Awkward
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Prologue
Laid in bed, Mark stared longingly at the ceiling. A depressive sigh escaped his lungs. He had an intense desire to sleep but couldn't on account of the noises from the wall behind him - the bed creaking, lusty moans, enthusiastic giggles, a cacophony of sounds that only served to make Mark wince and cringe, despite them being a nightly occurrence for the past six months. He'd ought to have gotten used to them by now, surely, his father Gordon often commented.
It just wasn't that simple though. He wished it was but the stars didn't seem to align in his favor.
Mark turned on his side as he heard the young feminine voice call out from the wall in the form of a lusty scream. He wanted to bury his head in his pillow, but her dulcet tones were so overpowering and sweet as honey he just couldn't muster the willpower to do so. The passionate shriek was followed by more rhythmical thumps, presumably from Gordon. It was they that compelled Mark to follow through with his initial idea, throwing the pillow over his head.
"Fucking hell."
As if God himself were poking fun at our unfortunate protagonist, it became clear even the thick feathery pillow wasn't enough to soften the noises. Mark could still hear his father's husky grunts and Jade's ushering him on for 'more' or 'deeper.'
That was the last straw. Bounding out of bed, Mark decided that in the face of not being able to sleep, it would be better he do something to keep his mind off the fact his father was in the midst of fucking someone at least twenty years his junior. Of course, Mark wasn't going to openly confront his father about the noise - he wasn't brave enough for that. Instead, he tip-toed through the hall in the hopes of sneaking into the toilet.
That was when Mark noticed it - eventually. The silence. The riotous sex between his father and Jade had finally stopped after what had to be at least two hours. Mark did consider turning back to his room but was closer to the toilet now, so decided to see his deed through. The issue, though, was—
The door groaned open like those often seen in horror movies, revealing the youthful messy-haired brunette in all her boner-inducing nakedness. She glowered gently at Mark upon closing the door behind her. It was clear Jade was bothered by Mark catching sight of her in such a compromising way.
—the bathroom was directly across from Gordon's bedroom!
Mark and Jade exchanged looks, though his were far more awkward, and rightly so. In spite of her nakedness, Jade crossed her arms over her bountiful chest and looked upon him like a concerned relative. Mark broke into a panic at this and his awkwardness only blossomed further as he looked down and noticed cum casually oozing down Jade's smooth inner thigh all the way down to her calf.
"I told your father that if he stopped touching himself for a week, I'd go on top this time." Jade could tell just from his ongoing silence that Mark was discomfited by not just the display but her words as well, which she took a sense of erotic enjoyment in. Stressing that point, she ran a hand down her bare cum-soaked snatch and rubbed it gently before gathering a small dollop of Gordon's pent-up load in her finger. "He had a lot to offer."
It finally registered in Mark's brain what Jade implied. All the rhythmical thumping he heard came from her! Mark knew Jade but not this side of her, because, in a cruel twist of fate, she was Mark's ex, vigorously screwing his father to the point where he passed out on the bed.
Mark and Jade were in a relationship together for a few months at one point, but it never seemed to blossom into something with the same vigor as hers with Gordon. It felt like a cruel cosmic joke had been played on Mark when he found out Jade had started 'seeing' his father. He'd never gotten used to it, They were weren't on the best of terms since then.
Jade rubbed Gordon's cum between her fingers and smiled. It was thick and white as snow, sticky and globbed like stringy cheese. Mark's wasn't ever like that - at all.
"You going in there? I need to shower before your dad wakes up in case he wants another round."
Mark hid his cringing behind a feigned smile, finally coming out of his awkward trance. "No, go ahead."
Jade brushed past Mark and shut the bathroom door behind her without so much as a passing glance. Things between them were truly that awkward.
The clock ticked away quietly. Half two in the morning. Mark wasn't due to wake for another six hours but Jade's frolicking with his father obviously put that to an end. He opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of orange juice, parched. It wasn't long after that a sigh expelled from his lungs. There was no arguing life was so much simpler before Jade started sleeping with his father.
