MY BROTHER, THE PRICK

In my twenty years of knowing him, that's the one title that defines him best. He's many things actually; smart, nice looking, well put together, an expert liar, oversexed, and filthy fucking rich. Mostly he's a prick.

I'm Sandy, twenty-three, and I'll admit it - I'm a bitch. Not to everyone. Mostly toward my brother, and of course, to people who I think are below me. I'm attractive, self-serving, less smart than Danny-the prick, and a gold digger.

Our father, may he rot in hell, is Ray. He dumped the family when Danny was about five and left us being homeless. Last I heard, he lives in Florida somewhere. I hope an alligator bites off his dick and he dies from some slow, horrible infection. As you may have guessed, I don't care for the man.

This brings us to mom, Brenda. She's forty-nine. Mom was the belle of the ball. Rich parents, gorgeous, cheerleader; she had everything but brains. She wasn't the brightest star in the sky. She met my father when she was in high school. Her parents hated him. When they ran off and married, her parents disowned her; that's Grandpa and Grandma Henderson. The prick and I have never met them. That left mom with nothing but my father and her good looks. When my father left, she still had her good looks, and to support us she resorted to prostitution. At least it got us off the street and put food on the table. She did what she had to.

I always blamed Danny for our father leaving. I don't know why, but I did. In the last few months, I've figured out that the way I treated him was a big factor in why he became such a prick. I sabotaged everything he ever did; threw away his stuff, ratted him out, told his girlfriends he was a cheater. I had no clue if he really was. It didn't matter. I hated him. Hell, I intentionally tripped him on the stairs once and he broke both arms.

Until a few months ago, mom and I were both waitressing at Denny's. As far as I know, the prick, has never had a real job. He always seemed to have money, but never discussed where he got it. Danny was too smart to steal it, hated drugs, pushers, and pimps.

That brings us to why we live in a beach house on South Padre Island, Texas. I had just come home from working the evening shift. Mom was doing nights, so, the prick and I were at home alone. He was watching something on TV.

"Sandy, sit for a minute. I'd like to talk to you," he said.

"Fuck you. I'm tired."

"Fine. How much would it cost for a blowjob?"

"How the fuck should I know?" I replied.

"How much would it take to talk you into one?"

"You're such an asshole. I'd suck a dick for a thousand bucks."

Danny reached in his pocket and pulled out a roll of money. He peeled off ten one-hundred-dollar bills and held them up to me. I just looked at the money.

"Who do I have to blow?" I asked.

"Me."

"Fuck you," I said, and walked up the stairs.

I returned about ten minutes later and walked up to him.

"Let me look at the money. It's probably fake."

Danny handed it to me, and I looked it over carefully before handing it back.

"When were you wanting to do this?"

"Now is as good a time as any. There are rules though."

"What rules?" I asked.

"You do it naked. I cum in your mouth, and you swallow it," he said with a smirk.

"Right. I'll think about it."

"You have twenty-four hours. After that, it's no deal," he said, still smirking.

I went back upstairs, then returned again about twenty minutes later. "Fifteen hundred," I offered.

"A thousand bucks, take it or leave it. I can get a blowjob for twenty on the street."

"Then why are you offering me a thousand?"

"Honestly, I want to own your bitchy mouth for a little while."

"You're such a prick."

"Yeah, I am, but I'm a prick with a thousand bucks."

He turned back to the television. I went back upstairs. Ten minutes later I returned again. "Okay, take off your pants."

"Nope. You strip first, then you take off my pants."

"I want the money up front."

"Half when you strip, the other half after you swallow," he told me, kicking off his shoes.

I stood there for a moment, then started taking off my clothes. Once naked, I held out my hand. Danny motioned for me to turn around. I did a slow turn, then held out my hand for the cash.

Danny watched my every move. I have a great body, nice tits, slim waist, womanly hips, and long slender legs. He handed me the five hundred.

"Stand up," I instructed.

Danny stood, and I removed his pants. His cock was already hard. Once undressed, he sat back on the couch.

"If you do this well there's more money where this came from."

"For blowjobs?"

"For whatever I want," he chuckled.

"I'm not fucking you," I said.

"I don't remember asking you to."

"I could walk away right now with the five-hundred and not do it. It's not like you could call the Better Business Bureau on me."

"You could, but that would mean mom's going to be the only one making money from my dick."

"Mom, did you?" I asked.

"Not yet. I'm going to make her an offer tomorrow."

"She won't do it."

"Maybe, but when you consider she can make more money sucking my cock than she can working for a month, she'll quit work to be my personal cum dump."

"She's your mother, dumbass."

"And you're my sister. Are you gonna suck me or sit there talking?"

I took my brother's cock in my hand and began stroking him.

"I'm paying you to suck, not tug."

I leaned forward and took just the head in my mouth and continued to tug. After a few minutes, he grabbed my long brown hair and pulled me off.

"Forget it," he said, grabbing his pants and tossing a hundred-dollar bill at me. "I always thought there was no such thing as a lousy blowjob. You proved me wrong. The deal is off."

Danny dressed and left the house. I knew I was putting in as little effort as possible. 'What the hell?' I thought. 'I still got six-hundred.' I grabbed my clothes and went upstairs, then after hiding the money, I went to bed.

*****

I was doing a load of laundry the next day when Danny came downstairs. Neither of us spoke. I was fine with that. As I left for work, I turned to him.

"Good luck with mom, asshole."

Danny flipped me off.

This next part mom told me later.

She came downstairs a little while after I had gone.

"Mom, when you get a minute, I'd like to talk to you about something," the prick told her.

"Let me get a cup of coffee first," she called from the kitchen.

"No rush."

She joined him on the couch a few minutes later. Even in her ratty bathrobe and no makeup mom's still a good-looking woman.

"How much do you make at work?"

"About four hundred a week plus tips. Why?"

"What would you say if I told you a way to make two-thousand a week, in just a few hours, working from home?"

"I'd say it's probably illegal," she said, raising her brow.

"It's not something they'd ever arrest someone for."

"What is it?"

"I want you to be my mistress," he said, seriously.

"Like sex mistress?"

"Exactly."

"First, you're my son. Second, where would you get the money to pay me?"

"Let's look at the second part first. I came into a fortune, legally. I have enough to take over all the bills, and expenses, and still pay you two grand a week for as long as you live."

"Where did you get the money?"

"It was perfectly legal, and I've already paid the taxes on it."

"Okay, how about the first part?"

"I am your son. We're both over eighteen and legally adults. The law says we can't get married. It doesn't say that we, as adults, can't have sex. At least here in New Jersey. What you and I do in the privacy of our own home is nobody else's business. Unless one of us told, no one would know."

"With all this money we could leave Jersey and move somewhere warm," mom said.

"Yes, we could."

"Prove to me you've got the money."

The prick pulled out his phone and opened his banking app, then showed mom his account balance. He only showed her one account.

"This is real?"

"Absolutely real. Are you in?"

"Explain my duties," mom said.

"Have sex with me. Give me what I want when I want it."

"Everything?" mom asked.

"I'm not into BDSM. Well, light bondage might be fun."

"Where do I sign up?" she asked.

My brother reached into his pocket and pulled out three-thousand dollars. "Here's your first week pay, plus one thousand if you call and quit your job right now. After the call, you take off your clothes, and suck me. I cum in your mouth and you swallow. That's how I like it. You can have sex only with me. You cheat, the deal is off."

"That's it?"

"I'll tell you when I'm ready for more," my prick brother told her.

Mom smiled and took the money, putting it in the pocket of her robe.

"How do we keep this from your sister?"

"We don't. I plan to make her the same offer."

"So, you'll have both of us at your beck and call?"

"Uh huh."

"Separate or together?"

"Both, I hope," the prick replied.

"I've got a call to make," mom told him, grabbing her phone off the kitchen table. She called work and spoke to the manager. She quit due to a family emergency and advised him she wouldn't be back.

