My Treat

This chapter originally written by BiBiComte, minor edits by Samus1001

Crunch.

"Hey, can you pass the ketchup?"

Emily swished her hair per one pertinent stretch of the arm. "Here."

"Thanks, Em." Hazel, currently in only her panties and arm-, shoulder-baring shirt, smiled and took the packet of liquefied tomato, slathering a trail of red over her patty. Once satisfied, she set it aside and smushed the other half of her burger on top of the meaty slice and brought it to her lips, between her teeth.

Chomp.

"Emily, dear," Mrs. Anders finished swallowing a piece of salad, wiping a crumb of bread or two from her exposed, impeccable bosom, "from this day forward, whenever you're getting laid in that new and improved woman-throttle of yours," both eyes twinkled as the buxom woman leaned forward conspiratorially. "Young lady, by the grace of all things holy, you're just going to feel absolutely ripe. You and Hazel are lucky in that sense, you get to experience sex at its finest right out of virginhood. If I knew all about this when I was younger.... It would have been a whole different story during prom night, I'll promise you that."

Through his fish patty, Mr. Anders quirked a brow.

"What?" His loving wife took another fry.

"Hank Buchanan?"

"Yes, Hank Buchanan!"

The man released a half-snort, half-laugh. "Hank was no stretcher."

June held up another fry as she shrugged. "Stories at the time said otherwise. Besides, I wouldn't say you're any better. Especially up against our dearest, packing young stud." She cleared her throat, "Son."

This elicited a mirthful surrender out of the fairly built man. Emily, covered only in her shirt, looked up, excited.

"I know, Aunt June, it's already like a totally new deal down there and I barely had something ramming it like a half hour ago. Like.... I've heard some girls say they'd rather wait it out 'til they're like in their late 20s or something and yeah I admit that's kind of... I was that way too, but shoot. If they saw that thing in Caleb's pants? Those panties would be blasting off quicker than you could say orgasm!"

"Or, you know," the adjacent girl covered her mouth and swallowed, "before they could orgasm."

Emily relegated Hazel a playful nudge. "But yeah," Emily slung her hair back, "Caleb plowed us like a rice field, sheesh! My vag's armed and ready for all the fucks in the world, now." The niece took a quick bite out of her last chicken nugget, chewing it down. "Oh, and guess what?" With a swing of the hand, the phone on her lap was suspended before the rest. "I've just finished editing the video."

"That was quick." Hazel turned, fingers dug into her burger bun. "You going to upload it?"

A toothy grin split Emily's pert cheeks. "Rendering as I speak."

"Well?" Mr. Anders tossed a used napkin onto the table, wiping his hands of stray crumbs. "Let's take a look!"

"Dad! You just want to start up another sex sesh with Mom."

"You know your father so well."

"Ladies! Watching stuff like this is for masturbation! Not intercourse. Right, Emily?" He tugged his brow up at his niece as if she knew exactly what he meant.

The girl didn't quite roll her eyes, but, with a shrewd eye, a slight smirk could be seen at her lips.

It was only a hunch -- what was a hunch but a sweeping, fleeting notion -- but, from somewhere true and trusty within her, she could foresee her YouTube career finally on its way to breakaway success.

All thanks to him.

Upstairs, two lips tinged with a slight curl. Mm. Uh-huh.

Oh yeah.

Caleb Anders tapped against his phone rapidly.

A few moments later:

Sophie: "Srsly? Your own family??"

Sophie: "that's so you! lol. Also isn't **** ILLEGAL?"

Sophie: "on that note. My fam would prolly love to get screwed up their holes by such equipment."

Pause.

Sophie: "Joking, joking"

Another boop directed his attention back to his message list. This time it was from Rachel.

Rachel: "Heya! Down for the movie stil? I think we should see the new SpiderMan, heard its reaaally gud! ;<"

Rachel: "If ur busy tho I completely understand. School sucks amirite?"

Rachel: "(I can help u out on ur hwork if u want, or do it for u just lemme know. k? *heart emoji*)"

At that moment, there on his chair, Caleb brimmed with dark energy. What essentially all repressed teenage horniness amounted to, probably. Hungry almost for the sake of it, his eyes glided across his phone.

Eenie-meenie-minie-mo. Who gets tickets to the Caleb show?

The shine of the screen bounced off his dark brown pupils like Alaskan sky. Just with a hint of swirling, perverse spiral patterns.

Releasing a sharp breath, Hazel cleared her throat. "So did you have to do that... thing with the necklace?" she pushed herself up from her slumped position against the foot of the couch, as her gingerly cousin re-composed her shuddering feet.

"No," shrugged the striving internet teen star, removing one hand from between her legs promptly. "Why, you didn't like it?"

"I didn't say that."

Suddenly, Emily gestured to the other side of the low-hanging table with a twinkle. Hazel turned her eyes and gasped.

"Mom! Dad!" She clapped her hands twice, rapidly. "Are you for real right now?"

The two adults in the room had been sprawled backward on the carpet, the other in each other's arms, only to break off their kiss and sit up, naked and half-naked bodies awkwardly detaching from their still intimate tangle. "Oh! Um," wipe of the lips, "sorry, honey. We..."

"Really enjoyed the video," completed Mr. Anders.

"Yes, anybody can tell it was quite the... passion project."

"Strong and hard."

June nodded. "You're a natural, sweetie!"

Emily kindly responded to her aunt and uncle while Hazel rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Aunt June. Uncle Wendell."

"Yeah, guys, you totally watched the whole video." Hazel took another french fry as the sound of steps bounded down the stairwell. Her eyes instantly lit up at the sight of who they belonged to, thighs crunching together. "Oh Caleb!" She patted her lap. "Wanna seat?"

"Thanks again for the food, Stretcher of Women."

"Ooh, an honorary title. And thanks, but no thanks, sis, your legs will have to wait." The boy pocketed his phone and grinned gamely as he stepped from the foot of the stairs and approached his much raunchier family. Emily winked at him, her shoulders dancing up and down in play as Caleb grooved forward with an automatic churn of the gears. "Let me guess," he silently snickered, snapping his fingers, "that's a normal honorific used beside the names of people like myself who are big-dicked and have fucked at least three chicks. Like Alexander 'the Great'. Or 'doctor'. Or 'professor'."

"Uh-oh," Emily pointed. "The power's already getting to his head."

"That's exactly what we're calling you that for, oh great Stretcher of Women," Hazel threw a fry at him. It knocked him right on the nose. "Congratulations on hitting the triple in one night. Sheesh I always knew you were a horndog."

His parents embraced him happily as he gave his dad a pat on the shoulder and his mom a not-too-out-of-place hug. "Oh, Caleb," June Anders clasped his face gently in her hands, "you have made this night something really special, you know that?"

Caleb smiled. "Thanks, Mom." The teen nearly went in for a kiss, but opted for economy over booty.

"Where you off to now, champ?" His dad stood, folding out into a stretch, giving him a hardy slap on the back.

"Oh, I don't know..." Caleb's fingers slid back into his pocket. The tickle of the edge of his cell grazed each tip as his eyes seemed to lose themselves to arbitrary thought. Noticing his sister still casually munching away, he plucked a fry from Hazel's non-resisting hands and chomped part of it down. She scoffed, but instead of putting him through the wringer, stuck out her tongue in teenaged wryness. Caleb, meanwhile, eyed the fraction of fried potato left in his grip and rotated it aimlessly, armed with an intrepid observance you couldn't pick up with a thermostat. "I have an idea or three."