﻿Manners Maketh Man

by Pan



Published: 2019-03-16
Updated: 2022-04-09
Packaged: 2024-02-16 22:39:10
Chapters: 12
Words: 28,079
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/MannersMakethMan/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: Mark learns the power of good manners.
Erotica Tags: in, mc, mm





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12



	Chapter 1

When I first got my powers, I’m pretty sure I was a good person.

Don’t get me wrong, I still took advantage of people. But I used to justify it to myself—“Yes, I’m fucking a flight attendant, but I just prevented that dictator from eradicating a village.” What’s two hours of a stewardess’s time, compared to hundreds of lives?

Nowadays…well, I still fuck my fair share of flight attendants. But I don’t even bother justifying it any more.

If I want it, I take it.

That’s the thing about human nature—you suppress one dictator’s urges, a dozen more pop up in their place. Who can even say if I made a difference? Maybe the two dozen I stopped would ultimately have been _better_ for humanity than the hundreds who followed.

There are infinite people on the planet. More than I’ll ever encounter, anyway—even with my infinite lifespan. I used to find that frustrating; like a treadmill I could never leave, trying to improve the world, never able to make a substantive difference.

Nowadays, I enjoy it. The world is my toy box, and I have an infinite supply of playthings.

* * *

It was mid-afternoon when I visited the Vaughns. A quick scan told me everything I needed to know—mother, father, three children. The perfect nuclear family.

Colin was the father, and the bread-winner of the family. He’d just gotten home from the gym; Colin wasn’t a large man, but he was dripping with sweat. His shirt told me that he engaged in “Crossfit”, whatever that was; I’d heard the term a few times, but never bothered to look into it any further. When you’ve been around as long as I have, the coming and going of fads is easy enough to ignore.

He had two sons and a daughter. The daughter was off with his wife; some kind of interstate tournament. That just left him, me, and two teenaged boys for the weekend.

Perfect.

I walked into the living-room; the look of confusion on his face quickly replaced by familiarity. I had decided to write myself into their minds as a distant relative, an uncle or a second cousin. Someone that the entire family trusted, which is why they’d brought me in to deal with the problem they were having:

Manners.

“Thanks so much for coming by,” Colin said, reaching out his hand. I drew him into a hug; he stiffened slightly at the male-on-male contact and ended the embrace as quickly as he possibly could. I briefly wondered if his reticence was because of his sweat, or if there was a layer of homophobia lurking under the surface.

By the end of the weekend, any issues Colin had with homosexuality would be well and truly gone.

“It’s my pleasure,” I said with a smile. “Where is he?”

“Upstairs,” Colin said, his awkwardness replaced by parental concern. “I…”

He hesitated, continuing only after a slight push.

“I’m just embarrassed, I guess. It feels like we’ve failed our sons, you know?”

_Not yet, Colin._ I thought with glee. _Not yet._

Colin’s oldest, Mark, was upstairs. His brother Michael was out at football practice; this was one of the most athletic families I’d ever encountered. Mark was alone, probably lifting weights or getting ready for a marathon. Maybe applying for the Olympics.

One nudge later, Mark was bounding down the stairs, smiling as he saw me.

“Heya uncle,” he said, and I stifled a laugh at how closely his awkward reaction to my hug mirrored his father’s. After releasing him from the embrace, I gestured for him to sit down.

He obeyed without hesitation.

“Mark,” I said solemnly, “I think you know why I’m here.”

Shame crossed his face as his memories were quickly rewritten.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I know.”

Colin took a seat beside him, and the pair of them turned to me, willingly waiting for whatever solutions I could suggest.

“It’s very serious,” I said, leaning on my cane. “You’re just lucky your father reached out to me when he did.”

“Of course,” Mark said, unable to make eye contact.

I sighed.

“What do we say?”

Another nudge, and Mark’s attitude changed. Gone was the contrite look, replaced by a roll of the eyes.

“Mark!”

The teen boy turned to stare defiantly at his father.

“ _What_?”

Colin turned to me, a look of despair on his face.

“Do you see what I’m talking about? I just…I just don’t know what to do.”

“Well,” I said, “fortunately, this is an area I have some experience with.”

I paused for a second, reveling in the array of possibilities in front of me. In some ways, this was the sweetest part of the conquest. Right now, for the last time in their lives, this family man and his respectable teenage son were good people. Not perfect, but moral. Pure.

For the last time.

I quickly decided on the path I was going to take, and started rewriting the pair of them as I spoke.

“Mark, this is starting to get out of hand. You’re a young man living in a fine part of the country. You need to understand: manners matter.”

“Screw you.”

I couldn’t help but grin. The kid was so clean-cut; even after being rewritten to behave badly, he couldn’t bring himself to say ‘fuck’.

“I’m so sorry,” Colin started, but I held up a hand to silence him.

“Mark, this is your last chance. Are you going to learn some manners?”

“Screw. You.”

I sighed, and turned to the boy’s father.

“Colin, this is worse than I thought. Your son has a real problem. He doesn’t seem to understand the basics of common courtesy, and has a real attitude problem. I assume you know what this means.”

The confused look on Colin’s face told me that he didn’t. Not that it was really his fault; I hadn’t given him the answer.

“Without a solid foundation of manners, your son will likely never get a job. He could end up on the streets, addicted to drugs. I’ve seen it happen before. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ don’t even seem to be in his vocabulary—at this rate, there’s really no limit to how low he could sink.”

Colin didn’t reply, but the look of horror in his eyes said it all.

“What’s worse, it seems pretty clear to me that this is your fault. You’ve failed him as a parent, as a role model.”

As I was talking, I was rewriting the boy. He was no longer an all-American sports-doer like the rest of them; now, he was a nerd. Lanky, awkward. His muscles shriveled as the words left my mouth, and a slight overbite appeared.

By the time I was done, Mark wouldn’t have been out of place in a show about the geekiest of the geeks.

“That’s why he is the way he is,” I concluded. “Because of _you_.”

“Oh god…”

“Fortunately, there’s a solution.”

“What is it?”

I paused, steepling my fingers, and maintaining eye contact with the concerned father.

“It’s pretty extreme.”

“Anything,” Colin pleaded. I couldn’t deny that I was a little impressed; I hadn’t implanted this level of concern, it was all natural. The man was a good father, it seemed.

Delicious.

“Very well,” I continued, glancing at Mark. He’d been following the conversation with interest, peering at us through his thick glasses. “Your son has to learn manners; the easiest way is to show him what proper manners can accomplish.”

“Waste of time,” Mark scoffed.

“Show him how?”

“Well, show him that by being polite, he can get more done. If your son asks you something politely, you should do it.”

Mark went to interrupt, but instead sat back and continued listening silently. I could tell his interest was piqued.

“You mean…”

Now _I_ was tempted to roll my eyes. Everyone in this family had more muscles than brains, it seemed.

“If your son says please, do as he says. It’s that simple.”

“Oh,” Colin said.

I gave him some time to consider what I was asking, and moved my attention to Mark. Probing his memories, I could see that he was a good kid. No girlfriend, but he wasn’t a virgin. Solid grades, no deviant tendencies that I could detect. Straight, of course.

That would be the first thing to go. It would just be men this weekend; a single mental prod was all it took to reverse Mark’s position on Kinsey scale. Where he’d once liked boobs, he would now be a butt man, now and forever.

Of course, that wouldn’t be enough by itself. Rather than tweak his individual proclivities, I just gave him a single overriding fetish: incest. All of Mark’s memories of cumming over swimsuit issues of Sports Illustrated (or whatever it was that teenagers masturbated to these days) were replaced by fantasies of taking his father, his brother, his various male cousins—I even added myself into the mix.

I changed the kid’s entire sexual history. For as long as he could remember, he’d been masturbating while thinking about his family members. He’d now lost his virginity to a man who reminded him of Colin, and insisted on calling him ‘Daddy’ the entire time. He would regularly sneak into his brother’s room to sniff his jock strap, and even listened to his parents having sex, just to hear his father’s moans of pleasure.

I tied his problem with manners into his fetish—it had become a way of masking his feelings. If he said please, he was worried that it would devolve into him begging his father to take off his pants, begging his brother to let him drop to his knees in front of him, begging them to take him from both angles. He was aware of how inferior he was, compared to his family. He was a scrawny pile of bones, surrounded by muscle-bound hunks.

It turned him on like nothing else.

At his heart, Mark was a good kid. I decided to keep that—maybe because I’m a softie, or maybe because I wanted to see how far an implanted fetish could push a genuinely decent person.

He’d spent the last ten years struggling with a dark secret. Now…he had all the power.

“What do you say, Colin?” I asked, knowing that the answer wouldn’t really matter. He would ultimately do as I commanded; I just find it more fun if they get there by themselves.

“I’m in,” he eventually announced, turning to Mark.

To his credit, the kid managed to mask his reaction. Reaching into his brain, I could tell that he was excited by the possibilities ahead of him. Dubious, of course, but excited.

If he were a smarter kid, maybe Mark would have realized that ‘teaching your son manners’ would typically preclude ‘bobbing up and down his cock’. Hell, if he were much brighter, maybe he would have realized the ramifications of even _trying_ to turn the situation sexual.

But as far as he was concerned, this was something he’d been fantasizing about for ten years, and even with his new nerdy exterior, he was just dumb enough to take advantage of the situation.

“Please,” Colin said, ironically using the word that would soon be controlling him. “Mark. Son. It’s really important that you learn the importance of good manners. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Yeah yeah,” Mark said, his voice high and nasal. “Whatever, Dad.”

“I’m serious. C’mon, kid. Give it a try?”

“ _Whatever_ ,” he said, throwing me a glance.

I bid the pair adieu and told them I’d be back the next day. I didn’t want my presence to influence what was going to happen next.

From their point of view, I departed. In reality, I sat down in a big armchair in the corner, and waited.

I’ve been doing this for almost half a century, and if nothing else, it’s taught me patience. Once upon a time, I would have pushed Mark, eliminated all hesitation, and mentally forced him to cut to the chase.

Patience, however, has its rewards.


	Chapter 2

After I “left”, Mark moved slow. Cautiously. For the first twenty minutes, he didn’t say a word. I could have tapped into his mind to see exactly what he was thinking, but the changes I’d made so far had taken enough mental energy that I decided to rest, and let the story unfold without interference.

Finally, he spoke up, testing the waters.

“Hey Dad,” he said, and Colin glanced over at him. “Can you get me a beer?”

I could tell that a part of Colin was delighted that his dweeby, insolent son was interested in something ‘manly’ like a beer, but…well, like I said. The man was a good parent.

“Of course not,” he responded. “You’re not old enough to…—“

“Please?” Mark interrupted, and Colin smiled.

“Of course!” he said without hesitation. “I would be love to get you a beer.”

I could almost hear the gears ticking inside Mark’s head.

His father returned with the beer.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Colin’s smile spoke volumes.

“I’m going to have a shower,” he said.

“Please don’t.”

Mark bit his lip, and I could tell he wanted to reach out and pull the words back into his mouth. His father, however, replied with a smile.

“You’re right,” he said. “We should probably do more to save water.”

For the next half-hour, neither of them spoke a word. I watched as Mark drank his beer, his blush slowly fading, as Colin sat comfortably on his chair, and the two of them sat in silence.

The silence was broken not by either of the Vaughns, but by the doorbell ringing.

“That’ll be Hanna,” Colin said.

“I’ll get it.”

“Thank you, Mark!”

A quick probe told me that Hanna was their cleaner; she came in for four hours, once a month, and cleaned up. I briefly considered bringing her into the play, but decided against it. Instead, I made two slight tweaks—one to Hanna, to ensure that she wouldn’t be bothered by anything she observed…and one to the Vaughns, to tamper any embarrassment they might feel from having someone else in the room.

I didn’t want them holding back.

When Mark returned, his father had fetched himself a beer as well. The two resumed their silence, sipping their beers, until Mark had built up the courage to try again.

“Please, Dad,” he said, trying to sound casual, “…give me your shirt.”

Colin nodded.

“Of course,” he said. “I’m done with it for today—it stinks.”

Mark completely failed to hide his pleasure as his fit father removed his sweaty shirt, and threw it over to him. He clearly wanted nothing more than to bring it to his face, to inhale the scent of his dear dad, but he managed to hold back.

Hanna entered, completely unperturbed by the sight of her topless employer. Mark and Colin, as commanded, barely seemed to notice the presence of the middle-aged woman, feather duster in hand. 

She had barely managed to begin dusting the room when Mark spoke up again.

“I’d like your pants as well.”

Colin blanched.

“Uh…”

“Please?”

“Of course, son,” Colin answered, not even noticing his own change in attitude. “But I don’t know what you’re going to do with them. They’re not your size.”

He stepped out of his pants, and handed them to his son.

“Mister?”

I couldn’t quite place the maid’s accent. Swedish?

I’d had a lot of fun in Sweden.

“What is it, Hanna?”

“Mister, I need to ask if you can move please, so I can dust the coffee table.”

“Of course, Hanna.”

“Thank you, Mister.”

The Vaughn men lapsed back into silence as Hanna continued dusting. A look of smug satisfaction rested on Mark’s face, and I could see his fingers twitching, as if resisting every urge in his body to sniff the sweaty clothes that his father had been wearing.

The maid left, and the silence continued. Finally, Mark spoke up.

“Please,” he said, letting the word hang in the air for almost half a minute before finishing the thought. “Please, can you come and sit next to me?”

“Sure thing,” Colin replied. “You’re on the more comfortable couch, after all.”

“Please,” Mark said, the moment his father sat down, “Let me smell your armpits.”

“On one condition,” Colin said, closing his eyes and raising his arms. “You have to give both sides equal attention, or I’ll feel off-balance all day.” 

For the next several minutes, Mark was in heaven. His nose travelled all around his father’s torso, sniffing and smelling at the older man’s sweaty pits. Several times, Colin rearranged his torso to give his son easier access.

I could faintly detect the scent even from across the room; Mark must have been positively swimming in it. His cock was visibly straining through his pants; I could see his father shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he noticed. He was obeying his son’s requests, but the outcome was clearly making him uncomfortable.

Dipping into Colin’s mind, I could see that he was realizing a few things about his son for the first time. Because, of course, they were _there_ for the first time.

Mark’s next request was whispered, so quiet that I could barely hear it.

“Please, Dad,” he said. “Get hard for me.”

“Very well,” he answered, his reservations from just a moment ago disappearing as the words left his mouth. “I do love the feeling of having a nice strong erection.”

It would have been child’s play for me to harden Colin’s cock from where I was sitting, but I was curious—what would the man do to obey his son’s request? Because he _would_ obey it; my influence left him no choice.

At first, Colin just closed his eyes and willed his cock to get hard. I could see his eyes moving through his eyelids as he imagined sexual situations. From the looks of it, his efforts had _some_ effect—I could see through his underpants that his cock had plumped up slightly, but not enough to be considered erect.

After a few minutes of this, he reached into his underpants and started toying with his cock. Mark watched, his eyes wide with lust, and I could tell that the boy wanted to reach down and play with himself as he watched his father.

It wasn’t long before Colin’s cock hardened, and he was able to remove his hand. I decided to throw Mark a bone, and mentally manipulated Colin to ensure that he would stay erect for the rest of the weekend—I didn’t want his natural heterosexuality getting in the way of our fun.

As soon as his father’s eyes opened, Mark had another order for his father.

“Please,” he said. “Let me play with it.”

“Not a problem,” Colin responded. “There’s nothing like the feeling of someone playing with your dick.”

In no time at all, Colin’s underpants were down and his son’s hand was wrapped around his erection. Mark hadn’t technically asked if he could also touch his father’s sweaty chest, but it was clear that Colin was too distracted to notice.

Colin had a good-sized cock. It was far from the largest I’d seen, but it stood proudly, thick and veiny. Eight inches, if I had to guess, but I hadn’t actually bothered to measure an erection in many years now. Fun at all sizes, you know?

When I’d transformed Mark, I’d shrunk his member down as well. His father’s cock was almost twice as large as his, both in width _and_ girth.

Mark was certainly enjoying the throbbing member in his hand. As far as he was concerned, he’d been imagining this moment for ten years now, and it was finally happening. He stared at his father’s cock lovingly, as he pumped his hand up and down, watching the angry head pulsate as he did.

His father’s eyes were gently closed as Mark had his fun.

“Please Dad,” Mark said, his voice shaking slightly. “Cum for me.”

For the first time, Colin didn’t respond out loud. Instead, he simply began thrusting desperately. 

Within the next few seconds, Mark’s face was doused in one, two, three spurts of his father’s seed, just as Hanna re-entered the room. She smiled vaguely at the father and son; to me, it was obvious that her mind was elsewhere, and she was barely paying attention to the scene in front of her.

I could tell that adrenaline was pumping through the teenage boy’s entire body. His Dad was going to go further than he’d ever reckoned, and now he was keen to see how far things could be pushed.

“Please,” he said, “lick your cum off my face.”

“Of course,” Colin replied, and leaned forward to do as his son asked. “It’s full of mmmf-mmf-mfmff-mfff.”

Turns out it’s hard to talk with a mouth full of your own cum.

“Make out with me as you do,” Mark added. “Please.”

“Nothing like a bit of father-son bonding,” Colin replied, and leaned in.

