GC Part 3: An ordinary family dinner

The story is going to be in third person moving forward. Hope it's not a problem =)

“Beavers! Beavers! Beavers!” People cheered for the victors. Bradley’s teammates picked him up in the air and carried him through the field to their coach and cheerleaders. Though no statistics were tracked, everyone knew that the team captain was the MVP. And it took a few minutes for him to be let down, to celebrate with his beautiful girlfriend, Christine. The cheerleader embraced him and kissed his lips with unashamed passion.

Having gotten the coach’s congratulations, Brad, with an arm wrapped around Chrissie’s waist, made his way towards his parents. He had seen them and Petersons supporting him throughout the match and wanted to finally meet his father’s boss. “Here’s our champ!” His father called out for everyone to notice his arrival. Robert took his son away from the blonde and brought him forward. “I’d like you to meet Mr. Peterson.” Brad shook the fat man’s hand. “Your father told me you couldn’t be stopped with the ball. But I didn’t believe him until I saw you in action!” He laughed and praised him some more.

“This is my wife, Pamela-” Thomas presented the visibly younger woman, who up until now had been accompanied by Brad’s mother, and… “and our nephew, Zeke!” Brad didn’t even have the time to properly look at Pamela, who had been standing in the open in nothing but an oversized Beavers jersey. He was too shocked to see Mr. Peterson pointing towards Zeke Tanner, the same fucking guy he had beaten to a pulp earlier that day.

Zeke had to take his right hand off Pamela’s big breasts before he could offer it for Brad to shake. “What the fuck is this twerp doing here?” The buff nineteen year old boy asked in outrage. He had thought the patched broken nose on Zeke’s face would be enough of a reminder not to fuck with him or people close to him anymore. But just hours after having his head shoved into a wall, he was back to playing pranks and being a creep. “Dad, this loser isn’t anyone’s nephew. He’s a goddamn orphan!” Just as he said the words he felt his shoulder turned to the side by his father’s strong arm. “Don’t forget yourself, Bradley! Mr. Peterson, his wife and their nephew are our guests, and you’ll treat them with respect.” He stated sternly, making sure his son looked him in the eyes while doing so.

Brad broke out of his father’s grip and looked back to the Petersons. Thomas no longer had the same enthusiasm on his face as moments ago. He and Mrs. Peterson looked at him in expectation to explain himself or, better yet, apologize. “Excuse our hot-headed son. He must’ve mistaken Zeke with someone else.” Nicole Robbins tried to play her son’s outburst off as a silly misunderstanding.

After checking in with Zeke to see if he’s satisfied with the apology, Thomas Peterson turned back towards Robert and Brad. “Hmph. I’m not about to let this ruin our evening. But I’d make sure you don’t repeat this mistake if I were you, Brad.” Letting his serious tone linger for a moment longer, he spoke again. “Now, now. Don’t leave us hanging and shake your hands boys.” **** to do so, Bradley felt a light shove to his side coming from Chrissie. Her knowing look let him know that, as weird as the situation was, he was better off not making a scene again. So, with a sigh of irritation, he reached out his arm and grabbed Zeke’s smaller hand in a firm grip, warning him that it wasn’t over yet.

“Great!” Robert said, and the beaten boy winced when Brad let go of his hand. “Now that the introductions are over, how about we celebrate this fruitful day over my wife’s amazing cooking?” And it seemed as if everyone had already forgotten about the little incident. Well, everyone but Brad.

After the Petersons and their “nephew” had walked off to their own car, Brad confronted his father. “What the hell was that about, dad?” He complained, expecting some explanation now that they could speak freely. But just like a while ago, his father looked at him in annoyance. “I should be the one asking you that, Brad. I made it very clear who Mr. Peterson was, and how important it is for us that the evening goes well, didn’t I?” The man turned the question back at his son. “But dad-” Brad didn’t understand why his father let Zeke make fools out of them. “No buts, mister! If I hear you speak badly of my boss’ nephew again, I’ll sell your fucking car back to the dealership.” Robert Robbins never cursed at his children, and the simple word amplified the threat to his son tenfold. Of course, taking away his sports car was warning enough for Brad to be mindful of his words from now on. He was made fun of by his teammates when the car was confiscated by his father as punishment once. And if word got out that it was gone for good, he would have no life at school no doubt.

