Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

"What the hell, Celeste?! Tell me he's fucking joking?!" Jairo, Cory's father, yelled as Cory continued naked towards his room on the first floor of their rented beach house.

"What?! You know how I like big cocks! Have you seen the fucking size of that thing?!" Celeste, Cory's mother, shouted back.

"But he's our son?!"

"So?! My pussy doesn't care if he is or isn't! Besides why do you care? You've been breaking our rules for some time now. Don't deny it, we agreed that there would be no repeats. Yet you constantly fuck that Asian bitch! We agreed on that so no one would get attached, didn't we?" Celeste retorted; Cory simply snickered as he walked into his bedroom. "But I let it slide because I know how much you like fucking her. Plus you've been fucking quite routinely haven't you? It's okay, I don't mind. Gives my pussy time to tighten back up for you..." What else was said, Cory didn't hear nor care as he closed his bedroom door and walked into his adjoining bathroom to wash the smell of his sister from his body.

"What the fuck!" Cory yelped as his father pulled him out of the shower after rinsing his hair.

"Dry yourself off," Jairo grumbled the towel thumped hard against his son's chest.

Cory was rather confused as his mother reclined naked on his bed, her 32D breasts beckoned to him as she leaned on her right arm. Her sandy blonde hair draped down as she rested her head against her right shoulder as she gazed at the two men she loved wholeheartedly.

"Hey, baby," Celeste cooed, the pads of her fingers skimmed up her smooth left thigh.

"Couldn't this fucking wait?" Cory asked, annoyed. Wrenching his arm from his father's grip.

"If you're going to fuck your mother, you better be damn sure I'm going to be here to make sure you don't abuse her," Jairo growled in a protective voice.

"Yeah, you do like watching, does that get you off?" Cory asked, ignoring his naked mother as he dried himself off. "I was about done; couldn't you have at least waited until I washed my hair?" He sighed in irritation as he dried his face off.

"Cory, you can take another one, are you saying you don't want to fuck her now?" Jairo asked, crossing his arms.

"Give a guy a break, I just got done fucking like bloody ten minutes ago. I'm not fucking Hercules you know?!"

"But that is," Celeste purred as her eyes held a hungry light to them as she stared at her son's cock as it started to swell. Her eyes flickered over to her husband as he strolled over to the chair that sat in the doorway to keep Cory from leaving the room. Hearing the shifting of it as Jairo took his seat.

"Get on with it, Cory, or can't you keep it up in front of others?" Jairo taunted.

"I do this, you'll leave me alone?" Cory asked, looking at his father who nodded. "Are you sure you want to see how slutty she gets?" Pointing at his mother, only to be met with a firm nod from his father.

"Come here, Cory," lifting her left leg to show off her eager peach to her son's eyes, "come taste your mother before you put that fat cock in me," Celeste spoke as her tongue flicked against her teeth. Smiling when Cory dropped his towel, her fingers weaved through strands of his hair as she guided her son towards her awaiting nectar. "Mmm," she hummed as Cory teased her labia with that tongue of his. "That's it, baby, taste your mother's pussy, isn't it the sweetest thing?" Blowing a kiss to her husband from over her shoulder as Jairo nodded. Turning her attention back to her son, biting her lip as his fingers tickled her folds as his lips sucked gently on her clit. Her back bounced on the bed, closing her eyes, fondling her breasts as she enjoyed the feel of her son's tongue on her hot little mound. Pressing Cory's face against her sex as she squealed, arching her back, as she came upon it.

"This what you want, slut?" Cory asked, thumping his hard cock against his mother's clit. Noting how his father wasn't fazed by the word, then again, Cory just assumed he was used to people calling his mother that.

"Mmmhmm," Celeste hummed as her sandy blonde hair was feathered out along the bedspread. "I get so wet whenever I think about fucking this cock, Cory," she said, smirking at him when she watched his muscles rippling when her nails lightly danced up the length of his cock she could reach from her position. "Don't you love it when it's deep inside of my pussy?!" Extenuating the last word as she felt the swelling of his bulbous head on the palm of her hand as she gave her son's crown a gentle squeeze. "You know how it loves it when it's deep inside. The numerous wet spots you've made me leave during the last few weeks is evidence of that," Celeste continued on when her son hadn't said a word. "Let's put it in, okay?" The eagerness in her voice to feel full was evident in the tone of her voice.

