover Sport," I answered happily. Still so sexy it hurt, but so much safer than the sports car would be.
"Nice try, idiot!" He laughed at my outraged face and said, "Maybe if you hadn't added the sport!"
"Hey now, they are all fast, but the Sport is just the model, meaning it comes in slightly smaller than the big old Range Rover," I explained, my mock outage in place.
"Well..." he started before I interrupted him quickly,
"No, you're right; I can wait another month before grabbing one," I added, smiling deviously.
"Now hang on a minute, I didn't invest your money wisely so you could waste it on fast cars, young man!" He answered he was truly worried this time.
"And you know me well enough by now that, that will never be the case! No, I just think it will be the perfect fit, safe, secure, yet sexy as hell. They have one at the dealership for all to see and drool over. Any time we go that way the looks, the arguments, the friction that car causes between good old Daddy dearest and my sweet, stepmom are fucking priceless. Excuse my French," I added quickly, but I could see his eyes twinkling at the thought of the mayhem It would cause.
"Hmmm, let's go see what they have to say then!" And just like that, we were on our way to the largest dealership in town.
In no way did I allow my hopes to rise; as far as I knew, they were holding it for someone. They were, Unfortunately for that person, they had run into difficulties paying the full asking price, and so their dear little angel, whoever it may be, was about to be severely disappointed!
After quite the wrangling back and forth, lawyers will be lawyers after all, we were the proud owners of a Range Rover Sport Deluxe special edition in black! I would have preferred Matt Black, like the tumbler in Batman, as there was no need to stand out. Yes, I'm saying that while driving my sweet-assed ride to our favourite restaurant to celebrate our taking the next step.
My grandfather was surprisingly supportive of me wanting to take my revenge on our hateful little family. After making sure this was entirely my idea and something I needed to do, he set his brilliant mind to help me shape the next few days. We had a blast, good food, and great conversation as we laughed over a revenge dish; no one would see cumming! Yes, I went there, so sue me like every other idiot in this town. While conspiring sexual deviancy with your grandfather may not be the norm, it damn well should be. We had so much fun, I couldn't wait to move in with him, as soon as I'd wrung every last ounce of revenge possible.
It was quite late when I got home, so no one noticed the new gleaming black beast parked in the driveway. I strode in like I owned the place, ignoring the where have you been? I went straight to my room and started installing the new bolts on my bedroom and bathroom doors. The drill noise drew in the gawkers. Janie and Susan watched from the hallway as my father stormed his way up the stairs, pushed, or, I mean, followed, by Mellisa, the evil, slutty stepmother, hot she most definitely was.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" He whined in as strong a manner as he could manage.
"Well, after I explained you all bursting into my room to stare at my hard, throbbing cock this morning to Grandfather, he decided to have me install these bolts for my safety while sleeping. This is while he makes the appropriate advances to the courts; his grandson's safety is his main concern after all. He does feel that can be construed as a sexual assault against my person, but his lawyer wasn't sure we should call the police just yet!" I replied while smiling, as they all practically fainted.
"What in God's name are you talking about?" Dad screamed, his outrage overshadowed by his embarrassment.
"Please know that my room and person are now being recorded for my safety, while also providing evidence of any further attacks I may suffer," I replied, hamming it up. Both my dad and stepmother were so red in the face that I was excited about the prospects of dual heart attacks.
"You can't be serious!" Mellisa whispered, and each of the individual tears flowing down her face was a sweet victory for me in the pursuit of revenge on my mother's behalf. Her daughters both stood staring at me as if a wild beast were attacking their mother but I had no fucks left to give; let them see what it was like, as I had to.
As I went to close the door, my father pushed against it, nothing really for me to overpower, but I stood watching him, fascinated to see how he'd react.
"I will not have this door bolted; it's a fire hazard," he argued, and while technically correct, he was just fanning the flames, never having learned to pick his battles as my grandfather had taught me.
"That sounds exactly like something a pervert would say!" I answered, the stony-faced serious look taking some doing as the gasps rang out. "Maybe I should call Gramps now and tell him how worried I am for my safety while I sleep!"
