Toxic Family No Attraction

This is a side-story to the famous "Toxic Attraction" set of chapters written so well by Don Silver, whose stories can be found here on Literotica and other sites.

This story does not reveal any details of Don's story that can't already be read in Literotica. It

does not foretell any future events in the series.

Read that last sentence again!

This is purely my personal take on possible consequences to Dan and Sarah from a completely unexpected meeting with someone who can expose their lives.

It is my take on the character's possible personalities, which

may or may not be different

than how they appear in the "Toxic Attraction" series.

For a reader to understand the references in this story I'd first recommend reading as many of the "Toxic Attraction" chapters as you can. Believe me, once you'll start you'll become so absorbed you'll read all of Don Silver's chapters!

I'm sure when the Toxic Attraction series is complete there will be plenty of spinoffs, much like the February Sucks story inspired so many more versions and sequels. One characteristic of a great story is the readers' furor over the characters, their actions and reactions, and the reader's preferences of what they think should or shouldn't happen.

Again, this is simply one viewpoint of potential consequences. Many reader factions wish for different results.

And to further avoid the scathing critiques sure to come, just know that Don Silver gave me his blessing to publish this.

As I stood to greet the beautiful couple just walking in the door, my face betrayed absolute shock at recognizing the model husband and wife with two small girls. Fortunately they were all involved in greeting their parents and my fiancee with smiles and hugs and didn't notice my face, allowing time for me to recover my poise.

This beautiful full-bodied green-eyed blonde woman came up to me and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Sarah Williams and this is my husband Dan."

"Nice to meet you as well. I'm Max Kane."

Yeah, I'm Max Kane, formerly known as a piece of white trash since I grew up in a trailer park outside of DC. There's a difference between trailer park and mobile home park. I'm talking, old single-wides on cinder blocks.

We're the type of people that those born in better neighborhoods and economic situations will blame for being lazy, non-goal oriented, or living off the government. We're the ones that those who've never had to struggle for a meal will resent for using food stamps at the grocery store and vote to cut our benefits. Why? Because we supposedly don't work hard enough. And we're not part of the beautiful people, so I guess I grew up with a little resentment and wariness toward those born with natural advantages.

Many times the trauma one suffers in childhood creates the opposite effect, a set of strengths developed to deal with the trauma, strengths that have superb benefits later in life. For me, it was learning to read people and interpret their intentions. It's necessary when raised in an uncertain and violent environment where everyone only looks out for themselves for survival.

My other strength is my ability to see patterns. As I grew I began to see patterns in behaviors, words, languages, mathematics, and of all things, coding.

I'm convinced everyone gets a break in life, even those in the most desperate of situations. The key is recognizing the break and having the fearlessness and willpower to take advantage of it.

Mine was in middle school when we had a computer lab. Now most of the better-off kids were just learning the basics but immediately I saw patterns and hung around after school talking with the instructor.

Good teachers appreciate good students who are interested, and he took me under his wing and began to give me much more advanced exposure to programming. Over time at the public library I picked up plenty of books on coding, documentation, integration, layout, structural relationships and data elements.

These technical books seemed simple to me. Most people would find them complicated.

In high school I spent as much time in the computer lab as I could. When it came to patterns it turns out I found math to simply be a series of patterns as well. By then I started to realize I had a certain skill-set.

Reading as much as I did meant I'd come to cover plenty of different genres. I found Machiavelli and Sun Tzu to be thought provoking, reminding me of what my first computer teacher had told me.

"Max, you have talents that can be used productively or destructively. As good as you are you'll eventually find areas that are tempting to explore but can get you into a lot of trouble. Just remember, there is always someone better than you. You are the biggest danger to yourself, being overconfident, getting sloppy. Even the slightest error or oversight can come back on you hugely."

Those words made sense. I also realized they applied to everyone, not just me. And I also realized that with my resentment of privilege combined with my skills, I could be very dangerous.