I watched with pleasure as the straight Dad and his gay son made out, Colin licking his own seed off of the teenager’s face. When the last drop was cleaned up, Colin sat back. I was delighted to notice his cock was throbbing—partially because of my earlier influence, of course, but perhaps there was something about the scenario that weirdly appealed to him.

Mark hadn’t yet gotten off, but it seemed that the boy was in no rush.

“Let’s watch the game,” he said, and despite the lack of ‘please’ in the sentence, Colin agreed without hesitation.

I wasn’t sat in a position to watch the TV, nor did I particularly care to—for the next hour and a half, I watched the Vaughns as they watched the football, or whichever sport was on that day. Hanna would occasionally pop in and out, and when the final touchdown (or whatever) was scored, Colin switched the game over to some kind of post-game show.

Two hours of game, and then two hours of discussing the game that just happened. I don’t think I’ll ever understand.

Mark was clearly less interested in the post-game discussion than he had been the actual game, and he surprised me with his next command.

“Please, Dad,” he said. “Ignore me for the rest of this show.”

“Sure thing,” Colin grunted in reply. “Kids need their space.”

If I hadn’t personally implanted every one of his desires, I’d have assumed that Mark had some kind of ‘being ignored’ fetish. That was off the table, so I was curious to see where he was going with his last order. As the commentators complained about and/or complimented the sports players and/or teams, Mark resumed sniffing his father’s torso and armpits, touching himself as he did. The kid really had a thing for the smell of sweat.

True to his word Colin completely ignored his son as the show continued. He didn’t react as Mark began jerking himself off, rubbing his face against his father’s chest. He didn’t say a word as his son reached down and started playing with his father’s hardness at the same time as his own. Impressively, he didn’t even move when Mark straddled him, rubbing his cock against his father’s sweaty chest, moaning and grunting all the while.

It wasn’t long until Mark returned the gift, shooting his seed all over his father’s impassive face.

Colin barely even blinked.

Mark sat back on the couch, panting, as Hanna popped her head in to say goodbye. The show ended, and Colin turned to his son.

“When do you think I should have a shower, Mark?”

“Maybe in the morning,” the teenage boy said with a grin. “How does that sound?”

As Colin opened his mouth to reply, a glob of cum to land on his tongue. I wonder what he would have said next, had Mark’s younger brother not suddenly entered the room.


	Chapter 3

It only took me a few seconds to get Michael, Mark’s younger brother, up to speed. Like his sibling (before my influence), Michael was a perfect specimen. Tall, muscular, and—if I had to guess—dumb as a post.

Mark was almost drooling at the sight of him. I could tell he wanted nothing more than to be used and abused by this much manlier _man_.

Part of it is years of insight, reading humans and figuring out exactly what they’re thinking. But mostly, I could tell because I’d given him that desire directly.

“Michael,” he said, “would you please take off your jacket.”

“Of course,” Michael said, taking his blazer off and dropping it to the floor. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Please lift your arms up high,” Mark said.

“Uh, of course,” Michael said, obeying immediately. “But I should warn you, I’m still sweaty from football practice.”

“Not a problem,” Mark grinned, leaning in and sniffing his younger brother’s armpits. “Let me taste them, please.”

Michael laughed nervously as Mark’s tongue made its way between Michael’s shirt and arm, tentatively touching his hairy underarms.

“You doing okay there, big bro?”

“Sure am,” Mark said, a broad smile on his face. “Hey Dad—I’m worried about Michael.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he said. “He’s never kissed a girl. I think it’s because his sex education is lacking. Please, can’t you teach him some tricks? Educate him about jerking off, about being a man, about using sluts for sex and throwing them away.”

There was a pause, as Mark’s request settled into Colin’s brain. When he responded, it was with a cocky swagger.

“Michael,” Colin said confidently. “Get over here. I think it’s about time you learned a few things about sex.”

“Yes, Dad,” the teenage boy responded.

The two men just exuded testosterone. Manliness. Mark shivered in anticipation.

“Now, son, tell me. What do you know about masturbation?”

Michael paused, staring his father up and down.

“Quite a lot,” he said eventually. “I mean, I think.”

“Well, son, why don’t you show us?”

“Please, Michael,” Mark added. “Show us.”

Colin nodded.

After the briefest of pauses, Michael lowered his trousers and pulled out his thick cock. Mark was practically salivating at the sight of it.

“Now that’s a cock,” their father said. “Strong. Manly. That’s a dick to be proud of.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Michael beamed.

“Why don’t you get it nice and hard for us?”

“Would you let me help with that?” Mark asked. “Please?”

“Great idea, Mark.”

Mark shivered with pleasure as he reached out to touch his little brother’s huge cock. After dreaming of this moment for so long, he couldn’t believe it was finally here. As he touched the hardening member, it twitched slightly—Mark wrapped his hand around it, and started slowly stroking it up and down.

As the cock turned to steel in his hand, it thickened even more. Before long, it was at its full hardness—I could see the delight on his face when he couldn’t even wrap his whole hand around it.

“Marvelous,” his father said, leaning in closely to watch his technique. “What a beautiful dick.”

Mark nodded.

“Now,” his father said, “how often do you masturbate?”

“Every day,” Mark replied immediately.

“No, I’m talking to your little brother.”

“About the same,” Michael said, after a moment of thought. Their father shook his head.

“That’s not good,” he said. “Look at you, Michael. You’re a man! You shouldn’t be beating your meat—that’s for wimps. Your older brother was right to be concerned; you should be pounding some slam-piece, coming down a slut’s throat. Not getting _yourself_ off, especially not that often.”

Michael nodded, taking his father’s words to heart.

“Please,” Mark said, buzzing with excitement, “use me as an example.”

“Perfect,” his father beamed. “Okay, Michael, we’re going to pretend that your big brother here is a dirty little slut.”

“Treat me like a piece of meat,” Mark whimpered in pleasure. “Please…”

“Got it,” Michael said.

“Please, show him every way I can get him off.”

“Great idea. Son, when you’ve got a little whore like this, there’s a few different ways you can use them. Let’s start with a hand-job.”

Michael looked down at his erection, Mark’s tiny hand wrapped around it.

“That’s a good start, but you’ve got to really show them who’s boss. Remember, you’re a man—you’re a slab of muscle and meat, and their role in life is to serve you. They exist purely to get you off.”

Michael nodded, practically swallowing the instructions whole.

“Make sure your slut is on their knees when they jack you off,” the older man said. “And don’t feel like you need to ask them, either—just grab them and show them who’s boss.”

Without warning, Michael grabbed his older brother’s hair at the base, and forced his to his knees.

Mark almost came on the spot.

“Some of these sluts like it, some of them don’t. If they don’t like it, they’ll let you know—but I think _this_ little slut loves it, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Mark gasped.

“This is the kind of whore you want to find—a slut who’s into the rough stuff, like your older brother.”

“Sounds good, Dad” Michael said thoughtfully. “Good tip.”

“Okay slut, start jerking your little brother off.”

“Ohhhh,” Michael groaned. “That feels good.”

“See what I mean, boy? You’ll never have to jerk off again. Not as long as there are sluts around, looking to please real men like us.”

“Please, sir,” Mark said, his eyes locked on his younger brother’s erection. “Let me to show you how I can please you both at once.”

“Good idea,” his father sniffed, lowering his pants. “Now, Michael, don’t worry if this seems a little gay. There’s nothing gay about sharing a slut with another guy.”

Mark was in heaven as he wrapped his other hand around his father’s equally thick cock. They stood in a comfortable silence for several minutes, as he jerked both men off simultaneously.

“Now,” his father grunted, “I can see you’re almost ready to cum. Make sure you aim for your slut’s face.”

“Okay pops,” Michael mumbled, placing his hand on Mark’s, directing his cock towards her. “Are you ready for this, bitch?”

“Good lad,” their father said. “If you’re dealing with someone who likes the rough stuff, they probably like a bit of dirty talk as well. You like dirty talk, don’t you Mark?”

“Yes,” he moaned, his arms not slowing down for a second. “Please…”

“I’m going to cum on your dirty whore face,” Michael hissed, looking down at him. “Oh, fuck, I’m doing it!”

Mark closed his eyes and let his little brother’s seed coat his face—one, two, three spurts of his spunk landed in his open mouth. One last spurt hit his forehead, and began slowly sliding down his face.

“Now,” his father said, “you’re still young. You’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes. In the meantime, why don’t I show you the second way someone like Mark can get you off?”

“Yes sir,” Michael. “I’d love that.”

“I would too,” Mark said quietly, continuing to jerk his father off.

“Okay slut,” Mark’s father commanded, surprisingly gently. “Open wide.”

Mark’s eyes widened as his father slowly slid his enormous cock into his mouth. Whenever he felt like he was going to gag, he’d wait for a few seconds, then continue once he felt it was safe.

After several minutes, he looked utterly delighted to discover that he could fit the entirety of his father’s thickness down his throat; his lips were obscenely stretched around the base, and he couldn’t breathe, but _he’d done it_.

“Now,” his father said softly, “that’s how you deep-throat someone you love. Someone you care about. Hell, they might not even want to deep-throat you, and that’s fine too. They might just want to lick your cock, or suck on the tip. Everyone’s different, and that’s totally fine. If you love the person and want to treat them gentle, that’s how you do it.”

Colin reached down with his enormous hand and took a tight grip on the back of his son’s head.

“…of course, when you’re dealing with a dirty whore like your big brother, we use a totally different approach.”

Mark’s eyes widened as his father began forcing his head up and down his cock, fucking his mouth so hard that I could tell he’d be leaving bruises.

It was hot as hell.

Before long, his father’s movements grew more frenzied, and it looked like the older man was approaching orgasm.

“ _This._ ” he grunted, “ _Is. How. You. Fuck. A. Slut’s. Throat._ ”

With a loud groan, he began cumming straight down his own son’s throat. Mark’s eyes widened in lust and panic as his father held his head, not even letting his son pull back for oxygen. Colin’s twitching cock completely filled his throat, until he let him go.

Gasping for air and twitching with pleasure, Mark sat back. As far as he was concerned, he’d dreamt of being used by the two men in his family for so long. His eyes were red, his throat was sore, and his cock was throbbing.

I could tell he wanted more.

“Dad,” he panted. “Teach Michael how to finger a woman. Use my ass as a pussy. _Please_.”

Colin nodded.

“Are you ready for this, son?”

“ _Yes, Dad_ ,” Michael replied, his face lighting up at the idea. He hard once more and ready to go.

Mark gasped as his brother’s beefy finger explored his ass-crack. His lack of experience was obvious, but it didn’t take long for the younger brother to find the hole and slowly insert one of his meaty fingers.

“Good, good,” his father muttered, leaning in for a closer look. “Just like that.”

As Michael’s second knuckle slipped into his aching hole, the situation was too much for the teen. Mark began cumming—his entire body began to shake, his ass clenching repeatedly around Michael’s probing finger, his cock shooting off onto the carpet in front of him. I wondered if they’d clean it up themselves, or just leave it for Hanna to take care of next month.

Colin laughed.

“Well,” he said. “There’s a lot more to learn than that, but it looks like he was just too ready. Let’s move straight to the main course, shall we?”

“Okay, pops,” Michael said, staring at his father adoringly.

“Shove that finger of yours in his mouth,” the older man advised. “Easiest way to clean it off.

Mark’s eyes widened in shock as the taste of his own ass entered his mouth. He suckled at it enthusiastically until it was withdrawn.

“Now,” his father said, his eyes running up and down his teenage son’s body. “There’s only one way you can make love to a women, but there’s a few ways you can fuck a whore. Since your older brother doesn’t have all the required equipment, we’re going to have to treat him like a whore.

A pulse of arousal visibly passed through Mark’s body.

“This is a big moment,” Colin said, punching his youngest son lightly on the shoulder. “You’ll remember it for the rest of your life. Mark—do you have any lube?”

Mark took a moment to answer.

“No…” he said. It looked like he was holding his breath.

“No matter,” his father replied. “Deep throat your little brother. Make it nice and juicy.”

Mark willingly obeyed, taking Michael’s cock into his mouth, covering it with as much spittle as he could.

“Grab his head,” his father instructed. “Fuck his throat hard—he doesn’t deserve any better.”

Michael immediately obeyed, pounding his huge cock deep into his older brother’s throat again and again.

“Now, if your cock is nice and wet,”—it was—“line it up with the rosebud of his ass.”

Mark was quivering with anticipation as his little brother’s cock rested against his butthole.

“If your big brother was someone sweet,” his father said, “someone who liked cuddles and vanilla sex, I’d advise that you go slow, like I did with his throat.”

“Gotcha,” Michael said. The two brothers couldn’t have looked more different—one was a huge meathead, the other a skinny nerd. But they were both trembling with anticipation.

“But,” their father continued, “we both know he’s not. So fuck him, son. Don’t be gentle; he loves it.”

“Understood, Dad,” Michael said, and Mark’s eyes widened as he began to push.


	Chapter 4

Mark’s eyes widened as his brother pushed his huge erection forward. Mark was a virgin, of course, but more than that—a quick scan of his memories told me that before today, he’d never had _anything_ inside his rear entrance. No foreign objects, no toys—not even an experimental finger or two.

I watched a tear roll down his face as his younger brother huffed and puffed and slowly entered Mark’s anus. If you’re around as long as I’ve been, you get pretty good at reading people. And then, of course, there’s the fact that I can literally reach into his mind and read his thoughts.

But just from his expression, I could read the entire range of emotions that Mark was feeling. Arousal, of course. A hint of fear. Pain, in no small measure. But more than that…pride.

Mark was living his dream. The dream I’d recently implanted, admittedly, but as far as he was concerned, _his_ dream.

And it was finally coming true.

“Is this right?” Michael asked, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“You’re doing great, son,” Colin said with a beaming smile. Now it was my turn to feel a tinge of pride. This family had always been aligned, but they’d never really been _close_. I’d changed that.

And more.

It took almost five minutes for the entirety of Michael’s throbbing cock to ease deep inside his brother’s rectum. Mark looked like he was having trouble breathing, but the look of pride and arousal on his face never wavered.

The two brothers stayed still for several minutes, breathing heavily, Michael firmly inside his brother, each of them having the time of their life. Finally, Colin broke the heaving silence.

“Well, you know you fit,” he said. “Now show your brother what a little slut he really is.”

“Yes Dad,” Michael gasped, and with a speed that impressed even me, pulled his cock most of the way out of his brother’s ass and then shoved it back in.

Mark’s eyes practically bulged out of his head, and his mouth gaped open. He looked like he wanted to speak, like he couldn’t breathe, like he was going to throw up.

“Don’t mind that,” Colin said gruffly. “Fuck the little whore. Use his hair as a handle.”

Obeying his father’s command, Michael wrapped his hand around Mark’s thick head of hair, and began fucking his ass like it was his job. Mark’s expression was priceless—what looked like excruciating pain mixed with incredible satisfaction, as his ass took a pounding of a lifetime. His head was pulled back, his legs were trembling with the intensity of the situation, and his dick was rock-hard.

I considered throwing the kid a break, and mentally prodding his father to jerk him off as he was heartily fucked, but the young man impressed me once again, and finally managed to find his voice.

“Please,” he panted. “Talk…dirty…”

“That’s an excellent point,” Colin frowned. “Fucking a slut is about so much more than just using their body for your pleasure—though that, of course, is key. You want to remind them of their place, that they belong wrapped around your cock.”

“Why’s that, Dad?”

Michael’s face was now dripping with sweat, as he used his considerable strength to really plow into his older brother.

“A few reasons,” Colin mused. “Firstly, it’s an important part of properly subjugating them.”

I raised my eyebrows. Hadn’t expected a ten-dollar word to emerge from this meathead of a father.

“Secondly, you’ll find yourself enjoying it. You’re a man—your role in life is to dominate sluts. Sluts, whores, your brother…”

“You’re a slut,” Michael muttered.

“That’s a good start, boy, but you can do better than that.”

“You’re a dirty whore,” the youngest of the family declared, his words punctuated by his cock slamming into Mark’s ass. “Your ass is mine.”

“Why?” Colin prompted.

“Your ass is mine because I want it. You…ungh…you do what I want. You’re here for my pleasure!”

I could see that Mark simultaneously wanted to speak, cry, and cum.

“You’re going to take my cock whenever I want you. Anytime of the day or night—oh, _god_ —I’m going to fuck you. Anytime I want!”

“Yess…” Mark croaked. Despite the lack of direct stimulation, his cock started spasming and twitching, and soon shot two, three, four strings of cum onto the carpet.

As his older brother came onto the floor, Michael continued ramming his enormous erection into his tight ass.

“When I’m done, you’re going to lick it clean. You’re going to lick your own shit off my cock, and you’re going to love it.”

All the tension had drained out of Mark’s body—his orgasm had relaxed his muscles, which in turn seemed to make it easier for him to breathe. Even as his cock softened, he continued to goad his father and older brother on.

“Am I doing it right, Dad? Please—tell me what I could be doing better.”

His voice was happy and ragged, and his father responded immediately.

“Don’t just lay there like a ragdoll, you little whore,” he hissed. “Push back against your brother’s cock. Tighten your rectum. Remember, your role is to bring your brother pleasure.”

“That’s right,” Michael grunted. “Your ass is here to bring me pleasure.”