“Hey dad, what’s going on?” His sister, Leila, joined them on the walk over to the parking lot. She had slipped out of her cheerleader outfit and into something more comfortable. “Nothing, princess. Me and your brother just came to a mutual understanding, and now we’re taking my boss’ family back to our place…” Knowing better than to test his father’s patience, Brad split with them and headed to his car, where his girlfriend was waiting for him.

“How did it go?” She asked, pulling him close and looking up in his dark eyes. “The old man’s lost his mind!” He barked, holding her possessively with both of his arms. “That’s fucked up, babe. But just try to ignore the little creep today.” She leaned into him in understanding. “Can you do that for me?” He hated that she was right.

Despite having cum inside Pamela’s mouth twice by now, once in the locker rooms and once on the way to Brad’s place, Zeke found himself getting hard again. He was seated at the side of a large eight chair table in the house’s spacious dining room. With his “uncle” sitting to his left, he found himself leaned over to the right, where his “aunt” sat in nothing but a red baggy jersey and underwear beneath it. He and Pamela listened to the conversation between Thomas and Robert Robbins that took place mere feet away from them. All the while, they explored each other’s bodies sensually His right hand gnawing at her asscheek below the shirt, and her hand rubbing his inner thigh, occasionally brushing over the growing bulge in his pants. “I’m telling you, Robert, that poor White Eagles boy will have nightmares of your son running him over!” Thomas Peterson was having a good time already, rejoicing in the highlights of the match. “The look on his face when Brad sent him flying to the side was worth a million dollars!” Mr. Robbins pulled his son closer over the table and rubbed his hair with his fist. “Word is colleges are fighting over who’ll get our star quarterback on their squad next year.” “Oh, I’m sure! White Eagles are no joke, and your boy absolutely humiliated them on the field. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s on a way to a decorated career.”

Brad could only nod at the men’s appraisal, however. The sight of the biggest loser at his school sitting right in front of him in his own house made him grit his teeth in anger. Zeke could feel his piercing gaze, it reminded him of how the bully had looked at him before sending punch after punch to his face. Zeke felt like he was pulling on Brad’s nose. And he hadn’t even used his powers on him.

Having quickly trotted down the stairs, Leila Robbins, tried to get out of the house unnoticed. “Princess, come join us at the table.” Her father called out. The eighteen year old girl walked up to him in defeat. She stood approximately a head shorter than her older brother. And whereas him and their mother shared light brown hair and soft facial features, Leila’s hair was much darker and her well defined jaw made her look more like her father, but in a beautiful feminine way. Unfortunately, her face wasn’t the only feature she inherited from her father. Thanks to Nicole Robbins’ attractive clothes, Zeke knew that she had a nice big rack and wide hips. But Leila had neither of those. Her chest, though not flat, just like her bottom left much to be desired. However, she wasn’t just a downgrade from her mother. Thanks to her youth and demanding exercise routine, she was fit and thin in all the right places, showing her abs and shapely athletic legs hugged by tight leggings.

“Oh, daddy. I’d love to spend more time here, but I promised to hang out with my friends at their house party.” Her soft voice was innocent but also had a hint of allure. She leaned on her father’s side. “You don’t mind if I go, do you?” Robert had a soft spot for his only daughter, and she expertly manipulated him to escape the family dinner. “A promise is a promise, I suppose… I don’t want you drinking any ****, though!” He said, trying to preserve her innocence. “You’re the best, daddy!” She planted a smooch on his cheek and ran off to the front door before her mother could change his mind. “Oh, to be young and beautiful… You did good letting her go, Robert. We would’ve bored the girl to **** here!” Uncle Thomas laughed, followed by Mr. Robbins’ own laughter.

Zeke was a little preoccupied with his hand between Aunt Pamela’s legs to care about the youngest of the Robbins leaving. Leila hadn’t done him any wrong anyway, and there was better bread to eat first. He thought when he saw Brad’s mother walk in the dining room with a platter in her hands. “Dinner is served.” She announced to the table, putting the tray down and uncovering the lid to reveal a roasted rack of lamb. As much as Zeke wanted to continue fingering his Aunt-Lover, he realized that he hadn’t eaten anything since morning. And the meat in front of him actually looked really appetizing. So, while Robert helped his wife chop the rack into cutlets and gave everyone some, Zeke pulled out from the warm hole dripping with Pamela’s cum and offered his fingers to her. She hungrily wrapped her lips around them and with one smooth motion cleaned them from her own juices. The action went unnoticed by Brad, and if anyone else saw it they obviously didn’t find it out of the ordinary.

