To Those Already Invading

You scurried up the stairs as fast as you could, **** to escape from the piercing eyes of that woman. She scared you in a way only one other person ever had: your step-sister. Seeming to contain that same, barely-contained chaotic energy which meant you could never quite tell what she might do next. The predictably terrible such as Skeg or your mother and step-father were one thing… but how could you face up to these fey beauties who seemed able to just reject all social norms and do exactly as they saw fit?

You pushed through the apartment door, already knowing you were going to regret what you saw on the other side. Your step-sister was sprawled out naked on the brand new beanbag that Dave had brought this morning: a ‘moving in’ present it hadn’t taken much to guess had ulterior motives behind it. The giver himself, and his tight-lipped companion, were stood over her head… both with their cocks in hand. You thought for a moment that that was the worst of it, until the grunting sounds of Skeg drew your attention to that half-crouching body. The man’s back was towards you, with those oh-so recognisable legs sticking out and around his thrusting body. With a burbling gasp you genuinely tripped over the last step up through the doorway, ending up flat on the faux-wood floor. Shaking arms lifted you back up to reaffirm the unbearable: Those were your step-sibling’s perfect limbs, waggling unsuitably in the sunlight… as the ugly, old landlord pumped away at the hips between them. Throughout it all, you’d never thought she’d let them… It was only the third day you’d been here! How could that disgusting pervert have already wormed his way inside her sacred-?!

Everyone was looking at you as if you were the shocking sight here. A varied selection of grins and sneers of which you could only latch onto your step-sister’s herself, when she leaned up from her compromised position to ask:

“Are you alright Jay-Jay? Why’d you come running in like that?”

Again, there was no reference, sign or consideration to the fact she was currently being invaded right before your eyes. No indication that she’d think this scene might in any way shock or upset you. She was concerned that you’d fallen over… not that you’d walked in on the person you held most precious in all the world being fucked and masturbated over by three still veritable strangers. Nothing made sense anymore. So all you could do was hold onto the things that you could understand.

“Umm… Mr Skeg, there’s a lady… Nancy… downstairs. She seems a bit… upset.”

Not mentioning the bat was about all you could do for yourself. Some small voice in the back of your head was rather desperately hoping he might end up on the wrong end of it. The shopkeep did not seem particularly fazed by this information, though.

“Oh, is she back already? Knows just when to come, that stepdaughter o’ mine…”

He chuckled, dryly. Aiming a meaningful look at the other two men, who seemed to enjoy the joke.

“Well, you’ll have to tell her to wait. I ain’t done ‘ere yet… and neither’s your sis, Rod or Davey. Wouldn’t be right, ta leave em all hanging!”

He then proceeded to resume bucking his hips forward and back, earning a surprised, little ‘ooh’ from Jenny. A moaning sound of pleasure that near rent your heart in two. Dave had moved forward to help you back to your feet, a hand you gladly accepted… until you realised his large and swollen penis was still swinging freely near your chest height. The meaty appendage near hypnotised you by its size and proximity… you’d never even really seen someone else’s up close. Especially not a full-grown man’s one. It seemed to twitch and wink at you in a horrifying manner, bursting from the man’s open boxers in a way yours most certainly didn’t.

Only the fear of Nancy and her bat managed to shake you loose of that stunned fascination. Your erstwhile landlord did not seem to be taking the situation seriously at all. Was he not worried what she might do to the shop… or you, if you went back down empty-handed? The whole scenario was making you feel quite nauseous with anxiety… You held onto Dave’s arm for dear life, brought over to stand between him and Rod and look down upon your own, panting twin. Just who were these people, and was this the sort of life they led day in, day out?! It all seemed so very overwhelming.