Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

"Cory, Cory, Cory?!" A sweet, haunting voice whispered in his ear. "We're home, Cory." Dayana's face came into view as Cory opened his good eye as he came too. Stretching out, his grogginess clearing as he looked around to get his bearings. That was when his gaze fell on the old '53 Ford pickup with a custom paint job, with a long car trailer attached to its tow hitch. Sitting upon that trailer was his '69 Mustang Mach 1 429 Cobra Jet. The baby blue paint job that once adorned it could be seen in a few spots on its old body, along with a few dents. However, that was to be expected given how old the car was and the number of owners it once had before landing in Cory's lap. Jairo, their father, wasted no time in parking their Explore along the curb in front of their house, so they could pull the Mustang into the garage once they had moved Celeste's car out of the way.

"How are you feeling, buddy?" Jairo asked when he helped his son out of the seat.

"Sleepy, but... not bad, given everything," Cory stated, suppressing his yawn.

"You boys go look at the pretty car; we ladies will handle the big stuff," Celeste stated in a teasing tone as she walked around the front of the SUV. Knowing Jairo didn't have a lot of time before he had to leave for the airport to catch his flight. Her 32D breasts moved gracefully beneath her shirt, her sandy blonde hair bounced against her shoulders, her skin showed off the light tan she was able to start during their stay at the beach. Her emerald green eyes lustered as she gazed upon the two men in her life. "Go on, shoo, you menfolk always gets in the way," she said, waving them off. Smiling at her husband's chuckle and her concern was evident in her eyes as she eyed her son. It had been roughly two days since Cory was released from the hospital. While she was glad that so far Cory's health has steadily improved, yet she didn't like seeing her son in so much pain.

"Thanks for bringing it over," Jairo said, as he greeted his coworker.

"Not a problem," the man said, with a friendly smile. "So... this is your son?" he asked, slyly noting how injured Cory was.

"This is him," Jairo nodded, placing a hand on Cory's shoulder.

"If you look like this, I wonder how the other three fared," the man said, with a coy smile.

"A lot worse, I can assure you," Cory stated, matching the man's smile.

"Already have the car unchained, why don't we get this baby down," looking down at Cory's hands, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep a handle on the car's horsepower given the shape of his hands, "and we'll take a little spin? Good," the man uttered when Cory nodded vigorously.

Cory watched excitedly as the man backed the car off the trailer. Seeing his father nodding towards the car telling him to go on. Seeing the man nod when he thanked him for opening the door for him. Feeling the rumble of the engine traveling up his spine once he was settled in the passenger seat.

"Better hold on; this thing has some power to it," the man warned before making the tires bark, the ass end squatting down as he applied a little bit more gas once they were past his home. "The wiring is all new, so you don't have to worry about anything like that. Just a new radio and speakers," he said, pointing to the hole where the old radio used to be. "I got a guy that upholsters my other cars. He'll give you a good price on the seats. A lot cheaper than buying new ones."

"Do they do custom work?" Cory asked, seeing the heads that the car was turning as they cruised down the street.

"They do," the man nodded. "I'll send your dad the link I use when I'm restoring an old car. For liners and such, it already has a new dash installed, and the liner is new," he said, reaching forward and tapping it. "So you don't need to worry about that. Most is just minor work to get it back into its sleek shape. Expensive, but minor."

"Bet your son loved this car," Cory mused, "sorry," seeing the look in the man's eyes.

"It's alright, and he did. This was his dream car; now I hope it will be yours."

"I planned on it," Cory said, running his left index finger along the top of the dash. "You know any good painters?" he asked, turning to look at the man as the rumble of the exhaust quieted down as they slowed to a stop before turning back onto his street. Wondering how much a back windshield was. Arching an eyebrow when the man chuckled.

"You get the paint; I'll paint it for you. I paint cars in my spare time, have my own paint shop at my house. Saves me a ton of money when one of my cars gets finished."

"How many cans of paint would I need to paint this car?" Cory asked, as the man took a left onto his street.

"Three should be enough." Cory noted how his family was watching as Jairo directed the man to pull it into the garage.

"Enjoy the ride?" Zoe asked, as she opened the door for him.

"Oh, yeah," Cory said, with a wide smile on his lips.

"Good. I can't wait for this thing to be ready," Zoe said, not hiding her excitement.

