Family Issues Ch. 02

"Fuck me!" Sarah said. "Fuck me if I've ever seen anything that's half as hot."

Kevin was slow, soft wind compared to the tornado that was Ben beside him. The effect he had on Camille, though, proved that sometimes a light breeze could blow stronger.

"Shit Diana, you said you popped your boyfriend's oral cherry just three weeks ago," Camille laughed. "I really thought he had no chance. Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "not so sure now. How are we doing over there, Ben?"

"Mwmiuuu," Ben said with a mouth full and everyone laughed.

"You'll have to go faster, baby."

Kevin looked at Camille, licked his lips and stuck out his tongue. Its firm wetness teased Camille's cock and she groaned. He then slid his tongue along the length of her cock, and caressed the vein at the base. Diana made him suck her like this a week ago. He made her pop just by licking the vein, without ever taking her into his mouth. His tongue pressed hard, and he massaged the wet skin. Camille's glistening skin folded and stretched under his tongue as she clawed into the arm of the sofa.

What did Diana say? That half the sex happens in the head?

"Wow!" Kevin said. "Your cock tastes amazing, Camille! I didn't know a cock could taste that good."

"You," she gulped, "you're... you're welcome to come anytime and taste it. Ben? Hurry or... or...!"

In one rapid movement, Kevin's head dove to the head. Camille's cock slipped between his lips into a warm, velvety mouth. He placed his hand on the base of her spear, took a deep breath, and free dived. In a second his lips touched his fingers holding her cock, and the big spongy head snuggled against the back of his throat.

I have an enormous pill the doctor gave me, and I need to swallow it, or I'll die.

He swallowed. Camille was a touch shorter than Diana, but she had the same impressive girth. Kevin closed his eyes.

Diana wasn't available to instruct him, so he sang the tune in his head. Swallow, swallow, swallow.

If free diving taught him anything, it showed him that his body can achieve anything. Relax and make the impossible possible.

Swallow, swallow, swallow.

He thought of the big blue deep. Of jellyfishes dancing to music only they could hear.

Swallow, swallow, swallow.

When you dive in the dark of night, and you move your hands in front of your eyes, the plankton around you starts blinking like little stars.

Swallow, swallow, swallow.

Before he even knew it, the spongy head was past the bend in his throat. He removed his hand from the cock and dived.

He let Camille's cock stay lodged deep in his throat while he expanded and contracted around the hot flesh. He stuck his tongue out slightly, driving the cock deeper into his throat and rubbing his tongue against her scrotum. He hummed as he did it, sending incredible vibrations along the length.

"Pull him up," someone said. "He'll choke himself."

Someone placed a hand on his shoulder, but Kevin slapped it away.

"The boy is a natural," someone said.

"But he needs to breathe."

"Maybe he has gills?"

He wanted more. Kevin swallowed. This time, however, Camille's cock was lodged deep in the contracting muscles. The moan that escaped her lips told him that he just discovered, by chance, a new technique. He swallowed again. Then again. Each time he did, Camilla's sighs trembled and moved under him.

"No. No! Wait!" She huffed.

Kevin smiled inside his head and swallowed twice.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh, fuck! Ben... Ben... Stop, Kevin, stop. Stop, stop, stop!"

Maybe he was a toy and Diana had full control of him. But right now, he was the puppeteer. He could make her moan, he could make her squirm.

He could feel the cock lodged in his throat bloating like a puffer fish, so he swallowed again and again; pushing against the warm flesh of her love pole.

"Wait, no, wait." Camille panted like a woman giving birth.

Kevin pushed down further. His lips were almost touching the scrotum, his throat contracting, massaging Camille's cock in a pressure-sleeve, sending her an overload of sensation that she couldn't fight. Kevin pressed his tongue forward; it was squashed between his lips and her now close-to-boiling flesh. He caressed her sack with the tip and massaged it, coaxing the sperm, inviting it to flow.

Camille couldn't hold it anymore. She grabbed his head and screamed her orgasm as she squirted time and time again inside his gullet.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

At last, when her spasms subsided to heavy breathing he pulled up slowly, almost lazily. Her cock plopped out of his mouth. He grabbed it, then gave it a pecking kiss on the tip.

Everyone stared at him in silence, including Ben who stopped slurping on Diana's cock. His girlfriend's cock wasn't even hard.

