The Family Affair

I’d been sucking off my stepdad for about a year.

Every night after my mom left for her shift down at the hospital, that smelly, toothless redneck of hers felt obligated to strip down to his birthday suit and strut around the house daring me not to make eye contact with that long floppy thing of his. When curiosity got the best of me, he was cupping the back of my head feeding me his big cheesy uncut prick along with a nasty torrent of his beer-battered cum. After flushing the last bitters from his sturdy flute, Clint tittered at his mighty handiwork of oyster-white ribbons and pearly globs across my sweet sissy-sissy pregnant face. Sometimes Clint would tell me how pretty I looked with his special brand of Appalachian ointment sprayed all over me, particularly if the rotten son of a bitch scored bullseye into my poor cornea. Most of the time, he’d just bare a humorous grin and marvel through his sauced lenses before barefooting it back into their bedroom. About the time he was good in the room he’d shout back at me like the maid to “clean up the damn mess before the old ball-and-chain makes it back through the door!”

Clint was by no means a looker. He was quite repulsive by every account. It didn’t help that aside from being rail thin and yokel ugly he also had an awful drinking habit which prevented him from steady employment. Over the years, I’d seen my mom let go of far better men for a lot less. Clint apparently was the great exception because he had a muffler of a cock that he knew how to use and was constantly raring to go. For a woman my mom’s age, that’s a fucking treat; for a sissy sissy like me, not so much. Horny guys my age were a dime a dozen. Of course, none of those bastards were totally interested in settling down like Clint and men his age, but if there were a voided space to drill, they were right there. They were like diehard meth heads when it came to a hole. If a new brand showed up on the market, they were eager to try it. And if the guys swore to his numbskull friends he was any kind of extraordinary smooth talker, then they’d try to start a lineup on whoever just so their boys could get in on the action, too. While most receivers pretended to be offended by the premise of a wolf pack several of them got off on the idea. The lone cunt being the center of attention for a group of guys desperate to want to be used by those very guys as badly as those studs wanted to use them. The tragedy of this story was once the chase was done and the ravage over with so was the slut. Some owned their new reputation as being the town whore as the remorseful disappeared quietly into the night never to be heard from again. Those that were pariahs to begin with constantly got trashed and became fair game for any cocksman with a hard-on. Who gets over being known as the whore that got peed on? The sleazy slut who took a sole to the face while getting pumped with a molting hot load? The one who pulled a train with a bunch of hobos or the one who gave free home delivery blowjobs when they’re itching for their next get high, that’s who.

It would be easy to think I’m far better off than most of those dumb bitches. But I’m not. I’m sure with the right amount of lonely and horny, I could’ve taken on the local baseball team and have them tire of my sissy-pussy before I tired of them. Thank goodness for Pete.

Pete was Clint’s boy, who’d started circling around the house a couple of years after his dad married my mom. Clint never even mentioned Pete until my mom got on him about doing some much needed repairs around the house. As usual, to avoid doing any sort of work outside of flushing his pipes, Clint talked up his estranged son who’d once made a decent living as a carpenter before worked dried up and forced him to go steady in the local quarry. While my mom’s eyes lit with promise orchestrating this great family reunion between estranged father and son, once her stepson caught a glimpse of my sissy ass in my low-cut and short-shorts he forgot all about Dear Old Dad. Although I was a fan of this newfound attention I was garnering from him, I wasn’t interested in him like that. Not in a not-interested-interested sort of way that makes romance stories enjoyable. I honestly wasn’t that interested in Pete. He was big and cute in a Shrek-meets-Porky Pig sort of way. I grew up on a diet of my mom’s romance novels that vowed my Prince Charming would step into a room and my sissy-pussy would quiver. One day, while working on the house, Pete whizzed by me and completely ignored me. When I tried to get his attention like I had been, to feed my ego, he brushed me off. When I told Pete he was being an ass, he told me not sucking his dick was an insult and threatened to use me as a human fuck toy if I didn’t stay out of his goddamn way. Sweet Pete. The more the big brute talked to me this way the more enraged I became. The more enraged I became the more intrigued I became. Not my head or my heart, but my sissy-pussy. It quaked. It throbbed for Shrek and Porky Pig’s lovechild letting me know that my virgin sissy-pussy was in for some ogre bacon. Before long, Pete was tapping on my bedroom window over the night with his sausage-like fingers charming me to do whatever he wanted me to do for him.

I felt rather stupid blowing off the big lug. The first handful of times, I kept asking myself how I end up in such a position, in the backyard on my knees in front of his big fat cock. Once I accepted this fate as a budding floozie, I also accepted his liquid alabaster semen into my mouth and swallowed. I didn’t know what I was doing. Trying my best to do what I may or may not have seen in a softcore porn once during a sleepover years earlier, but whatever it was, good or bad, it always brought a hefty spew out of him. Like father like son, right? The first time we fucked it could’ve been just as intense, losing my cherry, going from this weird turmoil of ache and ecstasy, if it wasn’t for me spending my downtime balancing myself on his grandma’s vanity tile pushing his thick cum out of me praying I wouldn’t end up in my current predicament.

That was two years ago.

Nine months later, Pete abandoned me to plough another virgin eager for his bait-and-switch line. Then six months to the date, my mom pissed me off one night about being a worthless do-nothing cunt. The following night, still mad, Clint was there with his one-eyed monster staring back at me egging me on. Revenge never tasted so fucking sweet! So here I am a year later, three months pregnant, on my knees cleaning up the mess my peter puffing caused my mom’s husband to make.

I didn’t mind the rotten son of a bitch never putting his face in my sissy-muff. He didn’t do other things like fuck me or even show any interest in doing so; though, I offered many of times. Especially after I learned I was pregnant with his grandchild. (Yeah, I let Pete’s sorry ass dump a few more loads in me whenever he was between girlfriends. I didn’t know this last time would put me in the family way much less be our very last time. As I later learned, I was his final fling before he ran off to elope in Vegas with this other girl he got preggos. And a couple of weeks later, after returning to work, he was killed in an explosion down at the quarry.)

As I debated if I should stir the pot in telling anybody I was pregnant or quietly discard my mistake for the sake of keeping the peace, my mom stumbled upon my prenatal vitamins. And because I never once spoke of having a boyfriend doubled by the fact that no one else knew about me and Clint’s son tripled by the verity that I’m a natural homebody, my mom secretly set up hidden cameras around the house with one capturing me orally servicing my stepdad. So, without ask, she took it upon herself to confirm that he was the father of my unborn child.

“Don’t worry, honey. The two of us are going to be just fine. We’re going to be just fine.” My mom comforted as she drove into downtown.

