Adjusting to the new normal

Melissa stretched languidly. It was Saturday, but that didn't make much difference for her. She had dropped out of school a few months ago. She stretched, and considered changing out of pajama pants and into sweats. So far, her dad had been gingerly suggesting that she look for work. Her step-mom, Illeana, had the good sense to not say anything; THAT would have been a fight. Melissa didn't hate her step-mom, necessarily, but she didn't really want to hear her opinion about Melissa's life.

She really probably should tell her dad the reason she dropped out one of these days. It wasn't fun. (Who would drop out their senior year with only a few credits to go?) Maybe she'd apply for re-admission next year or the year after that. The offices she talked to said that could a possibility. Maybe she'd apply and transfer to the school her younger siblings were in. Maybe she'd try to find an actual career; She needed time to recover and see her next steps.

It didn't really matter if she got up and changed, she pouted. All of her college friends had moved on, graduated and looking for new jobs. None of them were nearby anyways, no one was moving to her boring-ass hometown, not from out east back to California. They didn't live in somewhere glamorous like LA or the Bay Area. And all her friends from high school, most of them had moved out. And since she took a gap year and most of them hadn't, they graduated more than a year ago! They were well onto careers and lives. One of her cheerleading squadmates was already married and pregnant with her first kid! Melissa was nearly 24 and she had no direction, no plan, nothing going for her.

No, not nothing. She was pretty. She knew that. All the women in her family were pretty. Her mom was pretty, Victoria was pretty, Kayla was pretty. Even her step-mom was pretty. Melissa was blessed with a fiery-copper mane of red hair, clear skin, and a perfect smile. She thought that she could be a model if she pursued it. But that seemed scuzzy; she had heard horror stories about that. Girls thinking they were going to be models and being pressured into taking their clothes off for some shitty magazine. Being prodded and poked and guided around like cattle. She didn't want that. She could paint, and draw. She didn't fail out of her graphic design program. She just couldn't do it anymore, not around him. No, she had to focus on the here and now, otherwise she'd be lost at sea.

She tried to summon up emotion about what had happened last night. But truth be told, she enjoyed last night. It was a good meal. It was odd, sure, but could she really get that upset that Kayla had a boyfriend. Kayla was 19 for God's sake. It wasn't like Melissa didn't have dalliances with men. She tried to make herself happy for Kayla, even after her own relationship blowup at school. Based on the sounds they made last night, they seemed to have a real connection.

Melissa stayed laying in bed. There were sounds coming from downstairs. It sounded liked shouting. Melissa strained to hear.

"You are not going out like that, Kayla" her dad shouted, "That is just... not enough clothing! You're dressed like, like, I don't wanna say it but a slut!"

"Danny likes me dressed like this!"

Melissa rolled her eyes. Her dad wasn't going to get anywhere pounding his head against the cement block that was Danny. Somewhere in the pits of her stomach, she knew that Danny had all the cards, and there wasn't any negotiations to be had. If Danny wanted Kayla dressed like a slut, a slut she would be! It would just make everything easier if Daddy would give in, and let Danny and Kayla do what they pleased.

She took off her pajama pants, and decided she'd take a shower this morning. At the very least, it would be something to do. As she passed from her room to the bathroom, she heard a noise coming from Aiden's room. Maybe he gasped? Maybe a grunt? It almost sounded like he was crying.

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Aiden was on the edge of crying. Along with the edge of a couple other things. He went to bed last night with still half a hard-on. He woke up with it even more insistent. He woke up early, much earlier than he intended. The hot steel-hard erection in his pajama pants demanded attention. That was at maybe 5:15 AM. It was now closing in at 10 AM. Good lord, he wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so badly. His balls were aching. The piston-like rod in his pajamas was still just as hard and just as insistent as it was hours ago. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum.