So Sun Tzu and good old Niccolo were interesting guys, seeing patterns of behavior just like I did but with a masterful strategy, a strategy that reminded me of coding architecture and layout.

Now it's a long, long story of how I got to George Washington University where I majored in Computer Science and Cybersecurity with a minor in mathematics. This is where I met Anna.

With Anna I was clearly punching above my pay grade, certainly moving up from my trailer park status, and I realized I wasn't in Kansas anymore. Choose your idiom.

A beautiful petite 5'3" blonde with a slim figure and gorgeous firm C-cups that hung just right on that 110 pound frame. She was smart and focused with her studies, and we matched up well, enjoying study time together. While incredibly beautiful, I appreciated how she was cordial but firm in dismissing the frequent male interest so she could focus on her studies.

She did have some daddy and mommy issues, however. Those terms oversimplify the situation, but evidently she was the youngest of two girls, her sister eight years older and the favorite of the parents. Her sister was the popular girl in school, the prom queen, the daughter who was so beautiful she could do no wrong in their eyes, the full-bodied green-eyed blonde that met the handsome college jock, married and had two equally gorgeous little girls.

Anna Lisa Cooper was treated more like an afterthought by her parents, who felt this extra child got in the way of her older sister's attention. Anna was more of a bookworm than one who actively supported her older sister's success. In a moment of emotional weakness, Anna confided in me that for a long time she had feelings of worthlessness and failure as she entered adulthood.

Then she got into college, and a big one at that, and majored in Mathematics and minored in Finance. It was in the math classes where we met and hit it off.

By this time I had become quite skilled with computer coding, and even got into areas of the internet I shouldn't have, like, other people's lives and other company's business. I quickly learned how important it was to cover my tracks when one day I was approached by a few serious looking men who said those impactful words, "we've got to talk."

Turns out they observed my hacking, did a deep dive on my background and education, and wanted to hire me in their white-hat security firm to use my skills to find and fix security vulnerabilities in systems, networks, and applications. My training would also include how to clean up my tracks so that people like them, or worse, would not find me.

Anna and I had been living together our last year of University and both got hired locally in D.C., Anna as an economist for a think tank. We had a nice apartment, fully wired up for my ethical hacking, though I admit I did play around - securely I might add - in other people's playgrounds.

Ransomware was becoming a big issue. China and the US account for the majority of the origin of cyber attacks, with smaller percentages primarily from Asia and Russia. I had been put on a case for a small community hospital outside of Chicago and made a lot of headway over a short period of time when suddenly the BadRabbit virus began disappearing from the hospital system.

Curious, very curious. Myself and those I reported to thought this could be an inside job. Then within a few weeks we were taken off the case when the hospital administration suddenly changed. So our company was no longer getting paid, but privately? I couldn't let it go.

The trouble with organized crime is that it isn't that organized. Similarly, the trouble with hackers is that there is always someone better than them and they get overconfident.

I was guessing that whoever planted the virus probably was the one eliminating it. Then with the change in administration and no one looking in on this it just might have been possible that some tracks were left behind due to sloppiness or overconfidence or neglect.

And with some tedious effort within the code, I found them. And after some time I was able to track them back, all the way to a location in Chicago, and when I got in the back door of that hacker's security - all very quietly - I found a treasure trove of information.

I was a little surprised I wasn't caught, the security was very good, but one has to keep up on every innovation to continue warding off attacks and securing networks and that's a full-time job. Distractions for even a week or two may leave a system vulnerable to new methods of intrusion. Fortunately I work for an organization that is on top of these things like white on rice. Weekly we get updates and must sit for additional training.

Shortly I was to come to learn a possible reason why that hacker might have been distracted.

Perhaps I had the upper hand here, but our firm was no longer on the case. I was doing this for my own curiosity, even backing up everything this person had so I could review it at my leisure. And that's where I saw the videos, the women, the pictures - and much of this was clearly taken from hidden cameras. I read detailed notes that had been compiled on different women, their likes and dislikes sexually. I was able to see the apartment's network, even look at the activity and what had been done on it.