I wanted to tell her everything, about me and Pete, but after she ran with her crazy idea that none of this was my fault and her no-good husband had been “taken advantage of me” throughout their marriage, I couldn’t find my nerve. If I did, it wasn’t like Clint and I could ever come back from what we did. It wasn’t like my mom was going to take him back with open arms if I told her our thing had only being going on for a year. Hey! Maybe she could find a good man that’ll work this time? Why step in the way of progress?

The surprising downside of progress was that she was sending me out to the middle of nowhere to live with my estranged father Snake and his latest bimbo girlfriend out in Idaho while she filed for divorce. “Once I get this cleared, I’m going to bring you back to put that no-good son-of-a-bitch on child support once the baby is due.” I wanted badly to object to my uprooting, lay it on thick for my reasons to stay because this was my first baby and the comforts of home and all, but I didn’t. Even if I could swallow the truth forever or finally spill my guts in a tearful plea, I’d be out on my ass anyhow. Yes, Mom, I’ve been sucking off Clint, but only for the past year. I know he’s your husband, Mom. I was waiting at the reception after the two of you got married. Yes, I know I’m a fucking tramp for blowing off my stepdad. But no, he isn’t the father of my unborn child. He’s just a close relative to the child being he’s the granddad. Yes, I know Pete is technically my stepbrother. He and I aren’t related, Mom. We didn’t know a damn thing about him until a couple of years after you guys were married. Yes, Mom, I know I’m fucking white trash! First for being a sissy, then for being a sissy who got tag teamed by a father and son, and then being one of the few sissies around here dumb enough to get pregnant. And yes, I know this complicates things for you because one is your husband and the other is your stepson. Bitch?! Mom, bitch?! It takes one to know one! I wasn’t the thirty-five-year-old with three kids who thought it was okay to get knocked up by a teenage boy, you stupid cunt!

This way, at least, I had a bed to look forward to lie in once I got to this placed called White Bird.

As I stirred with guilt climbing aboard the Greyhound bus leaving behind everything I’d done, it turned out to be one of the best decisions I’d ever made!

Snake was never a major part of my upbringing. He had always been somewhere else, usually hanging tight with his motorcycle gang whenever they chose to set up shop for a while. From what I’d been told, Snake hadn’t always been the wild, long-haired renegade I’d come to see every few years or so ago. People say when he first came into town, he was clean cut wearing a pressed white shirt and a striped tie. He was hellbent on breaking free from debauched birthright by dedicating his life to Christ. He was doing missionary work with his sister church when he was tempted by an older seductress who just happened to be my mother. At the time, the old broad was shacking up with this other piece of trailer trash that’d seeded her with three kids with a firm promise never to marry her. Snake comforted her. And after he put one in her, Snake married her just before Junior was born. As Snake admitted himself over the years, he knew the marriage was doomed from the start, but he was an eager beaver to do right by her and the child. Mom popped out three more in his favor hoping he’d stick around. When he looked around at the dirty house crawling with kids half his and half ain’t waiting around on the welfare check to arrive in the mail, he figured this wasn’t the life for him. As my mom was a fan of telling me, he corked me in before he took bitch on a motorcycle behind some burly biker he called his dad.

When I got off the bus, I was pleasantly surprised to find Snake standing there waiting. I was more than positive that once I arrived in town I would have to search high and low to find someone to take me over to his place in White Bird. But there he was, almost unrecognizable from the overweight ogre I’d come to love from afar. His strawberry blond cut boy-scout short; his long artistic beard shave clean off his jaw line. It was as I looked at him I could see the slight hints of the teenage boy I’d heard so much about in the years before I came along. There he was standing before me, six-one, in his early forties, in a cutout plaid shirt and weathered jeans looking well from the rugged scars of his previous life.

“Samee!” Snake greeted me fatherly in his rich deep voice, hugging me with his brawny strength.

I was startled. I couldn’t move.

He was far more put together than I remembered, and as soon as I inhaled his musky outdoorsmen scent, I was immediately turned on. Hurled back to the memories of working over my stepbrother heavily caked in sweat and sawdust working on the house. Then as Snake brought me into him, I felt his bulge and curiously pondered…This isn’t just some man, Samee. This is your father for Christ sakes! I shook out of my perverted notions, though my sissy-pussy steadily throbbed and produced its juices. Once I recovered, I nearly lost myself when he slid his big paw over mine to grab my suitcase. Daddy. The spark was electric. I was able to hold back, but everything in me wanted to crane my neck and kiss him like I wanted to kiss the father of my child before he coldly told me that sluts that take it right in the kisser couldn’t taste his lips.

“Hello.” I sighed to both exchanges, feeling like I was saying so much more than I really wanted to let on.

A brief tour of his sleepy town later, we headed north on the hooking road in his new pickup truck. A few turnoffs more, we were on this wide flat land nestled against the mountain before we pulled up to this small brick house he’d called home for the past couple of years. When we made our way through the door, Snake called for his girlfriend, whom he later apologized for not being home when we arrived. “Maybe the cunt is out getting some potpourri for your room or something,” Snake muttered, giving me a nod that in spite of his makeover he was still the hard-ass that used to drop in on me without the homophobic slurs. He then gave me the highlights of his modest home and showed me to my bedroom. “After that long bus ride maybe you feel like making it with the bed for a while.”

I’m not sure how long I was out, but I came too well rested. I enjoyed the long quiet second before my ears were assaulted by the burst of raised voices coming through the walls. “I told your dumb ass to be here when I brought ithome, Gail. Where the fuck you run off too!” Snake shouted. Gail screeched something and then trailed off even further down the hall and behind a slammed door nearby. The two of them went back and forth on this for a while in an adjacent room before things quieted back down. Kissing ensued followed by someone bouncing on the bed, perhaps him tossing her on the bed before the bed squeaked loudly with his weight as well.  His mouth loudly covered hers. She whimpered. He begged her to “c’mon” and she pleaded for him to stop. Something else was said by her, before he said, “I don’t give a fuck if my pregnant son-daughter is in the next room or not. You got some good pussy, baby doll. And my cock’s got a hankering!”

Gail fought him for a while, putting forth her best argument. Like every night thereafter she eventually gave in, and their passionate lovemaking boomed through the walls, carrying throughout the house, echoing down the sparse street for the neighbors to hear as well.

When I finally laid eyes on the woman my father fucked for two hours straight the night before, the next morning, Gail was everything I expected her to be: young and ravenous. The only thing I had wrong about the beauty was that she wasn’t blond or pale like the rest of the mountain women I’d seen in passing. Nevertheless, she was still a bombshell: A swarthy brunette with piercing blue eyes with more tits and ass than I could ever hope for. “I get it.” I quietly conceded stuffing my face with the fluffy scrambled eggs she sat before me.