Mom took off her robe and nightgown on the way back to the couch. Danny apparently hadn't seen her naked before. She has an even hotter body than I do. The prick had undressed while she was on the phone and sat, cock waiting, on the couch. She knelt between his knees.

"Mom, I may need your help recruiting Sandy,"

"How?"

"As usual, she was a bitch yesterday. I want us to do things in front of her so she can see what she's missing."

"I'm fine with that. Just tell me what to do," mom said.

"Fair enough. Let's see how well you do a blowjob."

Taking his cock in her hand, mom ran her thumb up the underside expressing his pre-cum, then licked it off. As she stroked him, her tongue swirled and teased the head and corona. Mom adjusted her position then swallowed him all the way to the base.

"Oh, shit," he said.

Mom began sliding up and down his full length as her hand cupped his balls lovingly. Her eyes never left his as she moved. Mom took the prick's hands and put them on her head. He smiled down at her. Mom gave him a quick wink then pulled off.

"Acceptable?" she asked.

"Oh, hell yes. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I sure am. I love sucking cock and yours is the perfect size for me."

Mom began licking and sucking his balls, periodically sliding her tongue over his perineum. After a short time, she was throating him again. It didn't take him long before he was filling her mouth with his warm cum. After getting it all, mom opened her mouth to show him, then swallowed.

"Damn, you're good at that." He grabbed his pants and took out another thousand. "Get cleaned up then go get yourself some new clothes. Pick up a few sexy bits to wear around the house. I need you to drop me off at 38th and Harper."

"How much of this can I spend?"

"It's your money. Suit yourself."

Mom showered and got ready, then dropped him off where he requested.

Danny

Danny went inside the brick building and took the elevator to the fifth floor. He was stopped by a very large black man as soon as he stepped off the elevator.

"This floor is private," the man told him.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Washington. I'm Dan Hoff."

The man took out his phone and entered a number.

"Are you expecting Dan Hoff?" he asked. He turned back to Danny. "End of the hall. Knock first."

Danny nodded and walked to the end of the hall. There was another large black man wearing a suit standing there. Danny knocked.

"Come in," a deep voice said from inside the room.

Danny opened the door and stepped inside. He'd been there twice before regarding deliveries he had made. Danny had no clue what he had delivered and knew enough not to ask. He walked the short distance to the desk and stood there. Mr. Washington was a black man in his forties. He was considerably smaller than the two men he had just passed, but immaculately dressed. He sat behind a huge desk. Washington looked up and gestured for Danny to sit.

"Mr. Washington, I'm Dan Hoff."

"We've met before. I understand you're interested in conducting business with me?"

"Yes, sir. I hear you're a man who can get things done."

"What are you needing done?"

"I have some people I need to settle scores with. I need information on them. Once I have that, I can decide how I want to settle the scores."

"What information?"

"Information that could help me ruin them. I want to fuck up their lives," Danny said.

"Not end their lives?" Washington asked.

"No. I don't want them physically harmed."

"That's an unusual approach. What scores?"

"My mother got pregnant as a teenager. Her parents were wealthy, disowned her, and tossed her out on the streets. The second is my father. I was five when he left us on the street with nothing. I want to pay them back for what they did. It's their turn to be left with nothing."

"Do you know where they are?"

"No, sir. Last I heard, my father was living in Florida. I have his name, birthdate, and a fifteen-year-old picture. I have names only on my grandparents, and know they lived in Pennsylvania twenty-three years ago."

"You haven't looked for them?"

"No. I don't really want to know where they are. I want Karma."

For the first time, Mr. Washington smiled. "Thirty thousand, in cash, will get you the information you want. It's not refundable, even if they're already dead. If you require more, that will be extra."

"That's fine," Danny replied, pulling three stacks of bills from the lining of his jacket, and laying them on the desk.

Washington picked up the money, looked it over, then put it in his desk drawer. Danny handed him a slip of paper and a photograph of his father.

"Here's the information I have. You have my cell number. I'm going to be out of town until after the first of the month. Will that work?"

"That's fine. I'll call you."

Danny stood. "Mr. Washington, it's nice doing business with you," he said, offering his hand.

Washington stood, and the two shook on the deal. Danny turned and left the office.

His next stop was a travel agent. From there he grabbed a cab and went home.

Me again

Mom was shopping when I called.

"What's the family emergency?" I asked.

"Oh, that. It's nothing. I just quit my job."

"Why?"

"I accepted a new position."

"Doing what?"

"I'm working for your brother now," mom told me.

"Doing what?"

"That's between Danny and me."

"Sucking his cock?"

"Among other things. I think he's planning on offering you a similar position."

"He's such a prick," I said.

"No to me, but then I'm not the one that's treated him like shit all his life."

"Not to you? Mother he's turned you into his own personal mother whore," I shouted.

"I'm his mistress."

"Same thing. Hold on a minute." I muted the phone to listen to my manager, then returned a moment later. "Now I've gotta work a double. The night waitress quit suddenly. Damn that fucking prick!"

"Gotta run. I'm getting some new clothes. Have fun at work. I'll see you tomorrow."

Mom told me this part

She ended the call and returned to her shopping. Mom returned to the apartment about seven carrying several large bags.

"I have never shopped like this. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman," mom told him, beaming. Dropping the bags, she ran over and kissed Danny. "Thank you."

"Welcome. Did you get anything to wear to the beach?"

"No. Just regular clothes."

"Looks like you're going to have to go back. We're leaving in a couple of days for two weeks on the beach," the prick advised.

"Beach Haven? I love that place."

"No way, that's in Jersey. We're going to the Gulf of Mexico."

"Our car would never make that trip."

"We're flying, mom."

"Just the two of us?"

"I got tickets for all three of us, but don't tell Sandy yet. It's our secret."

"My lips are sealed. This is so exciting. Where are we staying?"

"I got us a hotel suite on the beach."

"Oh, my god. You mean like a real vacation?"

"A real vacation. You've earned it. I'd also like to look at buying a beach house while we're there."

"I think I've died and gone to heaven. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we'd get to do that," she said. "A house? Not an apartment?"

"A real house. A big one. Right on the beach."

"Is it furnished?"

He laughed. "I don't know. You haven't picked it out yet."

"How will we get groceries and things?" Mom asked.

"Mom, we'll get a car. Relax. We'll figure this out as we go. Why don't you show me your new outfits."

"You really want me to?"

"I'd love it."

Mom spent about the next two hours modeling her purchases. He'd never seen her look so good, or so happy. Mom said if I would come around, maybe there could be some peace in the household.

When mom began modeling the lingerie, Danny's interest peaked. The one that really caught his eye was a white lacy bra and panty set with a garter.

"Mom, I think you need your pussy eaten."

She chuckled. "That'd be a first."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Your father said it was a disgusting thing to do. When I was on the street, the johns just don't do that. It's about their pleasure."

"You mean to tell me no one's ever eaten you?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"Damn. I'm going to rectify that," Danny told her.

He stood and took mom's hand and led her to her bedroom. He unhooked her bra then pulled off her panties.

"Let's leave the garter on. I like that. On the bed, kinda sitting up. You'll wanna see this."

"Danny, you don't have to do this," mom said.

"You do cum, right?"

"When I use my fingers."

"Not with intercourse?"

"No."

"Oh, this is going to be fun. On the bed. You're in for a treat." Mom got on the bed as he had instructed. He put a bath towel under her. "I get messy when I do this," the prick explained.

Laying between her legs, he began kissing along the inside of her thighs, slowly working his way up. When he reached the top, he moved his kisses and licks to her lower abdomen and began playing with her breasts. Mom was getting wet from the attention. Rough fingers and cocks were all she had really known. This was exciting. When Danny's wet tongue dragged over her clit she jumped. Never had she felt a sensation like this. She wanted more. The oversexed prick didn't disappoint her as his tongue and lips explored along her labia. Her hips were soon rocking as he moved from one area to another. Danny put his tongue between her minora, and mom gasped.

"Oh, god."

He continued his feast and moved upward, working on her clit. Mom's hands went instinctively to his head. Danny moved lower and began tonguing her pink star.