"We have time before we have to catch that flight. Want to put in the back glass," the man said, pointing at the hole. "Since I'm here and all."

"You got everything it needs?" Jairo asked, unsure if he or Cory could do it on their own. Minor car repair they could handle. Putting in a new piece of glass wasn't something he or Cory had the skill or experience to do.

"It's all in the bed of my truck," the man said, pointing over his shoulder at it.

"Everything?" Celeste asked, perplexed.

"Every item missing on this beauty except the hood, at least on the outside, the interior you'll have to handle," he said, looking right at Cory.

"Already one step ahead of you," Cory stated with a wide smile.

It didn't take long with everyone, including Cory, as much as he could with his hands in the shape they were in, helping to unload the bed of the truck getting it neatly stored in the garage. Cory was looking over everything that was lined up on the workbench, along with the few bigger items, such as the car's grill, which they had leaned against the wall.

"Hey, what's this window for?" Cory asked, looking over at the man as he laid a bead of the glass adhesive to the metal of the car frame after prepping it.

"Goes to the right window. It's not hard putting one in; you just need patience and a steady hand," the man spoke in a teacherly voice. "I'll contact the guy I was dealing with and see if he still has that hood."

"Thanks," Cory said, watching the man nod and how he worked. Stepping aside and out of the way as they unboxed the glass, cleaning the edges so they would get a good seal. Seeing how his father followed the man's instructions as they laid it onto its housing.

"Hand me that rubber mallet." Cory jumped at the chance to be able to do something besides watching it all. Even if it was just fetching a tool, he was still a part of it, albeit in a very minor role. "Yeah, that's nice," the man said, in praise of his and his father's work. "Let it sit for at least 48 hours, just so you're certain the adhesive is cured." Cory nodded in understanding. While he might not be able to use his hands, that didn't mean he couldn't brush up and watch whatever he could find on the net on how to restore a car. "If you're not worried about parts matching, it shouldn't cost you too much. If you're going with the authentic look, that's where you'll be dipping into a lot of cash. Here," holding out a business card to Cory, "that's my paint guy, he can make you any kind of paint you want, It's a bit pricey, but worth it, as you can see," he said, gesturing to his truck.

"Can he make a two-toned, metallic kind of paint?" Cory asked, thanking him for the card. Not missing the luster in the man's eyes when he asked that.

"Two-toned, huh?" he asked, with a coy smile. "It would look nice on that car. Sure, something like that shouldn't be too hard for him to make. It might take him a few days to make it, but his paint is top-notch."

"Thanks," Cory said, slipping the card into his back pocket.

"I appreciate this," Jairo spoke, shaking his friend's hand.

"Any time. I'll see you at the airport." Sharing a nod with Jairo before saying goodbye to his family and headed towards his truck.

"Let me take that," Celeste said, taking the title from her husband. "I'll go by the DMV in the morning before work and get the car transferred over."

"You'll be needing these," Jairo said, handing his son the keys. "Just no driving it until we get the tag."

"Yeah, won't be a problem," Cory said, moving his fingers like miniature pincers. "You want to fire it up again, don't you?" he asked, seeing that boyish look in his father's eyes. "Go on," Cory said, tossing the keys in the air, which his father had no trouble catching.

"The inside isn't so bad, or not as bad as I thought it would be," Jairo spoke, looking around the interior of the car. "Shouldn't be too much work for us," he stated, peering out the open driver's side window.

"Cory, can we...?!" Zoe squealed happily as he nodded for them to get in. She and Dayana filed into the rear seat; their mother elegantly glided into the passenger seat.

"Start this bad li'l pony," Celeste cooed, teasingly running her fingertips down Jairo's forearm.

Cory noted the looks in their eyes when his father turned the car over. Then seeing how they wiggled their asses into the seats. Their eyes widened, then narrowing as he suspected the engine's rumbling was playing acutely along their mounds. Lowering the garage door once his father cut off his car.

"How long will you be gone for?" Celeste asked, as she helped to get her husband packed.

"I'll be home next weekend, then I'll have to fly out early Monday morning and repeat the process in two-week intervals for a month or two. Depends on how fast I can correct their screw-up," Jairo said, zipping up the bag that contained his work clothes. At the same time, Celeste packed another for his other clothes.

"You know, we're going to have to watch out for those types of girls now, don't you?" Celeste asked; her emerald green left eye peered through the strands of her sandy blonde hair as she looked at her husband.