It was my given nature to hate the bitch to bits, being that she was the woman my father straightened his life out for. Doubled by the fact she seemed to be the sole beneficiary of his gargantuan change. She was so damn sweet and charming and gracious it was hard for me to muster up cynical energy towards her and triply hard to buy into it. It could’ve easily been said she was being motherly towards me if she wasn’t two years my junior.

When it was just us around the house, she belonged to me like the little sister I never had. We’d talked for hours on end about every little thing. But when Snake came back through the door after a hard day’s work, she became the little woman he expected her to be catering to his every whim. Some days that meant grabbing him a cold beer as he plunked down on the couch in front of the television, and some days it meant giving him a blowjob while he did those things, honestly not giving a damn if I was right in the room or not. Not including the multiple times he freely mounted her whenever wherever. Man of the house, Snake proudly argued his privilege.

By the third week, I’d become deaf to the headboard banging against the wall every night. So much so I was actually looking forward to the very moment their bed was going to stop pretending that the barrier between our rooms did any good. As pregnancy hormones gripped me with lust and their constant bouts reminding me of the sex I was no longer having, it became crystal clear that listening to the lovebirds over there had to suffice for right now, as the sparse area offered very little opportunity for a casual fuck.

One hot and sweaty night, the thud of him fucking her in a chair stirred me from slumber. Once I got what the annoying echoed sound was, I tried returning to sleep. But I was made painfully aware I was soaking wet from perspiring that I slipped off my overnight shirt and panties. It brought some relief in that instant before I opened the window. It too brought a breeze that dried the damp spot in my bed, but the break wasn’t fully complete until I opened the door out to the hallway, which brought their lovemaking into the bedroom with me.

Slowly, my hand fell behind my panties and I started to play with my perineum. I thought nothing of the troubles I’d currently found myself in, the troubles I had waiting for me on the other side of giving birth. There was no Pete or Clint or Mom or baby inside of me. Perhaps, there was no Idaho or this place or anyone in it either. It was just me coasting off the muffled moans, wishing it was me being taken.

Although I’d fucked three other guys as well, Pete was always the mainstay that came back into mind when I was left alone with my carnal thoughts. Maybe because he was my first or maybe because he was my last, but whenever I thought of a nice hard cock inside of me, I always thought of him. Pete fucking me was just that, fucking. He was strong and aggressive, owning me, and I liked it. But I slightly resented that it was never about me with his as it was about him satisfying his needs and me just being there for the ride. As I flung my panties off my foot to this, thinking about that, thinking about him using me like the human fuck toy he promised, I strangely found myself empathizing with the sissies and girls that got used and tossed aside by these men, now that I was one of them absent of those god-awful stares and hurtful murmurs that followed.

As I pondered having enough money to buy a “massager” from one of those old folk’s catalogs that still came to the house for the previous owner, I was startled to find my father standing in the doorway watching me spread leg.

"Well, well, well,” Snake growled. “I see you made yourself at home.”

I was flushed in dried sweat. The smell of sex rolling from him into the room was pungent and primal as he stood there in a pair of stripped boxers with his leaking cock trying to make its way out of its slit.

Startled, I tried to reach for the blanket to cover myself up, but he and his ogle was over me with his hand on top of mine stopping me.

“You don’t need to do that, dear. I’ve been letting my imagination run wild wondering what you had to offer. I got to say it’s pretty damn nice.”

I was struck by his words. Stunned.

Snake continued. “Your mom told me what you and your stepdad been up to. That he trained you well to put cock between your lips…and those lips, too.” He nodded at my vulnerable sissy-cunt and began again. “My only regret is that he beat me to the punch. That’s more of a father-son-daughter affair.”

I saw something move at his crotch. I looked over and saw the tip of his erect cock peering through the slit waiting for him to stand upright to show me everything that it was.

As he did, Snake guided my hand passed his shaft over to his hefty balls behind his boxers. “Despite fucking Gail like a fucking monster, I still have a lot of breeding in me to do before I’m done. I say with you being in the house maybe that can no longer be a problem for me.”

His sinister grin was insatiable. It scared me, forcing me to relive those repressed thoughts I had when I arrived in town hugging him.

“But I can’t.” I muttered.

He leaned in grabbing the back of my head like Clint used to except to passionately kiss me before sliding his stubbed face over to my ear and whispered. “I don’t give a fuck if we’re blood or not. You got a slot my cock has a hankering for. And according to your trashy mom it ain’t like I can knock you up with an inbred or something right now.”

“No.” I mouthed. “I don’t mean because of that. What if Gail hears us…like I hear the two of you.”

Snake laughed. “Don’t worry about that. Unlike you before tonight, you had no reason to fall asleep. I knock the lights out of that woman in the next room so good that she had no choice but to sleep her way to recovery.”

“What if she catches us? What if she leaves you?” I asked worried, worried that if Gail left him, certainly she was going to leave me too.

“That piece of tail ain’t going nowhere.” Snake confided. “She can run from here over to the Pacific Ocean and back to Billings still not find a rugged cock like mine. She’d been holding her breath knowing that she’d have to share this cock with another fine woman, what better woman than my pregnant sissy of a son.”

I sat in thought, afraid of my next move until it became apparent that my father wasn’t in the same fearful boat as I was.

Snake leaned in and eventually fell on top of me fondling my flat tits with his big rough hands emphatically and kissing my face with his gruff manly lips before his heavy tongue peered down to my sissy-cunt. I was at a loss for words as my sissy-pussy whipped into a terrible frenzy of juices galore.

Just as I thought he was going work his way up and slide his way into me nice and slow, he brusquely flipped me over, brought me back to him by my hips, and mounted me in one smooth stroke. I was speechless as he scraped bottom with his big cock, and yelped as he began to pump vigorously fucking me deeper and harder than the four men that had been there before. I tried my best to get ahold of him with my walls. Snake chuckled at my effort, telling me he wasn’t a fucking liar like any man that had fucked me before. That he was going to fuck me like the bitch I was because my mom was a bitch and her mom before her and that’s how we liked it. He grunted and grumbled as he shot his load, he told me there was more to come.

I left my door open at night so that way when he finished with Gail he could readily come visit me. As I feared every night, he may’ve finally had his fill with the woman before me, he never disappointed me coming into my room and filling me up as well. Sometimes up to three times in one night, always strived to be more daring and inspired than the last fuck.

“Here you go, sweetie.” Gail surprised me with the gift of a pink vibrator on the eve of my third trimester.

She still hadn’t a clue that my sexual needs were being met every night by the same man that met hers every night. It was utterly fascinating to me every time I thought about her not having caught on, though it was far from shocking. True to his word, Snake was the kind of man that could knock a girl out and keep her out for a very long time. The way he fucked recuperation was a necessary evil from the vigorous activity just to go about a regular daily routine much less another romp. I probably got some of the best sleep of my life after fucking my dad, giving a whole new meaning to being tuckered out.