Evidently at one time a roommate's laptop had been hacked, even his apartment searches compromised, his LinkedIn profile edited, and there were obvious edits to his documents. Clearly, whoever this hacker was had a mean streak, a real asswipe. But I wondered why he would do all these things, clearly these were crimes, but why? Some hackers find this to be fun, but what did this hacker have to gain?

Eventually I was able to identify the hacker's name and I worked up a full background. Hackers can't stop, and eventually he'll hit again, my firm might get involved, and I'll be many steps ahead over everyone in solving the case.

With a growing indifference over the years to their daughter, Anna only spoke with her parents a few times a year and there had been very rare visits during University. In fact, they were so dismissive of her they didn't even attend her graduation. So now we're both 27 years old, her sister is 35, and in a rare phone call her parents bragged about how her sister had even been considered as CEO of the hospital!

Due to several years of counseling Anna was able to dismiss the implication that she wasn't as successful as her sister. Myself? I was peeved and frustrated that her parents didn't recognize the fine person their daughter had become, one who I was fully committed to and wanted to marry. Due to each of our backgrounds, Anna and I both highly valued loyalty and commitment.

Over the next few months I suggested we visit her parents as I'd like to meet them. Anna said it might not go over well, and does it really matter? We'd talked seriously about marriage and we both knew it was going to happen.

So we put the visit aside and concentrated on our relationship and careers.

One night I decided to do some background on that little hospital and noticed some changes in staffing. Sometimes skilled hackers lurk in the background for a while. There was a new CEO, new head of HR, a lot fewer administrative positions. I hacked into the staff directory and learned that among the eliminated positions the Administrative Assistant to the CEO had been eliminated. Unusual.

Who had it been? I looked up the picture and saw a beautiful blonde woman dressed in professional attire. "Man, why would anyone not want that babe as an assistant!" I kept looking around and learned the new head of IT was interim-only, some guy named Lester Marshall.

Wait. Wait. I came across that name before, and it hit me, that was the name on the lease for that apartment where I had traced the Bad Rabbit hack! Fuck me! The hacker was now the head of IT, and it's the same guy in the pictures and videos with that buxom blonde in the apartment, in the SUV, in the car, in that office that looked like it might have been at the hospital, even in a hotel room three-some!

And man that guy was a fat fuck! Even looked like a toad! Fuck.

So I compiled all this information together because schemers like that usually don't stop. He'll pop up again. While compiling the videos I noticed another individual in many of them, another pretty good looking fit and trim guy just sitting around watching the fat-fuck work over the blonde. Sometimes he was even jerking off, looking embarrassed or stunned or something like he was catatonic.

There's plenty of places on the dark web I had come across with some pretty nasty shit, stuff you can't unsee and wish you'd have never seen. So viewing fat-fuck with a gorgeous woman and a pervy peeper wasn't that surprising.

Electronically speaking, I buttoned up everything and filed it away.

Anna called me from the living room. "Hey babe, I have a long weekend coming up and was wondering if you'd want to see if we can fly up and visit my parents? Maybe we just get this over with?"

So we did. On the phone her parents seemed happy to have us over and said we'd meet the whole family since it had been so long since Anna had been home. We flew into Chicago and drove down to our hotel reservations in Middleton.

We checked into our hotel, intending to freshen up. But I noticed Anna was tense and troubled with the anticipation of an uncomfortable reunion with her parents. She dredged up unhappy past experiences with her Mom and Dad, their dismissive nature, the negative hits to her self-esteem.

Feeling for my Anna, I thought I needed to distract her, make her feel loved and appreciated. Anna was sitting on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. I sat next to her, my hand on her back, lightly rubbing gentle circles to comfort her.

"What's wrong Anna?" I asked.

