Toxic Family the Consequences

This is the follow-up to "Toxic Family? No Attraction" that many requested. New readers might want to go back and read that first. This is lengthy and complete, so hopefully no one will request anything more. It is also very BTB at the end, but has a good amount of NC, GG, and some ff.

This story picks up right after the prior story, except for a brief background snippet.

Like "Toxic Family," this is a completely different direction than that exceptional series, "Toxic Attraction," written by Don Silver. Be advised that

nothing

in this story foreshadows anything in future chapters of Toxic Attraction. This is a completely different story line.

One comment in my prior story said "This side-story could be considered a 'fork' of the original tale with a big difference: this one is made for the BTB fans, while the original has been built for the cheating-cuck fans." Let's hope you readers will agree.

Thanks goes to Azrael for helping develop the plot, and RoleplayLiterate for her review and suggestions. Most importantly, thanks to Don Silver for permission to write and post this story.

A few notes to head off some complaining: Trader Vic's is no longer in the Palmer House Hilton, I know. But it should be. I put it back there. Also, you can't see the lakefront from the Omni, so please humor me.

The boy just came home from his first day in middle school to see a yellow notice stapled to the singlewide's door. "Eviction Notice." He'd seen enough of these over his brief life.

Hungry as any teen is after school, he opened the door and went inside only to find his mother's legs up in the air with her back on the kitchen table and the fat greasy landlord huffing and puffing while plowing away on his Mom.

Feeling the fresh air on his bare ass, the gap-tooth landlord pulled out and spun around and yelled "get the fuck outta her kid!" and shoved him out the door, the boy landing in the dirt in a cloud of dust. The boy leaned up on his elbows and could hear some slaps or spankings as the landlord got back to business.

Dejected, the boy got up to wander the aged trailer park of low-income white trash people, dumped on by society, seen as unworthy, lazy, people hogging government benefits while so-called "responsible" people earned a living. They had no idea the limited opportunities some people had based on their health issues, race, or even economic status they were born into.

Not quite an orphan, the boy never knew his father. His mother? Well, not exactly absent but certainly indifferent. She did what she could to provide a minimum existence.

He came to detest people who took advantage of others.

"Hey kid, c'mere!" The boy heard himself summoned by Stoney, that is, George "Stoney" Stonewood, a biker gang leader who lived a few trailers down the dusty dirt road. The park gossip was that he had a lot of money though it didn't look like it. He had a long carport extension the length of his trailer under which he had a fire pit and a set of weights.

While he looked intimidating with the buzz cut, beard, wife-beater tank top, jeans, and biker harness boots, he'd always been friendly with the disadvantaged boy. Perhaps it was because his son, Wade, was the same age in the same school.

"Your Ma earning some money again Max?"

"No Stoney, she's paying the rent."

"If you're hungry go inside and make a sandwich. Wade's in there too. Maybe come out when you're done and talk with me, ok?"

Wade and Max made a couple PB&J sandwiches and drank some milk and watched a half-hour of the Power Rangers. They both loved the Pink Power Ranger, Amy Jo Johnson. It was just another thing that two poor disadvantaged and underprivileged white boys through no fault of their own had bonded over in the early years of their life.

"That looked like a hard landing Max," Stoney asked as he curled with a 50 pound dumbbell.

"I'm ok. Thanks for the sandwich." the kid mumbled.

"Sit down Max, I want you to understand something that may help you in life. I know you and Wade get picked on in school. The rich kids look down on you, push you around. Listen, you must establish boundaries, let people know you require respect. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Over the next few years Max learned many lessons from Stoney.

* * * *

Mr. Cooper slammed the door behind his youngest daughter and her boyfriend and turned around with a withering glare at his oldest daughter and her husband. They averted their eyes and quickly said "we should get the girls home and to bed," and went about gathering up the little blonde girls.

When Sarah and Dan and their girls quietly left, Mrs. Cooper quickly glanced at her husband then scurried into the kitchen to begin cleaning up the unfinished dinner.