"Fuck?!" Jairo cursed in his mind as he watched his son and wife going at it for the past fifteen minutes and it seemed his son was still going strong. His wife was the same as she threw her pussy back at him.

"That's it, baby, right there! Don't fucking stop!" Celeste moaned as she thrust backwards as her nectar gushed out around her son's thick root as she came once again.

"You like that cock, huh?" Jairo asked, seeing the elation on his wife's face as she peered over at him.

"Like it? I love our son's fat cock!" Celeste exclaimed with a wide smile. "But I love yours more," she cooed blowing him a kiss. "Fuck me! Yes! Pound that pussy, Cory!" she howled when he reached forward and took hold of her hair just like he had done when she took him to that motel a few weeks ago. "God fucking shit! Yes!" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her son emptied his balls into her cunt. Collapsing onto the bed, feeling her son's cock sliding out of her pussy as she softly bit her lip enjoying the hum of her body in its afterglow of her orgasmic bliss.

"You two can get out now," Cory stated snatching up his towel and sternly closing his bathroom door to re-shower all over again.

"I don't like how he treats you," Jairo stated crossing his arms, ignoring how hard he was at that moment.

"It's okay, Jairo. He isn't harming me, that's just his anger talking," Celeste said, her left hand ran along the comforter, reaching out to her husband. The man she loved wholeheartedly. Smiling lovingly at him as he rose from his chair, her fingers inosculated with his when Jairo held her hand. "He doesn't say anything that you haven't heard other men call me over the years."

"Still... I don't like it," Jairo grumbled. "What's wrong?" he asked when his wife began to tear up and her lip slightly trembled.

"We've hurt him so much he wanted to kill himself," Celeste whispered so not to alert their son that she knew.

"What?!" Jairo stammered low, his utter shock at what his wife had said was evident on his face. How could he have missed it?! Why didn't Cory say anything?! How his heart began to break at what his son thought of them that he would even think of suicide. "We'll get through this," he whispered low into her neck, feeling Celeste nodding against him as they held each other. "Let's go get you cleaned up," Jairo said, rubbing his wife's back as his eyes stared at Cory's bathroom door. Wondering if they could repair this rift between them, or if Cory even wanted to repair it in the first place.

"What are you doing in here?" Cory asked, stopping in his tracks as Dayana stood in his room once he exited the bathroom. His hand holding onto the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

"I-I thought you'd might want to come hang out on the beach with me," Dayana said, in a sisterly voice. Her blonde hair was held up in a tight ponytail, her 32B breasts bounced slightly in her dark red bikini top while her thin wrap hid her lower half from prying eyes. "Please?! It'll be fun!" Smiling sweetly at him the conversation he had with Zoe the night before they left rang in her mind.

"Alright, I was going there anyway."

"I'll go get our towels," Dayana said, with a wide grin on her lips. Stopping in the doorway, "You know... things are never so dire that you need to... take your own life. Please, if you feel like that again, tell me," she said, peering over her left shoulder at him, tears reaming her eyes as she did. "I do love you, Cory. I'm sorry that I made you feel like that."

"Uh-huh," Cory muttered as she left his room. The time for caring about the wellbeing of his mental health had long past for them. The years of abuse at their hands -- metaphorically speaking -- had bumped them off the board of people he considered noteworthy enough to know about such things. Running his hand through his damp hair as he opened the drawer containing the few swim trunks he had brought along. In truth, they were just regular shorts given how none of the normal swim trunks were long enough to hide his twelve and a quarter inch cock. Not that he minded really, Cory had grown used to going commando ever since that cream had changed his life. No longer was the name 'Li'l Stanley' being uttered from their lips. No longer were their disparaging names uttered upon his manhood. It wasn't his fault he was born with a rather small cock. He had no control of how his DNA was structured when he was conceived.

"You ready?" Dayana asked, holding the towels close to her chest while she held the bottle of sunscreen in her left hand.

"Yeah," Cory spoke as he tied a bow knot in the drawstring of his shorts. "Is Zoe coming?" he asked when they entered the living room.

"Wait a moment kids!" Celeste's voice called down to them. "Give us a moment your dad and I are getting ready, and then we can all go together?!"

Cory arched an eyebrow as Zoe walked tentatively down the stairs in her two piece bikini. Unlike Dayana's her sandy blonde hair, like their mother's, hung freely as it lightly bounced against her chest. Her blue bathing suit showed off the curvature of her 32D breasts, the same as their mother's.