That said Gail’s gift just wasn’t going to cut it. Though, I got her drift since it had been a while since I voiced my need for some cock. I kept up my charade awhile after Snake and I started fucking both out of courtesy and guilt. Soon thereafter, I dropped my charge since there was none to be had.

Being the household was limited to two vehicles and my need to run errands before the baby arrived, Gail took it upon herself to drive Snake’s truck, dropping him off to and from work to do her thing just so I could come and go as I pleased in her car to get to my appointments. Gail was right. White Bird had little to offer in male companionship. Thankfully, my sheer laziness early on in getting with both stepfather and stepson prepared to make do even before it was a sheer necessity. It took a little finagling to get passed the bullshit of small-town pleasantries to get down to the nitty-gritty. Once I did however, I discovered a nice little pocket of suitors that weren’t getting any from their wives or girlfriends. Some of whom were in the family way just like I was. 

How much more of a slut could I be sleeping with my best friend’s boyfriend behind her back?

It wasn’t like I wasn’t being sated at home. Obviously, Snake satisfied me like no other. I hid behind the guise that my sexual relationship with my father couldn’t last forever, though I was addicted to the variety because it was far more than I had, regardless of how good or bad it was–even the vibrator.

I was looking forward to having the house to myself when the time came for Snake and Gail to fly down to Vegas for an extended weekend. The trip was planned well before my arrival, and while it meant a nearly eight-hour trip back and forth I really didn’t view the drive as taxing. Snake was going to drive down to the airport in Boise. I was going to drive back. The reverse when he came back four days later.

I should’ve known my plans were being derailed the moment we made a slight detour to this out-of-the-way place before we headed over to the airport. We pulled up to this modest manufactured home surrounded by piles of motorcycles and open land where these two burly men emerged. One man was built like Snake, only more compact with a gruff look I used to associate with the old Snake. The man behind him was even bigger and broader with a bald head with a shimmering handlebar moustache. Snake and Gail got out of the front seat. Gail spoke briefly to them before crawling into the backseat next to me while our shared lover greeted the men with a bear hug. The three men exchanged a few words before the older one move back into the house as the smallest of the three men moved into the driver’s seat while Snake crawled into the passenger seat.

“I take it the knocked up one is your grand prize, huh, Sam?” The guy said with his hand across Snake’s seat passed me and Gail out of the rear window backing out of the long driveway. “You didn’t have shit to do with it?”

“No, motherfucker, but your incestuous ass just might!”

The man snorted. “I usually get them this pretty after they fucked up their lives when they’re down and out and their other life options look bleak. That’s why I’m waiting on you to fuck up with this one so I can finally go in for the kill.”

Gail looked annoyed. Obviously, he tried to bend his rule a little with her.

“Hey, Samee, do you know who this motherfucker is?”

I shook my head.

“This is your god-awful uncle Teddy. Teddy, you remember Samee?”

Teddy shook his head taking onto the road down to the airport.

“Sure, you do, fella. She came up here to visit Ma and Pa that summer after I was called away.”

“Called away?”

“Called away.”

“Oh! You mean when you went to prison.”

“What did I just say?” Snake growled now that his cover was blown.

“Oh, man. Sorry.”

I injected sweetly. “That was Samson and Sampson that came up that summer, Dad.”

My other two brothers and I were scheduled to come up with them and stay with our grandparents, but my mom wanted to be contrary and made other plans for us.

“Yeah,” Uncle Teddy agreed. “I remember those Sams. I just only heard about your other boy–daughter, but I never laid eyes on him/her. Good thing, though.”

“Why is that?” Snake queried.

“If you think it’s shitty now that your little girl is pregnant by her stepdad, I can imagine the gasket you’d blow if you found out that you were both uncle and grandfather to our kid.”

Both men bawled at the joke.

Gail rolled her eyes and mumbled. “This sick shit is what passes for humor for them.”

I took it as the joke it was meant to be. I wasn’t sure what had her back up until I remembered I came to them under the guise of being pregnant with my stepfather’s kid. So, it was kind of fucked up, from her point of view, I was pregnant with my stepdad’s baby and here my uncle joking about being beaten to the punch. If she only knew that both men were bested by Snake, even though he wasn’t my baby’s father.

As we continued onto the airport for another hour or so I said nothing more in fear of slipping up and saying too much. And as we dropped the couple off to start their long-awaited vacation, I was still a little confused as to the purpose of scooping up Uncle Teddy for this excursion.

“So…are you heading back to White Bird with me or something?” I finally asked Uncle Teddy sitting next to him in the front seat.

“Nah,” Uncle Teddy smiled behind the wheel. “You’re coming back home with me.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t Sam tell you? He didn’t expect you to ride down here with him and then turn around and go back without resting up a spell. Not in your condition. We talked about it a few weeks back and agreed that you’d visit with me and your grandpa for a while. You can give yourself a couple of hours before hitting the road or spend the night or stick around with us while Sam and his bitch are hitting up the slot machines.”

“I guess I can stretch my legs a little bit, but I doubt I can stick around long enough to spend the night.” I argued.

“Why’s that?”

“I wasn’t prepared for sleeping over anywhere.”

“So? We got a tee around the house you can throw on. Anything else, I figured, we can make do or find a way to get. It isn’t like you’re the first pregnant chick we’ve ever come across. First male one, of course.”

I kept my mouth shut thinking about what I had to run back home to White Bird for? Other than the next guy to occupy my time since both Snake and Gail were gone. Maybe I was due for a real rest.

When we pulled back up to the manufactured home the afternoon sun was beginning to make its claim on the day. I gave myself anywhere from two to four hours to catch up with the two men that were my uncle and grandfather before heading back up the road to kick up my heels and do nothing with the rest of my free time.

That was the plan.

About ninety minutes in, I agreed to have lunch with my badass grandfather and crazy uncle and thirty minutes before I was scheduled to leave, I could no longer fight the meal prepared and fell asleep in the comfy recliner.

It was night when I woke up.

I was putting fresh bed sheets on the bed my grandfather courteously gave up for me to turn in for the night when he came in to check on me. He looked at me, leaning against the door with his massive arms folded. I glanced back at him, looking like an older version of both his sons.

“What’re you thinking about kid?”

I started to brush it off and tell him about missing home. Although I had been in White Bird a few months and got used to my surroundings, it never really felt like home. It did not-not feel like home either, but it was just a place I kicked up my heels and got fucked regularly. And with my nightly routine down in Vegas there was no rush to get back to White Bird either as my plethora of usual fucks often filled my days rather than satisfied my needs.

“You,” I worded honestly, perhaps coyly.

“Me?” Grandpa Hurley asked with seductive caution.