Their faces dropped, pained in a way that brought pleasure soaring to my heart. They weren't sorry their son didn't trust them; no, they were distraught at losing their hold over the money I had ready to flood my accounts.
"This is preposterous," Dad replied weakly as I pushed the door shut, laughing as the bolt loudly locked them out. For fuck's sake, if there was a how-to guide on controlling your son, they were ignoring it, every step of the way.
Before I could close off the bathroom I was about to use, Susan proved my point by storming in. She got right into my face, looking up at me defiantly.
"Are you trying to ruin our fucking family?" She screamed, red-faced and wide-eyed.
The shocked look was a classic, as I answered a simple "Yes."
"Why?" She stuttered, her face showing true emotions for once.
"You know why! You, your sister, and your gold-digging whore of a mother have pissed on my mother's ashes since the first second you moved in. You have done everything you can to make my life a misery. Don't think for one minute; I don't know who got me ostracised from the fucking football team I was running. But now you, the architect, have handed me the keys, so I can burn it all down. While your pussy may be sweet, there are holes a plenty, for a rich, good-looking, intelligent man like me!"
Her anger crumpled as she listened to every single word of truth that hit home harder than any punch could.
"Now, get the fuck out of the bathroom; I was already using it! I need a fucking bolt for the joining door, you little pervert! Don't think this conversation isn't recorded either," I growled; it wasn't, I hadn't planned on needing it while using the bathroom, for fucks sake.
She grabbed my arm again, so I twisted hers into mine holding her hand behind her neck. She was completely at my mercy as I dragged her into my room, bolting the bathroom closed behind me.
'Don't you fucking dare..." She started to say,
I hushed her with my hand over her mouth, my other hand released hers as it roved over her fantastic tits. I pulled her T-shirt over her head, leaving just her mouth free to kiss as I pinched and pulled her nipples. Her struggles grew less aggressive; my hand slid inside her pants, and I pulled them down, kicking them off her once they got low enough, so I didn't have to let go of my sweet prize. My fingers found her wet and needy. A soft whine followed by a gasp as my now slick fingers slid in and out of her. Two soon filled her as my thumb rubbed her clit.
I let her hand go, turning her around and pushing her back against the wall. I pulled her T-shirt off but she made no move to cry out or escape. I dropped my shorts, pushing my cock into her as I moved her panties to the side, out of our way. She was almost as tight as yesterday but somehow more welcoming as she opened up, crying out as I filled her on my second forceful thrust.
I covered her mouth and turned the music up to cover her already ecstatic cries. This was fast and furious, though, as I pushed myself into her again and again, pumping my cock as deep as I could go each and every time. It was rapid, brutal sex, almost a battle for supremacy, as her legs closed behind my back, pulling and urging me faster, deeper, harder. Her eyes begged me not to stop.
I was only a few minutes in when I felt the first urge to release; with no condom, it definitely wouldn't be inside, but she was holding me in. She gasped as I broke her hold, pulling out. I grabbed her, turned her around to face the wall and thrust back inside from behind. The battle renewed as I sawed my cock in and out. Tip to stem every single time, full forceful thrusts until a few minutes later she came for the second time, the needy slut gripping my cock as tight as a vice. I pulled out spraying rope after rope of cum onto her perfectly tight little ass. I held her still as I cleaned the cum off her before letting her go. Her legs gave way for a second, but she shrugged me off when I caught her sexy body. She scowled at me and she flipped me off, unbolted the door, and slammed it shut behind her as I slid into bed, sated and knackered.
It was a peace-filled dream, as I had more or less decided to move out. Why risk it all for sex? I had meant it earlier; there was plenty of sex available, especially when the money kicked in, as I knew trust would always be a bridge too far for me, having seen what I'd seen in my short life. So hey, use what you have, right? Good looks and a tremendous body, all while stinking rich, I'd take those odds.
The door banging first thing the next morning filled me with happiness; they'd either spent all night hatching another useless plan or the beast in the drive had been spotted.
I opened the door, loose cotton pants on, sporting my morning wood, something for Mellisa to dream about.
"Whose fucking Range Rover is that?" my father asked, impersonating a growl; it wasn't very manly.
