Two Weeks Later

Lemy shrugged into his coat and pulled his cap on, then leaned against the dresser and watched as Gwen, sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly rolled a sock up her calf. He stroked her bare legs with his eyes and tried his damnedest summon enough psychic energy to move aside the hem of her shirt - ya know, to get to her soft, chewy center (how many licks, brah?) - but he wasn't Carrie White, so it stayed where it was, the fabric lank against the tops of her thighs. She tossed her hair and looked at him, a sly smile crossing her lips. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said, "just admiring the view."

She giggled and slipped her shoes on. "You should take a picture. It lasts longer." She got to her feet and grabbed her backpack from the space between the bed and the nightstand. Threading her arms through the straps, she came over and slipped her hand under his shirt, her fingers scraping his warm flesh and making him tingle.

"I don't want a picture," he said and kissed her, "I want the real thing."

She smiled against his lips and trailed her nails down his chest. "What time is it?" she asked.

Lemy glanced over her shoulder at the clock. "7:08."

Every weekday morning since Gwen started staying with him, he walked her to school. It was kind of a pain as Royal Woods Academy was in the complete opposite direction of Royal Woods Middle, but he did it with no regrets; over the past two weeks they had become inseparable, and if he didn't walk with her, he'd feel all crabby and shit until he saw her again.

The past fourteen days had been happy ones, but there was an undercurrent of dread; each afternoon when he got to the academy to walk her home he expected her mother to have dragged her back to her house or to have had Gwen taken away by the police as a runaway or something, but so far, she hadn't.

She never even texted. Dad said Oh, she might not have meant it, but Lemy was certain that she did: She didn't want Gwen.

Whatever.

Her loss was his gain.

Presently, Gwen hummed. "We have time," she said. Lemy lifted a questioning brow and she smiled...then sank to her knees, her eyes locking with his own the way down.

Suddenly, it was kinda warm in here. "What are you doing?" he asked even though it was pretty goddamn evident.

Humming, Gwen pulled his zipper down. "Nothing. I just wanna practice. Lola says it makes perfect."

Well...alright. She helped him with his homework, so it was only fair that he do the same. (Wink-wink). He undid the button and she pulled his jeans down to his knees, her pink tongue swiping hungrily across her bottom lip. The Shockmaster pressed against the material of his boxers, and she wrapped her fingers around and stroked to his base, where she gave a gentle squeeze that sent a spark of electricity shooting down his spine; reflexively, his hips jerked forward and his breath caught. "Goddamn," he muttered.

Gwen's smile widened and she leaned forward, her lips ghosting across his tip and her hot breath making the skin of his ass tighten. "Wait until I put it in my mouth," she whispered, and kissed it. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, she pulled them down, and Shocky made a grand entrance sans tripping-and-losing-his-gay-ass-Stormtrooper-helmet. Gwen curled her fingers around his length and pressed her thumb into the soft vein at the base. A burst of sensation went through his body and his knees started to shake; he slipped his fingers through her hair and held onto her head to keep from falling.

"T-Those lessons are really paying off," he trembled.

Gwen looked up at him and pressed her lips to his slip. "Wait until you see what Lana's been teaching me," she said. She flicked her tongue out and licked his head. "You're gonna love it." With that, she molded her lips around him and pushed forward, the tip of her tongue skipping along his underside. She squeezed his base, and Lemy's brain crackled painfully with sensory overload. He ran his fingers through her hair and rocked his hips slightly, touching the back of her throat as she squeezed again, harder this time. A moan escaped his lips and his knees wobbled. She pulled back, swishing a mixture of her savlia and his precum against his fevered member Her lips slipped around his head, then she bobbed down again, quicker this time, rougher. Lemy gasped and threw his head back.

"Y-You're gonna make me faint," he stuttered.

She pulled all the way back and looked up at him at him. "That's the point," she said with a squeeze, then took him back into her mouth, going faster this time, her lips tight around him, gliding over every ridge and curve. On the upstroke, she scrunched her lips and did this little circle motion thing that made him almost blow his top.

