Fuck All

"I like your family. They love you so much," Maria said, holding your hand down the sidewalk.

"Tell me about it," you replied sarcastically. A neighbor woman waves at you and you politely wave back, not sure of her intentions.

"No, I mean, they're all caring and great and look out for each other. I wish my family was like that."

"You want your mom and sister to fuck you."

"No, silly," she said, faux-punching you. "I just want a nice dinner and conversation every once-in-a-while. Maybe someone to tell me to keep my door open."

You take for granted the more privileged atmosphere you grew up in, versus Maria's. She had a tough time growing up, and the days she shared at your home, first as a friend of Janie's and then your girlfriend, were welcome reprieves for her.

The trailer park came much too soon, and you both frowned as you noticed a light was on. A beat-up, old station wagon with miscolored doors gave away the culprit. "Your mother's home."

"Yep."

As you quietly entered the one doorway, Brenda Moore yelled at you from the kitchen table. "You have a fun night, there, cowboy." She was very drunk.

"We just had dinner, Mrs. Moore."

"Miss Moore. Don't forget, son, I never married. And, hey, there's something different about you?" She looked at you funny. "Did you cut your hair? Well I just had a bit of a shave myself..." she started to unbutton her pants.

"Mom, please!" yelled Maria, "he's not interested. I mean, are you, John?" She looks up to you, as you look away from Brenda in horror. "N-no," you say, perhaps too hesitantly.

"Your loss. Go fuck my daughter's brains out. Just try not to get her pregnant. Or go ahead, it'll help my food stamps." She collapsed on the chair, knocking the bottle down, which did nothing to dispell the smell of the interior.

In the closet-sized bedroom that Maria occupied, you sat on the bed as Maria changed shirts. She smiled at you admiring her body. "I know you're going to be fucking alot more people, J, but I hope you save some time for me." She seems to blush a little as you rub her now-exposed leg. "All the time in the world."

She moves in for a kiss as the door opens. "Shit. Fuck." You hear obscenities coming from the entrance.

"Margo," you and Maria jinx each other with the name of her half-sister. By the time Maria has covered up, you're out in the hall to assess the situation. "Oh, hey there, Casanova, can you give me a hand here?"

Margo was attempting to lift up her mother from the kitchen chair with limited success. Brenda wasn't very fat or anything, in fact, she was very attractive given the circumstances, but she had a much fuller figure than either of her daughters. Margo was highly attractive, perhaps the most attractive person you knew, having won beauty contests as a child, up to Miss Teen Arizona back in the early '10s. But it wasn't enough to keep the family out of poverty, or to support her growing habits. Now she was a stripper and, for a reasonable price, more.

Her high-heeled shoes and petite, albeit tall, figure did her no favors in lifting her mother. It took your help, with Maria's guidance to get it under control. "Let's take her to the shower."

Placed in the cramped bathroom under the faucet, you wince as Margo starts undressing her mother. "Oh, relax buddy, this is nothing a man like you hasn't seen before. Now, help."

As Margo undoes the bra, you peel down her already-unbuttoned pants. "Shit!" you yell, both literally and figuratively, as you back away from the scene within her pants.

"Why do you think I'm cleaning her up? For kicks?" You look at Maria, who frowns. "This happens alot. She can't control her bowels when she gets too drunk."

Margo begins taking her clothes off. "What the fuck?" you say. "I'm not getting this dress dirty." She tosses a tied-up roll of dollar bills out of her pocket onto the sink. "Don't touch that!" she says, now fully nude, as you admire a former Miss Teen Arizona aged 21.

Maria isn't phased at you looking at her sister's body, as you turn into the hallway to give Margo and Brenda some space. Margo gets in the shower and starts washing her parent.

"I'm not really in the mood now. Maybe tomorrow." Maria just looked at you with understanding. "That's okay. Plus you got all those women at your house to satisfy."

"Right," you look back at Margo and Brenda, and again to Maria. And then got an idea. "Maybe I just spend the night here." Maria just shook her head no. "Your mom would never allow that."

"Just follow my lead." You went someplace private - two steps to the right and then Maria's closet-bedroom - and pulled out your cellphone.

"Yeah, Mom. Right, right, I know it's later than we agreed. But... okay. Listen. Something's come up." Maria giggles as she looks down, but you shush her, "and-and-and I'm going to be sleeping here tonight."

You remove the phone momentarily as your mother attempts a rebuke. "I get it... but Maria's sister... her older sister is, um... very attractive. And I want to fuck her." Dead silence on the phone while simultaneously Maria's eyes widen in understanding.

"So, so we're good?" Your mother's attitude changes immediately as she sees no problem with that whatever. "Yeah... okay. You can pick me up tomorrow. Sure I'll go to school with you." She was planning another college visit for the morning, you assume, even though you were already accepted to attend your parents' institution in the fall. But, anyway...

"That's brilliant!" Maria said. As you nod. "You get to stay here, fuck my sister, and we can hang out! I should've thought of that."

"Or uh, maybe I don't fuck your sister? We just lie and fuck each other?"

"No, no, your mother will know. We need this to happen. She'll probably want proof. I'll take pictures!" She grabbed her phone. You weren't sure about this.

"Oh, come on, J. She's hot. You know it, I know it, the whole town knows it. People pay a good penny for what you're about to get for free."

You nod your assent. Truth be told, Margo Moore was on your mental list of people to fuck now that you could, but weren't sure how to accomplish it without your girlfriend getting jealous. Turns out your girlfriend is the one facilitating it.

With cameraphone in hand, you both exit the room and arrive at the bathroom to where Margo is nude, dripping wet, and unashamed at her appearance. "I think she'll be fine sleeping in the tub tonight. Just don't be alarmed if you hear her retching during your screw breaks.

"Actually," you say, taking a deep breath as Maria nods for you to continue, "I think I'm going to screw you first."

Margo shrugs. "Whatever. Just follow me." She then leads you to the roomier bedroom in the back as Maria gleefully follows.