"I think you bruised my cervix?!" Zoe said, with a huge smile on her lips. While her pussy was still throbbing like mad after the fucking he had given her. Yet that was the best sex she's ever had. She's never felt anyone that deep before and she couldn't wait to experience it again, after her cunt had stopped being sore for a day.

"Well, you did tell me to fuck you like a slut," Cory shrugged his shoulders.

"True," Zoe cooed as she sauntered up to him. Her hands moved along his waist then up along his back as she pressed her chest into his. "Thank you, by the way, I haven't cum that much in like... ever?!" she giggled. Feeling the light, indifferent pat on her back, wondering how long it would take to repair their relationship.

"I know the feeling," Celeste said, as she descended the stairs with Jairo closely behind her. "Are we all set?" she asked, smiling at her children. "Good, Jairo you and Cory carry the cooler, and we'll stake out our spot," Celeste uttered sweetly, placing a kiss on her husband's left cheek.

"You sure those shorts are long enough?" Jairo asked, casting his son a glance as they carried the cooler packed with ice and drinks towards the beach after he had locked up the house.

"Yeah," Cory said, aloofly. Feeling the sand shifting under his feet as they climbed the sand dune that protected against storm surge during the hurricane season. Seeing his mother waving to them when they crested the dune. Noting the looks his father was getting from women young and old as the sun played along his muscular chest that he had earned during his long years of construction.

"I'm going to have to hide you," Celeste purred as her hands ran up Jairo's chest once he and Cory set the cooler down.

"That so?" Jairo hummed, with a teasing smile, also noting how his wife was turning heads in her black thong bikini.

"Mmmhmm," Celeste purred before passionately kissing him. Hearing the lid of the cooler shutting in a thud after Cory had gotten a bottle of water.

"Cory could you do our backs?" Dayana asked, holding out the bottle to him with Zoe nodding along as they both sat on the middle lounger. Holding her hair out of the way as he applied the lotion to her skin. Glancing over as Zoe noting her blushing cheeks as he applied it to her back. "Turn around Cory and I'll do yours," Dayana said, in a sisterly voice. With their skin protected from the harsh UV rays of the sun the three siblings sought out to tan their skin. "Cory?"

"Hmm?" Cory hummed as he felt the warmth of the sun on his skin.

"You know this will probably be the last year we all come here as a family," Dayana said, resting her left cheek on the back of her hands as she peered over at him.

"Probably," Cory stated without a hint of emotion in his voice. "What about it?" he asked, keeping his eyes closed enjoying the sound of the surf in the air and the smell of the ocean.

"Do you think we can work on our relationship?" Cory peeked out through his eyelashes of his right eye noticing four pairs of eyes looking at him waiting for his answer.

"What relationship? You all pretty much destroyed that," Cory said, truthfully.

"B-but... there has to be something left, right?" Zoe asked, with a trembling voice as she peered over her sister's back.

"What's the point Zoe? You four spent five years doing your damnedest to destroy that very..." Grumbling in annoyance as something struck him in the back of the head. Turning his head when his hand rested over the plastic Frisbee that had struck him.

"You're not hurt are ya?" Came a rather cocky macho voice, his swagger spoke that he owned the beach, or at least that's the vibe Cory got as the mid-twenties man walked up. That smug smirk just rightly pissed him off knowing he had done it on purpose.

"So, you use this to make your entrance," spinning the Frisbee on his finger as he leaned back on the lounger, "yet can't be brought to bear to apologize for interrupting my conversation. Nah, a play boy like you, plays by his own rules, right?" Fighting the urge to send the Frisbee right into the man's junk, just to see how much he would enjoy it. Rolling his eyes when he moved in-between his sister's loungers and got to a knee.

"Excuse you?! Who the fuck do you think you are?" Zoe hissed batting off the man's hand when he rested it far too close to her ass.

"I think you need to leave young man," Jairo said, in a fatherly voice.

"Hey, I was just going to offer to put lotion on their backs so they don't burn," the man said, trying to recover.

"We were just fine before you ruined the mood, now leave," Dayana said sternly, she'd dealt with this kind of thing at college she didn't want to do so on her spring break.

"Why don't you ladies come with me..."

"I'm not going to warn you again," Jairo spoke firmly as he peered at the unwanted visitor. "You purposely intrude where you're not wanted. Have yet to apologize and have the audacity to put your hands on my daughters. One has to question, if you have balls of brass or are you just stupid?" he offered, getting a chuckle out of Celeste causing her breasts to shake.