"Oh, Danny, I love this," mom whimpered.

He moved back to her clit as her hands pulled his head to her. He sucked it into his mouth, and she screamed.

"Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhh. Fuuucckkkk!!!!"

Mom's body shook from the neck down as she came on her his face. Her legs clamped together holding his head in place until she pushed him back off her throbbing clit. Even afterward she still experienced spasms every few seconds for another minute or so. He raised up his slippery, pussy covered face, and smiled at her.

She started laughing. "That was incredible. I've never experienced anything like that.""Relax for a minute, I'm not done."

"No more. It's too sensitive," mom said.

"Trust me, mom. Relax."

"I'll try."

His fingers teased her pussy area but avoided her clit. After a few minutes he slipped two fingers inside and began rubbing lightly where her g-spot was supposed to be. He could sense she was getting close after several minutes and directed his attention, with his tongue, to her clit.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she grunted as she came again, ever harder than before. Even before she was finished, he moved up and put his cock in her. It was less than a minute until her pelvic contractions began again.

"Ohhhhhh fuck!" mom screamed, as she came a third time.

The prick emptied into her hot, wet cunt with several grunts of his own. Both collapsed holding each other.

"Mom, now you've been fucked properly," he announced proudly.

"I'm loving this job. Sign me up for all the overtime."

They fell asleep in her bed that night. Mom was exhausted.

Me again

I came home after working the double and was in an extraordinarily bitchy mood before falling asleep on the couch. When I woke, the first thing I saw was the prick nailing my mother from behind on the kitchen table. I couldn't take my eyes off them. When mom came, I sat up to watch more closely. He turned to me, smiling.

"You've got about two hours before I take the offer back," he warned me.

"Fuck you, prick," I snapped.

"It beats the hell out of waiting tables," mom said.

"To bad you have to work. Mom and I are going on vacation Monday," the prick said.

"Where?"

"The Gulf of Mexico for two weeks," he replied.

"All you've got to do is agree to your brother's terms," mom added.

"What are the terms?" I asked.

"What I want, when I want it."

"For how much?"

"Right now, it stands at two grand a week. In two hours, it goes to one grand," he chuckled.

"You're such an asshole."

"I thought I was a prick?"

"Yeah, that too."

I went to get cleaned up for my next shift which was due to start in just a couple of hours. Mom joined me once I was out of the shower. She showed me the clothes she'd picked up, told me about the upcoming trip, and the new house. Then she talked about the money.

Before getting fully dressed, I went to talk to the prick. I sat in a chair facing him.

"For two thousand a week, I give you what you want, whenever you want it, correct?"

"Yep."

"What else?"

"I'm the only person you have sex with. Well, mom's okay. I don't mind that."

"And the trip?"

"You go with us. If we move, you come too. You can quit whenever you want, but if you quit, there will be no second chance."

"When do I have to decide?"

He looked at his watch. "You've still got thirty-five minutes."

"Stand up," I told him.

"Why?"

"I'm going to give you the blowjob."

"No. I just screwed mom a little while ago. You need remedial training anyway. I've seen your blowjobs."

"Then how do I sign up?"

"Give me your word, then call work and quit right now."

"And for that you'll give me two thousand dollars?"

"No. I'll give you twenty-four hundred. You got six hundred yesterday. I'm throwing in a grand as a sign on bonus."

"I agree."

I took out my phone, called and quit, using the family emergency as my reason. He actually gave me the money.

"You and mom get dressed. We're going out to dinner, then shopping."

I stood and left the room without saying a word.

"You're welcome," he said under his breath.

We were ready quickly. My brother called us an Uber and we were soon sitting in a nice restaurant enjoying dinner. From there we walked to the mall.

"You both need to pick up some beach vacation clothes. Don't forget swimsuits. I'll meet you at Starbucks in three hours."

The prick handed us each a thousand dollars. Mom hugged and thanked him. I put mine in my purse then turned waiting on mom.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" mom asked.

"Nothing, why?"

"You're being a bitch. If you want to stay in our shit apartment here in Jersey, that's up to you. Your brother is offering us a way out. We can have a life better than we ever dreamed of because of him. Don't you dare fuck this up for me!" she scolded.

"Yeah, the prick has turned us into whores."

"Whores get money for sex. We're sugar babies. We get a whole new life out of this. There's a big difference. Trust me, I've been a whore."

"He's doing this to me just to be a prick," I scoffed.

"The way you've always treated him, I'm surprised he'd give you the time of day. I wouldn't have if you'd treated me like that."

"I treat him the way he deserves to be treated. He's a fucking prick."

"Only to you. Maybe you turned him into that," mom replied.

"Bullshit."

He was waiting at Starbucks when we walked up carrying several large bags. Calling another ride, we were soon back home. As mom and I started toward our rooms, he spoke.

"I'll be needing a BJ shortly."

I ignored his comment and went to my room. Mom turned and smiled at him.

"I'll be ready whenever. Just say the word."

"Thanks, mom. I'll let you know."

It was about an hour later when the prick called me and mom downstairs and asked us to join him in the living room. He already had his pants off.

"Mom, I want you to teach Sandy how to suck dick."

"I already know how to suck a dick, smart ass," I told him angrily.

"Honey, even so, I might be able to give you a few pointers. I've had more experience than you have," mom advised.

"I don't need any pointers, thank you."

"Fine, then show me," the prick instructed.

I glared at him and stayed where I was.

"I'll suck you, baby," mom offered.

"No. Sandy, you have two minutes to get your clothes off and get my cock in your mouth."

"And if I don't?"

He looked at his phone then started the timer for two minutes.

"If you don't, our agreement is voided. Mom and I will go on our vacation. When we move to the beach, you can stay and enjoy Jersey. There will be no second chances," he said.

I could tell the prick meant it. Mom stood and undressed.

"Sandy, don't be a fucking idiot," mom told me.

I stood and began slowly undressing.

"You have forty-five seconds left," he said calmly.

I still took my time. He was holding the phone so I could see the timer.

"Sandy, you're about to make a big mistake," mom said.

With three seconds left, I took his disgusting limp cock all the way into my mouth and began sucking. I still put very little effort into it; just enough to start getting him hard. I was looking at his face to watching his reaction. He looked at mom.

"Teach her," he said.

Mom came over and knelt beside me.

"Let me show you," she said.

"I know how to suck a cock," I told her.

Mom grabbed my hair and shoved my head onto his cock.

"Then act like it," she said.

Mom began forcing me up and down on his cock. I'd sucked enough cocks to know what I was doing but had never experienced a third party controlling my head. I fucking loved the sensation. My pussy tingled and was wet almost immediately. I think I even moaned. Mom picked up on my response and really got into controlling me. I was being facefucked and I loved it. At that moment, I didn't care that it was the prick's prick. I fucking got off on it. The prick was too. He was leaking pre-cum by the mouthful.

Mom let go of my head to let me continue on my own. I grabbed my brother's hands and put them on my head, so he would control me. He did. The prick now owned my mouth. Even without any stimulation to my pussy, I came harder than I've ever cum in my life. It wasn't just an orgasm, I was consumed. My whole body was shuddering with every wave.

Just as I was coming down from it, Danny grunted and fired a load deep into my throat. He pulled me up a little and shot the rest into my mouth. Cum never tasted so good. I swallowed everything I could, but still leaked a little from the corner of my mouth. When he finished, the prick let go of my head. I pulled off and ran to my room with tears running down my cheeks. Mom came in a few minutes later and sat beside me on the bed to console me.

"Don't cry, baby. It wasn't that bad."

"That's not why I'm crying," I told her.

"Then why?"

"I loved it. That was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. My prick brother fucked my mouth, and I loved it."

Mom didn't say anything; she just held me and stroked my hair. In a few minutes, as I regained my composure, I sat up.

Mom smiled and looked at me. Seeing the cum on my lip, she used her finger to wipe it away. I even surprised myself when I took her finger into my mouth to clean it off.

"Freshen up then we can model our new clothes for him."