Jairo arched an eyebrow; the lights of their bedroom played along his mint green eyes, just like Zoe's. Wondering why his wife would bring that up. "I would think, once word gets around about that dick he has, it will cause far more of those types of girls coming out of the woodwork instead of a car," Jairo retorted.

"True," Celeste admitted. "We'll just have to be extra attentive." Not willing to give up her unicorn to just anyone.

"You going to be able to handle Cory on your own?" Jairo asked, once all his bags were packed.

"Don't worry, I think I can manage," Celeste said, with a nod.

"Cassy still coming over tomorrow?"

"Yep, she and her parents just got home," Celeste said, showing Jairo the text message Delilah had sent her.

"Good," Jairo said, feeling his worry lifting from his shoulders with someone with a medical background looking after his son while he was away.

"I'll take your bags down; you go say bye to the kids," Celeste said, in a loving tone as she placed a kiss on his lips.

"Need some help?" Jairo asked, as he saw Cory standing shirtless in his room, fiddling with the bandages that covered his wounds.

"Yeah, if you don't mind," Cory sighed in frustration.

"I need you to look after your mother for me while I'm gone," Jairo said, as he gently removed the taped gauze from his son's chest uncovering the laceration that ran from his right shoulder to his left hip.

"Huh?"

"She gets antsy when I'm gone for so long," Jairo stated, "sorry," he uttered when he wasn't trying to pull his son's chest hair out what little he could see. Cory was like Celeste in the fact he had rather fine body hair that made it rather hard to see in normal lighting. The only part of himself he could see in his son was the darker patch of hair on the middle of his chest.

"Oh."

"Would appreciate it if you could give her what she needs from time to time. At least this way, I don't have to chase off some guy who just can't take a hint," Jairo grumbled in annoyance.

"Happens a lot, I take it?" Cory asked, studying his father's face.

"More than you know, they think just because she's... well, you know how she is in bed," Jairo said, flashing his son a knowing smile.

"Yeah... I do, so these guys think just because she takes them on the wherry-twirl that they'd get a repeat performance?" Cory asked for clarification.

"Pretty much," Jairo nodded. "The last time I was out of town, the man she picked up stalked her for two weeks until she got frightened enough to call the cops. We haven't seen him since, so hopefully, he took the hint," he said, seeing his son's brow wrinkling and the look in his eye that he knew told him; Cory was thinking back to that time.

"I... do remember seeing an odd car... it would drive off the moment the driver saw me step outside... why didn't you tell us that Mom had a Stalker?" Cory asked low, so not to let on he knew their parents were swingers. He didn't know if his sisters knew or not.

"Think about it for a moment Cory, how do you think that conversation would go?" Jairo uttered with a pointed look.

"Good point," Cory replied, remembering when he walked in on them a few weeks ago before his world changed. "Grew a bigger dick, check. Got myself stabbed, check. Fucked a Pixie, check. Not bad for a spring break," he thought to himself as he watched his father peeling off the last bandage over the laceration.

"There you go," Jairo said, removing the very last one. "I want you to call me if something changes when I'm gone. I'll fly right home, alright?"

"Right," Cory nodded, wondering if he could tell him about his ring finger. Shaking the thought from his mind, if it didn't get better when the swelling went down, then he might tell them.

"Let me know what the doctor says about your hands tomorrow," Jairo said, bringing his son in for a hug.

"Let's not make it weird, alright?" Cory spoke, feeling a little strange given the limited physical encounters of such nature in the past five years. Hearing his father's chuckle in his ear, lightly patting his father's back. "Be safe and remember if you get stuck on an island. Don't lose Wilson."

"Love you too, Cory," Jairo said, shaking his head with a smile on his face as he walked out of his son's room. "Wilson."

Cory would reluctantly admit that he did have a smile on his lips at his father's amused laugh. Looking over, when his phone went off, she might be a rude, one-track-minded woman in his opinion; she was damn hot. "Hello... Pixie," Cory greeted, drawing out the first word as he lowered himself into his desk chair.

"Hello there, Grumpy; how're the other six dwarfs?" Cory felt the corners of his lips lifting at Cassy's retort.

"Don't know, we've been estranged for so long, I just wouldn't know," Cory replied, getting a chuckle out of her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Given that I got stabbed two days ago... it could be worse," Cory admitted.

"You going to be at your place for a few hours?"

