Characters are of legal age (over 18) when participating in sex and all names are purely coincidental and the events are entirely fictional. This is my first erotic story so please let me know what I can improve on!
Every cloud has a silver lining. There was one this time anyway.
My dad's a hard working man, trying his best to provide for us. Providing us with a nice house and food in the cupboards is his life's goal. My mom does nothing, but slag herself about and pays little attention to us kids. I'm Gary, and I do my best to keep out of my mom's way. My younger brother Chris does the same, and my younger sister Sophie just tries to keep herself out of the picture altogether.
This is where my story started. My mom was always a bit of a whore. We never did understand at first. When dad was working one of his three jobs and we were off school, strange men used to come round and go with mom upstairs.
The first time it happened, Dad was on a night security job and mom wanted to go out for a drink with some friends. So a guy she slept with a lot offered to 'babysit' us. I don't remember much but I know he did some very illegal things and told me that I'd best 'shut my damn mouth'.
I don't know what happened. Maybe dad got suspicious, but for a few years everything had gone quiet. Mom started trying to be a normal mom, although she had taken to the bottle. She had gotten a job at a nearby laundrette so her work hours weren't huge, just enough to allow dad to save money for when we got older. But mom's drinking got worse and she got fired from her job, so dad had to go back to working like mad again; meaning we saw him less.
I loved my dad. He had mousey blond hair, a very angular face and he was always smiling when us kids were about. I can't remember a bad thing he ever did while we were kids. Mom on the other hand had dark hair to her shoulders and looked pretty nondescript. There must have been something I didn't see though, because guys could ask for a fuck and she'd hardly ever say no. But she always had a knack for picking the bastards of society.
I'd been tempted to tell dad a few times about what was going on. But between me and my siblings we decided that it was best to say nothing. We'd rather have dad here, with us as a family, then for him to be living on his own somewhere and paying mom to look after us. Thinking back that was one shit idea.
Years later one afternoon, when I had walked back home from college Mom came bounding up to me.
"Hey, I've got a friend coming round later. Remember that nice man who delivered that parcel last week? Well I bumped into him in town and we had a drink and I invited him over. So be good okay?" She smiles and then walks off upstairs.
She was never this nice. Things started going back to how they used to be. The delivery guys name turned out to be Will and he came round at least one or twice a week to have 'private conversations' with mom. I knew what they were doing. I was old enough to understand now. But what I couldn't understand was how she could bring guys over and fuck them in the same bed that she went to sleep with dad in. I hated her so much. And then it got worse. Lying in bed one night I knew that mom had been drinking bottles of wine with Will and was pretty drunk, so I figured that Will must have got bored and gone home. Wrong. I heard my door handle creaking and opening my eyes the tiniest bit I saw a strip of light come into my room from the hall. Will's shadowed face filled the gap and he stopped to check if I was asleep. He slipped through the door and found a chair by my desk and quietly forced it under the door handle. Sitting gently on the edge of my bed, he began to stroke my hair with the back of his hand.
"So beautiful." He whispers.
I'm 5'11, skinny but with enough meat on my bones to give one hell of a fight, tanned, with dark hair like my mom and exceptionally green eyes that all the girls at college can't help but stare into.
"Gorgeous." He whispers, saying it more to himself than me. I open my eyes slowly so not to make him do anything rash.
"Oh hey sleepy head, did I wake you? Well, I don't want to hurt you; I just want to do something. As soon as I've done, I'll go back downstairs and we don't have to talk for a bit or tell anyone ok?"
I'm not stupid. Even though I'm tall, Will towers above me. He's got shaggy brown hair, grey eyes and he's built like the side of a house. He must go to the gym a lot because most guys round here don't have biceps that big. I'll do as I'm told.
"All I want you to do is lie on your right side, facing away from me. You don't even have to see what I'm doing yeah?" He says in a very quiet, friendly voice.