"Max, I just want to get this over with. If we could just have them say "hello, nice to meet you, have a nice life" then close the door and we leave... but, I know it's going to be more than that. Much more than that."

I let the silence in the room envelop us for a few moments, knowing she had more to say.

"All they do is criticize me: "You should have done this or that." "Why can't you be more like your sister?" "Why are you always in our way?" "You know you were a late-in-life child!" "Your sister makes us so proud." I grew up with low self-esteem so I drew myself inward and just concentrated on my schooling where I found I could be successful and actually get recognition from others that I was actually pretty good."

"Wow babe," I remarked. "It's amazing how the traumas we both experienced in childhood resulted in so many skills we now have. Anna, you're excellent in your job and abilities, not to mention how kind you are to people, the way you encourage them and look for the good in people. Sometimes I even wonder what you even saw in me, but I'm glad you did and I love you for who you are!"

Anna turned and hugged me and said "Max, you're my biggest fan. I love you and the way you take care of me. I know you'll never leave me and I'm so confident in your loyalty. You know I'll always be loyal to you!"

"I know babe" I responded as I nuzzled her neck with small kisses, wrapping my hand behind her head and turning her face to me where I gently kissed her, holding her head there as the kiss became more intense, our lips parting and tongues beginning to taste each other.

I pulled back slightly, looking into my lover's baby-blue eyes. "I know. Let me make you feel better."

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire. I stood up and grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, revealing my trim chest that I've kept in shape. Anna's eyes widened as she looked at me.

"You're beautiful Max," she whispered.

I smiled and pulled at the button on my jeans. "Not as beautiful as you, Anna."

She blushed, her hands going to her own shirt. She pulled it off, revealing her lacy bra, her breasts heaving slightly with each breath.

I groaned, my cock already hardening. "You're so sexy, Anna. I want to taste every inch of you." I helped her out of her jeans with my hands lingering on her hips, her thighs. I leaned in and began licking her neck. Unclasping her bra, I began licking and sucking on her nipples.

"You taste so good, Anna," I murmured as I pulled down her panties. My fingers found her wet pussy, which made my cock throb even more when I felt the sensation of her wetness. The two fingers I pushed in made her moan and buck her hips.

"Yes, Max, just like that!" she panted.

I moved down her body with my tongue finding her clit, licking and sucking, making her moan and writhe beneath me. Adding a third finger, stretching her, I prepared her for my cock.

Lining up my manhood I pushed inside her slowly, making her moan and arch her back. Oh how I groaned as I felt her tightness, her heat. It seemed like my body took over. It started to move with gentle thrusts sliding in and out of her pussy.

"You feel so good babe, so tight, so wet" I managed to gasp between breaths.

Anna moaned, her hands gripping my back. "Yes, Max, Harder. Faster!"

She wrapped her gorgeous legs around me and I felt a kick on my butt, like a cowboy motivating his horse to a faster gallop. I picked up the pace with my thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Leaning down I kissed her passionately as I continued humping, pumping, thrusting, pounding. Our bodies and minds moved in synchronicity, a complete and mutual connection.

She was close, I could feel her body tensing, her moans becoming louder, more urgent. Her face and chest began to flush, she was almost there. I reached down to find her clit, lightly rubbing it in time with my thrusts.

She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit. I thrust into her a few more times, my orgasm ripping through me with my body tensing as I felt myself emptying into my woman.

We laid there on each other, our sweat mingling and sticking our skins together as we relaxed, as we caught our breath. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.

"Feel better?" I asked with a soft voice.

Anna nodded, her eyes closed, a smile on her face. "Much better, Max. Thank you."

"Babe, let me take the lead in our visit with your parents. Let me protect you, I grew up learning how to handle confrontation. If they're as dismissive as you say, just let me handle it. When it's all over we don't need to see them much if at all in the future. And by then, we'll be so successful as a couple, our own family, our careers, that it will be undeniable to them."

"Oh thank you Max. If you can just do that for me I'd feel so much more comfortable with this."