Mark remembered the day he introduced Jade to his father. Particularly, he remembered what Gordon was doing at that precise moment: doing push-ups, his muscles all pumped, his body glistening with sweat. In the earlier years of Mark's life, Gordon was considered clinically obese and apparently only had a few years of life left if he kept going the way he was. This news spurred Gordon into changing his life around, transforming himself into a fitness freak. When Mark introduced him to Jade, there was more meat on Gordon's chest than his own son's entire frame.
Things between Jade and Gordon seemed to hit off naturally from that moment. An unmistakable rift between her and Mark formed soon after.
Mark took a seat at the kitchen table and drank his juice solemnly, alone, contemplating how his life had turned out the way it did. How he didn't even share in his father's apparent genetics once he bothered to get his life back on track was just as annoying. Perhaps if Mark was just as fit, Jade wouldn't have set eyes on his father instead. That implied she had a thing for muscular guys, surely?
The kitchen door groaned open, revealing Jade in a skimpy red bedgown. It wasn't just any bedgown though, but the one Mark bought her for Christmas. She cocked her hip and smirked, looking at the carton of orange juice beside her ex.
"Mind getting me a glass? Throat's kinda dry after all that moaning."
Mark didn't even hesitate to comply. What would be the point in arguing? If he did, Jade would just bring the matter up with his father, who'd just side with her anyway. Rolling his eyes, Mark pulled a glass larger than his own out from the cabinet and poured juice into it. Before he even had a chance to turn around, though, Jade snatched the glass out of his hand and downed its contents in one gulp. Mark should've been surprised, but of course, she had developed quite a finesse for swallowing things lately.
That was when Mark noticed it. How Jade's neck looked thicker than usual. It could've just been the angle of the night light, of course, but that was before he realized her gown looked tighter across her back as well.
Jade set the glass down next to Mark and smiled at him noticing her forearm was easily twice as thick as his own. Jade was aware of her changes and found humor in Mark's discontent in their obviously quick emergence. She raised her arm up into a flex and giggled as the gown's sleeve ripped to reveal a bicep easily large as Mark's fist! It throbbed and pulsed with energy as Mark's heart sank. Between seeing the unnatural occurrence take place and the gown rip and tear, he didn't know what to think. The gown itself was a symbol of how much Jade meant to him and for her to wear it after fucking Gordon was enough of a heartbreak, let alone see it slowly shed itself to nothing - symbolizing what he meant to her -- eventually revealing Jade in her total nakedness once again.
Grunting, she pulled into a crab flex, feeling the veins across her chest snaking and throbbing violently, her modest pectoral muscles growing inches at a time between each passing second. Mark watched but the intensity of the moment was beginning to take a hold of him, blurring his vision, close to passing out.
"I never did thank you for introducing me to your father, did I?"
That did it. What little lucidity Mark had left wasn't enough to keep him conscious. He felt himself faze out, his eyes dimming just as Jade's hand reached out to him.
When he finally started coming to, Mark felt something weighing him down. His vision was still blurry but he could make out the brown fuzziness of Jade's curly locks of hair, her broad shoulders naked as the rest of her. She giggled, cupping her large breasts in her hands, his eyes finally readjusting to the darkness.
Mark never expected to wake to Jade shamelessly straddling him. Nor had he anticipated being tied to the kitchen chair, underwear pulled down to his ankles so his cock was exposed. Rocking the chair, he pulled, yanked and strained in his effort to rip free from his bonds but all his efforts only served to make them tighter - and vex Jade. Pinching his shoulder, he yelped. He got the hint - don't bother. Coming to terms with the fact, that was when Mark fixed his eyes on Jade properly this time, seeing her biceps rub against her hips as she pushed herself closer to him. It was embarrassing enough for Mark to find himself in such a compromising position, let alone realize Jade was now - somehow - more muscular than him too.
"How the hell did—Let me outta here—"