I don't want to see what he'd doing. This is all too familiar and I try and hold back my tears and roll over so I'm lying on my side facing the far wall with my back to Will. He runs his hand up the sheets from the middle of my back and slowly pulls the cover so it halfway down the back of my legs. I shiver as the cold air gets into my pyjamas. Will puts his hand on my arm and sighs.
Nothing happens for a minute then he takes his hand off me and I feel him shift on the bed. I can hear him unbuttoning his jeans that he's wearing and he pulls down the zip. I gulp hard and can't help the tears roll down my face and make the pillow wet. He delicately places his hand on my hip, tugs at my pyjama trousers and arranges them so just my ass cheeks are on show. Massaging my buttock he lets out a little groan and I can hear him starting to stroke himself. He keeps squeezing and massaging my ass and runs the flat of his hand up and down the length of my crack a few times and slips his middle finger in, so that it's rubbing more intimately up and down. I grip onto the pillow and try my best not to sob.
I'd tried to tell mom about what these guys she was bringing home were doing before, but she just flipped, said that we were making it up to make her feel bad, and that we were dirty little liars who wanted to spoil her fun.
Will's breath was getting louder and I could hear him jerking off faster. He pressed his middle finger to my asshole and he grunted and came. He sat there panting for a bit before getting up, moving the chair back to its original place and leaving me back on my own.
Will started doing this a lot. He'd come round when dad had gone on his nightshift and get mom drunk. Then he'd come upstairs and masturbate over the sight on my naked body. He'd even gone into Chris' room a few times but he avoided Sophie altogether. Once he came upstairs quite drunk and made me watch him jerk off. He was probably a good seven inches. The head was purple, angry and a fat blue vein ran down the length of his shaft as he pumped it furiously in his hand before exploding. The white residue ran down over his knuckles, over his hairy balls and collected in a pool in his boxers. I watched transfixed and he started at my naked chest and washboard abs. I'd played with my own dick but I'd never watched anyone else do it to themselves before. Not in front of me, not in real life. To be honest, it made me jump when he came. He sat there, his eyes red and the reek of stale beer coming from his breath. After staring into my face for what seemed like forever he shoved his dick back in his pants and left. I couldn't believe what I had seen. I'd pretty much blocked all the other bad experiences out of my mind or I had been too young to remember them.
The next day I made sure there was nobody around and went on the internet in the study. I wanted porn. The sight of that fat cock yesterday had me in awe. I sat watching people fuck for what seemed like hours. My dick was pretty hard and it was throbbing furiously. I was close to pulling it out of my jeans and beating off but Sophie came into the study wanting to do some research for school. I quickly shut down all the pages before she saw anything and ran out of the room before she got suspicious or caught a glimpse of my raging erection tenting in my jeans. For the next couple of days I couldn't get two minutes peace and the thought of all those stiff cocks pumping into tight holes was too much to cope with. I was so fucking horny.
After 4 days Will had come back around and he and mom were downstairs getting drunk again and watching bad movies. Sophie, Chris and I had all gone up to bed early again so we could get out the way. It was getting on for half past ten and I heard footsteps coming upstairs. Here we go again. But wait, this time he'd gone into Chris room. I could hear hushed voices then a door clicked. I lay in bed trying to block out any noise, but there wasn't any. My door silently flew open and it made me almost jump out of my skin. Chris quickly came inside and shut the door, his face streaked with tears.
"I can't take it anymore, Gary. Will came in, blind drunk. He said he's going to do things to me and he said I'd better stay in bed while he goes to the bathroom. Help me; I don't want to do this any longer." Chris says sobbing his heart out.
That's the last straw. I jump out of bed, grab one side of the chest of drawers and motion for Chris to grab the other. We jam it firmly behind the door just as Will comes out of the bathroom. I back away from the door and Chris hides behind me in the dark. I'm wearing only my pyjama bottoms and Chris is just in his briefs. He gips onto my bare shoulders and I can feel him shaking. My door handle turns but the weight of the dresser prevents the door from opening.
"Open the door, Gary." Will says quietly from the other side.
"No." I hiss through gritted teeth. This shit was stopping tonight.