“You’re letting him do all the work, and that isn’t right. Fuck back against him as he demonstrates what a man he is.”

“I’m a man,” Michael gasped. “I’m a man, and you’re nothing but a little hole for me to fuck.”

To everyone’s surprise—including, I suspect, Michael’s—he lifted his hand and slapped Mark’s skinny ass. Once more, a flash of pain crossed his older brother’s face. Once more, it was immediately replaced by a look of intense pleasure.

I was unsurprised to see Mark’s cock beginning to plump up as Michael spanked his older brother once more.

“Good job, son!” Colin said. “Mark, why don’t you thank your brother for spanking you?”

“Thank you, Michael,” Mark panted.

“Why don’t you thank him for treating you the way you deserve to be treated? Tell him what a dirty little whore you are.”

“I’m your whore,” Mark said, a pleading tone in his voice. “Michael, I’m your little ass-whore. Do whatever you like.”

“ _Thank him,_ ” Colin reminded sternly.

“Thank you,” Mark immediately said. “Thank you for reminding me why I exist. Thank you for treating me like this. Thank you for fucking my ass. Thank you for—oh my god!—thank you for…spanking…me…”

As Colin watched, it occurred to me that he was missing out on the fun. He was watching, but most people don’t get as much pleasure from watching as I do.

Like I said, I don’t think of myself as a good person. But for all my faults, I’m not _cruel_. My victims—if you want to call them that—always enjoyed themselves, and I like to think I left people happier than when I met them.

Changed, obviously, but for the better.

I suppose I could have just altered Colin’s biology so he came whenever Michael did, or had him fill his eldest son’s gaping mouth with his cock.

But as I watched the muscular man leaning forward, fully embracing his role as a sex coach, I had a better idea.

A mental prod was all it took to have Colin stand up and move into Mark’s eyeline. He smiled down at his oldest son, and Mark stared at him, too overwhelmed to conceal his lust.

Colin sat cross-legged on the floor in front of his two boys. They were both watching him now—Mark, too full of cock to think straight; Michael, unsure if he’d done something wrong.

“This kind of work builds up a sweat,” Colin said. “Another great use of sluts like your brother is that they can clean up your sweat.”

“But pops,” Michael grunted, “I’m sort of using him right now.”

“No such thing as an overworked whore,” Colin said, and Michael nodded.

“Gotcha.”

Colin took on a double bicep pose, showing off the muscles he’d built up from a lifetime of going to the gym. For a moment, I dipped into Mark’s mind, just to see how he was reacting—none of this had been a result of his instructions, but in that moment, he didn’t care. As soon as his younger brother’s cock had entered his ass, Mark’s world had become an erotic haze, and this made as much sense as the rest of the day’s events.

“Lick them clean,” Colin commanded, and Mark moaned. I could tell that he was on the edge of cumming just from the instruction—if the area hadn’t been so crowded, I would have positioned myself to catch his impending orgasm with my mouth.

Instead, I just sat back and watched with a smile.

“Yes sir,” Mark moaned, the only words he was capable of piecing together. Colin leaned in, and Mark’s eyes fluttered with pleasure as his tongue made contact with his father’s glistening skin.

For the next few minutes, Colin’s two sons were in heaven—Michael was enjoying the tightness of his older brother’s ass, while Mark was being stimulated on every possible level: his father’s gleaming muscles directly in front of his eyes, the taste and smell of the older man’s sweat, and—of course—his younger brother’s cock, pounding mercilessly into his virgin ass.

Even as his son licked at his sweaty muscles, Colin continued to advise and verbally support his two sons. “Good lad,” he’d occasionally interject. “Show that whore who’s boss.”

As Mark continued to push back against his brother’s hard-on, as Michael continued to talk dirty to him, and as he licked at his father’s sweaty muscles, I could tell he was getting close to a hands-free orgasm.

Finally, it became too much for the young man. Burying his tongue in his father’s sweaty armpit while Michael called him a filthy slut and Colin complimented his younger brother for being a ‘real man’, he twitched in pleasure, shooting his load all over the carpet.

Hanna would have to clean that up, the next time she came in.

Every inch of Colin’s exposed flesh had been licked clean, his sweat replaced by his eldest son’s saliva. Content, he sat back down on the couch, and Mark—no longer distracted by his own impending orgasm or his father’s proximity—was able to truly focus on what Michael was doing, matching his younger brother’s rhythm, doing all he could to give his brother the best possible time.

“I think I’m going to cum,” Michael groaned. He hadn’t even noticed either of his brother’s orgasms.

“Hold it,” Colin warned. “You’re a man—you cum when you want to cum.”

“I want to cum,” Michael said. He leaned forward, his mouth next to Mark’s ear. “I want to cum inside your pretty little ass, you fucking slut. I want to use you as my cumbucket. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Mark groaned. “God, yes—more than anything. Use me! Use me as a hole to cum in…”

I tilted my head to the side. For all his enthusiasm…Mark hadn’t said please.

The family probably wouldn’t have noticed, but I did. Before Michael could cum, I delayed his orgasm and gave Colin inspiration for the next part of the lesson.

“Not yet,” Colin instructed, and I almost burst out laughing at the sight of the brothers’ matching pouts. “There’s many more positions I need to show you.”

Standing up, the muscle-bound father grabbed his eldest child’s hips and pulled him off his younger brother’s cock. A sound combining pleasure and frustration left Mark’s lips. Michael’s cock twitched hungrily; before my interference, he’d been moments from cumming, and now his impressive member was throbbing, purple and angry.

“Clean this up,” Colin commanded, and Mark’s mouth eagerly went to work. Soon, Michael’s erection was once more glistening with saliva. “Okay, son—pick up your brother.”

I hadn’t actually altered Michael much—he was magically compelled to obey his younger brother, of course, and Mark had ordered him to learn from his father, but his desire to be a good student and his willingness to follow his father’s orders was entirely natural.

Like I said—they were good kids, really.

Mark swooned at the feeling of his muscular younger brother effortlessly taking him into his arms. Even though he’d just spent half an hour getting fucked by him, there was something so _manly_ about the way he was being held like a doll. It reminded him that he was the weakling, the smaller of the two boys, and that despite being the ‘bigger’ brother, he was so much less manly than his little bro.

He was already hard as a rock again.

They were good boys.

“This position,” Colin said, a sparkle in his eyes, “is known as stand and deliver.”

Unable to resist my curiosity, I poked around Colin’s memories, wondering where such a clean-cut man had learned the name of a sexual position.

From his wife, it turned out. Perhaps there was more to this couple than I’d immediately encountered. It might even be worth coming back and revisiting the family when the women in this family returned to town…

A closer examination revealed that his wife had learned it from Cosmo Magazine. I’d never read it, but it might have been my closest world-wide competitor for adding sexual twists to bedrooms. Where mine were deliberate, gleeful efforts to create deviants, Cosmo’s changes often came in the form of what I could only assume was an attempt to offer genuine advice.

“Pick your brother up,” Colin ordered, “and while he’s facing you, lower him onto your cock.”

Michael did as his father instructed, his well-lubed cock sliding easily into his brother’s waiting asshole. Mark groaned in satisfaction as he did. After so many (implanted) years of waiting to be filled by cock, it was everything he’d imagined it would be.

“This position can be useful for a few different reasons. It can be intimate, if there’s a slut you find yourself growing attached to. As you can see, it’s easy to kiss them.”

To my surprise, both Mark and Michael blanched at this. Michael, presumably, because he—despite the events of the last hour—didn’t think of himself as gay. Mark, I suppose, because tender kisses wasn’t part of the dynamic he’d dreamed of.

“All right, all right, calm down. No one’s suggesting that the two of you make out.”

The boys visibly relaxed.

“The other big advantage of this position is the versatility. You can walk around, reminding the slut who’s in control with every step. Or, best of all, you can combine this position with a workout. Try doing some squats.”

Mark’s eyes lit up with excitement. He had years worth of memories of watching his brother’s muscles gleaming with sweat as he worked out, also wishing he could pleasure Michael’s throbbing cock.

Now, he was going to do both at once.

Without hestitating, Michael moved his hands to his brother’s waist and began doing squats against the wall.

“This is quite a workout,” he grunted.

“That’s my boy,” Colin said proudly. “Want me to spot you?”

“No, no,” Michael said. “I’ve got this.”

Within a few minutes he was puffing and panting, sweat pouring out of every pore. Mark, meanwhile, was glowing with pleasure. He had one hand around his brother’s neck, for support, and the other had reached down and was playing with his own erection.

Teenage boys. I could tell it would be a while before Mark came again, unless I made some changes (though I felt I’d already been generous enough with the young lad) but he didn’t look like he was going to have any trouble maintaining his erection as he worked out.

“Dad,” Michael grunted, “I wanna cum.”

“Oh god,” Mark begged. “Please, little brother, cum inside me.”

There it was; the magic word.

Colin nodded his approval, and Mark released his boner. Wrapping both his arms around his brother’s neck, Mark began pulling himself up and releasing him, fucking his brother as hard he could from that position. Michael pushed his older brother against a wall, and began to absolutely go to town on him.

“Thank you,” Mark pled. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you…”

As he profusely thanked his younger brother, Mark was pushing his ass back against Michael’s erection. It wasn’t obvious from the outside, but apparently he could feel his brother’s approaching orgasm, because as the final thanks emerged from his mouth, Michael reached up and firmly grabbed Mark’s hair.

Pushing himself entirely inside his older brother’s ass, Michael groaned loudly as he twitched and spasmed in orgasm. After a few seconds of bliss, he withdrew his cock, allowing his cum to dribble out of Mark’s gaping ass.

“Thank you,” Mark said in a daze. “Oh, fuck…thank you so much. Thank you thank you thank you.”

Colin watched his sons’ pleasure proudly, and a quick peek inside his mind told me exactly what he was smiling about:

His son’s impeccable manners.

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	Chapter 5

“Now,” Colin said, “with your brother it’s okay not to use a condom, but when you’re with a girl, wrap it before you tap it.”

Michael nodded, taking his father’s words to heart.

“Put your brother down and watch—the next position that I’m going to show you is called Reverse Cowgirl.”

“Dad…”

Colin followed his son’s gesture. Mark was laying on the floor, his eyes glassy, his cock hard, his brother’s cum continuing to dribble out of his well-used asshole.

“I don’t know if he’s up for anything more.”

“Michael. Michael, Michael, Michael…”

As I’ve said, Colin was a good dad. And like all good dads, he had mastered a disappointed dad tone. I couldn’t help but smile as Michael’s face ell at his father’s words.

“I just thought…”

“Michael, what is your brother?”

“A slut.”

Zero hesitation.

“And what are you?”

“A man.”

“And why do sluts exist?”

“For the…pleasure of mans.”

“Men,” Colin corrected. “And yes. Whether or not your brother is ‘ready’ for more doesn’t really matter—what matters is that we have a use for him, and so we’re going to use him. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Good. Now, bring him over here.”

Michael picked up his older brother and handed him to Colin. Mark shivered with pleasure at the feeling of being passed around like a child, by his big muscular family.

Colin grabbed his eldest son’s head, and forced it to his still-hard cock.

“At some point we should buy some lube,” he muttered. “But until then…”

Despite Mark’s fatigue, he immediately began working on his father’s cock as soon as it entered his mouth, slobbering on it and taking it as deep into his throat as he could. Colin spread out in the center of the couch, spreading his legs and splaying his arms out.

“Take a seat, son,” he instructed, and Michael sat beside him.

“Isn’t this…”

“We’re men, Michael. It’s not gay to touch another masculine man, especially not when you’re sharing a slut. Understand?”

Michael nodded, and after a few seconds, outstretched his own arms. The two men sat, arms around each other, watching as Mark prepared the older man’s thick cock.

Pleasuring his father’s dick seemed to give Mark a second wind, and when his father snapped his fingers, he sat up to attention.

“Okay, you little slut,” Colin said. Mark preened at the words. “Get up here and ride my dick.”

Mark got into position, moving his cum-filled ass above his father’s erection. When Colin nodded, he slowly began to lower it.

“Now,” Colin said to his younger son, “the beauty of this position is that it lets the sluts do all the work. Stand and deliver is for when you want to take control, really show your whore who’s in charge—this is for when you want a nice relaxing fuck, one that you don’t have to try too hard.”

While his father was educating his brother, Mark was filling his own ass with Colin’s rod. His face contorted with pleasure as his father’s erection entered him, until soon the weedy brother was completely full.

“Of course, even when your slut is doing the heavy lifting—so to speak—you can’t let them forget who’s boss.”

Surprising both of his sons—and me—Colin reached up and slapped Mark across the face. His son looked stunned, but a groan of pleasure escaped his lips, sharing his true feelings.

“And no matter what the position, it’s always important to talk dirty to them.”

“Of course,” Michael nodded. I could see his cock beginning to rise at the sight of his brother’s face turning red where his father had hit him.

“You’re pathetic, aren’t you?”

It was Mark’s turn to nod.

“Look at you. You’re so thin and weedy—you should be ashamed of yourself. You don’t even deserve to be my son, do you?”

“No sir,” Mark panted. “Please, sir—I’m nothing but a little slut.”

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“I’m your little slut,” Mark agreed, nodding so rapidly his head looked like it was going to fly off. On the other couch, I was very much enjoying the exchange—none of this had come from me. That was what I loved about people; when I was playing with them, it wasn’t like I wrote them a script to follow. I just wound them up and let them go.

Colin reached up and slapped his son again.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes sir.”

“Call me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy. I like that very much.”

“Why do you like it?”

“It reminds me of how worthless I am, Daddy. It reminds me that I’m just a worthless little slut, and I exist only to take your cum.”

“Michael, are you paying attention?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Another advantage of Reverse Cowgirl is its versatility. Your slut can do the work, but if you’re in the mood, you can immediately take control of the situation.”

With that, Colin reached out with his muscular arms, grabbed Mark’s hips, and started rapidly moving his son up and down his cock, filth spilling out of his mouth all the while.

“Good little whore. You’re such a good little whore for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m your good whore.”

“Your slutty ass belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Your brother and I can use your slutty little ass whenever we like, can’t we?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please, use my ass for your pleasure.”

A smile curled Colin’s lips as his son said please, and he began thrusting deeper and harder into his son’s bowels.

“Is your tiny little cock hard, Mark?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’ve got such a small dick, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You know that’s why we had Michael. You were such a disappointment—we wanted a manly son, and we got you, a pathetic little wimp.”

“Oh, god…”

Mark’s eyes rolled back in his head at his father’s abuse.

“You were such a terrible child, we had to try again just to produce a worthwhile son. You were such a failure, we had to create a son worthy of being called a son.”

Michael was openly playing with his dick as his father verbally abused his older brother.

“Tell me how worthless you are.”

“I’m nothing, Daddy. I’m such a terrible son. Michael’s your real son—I’m only here so you can fuck my ass and fuck my mouth.”

“That’s right,” Colin muttered. His grip tightened on his son’s hips.

“You only have one son. You have one son and and me, a little cum-dumpster for the rest of the family. That’s why I exist. That’s my role in the family—to pleasure your cocks, and store your cum.”

“I’m going to cum inside you,” Colin groaned. “I’m going to cum into your tight little ass.”

“Do it, Daddy. Please. Cum inside your little whore’s ass.”

“You’re a pathetic little slut…”

“I am,” Mark squealed, trying to make his voice higher-pitched. He sounded like a sissy, like a demasculated man.

“I’m your little fucktoy,” he squeaked. “I’m your slut, whore, cum-dumpster little cocksocket. Oh cum inside me Daddy, please…”

At the sound of the p-word, Colin started twitching and jerking.

“I’m doing it,” he panted. “Daddy’s shooting his seed inside you. You’re going to take my cum. You’re going to take the cum that made you inside your slutty little asshole…”

At that, his eyes rolled back in his head, and the muscular older man started positively slamming his cock inside his exhausted son. The two men shared a look of absolute perverted pleasure; one of my favorite looks in the whole world.

For the third time that day, Mark’s face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and emptiness as a cock was slowly removed from his ass. Again, the cum that was inside it began dripping out, this time landing on his father’s pubic hair.

“Clean that up,” Colin grunted, a satisfied—but exhausted—smile on his face. Mark obeyed immediately, enthusiastically lapping up the cum that had just left his body.

“I wanna fuck Mark again,” Michael said, watching his older brother clean up their father’s crotch.

Mark’s eyes lit up, but his attention never wavered from his task.

“Of course you do,” Colin said, his arm still around Michael’s shoulders. “You’ve gotten a taste of what it’s like to be a man, to have a slut at your disposal. Over the coming months, I know you’re going to bring plenty of girls home…but even when you don’t, your brother will always be here to take care of you.”

Nodding frantically, Mark slurped up the last of his father’s cum, and sat back expectantly.

“Is there anything I could be doing better, Daddy?”

In response, Colin reached down and slapped his son once more.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, slut.”

“Yes, Daddy. Of course, Daddy. Please…”

There was an expectant pause as Colin and Michael both leaned forward, eager to obey whatever request came out of their slut’s mouth.

“…never stop using me.”

Colin burst out laughing, a loud roar of laughter that echoed throughout the house. Michael and Mark, following their father’s lead, laughed as well—though it was evident that neither of them were quite sure what they were laughing at.