I nodded and went to the shower.

It was probably a half hour later when I went back to the living room. I didn't bother to put on clothes. As much as I hated the idea, I was hoping he'd take me again. I was disappointed when I found mom sitting there alone.

"Where's Danny?" I asked.

"He said he had an errand to run."

Danny

Having gotten a call from Mr. Washington, he had taken an Uber to his office. Now, being familiar to the guards, he was shown right in.

"Good evening, Mr. Hoff," Washington told him, gesturing to a chair.

"Mr. Washington," Danny replied, taking a seat.

"I have your information. It was so easy to get, I almost feel bad for charging you my full fee. Almost," he smiled, handing Danny two envelopes.

Danny opened the first and began looking through it. It was the information on his father. It was thorough. It listed his address, phone number, banking information, employer, and police records. The police record was a long one. It included drug busts for both possession and sale, a few assaults, and thefts. His father was currently out on bond for a pending charge of possession for sale.

"He'll likely get a plea deal for the current charge unless money crosses hands. If that happens, he could get up to twenty years," Washington told him.

"How much money?"

"Let's say, twenty for me and another ten for the DA."

Danny reached into the liner of his jacket and pulled out three packets of cash, then put them on Washington's desk. Washington looked over the packets and put them in his drawer.

"You should be careful carrying so much cash with you, Mr. Hoff. There are people in this neighborhood that are not very picky about where they get their money."

"Surely, not this neighborhood, Mr. Washington," Danny said, smiling.

"Well, you and I are business associates, I think you're pretty safe," Washington replied. "I'll get things rolling on this transaction tomorrow."

Danny opened the second large envelope and read.

"This is certainly interesting. Your thoughts?" he asked Washington.

"It's a very complex matter with your grandfather. He's a shoo-in for Pennsylvania Governor at the moment but is secretly being backed by organized crime. That does complicate things. He has also paid off several women to keep their mouth shut about his inability to keep his cock to himself. Your grandmother has, what appears to be, a fondness for young men."

"Mr. Washington, I suspect, you have a great deal more experience in matters like these than I. If you were karma, how might you approach this?"

"Hypothetically speaking, of course," Washington said, smiling.

"Of course," Danny replied.

"Your grandfather, should he lose the election, would be in financial ruin. He invested essentially everything he has on his campaign. The problem arises with his backers. They've invested millions in him. As governor, he would be quite an asset to them. Mr. Hoff, these are dangerous people. If they were to discover someone interfering with their business, there would be severe repercussions."

"How severe?"

"Both our families would likely cease to exist."

"Can it be addressed without risking that?"

"If a person were to approach it properly, yes."

"What would be the proper approach?" Danny asked.

"If I tell you that, I would be increasing my own risk. I'm not going to do that. You'll just have to trust me to take care of it."

"I assume this would be costly."

"You assume correctly, Mr. Hoff. We're looking at, let's say, an even hundred."

"I don't have that much on me."

"I didn't anticipate you would. The fee would need to be sent from the bank to an international account. Once the deposit has been confirmed, karma would begin working."

Danny smiled. "What about the women that were paid off?"

"Another twenty to the same account," Washington replied.

"This is getting expensive."

"You have plenty of resources. I also check up on my business associates."

"I don't fault you for that. What of my grandmother?"

"Twenty, the same way."

"I'll go by the bank tomorrow."

Washington handed him a small card with the account information on it.

"For both our safety, I'd make sure that card is destroyed after you've used it."

"Of course."

"Mr. Hoff, telling anyone about either of our discussions would be more foolish than you know. I don't appreciate people knowing my business and wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, your sister, or your mother."

"I understand completely," Danny replied to the obvious threat.

"Mr. Hoff, your lottery winnings put you in a position, that with the right investments, you could easily double or triple your money."

"Mr. Washington, I appreciate what you're offering, but I plan to simply live an honest life of leisure with my mother and sister."

"I'll send you a simple text regarding the outcome with your father. Watch the news for other updates on our other arrangement. I believe that you and I should avoid any further contact. It's been a pleasure to do business with you," Washington said, standing and offering his hand.

Danny and Washington shared a handshake before parting ways.

Me again

The prick walked in about nine. Mom and I were both expecting, and hoping, for more play time, but that didn't happen.

The next morning, I even shocked myself by fixing breakfast for everyone. I was especially nice to the prick. I'm sure he noticed but didn't mention it. Mom and I both got a great kiss from him when he left the house for the bank. He told us to make sure we had everything we needed for the trip and if we needed anything else, he'd take us out to get lunch and finish our shopping.

We spent the morning going through it all and realized that none of us had luggage. We'd never needed that before.

He was back about noon and took us out for Chinese food, then off to the store where we each picked up suitcases. We went back home and packed for tomorrow's trip.

Mom and I fixed a nice dinner together and had a good time doing it. We all enjoyed the meal and afterward sat in the living room watching TV.

"Why have you been so civil to me lately?" he asked me.

"Uh, I've been my regular self."

Mom and Danny both laughed at me.

"I have!"

"Oh bullshit!" mom said. "You're hoping he'll facefuck you again."

I blushed at her comment. She was right, but I wasn't about to admit it.

Danny was quiet for a moment before looking at us and grinning.

"Undress," he told us.

Neither of us hesitated to get naked. He stood so we could undress him. I doubt you'll believe me, but I even kissed his cock without being told. Danny and mom both looked shocked.

"Sandy, get on the couch, on your back, with your legs parted," he told me.

I did exactly what he said. Danny shocked me this time. He got between my legs and started eating my pussy. I've had my pussy eaten before, but damn, never like this. The fucker teased me mercilessly. By the time he finally got to my clit, I was begging him.

Just as I was about to cum, the prick backed off. I was so fucking frustrated. Then mom squatted over my face. I'd eaten pussy before a few times; not her's, but a few. I figured what the hell and began munching her. Danny jerked my legs up and shoved his cock in me. I moaned loudly when he did. God, I needed that.

This wasn't lovemaking, Danny fucked me like a wild man. My twat felt things it had never experienced. I don't know how, but somehow, I was still able to give mom a good licking. Even doing the 69, I have trouble paying attention to the dick in my mouth.

Mom and I both exploded about the same time. My body was jerking so hard I almost threw them both off the couch. When mom raised off, I could hear them both laughing.

Danny hadn't finished yet, so I turned around and pushed him onto the couch and deepthroated the prick's wonderful prick.

Mom surprised me when she began tonguing my ass. Danny grabbed me by the hair and facefucked me like he had yesterday. I was in fucking heaven and came again, even before Danny did.

Danny pushed me off and got up. He didn't say a word. He got up behind me and pushed his dick right in my ass, my virgin ass. He was only in an inch or two before he stopped for a minute. He grabbed my hair pulling my head back, shoved his cock all the way in, and pounded me.

Danny now owned my mouth, pussy, and ass. I was totally his to use however and whenever he wanted. The initial discomfort passed quickly, and my ass wanted everything he could give me.

"Fuck my ass, you prick," I begged. "Fuck it! Harder, harder!"

He did. I fucking exploded again. The neighbors had to have heard me. Danny finally shot his load in me. Hearing him grunting as he came was music to my ears. We both collapsed on the couch when he was finished.

"Thank you," I told him.

He chuckled, smacked my ass hard, then got up. "You're welcome," he said.

I don't know how long I stayed there. I might have even dozed off. My ass felt empty. I wanted more dick in there. That's when my belly rumbled. I jumped up and literally ran to the bathroom and unloaded. When it was safe, I got in the shower. I was singing. Me? I was actually fucking singing.

Mom poked her head in, took one look at me, and started laughing. "Who are you, and what have you done with my daughter?" she asked.

I started laughing with her. "I have no fucking idea."

Funny, at that moment it just came out of my mouth, but later I realized just how true that statement really was. I had no clue who I was anymore.

For twenty years, the prick had been a thorn in my side or a bur up my ass. Now he was all I could think about. He owned me, sexually and mentally. Damn that prick!

