Together Ssn 05 Ch. 10 - Hardship

***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all activities are consensual. Enjoy!***

Cassie Palmer, 24, is visiting his childhood home today with his childhood friend and current girlfriend, Daisy May, 24, welcomed into the home with a smile by Cassie's father, Eric, 43, greeting the youngsters with, "Still together I see. You banging, or what? Oh, but you probably don't do girls do you, Cas?"

The young man shudders as he swallows down his swelling rage, as Daisy speaks up on his behalf, "We are together, actually! You would be more than proud of him if you knew what he's like to be with."

Eric laughs unbelievingly, thinking the young woman is joking, but falls into awkward quiet as he realises Daisy means her words, uttering, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude..."

Cassie heatedly interrupts, "You are always rude, though. And, it fucking hurts. Just because I like things that are way too camp and gay for you, you presume that I must be gobbling cock and having my arse stuffed by all and sundry. I'm not so different after all in the respect that I like the company of women, but that's where similarities end, because I am kind and compassionate with Daisy, and she is with me."

Eric can hardly look at the young man, looking defeated as he mumbles, "I'm sorry."

Cassie sees the upset on his father's face, and feels great remorse clear his rage, saying, "I'm sorry."

Eric hugs his son, and steps back, looking at him, letting him know, "It's good to see you. I know we've not gotten on in the best of terms, but I do love you. We're just so different. You're the odd-one-out. No, I don't mean you are odd, or wrong, or whatever. I just mean you're different from us. That's not bad. We're so different it's hard to get along, but I will keep trying to. I'm sure your mom and bro will keep trying. I get it if you don't want to stay?"

Cassie replies, "We came all this way to see you. Actually, it's not that far, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

Eric follows Cassie and Daisy into the lounge, kitchen come dining room come living room; an open-plan space spanning the length of the house. They're greeted from the settees by Cassie's mother, Kirsty, 50, inviting all to, "Join me. Come!"

Kirsty is joined by her husband cuddling up to her, and Cassie and Daisy sit opposite, with Daisy cosying up to her boyfriend's arm, prompting the boy's mother to comment, "Cute couple. I'm thrilled to see you together. Closer together than I'm used to seeing you."

Daisy strokes Cassie's hair, responding to his mother, "I'm thrilled myself."

Kirsty beams with wide-eyes at the affection her son is getting, surprised at this development, saying, "Great," turning to call upstairs, "Jack?," turning back to the young couple to ask, "How long has this been a thing?"

Confidently, Cassie answers, "We've been getting close for a long time."

Daisy adds, "I couldn't tell you when it happened. It's just the most natural thing in the world."

Kirsty comments, "Quite," turning to the stairs to shout, "Jack?," louder than before, turning back to the young couple to say, "It's nice. I always thought you'd bring a boy home, Cas."

Cassie forces a smile, answering back bitterly, "I bet you wouldn't think it was so nice if I did."

Kirsty quickly and calmly asserts, "That's not fair. I would think it's nice. We want to know you, and understand you, and know how to be with you, Cas," turning to the stairs to scream, "Jacamo Palmer, get your fucking backside down those stairs now, you ungrateful little shit," turning back to face the young couple with a smile.

Cassie sees that his parents are receptive to his presence, seeing that they've been looking into his eyes nearly all the time they've been here, showing a genuine interest in his life. He says, "It isn't fair... of me to judge you so harshly. I just expect the worst from you."

Kirsty listens with a heartfelt smile, telling her son, "I get it. We haven't exactly been the best parents."

Eric adds to his wife's sentiment, "We never were trying to be mean. We just like to joke; banter. You're just very serious, and maybe we were insensitive to that, but we never meant to be vindictive or hurtful."

Kirsty continues from her husband's plea to her son, "It's true, Cas. We just wanted you to feel included with us. We tried to give you your own space too, knowing you are different from us. I'm just happy to see you now. I will always treasure this time."

Daisy says to Cassie, "You are very serious, and you take things straight to heart."

Cassie asks his girlfriend, "So, what I'm hearing is I'm the problem?"

Eric immediately replies, "No one is the problem. We all know we're different, and it's going to take a lot of work to get along, for all of us, but we're willing to try, if you are?"

Daisy looks into Cassie's eyes with a nod, and the young man sighs, saying, "I guess I am my own kind of difficult. Yes, Mom, Dad, I will try."

Kirsty's lip trembles and curls as she turns to the stairs, screaming, "Ja-," seeing her youngest son descending the stairs in the corner of the room, authoritatively shouting, "Oh, finally decided to join us, have you? I was calling you. Say, 'hi,' to your brother."