Finally, when the laughter died down, Colin slapped his knee.

“Oh, Mark. You’re going to be our darling little cumdump for the rest of your days. It’s your destiny—it’s why we keep you around.”

His face softened slightly.

“It’s why we love you.”

For the second time that day, a single tear trickled down Mark’s face—not from pain, but from happiness.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Now!”

Colin clapped, making the two boys jump.

“Michael—you were going to fuck your brother.”

“Come here, slut,” Michael said, grabbing Mark’s hair and forcing his head to his erection. Once more, Mark produced as much sloppy saliva as he could, coating Michael’s erection in it. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

I saw a furrowed look appear on Colin’s face—he glanced down at his own dick, which was still hard. Without knowing about my influence, I could certainly understand why he’d find that confusing. The man hadn’t cum this many times in a day since he was a teenager, and yet his penis showed no signs of slowing down.

“How does it feel to be dominated by someone so much more masculine than you?” Michael asked his brother, who was happily drooling all over his hard rod. “You’re meant to be the older brother, the one in charge. But look at you…you’re nothing but a hole I use to get my dick wet.”

Mark’s mouth was full, but he grunted his approval nonetheless.

“Look at you. ‘Big’ brother. I’m twice the size you are. Look at your tiny little dick—you should be embarrassed to call that thing a penis.”

His dick-sucking brother nodded, and brought his hand up to encircle Michael’s cock and jerk it off while he sucked.

“Your body has the definition of a wet rag. Cumrag! That’s what we should call you.”

“Please,” Mark said, briefly pulling his brother’s cock out of his mouth. “Call me Cumrag.”

“Come on, Cumrag. Hurry up and get my dick all lubed up. I want to fuck that little pussy-ass of yours.”

Mark’s eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure, and he pulled his brother’s cock out of his mouth. He turned around and waggled his ass enticingly.

“This is it,” Colin said, his booming voice filling the room.

“This is what?”

“This is your final test. I’m going to watch you fuck Cumrag, and at the end of it, I’m going to grade you.”

I could see Michael’s dick shrivel slightly at his father’s words. It seemed Michael didn’t perform well under pressure.

You can call me a sucker, but I couldn’t help myself. I threw the kid a bone—almost literally. It was a piece of cake to ensure that Michael’s cock would remain rock-hard for the entirety of this final fuck.

“Come here, Cumrag,” Michael said, his confidence boosted by the iron rod I’d just gifted him with. “I’m going to destroy that ass of yours.”

“Good dirty talk,” Colin grunted. “I’ll give that an A-minus.”

Michael beamed.

As he watched his youngest son slowly penetrate his eldest, Colin idly played with his erection. It only took a few minutes before he realized that he didn’t have to be the one taking care of himself.

“Come here,” he commanded. “Mark—bring your brother’s mouth over here. I’m going to show you how to spitroast a slut.”

Mark’s eyeballs almost turned into hearts—his excitement was palpable. Michael, impressing all of us, wrapped his arms around his brother’s skinny torso and lifted him into position, his cock never leaving his older brother’s ass.

“Nice maneuver,” Colin said, his eyebrows raised. “That’s another A.”

“Thanks, pops. Okay, slut. Get ready, because this is going to be the finest moment of your life. You’re going to service two cocks at once, and we’re both going to blow our loads deep inside you.”

“If you can match your orgasm to mine,” Colin said, “that’ll be an A+ for cumming.”

“Please,” Mark said, his mouth poised over his father’s cock. “Try to match them.”

“I’ll do my best,” Michael said. “Now, ‘big brother’, get to sucking.”

As Mark began blowing his father, Colin had a thought. “I should specify,” he said slowly, “it’s not gay to spitroast. It’s like earlier—we’re just two men, sharing a slut.”

“Of course,” Michael said, once more slamming his cock into his older brother’s asshole. “We’re not like this faggot here.”

I could see that Colin briefly looked uncomfortable with his son’s language, but as Mark moaned around his cock, he quickly changed his tune.

“Yeah. I don’t know what I did to end up with this faggot of a son. I’m just glad I have you to balance him out.”

Colin and Michael’s eyes met, and the two of them smiled at each other.

“This is nice,” Michael said. “I’m glad we worked out a fun way we can all spend time together.”

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	Chapter 6

There are three surefire ways to make time fly: impending deadlines, a humdrum routine, and immortality.

I haven’t had a deadline or a routine in centuries, which should tell you exactly why I find time going past so quickly.

Gun to my head (a poor choice of words, perhaps, considering I’m immune to physical harm) I would have guessed that it was a few weeks, maybe a month or two since I’d last seen the Vaughn men. In fact, it was over a year.

How the time does fly when you’re having fun.

Ah. I suppose that’s the fourth way to lose track of time.

Immortality, and having a _lot_ of fun.

I had actually returned to the neighborhood for completely innocent reasons—after leaving the Vaughns, I’d had one of the best burgers I’ve ever experienced. It was so good, it had stuck in my head even a year later. As I was retracing my steps, I noticed a cheerleader walking down the street—she had an athletic build (which I suppose should have been a hint) and an impressive bust.

My powers have allowed me to sleep with women with breasts as large as houses; one would think after countless decades of expanding women’s bosoms, I wouldn’t be intrigued by the tit-size of a random teenager…

But for all my powers, I _am_ human, and large breasts is a perpetual turn-on for me, so I abandoned my quest for meat between two buns and followed the teenage cheerleader into her strangely-familiar house.

A quick scan soon told me exactly where I was, and reminded me of the changes I’d made last time. Michael and Colin, obeying Mark’s every word…as long as he included the magic word.

“Please.”

It was child’s play to ensure that everyone ignored me—as far as they were concerned, I wasn’t there. I invisibly trailed the cheerleader into the living room, where I was delighted to see Colin, the patriarch of the family, sitting completely naked in the middle of the couch, his eldest son kneeling between his legs.

I settled into the comfortable seat that I’d taken last time, propped my head onto my hand, and leaned forward, waiting to see what would unfold.

Since I’d left, the family had installed a fully-functional home gym. A quick probe confirmed that it was Mark’s doing, of course—he’d said “please” when making his request, and the family couldn’t resist.

Literally.

Colin had just finished a workout, and was coated in sweat. His workout shorts were at his feet, Mark’s knees resting on them as he looked up at his father adoringly.

The new gym wasn’t the only change, I realized as I explored the sports-obsessed family’s minds. Mark had left for college—before my influence, he’d been planning on going across the country, but after everyone had settled into their new roles around the house, he’d decided he would miss it too much, and taken a scholarship at a nearby school.

It was the beginning of spring break, and Michael had come home to get his fix.

A quick probe told me that the boy was surprisingly popular at school. I’m sure before my meddling, he would have been just as popular (an athletic white guy would struggle to avoid it), but despite being a scrawny incest-obsessed gay, he’d managed to find his fair share of friends at school. Ruling the roost at home had given him a lot of self-confidence, accomplishing his sexual goals had given him an inner satisfaction, and over the last few decades, being gay in college had somehow become a social boon.

I’d like to claim that my efforts were at least partially responsible for that.

He still enjoyed sex with his family more than anyone else, but in weeks where he couldn’t find the time to come home, he’d even managed to find a few folk on campus to fuck. I’d only extended his ‘please’ power to his direct family members—I didn’t want him to rule the local area—but as I said, he’d found himself and his people.

I was almost proud of the boy.

His sister Katey was the middle child, a senior in high-school, and part of the cheerleading team. She was sitting on the couch with her naked father, not blinking an eye.

A quick probe told me that after my last visit, Mark had ‘pleased’ his sister to never find anything unusual about what he was doing, about what he was getting up to with his father and brother. Sure enough, Katey was happily just using her phone as Mark’s nose travelled all over his father’s naked, sweaty skin.

“Please, Dad,” he’d said as soon as his father came upstairs. “Watch TV naked.”

“Of course,” Colin had replied, lowering his pants and switching on the tube. “Nothing like cooling off and relaxing after a nice workout.”

Immediately after that, Katey (and I) had entered, and so I sat back, smiling as I watched what had become a regular occurrence in the Vaughn household. Mark’s mother was in the kitchen, getting dinner ready—I wondered what he’d done to make her okay with his new relationship with her husband…but as I’ve said before, I’m a patient man. I knew that all would become clear in time.

“Please, Dad,” Mark said, the words he’d uttered a thousand times sending a pulse of arousal through his body. “Ignore me.”

“Who said that?” Colin said jokingly, and Katey looked up from her phone.

“Mark did.”

“I know, honey, I was just…”

Colin trailed off as the commercial ended, and his son began fondling his balls.

For the next few minutes, I sat and watched as Colin watched TV, Mark explored his father’s sweaty, muscular body, and Katey stared into her hand-held screen. I still hadn’t bothered ever using a phone—I’d gone to all the trouble of learning how to telegram, and then it had been replaced so quickly. It had been fascinating to watch humanity’s eyes collectively drop, and I’ll admit I was a little curious as to what was so intriguing about them…but communication devices are for those with others in their life. I was alone, and always would be.

Mark started by giving his father a sort of massage. His thin hands travelled up and down Colin’s rippling muscles, squeezing and carressing them, appreciating their form. I didn’t need to explore his mind to know that this was something he’d done countless times since I’d last seen them (this, incidentally, was when I realized it had been over a year since my last visit).

When you have the ability to implant an obsession—not a temporary obsession, but _years_ of obsession—you start to learn the patterns. Thanks to me, Mark had spent more than a decade sexually obsessed with his father’s body; his muscles, his form. Even now, even when he had access to his father’s exposed skin, he still took every chance he could to appreciate it, _just in case_ this was the last time.

And so in what I could see had become an almost ritualistic routine, Mark ran his hands over Colin’s naked body, feeling and appreciating every part of it, wiping his sweat around. Once he had touched every part of his Dad’s form, he began to taste it—his tongue explored his father’s arms, his legs, his nooks and crevices. It was truly fascinating to watch; obsession always is.

I could practically taste Colin’s sweat as Mark hungrily licked it up, occasionally stopping to sniff the particularly strongly-scented areas; his father’s armpits, his ballsack, his sweaty forehead. Despite being told to ignore his son, Colin was unable to stop his body reacting to the stimulation—his cock hardened as Mark sucked his ballsack, and soon his erection was pointing proudly at the ceiling; impressive, for a man his age.

Not that I was one to judge on that front, of course.

As Mark all but made love to his father’s naked, sweaty skin, Katey was sitting beside them on her phone, mindlessly texting.

“What are you watching?”

Very little surprises me these days, but I have to confess: Katey’s question made me jump, so enthralled I was with Mark’s worship of his father.

“ _Moonlighting_ ,” Colin grunted. I hadn’t even noticed what was on.

“Isn’t that Bruce Willis?”

Colin shuddered as his son’s tongue travelled slowly, lovingly up the side of his shaft.

“Yes,” he panted, trying desperately to ignore his son’s administrations. “This was where he got his start. What do you know Bruce Willis from?”

“ _Looper_ ,” Katey said, her eyes dropping back to her phone. Colin breathed a long sigh of relief as Mark began deep-throating him, as though he was somehow afraid of being ‘caught’, despite making no efforts to hide what was happening.

For the next few minutes, the only sounds were the rerun detecting from the TV, the clacking sounds of Katey’s nails against her phone’s glass screen, and the choking sounds that Mark made as he deep-throating his father.

The next time Katey spoke, I was ready for it.

“Hey Mark,” she said, glancing over at her brother, apparently seeing nothing amiss about his head rapidly bobbing up and down on their father’s cock. “Did you hear about Mr Stephens?”

Mark pulled his mouth away from Colin’s erection, causing another pleasure-shudder from his father. He casually stroked it with one hand as he answered his sister. “No?”

“He got fired today,” Katey said, her gaze returning to the screen in front of her. “No one could work out why, but Amanda just IM’d me—she reckons he was dating a student.”

“Mr Stephens? Really?”

I grinned. I could all but see Mark revisiting the fantasies he’d had about the teacher over the years. A quick peek told me that Mr Stephens had been his gym teacher—muscular enough to remind Mark of his father.

“Yeah,” Katey said. “One of the girls on the lacrosse team.”

Mark rolled his eyes at his ex-teacher’s heterosexuality, and resumed fellating Colin. Katey continued as though nothing was amiss. “Her parents found out, and called the school. Crazy, huh?”

“Mmm hmm,” Mark grunted around his father’s cock, making him twitch at the vibrations.

Katey fell silent, and a mischievous grin appeared on Mark’s face. “Hey Dad,” he said. “Keep watching the show, but stop ignoring me now. _Please_.”

As though someone had flipped a switch, Colin came to life. Clearly worked up, his dominant side came to the fore once more.

“I’m going to fuck your face,” he grunted, grabbing Mark’s hair and moving it back to his crotch. “I’m going to fuck your face until I cum down your throat.”

Mark looked like he was in heaven: his naked, muscular father was forcing his cock down his throat as hard as he could, his eyes fixated on the television in front of him, his little sister beside them, acting as though nothing was happening at all.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Caroline said, poking her head in. The mother. Glancing at her, I could see where Katey got her chest, although not her athletic build—Caroline certainly wasn’t out of shape, but she didn’t seem to have the same obsession with fitness that the rest of the family had picked up.

“Thanks, honey,” Colin said through gritted teeth. “Your son has almost sucked the cum out of me.”

“Sucking your Dad’s dick again, are you?” Caroline asked her son with a half-laugh. “Oh deary me. Well, boys will be boys…be quick! Dinner isn’t going to wait for you, not again.”

With that, she pottered back to the kitchen, leaving me with a smile. Apparently where Katey had been instructed to ignore what was happening entirely, Mark’s mother had been told to acknowledge it, but find it completely normal.

I couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises the family had in store for me.

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	Chapter 7

As the end credits of Moonlighting rolled, Colin was sitting naked on the couch, a firm grasp on his son’s hair, using his head as a sex toy. His teenage daughter was sitting fully-clothed beside him on the couch, instructed to be completely oblivious to what was going on.

I, meanwhile, was sitting across the room, watching everything with a gleam in my eye, no one else aware I was there.

“Take your shorts off,” Colin grunted. “I want to finger that ass of yours.”

My initial assumption was that this was a leftover instruction of Mark’s, but the boy’s reaction intrigued me. A quick glance into his mind told me that no, this wasn’t something he’d directly instructed, and that he was as confused as I was.

Just as confused, and twice as aroused.

If it had only been a few months since my last visit, I’m sure the stimulation provided by his father’s probing fingers would have been enough to distract Mark from his blowjob, but by now the boy was truly experienced. Rather than allow Colin’s loving gesture make his fellatio worse, Mark decided to reward his father and give him the best head he possibly could.

Colin’s eyes rolled back in his head as Mark redoubled his efforts, using his hands to fondle his father’s ballsack and shaft, his tongue stimulating his father’s head as much as he could, as his head was unceremoniously forced up and down.

All three of us could sense the older man getting close to orgasm, when Caroline interrupted once more.

“Okay boys, time’s up! Did you come?”

“ _No,_ ” Colin grunted in frustration. “Almost…there…”

“Too late,” Caroline said, waving a wooden spoon. Dinner is served! Mark, go downstairs and fetch your brother from the gym.”

As Katey unfolded her long legs and stood up, Mark continued thrusting his head up and down his father’s sizeable shaft.

“Mark, don’t make me tell you twice!”

There was a note of fear in Caroline’s voice, and I laughed as I read her thoughts to see what was worrying her. A year ago, she—and the whole family—had been worried about Mark’s rude manner, fearful that he was sabotaging his own future by refusing to be polite.

I’d altered this innocent family, turning Mark into an incest-obsessed homosexual dweeb, and ensuring that everyone would obey him…as long as he said ‘please’.

From Caroline’s perspective, my efforts had been a roaring success, and Mark had (as I said, to my great surprise) truly found himself in college, making friends and passing all his classes.

And so whenever he showed even a hint of rebellion, Caroline couldn’t help but worry that he was reverting back to his old ways, that they’d lost all the progress they’d made over the last twelve months.

“Listen to your mother,” Colin reluctantly ordered. It seemed he, too, had detected the uneasy tone in Caroline’s voice.

To the great relief of his mother, Mark removed his mouth from his father’s hard-on. “Can’t you send Katey?”

“I don’t want to go down there,” Katey said, flipping her hair. “It stinks.”

Katey, it seemed, preferred running to using the family gym.

“Yeah,” Mark said, a grin appearing on his face as he realized the truth of his sister’s words. “I guess I can grab him.”

* * *

Instructing the boy not to notice me, I moved downstairs ahead of him, and was immediately awash with the scent of _man_.

Phew. Katey hadn’t been kidding; it really did reek down here. Mostly sweat, but with plenty of cum mixed in. Clearly, this gym was used for all kinds of workouts.

As I settled down into a beanbag in the corner, I watched Mark pause at the bottom of the stairs, sniffing deeply with a huge smile. I’d really gone all in on the boy’s love of manly odors.

Michael grinned at the sight of his brother. Before me, the siblings had been close, but now they were _close_. “Hey Cumrag,” he said playfully. “What’s up?”

“Mom wanted me to get you—dinner’s ready.”

“Great,” Michael said. “I’ll finish this set and be right up. Can you spot me?”