Instead, he let out a low, quavering ahhhh and tugged on her hair, which only made her go faster, the friction of her lips and tongue working his length making him weak all over. He started to thrust his hips forward, and his balls slapped a painful tempo against her chin. He prodded her limit and felt her gag reflex constricting and contracting, but she continued anyway, faster, harder, thick, precummy drool coursing down her chin and dripping onto her sweater vest. You ever see that sci-fi shit where energy forms into this big beam and then shoots out in a rocket? That's how Lemy's climax went: Every fucking neutron and proton and fucking megalodon in his body rushed to his loins. He gritted his teeth and thrusted deeply into her mouth, so close now that -

"Are you two almost done? It's time to go."

Even in a family like this, having someone walk in while you're getting your knob polished by a girl is kinda...shocking. Lemy's heart leapt into his throat and he spun around just as his orgasm hit: Through narrowed eyes he watched as a thick glob of cum shot out and splattered the front of Lynn's tight red shorts - the ones that gave her a cameltoe. His knees buckled and he threw his hips out to keep his balance, launching another round that hit her bare knee. Gwen leaned around him, saw, and blushed, one hand going to her mouth. A third round fired forth, bursting against Lynn's calf and trickling thickly down to her ankle. She stared at him with lifted brows, really, dude? and for some reason that made him give one final spurt: It hit the floor like a fat raindrop and soaked into the carpet. He started to fall, but threw out his hand and caught himself on the dresser. His hips jerked forward spasmodically, but he had nothing left to give.

Goddamn, Lola wasn't kidding about skills like this controlling a man's life.

Lynn's eyes flicked to the silvery sperm dribbling down her shorts, then to Lemy. Uh oh. She's probably gonna rip my fucking head off and eat my body for metabolic fuel.

Instead, she swiped her finger through the stain, got a big, drippy wad, and, to Lemy's shock, jammed it into her mouth, then swished it around like a wine snob trying to decide whether the vintage was 1878 or 1879. The corners of her mouth turned up in a grin. "Not bad. Come see me after school."

Uhh...he glanced at Gwen for permission, and she shrugged. Whatever.

"Sure," he said.

"Good. Now hurry up or you're going to be late."

With that, she turned and walked away, her butt wiggling ever so slightly under her shorts.

"You're Mr. Popularity," Gwen said and got to her feet. She slipped her arm around his waist, and he put his around her shoulder.

"I guess," he said, then turned to her. "You're really okay with this, right? I don't wanna do it if you're not."

Every time he was with one of his aunts or sisters, he felt guilty as shit. She was the one who talked him into it, sure, but he had to wonder if she didn't do it because she thought he wanted it. With her self-esteem issues or whatever, she might think she wasn't good enough and that he needed other girls. He couldn't lie, he had learned to really enjoy his time with Lola (who pounced him every other day at least), but he didn't need it, feel me?

"Yep," Gwen chirped. "You're not the only one who does it, after all."

True. Lana, they had both learned, was bi, and while she was teaching Gwen some of her moves, things had a way of...happening. Just the other day, he walked in on them - Gwen was stretched out on Lana's bed with her skirt pushed up around her hips and Lana's fingers knuckles deep in her crotch. He got to join in, though: Lana jacked him off...using Gwen's juices as lube. It was hot.

Presently, Gwen hugged him and stared up into his eyes. "They can have your body all they want, Freak, just as long as I have your heart."

"You do," he said earnestly and kissed her forehead, "I love you...and only you."

"I love you too," she said and hugged him tight. "Now come on. I wanna eat something before we go."

Downstairs, Lemy found most of his sisters clustered at the dining room table slurping cereal and making fun of each other. "Liby's mouth looks like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre," Leia said, "only more unhygenic."

Lyra leaned over the table and squinted at Liby. "I see pubes in her braces." She looked over her shoulder. "Did it hurt when she ripped them out, Lace?"

Lacy called out from the kitchen, her words a food-filled garble.

Liby ignored them and ate her cereal with the serenity of a woman who's had worse hurled at her than juvenile insults. Lemy's eyes went to the thick bandage on her elbow, white and held in place by medical tape. She and Lacy fought some drug dealer or something and she got pegged. Dad was pissed. You let yourself get shot? Really, Lib? Rookie mistake! Liby just hung her head. I know. She was in the process of liquidating Mystery Girl, LTD and disentangling herself from her contacts...whatever that meant. I'm done with the game, she said.

In the kitchen, Lacy leaned against the counter eating a sports bar. When Gwen and Lemy entered, she looked up and nodded. Lemy nodded back. "I don't think we have time," Gwen said, her eyes going to the microwave clock. "I'm hungry too."