"Stop right now and get your ass over here," he said with a seething voice. Mrs. Cooper sheepishly turned, looked at her husband, then poured a full glass of wine and sat down.

"What the fuck do you know about all that shit?"

"Honey, I'm not sure what you're referring to" she responded, attempting to take a large swallow of her wine.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. From what that kid was implying it sounded like he was talking about you 30 years ago! Are you and Sarah into something I don't know about?"

"No. At least I'm not. Not since what happened back then." She got up and went to the bedroom and cried over her thoughts.

"Are my girls like me? The way I raised them, did I lead them down the path I trod, the path I beat into the ground when in college and early on in my marriage? I'm so fortunate my husband forgave me, but Sarah, what is she doing? Is she going to ruin her marriage and family?"

* * * *

After dropping the girls off at school on Monday, on her drive to the hospital Sarah's mind drifted to the terrible weekend she spent at her parents house, then with her husband the rest of the weekend.

Not only did it seem her sister's husband knew everything Sarah had been doing, but he wasn't afraid to take on Dan, herself, or even her father. And when she tried to confront him on the phone she realized she was beaten.

Dan argued with her all day Sunday about her relationship with her boss and all her extra-curricular activities. She tried to turn it around on him saying he pushed her into it, but that was a weak argument given how rogue she had gone since those first few months of naughty excitement they shared together with his roommate.

Now they seemed trapped. What Max had said about nodes in a network, the number of variables increasing, was prescient. The risks were now huge in many areas, financially, reputationally, and with the family. It seemed things were spinning out of control.

The anxiety followed Sarah into work. Rather than going into her own office she marched right into her boss's office and plopped down in such a manner as to alarm her portly boss. He put his bag of Cheetos back in the drawer and leaned forward with interest.

Sarah summarized the dinner conversation and her phone conversation with Max. Her boss's forehead showed beads of sweat, and she thought she saw a nervous twitch in his stubby fat fingers.

As he leaned back in his chair he laid his head back with a deep sigh. All his future plans were at risk, not to mention everything he had done to get to this point. Who was this guy? How did he know these things? What a coincidence that he was dating Sarah's sister, or was it really a coincidence?

"Sarah, where do they live? What is his occupation? Tell me everything about your sister? Where does she work?" He was intent on gathering as much intel as he could.

"Here's the bottom line, girlfriend. I don't care if he told you to leave them alone because they're not gonna tell anyone. He's a risk. Maybe even your sister too. But we can't let anyone have anything over us, so either we kill them or we get enough on them so that it's mutually assured destruction if any of this gets out."

As she looked at her hideous Chicago boyfriend, it seemed Sarah's mind was a little clearer at what she had degraded herself for - as erotic as it had been. "How did I get myself into this situation?" she wondered.

"You know you're not going to kill anyone. You'll have to come up with a plan to keep them from talking, so do your research and come up with something. You put us in this position, so you figure it out."

Her words cut him, the way she accused him of putting them in this situation. Certainly it was true, his scheming led to this but she was a more than willing partner. He had a feeling his physical desires wouldn't be satisfied for this day, at least.

* * * *

Max turned around and looked at Anna with a wide smile. "She hung up on me!"

Anna walked up to Max and they hugged and held each other. "I think it's over now. We can live in peace, just you and me, together forever."

The thing about a trusting and loving relationship is the harmony, the lack of threats, the healthy communication, the confidence and trust in your partner with your vulnerability, fears, desires and needs. Two separate people behave almost like one person, merging and blending together.

It's a beautiful thing.

After the short flight home they unpacked and Max said, "Put on your LBD babe and some jewelry and let me take you out for a nice dinner."

After dinner at the upscale Palm restaurant off Dupont Circle, Anna was a little startled upon noticing a waiter at the ready with a bottle of champagne and the maitre d' with a GoPro recording their table. When she looked back at Max he was on one knee in front of her chair with a ring box opened to a beautiful 3 carat diamond and a wide and expectant smile on his face.

Through watery eyes she was able to say, "Of course Max, yes, of course!"