Believe him or not, for a nineteen year old guy, he tried to avoid pornography. That isn't to say he never looked at it. The revelry, the mystique of it all went away when he heard that one of his favorite pornstars had a twin brother. He was a twin brother to Kayla. There was a lot of feminine energy in the Carhart house, even after his mom left. He had two older sisters and a younger twin sister. There was seventeen minutes between him and Kayla. Ever since he heard about the porn star's twin brother, he couldn't really look at porn without wondering if they had a brother or a father or a mother who felt embarrassed about their little girl getting fucked on camera. It drained away any sexiness that there was to be had. Once he had heard about the porn star's twin brother, he really couldn't jack off to porn again. Besides, he had a girlfriend now. Emma. He didn't NEED to use porno anymore.

That isn't to say that he never jacked off though. Aiden was a nineteen year old guy; he was going to jack off. That was inevitable. Its just that, he couldn't jack off to porn. God, he wanted to cum, he needed to cum. His balls ached. He had his phone in his hands. His phone was showing his girlfriend, Emma. She was a studious girl, serious. But a year ago, she went to the beach, and took a couple photos of herself in a red bikini. Emma was a cute girl. She had a nice smile in her photos. Her mom was probably a little upset, at least if she knew about Emma's Instagram. A Chinese-American girl meant a Chinese mom, which probably meant that she disapproved of her daughter posting pictures of herself in a red bikini. It didn't matter though. Aiden was a good boyfriend, which meant he was going to jack off to his girlfriend's picture, not some porno bimbo. It was perfect, his girlfriend had posted some pictures of herself at the beach. She looked hot. He could jack off to them. He wanted to jack off to them. The only problem is that he couldn't come.

Goddamnit, he needed to cum. He kept pulling out his willy. It was so hard. He needed to cum, why couldn't he cum? He just wanted it to release. Spray a white hot load all over his bedsheet. He and Emma, they weren't virgins. Not technically. They had done stuff before. She used her mouth or her hands to get him off. He used his own mouth, went down on her juicy, hairy pussy. She tasted good. He liked going down on her. Sometimes he used his hands, pumping his fingers in and out of her, while his thumb rubbed on the very top of her pussy. She would scream into his neck, once even biting onto his shoulder when he did that, and she would cum. He liked making her cum. It was a cool night with a cool breeze when he had taken her in his Toyota to a point partway up the mountains outside town. They just needed space, away from her mom and Aiden's sisters and step-mom. They were nineteen and in love. He had a condom, and she was on the pill and they loved each other. She climbed on top of him, and gently pushed herself on his erection. He wished he could last longer, but she was SO tight.

He kept jacking off, thinking of that cool night in the mountains with his girlfriend on top of him. God, GOD, he needed to cum. His balls were churning.

"What the fuck are you doing?" his sister Melissa said, opening his door. He couldn't even formulate a response. He NEEDED to cum. He had been jacking off for too goddamn long. He was 6'7 and not a small man, not down there. The first time Emma had blown him, she commented on his size. He was nearly a foot and a half taller than her; she liked that, at their senior prom. She liked that he was bigger than she was, but she was concerned about his prick fitting inside her. It didn't matter that cool night; she had taken him, but he was BIG. It wasn't a bad feeling, she confessed, feeling filled up like that.

Melissa crept closer. She was different than Emma. She had fiery red hair, like their mom, and unlike his other sisters. She was taller than Emma. Bustier than Emma. She wore only a loose grey sleep-shirt and her grey granny-panties. Melissa snatched his phone out of his left hand. "What are you watching?" His other hand snapped to his dick, and started jacking off with both hands.

"Holy crap, are you jacking off to your girlfriend's Instagram page?" Melissa asked in a mocking tone, "You're such a pervert." He jerked his hands back and forth in a synchronous pace. It had been nearly five hours. Longer if he considered his erection from last night. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum. He just couldn't cum yet. "God, Aiden, you can't go around jerking to some girl's Instagram, that's not right. Your girlfriend didn't post herself online in that bikini so you could jack off to her, you pervert. This isn't right." At this point, he really was crying. His balls ached, his schlong hurt.

She paused briefly, putting her own username in the search bar. She pulled up a picture of herself, in a skimpy outfit. "Are you jerking off to the girls you know, you pervert?" Aiden could stare into her cleavage in that short cut green dress; she was dressed for a night on the town. She was... pretty. She was his sister but she was hot, and he needed to cum. "Do you like that, Aiden?" she asked., "You shouldn't be jacking off to me, or your girlfriend, we're not your sluts." She took his phone back away from him. She opened up his browser and went to PornHub. She quickly found the last video that she had watched under the covers. Some MILF video with a teacher getting seduced by her student.