"I'm sure that isn't the best you can do, is it?" Celeste asked, peering over the rim of her glasses. "If it is, it's a wonder how you get laid."

"Alright, I'm going," he said, dropping his disguise. "You should have..."

"Or what you'd go all stalkerish on them?" Cory asked, before taking a sip of his water with a smirk on his lips. "Take your toy with you, next time be man enough to start a conversation without the need for props. I bet you need a few of those in the bedroom to feel adequate," he said, smiling evilly at the man's fuming look and reddening face tossing the Frisbee to him. Just to prove to the man that he didn't need to act tough, or macho to prove that he was.

"Cory?! You're bad," Dayana giggled causing the man to storm off. "Why did you do that?"

"The guy was a creep," Cory shrugged his shoulders to which his father nodded along. "If he could have, I'm sure he has buddies around waiting to prey on tourists, and the moment they got you alone they'd pounce. Probably would have made a move on Mom too if Dad wasn't around."

"Okay, smart guy, why didn't he think you were our boyfriend?" Zoe asked, peeking her head up.

"Because he didn't see me as a threat, Dad's got the intimidation factor down," Cory said, gesturing to his father without bothering to open his eyes as he returned to his sunbathing. "He thought given the way I look," running his hands up and down his wiry body, "that I was just a weak teenager in no danger of speaking up for myself when he tried to go all alpha dog. It's a guy thing," he said, finally looking over at his sister.

"But you don't do that?!" Dayana asked, quizzically.

"Because you're not my territory to mark, as it were..."

"I think were past the marking stage," Dayana whispered with blushing cheeks remembering how he flooded her womb and painted her breasts.

"Plus, I'm not an egotistical, narcissistic philander," Cory said, looking down his body, checking on how red he was getting.

"Well, you do have the philandering down, just not the other two," Celeste cut in. "Honey, do my breasts seem too red to you?" she asked, with a seductive smile as she shook her cleavage at her husband.

"Nope, although I'm gonna have to jump in the ocean if you keep that up," Jairo said, trying to keep his eyes from following the sway of his wife's breasts. He tried, that didn't mean he succeeded.

"So cute," Celeste cooed.

"How about we fire up that grill they got and fix us some hamburgers for supper?" Jairo spoke as they gathered up their belongings as the hour of six drew near.

"Sure, Dad, that sounds great," Dayana stated wrapping herself in her towel to stave off the cold wind. "Thanks," she said sweetly, when Cory added his own to her shoulders. Trying not to wince at the pain in her abdomen as her cycle ramped up. Hoping it would be gone by Tuesday or Wednesday, that would give her enough time to have sex on the beach. Something she's always wanted to do, yet her ex-boyfriend never once joined them on their spring break trips. "You're sweet, when you want to be."

"Long as you don't go spreading it around," Cory muttered as he took hold of the handle of the cooler. They pretty much walked back to their rental in silence with Cory only saying a few words here and there.

"Mind draining the water before you bring it in Cory?" Jairo asked, as they set their cooler on the porch. "While the rest of us wash up." Lightly patting his son's arm when Cory shook his head.

Pushing the front door closed with the side of his foot as he carried the cooler into the kitchen. Then returning to lock the door before heading off to his room. Arching an eyebrow and tilting his head as he heard voices from his adjoining bathroom. Watching his sisters walk out after a quick rinse to wash off the sand and sunscreen. Both flashing him a smile as they walked past wrapped in their towels. Placing a kiss on each cheek for getting rid of that man.

Turning his head as Zoe's laughter filtered down the stairs as she found something extremely funny in her room when he pulled down his shirt as he walked into the kitchen.

"Cory come help me set up the grill," Jairo spoke carrying the bag of charcoal and the lighter fluid out the back door. "Find a wire brush, will ya?" he muttered as he banked half the charcoal on the left side of the grill to cook the burgers on indirect heat. "Son... you know you can talk to me, right?" Jairo spoke as Cory searched for the wire brush to clean the grill once it got hot enough.

"Why exactly would I want to do that?" Cory asked, with a snort. "You four haven't really shown me you actually care these last five years. How many times have I asked you all to stop? How many times did you actually heed my words? Zero! So, no, you're the last person I'd talk to about my problems."

"Cory..."