"Yeah, I do live here; why?" Cory asked, as he powered up his tower and monitor, so he could watch some YouTube videos on how to go about redoing the interior of his Mustang. He so wanted to drive it! Yet, he knew with how his hands were, he was liable to cause an accident with the horsepower he felt from the passenger seat.

"Well, I do have to give you a bath, Cory, and do everything a good day nurse is supposed to do."

"Uh-huh, you sure this isn't about hanging out with my sister?" Turning his head when he heard his sister's approaching footsteps. Seeing her appearing in his doorway like she magically knew they were talking about her. Although, it was probably because he wasn't keeping his voice low nor hiding their conversation. Cory did find it interesting when Zoe's mint green eyes darted from him to his phone and back again.

"What can I say? Your sister is one smokin' hot babe." Rolling his eyes when Zoe was nodding along. "So back to my question, are you going to be there in a few hours?"

"Yeah, wasn't planning on leaving, too much hassle, you know?"

"Okay, good, I have a few errands to run before I head over there. I should be there by no later than four."

"Alright, not like I'm going anywhere," Cory stated as his fingers moved over the keyboard while keeping a sly glance on his middle sister. He could see she was elated when Cassy called her a 'hot babe.'

"So... what are you typing?"

"How to kill Pixies," Cory said, in a dark tone.

"Ha, ha, you can't kill Pixies. We're immortal."

"Then the battle will be eternal; I can live with that," Cory mused, noting how Zoe stepped into his room.

"Oh? Can you? Are you sure we can't agree on an armistice?"

"I don't know, Pixie. Dragons aren't known to back down when awoken," Cory retorted.

"Then I guess I just need to tame that dragon again," Cassy sighed loudly over the phone.

"Then you need to bring enough earplugs for the whole street, given how vocal you were the last time," Cory teased, feeling his sister's light touch on his shoulders.

"I wasn't that loud?!"

"Umm... did you not see those older ladies just tipping their hats to me afterward. You were very loud. I think the whole beach heard you." Looking down as Zoe's hands moved down his chest as she leaned forward. Placing the back of his head within the valley of her orbs.

"They did not?!"

"Did too; they all learned Pixies scream," Cory joked, feeling his skin prickle when Zoe lightly nibbled on his neck.

"I need you in me, Cory," Zoe whispered into his ear. "Forget the flirting right now. I need you," she cooed hungrily, yet low so Cassy wouldn't hear.

"Liar! They so didn't!" Cory heard her giggle coming over the line. "Alright, I've got to run; I'll see you at four."

"Later," Cory replied before Cassy hung up. Only to have Zoe turning his chair towards her. "What ya doing?" Although he knew what she was about to do, it was always good to get them to admit that they wanted his cock.

"What does it look like?" Zoe shot back with a smirk. Leaning on her right hand on the armrest of Cory's chair while her left hand softly kneaded his groin. To entice that dragon of his to awaken one more time.

"I don't know, something devious, methinks."

"Devious, huh? Is that what you think is going to happen, li'l brother?" Zoe purred, feeling his manhood arousing from its slumber.

"Well, let's recap, I have very limited grip with my hands. So holding you up is out of the question, and I can't very well be between those legs making you moan on my bed. So... I don't know, what do you think is going to happen?" Cory asked, turning the tables around on his sister.

"First... I'm going to suck your dick, then I'm going to make you watch as I play with myself just so I'm wet enough to become the next dragon tamer," the corners of her lips rose at her brother's snort, "then when this big, hard thing is all nice and ready. You're going to take me from behind. That shouldn't be too hard on you, will it?" Zoe asked, knowing Dayana wouldn't be doing this with him for another day or so. She knew her sister's cycle sometimes ran longer than expected when it was a bad month. She knew how much her sister was looking forward to having some hot beach sex. Yet when they were out looking at shops after visiting Cory in the hospital, she never once saw her sister looking at any man when she knew there were plenty of hot, spring break guys on the boardwalk that day. She wondered why. Then there was Dayana sticking to his side, whenever or if ever he needed a helping hand. It was quite odd if you asked her. Then again, they never knew anyone that would do for them what Cory did on that beach.

"Possibly," Cory stated, a little unsure if his stitches and staples could handle the stress of fucking like that. He so didn't want to pop a stitch or staple in the middle of it. He doubted that after two days, his wounds have healed up enough to prevent him from bleeding out if that happened. His mind flashed back to when the doctor removed the staples above his navel, so he could have stitches put in. He knew the amount of blood while minor in the hospital, yet at his home, minutes away from an ER, he didn't know if he would make it or not.

