James is not nice about it.

James really had to stop and think about this one. Russell was the worst of this family that he hated. Russell beat him up every day for years. In all honesty, there was a small part of James that wanted to see Russell die horribly. In fact...

"Russell, your head explodes... now," James said, snapping his fingers.

POP!

Oh, shit that was gross. The Kirkhearts screamed, (besides Russell, of course.) "Everyone else forget, everything rewinds to what it was 30 second ago!" Everything went back to what it was. Russell was standing there in a Y-pose at the end of his cheer, and no one was screaming. James didn't have any of Russell's brain on his face anymore.

Alright, not doing that again, James thought to himself, Using my powers for sex and shenanigans is way more fun than ultraviolence. Still, he needed to do something to Russell and he didn't want to do anything that had James's dick go into Russell Kirkheart. What was something that Russell would hate that wasn't necessarily a violent demise? Russel was always pretty homophobic, calling James a fag whenever he ran away rather than get beat up. And when Aaron Hofstra came out in middle school, Russell tormented that kid nearly as much as he tormented James, which was impressive merely because James was so much closer and easier to get to.

James then started to think of his great-uncle, Barty. He was a "life-long confirmed bachelor" and he lived with "longtime friend and companion," Ted. When Ted passed away, Great-Uncle Bart was really sad, and really lonely.

"Great, you're dressed for your new job!"

"New job? You mean the new one I got at the butcher shop?" Russell said, shaking his pom-poms.

"No, no, no," James shook his hand, "You got fired for putting cold cuts down your pants. The only job you can get now is as a prostitute for gay seniors. You hang around retirement homes and give old men a thrill. Mostly, I imagine you're a **** and needy bottom for 'em, but you'll do anything that those old guys will ask for."

"What?!" Rusty said. He knew his wife was a whore at heart, but his son? Russell looked distraught.

"Haha, that's fucking awesome," Molly said, giggling and rubbing her clit, "Can I come watch you work sometime? Guy-on-guy is so fucking hot. So are older guys. Almost as hot as watching mom fuck James."

"Oh, thanks for reminding me," James said, looking down at the MILF sucking his dick. "Here, stand up, and bend over for a bit." He lined himself behind Mrs. Kirkheart and plunged himself into her pussy. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, it felt nice to to lay down some pipe on a woman that had been such a pain in his ass. He sped up. Russell looked down awkwardly at his sister's pristine white tennis shoes that he had jammed his feet into. Monica brayed and bucked. Molly and Rusty continued to jerk themselves off, entranced at the show.

Finally, he felt himself close to the edge, and he pulled himself out. "Turn around, turn around," he said; she didn't actually do anything, it was like some unseen **** just swiveled her around. His massive hog sprayed her in the face. Monica just smiled, eyes closed, her face dripping in his cum. Both Molly and and Rusty came at the sight. Molly even squirted a little. "Rusty, go get one of your nice dress shirts and clean up all the sweat and cum with it."

Molly's legs quivered, but she kept filming. This was so fucking hot. "What about me?" Monica asked, eyes still closed, "Can I be one of your whores?"

"Please, please say yes, I want to see you fuck her again," Molly moaned.

"Uh, it wasn't bad, but I'm not ready to say yes yet. Consider this making it to the first round of callbacks. Come over this evening and I'll 'audition you again."

"Can I come too? Just to watch?" Molly said, "Its so hot to see you fuck my mom. Maybe I could invite some of my friends to watch too?"

"Sure, sure," James said.

"I think I'm gonna try to catch some sleep since its the middle of the night," Russell said morosely, "I've got work tomorrow."

"Make sure you go and put in the buttplug you got in the top drawer of your dresser," James said sweetly, "You know how many of your clients have got just massive, girthly schlongs, Russell. You really have to work your ass and throat to accommodate your clientele."

"Yeah, work fucking sucks," Russell said glumly, as he went back downstairs to his bed. Rusty was back with his shirt and started cleaning up the cum on his wife's face.