*****

We were at the airport early. None of us had ever flown. Mom and the prick were cool about it. I was nervous as hell. When we boarded the flight, the attendants must have thought we were the Clampetts just arriving in Beverly Hills. They were nice to us and helped us get settled in.

Danny had booked first class seats for us. After a quick glance back into coach, I was glad he did. Danny and I sat together, with mom just across the aisle next to some guy in an expensive looking suit. They were chatting immediately. I sat by the window.

"Relax, sis. There's a better chance of dying in the car on the way to the airport than in a plane crash," he told me.

"That's comforting. If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not die in either. I want to be an old woman and die in my sleep."

He smiled at me. That prick actually made me feel better with his smile.

The minute we started moving, I grabbed his arm and held on for dear life. I don't remember touching him that way before. As much as I hate to admit it...fuck...I enjoyed it.

When we took off, I'm sure I squeezed on his arm hard enough to cut off the blood to his hand. He put his free hand on my head to hold me close. What a prick! He's making me feel cared for. I'm not used to this kind of shit. Hating him was so fucking easy.

The plane leveled off and I relaxed my grip. A few minutes later the attendant brought me a glass of wine. I hadn't asked for it, but I was glad it was there. I drank half of it in the first swallow.Maybe I ran out of adrenaline, or the wine was really strong, but I did finally relax. Mom and the guy in the suit were talking nonstop.

"How come you didn't get a drink?" I asked my brother.

"I'm not twenty-one."

"Since when has that ever stopped you?"

"I rarely drink. I like my mind clear."

"Drugs?" I asked.

"Never. I thought you knew that," he replied.

"How come you don't have a girlfriend?"

"I do. I'm sitting between them."

"Mom said we're your sugar babies."

"That's not how I see it," he said.

"Can I ask you about something?"

"You've been asking me about stuff," he pointed out.

"Where did you get the money for all this?"

"I won the Powerball jackpot about two months ago."

"The big one?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Picture yourself suddenly with millions. There would be people knocking down your door wanting part of it. They'd drive you nuts. That isn't what I wanted."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want the three of us to have a good life. I want us to be happy for once, and to get the fuck out of Jersey."

"I'm surprised you included me. I've treated you like shit."

"I won't argue that. Sandy, you're my sister. You've hated me, but I've loved you since day one. I always will."

I didn't know how to reply to that. It made no fucking sense. As a prick, he's not supposed to feel that way. I turned back to the window and watched as we flew over the clouds.

I reviewed our relationship over the years. When I treated him like a prick, he responded like one. Most of the time, he avoided contact with me. At other times, he was different. He never forgot my birthday. There was always a card and gift. Christmas was the same way, but he never put his name on the tag. He always put from Santa. He even came to my volleyball games in school but left as soon as it was over. Even so, he was always there.

Then there was the time my boyfriend had hit me the day before and someone kicked the living shit out of him. Danny had been in a fight the same night. I never put the two together, but it must have been Danny who defended me. How the fuck did I not know that?

Even though I hated him, he was always there for me. And the prick never said a word. Damn him!

A bell went off and they told us to buckle up. I figured this is where we all die. I grabbed the prick's arm again and held on for dear life. I nearly pissed myself when the wheels touched down and the plane jerked. The engines reversed and I knew it was all over for us. Then a miracle happened. The plane slowed. The engines quieted, and we rode comfortably to the terminal. I finally relaxed again. Danny was smiling at me.

"That wasn't so bad, but I'm glad we're in Houston," I said finally breathing again.

Danny grinned. "We're in Charlotte, North Carolina to switch planes. We've got another three-hour flight."

"Well fuck," I mumbled.

We got off the plane and made our way to the next gate. I wasn't calm but I was better than before the first flight. We had a little time before our flight, so we went to the bathroom then had a drink in the bar. I got a whiskey sour this time.

Mom talked non-stop about the guy in the suit.

"He wanted my number," she said.

"Did you give it to him?" I asked.

"No way in hell. I have a good man. I'm not about to mess that up."

I knew she was right. Mom had always done whatever it took to take care of Danny and me. She seemed happy, genuinely happy.

We boarded the flight, and this time didn't act like idiots. We were experienced travelers now. Danny and I were on the opposite side of the plane this time, but still together.

"You'll enjoy this flight," he told me.

"What's different about this one?"

"Movies and lunch."

"Good. I need to eat. I'm a bit tipsy from that drink."

The attendant came to us for drink orders before taking off. She also gave us a choice between lasagna and a chicken breast for lunch. I ordered another whiskey sour and the chicken. She handed us both some ear phones.

Mom sat next to some old heavy set schoolteacher looking woman. I didn't envy her. Even resting you could hear the old bag breathing. The second the plane moved, I was on Danny's arm. He laughed softly.

"Fuck you," I said. "This thing scares me."

"That's the bitch I know. I've missed you," he chuckled.

"Prick."

"Bitch."

We were in the air in no time. This was a much bigger plane and had TV screens in the back of the seat in front of us. I played with mine and managed to find a movie I wanted to see. I put in the earphones and hit play.

Just after we leveled off my drink arrived. This was impressive. I had some woman bringing me drinks and kicking back watching a movie. Danny topped it off when he handed me a little pillow and a blanket. Life was good. Lunch was mediocre. I'm not sure what I expected, but it wasn't a fancy TV dinner. I was hungry, so I emptied the tray before she picked it up. The lady brought me another drink and I settled back to enjoy the rest of the movie. That's when the flight got good.

Danny shifted his position and put his left hand in my crotch. I looked at him with big eyes. He grinned at me and began rubbing my pussy through my clothes. Once I figured out that no one could see what he was doing, I unfastened my pants and pulled them down enough for him to reach the already wet lady parts.

His fingers were making me crazy. Mom said something to him, and he whispered to me.

"Mom said to control yourself. She can see your hips moving."

"Tell her to mind her own business," I replied.

He turned back to her and apparently did tell her. She smiled and leaned back to relax.

Danny was relentless. He took me really close repeatedly and backed off each time. I was so fucking wet I could smell my pussy. I suspect everyone around us could. Danny diddled with me all the way through the movie. As the credits rolled, he assaulted my clit. I know I was flushed as my hips took over my body. My fingers dug into both arm rests as I tried to maintain some control. I was biting my lip to keep from moaning as I came.

I was oblivious to the rest of the world and didn't hear mom laughing until I started coming down. I looked at her and nearly died, seeing both mom and the fat lady looking and laughing at me. Fuck 'em, I enjoyed it.

A second round of laughter started from them when Danny pulled his hand out and licked his fingers. I laughed too.

"Thanks, prick," I told him.

"You're welcome, bitch," he replied, then went to the bathroom.

I used the time he was gone to get my pants back up and fastened. Most of you probably don't know the finer points of putting on a thong. It's not hard, but it does require some movement. You have to snug the back piece right up to your asshole. Try doing that sitting down. It doesn't work. I know, I tried. I did the best I could and got everything up and fastened, but as soon as the prick came back, I went to the bathroom to straighten things out. The bathroom smelled like pussy by the time I went back to my seat.

Mom, the prick, and fatso grinned at me as I came back. I grinned back at them. As I stepped past Danny to get in my seat, I put my hand in his crotch for support. The fat lady laughed so hard she started snorting. Everybody in first class started laughing then.

The plane descended, landed, and took us to the terminal. I didn't even care if it crashed. I would have died with a smile on my face.

We got our bags from the carousel then went to the car rental place where the prick picked up a bright yellow Mustang convertible. It had all the bells and whistles. After driving for four hours to North Padre Island, we made it to the beach house.

We live in a small, crappy, three-bedroom apartment in Jersey. This was like walking into a freakin' palace. Our first stop, before exploring, was the huge balcony overlooking the beach and Gulf of Mexico. The sun was setting. It was the most beautiful place I'd ever seen.

We had stopped on the way and picked up a few groceries and a couple of bottles of wine. Danny poured us each a glass and we drank it watching the sunset.

