Peyton

Storming through the door was Peyton. Billy had known one of the downsides to his selection was that there was some trouble in paradise within Alexis’s family, but not to what extent. By the look of stony disapproval, he saw on Martha’s face, this type of occurrence wasn’t too uncommon.

“How could you do this?!” accused Peyton, directing all her anger at her mother once she had spotted her. “I swear you’re constantly trying to ruin my life!”

“Young lady, that’s no way to speak to address me. I will not have you using that disrespectful tone!” Martha firmly reprimanded, only raising her voice marginally but still coming across as strongly authoritative.

The atmosphere was tense, each woman staring daggers at the other, unwilling to back down from the ensuing confrontation to come.

Intrigued by the drama unfolding in real-time in front of him, Billy put his bags down, sat back, and enjoyed the show.

“I’ll use whatever tone I like… MAR-THA, when it comes to my allowance. You have no right to steal that money!”

“Watch it, young lady! Martha responded, losing some of her composure for a split second before recovering. “You’re on extremely thin ice when it comes to testing my patience.” Taking some time to calm down, she continued, “If you must know, I withheld some of your allowance this month because you haven’t been performing particularly well at school. Think as motivation to make the necessary improvements.”

“I’m in college now, not a little kid anymore. You have no right to dictate my life when I’m a legal adult with my own agency. You know that Dad left me that money to do with whatever I wanted. So, that money rightfully belongs to me!”

“Your inheritance was put into a trust by father that I have say over. Until you turn 21 and prove to me that you can handle the responsibility of your dad’s immense gift, you will continue to receive your allowance at my discretion.”

“Bullshit! You just want to find any excuse to drill into me that I’m not perfect like Alexis.” Tears started to form in Peyton’s eyes as she carried on her rant. “You sure as hell haven’t cared about me since she stole all the spotlight, so why bother now? Let’s keep things the way they were and stay out of my life!”

Peyton turned on her heels and walked away wiping her face, not allowing Martha the opportunity to chide her with another word for her rude behaviour. Martha had put up a convincing facade of being so self-assured and poised a second ago, but it was like all the strength had left her body, emotionally drained by the exchange. She looked every bit her nearly fifty years of age at that moment: tired, haggard, and confused about what she was supposed to do.

“Could you- take my bags inside? I’m sorry honey for the bother, but I need some time to myself.”

Billy wasn’t happy with being saddled with the task of bringing all the bags inside, but after the wonderful performance of the mother and daughter, it gave him the perfect opportunity to reset, plan his next few schemes, and get a lay of the land. Upon entering, Billy was greeted by a white and black, open-spaced interior that was very minimalist but functional in its design.

When Martha didn’t immediately follow him inside and he saw no sign of anybody else throughout the residence, Billy unceremoniously dumped the bags to the floor, unbothered about keeping up appearances anymore. He was sure one of the maids who he had been spotted about would deal with things.

With a slight rumble, of his stomach he made his way over to the kitchen, almost floating with little self-contained energy as he considered all the possibilities of how he could shape his new kingdom.

Billy opened the fridge to grab something to drink, maybe a snack to eat, longing to taste something good again after a stretch of without being able to do so. However, he was severely disappointed by the selection of choices on hand: bottles of water and containers filled with only health-based options on every shelf.

Scratching his butt in an unladylike fashion, he made a mental to start changing Alexis’s diet for real food since he was taking up long-term residence. Billy was about to close the fridge when something interesting caught his eye. A single green cucumber, amongst the reds, yellows, and oranges of the other vegetables called to him. Suddenly, a naughty thought entered his mind, and in a spur encouraged by an ache in his new loins, he snatched what he desired, heading straight for Alexis’s room, his hunger forgotten for now as a new kind of hunger consumed his thoughts.

Billy rushed up the steps, eager to put Alexis’s body through its paces after the taster he had. Billy wasn’t gay or anything, but he knew down below, his pussy craved to be filled. So logically, he had only naturally selected the correct tool for the job.

Being unfamiliar with which door belonged to Alexis, he accidentally ended up stumbling on Peyton getting undressed.

“Uh, my bad,” Billy said, drinking in her body with thinly veiled lust in his eyes. “I think I might have gotten the wrong room by mistake.”

“Get out! Out!” Peyton screeched at the sudden intrusion, covering up despite being in the presence of her sister.

A bit on the skinner side but not too bad. Billy thought to himself, before taking a final glance and leaving.

He didn’t like the tone that was used with him by Alexis’s bratty sister, but he was sure in time this would change.

After some trial and error, Billy found Alexis’s room. It was quite spacious with a queen-sized bed in the middle, on the other end. A soft carpet tickled his bare feet, as he quickly stripped out of his tennis clothes. The sports bra gave him little hassle, freeing Alexis’s large tear-shaped mounds with a surprising relief of pressure from his chest that almost made him moan out loud with pleasure.

Now directly able to feel them, he gave Alexis’s chest a sensual massage. Focusing on the intense sensations they provided as his body grew wetter, building itself steadily to climax. Billy tweaked his nipples, as the thought strangely bubbled through the haze of his arousal-steeped mind. This set off a mini-orgasm, which ripped a loud cry from his mouth before he could even think to muffle the sound. However, now knowing the potential of what Alexis’s body was capable of, he wanted to take his pleasure to new heights. So, grabbing the cucumber again, Billy found a comfortable position on the bed. The idea of something filling him made him feel slightly apprehensive, causing him to almost change his mind at the last minute. But he steeled his nerves. It helped that he was at the point of arousal that he was willing to try almost anything. So, he brought the member with a shaky to his pussy lips, where he slowly rubbed it back and forth. As Billy’s confidence grew, he managed to find a good rhyme, that had him drooling with pure bliss. Unafraid and ready to overcome the final hurdle, he lubricated the cucumber with his pussy juice before applying pressure to the tip of the head, which caused it to slip inside seamlessly, inch by inch. Billy experienced a range of intense feelings at that moment, but the one thing he most focused on was achieving orgasm. Experimentally, he angled the cucumber at different depths with different speeds and strokes and found a position that had him almost going crossed-eyed with unadulterated delight. After a while, he lost all sense of control, moaning out loud with joy, with little else care in the world except the pleasure. With one final cry of ecstasy, Billy tipped over the edge and orgasmed; the muscles of his vagina forcing out the member, as his brain shut down and he only saw white.