"Save it, Dad, you all made your bed, high time you lay in it," Cory stated holding up the brush for him. "Some pretty words aren't going to fix what you all spent years destroying," he said, rising to his feet.

Trying not to let his son's words get to him, yet here was his boy, telling him that connection between father and son would never be the same, ever again. "Is that why you want to go out west for your college?" Jairo asked to which Cory simply nodded. Turning around when Zoe burst through the door.

"Cory!" Zoe exclaimed, her hand reaching out taking hold of Cory's left hand and dragging him back into the house. Smiling at her mother as she made her famous cheese stuffed burgers.

"What is it?" Cory asked, aloofly. Pulling his hand free from her grasp.

"Not here, my room," Zoe whispered softly.

"Fine," Cory sighed. He had gotten what he wanted, whether they fuck ever again or not didn't really matter to him. What mattered was they would always remember how they were begging for his cock. Noting how Dayana was curled up on the couch in the living room covered up with an Afghan due to how chilled she normally got during her cycle. Noticing how her eyes glanced at him as he followed Zoe up the stairs. "What's this about?" Cory asked, crossing his arms as he stood in the middle of the room.

"Here, read it," Zoe said, with a devious smile as she handed over her phone.

Cory's thumb moved along the screen of his sister's phone as he scrolled up as he noted the numerous texts the man sent.

'Zoe?! Please can't we talk?'

'What's there to talk about you fucking cheater!'

'I deserve that, yet Zoe we're so good together, Can't you see it in your heart to give me another chance?'

'Did you get the email I sent?'

'No, not yet, why?'

'Watch it, it will show you all you need to know you asshole! Now fuck off, I'm going to get some sun!'

Cory noted that there wasn't another text for another hour before Zoe's ex-boyfriend bombarded his sister's phone.

'You fucking bitch!'

'How could you do this to us?!'

'I'm sorry, I let my emotions get away from me. Zoe, I love you! Please come back to me?!'

Cory ran his thumb up as the man sent one pleading text after another. It got rather embarrassing to say the least at how desperate the man was. Did the man really think his sister was going to fall for his bullshit? His eyes glanced up at how Zoe still had that shit eating grin on her face.

'Fuck no! I don't date fucking cheating, lying assholes!'

'It's funny you feel betrayed seeing me getting fucked by that big ass fucking cock! And God, did it feel so fucking good! How my pussy was just cumming and cumming as that cock just pounded my pussy?! You saw it, you saw how stretched out it got hugging that thick root. Something you can never fucking do. So we're through, I'm his slut now. Now fuck off and die you cunt!'

"What are you doing?" Cory asked, as Zoe knelt before him and pulled down his shorts.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Zoe shot back with a coy smile. "I'm going to suck your dick," she cooed, before her lips wrapped around his soft member. "Take a picture and send it to him," Zoe directed before sinking back down her brother's root. Her eyes lustered as she peered up as her brother as she took what she could of his cock into her mouth.

"Told you to leave her alone, now when I get back I'm going to seek out each and every woman you're interested in and make them an offer. My cock or your teeny tiny one," Cory typed out after he had sent the picture to the man. "I wonder who they will choose."

"Fuck you asshole! Zoe is mine!"

"The fuck she is, do you not see her slobbering all over my cock? I think she's long forgotten about you."

"I'm going to find you, and I'm going to kick your ass!"

Seeing Zoe rolling her eyes when Cory showed her the text. Easing off his cock muffling his moan as she did. Arching an eyebrow when she took her phone from him and rose to her feet. Shooting his sister a look when she pushed down her hip hugging shorts and stepping out of them.

"I want you to fuck me while I call him," Zoe said, patting her peach.

Shrugging his shoulders, who was he to pass up the chance to get his dick wet again? Cory certainly wasn't going to forego fucking his sister. She was his slut after all. Noting how Zoe peered up at him with a sultry gaze as she laid on her back. Listening to her gasp as she guided his rod into the heat of her core.

"Not all of it, I'm already sore I'd like to be able to walk to dinner," Zoe said, with a coy smirk. Blowing her brother a kiss, bringing her phone over her mound after dialing his number. Hearing his excited voice coming over the speaker as she made him listen to how wet she was. "Did you hear that, you ass? Did you hear that fat cock getting my pussy so wet, wetter than anything thing you've done in the months we've been together. That's the closest you'll ever get to my pussy ever again!" Zoe shouted into her phone as her 32D breasts jiggled as Cory thrusted eight inches of his rod into her.