“When most people think of their grandpa there is this image of an old man sitting by a crackling fire in a rocking chair that comes to mind. Maybe he’s telling some great fishing or hunting story or explaining the way things ‘used to be’ rather than some guy who looks like he just finished pumping iron out in the prison yard.”

“That’s the way the cookie crumbled I suppose.” He shrugged.

I giggled along with his subtle chuckle.

Much like Snake, Grandpa Hurley also had a long history with the law. Unlike his son, or rather his sons, as it was explained to me after lunch, Grandpa served a twenty-year bid in his youth. He told me he had plenty of time to bulk up in those years and kept up the habit since he spent so many years thereafter living by his own rules, often on the fringes of the laws he broke. After he put his money into his “man gym” (as he liked to call it) working out was a pastime he thoroughly indulged.

“Disappointed?”

“Not in the least.” I smiled.

I wasn’t. For the second time that day I feared if I said something else I might say too much, though. Then, as I drunk in his domineering frame, perhaps, I did with my eyes and then asked. “Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Disappointed–in me,” I presented touching my puffed belly.

“Why would I, dear?”

“C’mon. This is our first-time meeting and to do so under these circumstances can’t be ideal. A pregnant grandson?”

I wouldn’t have been mad if he was. It would explain a lot especially since he never once came up to see me. It would’ve been a nice little motorcycle ride to come visit his son in White Bird, just to lay eyes on me. He never found the time or thought I was worth it, one.

His big brown eyes pierced through me. I would like to think he thought Who am I to judge? but I saw something more in his eyes ogling at me.

“What?” I finally broke my pregnant pause.

“Maybe I had my reasons.” His voice was rich with intent.

“What were those reasons?” I played it off.

“Never mind.” Grandpa Hurley turned around and headed towards the door.

“No wait. I’m sorry. I’m just a little curious, that’s all. I’d hate to think that you don’t approve of me or don’t like me and are forced to keep me around as an unwanted houseguest. I don’t want to make anybody feel uncomfortable, certainly not in their own home while kicking them out of their own bed!”

He turned on his heels. “You can’t make a man feel uncomfortable in his own home, little girl, and least of all me. In fact, I’ve been trying to find a nice way to extend my hospitality to you. Ask you to stay with us while your old man and his old lady are out of town for the weekend so we might catch up.”

“I couldn’t put you out like that.”

“Is that your polite way of saying that you want to get out of this place like a bat out of hell?”

“No, I like it here. It’s different. It’s just that I’m missing my own bed tonight. I couldn’t put you out of yours for three more nights.”

“Nonsense! Think of staying here for the next few days as a test run for you to come live here after your baby is born.”

“Live here?”

“Live out here.” Grandpa Hurley corrected. “I’ve been meaning to buy a bigger home to put on the property maybe a real one, a brick one. What better excuse to go through with it other than to have a place for my granddaughter and great grandson?”

“Why would I want to leave White Bird?”

“What is keeping you there?”

His question confused me. He knew what brought me there in the first place, and who was there. Aside from those obvious facts, White Bird was a do-nothing place, but it had far more to offer than this gulf of nothingness that he called home. There were at least neighbors in sight back there.

The old, muscled moustache man then added, “I’ve visited my son’s home there right after he moved in. Nice place, nice sound community. Theoretically, there isn’t a more perfect place on earth to raise a new family. But unless you’re planning on moving down the street, the three of you are stacked on top of one another in that house. It’s only going to become a pressure cooker once the baby comes into the mix: all-night crying, a man needing to go to work and support his own family. And with Sam and Gail not having nearly the responsibility that awaits them as you’ll have coming up, it wouldn’t really be fair to them.”

“So Snake wants to get rid of me?” I concluded.

Grandpa shook his head. “He doesn’t even know I’m making the offer. If he did, he’d probably kill me. Tell me I was undermining him as a man doing more for his daughter than he was, if you agreed.”

“Why are you making this offer?”

His look lingered. “I have my own selfish reasons. Mostly, I was thinking it would be really nice to have a little woman around here to keep house and with you not working and not having a car of your own, I was thinking I could provide those things in fair exchange. Plus, I don’t see the man who put you in the way circling around anytime soon for you. So I was also thinking I could get a chance at doing things differently this time with this one, you know. Who knows, maybe I could leave the little bastard the gym after I’m gone since my sons already got all that I’m going to give them anyway.”

I spent the next couple of days mulling over his proposal. The more I thought about it the more it made sense. His current home wasn’t in a bad state, though it certainly lacked a femininity to call it a home. And it really wasn’t so much to take care of for room and board, even if he got a larger place for me and the baby. I thought about Snake and Gail, too. Quickly realizing with no money of my own coming in, I was already a drain on them if not more once the baby arrived. Snake hadn’t thought much of me growing up much less sent money down when things got rough. Even now, I was probably just as good as our last fuck to him. And I wasn’t quite sure how long I would be out of commission after I gave birth and if things would go back to being the same. So things could change. I thought about his place and my son roaming his yard. I thought about this place and my son exploring the countless stretch of land his great grandfather laid claim to. Then I thought about my mother coming to retrieve me and leaving all this behind. But with her limited resources, it was the smallest of the three pools I had at my disposal.

I had to think more of me and my son and our future.

I was so lost in this thought I almost missed the undercurrent of flirtation pursuant of my two visiting uncles, Johnny and Billy, early that Saturday evening taking their hand at the grill. It wasn’t something so obvious, at first, since Grandpa and Teddy asked me to refrain from telling them who I was right away, letting them freak out a little about who I was to them along with being with child. Even after the bubble burst, it seemed that the pair of men was still holding back from their true nature. If it wasn’t for them being Snake’s brothers, I could’ve safely assumed it was because I was their nephew-niece or because I was pregnant. But that didn’t stop their brother, and certainly it wasn’t going to throw a wrench in their plans. If I didn’t have so much weighing on me I probably would’ve engaged them like some of the other horny men I’ve crossed paths with in my short time in Idaho.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around, I was ready to call it a night. Grandpa Hurley told me before I’d gone to lay down he and his sons were heading over to the motorcycle club later. He said not to worry if none of them came back anytime soon since he and his boys were usually great about snagging a line of weekend trim. I thought nothing of it, other than he said he was going to do his best to keep quiet when he stumbled back in.

The noise made later that night was enough to stunt my attention, but not enough to stir me awake as I let my mind ease back to sleep. I was just about there, or already there, when I felt like there was someone else in the room with me. I was slow to open my eyes when I saw the two men again in the doorway gazing upon me.

“What’s your name again?” Uncle Johnny asked. “I keep on telling my brother Billy here that it is Sarah, but he insists that it’s Samee just like Snake. I wouldn’t have a problem with that if you didn’t already have a brother named Samson and another one named Sampson and Samuel. Samantha would be overkill with the same line of names, don’t you think?”