"C'mon, isn't this better, getting off to some slut on the internet? You need a slut, right? You shouldn't jerk your dick to some good girl who's just innocently posting to her friends on Instagram!" She said, raising her left hand over her brother, desperately jacking off. Her right hand reached over. She was in his bed with him, she realized, as her hand touched his cock. Her right hand jerked and teased the very edge of his head of his penis.

He gasped. His right leg shook. He didn't know if it was the porno or his sister's hand on his dick but suddenly he was cumming! Fuck fuck Fuck FUCK! He had been jerking it for so long, hard for so long, the white ropes just gushed out of his poor tortued penis. Some of his load hit the screen. Some messed up the fingers of his patient older sister. Holy cow, holy crap, holy SHIT, it felt so good. He felt like his cum wouldn't stop. The orgasm was just lasting so fucking long. His legs tensed, his toes tensed. His eyes were locked shut. He could feel his sister's breath on his neck. She was breathing faster, he realized. She was getting off on him getting off.

Some of his cum hit the ceiling, he was pretty sure . The rod between his legs was a pop rocket, he was pretty sure. "Ohmigawd, thank you, thank you," he said, jerking his hips back and forth between her fingers.

Melissa was amazed. She felt a little embarrassed. But also, a little bit proud? Her brother obviously and desperately NEEDED to cum. and she was able to help him with that. "Why did I do that?" She said, in a little bit of a daze, "Why'd I touch your dick?" It didn't seem like something she should do. But on the other hand, he seemed happy, and it didn't seem to hurt her. Maybe she should touch her brother's dick, if it meant that he could cum like that.

"Don't... Don't tell anyone that I did that," Melissa said, concerned. She brought up her spermed-up right hand to her face, trying to think. Without even really thinking about it, she licked at the cum on her hand. "Mmmm, that tastes good," she said without thinking. Did Danny visit her in the night before? She could feel some sort of weird pressure in her head.

"Im gonna go take a shower," Melissa said, uncertainly. She put her hand back down to her brother's crotch, and he humped her hand. There was a big smile on his face. "You can shower after I do."

"Okay," he said, contentedly, humping her hand. A little bit more of cum oozed out of his dick. He was happy. She hated to admit it, but Melissa was happy too.

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It was a Saturday afternoon. Victoria was trying to take her mind off of her younger sister's new boyfriend. It was concerning to her, the budding young law student, that she couldn't bring herself to say anything. Danny had told her to shut the fuck up, and she shut the fuck up. She wanted to say something, try to talk to her dad or her step-mom about Kayla and Danny's behavior. It was one thing to be young and dumb; it was quite another to **** something like this on Collin and Illeana. Unlike Melissa, Victoria never had a problem with her step-mom. In fact, she respected her. They had a good relation. She saw how **** and torn apart her dad was after her mom left the five of them. If it weren't for her step-mom, Victoria was pretty sure their family would have fallen apart.

It was because of that that she felt so indignant on her dad and step-mom's behalf. How dare Kayla and Danny try to **** something like this on them? That wasn't right. She just wished she could speak up. Instead, she went downstairs from her room to the living room and put on soccer on ESPN3. Premier League soccer from over the pond. She had played soccer in high school; a normal Saturday afternoon meant watching footy on TV. She was in a grey t-shirt and green sweatpants. She had the same caramel blonde hair as her younger sister Kayla. She was, like every woman in her family, blessed with a generous chest and nice figure. Unlike Kayla, she cut off most her hair, with a closely cropped cut that barely reached past her ears.

She pulled a grey blanket on top of her. Collin and Illeana had many great qualities, but they kept their house at a very cool temperature. Collin insisted that the house's geothermal pump kept the temperature nice and even, but Victoria always felt like it was a little cold in the house.

"There you are," Danny's voice sounded out behind her. She shivered and pulled the blanket tighter to her chest. Danny's voice felt slick and oily. It wormed into her, behind whatever defenses she put up. "Y'know, I realized last night that I told you to shut up and then never told you that you could talk again. Have you said anything since then?"