"Then let's not chance it; I don't mind riding the dragon," Zoe said, with a sensuous smile.

"Well... I can't deny you look good going bouncy, bouncy," Cory retorted, matching her smile.

"Mmm, I do, don't I?" Zoe cooed, running the tips of her fingers down his hardening length. "Why don't you go lay on the bed while I close your door," she said, feeling the heat of his erection on the palm of her hand.

"Fucking cocksuckers!" Dayana's hormone-driven rage-filled curse filled the house. "I'm going to kill those lying two-timing cunts! Cory!"

"Save yourself," Cory warned, knowing what their older sister was like during this time of the month.

"So love you," Zoe whispered before darting out of his room.

Cory sighed, looking down at his cock, knowing it wasn't going to get pleasured anytime soon. It's a shame, isn't it? He felt a cold chill creeping up his spine as he heard his sister's anger-filled stomps nearing his room. Taking a swallow when he noticed the fury in her dark hunter green eyes as she appeared in his doorway.

"Cory," her voice was sweet, yet he knew it meant trouble, "will you help me?"

"Huh?" Cory muttered, confused.

"Please, will you take it out?" Dayana pleaded when her eyes dipped low, noting the shape of the outline of his cock.

"One: why? Two: what for? Three: whatever this is about, isn't about me, is it?" Cory asked, as he peered at his sister from his desk chair.

"The bastard has been screwing my bestie for months now?!" Dayana seethed in rage.

"Umm... didn't you like cheat on him as well?" Rolling back further towards the window as that glare of hers burnt into him.

"You know why I was doing that!"

"Still, cheating is cheating, regardless if he could get you off or not," Cory said, trying to be the voice of reason. Yet, his sister wasn't known to be reasonable when she was in this state. Nevertheless, he's wrangled with this beast enough to know its quirks. He's already lost a spleen; he'd rather not lose a hand as well. He could see that took some of the bluster out of her sails, although not enough to stop her.

"Take it out, Dilan," Dayana growled in a firm tone, a tone that told him not to push it given how she only used his middle name when she was really peeved.

"Alright, alright," Cory said, holding up his injured hands. "How do you suppose I do that?"

"You get up and drop your shorts," Dayana stated, rolling her eyes at his stupid question.

"Asking a lot from an injured man, you know?"

"Sorry..." Dropping her chin, her cheeks heating, knowing the plight he had gone through because of her, "it's just that I want to get back at the two of them. If I had known this was going on, I would've ended it months ago. Please, Cory?!"

"This one of the friends you told about my small cock?" Cory asked, tilting his head to the side. The way his sister looked away in shame told him that she had. "I see," his tone grew cold, "fine, let's get this over with, shall we?" Pulling on the ends of the drawstring and pushing his shorts to his floor. Without his shorts hampering its ascension, in a mere few seconds, his crown was pointing at her.

"Bear with me, Cory," Dayana said, softening her tone. "Please, don't look at me like that," she pleaded when his gaze turned cold.

"How am I supposed to look at you?"

Dayana was speechless; on the one hand, she wanted him to look at her like they were siblings. On the other hand, she wanted him to look at her like the woman he risked his life for. She was conflicted about what she was supposed to feel towards Cory, nor did she want to face the emotions she felt brewing in her heart. She knew Cory wouldn't be accepting of them, at least not at the moment. Furthermore she certainly couldn't at the moment. Not only that, but she, herself, was trying to come to terms with it. "You're supposed to look at me like the woman who has your cock in her hand," Dayana said, sweetly.

"That so?"

"Mmmhmm," Dayana hummed. "I'll be quick, I promise," she whispered before bringing up her phone and snapping a picture of her hand around the base of Cory's manhood.

Cory looked down then to his sister's hand as her thumb moved rapidly along the screen as she typed out a text to her former best friend. Arching an eyebrow when he read the message, she was typing out with one thumb that read: 'Keep that cumless, tiny wonder all you want. As you can see, I have something far, far, far bigger and orgasmic than that loser could ever hope to achieve. Enjoy the lack of orgasms. He surely doesn't know how to give a woman one, even with the amount of sex we've had. Now lose my number, and don't ever speak to me again!' However, her left hand wasn't motionless either. Cory had to bite his lip as she gently stroked his shaft.

