Considering the bacchanalia his apartment had become recently, Jerry should not have been surprised when he answered the door to find his brother Rob, steaming with anger. He was holding their cousin Vanessa by the wrist, and dragged her with him into the room.
"What the actual fuck?" Rob roared.
"First my wife, then my daughter, now my mistress?" Vanessa's hair was tangled as if she'd just gotten out of bed, and Jerry realized she was wearing one of his shirts, obviously miss-buttoned. Rob yanked Vanessa close to him, taking a deep breath. "You have a very distinctive after shave, Jerry."
Jerry stayed calm. "They're all adults, Robert. All free to make their own decisions."
"I don't blame them, mother fucker. I blame you! For betraying your brother, for lying, for making them lie. I blame you, and it's you who will be punished." Rob pulled a gun.
Vanessa gasped. "I didn't know he had that."
Jerry was taller than Rob and probably stronger, but the gun made all the difference.
"What are you going to do?"
"I want you to strip."
"What?"
"Take your clothes off. Every stitch. Or so help me," he aimed the pistol at Jerry's head.
Jerry complied. Very soon his clothes were strewn around. He forced himself to stand up straight. "Now what?"
Rob looked at his brother's limp penis. He chuckled as he turned his head to Vanessa. "You lied, bitch. You said he was bigger than me."
"Rob, you're waving a gun in his face. What do you expect?"
Rob seemed to think for a minute before looking up from his brother's dick to his face. "Stroke it."
"Rob, look..."
"I said stroke your pitiful dick."
Jerry wrapped his fingers around the shaft and started rubbing it slowly. "What's the matter, Rob? Was my limp penis not part of how you saw this going? Did you think I was hard all the time?" He started to stroke it in time with his accusations. "Or did you expect to find me with yet another woman bent over as I shoved my big. Hard. Cock. Into her cunt. Like I did with your wife. And your daughter. And your very sexy mistress, I mean cousin. Who would I fuck next, Rob? Maybe our mother? Imagine that sweet, gray-haired church lady with her withered tits hanging down as she sucked my dick right where you're standing now."
Both Rob and Vanessa were watching the hand on his dick. Vanessa sighed, "Oh my."
Jerry looked down and noticed that, in spite of himself, his dick was growing longer and thicker with each stroke.
"That's better," Rob said. "That's what I wanted."
"What you wanted? You want my dick, Rob?"
"I don't want your soiled dick." He quickly undid his pants with one hand, letting them drop to the floor. With no underwear, his cock arched up, hard and proud, already dripping pre-cum. "I want you to soil mine. On your knees, mother fucker!"
Again, the gun was the strongest argument. Once Jerry was on the floor, Rob stepped closer, waving his large cock, matching the movement of the gun. "Suck my dick, little brother."
Vanessa grabbed his arm, "Rob, please."
"Shut up!" Rob shoved Vanessa back on her ass.
"That will be enough of that!" Margaret shouted as she rushed through the door and planted herself between her husband and Vanessa.
"Uncle Jerry!" Rachel ran to crouch beside him.
"What are you doing here?"
Vanessa was standing up, "I texted them."
Rachel nodded. "She said Dad had gone crazy and was going to kill you."
"I'm not going to kill him. Not yet." He pointed the gun at his daughter, then his wife when she ran to interfere. "Both of you, back away, or I will kill all three of you and still have some fun with 'Uncle Jerry.' NOW MOVE!"
Jerry looked from one to the other of them. "It's not worth it, darlings. Don't get yourselves hurt on my account."
Meg and Rachel slowly stepped back, joining Vanessa.
Rob swung the gun back into Jerry's face. "Now, you. Suck!"