"Zoe?! Please, we can talk about this baby..."

"There is nothing to talk about! What part of that can't you get through your fucking... Fuck! Yes! That's it, right there!" Her moan interrupted her anger filled tirade. "Oh God! That cock feels so good in my pussy," Zoe whimpered in pleasure as Cory gently rubbed her clit. "You like my tight little pussy don't you baby?" Her smile lifted the corners of her lips when she placed her finger to them when Cory gave her a puzzled look when she called him that.

"Please Zoe, think about what you're doing to us?!" Cory just chuckled at the man's needy display.

"There is no fucking us! Why is that so fucking hard for you to understand?!" Her wail filled the room as she came hard on her brother's cock. "Fuck! Yes! Did you hear that?! Five minutes and he has me cumming! You can't even do that! You worthless piece of shit! Now fuck off and die! Don't ever contact me again!" Tossing her phone towards the head of her bed. Her eyes running up her brother's body as her fingers held onto the edge of the bed. Ignoring how her phone was ringing like mad while she laid there enjoying the bliss that was filling her body. "Paint my tits, Cory," Zoe said hurriedly, feeling his cock beginning to swell foretelling of his eruption. Quickly pulling her shirt and bra up exposing her 32D breasts to him. She couldn't wait to feel his lips on them. Smiling wickedly when she saw that hot white load just painting her breasts in that sticky ooze. Reaching for her phone, snapping a picture of herself as Cory's cum glistened in the light. Typing out: 'Take a good long look this will be the last time you ever see them. Doesn't my man's load look so good covering them?!'

Turning her head, looking sadly at her brother's back as he left her room without a word to her. Pressing her hands to her face wondering how she could be so arrogant as to think that her words weren't hurting her brother. She had no wish to cause him such pain. Yet, no matter how much she wished that to be true, the reality was far different from her hopes. Licking her breasts clean, or what she could reach with her tongue. She was never one to slurp down a man's load unless she really, really like the boy or man. However, she didn't understand why she had no qualms about tasting her brother's own cum. Wiping her eyes, knowing she couldn't cry about the past, all she could do was pray that she could fix things with Cory in the present.

"Kids, come outside for a minute!" Celeste hollered as she stuck her head into the kitchen when she opened the back door.

Cory sighed as he pocketed his phone as he rose from his seat. Looking over at Dayana as she lightly bumped against his shoulder. While trying to ignore how Zoe swayed her ass as she walked in front of him.

"Kids, come meet the neighbors," Celeste spoke with a smile on her face as Jairo waited for the coals to become grey to start cooking their burgers. "This here is Sam and Delilah," she said, introducing the couple. Who simple uttered a warm 'hello' to them. "And this is..."

"Hi, I'm Cassy, but the two of you can call me Cass, or anything you want," she said, her short black hair was spiked and tipped blue in her punk rock look. Her fish-net layer could be seen through the strategically placed holes, which appeared to be made by scissors, on her perfectly good Sex Pistols t-shirt. Her skinny blue jeans contoured to her small, firm ass. The rings and studs that lined her right ear, eyebrow and lower lip glinted in the late evening light. Not noticing how Cory moved off when he clearly wasn't important enough for her to introduce herself to.

"Cass?!" Delilah spoke in that firm motherly voice. "You're being rude..." Her eyes flickered over to Cory as he stood by his father's side. Who was nodding along when Jairo was speaking to him about something in a low voice, who simply waved their daughter off when she started to speak.

"Why should I introduce myself, you clearly already have your sights on something and couldn't even see me when I was standing less than five feet from you."

"Cory, be polite," Jairo spoke placing a firm hand on his son's shoulder.

"Thought I was?" Cory retorted.

Sighing, "Grease the grill while I go get me a beer," Jairo said, to which his son simply nodded. "Anyone want one?" he asked, being a polite host. Arching an eyebrow when his daughters nodded that they too would like one. He didn't take them for beer drinkers. Then again, he should have figured they were given the parties they go to on their college campus.

"I wouldn't mind one," Cassy said, with a friendly smile.

"You sure you're old enough?" Jairo joked, getting a flirtatious smirk from Cassy.

"Old enough to show you a few tricks," Cassy retorted getting a giggle out of Celeste.

"Cassy?!"

"It's quite alright," waving Delilah off, "I know how attractive my husband is, and I know he isn't going to run off on me," Celeste said, flashing Jairo a smoldering look of want.