Mark’s eyes gleamed.

“Sure thing,” he replied breathily. “But then you have to return the favor, okay?”

“I dunno,” Michael said, confused. “Didn’t you say Mom wanted us for dinner?”

“Please?”

“Oh of course,” the younger lad said. “Fitness comes first!”

That could practically have been the family’s motto. I wondered how Caroline got out of joining in the family’s three workouts per day.

“Great,” Michael said. “Bench press.”

I watched as Mark spotted his brother, helping him load up the weights and then hovering over him to make sure he wasn’t overwhelmed. I’d been expecting shenanigans, but it seemed that even when he was on the edge of exploding with arousal, the young deviant still prioritized gym safety.

“My turn,” he said, after the weights had been returned to their holder. “And hey, let’s finish this in the nude.”

“What?”

“Please,” Mark added, and Michael nodded, stripping down without another thought, and watching as his brother did the same.

The difference between the brothers was stark—Michael was an adonis, a perfect specimen of muscles and youthful beauty. He would have been an ideal model for an ancient Greek sculptor. I’ve seen (and created) my fair share of gorgeous men, and I could think of few that could challenge Michael for pure looks. Since I’d left, he’d apparently recommitted himself to the gym, focusing on workouts that made him look good…at Mark’s instruction, I suspected.

By comparison, Mark looked like a parody of a man. When I’d met him, he’d been just as attractive as his brother, but my changes had left him scrawny, pigeon-chested, more reminiscent of an awkward pile of bones than anything.

My changes had meant that no matter what Mark did, he’d never gain the muscle mass of his father or brother—for the rest of his days, he would resemble the bullied geek, the ‘before’ photo in an advertisement for gaining weight.

Even after everything I’d done to this family, I’d still left them as fundamentally good people—sweet and kind, no matter how deviant the incestuous acts they performed on each other. And so there was no chance Michael would make fun of his brother for not being able to perform the same workout as him.

“Please,” Mark said nonetheless. “I’m trying a new routine. Just treat it as if nothing is amiss, okay?”

“Of course,” Michael said. “Whatever you need, big brother.”

A wicked look appeared in Mark’s eye.

“Lay down on the bench,” Mark instructed, and Michael obliged. “Make your cock hard. Please.”

Without the final word, Michael still would have obeyed—he would have given his soft dick a few strokes thinking about one of his various sluts at school, or the last time he’d used his older brother’s ass as s fleshlight. With the command, however, he was simply immediately erect, his body following the instructions I’d all but written into his DNA.

“Thank you,” Mark said, scooping up a handful of Michael’s sweat, and coating his brother’s hardness in it. “I love this new workout.”

“No problem,” Michael said, “happy to help.”

Michael sat as his brother got into position, showing the same tenseness Mark had while spotting him—a sort of readiness, prepared to help at a moment’s notice.

“You ready?” Mark grunted, and Michael nodded as his brother slowly lowered his ass onto his brother’s dick.

Playing with his father had left Mark extremely turned on, and watching his brother lift weights had only exacerbated his condition. His skinny cock was throbbing red, and as he used his brother’s prostrate body to fuck his own ass, I could see that he was dying to play with it.

It required both his hands to raise and lower himself onto his brother’s cock, however, and with Michael completely unaware that his erection was being used in this ‘workout’ to fuck his brother, he could hardly ask him to help.

And so Mark’s hard cock remained untouched as he lifted himself up and down, counting as he did.

“…eight, ungh, nine, fuuuuck, ten!”

“Great job, bro,” Michael beamed, as Mark lifted himself up and off his brother’s cock. The dweebier-looking of the two brothers was now also coated in sweat—his ‘workout’ had left him exhausted and even more aroused than before. “Next up, squats!”

Mark’s cock didn’t wilt as he helped Michael load up the weighted bar. This time, he counted his brother’s reps for him, clearly enjoying the sight of his godlike brother’s thigh-muscles flexing as he raised and lowered the bar.

“Ten!”

Sweat was streaming out of Michael’s every pore. Even if the family had never used this room to fuck, it would have stunk like man. I was enjoying it, but Mark…he was practically floating at the sight of his brother’s naked, sweaty body.

“My turn,” he said, as the weights got locked back into place. “Just stand there, this is an easy one.”

“Sure thing,” Michael said, one hand on his hip. His erection had softened, but as Mark knelt in front of him, it started to perk up again—perhaps a Pavlovian thing. I knew that this was far from the first time he’d seen his older brother in this position, and I would have put money down that it always led to one or both of them cumming.

Just as he had upstairs, Mark gobbled down the thick cock staring him in the face without missing a beat. He must have become a true expert in deep-throating. Once it hit the back of his throat, he withdrew—to my amusement, Michael returned his brother’s favor, and began counting Mark’s ‘reps’.

“One,” he said with a grunt. Mark again moved his head all the way down, taking Michael’s entire cock inside him in a single motion. Unlike earlier with his father, Mark wasn’t using his hands to fondle Michael’s balls or stroke his shaft—instead, he was jerking himself off in time with the deepthroating.

“Two,” Michael said as his brother came up for air. “Three. Four. Five. Six.”

Even as his cock was expertly swallowed by his older brother, Michael acted as though he was doing nothing more than helping with a workout—his penis was clearly enjoying the attention, but the expression on his face confirmed that he had no idea what his brother was doing.

“Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Okay bro, that’s enough.”

Mark could have continued deepthroating his brother until both of them came, but he reluctantly pulled himself off Michael’s throbbing erection, and moved onto his brother’s final exercise.

As I looked around the home gym, I was impressed—they really had gone all out, kitting it out with everything from a elliptical to a fly machine. It was the latter that Michael sat in—the machine really did all the work, and so Mark used the opportunity to continue jerking off as he watched his brother’s gleaming muscles strain against the machine.

“Ten,” he panted—I could tell that he was right on the verge of cumming, but didn’t want to cum just from jerking off as he watched his brother. Not when he could do so much more than that. Not when he could do whatever he wanted.

“What’s next?” Michael asked, getting up.

“Stay there,” Mark said, a manic look in his eye.

“What?”

“Stay there,” he repeated, dropping to his knees once more.

“Bro,” Michael said in confusion, “you already did this exercise.”

Mark didn’t respond, just sucked his brother’s cock until it was hard and glistening once more.

“One,” he said with a grunt, turning around and lowering himself onto his brother’s erection, using the machine to steady himself. He was facing away from his brother in the reverse cowgirl position, closing his eyes with bliss as he felt Michael’s cock filling him up.

I’d expected him to follow it up with ‘two’, but instead he gave his brother an instruction. “Jerk me off,” he grunted.

Michael looked shocked. “In the middle of a set? You know that’s not…—”

“ _Please._ ”

“Well, if it helps you finish your reps…”

Michael’s hand snaked around and grabbed his brother’s erection, pumping it as Mark continued to fill his ass up with his brother’s hardness. As he raised and lowered his body, a series of moans and grunts left his mouth, followed—eventually—by “Two!”

“C’mon bro,” Michael said enthusiastically, as he jerked his brother off. “I believe in you. You can get to ten!”

“Three,” he panted, “fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me, bro!”

“I will,” Michael said supportively. “As soon as you finish this set!”

“Four. Fuck! Four. Four. Four. _Four_.”

“Five,” Michael prompted. “You can do it.”

“Five! Five, six, sex, sex, _sex_ …”

Michael’s hand was a blur. I was tempted to tinker, to prevent his older brother from being able to cum, but so far it had been such a delightful show without me making even a single change, I wanted to see how long I could hold out.

Longer than Mark, that was for sure—he didn’t even get to seven before reaching his orgasm, his dick pulsing as it shot string after string of semen all over the gym floor, some of it landing on the weights.

“ _Fuck_.”

As Mark’s orgasm subsided, he collapsed onto his brother’s cock, his eyes widening as Michael’s full erection filled him up.

The look on his face was one of pure bliss, and the two sibling sat in silence for almost a minute, Michael’s hand continuing to softly pump his brother’s softening erection.

“It’s okay,” Michael said, finally breaking the silence. “You tried, and that’s what matters.”

“Thanks, bro,” Mark smiled, leaning his head against his sibling’s chest.

I smiled at the sight of the two brothers—closer, thanks to me, than they would ever have been normally. I do what I do for very selfish reasons, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the glimpses of genuine good my actions cause.

Sensing a thought lurking in Michael’s head, I dove in to see what he was thinking. His cock was throbbing inside Mark’s tight ass, and he wanted to get off. Since I’d last seen him, he’d grown very comfortable using his brother as his own personal cumslut, and normally he would just order Michael to his knees (or bend him over the weight rack) and use him.

But the tender moment had gotten to him too, and a part of him didn’t want to kill the mood.

I would have loved to have seen where Michael landed, but before he could reconcile his two conflicting drives, a voice travelled down the stairs.

“Boys? Where _are_ you? Dinner’s served!”

“C’mon,” Mark said with a smile, fully aware of the blue balls he’d just caused his brother. “Time to eat!”

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	Chapter 8

I made my way upstairs ahead of the boys, and sat at the end of the table. They followed me, sweaty and completely naked, globs of Mark’s cum still drying at the end of his cockhead.

The boy was still hard. I was impressed—his erection wasn’t due to my influence; it likely had something to do with the fantasy life he was now living, the erotic taboo that surrounded him at all times. Everything he’d ever dreamt of was all coming true, and he was loving every minute of it.

Michael and Colin were also hard, but that impressed me less. Mark hadn’t yet allowed either of them to cum, and it was obvious how desperately they both wanted to get off.

“Sit down, sit down,” Caroline said, rolling her eyes at the sight of the three throbbing erections in front of her. Katey entered, clearly oblivious to the sexual goings-on around her. “Down! All of you. And your cocks, too, if you can.”

“What?” Katey asked, wrinkling her nose in confusion.

“I made brussels sprouts,” Caroline replied, ignoring her daughter’s question. “Your favorite!”

I’ve enjoyed some of the finest dishes ever made by mankind, so believe me when I say: brussels sprouts are one of the most foul foods I’ve ever encountered. I have no idea why anyone enjoys them. Once or twice I’d been tempted to test the limits of my powers, see if I could entirely erase them from existence…but that had always seemed to be a bit extreme, even for me.

“Thanks, Mom,” Katey said, cheerfully accepting the plate of mini hot dogs, her favorite food. “Who else wants one?”

“Yes please,” Mark said, and Katey immediately gave him the plate. He grinned as he realized what he’d inadvertently said, but accepted the mini hot dogs with glee. Everyone likes mini hot dogs.

As the family began eating, I could see Colin and Michael both fidgeting with frustration. Mark had gotten them both so worked up and so close to cumming; I was half-tempted to intervene, just to give them some relief.

Before I could, however, Mark spoke up.

“Please,” he said, interrupting his brother’s story about one of the sluts he’d been fucking at school—which was apparently just a normal, accepted topic at the dinner table since my alterations. “Everyone keep eating. Pretend I’m not doing anything.”

I grinned as Mark slipped under the table. He’d obviously decided to finish the job with his father the way he’d started it. Conversation continued over delicious mini hot dogs as Mark made his way to his father’s chair. From where I was sitting, I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing…but from Colin’s reaction, it wasn’t hard to guess.

“Great job, Michael,” he’d been saying. “You really are quite the slutslayer at school, aren’t you?”

“I learned it from you, Dad,” his son had responded. Colin’s eyes widened.

“Yes,” Colin panted. “I’m so glad you paid such—ah! Such close a-attention to your POPS!”

The women stopped eating, and stared at Colin strangely, as he reacted to his son’s efforts.

“You okay, Dad?” Katey asked, and Colin nodded.

“Peachy!” he half-shouted. “How was SCHOOL?”

Katey rolled her eyes, and launched into a story about Amanda’s new boyfriend, and what an absolute tool he was.

“Have you fucked Amanda, son?” Colin asked, twitching and sweating as Mark gave him what I could only assume was an incredible blowjob underneath the table.

“Yeah,” Michael said with a shrug. “She was a pretty hot fuck. Really great at deepthroating.”

“You don’t SAY!” Colin yelped. I couldn’t resist glancing under the table, just to confirm what was going on.

Yup. Just as I’d suspected. Mark had deepthroated his father immediately after hearing Michael’s comment.

“What else did she do?” Colin asked, as Katey pulled out her phone. The conversation had turned sexual, which was apparently her cue to check out.

“Is she the one who liked to finger your ass while she blew you?” Caroline asked, with the casualness of one asking about a hair color.

Colin suddenly sat up straight, and I inferred that Mark had taken his mother’s question as a cue as well.

“Nah, that was Marybeth,” Michael said. “The religious one.”

“Oh yes,” Caroline nodded. “I think she goes to church with our postman.”

“Postal worker,” Katey corrected. I rolled my eyes at her political correctness. One of the side-effects of being thousands of years old was that I could be a bit of a fuddy-duddy when it came to changing language.

I know, I know. I’m old-fashioned. But that’s the thing about being me—I don’t need to adapt. Not when I can just adapt everyone around me.

“Pete the Postman?” Michael asked.

“Postal _slut_ ,” Katey corrected again. I grinned at the look of confusion on her face. “ _Slut_ , she muttered to herself. “Slut, slut… _slut_.”

She shook it off, and the conversation continued.

“No, Stephen.”

“Whatever happened to Pete?” Colin asked, chewing on a mini hot dog. “I liked him much better than Stephen.”

His eyes widened as a gagging noise came from underneath the table.

“He moved over to Bridgetown,” Caroline said. “Now his route goes right past where your cousin lives.”

A voice could suddenly be heard from underneath the table.

“Please, Dad—talk dirty to me while I suck you off. Everyone else, please ignore what I’m doing down here.”

“Faster,” Colin instructed, a vein appearing on his head. Caroline furrowed her brow.

“Not really,” she said. “I mean, it’s so hilly there—his route here probably took half as long.”

“Yeah Dad,” Katey said sarcastically. “I can’t believe you haven’t memorized the postal _slut_ ’s routes.”

She looked confused once more, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“More,” Colin groaned. “Deeper!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop blathering on,” Caroline said with a grumble. “No need to make fun of the fact I keep track of what Pete’s up to. Oh, did you know he got remarried?”

“Good slut,” Colin gasped, his face turning red. “Such a good slut.”

“Probably,” Caroline chuckled. “She was pregnant six months into the marriage, _if you know what I mean._ ”

“I think I’ve knocked up two or three of the sluts at my school,” Michael announced casually. Katey slapped her forehead.

“God, Michael. Are _you_ the reason Cynthia had to drop out of school?”

“Suck on it, you little tramp!” Colin interjected.

“I thought you liked Cynthia,” Caroline frowned. She looked at her husband, covered in sweat, a vein threatening to pop out of his forehead. “Colin? Are you okay?”

“Which one was Cynthia?” Michael asked.

“Little cocksucker,” Colin moaned. “Perfect little…cocksucker.”

“Oh yeah, with the undercut.”

“That’s her,” Katey nodded.

“Yeah, probably. I fucked her a few times before I got bored.”

Katey sniffed. “Well, thanks to you, she had to go live with her family upstate. Sharon was devastated—she was her best friend.”

“Colin?” Caroline repeated, a concerned look on her face. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Gonna finish…” Colin replied, pounding the table. His eyes were wide, darting around without actually looking at anything. “Gonna finish!”

Caroline looked down her nose at her husband’s plate.

“Really? You’ve barely touched your mini…—”

Her response was drowned out as Colin let out a loud moan, his hips bucking repeatedly as he—presumably—came down his son’s throat.

The table fell silent as Mark crawled out from under the table, a smug look on his face. When his mother shot him a quizzical look, he opened his mouth to reveal that it was full of Colin’s seed.

“Mark,” Caroline said, a half-smile on her face. “Is that your father’s come?”

Mark nodded, and swallowed it with pride.

“It’s my favourite meal,” he replied with a grin.

“I thought Pete was dating that Oriental girl from the grocery store,” Colin said, as if nothing had happened. Katey glared at him as he popped another mini hot dog into his mouth.

“ _Dad_ ,” she said. “You can’t call them Oriental. They’re _hookers_. No, _hookers_. They’re…—”

“That’s right,” Caroline responded. “They have a little baby boy now. Eight months old, cute as a button. Of course, half-casts always are, aren’t they?”

On the other side of the table, Mark was positioning himself on his brother’s lap.

“Please,” he said quietly as Katey tried to tell her mother that half-cast was an offensive term, and that she should instead be saying cumslut. “Keep on eating.”

Michael nodded, and tried to eat around his brother as Mark slowly lowered his ass onto Michael’s hardness.

“I haven’t fucked an Asian girl,” Michael grunted.

“Really?” Colin replied. “Oh, they’re great. Very submissive.”

“And how would you know that, mister?” Caroline asked. Mark moaned in pleasure; he’d managed to take the entirety of his brother’s cock almost immediately, and had started raising and lowering his body on Michael’s enormous rod.

“My father told me,” Colin responded. “He spent two years in ’Nam. Said that they’d do anything you told them to.”

The entire table was shaking now as Mark raised and lowered his scrawny body, fucking himself with his brother’s cock as Michael tried to continue eating.

“Mark, darling, do be careful,” Caroline admonished. “And Colin, I don’t think I’d trust your father’s opinion on these matters. Remember what he told you about colored women?”