Victoria tore away from the West Ham United match, and looked behind herself to face the short, androgynous mind controlling boyfriend that her sister had fallen in love with. She shook her head no, tentatively. She hadn't said anything since then.

"Oh, hey, they're playing Everton!" Danny said, not even looking at Victoria. "That's my team. We're not doing great, but... Well, we're not quite in relegation mode yet. Scooch up, I wanna watch this."

Victoria realized that she didn't have to do what he said. If she wanted to keep the couch to herself, she could keep sprawling on the couch. She could get up and leave if she wanted to. She did want to. Why should she watch a football match with a guy who was controlling the minds of her entire family? She didn't move, and stared at Danny defiantly.

Danny's face fell slightly when Victoria didn't move or make space for him. He snapped his fingers twice, "Tori, make space. I'm gonna watch this game with you, and we're going to have fun, okay?"

Whatever resistance had found her, fled. She pushed the blanket off of herself, and she scooted off to the side loveseat of the sectional couch. Plenty of room for Danny to join her. He saddled up next to her, and pulled the blanket on top of both of them. "Everyone in your family is so hot," He said, his stormy grey eyes staring directly into her baby blues, "Don't you feel horny, just all the time?" He snapped his fingers twice.

Her cunt instantly became wet. She felt his fingers dip beneath her sweats. She nodded, biting her lip. God, he felt good between her legs. She threw one leg over him, draping her body over his. One hand was kneading her pussy, the other was on her breast. She had never felt this horny before.

She could feel her baby sister's boyfriend erection rub against her tummy. This felt so wrong. But he was so hard, so big. She felt like a small delicate flower and her sister's boyfriend was so masculine, despite his everything. He was a small, delicate pretty man, but his penis, it was was long and hard and sturdy and so, so masculine. She felt melted into his chest.

"Here, Tori, get on your side. I want to be inside you while we watch Everton win," Danny said. He snapped twice, and she immediately flipped over, and snuggled her butt up against his crotch. His dick was big, so hard, so insistent, she had to have it inside her. "Here, I'll even let you talk again," he said, snapping twice, "Just lay back and stay calm." She instantly felt the honey sweet feeling of calm and serenity wash over her. She could just lay back and let her sister's boyfriend fuck her. It was all good. It was slow, all-consuming, pleasure running up and down her spine as Danny put his passive prick in between her legs.

It was at some point after half-time that her dad came down, and started rooting around the kitchen. He probably couldn't tell what she and Danny were doing. They were underneath the thin grey blanket after all. A slow, content lazy smile spread over her face. Victoria couldn't help it. It may have been slow fucking, but she was so horny and Danny was so fulfilling.

"Victoria," Collin said, coming over to watch the game. He had a yogurt in his hand. "Danny," he said after a moment's pause. Collin didn't really care for soccer. He had watched Victoria's games back in high school, but he didn't fall in love with the game. "Watching soccer, I see?"

He approached even closer to the couch, and saw Victoria's legs twitch beneath the blanket. "Uh, EXCUSE me, but are the two of you--"

"Collin," Danny interrupted with two snaps of his fingers, "Daddy-o, why don't you go upstair, pour that yogurt over your wife's head and leave the two of us alone? We're getting to know each other." Victoria grinded her ass, reveling in the fullness she felt back there against Danny. Without continuing his sentence, Collin shifted on his heel and started going upstairs. It was one thing for his daughter to have a boyfriend, move him inside his house and fuck him in front of him, it was another thing entirely for that boyfriend to fuck an entirely DIFFERENT daughter! He wanted to say something, reprimand Danny or Victoria or anything. But his legs moved in lockstep towards the stairs up to his room.

Tori kept grinding her pelvis against Danny. It felt so fucking good. "Why the fuck did you just do that?" Victoria could hear her step-mother holler. She didn't care.

"I think.... I think I might be in love with you, Danny," Victoria said in a weak voice, turning over to face her baby sister's boyfriend.

"I know, baby, I know," Danny said. Everton just scored to pull ahead. He smirked.