As one only expects to get married once, they decided to go all out with a honeymoon to Crete, Greece after they were married in a simple and small ceremony in front of a judge.

With perfect weather in the small town of Kerames, they enjoyed the access to several unique beaches. Triopetra Beach is known for its imposing rocks and clear waters, Agios Pavlos Beach is nestled between a pine forest and the Mediterranean with silver-grey sand, Skinaria beach is popular for snorkeling due to its clear waters.

The couple felt completely free of any pressures and entanglements from family, work, or home, being on the other side of the world amid a small number of people. Wearing beach attire most of the time, both Max and Anna found themselves wearing less and less clothing, both even going commando, and Anna braless.

Max loved Anna's look under the flowy cotton button-up shirt over her jean shorts, with her wonderful breasts slightly visible through the material and moving freely and unbound. As conservative as Anna had been, she truly enjoyed the freedom of her breasts jiggling naturally, her long tanned legs and flip-flops feeling the breeze, and even at times the breeze making its way up her shorts to cool her cooch.

The one beach they had not yet visited was Preveli Beach, perhaps the most famous of Crete's beaches. One morning after breakfast they decided to go for a drive along a winding road that took them west through the countryside. Small side-roads would occasionally branch off, and the adventurous couple decided to take a left on a road that was more like a trail lined by palm trees.

It eventually ran alongside a gorge with a river at the bottom, heading south toward the Mediterranean, and when it opened up at a cliff they discovered they were at Preveli Beach.

The beach itself is a small crescent flanked by cliffs with the lush green of the gorge behind. The shallow river leaves the gorge and runs across the beach into the sea. While a famous beach, it's relatively small and well sheltered from the wind and waves.

The couple parked the car and looked down from the cliffs at the beautiful sight, looked at each other and smiled, and went back to the car for a blanket and a few water bottles and sunscreen. Searching around, they looked up at each other at the same time realizing they had not worn any swimwear, nor brought any along with them on their leisurely drive!

"We're already here, so why not get an hour or so of sun Max," suggested Anna.

As they were walking down the path closer to the beach a few sunbathers were walking back up, the women topless. It didn't seem unusual because topless sunbathing was fine almost everywhere in Crete. Anna always nudged Max when he would stare a little too long, then Max would grab Anna and blow kisses on her neck until she protested with a smile.

But when they got to the waterfront they realized the beach was mixed with clothed, topless, and fully nude people! After the initial shock, they tried to act nonplussed and found a spot for their blanket and towels. After about 10 minutes, Anna wore a questioning look at Max, sat up and removed her top.

"Trying to lose those tan lines babe?" he teased? She nudged him in the ribs and said "you can lose your tan lines as well dude!" By teasing her husband she was trying to play off the sensuous feeling affecting her as she was now topless.

"I'm already shirtless." Max deadpanned.

"Now what tanlines do you think I'm referring to Max? Like really, what guys have tan lines on their chest?"

"Are you challenging me, Anna? Here on the nude beach?" He hoped she wasn't and that his conservative wife would back down.

She looked at her handsome husband, his wide shoulders narrowing into the V that pointed to parts of his body she knew belonged only to her. Staring at him through her sunglasses for a minute, she smiled, hunched up her butt and slid off her shorts and tossed them at Max.

Shocked and surprised, his mouth hung open at what he saw, his beautiful wife completely naked in front of people. He thought he also saw something glistening in the sun between her legs. Could she be...?? He wondered.

Nervous but turned on, he unzipped his shorts and pulled them off, and when he layed back down he heard Anna gasping then chuckling. Max had a hard-on.

He looked around and evidently either everyone here was used to nudity, or perhaps even cocks elongating in public. Anna lay on her side against her husband and began playing with Max's cock, slowly lightly circling its head. Moving her finger to the frenulum she circled it and then pinched it!

"Anna, I can't believe you! What's happened to you? Ugh, that feels so good! I don't believe you're jacking me off in public! Are you getting used to being naked in public? What happened to your inhibitions?"

"Guys are so easy Max. I have full control over you now, don't I?" She looked around and it seemed the beach wasn't very full and no one was that close to them. She leaned over and took him in her mouth, sticking her tongue against the sensitive underside of the head.