The house was impressive. It had five big bedrooms and nearly as many baths. Three of the bedrooms had balconies with stairs leading down to the big balcony, which led to the beach. The kitchen area alone was about the size of our apartment. The great room was almost all glass overlooking the beach. You could easily seat a dozen people. The TV was twice the size of ours. This place was class all the way.

Mom fixed sandwiches and chips for us. We ate that and polished off the second bottle of wine sitting on the balcony.

Mom and I agreed that Danny would get the biggest bedroom. She and I took the other two that had balconies. We each went to our rooms to shower and unpack. Being worn out from the long day of traveling, we all crashed.

We were all up before sunrise and began our day with a walk on the beach. We decided to fix a light breakfast then explore the area. After that we would go to the grocery and pickup lots of food.

We hadn't brought much and just had toast and coffee. Driving around, we were all surprised with the number of properties that had for sale signs. Most had the same realtor, so we jotted down the number.

We found a H-E-B, which is apparently the Texas grocery. We left there with more groceries than we usually bought in a month. We also picked up a couple of real estate books leaving the store.

I think my biggest surprise was how friendly the Texans are. As attractive women, mom and I both get approached by strangers. This wasn't like that. Men, women, kids, couples, it didn't matter. They all stopped to chat. They didn't want anything - just visitin,' as they called it.

We put our stuff away and by now it was warm enough to hit the beach. Mom and I had both picked up suits. Ours were modest compared to what other people were wearing. There were surprisingly few people on our section of the beach. In Jersey, you're lucky to find a spot to sit sometimes. This was beyond nice.

We were smart enough to wear sunscreen, and reapplied it regularly, but by mid-afternoon we were all a bit pink. We went inside and showered.

Sitting in the great room afterward, we were looking through the real estate books. There were beautiful homes listed. Free standing, singles, like the one we were renting ran for about $850k. I thought mom was going to croak when Danny said he was thinking of something this size but with a pool and jacuzzi. He also wanted a three-car garage. Danny called the realtor that had all the for-sale signs. Like all the other Texans, she was wanting to talk, and arrived about twenty minutes later.

"Hey, y'all, I'm Trish, Trish Parsons. Welcome to Padre Island. Where y'all from?" she asked.

Trish was definitely Texan. Picture this. She's about sixty, big, I mean big blonde hair. She probably used a full can of AquaNet to get it that way. She wore bright red lipstick and her smile seemed permanent. Trish had Dolly Parton tits, skinny waist, and a big ass that was smaller than her tits. Her summer dress was accessorized with a belt with a cowboy buckle, and cowboy boots. Her southern drawl was classic.

After introductions, we sat down in the great room to talk.

"So, what are y'all lookin' for?"

She saw mom's grin at the use of y'all.

"If you're gonna be Texans, ya gotta understand the language. Let's begin with y'all. Y'all is a term that we use to indicate anywhere from one to three people. If it's more than three we generally say all y'all. Y'all get used to it. You'll hear it pretty much everywhere you go 'round here. So, what are y'all lookin' for?"

Danny spoke up, "Probably something like this. On the beach. Hopefully with a pool and a jacuzzi. We all drive, so we'll need at least a three-car garage." Trish was taking notes. "I noticed some lots when we were driving that had foundations but no house. I assume those were taken out by a hurricane."

"You're correct. We had a big 'un here a few years back. It was devastating. Many people didn't rebuild."

"Is there such a thing as hurricane proof?" I asked.

"There are two things in hurricanes that do the damage. The wind can get up to, I think 185 is the highest ever recorded. There's new technology where homes can be built to withstand that. The second problem is storm surge. There's almost nothin' that can stop that. The biggest, so far, is about 28 feet."

"So, how can you protect yourself from that?" mom asked.

"Build your house on higher ground."

"How about on stilts?" Danny asked.

"They need to be heavily reinforced concrete dug in at least twenty feet at forty feet above sea level. That puts the bottom of the house at fifty feet. It ain't cheap."

"Are there homes like that?" he asked.

"A few. There aren't a lot of spots forty feet up on the beach. Most of those sites are back a ways, and have homes built between them and the beach."

"Are any of those for sale?" I asked.

"I have two listed, and I think there are two more that other realtors have."

"Trish, why do you have so many listings?" Mom asked.

"I got lucky. There's a company that built a truck load of rentals. They lost a fortune with the last big 'un. They want out of the business and gave me the contract. They're goin' cheap too. This global warming thing has people scared. They're afraid sea level will rise."

"Will it?" I asked.

"Honey, I'm a realtor, not a fortune teller. From what I've read, they expect about a foot rise in the next thirty years. If warming continues, they think as much as twenty feet by the end of the century."

"Do you live on the beach?" Danny asked.

"I do. I live in one of the stilted ones we were talking about. My husband is a builder. He built it."

"How much money are we looking at for one of those?" Mom asked.

"You're talking about three million," Trish said.

Mom gasped. Danny laughed at her.

"When can we see one?" Danny asked.

"If we start by ten tomorrow, we can see all four."

"Let's do it," Danny agreed.

"For that much house, you're going to need a big down payment and really good credit," she warned.

"We're looking at a cash sale," Danny said.

"No financing at all?" Trish asked.

"Nope. We'll pay upfront," he assured her.

Trish saw dollar signs. She would pick us up at ten tomorrow.

Danny had no sooner closed the door before mom was on him about the cost.

"I saw your account balance. You don't have three million dollars."

"Not in the account I showed you. Mom, relax. We could buy a dozen three-million-dollar homes. I don't plan to, but we could."

"Danny, how?" Mom asked.

"I won the big Powerball a while back. We're set for life."

Mom's jaw dropped.

"Danny, quick. Stick your dick in there," I told him. He and mom both laughed. "Wanna do steaks for dinner?"

"Sounds good to me, y'all," mom said laughing.

"I have a request for after dinner. Think we can go shopping and find you two bikinis like we saw on the beach today?" Danny asked.

Me and mom both nodded enthusiastically.

We all three worked on dinner. It was superb. After that we went shopping for the bikinis. They were actually thongs, but neither of us felt the need to correct Danny. It seems weird to call him that. I think I'll stick to prick.

We each got three thongs and some adorable coverups. They had them for guys too, but the prick flatly refused.

Since it had been a couple of days, we both assaulted him that night after showers.

Mom got to him first. He had her over the side of the bed taking her from behind. I climbed up and sat on her face like she had done me a few days back. I have to confess; the prick has amazing staying power. Mom came a couple of times before he pulled out. I came once too.

Mom wanted to show me something she thought I might like and got on her back with her head hanging slightly off the bed. The prick walked up and fucked her mouth. I got on the bed beside her, and he took turns on us. Mom and I were fingering each other as he abused our throats. I came really fast and hard.

I wasn't even recovered yet when mom got up and put her face in my sensitive pussy. I struggled to get away, but with her holding my lower half and the prick still driving his dick down my throat, I had nowhere to go.

I came so hard I lost consciousness for a couple of minutes. It spooked the prick, and he pulled out. Mom reassured him that I would be fine in a few minutes. I was, but I was wasted.

He took mom's ass after that while I sat next to them to watch the show. He pulled out and came all over her ass and back. Being the sweet thing that I am, I licked it up and shared it with her.

We were all worn out, so after having a little wine, we climbed into his king size bed and slept there together.

We toured all four of the amazing homes the next day and loved them. The last one Trish showed us was a cool four million. It didn't have a pool or jacuzzi, but it was by far mom's favorite. Trish said getting a big pool and jacuzzi installed would be about a hundred thousand more.

The four of us talked it over and the prick made an offer for three and a half million. Trish dropped us off and presented the offer that evening. The seller, discovering it was a cash offer, took it. Trish brought the papers over for the prick to sign that night.

As soon as Trish was gone, we discovered mom was missing. She was out on the beach sitting alone. We poured three glasses of wine and went out to her. She was crying.

"Mom, what's wrong?" the prick asked her.

"I always wanted us to have our own house, but we could never afford it. I can't believe it's finally happening."