"Thank you," leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips, "I feel better..." Dayana couldn't help herself; one kiss wasn't enough. No. She needed more!

Cory was surprised when Dayana kissed him with such passion and hunger that his mind seemed to shut down as her tongue rolled in his mouth. Feeling her hand squeezing lightly on his crown while the pads of her fingers teased the underside of it. Their eyes stared into each other's when Dayana pulled away, yet her hand never once left his cock.

"How about..."

"Don't you go stealing the cock I got hard?!" Zoe huffed from his doorway, nude as the day she was born. "Go on, you'd best answer that," she nodded towards her sister's ringing phone. "I'll take care of that," Zoe said, her eyes zeroing in on the bead of pre-cum that had oozed out from his core. Licking her lips as she watched it drip to the floor.

"But..."

"Nah-uh, I aroused it, I get to fuck it," Zoe said, crossing her arms in defiance.

"Or neither of you do," Cory cut in. He wasn't expecting the looks of shock and horror in their eyes when those words left his lips.

"That's just cruel, Cory?!" Dayana bemoaned as her phone continued to ring. "Fuck! God damn it, what the hell do you want?!" she screamed into her phone. "Of course, it's fucking real! I'm jacking him off right now, you cunt! Don't you dare?!" Dayana hissed when Cory tried to ease himself out of her grip.

Cory was already injured; he wanted to avoid adding a broken cock to the list of things that's befallen him in the last two months. So, he stayed rooted as his sister's glare seared into his skin.

"Why the fuck would I want to show me sucking him off to you? Fuck no! You lost any right for favors when you fucked my ex! Now fuck off!" Blowing out a breath when she ended the call. "Sorry, Cory, I didn't mean to get you in the middle of things."

"You can like stop, you know," Cory said, gesturing down to his manhood.

"Do you really want me to?" Dayana asked, in a sinful tone.

"Nope," Zoe cut in, yanking Dayana away from Cory. "That cock is mine to please," she said, pushing her sister out of the room.

"But, but..."

"No buts, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to ride that beast when your friend isn't here," Zoe said, with a cheeky smile on her lips as she closed Cory's bedroom door. "So... where were we?" she purred when she turned back to her brother. "Ah, yes, I was going to suck that cock before we got interrupted," Zoe uttered, dropping to her knees before him. "Just don't drown me like last time," she teased as she smiled up at him. "The only bukkake I'm ever going to do is with this lovely thing."

Cory stared oddly down at his sister when she was speaking in a cooing motion to his cock, of all things. "Does she expect it to answer her or something?" Cory asked himself. Although, he couldn't deny how good the warmth of her mouth felt as she took what she could into it. Peering back down when he felt her hand on his right hip. Seeing the fulfillment in her eyes when she produced a moan from his lips. Feeling her thumb brushing along it as those mint-colored eyes of hers stared up at him while she bobbed on his pole.

"Go lay on your bed, Cory," Zoe directed after she had eased off his cock. She could already feel herself dripping in anticipation of feeling so full. Although, she did take a page out of Cassy's book. "I hope you don't mind if I put a ring on this thing?" she asked, slipping the cock ring she had kept hidden from his and Dayana's view down his shaft until it reached eight inches. She wanted to be fuck splendidly, just not fucked to the point of pain and bow-leggedness. She couldn't help but smile at his own as she slipped it on.

"So, copying your little girlfriend, huh?"

"What can I say," shrugging her shoulders, "I want to fuck not be impaled, Mr. Vlad Dracul," Zoe stated, getting a chuckle out of her brother.

"So I'm the Impaler, huh?"

"If the shoe... or in this case, cock, fits," Zoe spoke before licking up his meatus gathering up his pre-cum like it was fine wine. "Now scoot!" she stated with a light smack on his right hip.

"Thought you wanted to warm up beforehand," Cory said, as he eased himself down onto his bed and taking his place in the middle of it.

"Already taken care of that, see?" Zoe said, peering over her shoulder and spreading her ass cheeks when she slightly bent over. "Now," spinning back around, "let's get to the main dish before Mom gets home," Zoe uttered as she climbed onto his bed. Swung her right leg over his lap. Took hold of his cock and guided it to where it has been missed for the past four days.