“ _Dickholes,_ Mom,” Katey said. “I mean, _dickholes_.”

“Oh, fuck!” Mark cried. “God I love being your little slut.”

“I’d forgotten about that,” Colin chuckled. “Still, he wasn’t really wrong, was he?”

“Please, Michael, tell me I’m your slut.”

“You’re my little slut,” Michael growled. “You’re my little cumslut big brother.”

“Fuck!”

“I suppose you’re right,” Caroline said, returning her husband’s grin. “Of course, I don’t know if you can say they’re _all_ angry—you did hit her car, honey.”

“Please, Michael,” Mark moaned. “Finish your dinner and fuck me. Finish your dinner and fuck me on the table.”

“I wouldn’t have hit it if she’d been in the right lane,” Colin grumbled.

Michael pulled his brother off his dick, and scarfed down the remaining mini hot dogs from his plate. When he was done, he used his arm to clear space in the middle of the table, and threw his brother into it.

“Michael…” Caroline said, her forehead creased as she looked at the mess her sons had just made. “Please be more careful with the plates.”

“Sorry Mom,” Michael grunted, moving into the missionary position, and lining his cock up with Michael’s waiting hole. “Gotta cum inside Mark.”

“Well, be quick about it,” she replied, starting to gather plates. “Katey, will you help please?”

Katey sighed.

“Why do _I_ have to help?” she sighed, her eyes seeming to roll off the sight of her brothers fucking in the middle of the table.

“Your brother needs to cum,” Caroline replied. “You saw how worked up he was at the start of dinner. I’m surprised his balls weren’t bright blue!”

“Whatever,” Katey muttered, picking up plates around the fornicating siblings in the middle of the table. Colin was simply watching his sons, sipping on a can of Coke, licking his fingers clean of pastry and sweat.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” Mark moaned, as his brother began fucking him in earnest. “Fuck! Michael!”

“I’m gonna cum,” Michael replied through gritted teeth. “Oh, Christ, Mark, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside me,” Mark ordered. “Cum inside your slut brother.”

“You’re such a whore,” Michael growled. “Such a faggot whore.”

“Ohhhhh!”

“Michael!” Katey called from the kitchen. “Sharon just texted—she wants to know if you’re going to come around and fuck her tonight!”

“I’m busy!” Michael responded. With every thrust, sweat was dripping off his face onto his brother. Mark looked like he was in heaven.

“She wants to know now!” Katey replied, and Michael rolled his eyes.

“What time?”

“Cum inside me,” Mark repeated. This time, it seemed like more of a plea than a command. “Michael, do it. Do it do it do it do it.”

“She says she’s free in an hour or two!”

“Do it do it fuck meeee.”

“Mom, can I go fuck Sharon at nine?”

Caroline poked her head back into the dining room.

“Do you need to borrow the car?”

“No,” Michael said breathily. “She’s only like two blocks away.”

“That should be fine, sweetie.”

“Fuck meeeeee…”

Mark’s eyes rolled back in his head. Michael’s body was blocking my view of the skinny boy’s penis, but from the way he was twitching and jerking as his brother continued pounding into him, it looked like he was cumming.

“Tell her I’ll be there at nine!”

“Kay!”

“Please,” Mark gasped. “Please, Michael…cum inside me.”

A look of pure animal lust came across the jock’s face, and he resumed rapidly pounding his cock into his brother’s willing asshole. It didn’t take more than a few hard thrusts before his entire body tensed up.

“I’m cumming,” Michael groaned. “Fuck!”

For the next minute or so, Michael twitched, his cock buried deep inside his older brother. Finally, when it seemed his orgasm had subsided, he started to pull out—but to my surprise, instead of pulling out completely, he gave his brother a few more long, slow thrusts.

Just as he was pulling out, Caroline returned with dessert. She scrunched her nose at the sight of Mark’s gaping asshole dripping his brother’s cum onto the table.

“I hope you’ll be cleaning that up,” she scolded. Her eyes were drawn to Michael’s softening cock. “And I hope _you_ have enough left for Sharon. Your sister tells me she’s very excited that you’re coming by tonight.”

“I’ll be fine,” Michael said with a cocky grin. “I always leave them satisfied.”

“That’s my boy,” Colin said. He’d been sitting at the end of the table, watching proudly as his two sons fucked each other to orgasm. “Go get ’em.”

“Not until after dessert,” Caroline added.

With a bit of effort, Mark managed to make his way to the end of the table, and get down. From the looks of it, his knees were weak, and he had a dazed look on his face. It was tempting to dive into his memories and see how often this sort of thing happened over dinner, but in a sense, it was more fun just to speculate.

Katey rejoined the family, and soon all five members of what had once been an innocent, God-fearing family were enjoying their ice cream cones together, as Michael’s cum gently oozed out of Mark’s ass.

“Okay Michael,” Caroline said as soon as everyone was done. “Your turn to collect the plates.”

Michael rolled his eyes, but as he stood up, Mark stood up as well.

“Wait,” he said, an earnest tone in his voice. “First, I have an announcement to make.

“Mom, Dad, Michael, Katey…I’ve been living a lie for too long. I have to tell you—I’m gay.”

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	Chapter 9

It’s hard to say who was more surprised—Mark’s brother, father, sister, mother…or me.

Obviously, it would be easy to suspect that I had something to do with it. What were the odds that Mark would choose tonight of all nights to come out, the night I’d just randomly happened to stumble back into the family’s life?

I swear by my immortality, I had nothing to do with it. Since the moment I’d arrived that night, I had simply observed the family’s goings-ons; the only tweak I’d made was to the food.

Here’s the thing about coincidences: you only notice them when they happen. You can visit your aunt a hundred times over your lifetime, but if she drops dead _right after_ one visit, you’re going to think it means something.

Perhaps I’m jaded—a long, lonely life can do that to a man—but I really don’t believe that anything means _anything_.

Mark coming out was a strange coincidence, but it was only one of a million strange coincidences that _could_ have occurred. I could have stopped by on a night when Katey revealed she was pregnant, or the family announced that they were moving interstate, or Colin announced he was secretly a Russian spy.

I could also have stopped by on an uneventful day—aside from the events put into play by my presence, of course. I did last time, after all.

Coincidences happen. And so—just as I’d been about to jump in and start meddling—this coincidence offered such yummy prospects, I decided to sit back and simply watch to see how the family would react to Mark’s news.

“That’s wonderful,” Caroline said, beaming at her son. “Oh, honey, I’m so proud that you’ve found yourself.”

“I always suspected that might be the case,” Colin said, taking another lick of his icecream. “Something about the way you looked while your brother fucked you…yeah, I think a part of me always knew.”

Mark turned to his sister, who was all smiles. “This is so cool! Now I’m going to have a stud straight brother _and_ a stud gay brother.”

I sat back, disappointed.

Just fifty years ago, the news would have been enough to get Mark exiled…but even through my meddling, the family were still good. Supportive. Loving.

_Boring_.

Michael was the last to weigh in; my last hope for a bit of juicy drama.

“Great news,” he said with a grin, reaching out and ruffling his older brother’s hair.. “I always wondered why you didn’t have a girlfriend. Long as you still let me use you as my personal Cumrag, you can be gay, straight, or into sex with trees for all I care.”

I shook my head. This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all.

I have many powers. Altering minds, bodies, time…food. They each take different amounts of effort to use, so I was suddenly very glad that I hadn’t done anything to the Vaughns so far.

With a snap of my fingers, we were suddenly back in time thirty seconds. It took a lot out of me, but I still had a small amount of my energy left. It only took a moment for my changes to be made—with a tired smile, I sat back to watch a _much_ more interesting version of events unfold.

“Mom, Dad, Michael, Katey…I’ve been living a lie for too long. I have to tell you—I’m gay.”

The family sat back in shock. Mark trailed off, clearly expecting something closer to the first set of reactions he’d received. He stood there, drowning in an awkward pause, desperately waiting for someone to speak.

His father was the first to break the silence.

“Mark,” he said, his voice rich with disappointment. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Mark replied, immediately raising his defenses. “I wasn’t looking for your approval.”

Caroline slowly shook her head.

“I can’t believe it,” she said, her gaze downcast. “Where did we go wrong as parents?”

Her two sons shared a look of shock, but for very different reasons.

“You’re _queer_?” Michael spat. “Oh my god—I’ve been fucking you for a year now! Does that make _me_ gay as well?”

“No!” Mark snapped. “That’s not how it works.”

Meanwhile, Katey was on her phone, her fingers tapping away rapidly.

“I need to tell everyone about this,” she said. “God—it’s so _gross_.”

His daughter’s words made a vein appear on Colin’s forehead. “Stop!”

Everyone turned to face him. He was a strange shade of purple, his face colored with anger and fear.

“Don’t tell _anyone_ ,” he hissed at Katey. “This is a family problem, and we’re going to solve it like a family. Right here, right now.”

Everyone nodded—Caroline, Katey and Michael with worried looks on their face, and Mark out of terror. He’d expected acceptance, approval…but the rest of his family was treating his confession like a crime that needed to be covered up.

“Mark,” Colin said, turning to his scrawny son. “Do you know how hard your life will be as a gay man?”

“No…” Mark responded, and I used a small amount of my remaining energy to alter the young man once more.

I’ll tell you what, I knew I’d be sleeping well _that_ night. The last time I’d used this much energy in a single sitting was when I’d turned an entire country’s parliament gay, just to see what would happen.

Within a few seconds, I’d replaced Mark’s ability to command his family with the word ‘please’ for a deep, profound respect for his father. No longer would he be ordering his old man about—now, he’d be listening to his guidance, heeding his wisdom, willing to try anything his Dad recommended.

“It’ll be harder than you could ever imagine,” Colin said. “The real world isn’t like college—it’s hard out there.”

Mark nodded. As soon as his father said it, he accepted it as the truth.

“You’ll be judged. Shunned. Some people are going to hate you, just because of…because of who you are.”

Visions of a lonely adulthood flashed before Mark’s eyes. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the 300-degree turn I’d done on Colin. Mildly homophobic to fucking his son on a daily basis, then right around to complete bigotry.

“So please, answer this carefully—are you _sure_ that you’re gay?”

Mark took the time to carefully consider his father’s question.

“I…yeah. I mean, I think so.”

Colin leaned forward, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“You _think_ so? So there’s still a chance that you’re straight?”

“I mean…I guess.

The look in his father’s eyes clearly meant a lot to Mark; as he tried desperately to give his father what he wanted.

“Let’s look at this logically,” Caroline chimed in. “Mark, honey…have you ever been with a woman?”

Her son scowled at the idea.

“No,” he said firmly.

“Well, there you go!” she replied, clapping her hands together. “How can you _know_ you’re straight if you’ve never even tried it?”

“Your mother’s right,” Colin nodded. He glanced around the room. “Katey, Michael—clear the table. We’re going to try something.”

As his kids scurried to obey his commands, I reached into Mark’s consciousness, curious to witness what exactly the boy was going through. His mind was racing, scrambling to catch up with the new situation. His plan had been to tell them that he was gay now, and in a year or two drop the news that he was attracted to them. At the time, he’d known that adding “please” to any admission would be enough for them to accept it without hesitation—now that I’d removed that power from his memory, he couldn’t see a clear way forward, and was happy to leap onto his parents’ suggestion.

“Fake it until you make it, kid,” he said, slapping his huge hand onto Mark’s slender shoulder. The young man winced with pain, but continued listening eagerly to his father’s words. “Right now, you think you’re straight, but that’s fixable. The first step—you’ve got to _act_ like you’re straight.”

I was amused to see how naturally Colin had stepped back into his role as teacher. Katey and Michael finished clearing the table, and stood to see what their father wanted next.

“Katey, sit there,” he said, pointing at the bare wood. “Hon, you sit next to her.”

“What?”

“Trust me,” he said, turning back to his son. “Mark, the best way to act like you’re straight is to do what straight people do.”

“Dance badly?”

Colin shook his head. “This is serious, kiddo.”

“C’mon, Cumrag,” Michael interjected. “If you keep joking around, we’ll never be able to fix you.”

Mark winced at the declaration that he had to be ‘fixed’, and turned back to his father.

“What do straight people do?”

“They have sex with women. They have sex with women in the way you can _only_ have sex with women. No mouths, no butt stuff. Straight sex.”

Mark’s eyes widened as he looked at his mother and sister sitting on the table expectantly. The incest fetish I’d planted a year ago hadn’t extended to them, and I my energy reserve was too tapped for me to make that change now.

No, whatever happened next would be out of obedience to his father, not an implanted incestuous lust.

“You think you’re gay, so I’m going to have to show you exactly how it works.”

“But…”

“What is it, son?”

“I mean, I’m willing to try, but…”

Once more, he tried desperately to dodge the inevitable.

“…where are we going to find some women?”

Colin smiled. Confirming his son’s nightmare, he gestured to the two women sitting on the dining-room table.

“Right here,” he said proudly. “Katey and your mother will be more than happy to help out.”

The girls’ eyes widened as they realized why they’d been positioned on the table. After a moment, Caroline relaxed, but Katey was still tense.

“We’ll do whatever we need to,” Caroline nodded. She had an earnest look on her face, and was staring straight at her son. “Whatever will help you get over your…condition.”

I couldn’t resist peeking into Caroline’s mind. She’d been affected the least out of the entire family—the only direct changes I’d made to her were implanting fears of Mark’s rudeness (and now homosexuality) destroying his life, obeying her son’s polite requests, and now going along with whatever her husband suggested.

In turn, the only major command Mark had given her was to accept whatever he did with his father and brother as normal.

Caroline wasn’t putting it on—she was genuinely relaxed, eager to do whatever she could to ‘save her son’. If that meant having intercourse with him, well…it was worth it, to keep her family together.

Katey, meanwhile, looked terrified. Until I turned back time, she’d been completely oblivious to the sexual activity occurring around her—she hadn’t ever noticed Mark sucking or being fucked by her father, or their brother. She’d just been a normal teenage girl, when suddenly her brother had come out, and her father had suggested she fucked him to keep him straight.

But just like her mother, I’d given Katey an overwhelming urge to protect her brother from harm.

There was nothing she wouldn’t do to save Mark.

Nothing.

Michael’s changes had been the simplest, in a sense. I’d simply undone a lot of what had been done to him since he’d first walked in on his brother sucking off his Dad. He’d reverted to the energetic, loving little brother who looked up to his elder sibling, willing to help him any way he could.

Just like the last time I’d witnessed sex education lessons within the family, Michael would be enthusiastic to do whatever he could to help Mark learn.

“Take off your pants,” Colin instructed his eldest son. “You too, Mark. Ladies, lose the tops—the first thing we’re going to look at today is titty-fucking.”

Despite my exhaustion, I felt my centuries-old cock thickening in anticipation. Katey’s enormous jugs were what had led me back to the Vaughn household and now, finally, I was going to see them in all their glory.

My eyes lit up as she nervously, reluctantly shrugged off her top, then reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. Her discomfort was obvious, intoxicating. It was clear that if there was anything else she could do, any other way she could help her brother, she’d eagerly take it…but this was the only plan that the family had, and she felt like she had no choice.

As her tits came into view, I only got a brief glimpse at her large, flat nipples, before she self-consciously covered them with her arms.

“Why do we both need to do this?” she asked, her voice quavering. “I mean, can’t Mark and Mom…”

She trailed off, unable to bring herself to verbalize the incestuous act that was going to occur.

Colin shook his head. “This is about more than just the mechanics of it. You don’t throw your cock into any pair of tits and suddenly become straight. Being straight is more than just titty-fucking, it’s more than just vaginal penetration. There are as many flavors of straightness as there are stars in the sky, and so we’re going to need to show Mark what some of his options are.”

I could tell that Katey didn’t find this argument particularly convincing, but she’d hit the limit of what she was comfortable discussing, so instead of arguing further, she nodded and sat back to see what was to come next.

Her eyes widened at the sight of her brothers’ cocks. Despite having been exposed to them countless times over the past twelve months, this was the first time she was actually _noticing_ them.

In order to give Mark a more pleasurable experience, I’d sized him up to match his father. As Colin lowered his trousers, Katey and her mother were faced with three fully-grown erections—Colin and Mark were sprouting identical dicks on _very_ different bodies; Colin was tall, rippling with muscles, pratically oozing confidence out of his sweat-covered pores, while Mark was thin, scrawny, and less than two-thirds his father’s height.

Michael’s physique closely resembled his father’s, although he was slightly more lean than his old man, and his cock was smaller as well. The last change I’d made to Katey was an _extremely_ vivid imagination—as soon as she saw the three erections proudly standing at attention, she’d uncontrollably imagined herself being taken by all three. “Airtight”, as I once heard someone describe it.

She bit her lip to hold back a moan, and I could see her subtly rub her thighs together.

Of everyone in the room except me, I suspected Katey was going to enjoy what came next the most.

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	Chapter 10

“Now,” Colin continued. “Like I said, it’s about _more_ than titty-fucking, but that’s the best place to start. Honey?”

His wife nodded, and lay back on the table.

“Let’s start with your mother,” Colin boomed confidently, clambering onto the table. “Mark, get somewhere that you can see this clearly.”

Mark obeyed—partially because I’d ensured he would follow his father’s every command, of course, but I think the close-up view of his father’s cock was a major draw as well.