We sat on either side of her and held her. Danny and I looked up and smiled at each other.

"Prick, you made mom cry."

"Fuck you, bitch," he said grinning, then leaned over and kissed me.

We sat out there together and watched the sunset. I don't think any of us spoke for about an hour.

When we got back inside, mom excused herself and went to the shower. After kissing us goodnight, she went to her room.

"So, prick, wanna fuck your sister?" I asked.

"No," he replied. "I want to make love to my sister."

He stood and took my hand then led be to his bedroom. Looking into my eyes, he began undressing me. The prick took his time. I never felt more wanted and loved in my life. When he had me fully undressed, he lifted me up and gently laid me on the bed before taking his clothes off and joining me. I thought I knew what erotic was. I had no idea. His every touch and kiss was electrifying. My brother and I were the whole universe. There was nothing else.

When he got on top of me and gently slid his cock inside, I knew what it was like to be a woman. He moved slowly and brought me to a boil over many minutes. The prick kissed me so gently it was like touching cotton candy. He looked into my eyes for a long time as we became one.

"I love you, bitch."

"I love you, prick," I replied.

I came just seconds later. I belonged to him-heart, mind, soul, and body. Danny pumped me full of his wonderful seed. We fell asleep still joined. It was the most beautiful thing I ever experienced.

I was in dreamland the next morning. Mom didn't ask but I think she understood what I was feeling. I didn't have the words to explain it if she had.

Danny and I shared few words that morning. Every time I passed him, I said "Prick." He always replied with "Bitch." The names had taken on a whole new meaning for us.

Trish called just after one. With a cash sale, and a new home, we could close in a week.

Suddenly, we had a million things to do. We needed cars. Our old jalopy in Jersey wouldn't have survived the trip to Texas. We needed to furnish the house. Mom suggested we get only what we would need to move in. We could furnish the rest later. The prick and I agreed. Furniture and decorations would be a lot easier when we had full access to the house. We would also need to bring what little we wanted from Jersey. There wasn't much. We were starting over.We decided to go car shopping. All three of us we're accustomed to sharing an old ford something or other. Danny had already thought this out. Mom wanted a medium size four door with an automatic and a radio. Not too dark because that would show dirt. I had fallen in love with the convertible, but not necessarily with the mustang. The back seat wasn't particularly comfortable. I wanted all the bells and whistles. The prick wanted a truck. He said if he was living in Texas, he needed a truck.

The prick looked at his phone and decided where we would begin. It was a forty-minute drive to Corpus Christi. He drove us to the BMW dealer.

I literally flipped over a silver 430i convertible. It was my dream car. The back seat sucked, but who gives a rat's ass. I'd be in the front.

Mom felt the same way about the X3. She said it was a mom car. We both tried to get her to move to something bigger, but this was what she wanted. It was white with every bell and whistle BMW had.

Three hours after arriving, mom and I drove off in our new cars and followed the prick to turn in the rental. From there we stopped to buy car insurance.

"Where would you like to look for your truck?" Mom asked.

"Toyota dealer," he replied putting the info into the GPS.

He found exactly what he wanted. A new Tundra TRD. It was silver with black cloth interior and could easily seat five. The deal was made and about an hour later we were on the road back to the house. Both cars fit in the garage and Danny parked his truck outside. We all spent the evening with our noses in the owner's manuals.

Mom and the prick spent the night together and mom was as dreamy as I had been the next morning. I asked her about it. They had done what the prick and I had done the night before. It affected her the same way it had me.

We spent the entire day at the house or on the beach. Our new style suits were a hit with Danny, and apparently, with many of the guys on the beach. There were a lot of photos taken by passersby. I think the prick enjoyed it as much as we did.

He was quiet tonight. I asked him about it, and he said he was just tired. Danny went to bed early by himself.

"Mom, what do you think is going on with Danny?"

"I think he's overwhelmed. He's not accustomed to being this happy. If it's a new sensation it takes time to accept it."

"Do you think he is happy?"

"Honey, your brother has been behind the scenes his entire life trying to take care of us. Making our dreams a reality is probably his greatest joy."

"I was thinking the other day. Do you remember when Danny came home all busted up?"

"You mean after he beat the crap out of your boyfriend?"

"So, that was what happened?"

"One of his friends brought him home. They had to pull him off. His friends were afraid he was going to kill him."

"I never knew. I made him a prick, didn't I?"

"Your father started it. When Danny found out what my parents did to me, that added to it. You were a bitch to him, which probably didn't help, but you didn't cause it. He was a prick to you when you were a bitch to him. I think you're both past that now. Let it go. It's history, sweetheart."

"I'll try. Is there a way I can make it up to him?"

"Yes. Be happy. Have you thought about what kind of furniture you want for your bedroom?"

"Something with really pretty wood. Not white, but not too dark either. I want a desk too. I'm hoping to go back to school."

"Danny's hoping for you that too. We were talking on the way to the Toyota place yesterday. He knows you want that."

"How could he know? I never talked about anything personal to him."

"Danny is the type of guy that sees and hears everything around him. He sort of feels peoples need, hopes, and dreams. I don't know how but he does."

"I'd like to do something special for him."

"Just be happy and know he loves you. You can't give him anything more valuable than that," mom told me. "Oh, and blowjobs. He loves those."

Mom and I both laughed.

We piled in the prick's truck to go furniture shopping the next morning.

"Where to?" he asked.

"I'd like to go to Ikea," mom announced.

We both looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

"Mom, you don't put Ikea furniture in a three-million-dollar home. Danny, see if there's a Haverty's around here."

Danny checked his phone. "There's an Ashley. They carry nice stuff."

"Let's start there," I suggested. "Ikea? You wanna go to the Dollar Store too?"

"Don't forget Five Below," Danny said laughing.

"I like Five Below," mom said.

"Get over it," I told her.

Ashley had gorgeous stuff. I found a cream-colored bedroom suite that I loved. It had more drawers in the dressers than I knew what to do with. I'd figure it out. Mom went for white. It looked like beach house furniture.

I thought the prick would go for dark wood and massive. He didn't. He wanted medium brown with a platform style bed. Danny was adamant that it have no footboard. Mom and I both tried to tell him how much a footboard added to the look. He finally took both of our arms and took us aside to talk.

"Picture this. You're lying in bed waiting for me to eat your pussy. I climb up between your legs. Where's the footboard?"

We both tried to picture what he was describing. It took a minute. We both laughed when we visualized it.

"Okay, no footboard," we agreed.

We had the basics covered by the time we got home. Danny had been fine all day, and in the evening mom and I decided we were going to make the bedtime activities all about him.

We started with his shower. Since mom and I both required hair removal for our new swimsuits, I playfully suggested we shave my brother. He agreed. Mom did the actual shaving, and I kept the parts occupied and out of her way. Before it was over, we were all shaved bare. It did make the prick's prick look bigger. Luckily, it didn't change the taste. Mom and I both liked the new look.

Looking out onto the balcony, I noticed that the beach was devoid of people. Mom and I walked Danny out there and propped him up on the big lounger, about the size of a queen bed. We got on either side of him. He grinned as we both began toying with his cock and balls.

"No aggressive stuff tonight, please? I'd really like this slow and easy," the prick asked.

"That was out plan, baby," mom told him.

"After the show," I added.

"What show?" he asked.

"We thought we'd do some girl on girl and let you watch. Sound good?" I asked him.

He grinned and nodded. I climbed over him and moved next to mom. Our lips met in a deep, sensuous kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths. Mom looked over at his cock, then wiped pre-cum from the tip. She used her finger to paint it onto our lips before resuming our kisses. Our hands began sliding over each other's breasts and teasing the hard nipples. I got pre-cum and put it on mom's nipples as she collected the dew from her pussy and put it on mine. We took turns licking it off.

I slipped a finger between mom's legs and collected moisture then offered it to my prick brother. He licked it clean with a soft smile. Mom repeated the same thing with mine. Then she and I shared it with each other. Danny's cock was so hard we could see it throb with each heartbeat.