"Hey, baby," Celeste greeted after she had returned from the airport after seeing Jairo safely off. Her blonde hair dangled down when she leaned her head against Cory's doorframe. Noting how he was sitting at his computer watching, or from her vantage point heard, a man detailing the steps needed to remove the seats from the Mustang that was currently sitting in their garage.

"Hey," Cory replied, not taking his eyes off the monitor.

"How ya feeling?" Celeste asked, smelling the lingering scent of sex on the air.

"Sore, pain, itchy, and these pincers aren't made for typing," Cory said, moving his thumbs and index fingers like miniature versions of the real thing. Wondering if it was too late to get that lobster suit.

"Well, we could always declaw you if you like," Celeste joked; her smile reached her eyes at the sound of her son's chuckle.

"So pick up any stalkers on the way home?" Cory inquired as he finally turned towards his mother.

"Did your father tell you about that?" Celeste asked, only to be met with a nod from Cory. "No, not this time," she said, stepping into her son's room. "Seems I'm going to have to change your bedding," Celeste stated, rather annoyed that it wasn't her wet spot that was marring his comforter. She knew it had to be Zoe's, given that Dayana was still on her cycle.

"Zoe said she would take care of it, but she's somewhat zonked out at the moment."

"Fucking your sister senseless, huh?"

"Something like that." Cory's eyes dipped low as his mother put a little swagger into the sway of her hips as she approached him.

"Son," her tone dripped with sin, "you wouldn't leave your dear ol' mother out in the cold, would you?" Celeste spoke as she mimicked her daughter's actions from two hours ago, even though she had no idea what had transpired earlier in that very room.

"You sure you're cold? You seem rather hot to me," Cory retorted with a flirt.

"Oh, am I? Do you find me hot, son?" Celeste asked, her tongue flicked against her teeth, her eyes flared at the very first flirtation her son ever spoke to her.

"You already know the answer to that," Cory answered.

"Say it, Cory. Say it while you aren't doped up. I need to hear it from these lips," Celeste spoke lightly, running her fingertips along her son's lower lip. "Come on, I know you think I am, isn't your slut fuckable or not."

"I think you need a spanking, is what I think..." Pushing himself back into the cushion of his chair when his mother stuck her face mere millimeters from his own. Granted, they were already close, as it were. To Cory, it was just a little too close.

"Do you think you're big and strong enough to spank your mother?"

"At the moment, no. But eventually, this cast and splint will come off. Then you better watch out," Cory stated with gusto.

"Are you sure, son?" Reaching down and lightly taking hold of Cory's right hand, and brought it towards her only to rest it on her ass. "You sure you can wait that long to hear the sound of your hand smacking my ass? You like the feel of it, don't you, baby? You hold on to it quite often enough." Smiling down at him when, Cory had yet to remove his hand from her left ass cheek. While their relationship as mother and son might never return to its once pristine condition before she screwed it all up. That didn't mean he didn't want her like she wanted him.

"As tempting as that is, I will have to take a rain check," Cory stated, finally removing his hand from his mother's ass.

"Shame, I could go for a good..." Celeste didn't finish her sentence as the doorbell rang throughout the house. "Who could that be?"

"Probably Cassy," Cory supplied once he noted the time on his computer.

"Why is she here?" Celeste asked, looking back at her son. A little annoyed that she wouldn't be getting stuffed any time soon.

"It's my bath time," Cory said, getting up from his seat.

"But I can bathe you; Cassy didn't need to come over," Celeste pouted. "Don't look at me like that," she huffed, seeing Cory's questioning look. "We haven't had sex in four days. I need it, Cory. You have no..." Grumbling when she was once again interrupted by the doorbell. "Go, go, best not to keep her waiting," Celeste sighed, shooing her son off.

"Hello, Grumpy," Cassy greeted the moment Cory opened the front door.

"I see you're going with the plain, ordinary Pixie look today," Cory replied, his eyes ran along her non-gelled, spiked, blue-tipped short black hair. Her deep glacial blue eyes held the light of mirth within their depths at his banter.

"What can I say, best to dress down than to incur the dragon's wrath," Cassy said, her dark blue painted lips curved into a smile that matched the color of her tips. "So you're going to invite me in?"

"I don't know... I've heard some strange and peculiar things happening to people when they let Pixies into their homes. I'm sure a Pixie Queen, like yourself, would just bring butt loads of trouble my way."