“Billy’s right.” I answered, sitting up unafraid and mildly curious.

“Oh, my bad,” Johnny apologized.

“Anything else?”

Billy stumbled into the room. “Yeah. I got a question: Who knocked you up?”

I smiled. Though nearly twice my age, neither man was nearly as smooth as they thought they were making their way into the room and over to me, though their intentions were blindingly clear with the singe of alcohol wrapped around them.

“Come. Sit on down beside me.” I encouraged, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. Both men flanked me, looking like young muscular distorted versions of their father and their other brothers. “You want to feel the baby kick?”

Both Johnny and Billy nodded slowly reaching for the top of my belly through the worn concert tee that their father spared me to sleep in.

“I’m going to let you boys in on a little secret. One I’d never told a soul since all this went down. Can you guys keep a secret?”

“Yeah,” Johnny agreed excitedly, though tried to play it cool in his drunken stupor with his hand finding its place on the bed behind my back.

“Everybody thinks the baby belongs to my stepdad because I got caught sucking his dick, but the father of my child is actually my dead stepbrother, his son.” I confessed, explaining the whole story from beginning to end to their shock. “The crazy thing about being pregnant though is that I went from occasionally craving sex from the men that controlled me to being so horny with these hormones that I want to fuck everything in sight!”

I shared with them some of my adventures since my arrival in White Bird from the first successful guy I snagged at the post office to being taken behind the dumpster at the doctor’s office always careful not to bring up my mainstay, their brother.

Their cocks grew hard with every story told, both glistening with sweat and guilt at the details as they constantly covered and adjusted their bulges. Nervousness finally beaded to the surface when I told them that just before they came into the room I was having this erotic dream about some man finding their way to me.

I thought I got the best of them, either to take care of me like Snake had done on a nightly basis or scram because it was too much for them to take in. I was the one left stunned when the hand behind my back slowly found the top of my crack and the other hand belonging to his brother massaging my inner thigh.   

I puffed out a calm cool breath. Billy began to thumb my wet tip after he found there were no underwear to stop him. His mouth went dynamically for my nipple underneath my shirt. Surely, he was going for the milk that were starting to collect there. Johnny moved forward with his hand playing in my crack. When Billy started to get carried away, Johnny pulled his fingers away and ripped open my shirt from its collar.

“There,” he beamed tossing the threadbare shreds off to the side.

Johnny went for my other tit with his mouth, cupping and folding it. Billy got equally aggressive with his fingering, rubbing the slickness at my tip over my taint to my sissy-pussy. Johnny peeled off his shirt to reveal a haired chest and some tattoos with his smooth tattooed brother doing the same.

I was pushed back into the bed and then made my way on all fours. There was no used in pretending I wasn’t a slut who was pregnant.

I felt a slap come over my ass.

“Usually,” Johnny started off. “I’d leave well enough alone out of respect for the child growing up inside you. But since it sounds like you’ve fucked half of Idaho already and knowing that your dad can’t say no to a fine piece of tail, even if it belongs to his own boy-girl, I figured an uncle or two welcoming you into the fold wouldn’t hurt a great deal.”

“Yeah,” Billy agreed adding his hard hand to my ass. “We’re men just like the rest, you horny whore!”

“Hell, our loads may help lube the little bastard on out of there.” Johnny cackled slapping my ass.

“You’re one sick crazy fuck, bro!” Billy chuckled slapping my ass.

“You want to see crazy, bro? You want to see crazy? Show us your pussy, Samee.”

I reared back opening my legs showing my uncles what I had to offer. I’d been told I had a pretty pink sissy-pussy, so when I heard their smacking lips in accord I beamed with pride as they playfully took turns spanking my ass.

“I can’t speak for you, Billy, but I think we’re in for a sweet ride with this here.”

“You can speak for me, brother. Speak for me!” Billy toyed pushing his long fingers back into me.

Billy popped his fingers out of my sissy-snatch and his were quickly replaced by Johnny, who added his thick padded fingers eager to charm a moan from my throat. Unexpectedly, I hummed.

“This little slut here,” Johnny verbalized stroking my spot. “I guess since I’m the first to make the kitty purr it is only right that I spear her wet puss.”

“Man,” Billy whined. “I was the one that thought about coming in here. I was the one that warmed her up. If I’d known that I would’ve kept her to myself. You didn’t even remember her fucking name!”

“Sluts don’t have a name.” Johnny said pushing into me. “Hey, Slut, do you think you can handle blowing off your Uncle Billy while I have a little more fun with you?”

I nodded desperate for the fuck that awaited me.

“Fine,” Billy pouted making his way onto the bed. “I’ll swim in your fucking leftovers like I always do.”

Billy came around to my front. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of my grandpa’s bedroom, I found Billy’s hard cock staring back at me. I shook. Uncle Billy was blessed with a sizeable cock that made me drool with the stench of stale sweat and urine ever present. His piss slit was deep and fitted the tip of my tongue like a glove. I took his length, and because I had my tonsils removed years ago, I took him deep. Then I pulled him out and began to lick and suck him like my baby’s father instructed me to do over and over again.

“Oh man! This little whore is too much! She wasn’t lying about being a slut. Somebody taught this bitch well. I think you made a bad deal here, Johnny, a very very bad deal!”

Billy sliced into my throat; his huge balls thrusting against my chin. For a brief second, Uncle Billy took my breath away as he relentlessly filled my mouth with his inflated cock.

“Slut!” Billy growled nearly punching a hole through the back of my neck. “I think we finally scored a bitch that knows how to blow! See!”

Johnny circled around. I felt his eyes set upon me and his teeth aglow as I took what his brother gave me with little resistance since my whoredom was confirmed. “I don’t mind getting your sloppy seconds on that end, bro. The night’s quite young. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to do a lot of things with this slut before Pa finds his way back in.”

Shit! Grandpa Hurley!

I wanted to stop.

For the first time ever, I had to think beyond satisfying my next sexual urge. I had to think about me and my unborn baby and what my grandpa would think if he caught me servicing his sons? Would I still have a place to stay?

I still wanted to go through with this, nevertheless. I was too eager and curious as to what these two brothers had to offer over their other brother. There was the added risk of being caught if Grandpa made it home, which made this even more exciting.

If we got caught, I could blame them, I justified, painting the perfect picture of the poor little helpless pregnant young sissy up against two virile horny studs who just happen to be my much stronger older uncles.

“I was just about to say.” Billy barked at my sudden stop before I carried on and he fucked my face with a new iron grip.

“Don’t get mad at our little niece here, Billy. As much fucking she talked about doing in the past, she never mentioned being tag teamed.

I agreed through my muffle. I had never been tag teamed before.

“See,” Johnny persisted. “She’s got to get used to the idea of getting her faced fuck and her pussy reamed all at the same time.”