We shifted our positions so that we now faced each other's pussies. Danny sat up and sat facing us where he could reach us both. He watched us as we began exploring each other's pussies with our tongues. He stroked our hair as he watched.

I guess I've become a bit of a exhibitionist lately. I love him or mom to watch my sexual activity. The prick seems to enjoy watching.

Mom was really turned on. Her clit was rock hard, and her pussy was rocking over my face. Her clit usually softens for a few seconds when she's close. That didn't happen this time. She just went off. Her pelvis rocked so hard I had trouble staying between her legs. Mom can get loud when she cums, but tonight she let out a moan that drowned out the surf.

As soon as she was able, mom attacked my clit. I rolled on top of her to sit directly on her face as I slid my pussy over her. I could feel her nose at my opening as her tongue mercilessly flicked over my clit. I think I moaned as loud as she did.

I'm pretty sure we had both temporarily forgotten about Danny. I know I had. Mom and I moved apart and plopped onto our backs. Our pussies needed a break. We both jumped when the prick slid his finger over our very sensitive clits.

We pushed him backward onto the lounger and crawled between his legs. Mom swallowed his whole cock as I sucked his nut into my mouth.

We took turns sharing that prick's hard prick for a long time and were enjoying it as much as he was. I don't know how long we were at it, but it was the longest BJ I'd ever given. When he came, mom pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked him as he shot cum all over our faces. I licked off the last of it from the head then we cleaned each other's faces with our tongues. We finished with a sloppy cum swapping kiss.

Danny was spent. Mom and I were still in need. We walked him to his bed and tucked him in for the night. Me and mom went to my room for another round.

We were having breakfast the next morning and Danny had gone to the bathroom. His phone announced a text message. Since we were expecting a text from Trish with a closing time, I turned the phone toward me to see the message.

Bond revoked. DA pushing for long prison sentence.

I showed it to mom. "Does Danny have a friend in jail?" she asked.

"I have no clue. When was the last time you met any of his friends?"

"It's been a while, a couple of years probably," mom said.

"Yeah, for me too."

Danny came back and I pushed his phone to him. He read the message and a smile came across his face as he deleted it.

"I thought that might be Trish and read the message. Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," I told him.

"No problem. There isn't anything on there that you can't see."

"Not even dirty pictures?" I asked, grinning.

"You haven't let me take any dirty pictures."

"I don't remember you asking to take any," I replied.

"Can I? I'd like pics of you both," he requested.

"Not unless you lock that phone. Anyone could see them, and I don't want my pussy all over the internet," mom replied.

"Put mine on Facebook," I told him.

"Hey, we could do some porn videos and post them on an adult site. I'll bet very few of the family videos are real," the prick chuckled.

"Oh, hell no!" Mom said, wide eyed. "I'd rather not go to jail."

"Have you ever heard of anyone going to jail for adult incest?" I asked.

"There's a first time for everything," she said. "Taking videos is one thing. Posting them online is altogether different."

"Cool. We can take some vids later today," I suggested. Danny grinned. Mom rolled her eyes at me. "I'll start writing scripts right after breakfast."

"Right," mom replied, exasperatedly.

I didn't write any scripts, but I thought about what I would write. Most of what I'd seen was pretty cliche. Son with mom or daughter and the other joins them, or mom and daughter together with son joining in. Boring and overdone. I'd have to think of something different.

As I thought about it, I remembered my Black & Decker pussy wrecker in the drawer back in Jersey. We'll need to bring that to Texas. I'd love to use that fucker on mom. Maybe torture her with it. I smiled at the thought.

"How are we getting our stuff from home to the new house?" I asked.

"Driving up and back is out. It's twenty-seven hours of driving. I doubt there's much we even want. I could fly back, pack what we want to keep, and ship it here," Danny suggested.

"What about the rest?" Mom asked.

"Give it to a women's shelter or something," I suggested.

"By the way, there's an airport in Corpus Christi. You don't have to fly to Houston," mom said.

"That's a time saver. Houston is a pain to drive through," the prick agreed.

"I could go with you," I offered.

"And leave mom here to fill the new house with shit from Ikea?" Danny asked.

"Good point. Somebody needs to keep an eye on her."

"Sandy, you and I need to make a list of what we want packed," mom suggested.

"I'll start that today between scripts."

"My list will be short. All I want are the things in my memory box. That's stuff I've saved from you kids over the years," mom said.

"I don't have much either. I plan to leave that life behind," I told them.

"I'll book the trip after we get the closing date from Trish," Danny offered.

"Sounds like we have a plan," mom said.

"So besides making porn vids, what are we doing today?" I asked.

"How about sightseeing?" Mom asked.

"Something on a boat. I've never been on a boat," I said.

"You've been on the Staten Island ferry," mom corrected.

"That doesn't count. I'm talking about a real boat."

Around eleven we headed out. We did find a place to go for a boat ride and we all enjoyed it. We even saw dolphins.

The prick noticed people parasailing and tried to convince us to do it. I told him he could kiss my ass. He did, which got a good laugh from the guy driving our boat. Mom declined too, but more subtly.

We had lunch at the Dockside Seafoodery. I kid you not, that was its name. The rest of the afternoon we browsed the shops. At the far end of the street was an adult toy store. We didn't go, but I made a mental note of where it was. Mom and I could go there while the prick was in Jersey.

Trish didn't call until the next morning. Our closing would be at ten on Monday morning.

Most of our time over the next couple of days was spent relaxing around the house or on the beach.

I have no clue why, but the prick has started watching the evening news. I have no memory of ever seeing him do that before. I sat with him a few times.

On Sunday evening, while mom was fixing dinner, we were watching CNN. A story came on about a guy running for governor of Pennsylvania who had taken money from known criminals for his campaign. He had also been involved in several payoffs of women he'd been inappropriate with. His bid for governor was shot. During the stations investigations they discovered that his wife had a whole string of young guys she was screwing. Danny and I both got a big laugh out of that.

Danny insisted we all three be at the closing. When it came time to sign the papers, we all had to sign. Turns out the prick had put the house in all three of our names. Mom started crying again. He's such a prick.

Our first stop after leaving was the new house. Mom called Ashley and Home Depot on the way to set up deliveries for Tuesday.

When we got there, the prick had the audacity to carry us both over the threshold. There's just no end to his antics.

Not wanting to be outdone, mom and I sucked his cock as he sat on the kitchen island. The house was officially christened.

Danny left for Jersey the next morning. He had given us each a charge card so we could begin work on furnishing and decorating. Mom was the one with all the big plans and ideas.

All three-bedroom sets, the breakfast table, and the washer and dryer were in and setup by three. We headed out for bed linens and towels after that. While at Bed, Bath & Beyond, mom also picked up kitchen stuff out the wazoo. It was a good thing we drove his truck; the sucker was full by the time we got home.

We went back to Ashley the next day and bought more furniture. There were two other furniture stores and an outdoor furniture store where we bought even more. The delivery guys were great. They set everything up and even hauled off the boxes and packing material.

While mom waited at the house for more deliveries, I moved our stuff from the rental to our new home. The only thing I didn't get was the movie theater size TV. The prick could get that when he got back. We did make it to the sex shop and picked up several fun little toys. Several, meaning about twenty items.

Danny got back on Sunday. He had paid extra to have the six boxes flown with him. The prick had been thorough. He went through every nook and cranny. Anything that looked like it had sentimental value got packed.

The three of us had been spending a lot of time together, so when we started unpacking our boxes, we did that together. My Black & Decker pussy wrecker came out of the box and mom cracked up.

"It's a vibrator, mom," I told her, turning it on and putting it to her muff.

She stood there enjoying it for a minute before stepping over to her boxes and pulling out her own, that was identical to mine.

Looking back at that unpacking, it saddens me to see just how little of our past we brought with us. What's important for us is each other and our future.

My brother is a prick. That doesn't mean the same thing to me now that it did at the beginning of this narrative. I love him with every ounce of my being. He belongs to me and mom. He's our prick and so much more, and we belong to him.