Jack, 14, slumps onto a settee of his own, collecting cushions to cuddle to his chest as he brashly announces, "I was owning noobs online. Fuckers just keep lining themselves up for a good bashing. I love fucking them. They cry on the mic, and I just tell them as it is, that they're good at the game, because they make top of the leaderboard. I'm daddy. I'm the alpha. I listen as they suck their momma's tiddies and their step-daddy's and uncle's dicks, aww yeah... Hi, fag."

Cassie swallows his anger as he says, "Hi. Still an insufferable arse-wipe?"

Jack remarks, "Oh, do you? Shit, well what you do in your own time is up to you," asking Daisy, "Come to ride my dick at last? I know you want it. Chicks love it," saying to Cassie, "Sorry bro, it's not for you. You'll make it deflate faster than a popped balloon. Pooft! My dick only likes pussy. Maybe a chick's ass. Clap those sweet fucking cheeks."

Kirsty shouts, "Jack, that is entirely inappropriate! I've changed my mind. Fuck off back to your room."

Jack gets up, leering at his mother, "Just jealous because you want me, but you know you can't have me. Or, shouldn't!," leaving back up the stairs.

Kirsty calls after him, "You'd better not be looking at porn."

Jack can be heard calling back, "It's Dad's bookmarks."

Eric puts his head in his hands, his voice muffled, "Fucking idiot."

Cassie shakes his head, saying, "Pretty much what I expect from him. Hasn't changed."

Kirsty apologises, "You know how excited he gets. Fucking menace to society."

Cassie agrees with his mother, "Too fucking right," shaking his head. He informs his parents, "I recently saw Angie Cummings. She's married now to a woman called Frankie, and she's changed her name to Pleasant."

Kirsty reflects, "Huh, she's a lesbo. I didn't see that coming. Good for her I guess."

Eric thinks back, "It's been a while since we saw Dom and Grace. I wonder how they're doing."

Cassie mentions, "I didn't think to ask, but I do know Pleasant's running her own business now. We met her and her wife at Cross Town."

Eric snorts, "That fucking place... Used to be a decent club."

Cassie argues, "Cross Town is a great club. I know what you're thinking. 'It's a gay bar.' 'It's not for me.' You're missing out. Loads of straight people frequent it, as well as others."

Daisy proudly proclaims, "Cassie performs there."

Eric jokes, "What are you? A stripper?"

Cassie responds in a dignified manner, "Drag queen. Cassieopeia."

Stunned into silence, Eric nods and looks guilty around his son's direction, and Kirsty swallows her pride as she expresses, "That doesn't sound bad. What do you do? Dance? Mime?"

Daisy informs the parent's, "Sings."

Eric speaks up, "We should come and see you."

Cassie says, "I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Eric admits, "It would take some getting used to. We are serious wanting to get to know you better, so we are ready and willing to come see you. See what it's all about."

Kirsty adds, "I agree. Get out there and do something new."

Cassie feels defeated, expecting more resistance, arguing, and generally a more heated, disagreeable attitude from his parents, but is met by their humility, and he doesn't quite know how to process it, simply saying, "Okay. Come over the weekend. Don't expect freebies though."

Kirsty proposes, "I thought I would go out and get us in a nice lunch. What do you think?"

Cassie mulls over the idea for a moment, expressing, "That would be nice. Thanks, Mom."

Eric offers to his wife, "How about I go to Asim's, and get us all a nice sub?"

Kirsty accepts, "Alright," asking her son, "Greek salad, right?"

Daisy stares wantingly at her boyfriend, declaring, "I'm hungry for falafel."

Eric notices the young woman's vigour, and hurries to his feet, saying, "I know what me and Jack will have."

Kirsty hurries after her husband, calling, "I'll come and see what looks good!"

Unable to contain herself any longer, Daisy undoes her jeans, sliding them off her legs, then clutching a chunk of her blouse to her chest, folding it through her collar and tying a knot to form a makeshift bra. She bites her fingertip playfully as she watches Cassie slip his leggings to his knees, and the keen woman whips her leg over to straddle her lover, shuffling up close to him to find his cock with her crotch, rubbing them together.

Cassie stares distantly into Daisy's eyes staring back into his, feeling his cock grow, forced down into the soft skin of his thighs, and having his girlfriend's lips traced on top, gripping at his skin, tugging it to expose his head's flesh, slipping back with her juices transferring onto him. He feels every fold, and the shape of her lips, knowing how it must look in his mind right now.