Shortness of breath started my head to swim. I was suffocating under his grasp as Billy laughed choking me with his cock. Billy released me and I caught my breath. He thought I was going to pull away, itching for a reason to force me back onto his cock. Instead, I woofed down his cock again without ask. I’d sucked off enough guys enough times to know that if I didn’t work hard to milk it while I had the momentum then my efforts would be in vain, and that I would have to start all over again.

I was so focused on Billy I totally forgot about Johnny. Johnny made his way back behind me and grabbed my waist bringing me back to the edge of the bed.

“Oh fuck!” Johnny growled, rushing his rock-solid cock into me as he sank deep in his first stroke.

I screamed on the cock in my mouth. Though I thought I was prepared, there was really no way I could’ve been. His strokes were long and brutal, and my sissy-pussy was stunted and genial.

“Slut’s acting like this is her first screw ever! If it wasn’t for this goddamn keg here I might believe her!” Johnny playfully tapped my full belly.

“Believe the sissy-bitch like a good uncle.” Billy razzed.

“Like a damn good uncle!” Johnny spat cackling sawing roughly into my eager sissy-beaver.

I thought even if I wanted to get out of this I was locked securely into place with cocks skewering me on both ends. I wanted out. Tears swelled my eyes. Sweat stained my frame. I felt raw and sticky and stiff and uncomfortable with my “keg” jumping into my lungs. This was not the held dream of my first threesome. I was promised a sea of licentiousness as the hub and here I was being used like trailer trash for their amusement. I was trash, I reckoned, finally accepting my poor fate after being passed from my stepbrother to be used by my stepfather; dad off to his brothers like white trash in a trailer, no less.

I couldn’t take it anymore! The back and forth; the hard cock wedged in my mouth, my faced shoved deep into its crotch, pubes raked between my teeth. The cock planted firmly in my sissy-twat carrying on like a raging bull. It wasn’t pain, but pressure, a fog that clouded the back of my head that weighed me terribly.

I was ready to give up, though I couldn’t give in despite my best efforts to just let go, go limp, and just be the disposal they needed for me for their impeding seed. If I stopped and said no then, this could’ve gone a number of ways each circling back to me having to revisit this matter again if I planned on living out here…or if they ever decided to take a trip up to White Bird. My uncles were no different than most men, including my father, using me for their enjoyment, not mine, even if I found some by happenstance. They’d already gone this far, they’d argue. What were a few more hearty thrusts between blood relatives?

I was thankful in the end I kept my mouth plugged on Uncle Billy’s cock and didn’t pull off and say a thing.

I felt free of this weird stress once it got so bad that it shattered clearing my mind to take in these sensations rippling throughout me, warming me with pleasure from head to toe.

Finally, I opened up for Uncle Johnny plunging behind me, making his fuck mine, whimpering as I threw back on him as he plunged forward with each lust-filled grunt. My uncertainty before turned into a ravishing appetite I never experienced before, never knew lived inside of me. As many nights I had with Snake stacked against, I’ve never been here before pulling off the cock lodged in my throat to let out this unrefined thing freshly brewing inside of me. 

“Fuck!” I screeched going face down and clenching the sheets.

Johnny growled attempting to keep a steady grip over my damp body. Billy reached down on the bed for my head and shoved it towards his balls for care. I licked and kissed and sucked careful not to clamp down on them since my body was giving into these intense orgasms.

I was on my third one when I squirted hysterically to the amusement of my uncles. I was on my fifth one when the phone rang next to the bed.

“Get it, Billy.” Johnny instructed.

“Hell no! It’s probably Pa calling to check in on us.”

Johnny offered with great certainty. “It ain’t Pa, dumbass!”

“How do you know?”

“Think asshole. He doesn’t even know we’re here! And if he left her going to bed, why would he call to wake her up?”

“Then let it ride to voicemail.”

“Pick up the damn phone, Billy.” Johnny demanded into the third ring, not giving up on his fucking.

“No. Like you said, if Pa isn’t calling then who would be calling this late at night?”

“Who gave you the idea to come over here and check up on this fine slut while Pa ran off with his tramp?”

“Oh,” Billy said, reaching over to grab the cordless phone then paused.

“What’s the matter now?”

“I want to get mine. You already knocked me out of position in getting her trim. I would at least like to get mine before I have to share her with anyone else.”

“That’s not going to happen. You got your cock in her mouth. You’re going to spray a load right where you are. Our pregnant slut is going to make sure of that. Ain’t that right, slut?”

I hummed in Uncle Billy’s crotch.

Between this banter the phone stopped ringing. Billy said if it was who they thought it was, they would call right back, but if it was Grandpa Hurley calling, he might just leave well enough alone.

The phone rang again.

“Answer it.” Johnny demanded.

Billy waited for a second ring. “Hiya, Teddy!”

As Billy and Teddy talked over the phone, Johnny raked his hand through my lengthened hair and guided my head back onto Billy’s cock. Billy then took over grabbing the back of my head and holding it steady while Johnny lunged into me as I pumped against Billy.

The thrusts were meticulously slower, but I was able to concentrate more on the cock in my mouth as the aim was to get him off before Teddy came around and edge him out on the fun.

“Oh shit!” Billy sucked his teeth at my assiduous blowjob. “You were fucking right, Teddy. This slut has been doing every man she could get her hands on. She hadn’t fessed up to doing Big Bro, but I’m quite sure if he hadn’t changed he’s been doing both whores under the same roof every night!”

“What is she doing now?” Teddy could be heard clearly on the other line.

“She’s working to make me blow a wad. Yeah, right now! Right this very minute! Tell Johnny that! He’s taking her from the back. I’m just riding her piehole. Goddamn!”

“What!” Teddy’s question carried over into the room once more.

“She just slipped her tongue in my piss slit. She’s back working the head like a good bitch suppose to. If I didn’t know any better I would think our slutty boy-niece wants this load right in her mouth!”

Johnny added. “I bet if Teddy heard you blow your wad he might get his ass over here and get some of our sloppy seconds!”

“Sounds good to me,” Billy voiced eagerly.

Billy placed the phone near my mouth so his brother could hear me slurp on his cock. I didn’t have to exaggerate as I could be a loud cocksucker over a tasty cock. And Uncle Billy certainly fit the bill.

“Keep going, Samee,” Billy encouraged. “Keep going. I’m starting to boil over. Keep on fucking her like that bro. Let me dump one in her!”

Billy gripped my head tighter, thrusting as his brother started to pick up his pace.

“Fuck!” Billy loaded my mouth with his chilled sperm. He held my head there making sure I took in every drop he had to offer.

Johnny cackled listening to me gurgle against his brother as I swallowed the load flooding my mouth while Billy groaned his relief.

“God, you’re an amazing slut, Samee!” Billy congratulated me before he brought his face down to mine.

