Lots of sex...for everyone else.

Author's note: I want to thank Dansak for helping me out with this chapter and the next.

I remember Dr. Tully saying that the rest of my family had made bad choices, up until now I thought she just meant Gregg and Tammy, but I realized she meant Megan too. I may not like it or agree with it but I had to keep telling my self this is the choice mom made. No, this is the choice Megan made.

“Hey Gwen, how you doing?” Said Tom and then tongued Megan without waiting for an answer.

“Oh I’m living the fucking dream, Tom,” I said.

We all sat down and listened while Tom droned on about some shit or other at the office, all the time his hands were all over Megan, who looked uncomfortable but at the same time was encouraging him with her own body language. Tom rested his hands on the inside of his thigh and was rubbing it. Greg was watching Tom and Megan intently, I presumed he was perving at Megan. Then the doorbell went, Tammy flew out of her chair towards the door saying “Time for Momma to have some fun”

The friends that Tammy had invited over were two couples, one of whom she had not met before. We were introduced, the friends Tammy ‘knew’ were Tina, she was around 40, long jet black hair, nose piercing and tattoos on her arms and a small one on her neck of a dove. She had a denim mini skirt on that was ridiculously short and black Guns n Roses t-shirt. She had huge breasts and a curvy, larger figure. In her day I’d say she was probably drop-dead gorgeous, but ‘her day’ was around 1985 by the look of it. Everything had gone south for the winter but nobody told her, she looked like a cross between Cindy Crawford and meatloaf, and not in a good way. Her husband Brad was a plumber. How do I know this? Because he’s wearing a t-shirt that says ‘Brad Newman Plumbing…Laying Pipe to Please’.

I bet he thought that was very funny.

Other than the hilarious t-shirt and middle-aged spread he had a New York Yankees baseball cap on and jeans, he could have come from work by the look of him, he was around 45, greying hair and stubble, and oddly small ears.

The other couples were Andy and Mandy (I kid you not, Andy and fucking Mandy). He was about six feet, wearing the world's worst suit, light blue, far too big for his skinny frame. He was bald on top but not around the sides and wore thick-rimmed glasses, a black shirt open halfway showing off the world's worst birdchest to complete his look. I was not surprised to learn he was a used car salesman. For a moment I presumed that Mr. Ford Mustang, as his lapel pin said, was single and thus was **** to hire the cheapest whore he could find at short notice. To my astonishment, she was his wife. Mandy was around 5’8” skinny as a rail, but in her ridiculous high platform hooker heels she was at least 6’4” and towered over everyone else. She had a small black lycra mini skirt on and a pink vest top that was not doing a good job of containing her very large breasts. Which weirdly I wanted to suck. I shook the picture out of my mind.

I immediately hated them all, especially both the men who were leering at me and Megan. When Tom had finished showing off and grabbing Megan's ass in front of them Tammy took them upstairs for a tour of the house, the unusually quiet Gregg followed them upstairs. I presumed we’d not see them for a while. As soon as they disappeared Tom swept Megan up in his arms and carried her over to the couch.

“Come on Baby, let’s show ‘em what real lovin is,” he said. I could see Megan Cringe but then she kissed him, it was very confusing. I didn’t want to watching the odd couple on the couch and nor did I want to go to my room and listen to the crazy gang going at it so I retreated to the garden for some peace.

It’s my second day in my new life and already I’m living with the fucking Brady bunch on acid.

Great.

After around twenty minutes I looked in the living room and Tom had taken his top off, he and Megan were making out like teenagers on the couch and getting very steamy. Then the others came downstairs. Tammy at some point had lost dress and was naked again save for the hookers heels she was now wearing that matched Tina’s. The others were unchanged save for Greg who had lost his shorts.

He looked stupid enough with the porn stash, but now he was naked from the waist down, but the cherry on top was his cock cage. Yep, a full-on shiny new metal cage. Even the pity I felt didn’t stop me laughing out loud. I would have felt guilty but this was his choice, so I carried on laughing at him. Tom and Megan stayed where they were, and doing what they were doing, but Megan was slowing him down, or trying to. Tammy took the two couples and Gregg out to the patio to spoil my peace.

“So then ‘Petal’, are you ready for your flower!” Laughed Tammy who was carrying a long-stemmed red rose.

Oh god, what’s she going to do? I thought.

Tammy had Gregg bend over and she pushed the stem of the rose in his butt. The others all roared with laughter as Gregg just stood and took it, he didn’t even have the guts to protest. At least he looked ashamed, which was probably the point.

‘They chose this Gwen’ I told myself.

I never heard the buzzer or siren but they all must have because as if on some sort of cue they jumped each other. Tammy sunk to her knees and blew Brad while his Mrs. Meatloaf whipped her clothes off in record time. Tammy was then presented with a Greg’s cock cage…

“Please Tammy” He said, she laughed, slapped the cage and said, “No, be a good sissy and do as you’re told”.

Greg had been completed cuckolded. Within minutes Tammy was being spit-roasted over the table, then swapped with Tina and then Mandy. The dumb sluts were literally queuing up to be roasted by Super Mario and Ron Burgundy. Just as I decided it was time for me to to go inside Tom and Megan came out. Megan was naked from the waist up but was covering her breasts with her hands.

‘Are you ok?’ I mouthed to her

‘yes,’ she mouthed back.

Whatever.

“Hey baby, let the girls out to play” Said Tom taking Megan's hands off her breasts. She never tried to stop him, she just stood there going red. Tom's problem was that he had clearly been upstaged and could not find the limelight.

“come on baby” He tried to undo Megan's shorts off but she protested,

“Tom lets go upstairs, I’ll do all the things you like?”

My gag reflex was doing overtime.

“Hey, did you hear that? My baby’s gonna take it in the butt”

“Tom!”Megan said as a small smile crept on her face.

After a few minutes of Tom sticking his tongue in Megan's ear (how the fuck did that turn her on I don’t know but evidently it did), Megan herself took the rest of her clothes off. Tom took Megan to the roasting table and sat her on it, then roughly turned her over and took his Chinos off.

“Oh, yeah…that's my little girl, huh? You want it…”

“Yes big daddy, I want it,” Megan said, which shocked the hell out of me and pissed me off all at once. Tom lined all the others around him in a semi-circle to watch his ‘show’ and slid his cock in Megan’s vagina.

“Pussy first baby, then the ass,” he said and slapped her butt. They all stood there for a couple minutes watching Megan get fucked. They actually talked to each other for a little while. What the fuck was going on.

I’d had enough of watching the Brady Bunch do porn and went upstairs to my room. Tammy and Greg could do what the fuck they want, but Megan?…she was different. I wanted her to be up here with me hiding from the freak show, not the fucking center of it.

They chose this. Megan chose this. I chose this.

Oh dear god wake me up from this fucking nightmare.