"You can have one of these," Lacy said, spraying bits of granola, "they're power packed with nutrients."

Gwen hesitated, then shrugged. "Okay. Thanks." She went over to the pantry, opened the door, and picked up a box while Lemy got a Sam's Cola from the fridge. He hated these goddamn things, but they were better than that nasty ass Food-Lion brand. What was it, Chunky Cola? Fatass Fizz? Something like that. He popped the tab and took a drink, then handed it off to Gwen in exchange for half of the sports bar.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome," Gwen said and took a sip.

Lacy pushed away from the counter, grabbed her Nike bag, and started to leave, but stopped and backed up. "Me and Lib are going to the movies tonight, you guys wanna come? We can make it a double date."

Lemy's mouth was full, so he shrugged and looked at Gwen. "Sure," she said, "that sounds fun."

"Cool," Lacy said, "we're leaving at seven." She threw her bag over her shoulder and went into the dining room just as the table erupted in laughter. A wordless growl told him Leia was the butt of the joke this time.

Gwen finished her half of the soda and handed it back; Lemy washed down his share of the sports bar and tossed the can into the trash. Such a simple thing, sharing breakfast with the girl you love, but such a fucking satisfying thing, you know? Just like falling asleep with her in your arms, and then waking up with her butt against your wood and your nose buried in her hair. She'd only lived with him for two weeks, but already he couldn't imagine not having her around.

He took her in his arms now and kissed the top of her head. She hugged him back and nestled her face into his chest. "You ready to go?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said and stepped back. He held out his hand, she took it, and together they went into the living room, where everyone was putting on their coats and book bags. Dad stood by the door with a cup of coffee in his hand, dressed in a green robe over plaid lounge pants: He looked like the bassist for a seventies glam band with a homosexual flair. Lori stood next to him in a blue robe, she, too, held a cup of coffee; her blonde hair stuck out at weird angles and dark bags hung under her eyes, giving her the appearance of a perpetually tired pigeon. A line formed and Dad kissed each successive kid on the forehead, When it came Lemy's turn, Dad laid his hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"Have a good day," he said.

"You too," Lemy replied.

Gwen was last. Dad simply nodded to her. "Have a good day."

"You too."

Outside, a cold gust of wind swept the day. Gwen shivered, and Lemy put his arm around her, drawing her close. "You warm enough?" he worried. "You want my jacket?"

She hummed. "No, I'm fine."

"Sure?"

"Sure."

They went down the stairs, followed the walkway to the curb , and crossed the street.

Back in the house, Lincoln watched them through the front window with a slight frown. Lori threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed the side of his neck. "You still stressing?" she asked.

Lincoln sighed and turned away. "Yeah," he said, "a little."

"Don't," Lori said.

Well, that's easier said than done, he didn't say. He'd been trying not to stress, really, but it was hard. In the two weeks that Gwen had been here, her mother hadn't so much as sent her a single text message, and he was beginning to think that Lemy was right - the woman really didn't want her. That made him sick, literally sick; the poor girl...she didn't seem upset, but she had to be. Her mother, the woman who birthed her, who had been there her entire life, was completely and totally rejecting her. Alcoholic or not, emotionally cruel or not, that couldn't be easy for her, and there were times when he just wanted to hug her and give her fatherly words of encouragement like no one ever had. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, though, and he didn't want Lemy to think he was trying to move in on his girl. (He would never do that, by the way - he fucked his daughters, but he wasn't an animal.)

Still, when he kissed his kids goodbye and could only awkwardly nod at Gwen, it made him feel bad; if he could, he'd give her the same kiss he did his own. Just to let her know someone cares about you.

He figured he'd have to leave that to Lemy, though, and Lemy was doing a damn good job of it; every time he saw them, he was touching Gwen, hugging her, cuddling her, planting soft, affectionate kisses on her cheek and forehead. You could see the love in his eyes, and you could see it in hers too.

"You're literally doing everything you can," Lori said and hugged him.

Lincoln pursed his lips and glanced down into his coffee; his rippling reflection stared back at him like a phantom from the sea. "I just feel awful for her," he said, and looked up and Lori. "I keep imagining...what if that was me? What if Mom and Dad treated me that way?"