The food tasted even better than it looked, Zeke quickly finished the piece of lamb he was given as well as the mashed potatoes on his plate. “Mrs. Robbins, I’ve gotta say… I love how tender and juicy the meat is.” The boy said, having never had eaten lamb before tonight. He was quickly followed by his uncle, who too had finished his portion by now. “I absolutely agree with my nephew, Nicole. You have talent for cooking!” “Thank you very much, guys. I don’t cook often, but I tried my best for today.” The woman beamed with satisfaction. “I would’ve sworn you were a chef, with how amazing the food is.” Mr. Peterson added to Nicole’s surprise. Zeke knew that Mrs. Robbins used to be a model in her twenties, and he never heard of her being a cook. But he didn’t really know what she did for work nowadays. “You flatter me, Mr. Peterson. But I’d be a terrible chef, I do much better managing my salon downtown.”

With his stomach full, Zeke let others engage in the conversations and went back to playing with Pamela’s body. She hadn’t finished all of her food yet, but she could never say no to his touch, so she put her cutlery down and guided his hands to her most sensitive spots. Zeke immersed his fingers in the flesh of her tits through the material of her shirt. The rough touch made her let out a gasp, that no one except Brad seemed to mind. The bully watched with an open mouth as Zeke and his alleged aunt put their lips together and threw themselves in a loud and sloppy kiss right in front of his, his girlfriend’s and his family’s eyes.

Brad hit the table with his fist and got up. “Is no one else seeing this!?” He tried, he really tried to turn a blind eye at the weirdo’s behavior but seeing him openly make out with Mrs. Peterson was too much. He again expected the others to stand on his side and put an end to this madness, however everyone looked at him disgruntledly. Chrissie tried to pull him back down to his seat, but he wouldn’t have it. He looked around at his dumbfounded family until he noticed his father’s deadly stare. “That twerp is literally groping his aunt and kissing her with tongue!” He explained but to no avail. His father put his face in his palms in resignation, he had thought that his son would have learned his lesson, but here he was again finding fault where it was not. “I’m so sorry Mr. Peterson. I really don’t know what’s wrong with him tonight.”

“But, but…” Brad was speechless. The creep didn’t even stop his depravation for a second when he got everyone else to look at him and Mrs. Peterson. Instead, he pulled away from the woman’s lips to show him an evil grin and reached the hand he was using to fondle her tits under her shirt to fondle her more easily. “I can’t believe I have to explain it to you, son. You’d think you’re old enough to understand these things…” Robert spoke. “Mrs. Peterson has… unique needs. And there’s nothing wrong with Zeke helping her out. If Mr. Peterson is fine with it, then I don’t see why anyone else shouldn’t be…”

Brad listened to his father with disbelief. He felt like the world was going crazy, but everyone else thought that of him instead. Even his girlfriend. Christine watched him with deep concern. She too believed that the only irrational person at the table was himself. So, with that realization in mind, he slumped down in his chair, trying to collect his thoughts.

“You sure your son is okay?” Uncle Thomas asked Brad’s parents, as appalled at the random outburst as everyone else. They whispered between each other about potential reasons for the boy’s unusual behavior. Meanwhile, Chrissie leaned closer to him as he wrapped his hands around his head. “Babe, please, speak to me…” She pleaded, but he just shut down, disconnecting from reality.

Pamela was so turned on that she barely even noticed what had been going on. She broke away from her lover for just a second. “What’s up with him?” She hinted at the distressed boy on the other side of the table. “I don’t know, maybe he’s never made a woman feel good.” Zeke replied nonchalantly. But Chrissie heard his words. “Hey!” She was offended as her boyfriend had made her cum hundreds of times by now.

Suddenly, Zeke felt himself getting close to an orgasm, third that day. “I’m ‘bout to cum~” He let the woman, who’s hand had been stroking his dick under the table for a few minutes now, know through moans. Grabbing the table with his hands, he watched Pamela take her unemptied glass of wine in her free hand and bring it in front of his throbbing cock. And with no more than ten additional strokes he shuddered in his seat, shooting globe after globe of cum straight into the red drink.