Even after all the time he’d spent up close and personal with it, the lad just couldn’t get enough of his Dad’s dick.

“You might remember from the other sex education lesson I gave you, there are basically two types of women. Ladies, and sluts.”

Caroline arched one eyebrow.

“And which am I?”

Colin beamed down at his wife. “You’re a lady, of course.”

He paused, chewing his lip. “…unless you’d rather I treat you like a slut?”

Caroline’s frosty glare was all the response Colin needed. The tip of his nose turned pink, and he focused his attention back on his son.

“Your mother is a lady,” he repeated. “But that doesn’t mean that you can’t fuck her titties, if the mood is right. Imagine you’ve just finished a lovely dinner, you’re both in the mood for sex, but she’s on her period, and doesn’t want to blow you.”

“Couldn’t I just fuck her ass?” Mark asked, wrinkling his nose up in confusion.

Colin sighed.

“I’ll take this one,” Caroline interjected wearily. “Son, if you’re going to be straight— _which you are_ —it’s probably safest to avoid asses for a while. Maybe forever.”

“Even…women’s asses?”

“Well, firstly, for you there’s no other option. You _will_ be straight, which means women are the only thing you’re going to be interested in for a while. It’s probably best to even stop masturbating—after all, when you’re masturbating, you’re getting off to a man’s hand.”

“Listen to your mother,” Colin added. “She knows what she’s talking about here.”

My cock throbbed at the sight of total dejection on Mark’s face at his parents’ words.

“And secondly, when a woman is on her period, a cock up the ass is the last thing she wants. _Trust me._ ”

Mark nodded.

“So in this case,” Colin said, taking over from his wife. “What’s left? Well, she could give you a hand-job, true, but now that you’re straight, you’d always rather nestle your cock between a lovely big pair of breasts.”

As he spoke, the father of three had positioned his cock between his wife’s breasts. “Michael, run into the kitchen and grab me some olive oil.”

“Do you want lube, Dad? Because I’ve got some here.”

As Michael reached into his pocket, his Dad threw him a stern look. “I said olive oil—your mother is a _lady_ , and she will be treated like one.”

When the younger of Colin’s sons returned with the olive oil, the middle-aged man poured it all over his wife’s exposed tits. ”How does that feel, honey?”

“Lovely, thank you,” she smiled back.

“Now, son, do you see how we’re speaking to each other?”

“Yeah…”

As he continued, Colin began moving his hips forward and backward, thrusting his sizable cock between his wife’s large tits.

“This is how you treat a lady. Soft, loving words. A gentle touch. With _respect_. And in return, she’ll do what she can to make you feel good.”

Picking up on her husband’s prompt, Caroline pushed her tits together, and began sliding them up and down the cock between them.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “This feels good. There’s nothing quite like fucking a nice big pair of tits.”

For the next few minutes, the room was filled with the sound of Colin and Caroline’s moans, and the sound of flesh against flesh. Mark looked uncomfortable as hell, watching his mother use her tits to get her husband off, but in deference to his father’s order, he kept watching, mentally taking notes all the while.

“So,” Colin said, not slowing down for a moment, “this is how you do it with a lady. Michael, get up here—you’re going to use your sister to show Mark how we treat sluts.”

“Hey!”

Colin rolled his eyes. “I’m not calling you a slut, honey—but for the sake of this demonstration, that’s the part you’ll have to play. Unless you’re suggesting we should treat your _mother_ as the slut here.”

“No,” Katey sighed. “It’s fine. If this is the only way to…help Mark.”

“It is,” her father nodded. “I wish that weren’t the case, but it is.”

Michael’s cock was larger than his father’s, and Katey’s tits were larger than her mothers…which, as he positioned his hard-on, made it appear even smaller.

“Use that lube you had earlier,” his father commanded. “You’re going to need a lot of it.”

“Why will he need more lube than you did?” Mark asked, confused.

“Great question!” Colin said with a huge smile. “You’ll notice here that your mother and I are both contributing about half the work to the titty-fucking, right?”

“Uh huh…”

“If you’ll remember, we don’t work together with sluts. What do we do with them instead?”

“…fuck them?”

“Close,” Colin said. “Michael?”

“We use them,” the younger son responded. “Sluts exist for our pleasure, and our pleasure only, so we use them.”

“Why don’t you demonstrate?”

Colin’s brow was coated with sweat.

“Mark, pay attention.”

Mark reluctantly moved his gaze from his father’s huge cock to his brother’s, which had just started sliding between their sister’s huge, naked tits. She was staring at Michael’s erection with awe.

“No wonder all my friends are so crazy about this thing…”

“That’s right, slut,” Michael grunted, thrusting his hips back and forth. “You’re going to be too, after I’m done with you. My cock owns you now.”

“Dad!”

Colin’s eyes were closed as he continued to pump his erection in-between his wife’s tits. As Katey repeated her plea, he slowed his pace and opened his eyes, annoyed. “What?”

“Michael’s being a dick.”

“Am not!”

“Katey, do you want your brother to go the rest of his life a sexual deviant, unloved and unlovable?”

“No…” the teenage girl replied reluctantly.

“Then he needs to learn how to treat a slut, which is the role you’ll be playing today. That means Michael is going to have to demonstrate on you, and it’s important that you play along. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Katey grumbled, turning back to her brother.

“Good. Now, Michael, do you want to have another go?”

“This cock is going to own you,” he repeated, grabbing his sister’s nipples roughly. She yelped in pain and surprise, but immediately fell silent. “You’re going to be a slut for my cock every night from now on.”

“Do you see what he’s doing there, Mark?”

“Yeah,” Mark nodded. “It’s kind of like how I want guys to talk to me.”

Colin’s mouth twisted. “Kind of,” he agreed. “But also completely, completely different. Why don’t you try?”

As her husband’s dick was removed from between her tits, Caroline let out a soft moan of frustration. I wondered if I’d underestimated the matriarch of the family’s inherent perversion—it’s a rare woman who gets turned on from having her tits fucked…at least, before my influence.

Mark also looked disappointed as Colin put his angry-red erection away; it was clear to everyone that he’d been getting ready to blow, but he was putting his son’s education first. It was admirable, in a sense.

Caroline looked up at her eldest son with pride as he moved his cock between her tits. “You can do this,” she whispered supportively. “I know you can.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he said with a smile, and began mirroring his brother’s thrusts, sliding the full length of his cock between his mother’s exposed breasts.

“No no no,” his father corrected, reaching out and grabbing Mark’s cock to halt its motion. It throbbed in his hand, and Colin recoiled as though he had just touched a red-hot stoveplate.

After a moment, he recovered, and continued his instructions in a gentle voice. “Your mother is a lady; she’ll do at least half the work. Why don’t you thank her for letting you do this?”

“Thank you for letting me…fuck your tits,” Mark said, stumbling over the words. “I really appreciate it.”

“That’s okay, darling,” Caroline replied, her voice filled with love. “I’ll do anything I can to help my family.”

“Now, let her start off, and then try to match her pace.”

Caroline started sliding her oil-coated breasts up and down Mark’s erection, and it wasn’t long before he’d found the same pace his father had, just a few minutes ago.

“There we go!” Colin said supportively.

“Am I doing it right?” Mark asked nervously, and his father nodded.

“You’re doing a great job,” he said. “You’re a natural! How does it feel?”

“It feels okay,” Mark admitted. “Mom’s really good at this.”

“Don’t tell me that, tell her!”

“You’re really good at this, Mom,” Mark said with a smile, and his mother beamed back at him.

“Thanks, son. You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Are you sure I’m not screwing this up?”

“You’re nailing it, son,” Colin smiled. “Or should I say nailing _them_.”

The three of them laughed.

As Mark got more and more comfortable with the heterosexual incestuous act he’d found himself in, it became increasingly clear that Caroline was enjoying herself. With every third or fourth thrust, she’d give out a small moan of pleasure, although it could be hard to hear over Michael’s dirty-talk.

While his mother had her tits fucked by his little brother, Michael was showing his sister no mercy. He was fucking her tits, calling her names, pinching her nipples, and even lightly slapping her from time to time…and Katey was either _loving_ it, or had really taken to heart her father’s advice about acting like a slut.

I could have dipped into her mind to find out, but I can’t lie—I was enjoying not knowing.

Well, I can lie. There’s very little I _can’t_ do, but I can definitely lie.

“Okay,” Colin eventually said, after almost ten minutes of watching his wife’s huge breasts moving up and down around his son’s cock. “You’ve clearly demonstrated that you know how to treat a lady…now, let’s see how you do with a slut.”

Both of the Vaughn women let out identical moans as the brothers’ cocks were removed from between their tits. I would have bet pretty heavily on Caroline’s being genuine, but I still wasn’t sure how much was just Katey playing a part.

Colin watched as his son reluctantly placed his erection between Katey’s enormous knockers.

“Remember,” Colin said gently, “unlike your mother, your sister isn’t going to help you out here. It’s up to you to use her as a sex toy, to completely dominate her and treat her like…well, like the slut that she is.”

“You can do it,” Katey said, looking up at her older brother proudly. “I know you can!”

“You’re a little shit,” Mark said trepidatiously, and Colin pursed his lips.

“Not bad,” he said, “but still a little fecal. Why don’t you focus on women-specific insults for a while, while you get the hang of it?”

“You’re a bitch,” Mark spat, and Michael nodded encouragingly.

“Yeah, bro,” he said. “Just like that.”

“You’re a horrible sister. And you’re terrible at video games!“

Colin held up his hand, and Mark fell silent.

“Focus on sex,” he reminded him. “She’s a _woman_ , and you’re using her for sex.”

A look of disgust flashed over Mark’s face, but he nodded at his father’s words.

“Remember what your brother said,” Colin prompted. “He’s a real master at this.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Okay,” Mark said, taking a deep breath. “I can do this.”

“Of course you can, dude,” Michael interjected.

“We all believe in you,” Carol added.

“Katey, you’re…you’re a slut.”

“Good,” Colin nodded. “More!”

“You’re a slut…whore. You’re a whore slut!”

“Dominate her,” Colin coached. “Tell her who she belongs to!”

“You’re mine,” Mark said, his confidence growing as the words spilled out of his mouth. “I own you. I own your…your pussy! I own your breasts! And your nipples. Both of them!”

“Dude, you are _nailing_ this,” Michael said.

“I own your c-cunt. Your cunt was built for cock. My cock! My cock, inside your cunt. And your breasts! Your breasts were built also for my cock. In fact…all of you was! Every inch of your…your female body. It’s mine, mine to fuck whenever I want! You’re my whore slut, and I’m going to fuck you!”

The entire family burst into applause at Mark’s words.

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	Chapter 11

“Great job,” Colin said, his voice filled with pride at the sight of his son’s efforts. “Michael, while your brother practices, can you bring your cock over here? Caroline, get it a little wet for me, would you?”

I don’t know if it was the sight of a topless, middle-aged woman licking her son’s cock clean of cheap lube, but I felt a sudden burst of energy, and decided to put it to good use. As Mark continued fucking his sister’s tits, I made some alterations—nothing that would completely exhaust me, just a slow reinflation of his chest.

By the time Colin was ready for the next lesson, Mark’s pectoral muscles had almost finished rebuilding. He was still skinny, but now he at least had _some_ muscle on him.

“Now,” Colin said, his teacher voice in full force. “Let’s get aspirational.”

“Cheap cheating titty-fucking whore…” Mark gasped, before realizing that his father was talking. “Sorry pops.”

Colin had a huge grin on his face. “Believe me, son, you don’t need to apologize for being _too_ into fucking a nice big pair of boobs. But let’s pause that for a moment, and move to the next lesson.”

This time when Katey let out a small moan of disappointment, I was more convinced that it was real. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.

“What do you mean aspirational?” Michael asked, and Colin lit up.

“I’m glad you asked,” he said, his deep voice filling the room. “Every straight man has a single aspiration in life. What do you think it is?”

“To…have sex with a supermodel?”

“No,” his father replied with a laugh. “But not a bad guess. Michael?”

“To have a threesome,” he responded immediately. “Two girls. One guy.”

Mark wrinkled up his nose. “Really?”

“Of course,” Colin nodded. “Remember, we love boobs. We love pussy.”

“Right,” Mark nodded. “I keep forgetting.”

“So having access to twice as much is twice as good, if not more.”

“Now, I don’t know if you’ve counted lately, but men only have one dick. So if you’re pleasing two women, at once, what’s the best way to do it?”

“Use your…fingers?”

“That’s one way, definitely. Michael, how are you at fingering women?”

“I’m the best,” he replied cockily, cracking his knuckles.

“Great. Use one of those stud fingers on your mother—let’s make sure she’s really wet for this next part.”

“I’m already very…oh!”

Before Caroline could finish her sentence, Michael had moved two of his muscular fingers up her dress, causing her eyes to roll back in her head with pleasure. As her younger son enthusiastically demonstrated his talents, her mouth returned to his cock, where she more than matched his passion.

“But the better option is to use your mouth. Let me show you. Katey, take your cheerleading skirt off.”

As soon as her father’s words were out of his mouth, she was undoing her skirt. Before even being instructed, her panties were off and her legs were spread.

Any objections Katey had been carrying to the whole process were long gone.

I was too far away to specifically smell the teenage girl’s musk, but the delighted look on Colin’s face as he moved his head between her legs suggested it was a strong one. Between the antics at dinner and the ‘lessons’ so far, the room was starting to fill with the scent of sex: a powerful, heady aromaa.

Why no one has tried to bottle and sell it, I’ll never know. I’ve never encountered a smell I enjoy more.

Katey was moaning and writhing with pleasure at whatever her father was doing down there; when Colin came up for air, there it was again—the gasp, the non-verbal plea not to stop.

“Mark. Mark!”

The eldest son’s focus was entirely on his mother’s mouth, moving up and down Michael’s cock, licking it clean. The expression on his face clearly signalled how much he wished that he were the one doing it in her place.

“Mark,” Colin growled once more, and his son turned his head guiltily.

“Sorry, Dad,” he said in a whimper.

“Pay attention—I’m going to show you how to go down on a woman.”

“Oh _please_ …” Katey panted, but both men ignored her.

“Of course, Dad. I really appreciate it.”

“In real life, you wouldn’t go down on a slut unless you really wanted to…”

“Why would you _want_ to?” Mark blurted out, his face turning red as he realized what he’d just said.

“Because,” Colin replied, speaking very slowly. “As a straight man, we _like_ pussy. No, more than that—we _love_ it. Say that back me.”

“I…I love pussy.”

“Again.”

“I love pussy?”

If I’d been his teacher, I would have given him a 2/10 for enthusiasm, but Colin apparently didn’t see his son’s lucklaster response as a battle worth fighting, and continued undeterred.

“Now, watch carefully, and see what you can pick up.”

Colin was unable to talk and lick at the same time, so for the next several minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were the moans of Caroline as she sucked off her son and he fingered her, and Katey’s guttural sounds of pleasure as her father went down on her.

Just as both women were clearly approaching orgasm, Colin pulled his head back and instructed Michael to stop.

“Noooo…” Katey and Caroline cried out simultaneously, before glancing at the other in embarrassment.

“Okay,” Colin said, clapping his hands together. “Mark, it’s your moment to shine. Michael warmed her up for you—use all those skills I just showed you and see if you can bring your mother over the edge.”

Mark gulped, and I used his moment of hesitation to plump out his arm muscles until they matched his chest. He was starting to look like a muscular ectomorph—he wasn’t the hulking, masculine man that his father or brother were, but he definitely had an appealing look to him.

After a brief battle within himself, Mark began to lower his head between his mother’s legs, but was surprised to find his father’s hand on his shoulder.

“I forgot to mention,” he said softly. “You can eat out a slut however you like, but when it’s a lady…well, it’s lady’s choice. Caroline, would you like your son to eat you out like he did his sister, or do you want to sit on his face?”

“I want to sit on his face,” the middle-aged woman said, removing her panties and pulling off her dress completely. Now the whole family was entirely naked—not a stitch of clothing on any of them.

It was a sight that was almost enough to warm even my heart. Yes, my actions were wrong—evil, if you will—but no one could deny that I’d brought the family together.

“Mark, lay on the coffee table.” The table was one of those big wooden ones—more than capable of taking the combined weight of Mark and his mother.

As soon as Mark was in position, his mother lowered herself onto him. I leaned forward with delight as I watched the gay (thanks to me) teenager inexpertly lick out his mother (I guess all of which was _also_ thanks to me).

It was clear that the lad had no idea what he was doing, but Caroline was so worked up from the evening of sex that she didn’t mind. He grabbed her ample butt for support as she all-but-smothered him, grinding enthusiastically into his tongue.

Katey moved one hand between her leg as she watched; her body was flushed with pleasure, and it was obvious that she wanted nothing more in that moment than to be the one sitting on Mark’s face.

I briefly considered doing something, but before I could summon up the energy, Colin surprised me by beating me to it.

“Now,” he said loudly, competing with his wife’s vocal enjoyment of her son’s tongue, “if you’re going to be a stud like your brother—and remember, we’re thinking aspirationally here—there’s an important lesson you’ll need to learn:

“Never leave a slut out.”

With his mother’s thighs pressed against his ears, and her shouts of pleasure filling the room, I don’t even know if Mark could hear his father’s new lesson, but Colin continued nonetheless.