"Go ahead, dear," Delilah cooed lightly patting Sam's chest.

"Wouldn't mind a cold one," Sam stated with a friendly smile.

Cory was about done lubing up the grill, ignoring the chatter that was taking place behind him. Pulling out his phone when it began to ring in his pocket. Wondering why his boss was calling him when she knew he was on vacation.

"Hey Mrs. Ross," Cory answered listening to the sizzling of the oil on the grate as he moved the oil-soaked paper towel along it.

"Hi, Cory, I was wondering; could you do me a favor?"

"Umm... sure, don't know how much I can do from the beach, Mrs. Ross."

"You're coming back Friday right?"

"Let me ask," putting his boss on hold and looking to his mother, "when we leaving again?" Cory asked, looking at his mother who was chatting away with the neighbors.

"Tuesday, when we take your father home to pack for his trip," Celeste replied, hiding the hurt from her eyes when she saw nothing in her son's eyes that showed he had any connection to them.

"I'll be back Wednesday, why?" Cory asked, returning to his conversation.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then would you mind coming in Wednesday night and working through Friday, and I'll give you the weekend off."

"What time?"

"Say three to nine each night?"

"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem." Glancing over when his father set the tray of burgers on the table that also held the beers for those who had asked for one. What stood out to him was that there were only seven burgers on the tray and not eight. Which meant he wouldn't be eating with them given how obviously his parents had invited the neighbors to join them.

"Thank you, Cory. You're a life saver. I'll see you Wednesday."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Ross," Cory stated pocketing his phone once their call was over.

"Cory..."

"It's fine, I'll go out for dinner," Cory cut his father off.

"Now hold on," Sam spoke up, "we certainly don't want to put your son out."

"I said it was fine," Cory said coldly, looking over at the man. "Entertaining the neighbors must have slipped her mind when she was making them. Simple mistake," he stated shrugging his shoulders.

"Where will you go?" Celeste asked, with a worried look.

"There's a seafood place down the street, think I'll head there," Cory stated walking back into the house.

"We didn't..."

"It's okay," Celeste said, faking her smile yet she did berate herself for not counting out the patties. She just got distracted at the signs Sam and Delilah were giving off. "Cory has always had an independent streak in him." Glancing over to her husband as he thundered back into the house.

"Cory!" Jairo spoke in a loud, firm voice. Causing his son to stop in the open doorway of the front door. "We have hot dogs and everything else..."

"You want me to have hot dogs while you all have mom's burgers?" Cory spoke in disbelief. "I'm tired of being thought of as second best, and those hot dogs are just that." Closing the door behind him before his father could utter a word.

"Shit?!" Jairo cursed, running his hand through his hair knowing he was only making it worse.

"I'm sorry honey, I just didn't think..."

"It's okay," Jairo said sadly, stepping up to his wife who had taken over the grill. "I didn't think about it either."

"Is your son okay?" Delilah asked, concerned. "We really didn't mean to interrupt if this was meant to be a family dinner." Feeling her husband's arm around her as Sam nodded along.

"No, the fault is mine, I just got distracted and didn't make enough. Cory's a smart boy, he knows how to take care of himself," Celeste said, hiding the sadness deep in her heart.

"That brother of yours is rather..." Cassy stopped herself as Zoe shot her a pointed look as she took a sip of her beer. "So, how about the three of us do something tomorrow?" she uttered trying to steer the conversation away from that topic.

"Like?" Dayana asked, rolling her hand.

"We could hit the shops in the late morning, then grab lunch, then stroll down to the boardwalk and take in the sights. It'll be a blast," Cassy said, lightly touching Dayana's arm as she openly flirted with the both of them.

"It could be fun, sis," Zoe said, peering over at Dayana. "Plus, it isn't like we can go swimming in the ocean right now."

"True," Dayana mused. "When do you want to go?"

"Say ten? Ten should be good," Cassy said, with a smile bringing her bottle to her lips. "Something wrong?" she asked, seeing Zoe's mood sour when she stared at the screen of her phone.

"Just my ex-boyfriend that won't take a hint that we're done," Zoe grumbled. "See, I send him all this and he still thinks we have a chance." Smirking when Cassy nearly spit out and choked on her beer as she stared at the paused video of hours before that showed off her brother's giant cock.

"Holy fuck! That's a huge cock!"

