This story is a sequel to my short story "Yummy."
Wednesday
Karen called her daughter for the third time today, and it went straight to voicemail. She sighed and grabbed her husband Roy's phone, and dialed her daughter's number once more.
"Yes, Daddy?" Emily deliriously answered on the second ring.
"Emily, Why are you avoiding my calls?"
"Mom?"
"Yes, it's your mother. Are you trying to give me more gray hairs or another heart attack?"
"No, I was...."
Emily rolled her eyes and deeply drew breath to combat her mother's theatrics.
The pair had had a two-hour conversation Monday about the ins and outs of their lives and cracked up at old memories.
"I was going to call you back, but I was in the middle of class," she lied slowly, adding, "And I don't want to hurt you or worry you, Mom. I've just been busy, is all."
Her stepfather, Roy, had fast access to her line, and anytime he rang, Emily answered quickly, beseeching a direction.
"Did you eat your friend's pussy like I told you?" Roy had asked earlier that morning.
"Yes, Daddy, It was so sweet but not as sweet as your cock, sir."
Emily had shuddered at the notion of sucking Roy's cock. But that had been the first time, and it quickly turned into a delightful chore. Last summer, Emily had looked forward to sucking almost anything off of her stepfather's cock.
"Emily?"
Karen interrupted her naughty thoughts just as Emily started toying with the band of her shorts. Roy had yet to allow her to cum today, but she hoped a text would arrive permitting both an orgasm and a task to complete.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"I am sick of this, Emily. I have no idea what I've done wrong. Or why you won't come home."
Emily's heart broke as her mother's voice cracked with despair.
"I'll come home this weekend, I promise."
"Great!"
Karen smiled and walked to the kitchen to tell her husband the splendid news. She mouthed the words as Emma spoke.
Roy didn't understand anything his wife said but threw up his thumb and continued his tasks. He had some odds and ends to tie up before their weekend in Myrtle Beach.
Karen hung up and placed his phone on the table.
"Emily will be coming this weekend. Isn't that exciting!" She squealed.
"Does she know?" Roy asked, arching his brow, "I don't want my boys uncomfortable."
"Roy, you act as if Emily is hard to deal with."
He imagined his boys lusting just as hard for his fuck toy, which made his shoulders tense.
"She needs to be fully clothed. It's almost embarrassing the revealing clothes she wears."
"It's that new birth control and her weight gain, Honey. I mean, yes, her clothes are a little tight, but she's short on money."
Roy shrugged. He liked his loyal submissive stepdaughter, 100 miles away, ready to please him while his wife was home, prepared to care for him. Together, it was a complicated task to avoid his desires of not only copping gropes of Emily's cushy fat ass and large fleshy breasts but controlling his erection and passion to stick his cock in her hungry little chops.
Karen rubbed his solid shoulder and smiled, "It will be fun, and our children need to meet eventually. It's a shame the boys couldn't attend the wedding. Or at least their mother wouldn't allow it."
"It was her choice, and I respected it. But you're right, they need to meet, but I was hoping to spend time with my sons alone before they fly out to California. We need some bonding time."
While Roy spoke, Karen stewed about his ex-wife's behavior. She had wanted her wedding to be a family affair, but that woman had ruined Roy's experience.
"Ugh," Karen scowled, "If my husband had remarried, I don't think I-'
"Exactly, He didn't remarry, so you wouldn't know what it's like," Roy explained, frowning as he quickly cut his wife off, "Karen. Please do not speak about my children's mother. The woman is strong. She raised my boys mostly alone, and I don't have any ill will toward her, and you shouldn't either."
Karen nodded and backed away to continue the rest of her daily activities. Although she didn't want to rag on his ex-wife, it hurt that Roy still held her in a beautiful light.
Friday.
Emily drove with both hands clenching the wheel, her stomach doing cartwheels against the tight fabric of her tank top. Last summer, she had visited home only to be tempted by her stepfather Roy. It happened in a single incident over fast food and soon became a summer-long affair. She had enjoyed it all. From his dominant, demeaning behavior to his filthy notion for her to suck his cock with various sweet and savory concoctions.
It had been an excellent experience, and she had tried the trick on several guys at school, all with Daddy's blessing. But it wasn't the same; Daddy knew how to rebuke her into mush and leave her panties soaking from the shame.
Ugh, But the guilt, the guilt, was gut-wrenching whenever she was around her mother.
It increased to heart flutters and sweaty palms as she rounded into their driveway and noticed the cars parked behind her mom's, Sudan. Emily knocked on the door and waited. Hopefully, her mother would open the door, but just her luck, Roy appeared at the long glass window.
"Emily, what are you knocking for, sweet girl?" Roy smiled, "Come on in."
His body was solid as he stood firm in khaki shorts. And that gray shirt could barely contain his muscles. She wanted to apologize and pray he allowed her to lick anything off his cock this weekend. Already her conscience was out the door as he led the way into her childhood home.
"The third musketeer is here, guys," Roy called out toward the kitchen.
Emily was nervous, but Karen approached with a giant hug, swaying her body from side to side.
"Aw, my baby," She cooed, "I want you to meet two handsome fellas."
Emily looked over at the two men seated at the dinner table. They stood and walked around, each towering over her with extended hands.
"Emily," The darker-skinned man smiled.
He looked exotic, a mix of Caucasian and something else. He was yellow-toned with a pair of plump tanned lips rimmed neatly by a curly dark goatee. His head was full of soft ringlets, and he gave her a dazzling smile.
Karen smiled wide at the interchange and said, "Emily, this is Justin, and that is William."
"It's just Will, Karen," Will smiled and patted her shoulder.
Will was the opposite of the other, with pale skin peeking from the sleeve of tattoos covering his extended forearm. His long full beard was ragged but had an alluring charm with shaggy waves falling around his forehead. Will was broad-shouldered and much bulkier than the other, making Justin seem tall and slim.
"It's nice to meet you, Emily." Will smiled, revealing fangs in his teeth.
Emily gasped, and Will laughed, removing the sparkling grill.
"They're fake," He chuckled, then held up his inked arm, "These are real, though."
"Yeah, Will is a freelancer and a free spirit." Karen politely smiled even though she thought he appeared trashy.
"A musician, Karen. I ghostwrite for some rappers. Lil Baby, Da Baby, Kodak Black, to name a few."
"I help," Justin chuckled, "A lot."
Will pushed Justin's shoulder with a rough nudge that made Emily uncomfortable.
"Guys, this is Emily, my only daughter," Karen beamed.
"It's nice to meet both of you," Emily nodded, then looked toward her mother. With her eyes, she asked, who are they?
Karen caught the look and giggled, "These are Roy's sons, honey. And I didn't tell you on the phone, but we are all going to the beach, our first family vacation."
