For weeks, Abby couldn't get cock off her mind. The brain space that was once dominated by ambition and laser-like focus on academic perfection was now under the slow siege of awareness that every boy in every class, every male teacher, even the old, ugly janitor had a dick in his pants. Curiosity consumed her. Who was uncircumcised? Who had a tiny penis? A fat one? A skinny one? What did they all smell and taste like? Most enticingly--was anyone as big as Dan?
The latter seemed impossible. But she did notice that Mr. Jefferson, the boys' basketball coach, seemed to be packing a bulge that matched his height and huge hands and feet. With or without such corroborating evidence, she couldn't stop herself from imagining what it would be like to get on her hands and knees and suck his ostensibly huge cock, to inhale that masculine odor with her nose buried in his pubic hair, his throbbing tip penetrating her throat. She had to masturbate at every given opportunity just to clear these fantasies from her mind.
But one fantasy dominated them all, of course: to be alone with Dan and his exquisite beast of an endowment. Her mental landscape was a kingdom of inferior, smaller-dicked men toiling under the lordship of Emperor Dan, a proudly nude monarch sitting atop his throne with his dinosaur dong dangling down to his feet.
At home, tension had reached new heights. There was no mention of the night that Dan had plastered Abby's face with his cum after catching her peeping. But her mother's well-hung boyfriend had returned to cooking breakfast in his briefs, his thick schlong on thinly-veiled display for the two ladies every morning.
He would linger in Abby's face knowingly after placing the platter of breakfast sausages on the table, hands on his hips, his semi-erect and sex-stinking kielbasa mere inches from her face as he asked her thoughtful questions about school. Abby would try her best to keep her gaze averted while she answered, then gobble up a sausage and rush upstairs to the bathroom to rub one out before leaving for class, tomato-faced and with a thin layer of sweat matting her blonde baby bangs to her forehead.
Since the night Abby watched Dan fuck her into oblivion, Tori had slowly begun to lose her bubbly demeanor. Dan was still warm and loving with both of them in front of Abby, but the glow that once graced her mother every morning was sliding into a daze of resignation. Abby could tell that Dan was getting more demanding with his sexual needs behind closed doors.
While Abby resisted spying on them again, her infernal horniness already difficult enough to manage, she had begun hearing the two of them going at it more often and less discreetly, at odder hours of the day. Once, while brushing her teeth before school, she heard the telltale gags of Dan rapidly throatfucking her mom downstairs at the kitchen table. He was insatiable, to a reckless degree, and a growing part of Abby was enamored with his limitless libido.
When Abby got home one afternoon, her mom and Dan were seated on the couch. As Abby was now accustomed to seeing, her mom's mascara was smeared and her eyes teary, but for once, Dan's immense sausage was tucked away in his jeans. They were both fully clothed and Tori looked happier than she had in weeks.
Tori squealed when Abby stepped into the living room. She lifted up her hand and bit her lip, flashing a gorgeous diamond ring on her finger.
"Surprise!" said Tori. She squealed again and Dan smiled wide.
"Oh wow," said Abby.
"I said 'yes,'" said Tori. "Of course." She squeezed Dan's thigh and bounced up and down excitedly, her heavy cleavage jiggling with excitement.
"Come have a seat, Abby," said Dan. He patted the empty seat on the couch to his left and smiled warmly. Abby walked over and sat next to him, setting her book bag on the floor.
"Now, as excited as I am to be your mother's husband..."
Tori squealed again and quickly covered her mouth. She patted Dan's thigh for him to continue.
"I recognize it's a big change for all of us. I know you're already used to me being around, but... I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know there's no replacing your father. Tori has told me a lot about him and how close you two were, and I want to respect the fact that he'll always be your dad."
Abby felt a pang in her chest, one she hadn't felt in quite a while.
"Thanks," she said.
"Of course, kiddo."
Abby blushed and looked down at her lap. Her mom reached over and grabbed her hand.
"So," said Tori. "We had an idea."
Dan and Tori looked at each other, grinning. Tori got up and walked over to the hall closet. Dan kept his eyes on her enormous backside as she bent over to pick up a cardboard box, arching her back and wiggling her butt. Dan turned to Abby and placed his big hand on her thigh.
"This should be fun," he said and winked.
Abby felt a jolt of electricity between her thighs. Dan had never touched her there before. Even though he'd just caked her face with his cum the night before, this felt like a new line being crossed.
"Okay," said Tori. She bit her lower lip and smiled, then walked back and placed the box in Abby's lap. On its lid, in her late father's elegant Sharpie handwriting, were the words "Royal Family." Abby's jaw dropped and she looked up at her mother.
"Mom..."
"Open it up, honey!"
Abby slowly opened the box to find exactly what she'd suspected. One by one, she pulled out three costumes: a king's red robe, black tights and a golden crown; a queen's lavender gown and a silver crown; and a fairy princess costume, comprised of a tiny pink dress with a ruffled skirt, fairy wings, a wand and a plastic-gemstoned tiara, all covered in glitter.
"Why do you still have this?" said Abby. Her brow furrowed and she stared at the little tiara in her hands.
"Daddy and I -- oops, sorry, Dan and I..." Tori blushed and gleefully covered her mouth. Abby felt her heart sink into her stomach.
"I asked your mother if she had any ideas on how we could, you know, connect as a family," said Dan.
"Oh," said Tori. Her eyes welled with tears.
"Is that okay to say, hon'?" said Dan.
Tori nodded, smiling.
"She told me you two and your dad had this game you used to play, and I figured, why couldn't we all play together?"
Abby looked up at her mom.
"I haven't worn this outfit since I was ten," she said. "Are you guys serious? There's no way I'll be able to fit into this thing."
"I don't think anybody's gonna fit into their costume," said Tori. She giggled and looked at Dan.
"If you don't want to, I understand," said Dan. For the first time since Abby had met him, he looked mildly embarrassed. "I thought we could maybe all have a laugh together. I don't know."
"I mean, it's not really a game," said Abby. "We would dress up together and play pretend, because I was a little kid and wanted to be a princess. I don't know, this just seems kind of messed up."
Dan looked down at his big hands. "I'm sorry," he said. "You're right."