One of Lincoln's flaws, he had been told, was his ability to empathize with people, to put himself firmly in their shoes. Several times over the past two weeks, he allowed himself dwell on Gwen's situation, to feel her pain so keenly that he lost sleep. He realized there was little he could do, but he decided days and days ago to do that little a lot. If her mother never asked Gwen to come home, she could stay here forever; she was a good kid, and there was no way in hell he could live with himself if he turned her away.

She needed more than a place to live, though, she needed love. He just hoped Lemy's feelings for her were enough to heal her wounded spirit.

Sighing, Lincoln took a sip of his coffee. "I gotta get ready," he said.

"Me too," Lori said and rubbed his shoulders. ""Wanna have sex first?"

Lincoln thought for a moment. "Sure. Can you be quick?"

Lori hummed. "Yes I can."

Liby didn't like carrying her gun at school, but she had been ever since returning from Costa Rica. Montoya was dead and from what she heard, his empire was in shambles and various factions were fighting for control - as she anticipated; whenever a strongman dies, a dozen different underlings jostle to fill the vacuum. She assumed that she and Liby were the last of anyone's worries right now, but you can never be too careful.

Presently, she sat across a table from Lacy; it was lunch time and the cafeteria was filled with the chattering din of a hundred kids talking and laughing. Lacy ate slowly, without her usual gusto; she tried not to let on, but she was having a hard time coping with what happened. She had nightmares a lot and woke up crying a few times, and loud, sudden noises made her jump.

She was coming to terms, though - she hadn't had a nightmare in three days and didn't look over her shoulder quite as much. Seeing her so jumpy and unlike her normal self killed Liby inside, and she regretted bringing her along every single day. She was right to do it, though, because she probably wouldn't have made it through on her own.

At least that's what she had been telling herself.

Picking up her roll, she absently turned it over in her hand.

"I asked Lemy and Gwen to come to the movies with us," Lacy said. "I figured it'd be a good chance to get to know her, you know?"

Liby nodded. "Yeah." When she and Lacy returned, they found Lemy's girlfriend, whom they barely knew, suddenly living in their house. Both were suspicious, Liby more so than Lacy. She seemed to like Lemy, but you can never be sure about people and their motives, especially in a case like Gwen's, where she had something going on at home. Was she using Lemy to get away from whatever her parents were doing? She brought this up to Dad and he was adamant that it's not like that. Maybe it wasn't...then again, maybe it was. She just wanted to make sure Gwen was earnest in her feelings for Lemy and not some sneaky, conniving bitch. Liby might not be in love with him anymore, but she still loved him dearly...and she kind of wanted to have sex with him. She wasn't gay, after all, just bi, and she still thought he was hot. She'd have to talk to Lacy about it, though, to see how she felt.

In fact, she'd do that right now.

Setting her roll down, she leaned over the table. "I have something to ask you," she said. Lacy looked up from her tray mid-chew, her cheeks bulging and putting Liby in mind of a cute cartoon squirrel. Lacy lifted her brows in silent question.

"I was wondering," Liby said, "if you would be okay with me...having sex with Lemy." She was a brave, bold girl, but she still spat the last four words in an anxious rush.

Lacy's jaw froze, then she swallowed.

"If you're not, it's okay," Liby hastened to add, "I just kind of want to, you know?"

For a moment Liby thought Lacy would protest; instead, she shrugged. "Sure. As long as you're okay with me doing him too." One corner of her mouth turned up in a crooked grin, and Liby's heart swelled. Her sister was so hot.

"Of course," she said, then flashed her own grin, "we can tag team him."

Lacy nodded. "Yeah. Or we can bring Gwen in and make it a foursome. You said you want to get to know her better, and that's kinda the best way."

Liby considered. "Yeah. It is. Wanna do it tonight?"

"Sure," Lacy said and smiled broadly, "you should do that thing with your tongue. You'll drive her up the wall."

Liby blushed. She took great pride in her oral skills, and having them complimented always made her head swell up a little. "Maybe, then again, I might reserve it for you and you alone." She winked and her sister laughed.