"Mine, do you like?" I replied, laughing as they all stared, waiting for an explanation that wasn't forthcoming. When I went to close the door, he moved closer,
"Well, it's too bad I'm going to have to confiscate it! Now hand over the keys," he said, he was so happy, as Mellisa was giddy at the idea of driving my new baby.
"Sorry, no can do Pops," I replied flippantly, smiling at his confused face.
"You fucking will do, right now!" Was that a vein popping on his forehead?
"Alright, but I'm ringing the cops first, okay?" I informed him, still smiling as I reached for my phone.
"What the fuck..." was all he managed as I went on to explain,
"Well, as it's Grandfather's, he said if anyone tried to confiscate it, to call the cops and report it stolen or hijacked. He did explain all the ways they differed last night before handing me the keys, but it was rather complicated." I explained helpfully, as I watched them both deflate before my very eyes.
"I should probably call him first and ask him; I need to explain how you banned me from protecting myself last night as well. Shit, I may as well pack," I said, smiling happily.
"You're staying fucking here!" he shouted, as manly as possible.
"Well, yes, but, no, I mean the courts take sexual abuse very seriously after all." I smiled again as they went ashen-faced.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" He stuttered, red-faced now, he changed colours at will.
"What, trying to barge in to see my junk as a whole perverted family again this morning?" I asked, "You see that camera there? I'm sure it's picked up how Melissa and the girls haven't taken their eyes from my cock yet."
"What fucking camera?" My dad asked desperately, as they all looked guilty as hell. I hated outing my cameras, but as I was moving anyway, I thought, fuck it, add a little fuel to the fire, so to speak.
"That high-definition one there; there are others; the improper searches it's picked up over the years; man, it even picks up sound. Yeah, your conversations were a little damning, parents, dearest," I sighed. Holding back the laughter was not easy.
"That's, that's, inadmissible in court," Mellisa stuttered, trying anything to not look so guilty.
"Oh, well, as it's automatically backed up to the cloud, we shall soon see, won't we?" I bit my tongue, as I so wanted to ram their guilt down their throats, but no, I'd wait until I was clear of the devious fuckers.
I closed the door on their dejected faces, winking at Susan, as she had an Oh shit moment when she realised I had her confession as well as her sex on that tape as well.
I went through my routine thoroughly this morning; abs, arms, and legs were worked hard, before a shower followed by jeans, a muscle shirt and sneakers. What is the work for if not the looks it earns me?
They were all once again waiting in the dining room for me, calling me in as I tried to skip out. I slipped the dictaphone behind the picture. Fuck, this was becoming a routine.
"We need to talk about some misunderstandings you may have," Mellisa said calmly, obviously no longer trusting my father to deal with the rapidly escalating situation.
"Such as?" I replied politely, with a smile on my good-looking face.
"You seem to think we had something to do with Janie's accident the other day, where you beat that poor boy," she answered, with a straight fucking face, as Janie hid behind Susan, who looked anywhere but toward me.
"Only you could call the molestation of your daughter at the hands of a creep; you put up to it, all to get your grubby, gold-digging hands on my money, an accident," I growled. Yes, I monologued a bit, but you try keeping your temper as they winced as one.
"You have no proof of these wild accusations, and I feel we need to warn you that we will sue for libellous damages when he wins his case, which he will, as Janie has decided to stop defending you and tell the truth!" She sneered as she said the last part, driving home her victory. The look of shock on Susan's face was proof this wasn't premeditated.
"Well, good luck to you all then; I better pack," I answered calmly.
"The hell you will," my father replied, jumping up from the table.
"Well, I doubt I'll need witness protection, but this being a federal case, I don't think the judge will want us living under the same roof," I replied, smiling broadly now.
"What fucking deluded land are you living in? You have no proof!" My dad shouted as Mellisa smiled smugly.
"Don't I?" I asked, wiping those very same smiles off their faces.
"Y-You, you don't, as there isn't any!" Mellisa stuttered, covering for my shocked father, as Susan shrank further.
"Well, to the victor go the spoils," I responded laughing, before I turned deadly serious, my face hard as stone, "because believe me, I will see you All jailed for this!" I headed out to the gleaming black beast of a four-by-four that immediately turned my frown upside down.