I could tell he thought about bring my face up for a kiss, but with my mouth caked with his cream and his brother looking on, I could tell it would’ve been repercussions for him. But I like the way he looked into my eyes and saw me, really saw me other than just some slut that just got him off.

Johnny went back to his wild fucking in my stationary position hammering me like the awful thing that annoyed his cock.

Johnny snatched the phone from Billy.

“You hear that?” Johnny asked as my screeching face went back down to the bed for another overpowering orgasm.

Teddy certainly heard me over the phone along with the loud slapping of thighs bouncing from the walls.

“You smell that, Teddy Boy? If you were here you could smell the sweet sex funk we’ve been cooking with this slut over here!”

Johnny tossed the phone next to my head and began riding me eager to dump his load in me. I whimpered and screamed and fell back again in this revolving crescendo. Not getting used to being used like this, but my body reacting so.

“Scream slut!”

When he was ready to blow, Johnny grabbed my hair and pulled me up towards him. I felt stretched from down there along the sides of my belly as he bowed my back in a very unforgiving manner.

I cried. I felt this uncle grow even bigger than he was and it hurt and it felt good and it felt like something else I had never felt before.

Johnny howled. Johnny came.

Once Teddy arrived, the molten hot lava of cum that was pumped into my sissy-pussy had longed cooled and soaked into my tunnel with its depositor long gone. I was on my back with Billy corking me with the help of the petroleum jelly we found lying around the room.

“You’re just in time to get our sloppy seconds.” Billy beamed proudly. “Get over there!”

Teddy looked over at me looking like a freaking turkey with my legs finding their way around my pregnant belly before he looked over at Johnny naked sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed raising his flask of gin.  

Teddy sat on top of the short dresser at the edge of the bed looking on at me and Billy. Before, Billy was quite gentle, caring even. Now that he had his brother eyeing his every move, he started to get a little more aggressive. Not like Johnny, but closer to that than he was to the uncle who was fucking me earlier.

“Oh fuck!” Billy spat unloading another wad deep inside me.

Billy barely pulled his cock out of my sissy-pussy when Teddy jumped off the dresser to replace him. Teddy proved to be a different animal that both–or all three–of his brothers being sensually rough. A goal, in hindsight, I think Billy was attempting to achieve.

After Teddy came, I crawled deeper into the bed to let them know I was ready to go to sleep. And I did.

It was still dark when I awoke flanked between Billy facing me and a cock poking at my rear belonging to Uncle Teddy.

Teddy whispered in my ear. “I figured since Pa hadn’t made it back we could have a little more fun. We may never know when an opportunity like this will present itself again.”

I said nothing. I slyly draped my leg over his haired one and raised mine to invite him to have his way with me again.

It was interesting to be sluggishly fucked in the quiet of the room by one man while looking at the other staying sound asleep, blood brothers no less. Then Teddy hissed his climax somehow finally stirring up Billy to all that was going on. Billy then took his turn quietly helping himself to my sissy-pussy, and before long I had four loads dumped in me by both men in my holes down there.

We soundly fell back to sleep after that.

I awoke again sometime later between both men before daybreak making my way to the bathroom naked. I had spent so much time with my uncles in that back bedroom I forgot that none of them where the owners of the trailer. So when I opened the door still half-sleep, I was scared out of my wits to find Grandpa Hurley leaning against the doorway in his sleeveless black tee showing off his incredible muscles.

“When I left you home alone, I didn’t expect you to do the robbers.” Grandpa ragged.

“Uh-uh,” I stammered. “I–they–I–

Grandpa Hurley chuckled at my looming tall tale. “I’ll save you the trouble, kid. You can’t help yourself from being loose. You got strong wanton in your blood. You’re a bona fide slut just like your whore of a grandmother.”

“Grandma was a whore?”

“Not professionally. She never got paid for it, I mean. I guess the right word is promiscuous rather than to call her a whore. I remember the first time I got some tail off that bitch. She’d been making plays for me since before she said ‘I Do’ to my dad. She thought after either one of us got into an argument with him that we’d seal the deal behind his back.”

“I take it that you did?” I said, pretending that if I said enough that I could help him forget that I was standing there naked reeking of sweat and cum and sex all deposited there by his three sons.

“Not exactly,” Grandpa Hurley confessed. “One day my father came home from his graveyard shift at the depot to find his blushing bride sprawled out on the kitchen floor ass up. She’d come home drunk with a smile and a noticeable wet spot in her pants. He called me out of my room and told me to fuck the bitch right then and there. Ergo, I did, which eventually brought about your dad.”

“Why?”

“My old man finally pegged her for the tramp she really was. He figured that if every man in town was having a crack at his wife, why not the only other man in his house. And since I was already screwing two of her daughters, their mother was another notch under my belt with the audience of my father watching proudly.”

I laughed, imagining the scene. Since I knew unquestionably who the father of my child was, I had to ask giggling at my trampy grandmother. “So when she found out she was pregnant did she immediately know it was yours?”

“God no!” Grandpa Hurley spat. “The bitch didn’t even know I was even a fucking contender! She was passed out when I got to her, remember? To my father’s satisfaction, she walked around the house terrified for months asking under her breath who the father could be. We thought she would’ve found her way out to the woods to take care of the problem, only for her to act like everything was fine.”

“So how did everything come out? Finding out that he was yours.”

“My old man wasn’t as calloused as he let on. After Sam was born, he convinced himself that Sam looked enough like him to actually be his. But after Sam started growing up, he looked a lot like me and I look enough like my mom’s people for him to know that the boy he thought was his son was actually mine. That and the blood test.”

I chuckled. “Almost sounds like my story except I only fucked the son but never the father.”

“Your mom’s husband isn’t the father of your unborn?”

I shook my head. “His son. My mom ran with the idea of her husband being the father after she caught me on a house surveillance cam sucking him off.”

“Good to know.” Grandpa Hurley seemed satisfied, undoing his belt buckle.

“Wh-what are you doing, Grandpa?” I asked watching him undo his belt and step out of his blue jeans. He had not a stitch of underwear underneath them, but a long fat rubbery cock sprang to life before my very eyes.

“Getting my just due,” he said calmly. “Unlike my sons in there, I was going to be more of a gentleman and wait until you passed your bundle of joy before I laid out the conditions of your living here long term.”

“Which are?” I asked in muffled excitement. It never occurred to me until then that with his sons so willing to fuck me that he might as well.

“Cooking, cleaning, and heavily servicing my cock whenever I want or need for it to be while you stay in your feminine.”

I reached out and massaged his enormous cock. “I guess that’s a fair rule of the house.”

“Rule of the house: If you stay here, I always get first dibs.”

I dropped to my knees in front of my grandfather. “That goes without a shadow of a doubt, sir.”