"Wow." Camille huffed then started laughing. "Hands down the best blowjob ever. I've never..." She stood on legs that weren't so steady and grabbed Kevin's hand. "I'll be going home now, taking this heavenly angel with me. How much do you want for him, Diana? A million? A billion? I don't care; I'll rob a bank, I'll rob a country! I'll get the money."

Diana's dark eyes were half closed, and she stared at him intensely. He expected her to be pleased, but instead saw storm clouds brewing.

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"Are you mad at me?" Kevin walked a step behind Diana. He recognized the signs of an incoming storm and hoped he would somehow be able to avoid it instead of having to ride it. "Diana?"

Her jaw was clenched, and she didn't answer. Her high heels stamped on the asphalt a little too stiffly.

"Diana, I did what you asked me to. I've humiliated myself in front of ten strangers. We won. What did I do wrong now?"

"Shuddup!"

"You gotta talk to me. This passive-aggressive shit ain't working for me. Not to mention it scares the shit out of me."

She turned and placed her finger under his nose. Her lip trembled. "You..." she choked.

He was tired, and he had two vodka shots inside his tiny body. He almost told Diana to go fuck herself then remembered she had if someone had hooked her to an IV of vodka and scotch, she would have had less alcohol in her blood right now.

"I'm driving," he said. "Give me the keys."

"You're not going home with her!" Diana roared at him out of the blue. Her scream was so sudden and loud that another couple in the parking lot froze and stared at them.

"What? Going home with who?"

"You think I'm stupid, huh?"

"Diana, you scare me. Stop it."

She pushed him until his back bumped against their car. "That bitch is so smug. You think I didn't notice?"

"You mean Camille? Noticed what?"

She poked his chest hard. "You and her. Thick as thieves after you gave her the best blowjob, hands down," she imitated Camille's high nasally voice. "You're not going home with her!"

"What are you talking about? She was just joking about buying me and taking me home. It was a joke. And you told me to give her the best blow ever, or you'll make sure I'd fail my exam!"

She poked his chest forcefully again. "You're mine! Ain't not uppity bitch taking you from me! Talking with her behind my back. You think I'm stupid?" her voice rose again.

"I think you take too much chemicals, Diana. That shit makes some people paranoid."

"You said you've never tasted a cock like hers." Her voice was low, but it implied volumes of violence.

"That was just psychology like you taught me. You said sex is all in the head."

Diana grabbed him and spun him around, slamming him against the car's hood.

"Wait, Diana I-"

She pulled his pants down brutally, and he felt her massive cock push against his hole.

"Wait Diana we need lube," he spat into his hand and frantically rubbed her iron hard cock. The head bumped against his starfish but didn't penetrate. Diana snarled her frustration.

"Diana, wait, we need lube, we need- argh!" he screamed. Diana ground her tiny tits into her boyfriend's sweating back and with a solid flex of her hips lanced her cock into his ass. She straightened her legs, forcing her cock inch by inch into his resisting entrance. When his cheeks rested against her hips, Diana stood up and lifted him off the floor. "Just like that," she whispered, drinking in the moment of penetration. "You're mine, Kevin. You're never going home with that bitch. Never, never, never." With each never she gave a brutal thrust, causing Kevin to whimper. She pulled his lithe body up and lifted him spreading his thighs. Her cock went out of his tiny hole with an obscene pop. She pulled him back down but was so drunk that she missed by a mile, and Kevin fell hard. He was sober enough to stop the fall with his hands.

She was on him, in a second, a raging lioness. They scuffled a little, but he soon realized that he'd fare better if she has her way. He rolled on his stomach and stood on all-fours, face down, ass in the air presenting her the prize. Diana took hold of her boy and plunged deep into his incredible ass. The warmth and tightness made her head swim with pleasure as she raised herself on one foot, forcing herself deeper into her helpless boyfriend. She dug her fingers into his waist and pulled him back to meet her powerful thrusts.

"You've ruined me, Kevin. You've ruined me. I was in Ben's wonderful mouth, and he is a top-notch cock sucker, and I couldn't even get it up."

She flexed and ground into his tiny cheeks. Her fingers almost puncturing his soft skin. "You," she pushed hard filling his ass with the first rope of seed. "Are." She pushed harder. "Mine!" She shouted and thrust viciously.

Spent, she pulled out and rested her back against the car's rear tire. Then, to Kevin's numbed surprise, she started sobbing. She cried like a wounded animal or like a toddler whose mother was taken away. Heart-breaking, loud, uncontrolled sobs. She only stopped once to puke.

"Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?" he thought.

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A night of firsts, Kevin thought.

First time in a dance club. First time being called hot by a man. First time deepthroating. First time sucking cock in public. And now, first time holding a girl's hair as she puked her guts out.

"Couldn't have waited ten seconds, could you?" He shook his head as Diana painted the penthouse's stairwell with the contents of her stomach. "The bathroom is just a turn of a key away."

Diana rested against the wall beside their front door. The typically rosy hue of her skin was sickly pale, and she heaved with every few breaths. Kevin unlocked the door and sighed.

As he entered, he saw Helen's tall silhouette standing stiffly in the dark living room. Strange! She was staring at the blinking city lights. A human statue. He figured he could ask her to help him put the sad pile that was her sister into bed. He could do it on his own, but he thought it might be an opportunity to break the nasty waltz that he and Helen the ice queen danced. It was high time that he and Helen stopped treating each other as enemies. If he was going to share an apartment for a year, then it's better if they'll at least be civil.

"Hi," he started. "Diana. She's in the hallway-" he stopped.

Helen turned slowly. "Who gave you permission?" She took a deep breath. Her face was shadowed, but Kevin could see that her cheeks were wet with the tears streaming down her face. "Who gave you fucking permission?" Her voice was low, and every syllable was laced with hurt.

"Permission? I didn't do anything to your sister. She did it all to herself. Diana drank so much, I-"

"Who gave you permission to touch my stuff?" She said slowly.

"What?"

Helen moved from the shadows. In the cold light of the entrance fluorescence, he saw the look on her face and took two steps back. She was cold fury. A Valkyrie, a mythical northern beauty which chooses who lives forever and who dies.

"Who gave you permission to touch my private stuff?"

"Helen, you know what? I'm fucking tired, and I've had it up to here," he placed his open palm at his eye level, "with girls like you treating me like I'm a piece of shit."

"But you are a piece of shit, Kevin."

He flipped her two birds, one in each fist.

She snarled, and he backed another step. Then he composed himself and stood, left fist ready to punch, right hand protecting his face. "I know Krav Maga," he said. "And I ain't afraid of you."

"You're fucking pathetic, Kevin."

"Stay back, I can-."

Helen moved forward, she didn't mean to hit him, but in Kevin's mind, the tall girl with the single blazing eye was about to end his life. He kicked her stomach with the flat of his shoe. Next thing he remembered was flying through the living-room's air. Her punch was so swift and so precise that it stole the oxygen from his lungs.

Helen picked him up by his shirt. "Who gave you fucking permission to read my letters," she said quietly.

"What letters?"

"These letters." She pushed the letters from the red box in his face.

"They're not yours," he stammered.

"Really?"

"They... They belong to Andy. They're Andy's letters."

"Andy is dead." Her lower lip trembled.

He was more confused than frightened now. Her face was the same level as his and he saw now that what he had mistaken for fury was a bottomless well of hurt and shame. "How? How did he...?" he started. "Then...Then the letters belong to a girl named Valkyrie."

She nodded. "Don't you ever talk to me again, Kevin. Don't you ever look at me! Don't you ever go near me! And don't you ever, ever, touch my private stuff again!" She dropped him to the floor, turned around and stormed back to her room.

Kevin sat on the floor for a long time after she left, staring at the now empty hallway.

"What was that all about?" Diana was leaning on the doorway, but other than that she looked nothing like she did five minutes ago. Her rosy cheek color was almost back.

"Fuck if I know," Kevin said. "It's about the letters I told you about."

"The Andy letters?"

"Yeah, written by someone called Valkyrie. Apparently, Andy...never mind. It's complicated, and I feel like I've done something terrible. Let's just go to bed."

Diana snorted. "Valkyrie wrote them?"

"Do you know her?"

"Of course I do! It's on Helen's nightstand. A picture of her platoon, each marine with their nickname written underneath. There's Thrombo Lance, Ryan Gonorrhoea, King Boo, Short Lance, and Valkyrie."

"Valkyrie served with Helen? Did she die in battle or something?"

"No, you fucking bozo! Valkyrie is Helen."

"What? Why? What? Valkyrie is Helen? What?"

"How much did you drink, Baby Butt?"

"Jesus." Kevin mashed his head into his hands. "Jesus, Diana I did something horrible."

"You? You don't have a single mean bone in your body."

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To be continued...