"The only trouble you'll be in is from the one behind you," Cassy said, blowing Zoe a kiss. Remembering how she tasted on her tongue when they had snuck off to the bathroom together at the club, they went to Sunday night.

"I see, already corrupting my sister. Will you're wicked plans never cease?!" Cory spoke in false melancholy.

"Shut up, you goof," Zoe said, pushing her brother aside, so she could greet Cassy.

"Ew... you know how many Smurfs she had to kill to get that shade of lipstick?! The horror!"

"So now I'm slaughtering Smurfs?" Cassy asked, trying to keep her smile from showing yet failing.

"It best not be the village in Wonderland; they have the best cookies! Ow!" Cory hissed when his sister smacked him on the only uninjured part of his chest.

"Have you been double-dipping?" Cassy asked, with an arched eyebrow.

"No, have you?" Cory retorted. Yet, he could feel his Oxy starting to wear off. It was too early to take his Demerol. He didn't want to zonk out when there was still light in the day.

"I wish, but some damnable dragon raided my stash," Cassy grumbled in mock annoyance as Zoe led her into their home.

"Hello, Cass, how're your parents?" Celeste asked, when she stepped onto the ground floor with Cory's soiled bedding in her arms.

"Happy to be home, don't know why they vacation, they're always happier at home than some far off place," Cassy said, kindly.

"It's not the place, Cassy, it's who you're with that matters," Celeste said, in a motherly tone. "Cory, if you're done harassing her, come help me," she ordered, spinning on her heel and walking off towards the laundry room.

"Go on, I'll give Cassy the grand tour," Zoe said, waving him on. In truth, she wanted a few moments alone with Cassy without anyone around.

"When you get back, you'll have to show me this pony you got, then we'll get to your sponge bath," Cassy said, slyly running her eyes down his chest. Biting the inside of her cheek, remembering how much she came on that cock of his.

"Hmm... I don't know; you're sure you can be pulled away from Zoe long enough... I'm going, I'm going," Cory uttered, backing down when he saw the look in Zoe's eyes.

"Where does he come up with it all?" Cassy mused as she looked over at Zoe.

"Cory's always been like that for the most part. Can't say about the past five years; we aren't very close anymore," Zoe said, with a bit of sadness in her voice.

"Don't worry, babe, I'm sure it will all work out. So, how about that tour," Cassy said, trying to lighten Zoe's mood.

The moment Cory walked into the laundry room; he was attacked! Granted, not by fists, clubs, bats, or any other blunt object one would use to bash their opponent's skull in. No. This attack was far more sinister and far more sensuous, as Celeste's lips latched onto Cory's without any sign of stopping. She tried not to press her chest against his. She had no wish to cause her son any more harm than what she had already. However, that didn't stop her fingers from weaving through his hair, pulling her son deeper into their embrace. To show him just how much she has missed having that intimate connection over the last four days. Sure, fucking Sam was nice and all; nevertheless, no one could compare to her son. The 'White whale' she has been searching for all her life.

"You can't fuck Zoe and leave me wanting Cory; that's just rude. I know I didn't raise you to be rude, now, did I?" Celeste whispered so as not to be overheard as she heard Zoe and Cassy wandering the first floor of their home. "I'm not asking you to make me stupefied like you normally do," her husky voice laced the air as she rubbed her son's groin, "a quickie is all I'm asking for, just enough to ease the insatiable itch that I have for this," she said, slowly stroking him off through his shorts.

"You sure you can handle a quickie?"

"No, I am not. But I'm so fucking wet, Cory. You're the only man I'm going to be with while your father is away," seeing Cory's raised eyebrow when she spoke those words, "it's true, you will be the only other man I'll be sleeping with. No one compares to this," Celeste said, gently squeezing her son's rod. "So how about it, Cory? A little quick dip is all this cock needs, and my pussy wrapped around it," she purred, feeling that rod of his swell in her hand. "See, it likes the thought of being back inside my hot, wet pussy," Celeste spoke in a lustful tone while her tongue flickered out, teasing her son's lip while her hand continued to bring her son to full hardness. "Let's get you out of these shorts, huh?" Her fingers lightly pulled on the end of the drawstring, undoing the knot that Zoe had made before crashing on her bed. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. She prayed Cory's stitches and staples could handle the stress of him fucking her from behind. It was the only way with Cassy in the house that they could do this and hopefully not get caught.​