When Pamela brought her glass back up, she saw the white liquid begin mixing with the ****. She was in awe at how much boy milk Zeke could produce in a span of a few hours. She couldn’t help but move the glass to her nose so she could smell her dear nephew’s seed. Though she had the pleasure of eating his cum more than once today already, the powerful smell almost made her cum by itself. She massaged her clit, delighting in the scent before she poured the mixture in her mouth.

That’s when Brad got up from his seat and stormed out of the dining room. “Where do you think you’re going!?” Robert growled at his son in disappointment, but his wife’s hand on his own calmed him down. “Perhaps it’s better to let him go…” She cooed. Chrissie, as surprised as the rest of the table, ran after her unwell boyfriend. She wanted him to tell her what’s wrong, she wanted to help him. But she feared that he’d reject her.

With just the five of them left now, Zeke looked around the table and found that Brad hadn’t been the only one paying attention to what they were doing. On the other side of the table, Nicole Robbins stared intently at him, or more accurately at Pamela. She just finished her own powerful orgasm, triggered simply by the taste of his cum and had been slowly regaining awareness of her surroundings.

Noticing the boy’s gaze, Mrs. Robbins changed her seat, so that she was sitting right in front of the unusual couple. With a curious expression she leaned over the table, so she would be closer to Zeke and his aunt. “If you don’t mind me asking…” She began shyly. “How long have you been together?” The question came as a surprise. Zeke had only made everyone believe in his relation to the Petersons and be okay with anything sexual between him and his “aunt”. The woman’s curiosity was her own, unaffected by his power. “Well, since Zeke’s eighteenth birthday, though I think we both felt that way for much longer.” Pamela giggled at the fake memories of her and her nephew’s relationship in her mind. “Oh, wow. And your husband is totally okay with you two fooling around?” Nicole questioned them some more. However, that question was answered by Thomas himself. “Of course I’m okay with it. The two most important people in my life are making each other very happy, who am I to stop them?” He laughed.

Zeke took note of Nicole’s interest, but it was time to wrap the dinner up. Now that Brad wasn’t here anymore, and Pamela wore him out, he felt no desire to play with the families further. He let the women talk while he joined the men on the other side of the table. “Uncle, do you remember the thing you wanted to discuss with Mr. Robbins?” “Oh, right! All this commotion almost made me forget.” He explained, and Robert looked at him questioningly. Thomas wiped his face with a tissue and sat up straight in his chair. “We both know why you invited me and my family over today, Robert. You have your eyes set on the VP of Finance position.” Mr. Robbins wasn’t sure what to say to that, he wasn’t trying to keep it a secret, but he didn’t expect his boss to be so open about it either. “You see, I like you, Robert. Even without this whole dinner thing, you’d be my primary candidate. However, I’m not so sure about it anymore…”

Robert Robbins was shocked by this news; he had worked his ass off the last six quarters and with his wife’s help prepared this evening to be perfect. And now all those efforts had been squandered by his son’s inability to behave. Mr. Peterson let the man’s concern fill the air for a moment. “There’s something you could do to help me make the right choice, though…” Robert’s optimism returned to his face in a fraction of a second. “How can I help, Mr. Peterson?” He almost begged the fat man. “As you might know, me and my wife are going on a work trip out of state. It could take up to a month, and we wouldn’t like our dear nephew to stay home alone for so long.” Mr. Robbins quickly made out what his boss was hinting at. “Zeke needs a place to stay…” “That’s right, I always knew you were a smart man, Robbins.” He mocked the host of the dinner, but Mr. Robbins wasn’t bothered. “I’d be in your debt if you housed my dear boy until we return…”

Robert didn’t even bother discussing with his wife or their children. He stood up from his seat and reached out his hand to Thomas. “That won’t be a problem at all, sir! We have a well-kept guest room that he could move into anytime. And I’ll make sure he feels like a part of the family!” “Well, I’m glad to hear that, Robert.” Zeke’s “uncle” chuckled. “You hear that, Zeke? You could even move in tonight!” He announced as he shook the man’s hand. “Just keep Brad under control…” Thomas added, to Robert’s uneasiness.