“There are a few reasons for this—it’s cruel, for one. They get antsy, and that can lead them to making poor decisions. It can even get dangerous, if they’re left to their own devices. But most of all…it’s just a complete waste.”

Katey nodded her head at that, fully accepting her role as the slut of the family.

“So let’s give you the greatest gift a straight man can ever get—his first threesome.”

“Aw,” Michael grumbled. “Not fair. Why does he get a threesome before me?”

Colin shot his son a stern glare for the outburst. “Firstly, that’s very selfish—this is a family emergency, and we all need to do what we can.”

“Sorry, pops,” Michael replied bashfully.

“Secondly, I’m sure your sister will help you out with that another day.”

“Uh huh,” Katey moaned, one hand still between her legs. “I’ll find a friend who will fuck you with me.”

“I mean that you could probably find two friends who will both fuck Michael at once, but that would work too.”

“Sorry, Dad,” Katey said, a blush appearing on her face.

“Now, Katey, go and sit on your brother’s cock.”

Katey groaned with pleasure at the idea, and quickly moved to obey her father’s instruction. Within moments, she had positioned Mark’s hardness between her legs, and was slowly sinking down to take him inside her.

I was feeling quite recovered at this point, and couldn’t resist taking a quick look into Mark’s mind. I’d been correct—he hadn’t heard a word of his father’s last spiel, and so the sudden presence of a pair of wet pussy-lips around his cock had come as a complete surprise.

His father’s instructions were still ringing through his head, however, and he’d been told that this was it—this was the aspiration of every straight man. And so even as he shuddered with revulsion at what his tongue was doing, at the knowledge that a woman—his own _sister_ , at that—was slowly sliding down his hard cock, he tried desperately to appreciate the immense joy and satisfaction of the moment.

He failed, of course, but he did try.

Colin and Michael were both watching with pride as Mark licked out his mother and Katey began grinding against him. Both women sounded like they were in sexual paradise, but I was the only one who knew how much Mark was suffering beneath them.

I decided to heed Colin’s word, and not waste what was available to me—with a single, silent command, Michael lowered himself between my legs, and began enthusiastically sucking me off. He had no idea that he was doing it, nor did Colin. I didn’t bother altering anyone else—the girls were quite distracted, and Mark had no way of seeing what I was doing.

In the year since I’d visited, Michael had become quite a talented cocksucker, and—with all the events of the evening so far, combined with the two girls loudly cumming in front of me—there was no shortage of stimulation in front of me.

It wasn’t long before I was reaching my own climax, shooting my load down the young man’s throat, enjoying the sounds as he enthusiastically swallowed it.

Caroline had cum three times by her son’s tongue, and Katey was on her way to her second. With the mental clarity that an orgasm so often provides, I decided to throw the young man a bone—what can I say? When I’m soft, I can be a real softy.

Without my interference, I knew that it would be a long while before he got off, so I reached into his mind and made a minor adjustment: from now on, the attraction he felt towards the men of his family would also extend to the women.

Not all women, mind you. The young man was still as gay as the New Zealand parliament had been by the time I was done with them…with two exceptions.

Perhaps he’d eventually find a girl and settle down into a loveless marriage. Maybe he’d give up on all sex with people he wasn’t related to. Or hell, maybe he’d move past his family’s bigotry and live life as a gay man. I didn’t know, and frankly…I didn’t care. I’d spent more than enough time with this small family of now-perverts, and I was keen to move onto the next one.

As I watched the changes I’d made to Mark shift his threeway from revolting to resplendant, I couldn’t resist adding one more wicked idea into his father’s head.

Mark’s fornication suddenly grew a _lot_ more enthusiastic, and I watched with a grin as his hips began bucking in orgasm, shooting his seed between his sister’s legs.

In turn this set off her orgasm, and it was the sight and sound of two of her children cumming (or possibly just a coincidence) that triggered Caroline’s third orgasm of the evening as well.

“Now _that_ ,” Colin said triumphantly, “is how you act straight!

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	Chapter 12

“What do you think, Mark? Did it help?”

As Caroline shakily moved off her son’s glistening face, the mostly-gay lad responded.

“I think it did, Dad,” he said with the largest grin he’d had since his announcement earlier that evening. “I think I get it now.”

With a sidewards glance at his mother’s naked body, he continued. “Although just to be safe, I think I’m going to need more practice. A _lot_ more practice. Like, fucking a lady…surely that’s different to fucking a slut. And aren’t there a bunch of different positions you can use?”

Colin’s laughter was loud, long, and contagious. It was several minutes before the sound of the family’s mirth died down, and Colin nodded.

“Of course you’ll need more practice. That won’t be a problem, will it girls?”

“Nope,” Katey said breathlessly. “Any time. Literally, bro— _any time_.”

“Anything for the family,” Caroline said, a dreamy smile on her face.

To my surprise, Michael spoke up next.

“And bro,” he said earnestly. “If there’s anything I can do, just let me know. If you need me to pick up your chores, or give you sex tips, or lessons on how to be more dominant… _anything_ I can do, I’m there for you.”

“Thanks, Michael,” Mark smiled. “I mean, Mom said I wasn’t meant to masturbate, so if neither of the girls aren’t there to help me get off, I might need you to help me with that. I’d be happy to return the favor, of course.”

“Uh…”

“Please?”

The power had been removed, but like I said—at heart, I’m a total sweetheart, so with a nudge from me, Michael nodded, and I ensured that the same would be true of his father.

“There is one more thing,” Colin said, and everyone turned to face him. “I said that a threesome is the ultimate dream of every straight man, but that’s obviously not why we’re straight.”

This time, it was Michael who was confused.

“Why are we straight?”

“You know, boy—you’ve done it several times already.”

“To spread our seed,” Caroline interjected, a warm smile on her face. “The point of sex is procreation, not recreation. Although God knows, that part is fun too.”

“Thank you, honey. Mark…I’m confident that you’ve learned a lot about _being_ straight, but I’m not going to be convinced that you’re straight until you get someone pregnant. Now, lucky for you, your family is here for you. What do you say, girls?”

“Of course,” Caroline said, linking her arm with Mark’s.

“If it’ll help my brother, I’ll do anything,” Katey said, doing the same. “ _Anything_.”

“Good girls. Spring break is coming up—I think that should be everyone’s focus until then.”

“Agreed,” Katey said, slightly too quickly. “I mean…if you say so, Dad.”

“When should I start?

With a smile, Colin gestured to his son’s erection.

“Why don’t you start now?”

Mark returned his father’s smile. “May I, Mom?”

“Good lad,” Colin nodded. “Treating your mother like a lady. Of course if it was your sister, you’d never ask—you’d just take her.”

“Got it.”

“Go ahead, son,” Caroline offered, laying down on the coffee table.

Mark carefully positioned herself above his flushed mother, and slowly slid inside her.

“Oh, yes…” Caroline groaned, as she took her first cock of the day. “Oh, please…please fuck me! Please, Mark, fuck me. Fuck your mother!”

“Sometimes even a lady will find herself overcome with lust that she wants a little dirty talk,” Colin advised. “In these situations, it’s totally fine to talk degradingly to her.”

“Got it,” Mark replied. “Do you like this? Do you like this, Mom?”

“Mommy loves it,” Caroline groaned. “Mommy loves your cock so much.”

“Good,” her son grunted. “Because you’re going to be taking a lot of it from now on. You’re going to be my personal little cumdumpster—any time I want to get off, you’re going to be there aren’t you?”

“Yesssss,” his mother confirmed. “Any time. Any time you want to cum, Mommy will take care of you.”

“I’m going to knock you up,” Mark hissed. “I’m going to put a baby inside you; inside the cunt I came out of.”

“Oh, _god_ ,” Caroline moaned, an orgasm rippling through her body at the idea of being impregnated by her own son.

As Mark was enthusiastically fucking his mother for the first time, I saw Colin glance around the room. His gaze lingered on his other son’s cock, dripping pre-cum; his daughter, touching herself as she watched Mark fuck her mother; his own erect penis.

“Never waste a slut…” he muttered, sitting down carefully at the end of the dining table.

“What’s that, Dad?” Michael answered, his tongue running around his mouth, trying to work out what strange taste in his mouth was.

“Katey!” Colin barked. “Come here!”

His daughter obeyed immediately, moving to her father’s side.

“While we supervise your brother’s efforts, you’re going to learn to be the best slut you can be—just in case your brother needs you again when he’s done with your mother.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Katey replied, her voice filled with excitement.

“Now, a good slut needs to know how to DP. You know what DP is, right?”

“Double penetration,” the cheerleader replied with a blush.

“That’s right,” Colin said proudly. “You really are going to be a top-notch slut. Now, sit on me, and give your brother access to your ass.”

As Katey got into position, I plumped up Mark’s leg muscles as well, to match the rest of his physique. He now had the lithe, muscular body of a dancer, or a martial arts expert. It would never be the size of his father or brother’s, but he was far from unattractive.

I could tell it would still be a while until he came—after so many orgasms in such a short amount of time, even Mark was starting to reach his limit.

“Oh, _Daddy_ …” Katey moaned, as her father’s cock slowly entered her. “Oh, _fuck_.”

“There’s nothing quite like taking your father’s dick inside you,” Colin rumbled. “That’s why we made you. That’s why we had a little girl—so that you could be my slut. So that you could be a hole for me to cum in.”

“I’ll be your good little girl,” Katey groaned. “I’ll be such a good slut for you. Please. Please please please please please.”

“Not just me,” her father reminded her. “You’re the family slut now—if either of your brothers need to get off, that’s your responsibility from now on. You’re going to be our little cumslut, twenty-four seven.”

“Of course,” Katey panted. Her cunt was now completely stuffed full of her father’s huge dick, and her voice was a low growl of arousal. “Any time you want. Any time you want to cum, I’ll get you off.”

“Your brother and I are going to fuck you now,” Colin announced, nodding at his son. Michael reached around and crudely grabbed his sister’s tits, making her gasp. After a few moments of pawing and tweaking, he scooped up some of the lube that he’d placed there earlier, and coated his dick with it.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” Michael whispered directly into Katey’s ear. She shivered with anticipation. “Am I your first?”

”Yes,” she admitted lustfully. “I’ve never had someone back there before…”

“Well, you’d better get used to it. From now on, any time of the day or night I want to take your ass, it’s mine. Your ass belongs to me.”

“My ass belongs to you,” Katey moaned in response. “Any time you want it.”

“Get ready,” Michael warned, before positioning his hardness at his sister’s rear entrance and slowly pushing forward.

My cock began to thicken again at the look of shock on Katey’s face as she felt, for the first time, the head of a cock slip into her tight rosebud. Colin had been sitting patiently as his daughter prepared to be ass-fucked for the first time, but he was starting to reach his limit, and used his strong arms to lift his daughter up and down his thick rod.

“Oh, _god_ …” Katey moaned as she felt her two muscular relatives enter her at once. “I feel so _full_ …”

“That’s how a slut like you should feel,” Mark said, surprising everyone. As he fucked his mother on the coffee table, his eyes were on the tryst happening at the other end of the room. “A slut like you should always be full of cock.”

“Yes,” Katey agreed, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. “Fuck. Yes!”

“You’re the family whore,” Micahel grunted, managing to slip another inch of his cock into his sister’s tight rear entrance. “Except you don’t get paid. You’re cheap as free. Oh, _fuck_.”

It had been some time since Colin had cum, and as his dick slid into his daughter’s tight cunt for the first time, I could tell that he was having trouble thinking about anything else.

“You’re my little girl,” he grunted. “You’re Daddy’s little whore…”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” she moaned in response. “I’m such a good whore for Daddy. I’m whatever Daddy wants. Whatever Daddy wants…”

Another orgasm wracked the teen girl’s body, and for a moment I thought she was at risk of passing out. Drool was dripping from her open mouth, landing on her huge tits and mixing with what remained of the lube there.

Colin was ready. “I’m going to cum,” he announced loudly, a vein visibly throbbing on his sweaty forehead.

“Do it, Daddy,” Katey pleaded. “Cum inside your little girl. Your little girl wants your cuummm…”

She trailed off as her body began to shake with an orgasm of her own.

“Yeah, Dad,” Michael replied supportively. “Cum inside the family slut. That’s why we have her. That’s all she’s good for.”

Michael had managed to get another several inches of his cock inside his sister’s ass, but as she came, she tensed up and prevented further progress.

“You can do it, Dad,” Mark said from the coffee table. He was now pounding into his mother’s sopping wet cunt so quickly, his flat ass was bouncing like a basketball.

I exerted the last of my energy making one more quick tweak—his ass was now firm and muscular, like the rest of his body. I was half-tempted to go over and take it for myself, but I was starting to grow restless—there’s only so much time you can spend with a single family, after all, even one as delightful I’d transformed this one into.

“I’m _cumming_ ,” Colin cried out, and I could see his muscles twitch as he emptied his balls into his spasming daughter.

Colin’s orgasm was observed by his eldest son, and soon he was mirroring his father, shaking with pleasure as he shot load after load into his mother.

“Gonna…knock you...up…” he cried, and I could practically see the perverse image forming in his mother’s head—her in nine months, a woman in her mid-forties, pregnant to her own son. It wasn’t long before she was cumming too; four of the five family members, cumming simultaneously.

When they were done, Katey was completely limp, like a sweaty ragdoll. Michael took advantage of the opportunity to push forward, slipping the last few inches of his erection into his sister’s rectum.

“Ohhhhhhh…” she groaned, in a unique mixture of pain, pleasure, and complete exhaustion.

As the rest of the family recovered from their orgasms, their attention was drawn to Michael, plowing his sister’s ass like there was no tomorrow.

Mark was the first to offer support. “Fuck that slut, bro,” he said. “Show her who she fucking belongs to.”

“Yeah,” Colin said, his own cock still inside his daughter. “Teach the little whore a lesson.”

Caroline surprised me by getting into the action as well. “This is why we made you,” she said, directing her filthy words to her daughter. “This is all you’re good for. You exist to take your brother’s cock up your ass.”

“It’s true,” Katey sighed, her voice vibrating with pleasure. “This is why I’m here. This is why God made me. To take my brother’s cum.”

“Take it!” Mark said enthusiastically. Even after all it had done so far that evening, I could see his cock plumping up at the family spirit surrounding him. “Take your brother’s cock!”

“Take it!” Colin said, reaching up and cupping his daughter’s breasts. “Take it inside your slutty asshole.”

“Give it to her,” Caroline moaned, rolling over so she could better watch the action. “Your sister is yours to fuck however you like, Michael. She’s nothing but a whore for your cum.”

“I’m gonna do it,” Michael said, perspiration dripping from his every pore. “I’m gonna cum inside Katey’s ass.”

“Coat my bowels with your cum,” Katey urged. “Fill me up until I’m dripping.”

“Fill her up!”

“Fill her up!”

The family was practically chanting at this point, like a pack of hyenas watching the hunt.

“Fill her up! Fill her up!”

It wasn’t long before Michael obeyed his family’s instructions—with a loud, animalistic sound, he thrust forward. I could see his balls dance as he shot his load deep into his sister’s waiting butt.

Michael gave out a long, satisfied sigh after his orgasm, and looking around the room, I could see that they had a shared glow of total satisfaction.

“So…” Caroline said, cupping one hand between her legs so that Mark’s cum didn’t make a mess. “What’s everyone up to this evening?”

“I was going to go fuck Sharon,” Michael remembered, glancing at the clock on the wall. “But that’s not for another hour or so.”

“You should this to her,” Katey said, waggling her butt. “She’s going to loooove it.”

“Do you want to come with me? I’ve still never had a threesome. I mean, not one with two girls.”

“Yes!” Katey replied, her entire face lighting up at the idea. I could have made it a slam-dunk, used my influence to ensure that Sharon would definitely be okay participating in an incestuous threesome…but I didn’t.

Far more interesting to see how things played out naturally.

“What about you, Mom?”

“Well, I should probably tidy up,” she said, looking at the mess that the family had made.

“Just don’t get rid of the smell,” Colin advised, breathing in deeply through his nose. “At this rate, it won’t be long before the whole house smells like the gym. I couldn’t imagine anything I’d like more.”

“Of course, honey,” Caroline replied, smiling at her husband. “Anything you want.”

“I was going to do another workout. What about you, son?” Colin asked, directing his question to Mark.

“Well,” the boy said, after a thoughtful pause. “My dick _is_ hard again, so I think Mom and Katey are going to have to take care of me again.”

“Of course,” the two women chorused without hesitation.

Possessively wrapping his arms around his mother and sister’s waists, Mark began moving to the bedroom with them.

“Good luck!” Michael cried out after them.

I decided to take that as my cue to leave as well. I’d had a lot of fun with this family—far more than I’d expected when I’d first entered their house—but all good things must come to an end, and that included my time with the Vaughns.

As I slipped out the back door and started heading towards the neighbor’s house, I heard Michael and Colin discussing their plans for the night.

“They’re going to be a while,” Colin said in his distinctive low rumble. “Probably a good time to hit up the gym.”

“Sounds great, Dad. Do you want me to spot you?”

“Yes,” Colin replied. There was a brief pause as he realized what he’d forgotten.

“Yes, _please_.”

### The end.

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