Daisy breathes, "I'm so hungry now, I need to feed you my pussy," guiding Cassie down to lay across the settee cushions, as she climbs along him to sit atop Cassie's chin, barely able to look down into his eyes as she presses her lips to his, treated to Cassie's feverish feasting of her flesh.

Cassie feels his girlfriend's thigh-muscles contract, crushing against his cheeks, helpless to resist beneath her. His breathing is heavier, more desperate, thrusted in spearing currents up into the cavity of Daisy's crotch, delighting her delicate flesh with a flush of sensation coupled with the tantalising tasting of his tongue, and the kissing of his lips, sucking and blowing in turn.

Daisy breathes, "Yes... yes... yeah, Cassie... yeah, mmm... yeah, ooh... a-a-a-a-a-ah... a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah... o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ooh," feeling her legs squeeze together tighter, hugging Cassie's head as she curls forward, running her fingers down through his hair, clasping his head in her hand tightly.

Cassie's lips are met with his girlfriend's leaking; a slow trickle at first, quickly becoming a cascading gush, flushing down into his mouth, filling it up, swallowing but careful not to choke on the huge volume. His mouth fills so much that Daisy's ejected juices spill out of his mouth, washing down his cheeks and chin, and a little into his nose, making his eyes water.

Dizzyingly floaty, Daisy collapses against the back of the settee, catching her breath. She slides back down Cassie's body, laying on top of him for a sweet kiss, tasting her fluids on his face, clean and refreshing, dancing their tongues together, drizzling saliva down from her tongue to his.

Cassie is crazily hard now, desperate for Daisy to do something with him. He sits up, and pushes his girlfriend back, whispering, "I need to have you so bad."

Daisy cutely responds, "Of course," dismounting her boyfriend to sit on the floor, helping her boyfriend to sit up, sitting beside his closed legs hugged together by the leggings wrapping around his knees. She extends her neck to meet the throbbingly hard cock twitching between his legs, gliding her lips down the side of his length. She then takes the meaty mass in her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it, sliding gracefully in this act of disgrace.

Cassie holds his girlfriend's head, clasping his palms around her skull, gripping tightly as he guides her up and down his length to his command.

Daisy willingly submits to her boyfriend's whim, making her even more horny as she relaxes, allowing him to do as he pleases. She feels so hot, she resists Cassie, pulling herself away from his cock against his grip until he lets her go. She assures him, "Don't get me wrong. I like it," climbing back up to straddle him again, "but I need more," reaching for Cassie's cock, holding it steady as she plunges down with her pussy.

Cassie massages Daisy's body with both hands, firm and empassioned, gliding around her belly, her back, her hips, and her breasts beneath her blouse, slotting his hands under the soft fabric to squeeze more intimately.

Daisy whimpers, "Mmm... yeah... mmm close... again... ah... ya," feeling her pussy cream around Cassie's cock as she struggles to lift herself to continue to ride.

Agonisingly close to finishing, Cassie grabs hold of his girlfriend, pushing her down onto the settee beside him as he slots his knee into the crevice between the seat and back cushions, finding his girlfriend's pussy, and plowing his cock into her at his pace.

Appreciative, Daisy allows her man to have his way with her, laughing a little, breathlessly smiling as her body jiggles to the rhythm of Cassie's pounding of her pussy. She is filled so thoroughly, enjoying the feeling and sound of his skin slapping against hers. She sees the intensity of the expression on his face, encouraging him to, "Cum for me, Cassie."

Alarmingly, the young couple hear the key turning in the front door lock, and the door opening, and they rush to pull back on their jeans and leggings, barely able to settle on the settee as Kirsty can be heard saying, "Sorry if we interrupted."

Dishevelled and dehydrated, Daisy pants, "Not at all," gasping for breath as her races in her chest.

Eric notices the young woman's blouse tied around her boobs, enquiring, "I didn't notice how you were wearing your top before, Daisy. You like to make an effort for Cassie?"

Daisy playfully boasts, "I love to... so hard," gleaming a dirty smile in her boyfriend's direction.

Kirsty from the kitchen calls to the couple, "We get it. You have needs. Now, it's time to eat," screaming at the top of her lungs, "Jack! Lunch," returning her tone to be more appropriate to address her eldest son, "You need to keep your energy up."

Cassie watches as his father brings the couple their sub-roll sandwiches, sitting across from them with his own. The young man feels embarrassed about the intrusion, but appreciates what his girlfriend is trying to do. He suspects she intends to make his parents see him how she must see him. Very blunt and bold of her to act as she has been here, but he is feeling so alive right now.