Across the building, Lemy sat in science class with his head bowed over a piece of paper. The lights were out and the only illumination came from the cart mounted TV at the head of the room; when you walk in and see that thing, you always breathe a sigh of relief, amirite? Lemy sure as fuck did. He liked science, feel me, but he had a poem weighing down his head space like a fat dump weighs down your gut. In the time he and Gwen had been together, he'd gotten pretty good at writing poetry, but today he was struggling. It wasn't the words, it was his emotions; he'd been sitting there for a good half hour trying to identify just what it was he felt and couldn't. Love, yeah, that went without saying, but..it was something else too. He kept thinking of that morning, how he and she did normal, mundane stuff, you know, sharing a soda and a sports bar... and how fucking satisfying it was. He figured it was kind of a domestic thing, but that was, like, new ground for him, and he just...he couldn't really explain it. It was like trying to read a sign in Greek or something.

He closed his eyes and called up a vision of Gwen's face; her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, the golden glow of the morning sun touching her face, making it glow and shimmering in her hair like fire. His heartbeat quickened and a smile crept across his face. He loved waking up to that; if Gwen let him, he'd do it for the rest of his life.

Shimmering hair afire

Sunlit vestment attire

Lemy frowned. No, that sounded clunky. And clumsy.

Shimmering hair afire

Dress'd in sunlight

Golden warm attire.

Huh. Golden warm sounded dumb. What could he replace it with? He flipped through his mental Rolodex but, bomb ass poet or not, his vocabulary was kinda limited. He'd stick with it for now and see where it took him; if he got a good poem overall, there could be a weak spot or two and it wouldn't be a big deal.

Okay.

Next stanza.

Aaaaaaand he had nothing.

Goddamn it.

He slapped the pencil onto the desk and leaned back. This girl means the world to you and you can't even write her a fucking poem? You're a piece of shit, dog. You don't deserve her. You deserve Mama Juicy. Naked, fat rolls hanging out, hairy chest, pussy like an Arby's beef 'n' cheddar melt. Hey, fuck face, where's your bike?

Sigh.

At home. Let me go get it.

When the bell rang ten minutes later, he gathered his shit, went to his locker, and put away what he didn't need. Minutes later, he was in history class and trying to focus on Manifest Destiny but thinking of his poem instead. He was still drawing a blank.

He'd just have to put it aside.

Some poet, huh?

At the end of the day, he threw all his crap into his locker, pulled on his jacket and cap, and walked through the late afternoon sunlight to the end of the street, where Gwen and Leia were already waiting for him. He smiled when he saw her, and she smiled back. "Hey," she said as he kissed her cheek.

"Hey," he replied and slipped his arm around her shoulder. "How was your day?"

"Alright," she said, and they began to walk, "I passed my math test."

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "Yep."

Math was not Gwen's best subject. She wasn't terrible, but she wasn't great, either. Luckily, Lemy was good at the stuff, so he'd been helping her out. If I have two nuts and you take one away, how many do I have left? Nah, her stuff was a little more complicated than that, but...yeah.

He squeezed her and kissed her forehead. "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," she said, "I'm pretty - "

Leia cleared her throat, and Lemy glanced at her. "Aren't you going to ask how my day was?"

For a moment Lemy simply stared at her. "How was your day, Leia?"

She smiled prettily. "Good, Gwen and I had a special class."

Gwen laughed and nodded as if just remembering. "We did."

Lemy looked from his sister to his girlfriend and back again. "What was it?"

A devious smile carved across Leia's face. "Sex ed."

Oh. Heh. Giving Leia a sex ed course was like teaching Stephen King how to spell. Pointless. Because...ya know. Gwen too, come to think of it. She wasn't as widely experienced as Leia (Leia had been with two men, Gwen with one), but he'd been teaching her a lot over the past couple weeks. Mainly how to fake it.

J/K…

...I hope.

"Did you learn a lot?" Lemy asked, playing along.

Leia shrugged one shoulder. "Not really." She batted her eyes and favored him with a suggestive sidelong glance. "We do have homework, though."

Lemy looked at Gwen, and she nodded. "Yes we do," she said.

Well...I didn't think sex ed was a class that typically assigned homework, but what do I know? I'm a creep in a headband who listens to dad rock. "What kind of homework?"

Leia hummed. "Nothing much. Just an...oral examine."

The Shockmaster turned in his sleep like Cthulhu, his open eye opening and seeing that it was good.

Leia slipped her hand into his and squeezed it. "We need a boy to eat us out and I was wondering if maaaaaybe you'd help us."

Some guys might turn down the chance to eat their girlfriend and their eleven-year-old sister out, but not Lemy "Bandana Head" Loud; he was dtd, son - down to dine. "Sure," he said, and slipped his arm around Leia - now he had a girl under either wing. "I can help you out."