"Cass! Language?!" Sam barked in a fatherly voice.

"What!? It is!" Cassy exclaimed turning towards her parents. "Mom, you have to see this... thing. It's huge!"

"I'm sure you're just imagining things," Delilah said, dismissively.

"The hell I am, I'll bring it back," Cassy said, over her shoulder as she grabbed Zoe's phone from her hand. "Told you I wasn't lying," she stated with a triumphant smile at her mother's gaping mouth.

"Holy fuck, that's a big cock!" Delilah said, breathlessly. "You're damn lucky, no offense honey," she said to Zoe then looked back at her husband.

"Yeah, no worries, I can't compete with that," Sam said, in a good natured chuckle once he saw the image.

"I don't think many men can," Jairo said, from over his shoulder.

"Trust me, it is rather... filling," Celeste stated with a knowing smirk.

"Have you? Oh, you have to tell me," Delilah squealed dragging Celeste off to the side.

"Sorry about that," Cassy said shyly, handing Zoe's phone back to her. "I hope that thing didn't tear you to shreds," she uttered, wondering how both of them tasted.

"A little," Zoe admitted. "But, God, it was worth it," she moaned nearly drooling.

"I bet," Cassy nodded along. "Seems your brother is back," she stated jutting her chin towards Cory's image through the gaps of the fence. "I take it that you all don't get along with one another? Is he an asshole or something?"

"He can be an ass, but he isn't an asshole, just let it drop. It's family business," Dayana said with a sigh, as she stared down into her now empty bottle.

"Hey," lifting Dayana's chin, and caressing Zoe's right cheek, "two beautiful, hot, sexy women like yourselves shouldn't look so down. I won't ask yet, what kind of brother makes his own sisters feel like this?" Cassy asked, not knowing what had transpired for the past five years.

Dayana and Zoe remained silent on the matter, "Don't worry, I'll have a chat with him. I know you two will probably let the matter rest. Yet, I just can't when two lovely ladies are hurting," Cassy said, with a wink.

"Wait! No," Zoe and Dayana said in unison taking hold of Cassy's arms. "Don't. Just don't, alright."

"Alright, alright, I won't tell him how much of a douche he's acting like to the two of you. Here, let me go get us some more beers," Cassy said politely, taking the bottles from them. "Can I get you another beer?" she asked, picking up Jairo's empty bottle.

"Sure, although we're going to have to make a beer run," Jairo joked, flashing her a smile to hide what he was truly feeling right then.

"Don't worry mate, we bought a case when we arrived yesterday," Sam said, enjoying the last of his Sam Adams pale ale. "Honey, run to the house, and grab the case, would ya?"

"Sure, Pops," Cassy said, flashing her stepfather a dazzling smile. Shaking her ass for Jairo; she had seen the hints the subtle tells their body language gave off. If what she suspected was true, they were like her parents: swingers. And she aimed to get fucked one way or another tonight. While she wasn't strictly a lesbian, she did, however, favor the ladies more than the men in her sexual encounters. If a man caught her fancy, sure she would ride him around the world and then some. Like she wanted to do the moment she laid eyes on Jairo she knew she wanted to feel his hands on her ass as he held her aloft as she glided along that cock of his. Although, it didn't stop her from glancing at Cory as she passed the window when he sat at the kitchen table. His Styrofoam box lid was open as he just sat there with a pessimistic look on his face munching on a French fry.

Quickly turning her gaze away when he caught her looking. Telling Zoe and Dayana she would be right back and not to go anywhere in a rather sexy tone. Hoping that both of them would be open to a little experimenting. She wouldn't mind taking a crack at Celeste either. Not that she hasn't been with an older woman before, she did like variety.

"Honey, couldn't you wait for us?" Celeste asked, as she and Delilah started to get the side dishes ready for their meal.

"Couldn't you have made another hamburger?" Cory retorted.

Delilah remained silent throughout it all. She didn't know if this was a normal conversation with them or not, nor did she know the family dynamic that caused this tension between them.

"I apologized Cory. It was a simple mistake," Celeste said, as she sliced the tomato.

"Uh-huh," Cory muttered before dipping his jumbo shrimp into the tartar sauce. "Rather not have my shrimp or fries getting cold, waiting," he said, with indifference. "Plus, it isn't like you make those often. So this is probably the last time I would have ever eaten one."

"Don't say that," Celeste pleaded, when it sounded like her son wasn't ever planning to come home again.​