She felt the reverberation of Max's groaning and knew she was doing a good job, which aroused her. She felt a hand on top of her head helping her go down on the stiff object. It was getting close, though it hadn't seemed like it had taken very long.

"Unnnggh" Max groaned as his head tilted back as his cock swelled and exploded in Anna's mouth. She savored the taste for a moment, then swallowed as she looked up at her husband, flashing him her tongue to show how she cleaned it.

"Anna, I admit I love this side of you, it must be the sun and remoteness."

"Mayyyybe." she purred. "Or it might be that I'm more like my sister than you thought" she teased. "Those videos you showed me of my sister might have given me a few ideas," she said in a sing-songy voice.

Max didn't know what to think.

"I think we should go for a swim and cool off." Anna got up and led Max by his now flaccid cock into the warm waters of the Mediterranean. The couple frolicked and splashed each other, eventually kissing and hugging. Anna wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, smashed her tits against his chest, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

It was easy for Max to hold her up given the water's buoyancy, but with the kissing and tits and their tongue dance, Max got another hard on. With a little adjustment he was able to get inside his wife's pussy for a nice, long, slow fuck session in the warm water, out in the sun, in a foreign country, away from everyone they know, in public.

* * * *

Coming back from a honeymoon with a deep tan and relaxed smile attracted many words of congratulations and questions about the wedding and honeymoon. Plenty of pictures were shared and thank-you's said to co-workers.

As an actuary and economist, Anna's research assignments often involved a tremendous amount of data gathering, some of it from public sources and the government, and at other times it would involve designing a research study their organization would execute.

During the time she was away there were several significant adjustments in staff. In Washington D.C. every time there is a change in government administration there is a similar change in staffing for organizations who try to curry favor with the latest and greatest.

The Think Tank where she worked brought in a number of new high-level directors who had their own agenda, and with those egos determined they knew better than everyone else.

Given her five years of published research and outstanding work record Anna was hoping to move up in the organization and was disappointed to learn she'd remain at her same level.

Further, she was now assigned to work with people who had been in other fields of research than economics and she was concerned they might not look at issues properly. One seemingly unworthy individual was a chubby, unattractive guy who was unnecessarily bold but at the same time seemed to have enough charisma that people wouldn't overreact.

She went to her new egocentric female boss and tried to explain the issues with some of the new people, but was told to "suck it up and be a team player."

Now remember that Anna had been a bookworm growing up and in school, not really a socialite, so she had developed an independent attitude and could have an acerbic sense of humor. The timing could not have been worse, given how she had been either skipped over or ignored for a promotion and more money, even when she had brought in a lot of government contracts and had developed a very favorable reputation through her published research.

"Team player? Listen, you're new here. I know you're not stupid, you just think poorly."

The boss' face turned red at the insult. "I don't appreciate you arguing with me"

Anna smiled and retorted, "I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right."

Her newly appointed boss stood up behind her desk, leaned forward with her arms on the desk and barked "You need to work on your people skills!"

"I'd have better people skills if I worked with better people."

The arrogant director rolled her eyes at that last passive-aggressive statement, only for Anna to say "Maybe you'll discover a brain back there if you keep rolling your eyeballs." Anna was beyond pissed.

The female director was not used to being challenged like this, but knew Anna was a top researcher and published quite a few well-received studies, but also had skillfully developed valuable contacts that had brought the firm numerous consulting contracts. But as it sometimes goes between competent females, there was jealousy, and this director was going to take Anna down.

"Look, obviously you don't like the new direction here, I understand that. But you've got to examine the motivation I'm trying to instill in everyone to move in the firm's new direction."

"Well, your new "motivational program" sounds great. Just don't motivate me to leave!"

Not used to getting threatened and fed up with Anna's blowback, the director tried to forcefully bring Sarah under her thumb: "Look girlie, we're building a team for the future. We don't look at your past but what you're doing now, so Anna I'd advise you get with the program and get with the team. Be a team player."