"Good," Leia said.

"We're probably going to have to wait, though," Gwen said.

"Uh, why?" Leia asked.

"Because your aunt Lynn wants him first."

Leia blew a raspberry. "She can wait."

Maybe she could...but she didn't: As soon as they walked through the door, she was there, like a dog who'd been waiting all day for the return of its master. Her hands were on her hips and she was in the same clothes she was wearing that morning; Lemy's eyes went to her camel toe and the dark stain of his seed. A lotta dudes act like camel toes are gross, but Lemy thought they were fucking hot.

"Good, you're here," she said and snatched his hand, "c'mon."

"Uh, excuse me," Leia said, "he's helping me and Gwen with our homework."

Lynn's eyes narrowed. "He can do that later. Right now we're gonna spar." She started to pull him toward the stairs, but Leia caught hold of his free hand and yanked him back with surprising strength. Ow. Felt like his goddamn shoulder popped out its socket.

"Let him go," Leia demanded.

Is this really happening? He looked at Gwen and her eyes were wide.

"Leia, run along and play with your dolls or whatever," Lynn said.

"Go play with yourself," Leia shot back.

Lynn pulled him left, and Leia pulled him right. Ow. Ouch. "Alright! Goddamn!"

Both girls stopped at looked at him. He pulled away from them and shot them both a dirty look. "You gotta learn to share."

"I already do share with her," Leia said and crossed her arms. "I'm sick of it."

"Pffft. Please. You can barely take your father. He told me all about how he only puts the head in."

Leia's jaw dropped and her face turned bright red. "T-That's not true!"

Lynn screwed her face up in a mocking expression of pain. "'Ow, Daddy, it hurts, pwease stop.'"

Leia balled her fists and stomped the floor with one foot, her body leaning forward. "I don't sound like that!"

Standing in the middle of two arguing girls - arguing over him - Lemy had a revelation: They did the same shit with Dad, but somehow how he managed to keep the peace. Now he had to keep the peace because if he just stood here with his thumb up his ass, Lynn and Leia were going to rip each other apart.

"Alright!" he said and held up one hand; they both fell silent. "Leia...Lynn did ask first."

Leia's face fell into a disappointed pout. He put his hand on her shoulder and pressed his lips to her ear. "I'll make it up to you," he whispered, and licked her earlobe. A shiver went through her, and when he pulled back, she was smirking.

"You better," she said.

"I will." He looked at Gwen. "You coming?"

"No, I wanna get a snack. Have fun, though." She winked.

He winked back.

"C'mon, Lem," Lynn said and dragged him up the stairs, "I got a game you're gonna love. I play it with your dad all the time." In the upstairs hall, Lacy came out of her room, saw them, and slumped her shoulders.

"Don't break him, Mom; me and Liby wanna do him later.'"

Lemy's eyes widened. Holy shit. When it rains it fucking pours. I know this is gonna sound bad because I spent so long pissing and moaning about not getting any, but oh my God, I dunno if I can take it; these girls are gonna suck me dry and I'm gonna look like the dude from The Mummy with Brendan Fraser (dope movie, btw).

Wait. BREAK ME? Oh, hell no. Maybe some guys like getting their ass kicked in the bedroom, but not me.

Lynn rolled her eyes. "I'm not gonna break him, jeez."

In the third floor hall, Lynn pushed her door open and, in one fluid motion, stepped aside and flung him onto the bed. Ahhh! He landed on his back and before he could recover, she jumped on him, her knees caging his legs and her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Her eyes flashed with lust and her lips peeled back from her teeth in a dangerous smile. His heart started to race and he swallowed around a lump in his throat. Uh-oh, I'm gonna die, aren't I?

She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him roughly to her, their noses brushing and her lips welding to his; her tongue shot into his mouth and her ragged breath filled his lungs. For a moment he was frozen as she licked and prodded every nook and cranny, tasting, exploring, and breathing faster as her arousal alive, Lemy kissed her back, their tongues grappling for dominance and Lynn's winning: She was strong, bro.

By the time she broke the kiss, The Shockmaster was standing tall and pushing against her crotch. Both were panting and red faced, strands of drool connecting their lips. She shoved him roughly back, rose up, and pulled her shirt over her head; she tossed it aside as Lemy drank in her chest: Small but perky breasts, hard brown nipples, a smattering of freckles, taut, powerful stomach muscles. He gawked for a moment, then ran his hands up her sleek sides as she lifted and pulled her shorts down her toned legs, then whipped them off and threw them aside.