The looks I got as I pulled up into the school parking lot were unbelievable, and then Elliot rushed over red-faced, anger steaming from his ears.
"That's my fucking car!" He yelled, my phone was already recording as I got out, "They promised me that fucking car!"
"Who did?" I asked, smiling, as he shut up. So maybe this was the bribe he'd been promised if he set me up.
Dumb fuckers, he would have done it for free; he hated the fact that I was a better baller than him. The fact that his dream as a quarterback had been destroyed by his complete lack of talent only piled on the hatred, as our team was turned into a laughing stock the moment he took over.
"Fuck you!" he spat. "I'll buy my own with your money when I sue you!" he added, trying to win back the crowd that had gathered.
"Not to burst your bubble, but you really shouldn't just believe what the grown-ups tell you," I spoke as if talking to a toddler, which garnered enough laughter to drive him crazy.
"What, w-what do you fucking mean by that?" he asked angrily, spittle flying from his lips.
"Well, my dead mother's millions are locked away until I'm twenty-one; the frankly obscene profits I've garnered from them don't become available until well after I hit eighteen. Meaning all lawsuits filed before said age, get fuck all! Even if you perjure yourself and everyone else you've managed to rope in, it's for cents on the dollar!" I replied laughing, as his friends grew anxious, while the crowd outright laughed at them all."Oh yeah, so how can you afford my car?" he asked angrier now; he hated being laughed at.
"The cars loaned from my grandfather, you know the lawyer, it's in his name, with me as a named driver, I couldn't afford the gas with my family's money all spent on the gold-digging whores!" I answered, bursting into laughter, "You fucked up listening to them; Blackmail is a Federal offence! Meaning all of you perjuring yourselves for the non-existent money, face real jail time, and don't expect any deals as I will be going for the throats of all you lying backstabbing bastards!" I finished in a deep growling voice as they backed away, looking decidedly sick in some cases.
I walked into school as the crowd around me turned on their small-time heroes. I even heard one guy remember when our team won with me leading them. That made my smile brighter.
"Look, you can't send us to jail!" the sisters cried, as they jumped out in front of me.
"Sorry girls, my lawyer has advised me to stay well away from proven liars such as yourselves, before the proceedings," I replied as loudly as I could, while the crowd openly gawked at the hot sisters.
"We had a deal!" Susan hissed as Janie looked at her in shock.
"All that went out of the window, the moment little Miss Innocent Act, Janie here showed her true colours," I growled menacingly.
"I, they, I mean, I..." Janie stuttered, clearly distraught.
"Save it, you're actually worse than her," I sneered. "At least Susan's always been a bitch to my face as well as behind my back; now I know you're always acting, the games up."
I walked away as Janie collapsed sobbing, with Susan uncharacteristically helping her instead of scolding her.
Later that day, I was walking past an empty classroom when I heard a commotion. Looking in, I saw Elliot punch Susan before grabbing Janie by the hair and bending her over a desk, pawing at her skirt, while his friend laughed. I didn't even have time to think before I was inside the door. His idiot friend swung a paw that I patted away, driving my elbow through his nose and shattering it as he fell to the floor. Elliot jumped back away from Janie, looking for a way past me; unfortunately for him, there wasn't one, but Susan jumped in between us.
"Don't do anything stupid!" she cried, wiping blood from her mouth.
I just stood staring at Elliot, my blood boiling, as he went from thug to scared little boy in an instant.
"You attacked us all!" he shouted, looking to the girls to back him up, but when no one did, he continued, "What? He has us for faking the car lot; would you prefer prison?" My phone was already recording; will these idiots ever fucking learn?
Susan sighed as Janie cried, "Sorry Scott, but he's right; we can't let you lock us up!" I was shocked as Janie calmly shook off the second sexual assault; even Susan looked at her in horror.
"He punched me and was going to fuck you!" Susan shouted at Janie.
"Not the way I remember it!" Janie replied defiantly, looking at me furiously.
I just shook my head, saying, "Then let the chips fall where they may." I walked off.
You can only help people so many times.
Susan ran up to me and cried, "She doesn't mean it!"
But I could see that even she didn't believe it as I walked away.
Fuck them all; if they were doubling down, so would I, and I held the winning hand...