Daisy winks at Cassie as she catches his eye, chomping down into a good chunk of the sandwich, slowly chewing it around her mouth as she watches him nibble a small chunk of his own.

Jack bounds down the stairs, booming, "Fuck yes! Gimme that sweet length, bitch."

Kirsty scolds the youngster, "Watch who you're talking to," passing him his sandwich.

Jack whines, "I was expecting a foot-long. How the fuck is six-inches going to fill me? I'll take it to my room and see how it goes down. Ciao, fuckers," bounding back upstairs, sandwich in hand.

Kirsty makes her way over to her husband, uttering, "I'm going to strangle that boy one day, but he'll probably enjoy it, so maybe not."

Eric comments, "Maybe we should be more strict with him. He's harmless enough though. One day, he could be a comedian doing stupid shit on TV, then we could live off his fortune in the lap of luxury."

Kirsty purrs, "Oh, I like that idea," turning to Cassie, "It's all going to pay off in the end. We'll even bring along you and Daisy, brush shoulders with the stars, partying to no end with no consequence, sailing crystal clear waters on a billionaire's yacht."

Cassie supposes, "Are you expecting me to do my Drag on this yacht?"

Eric jokes, "It's not a cruise ship, Cas. We're not picturing you entertaining 80-year olds. Imagine it, hanging with all the top talents in film and music."

Cassie shakes his head, soberly asking, "How do you get there from him being a complete moron?"

Kirsty replies, "Oh, I don't know. There are plenty of people doing stupid things on TV for fame. Jack is extremely talented by comparison."

Eric adds, "Extreme, yeah," laughing at his youngest son's expense in his absence.

Cassie now sees that he was never singled out for his parent's humour, and maybe he did take it to heart too seriously, seeing the funny side of the absurdity of talking about his brother. He smiles, and takes another bite of his sandwich. He is still uncomfortable around his family, but realises he is most uncomfortable from his cock aching to cum, denied the chance to finish upon his parent's return. He announces, putting down his sandwich beside him on a spare seat cushion, "I'm going to... relieve myself... Excuse me," getting up to hurry for the stairs with urgency.

As he ascends the stairs, Cassie hears his mother ask, "Daisy, still at school?"

Daisy can be heard replying, "Yeah, I still am. I love it..."

Cassie rushes to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He puts down the seat cover of the toilet, sitting on it and leaning back, shuffling down his leggings enough to get his cock out. Barely touching it, it expands erect in no time at all. With a whimper, he teases the skin gingerly, feeling very sensitive to the touch. Braving the tenderness, he grabs hold, stroking with firmness, alternating fast and slow to really feel the radiating heat swelling through his hand.

The young man's feet sweep forward on the tiled floor, cycling as he bucks his hips, jumping to his feet to rush to the sink, legs extended, fully stretching all the muscles as he strains up against the porcelain. Not knowing what to do with himself as the feelings take over, he returns to the toilet, lifting the seat cover, and sitting on the seat, facing the cistern, thighs trembling and tightening with his cock aimed into the bowl.

With thoughts of Daisy flashing through his mind, Cassie is at the peak of his agonising arousal, allowing himself release, spurting his spunk to splash the water in the bottom of the bowl, and slopping down the sides of the porcelain. Feeling relief at last, he sighs a deep breath, reaching for the toilet paper to clean himself up, standing back to his feet to pull up his leggings from around his knees, putting the seat cover back down and flushing the toilet before he leaves.

Making his way back across the landing to the stairs, Cassie hears his little brother from his room boldly saying, "Yes, take it. You fucking love it. Take both barrels, bitch. I'm coming for you hard, and your friend, and your friend, and your friend, and that's a wipe, fuckers. Haha, just try to stop me now; I'm coming for you all." Curiously, Cassie pokes his head around the doorframe into Jack's room, seeing a more harmless sight than he was expecting, sitting at his computer, playing a game with headphones on, hearing the clacking of the buttons on the keyboard and mouse.

Jack notices from his screen, repeating into his headset's microphone as he reads, "Who's the cute guy standing behind you?," turning to see Cassie lurking in the doorway, saying into the mic, "Oh, that's my bro. He's a fucking queer, if that's what you're into. Best birth control in the world, but don't worry, I make enough babies for everyone here, aww yeah," asking Cassie, "I think my viewers like you. I don't know why fags watch my streams, but I appreciate the viewcount. I can hook you up if you like? You can play naked tug-of-war, or whatever it is gays do."