Entirely naked now, she yanked his pants down and grinned when Shocky made his entrance. "That's what I'm talkin' about," she said. She splayed her hands on his shoulders and mounted him, her lips slipping over the head of his dick and drawing him to her slick opening. Her heat was incredible...stronger than any he'd ever felt before. Either she was super turned on, or she was naturally an oven - he suspected a little of both. She jerked down, and he slid unceremoniously in, her walls pressing needily against him like wet satin fresh from the dryer. (That's a weird analogy, I know, but that's what came to his mind. Sue him). His nails dug into her hips and she settled, taking him to her limit and hovering her face inches above his. "You ready to play?" she asked.

Lemy swallowed and nodded. Maybe it was all the exercising and shit she did, but she was tight. Not as tight as Gwen or Leia, but a solid third place. Hell, a 2.5.

"Alright," she said, flattened her body against his, and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. "I call it Rodeo. You gotta buck me off."

Lemy's brow furrowed. "L-Like I'm a bull?"

"Yeah," she said, "like you're a bull."

You know...that she wanted to do something like that was really unsurprising. "Alright," he said, "I'll try."

"Great."

She slipped her arms between his back and the bed and held on. She was strong, brah, so he wasn't sure he could knock her off, but he'd try. Grabbing the sheet in both hands, he drew his hips back as far as he could, his tip raking against her walls, and slammed forward with all his might: His head pounded against her cervix like a clapper against a bell and she jumped with a nahhhh! She held on tighter as he did it again, his dick shooting so deep it hurt.

"Gotta do better than that," she teased.

He gritted his teeth and threw his hips forward again. Again, she jumped and moaned as his tip met the opening to her womb. "You're even worse at this than your father," she said, a playfully mocking edge in her voice.

Oh, hell no. One thing you do not do is compare me unfavorably to Dad. I'm cool with him - especially since he's been such a bro about letting Gwen stay - but uh-uh. Shifting his hips and working up as much leverage as he could, he slapped his hands onto the mattress and threw himself forward; her body jerked upwards. He established a frenetic pace - imagine Woody Woodpecker going down on a hunk of wood and you'll get the picture. Lynn held fast and puffed hot exhalations against his neck. The friction was becoming too much and he could feel his end approaching.

Suddenly, she jumped off. Her face was beet red and her eyes were slurry with lust. "Alright, your turn."

Lemy blinked. "My turn?"

She stretched out next to him, her breasts flattening against her chest. "Yes, your turn."

A-Alright. He shifted onto her and thrusted in. Before he could get a grip, she started to buck wildly, tossing him nearly off. "Oh, shit," he gasped and grabbed the sheet in both hands. If he went Woody Woodpecker fast, she went faster than fucking light, every forward motion knocking his dick almost out; in fact, at one point it did come all the way out, then surged back in, making both of them gasp.

"Holy fuuuuuuuck," she moaned and went even faster. Lemy bowed his head and held on for dear life, crying out in surprise when she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled. Now she was on top and he was on the bottom. "Not bad," she panted, "let's play a new game." She leaned in and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. "First one to cum loses." She rocked her hips back slowly, then forward even slower. He could feel every curve of her body shaping and slipping around his own.

A competitive smile touched her lips, and, ya know...he kinda wanted to wipe it off. "Alright," he said, "you're on."

She laid her palms on his chest and fell into a slow but steady pace. "I hear you like it this way," she said, "slow and gentle...like a bitch."

He cupped her breasts in his hands...then tweaked the fuck out of her nipples. She yelped and her walls clamped around him. "Yeah," he said, "I do."

She tossed her hair and kissed the corner of his mouth. "You want me to be girly and shit, huh? Because you can't handle a real woman."

Keep talking that shit, Lynn.

"You're a little boy...you can't handle -" her words cut off in a cry when he wrapped his legs around her waist and rolled her onto her back. Her eyes were wide with shock...then crossed when he thrusted hard.

"You can't handle this," he said and thrusted again. She gasped and shook. "You're used to a middle aged man in a sweater vest." He thrusted again and her back arched. "He's Pat Boone, bitch; I'm Bon Scott." He pulled back until just the head remained, then surged forward.

Lynn moaned. "Y-You're a f-fucking pussy."

"Am I?

He threaded his fingers into her hand and pulled hard as he set a crazy tempo. She squeezed her eyes closed and bared her teeth like an animal. Her face was the color of blood and her breathing came in short, hitching gasps. "You're gonna cum, aren't you?"

She whipped her head from side to side.

"Yes you are," he said.

Thrust.

Thrust.

"You're gonna lose to a little boy who likes gentle bitch sex."

"F-F-Fuck you."

Thrustthrustthrustthrustthrust.

She was shaking now. Good. He couldn't last much longer. He bowed his head and went faster. He was sweaty and trembly and getting close to the edge. He couldn't cum, though; he had to take this bitch down a few pegs.

"C-Cum, a-admit defeat."

"N-Never."

His orgasm was starting to rush from his depths. He bore down on his teeth and thought of his grandmother (a technique he used sometimes - it always worked) but it was too late: His load was like a bullet in the chamber and Lynn's body was squeezing the trigger. He gave one final thrust and released, his cum blasting from his tip and filling Lynn's stomach. Her walls closed around him and she threw her hips flush against his with a loud cry. Lemy held onto the sheets and pumped his seed into her; she dug her heels into his butt and drew him closer, greedily sucking every drop from his rapidly draining ball sack.

For a long time afterwards, Lemy remained straddling her, his head bowed in shame. I came first, broseph, I lost. When he looked up at Lynn, she smirked. "Heh," she said, "I win."

Lemy sighed. "Yeah, you won."

"You went down, little boy. Who's the best? I'm the best."

Lemy pulled out in a rush of their mingled passion and sat on the edge of the bed. Great. Now I'm gonna have to listen to this.

Swinging her legs, she sat next to him and poked the side of his head. "How's the loser's circle feel?"

"Feels like I almost made you cum first"

She snickered. "That only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, buddy." She threw her arm around his neck, dragged him to her breast, and gave him a noogie.

"Ow!"

"Ya did good, though. I'm proud of you."

He pulled away. "Thanks."

She punched his arm. "If you wanna train, come see me. I'll have you throwing me off in no time. Little boy."

Lemy cocked a sidelong glance at her; she was grinning all over herself like the sorest winner to ever live. He wasn't usually competitive, but he found himself really wanting to beat her at her own game. "Okay," he said, "I'll be back."

"Good," she said, and punched his arm again, "and next time bring your A game."

"I'll do that," he said and got up. He turned to grab his pants from the bed, and Lynn's eyes flicked to his dick, her teeth brushing across her lower lip. He started to say something smart alecky, but came up empty handed.

Bring your A game, he thought with a snort as he went downstairs. She liked it. And he did too. The way she socked his arm and poked his head. It was like...he'd only ever seen her do that with Dad. More of the time she was deadly serious, you know? But with Dad she was loose and playful, and for some reason having her like that with him, like they were best buds, was really fucking cool.

I mean...hey, we just bonded, right? That's how it goes in this family. Other families play board games together, mine sleeps together. I never really understood that, you know? I saw it as just sex, but I sensed it, and not having sex, not bonding the way everyone else did...that's why I felt so isolated, I think.

And when I turned Lola down that first time, I thought that if I had sex with her, it would be like cheating on Gwen, but it's not. It's different. You can hang with your girl and your family, right? That's kinda how sex works here. I love Gwen - deeply, passionately, and burningly - and doing my sisters and aunts is different because...man, I dunno. I just know that I enjoyed the fuck out of bonding with Lola and Lynn. We're much closer now. At least me and Lola, Lynn remains to be seen. The other day Lola even brought me and Gwen to the mall with her and and Leia, and we talked a lot, you know? Just general stuff. I always got the feeling she was haughty and aloof, but she's actually really cool with a sweet streak a mile wide.

He was in the dining room now. Gwen, arms crossed, stood next to Leia, who sat at the table doing her homework. When Lemy saw her, the strangest emotion came over him. It was like love and fondness and nostalgia all rolled into one. He smiled, slipped his arms around her from behind, and kissed her neck. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," she said and leaned into him.

Having her in his arms, being with her…

"I love you," he said and held her tight.

As much as he liked doing Lynn and Lola…

"Hm...I love you, too, Freak."

Gwen…

...Gwen was like coming home.