Lou Punishes His Brother’s Bratty Stepdaughter at The Family Party

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"They had a rough, what, year or so before little Jinny, right?" Patricia said, checking her makeup in the mirror above the passenger seat.

Owen checked the light above and made the turn. "Yeah, at least. They don't talk about it much, but I get the sense it was pretty close to-" he made a cut-throat gesture with his thumb.

"The big D, really?"

Owen shrugged, bobbed his head. "I think so."

"Was it Jinny coming around that fixed it or, what, you think?"

"Who are we talking about?" Mandy's attention came back in from the snowy sidewalks she zoned out on through the gently fogged up backseat window.

"My brother, Lou," Owen said. "Him and his wife, you know, Nicole?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, what about 'em?" Mandy asked, leaning forward now. "Theys abeefin'?"

Owen pretended not to hear. Patricia stepped in, "Sorry, sweetie, we shouldn't have been gossiping about Owen's brother."

"Oh, come on!" Mandy perked up. "Owen! Gimme the hot goss, big man."

Owen laughed. "It's neither hot or new, I'm afraid. And there's nothing to gossip about, anyway."

"That's right." Mandy's mom turned around. "They're happy, just had their second kid."

Mandy gave her a little smile and an eyebrow. Her mom surely knew what it meant. Meant I fucking see you, you want to tell me so bad, but you won't, because you think I'm a kid. Drove Mandy up a wall. Mandy remembered her mom telling her on at least one occasion about Lou and how he's supposedly quote-unquote one of the good ones. Uh-huh.

"Who's at this party, anyway?" Mandy sat back.

"Umm, Lou and his wife Nicole, their two kids, Jinny the baby and Robert, the two year old. My mom, Uma, obviously."

"Birthday girl, obvee, yeah." Mandy chirped. "How young is Mrs. Combs this year then, Owen?"

"Seventy... five?" Owen looked at Patricia. Patricia laughed, saying it's his mother and he should know. After a pause confirming that yes, in fact, it's seventy five.

"And then it's us and some aunts and uncles and family friends," Owen said. "Here we are."

Mandy remembered the Christmas and Thanksgiving, the two or three noteworthy glances she'd caught from our good man Lou over the course of these family functions. Always looking away. In the way only a man with something to be ashamed of did. God, did she love her a good man. The good ones were never that good.

Mandy had just broken up with a boy, leaving her in a particularly disagreeable mood when it came to playing nice with the menfolk. And her mother, treating her with kid gloves? Wonderful. But this... now this could be interesting. Lou... Get him to lose it just enough to lean in or flirt back. A clean little ego boost? Why not?

~ * ~

"Louie!"

"Happy birthday, mom!" Lou hugged his mom, Uma, as he entered, baby in his arms, followed by Nicole and the older kid, stumbling in, holding mom's hand.

"Little Jinny!" Uma yelled in a whisper, gently lifting the girl out of Lou's arms and making baby noises at her.

"She ate recently, so watch the cannons there, might get yourself spewed up on," Nicole said, as Lou helped her out of her coat. "Hi, Mrs. Combs, happy birthday!"

"Robert, dear," Uma put her hand on the little boy's head, "will you let your mom know I'm getting sick of telling her to stop calling me Mrs. Combs?"

"Sorry, Uma," Nicole said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"OK, come on in, everyone's in the dining room-" Lou had picked up Jinny and they were about to go to the living room, when the door opened again and with the cold wind and snow, in came Owen, his wife Patricia and their - no, Patricia's - daughter Mandy.

"Merry Ummas!" Owen cheered, to multiple adult eye rolls and a happy yell from little Robert, who was too young to recognize a shitty joke, bless him.

Lou moved aside and welcomed them in, trapped in the hallway as now his brother's family did a similar arrival ritual with their mom as he'd just done with his family. Lou held Jinny, giving a one armed hug and a hi to Patricia, smiling as she shook Jinny's hand. Then a fist bump to Owen, him holding up his fist for Jinny to bump, she looked at him confused. Owen saying "It's OK, I still love you, little buddy." Lou smiling.

Mandy didn't hug or kiss, she put up the backs of her hands to Lou's neck. "Lou! Check how cold my hands are."

Lou smiled and chuckled, politely, saying "Hi, Mandy. Have you met Jinny?" Trying to quickly move past the weird light flutter low in his stomach.

"Who's this little sweetie?" She tickled Jinny's ribs and Jinny threw up on her.

Lou apologized, Nicole gasped and ran for napkins.

"It's no big deal, guys!" Mandy laughed.

"No, no, let's... uh..." Nicole was back in a flash, but stopped before dabbing Mandy's blouse. "You know what, let's just wash it and I'll get you something else to wear in the mean time, OK?"

"It's really no big deal," Mandy said, Lou looking at the spectacle, seeing the stain on Mandy's blouse, trying his absolute best to not even think about Mandy's quite substantial and shapely... yes, trying to think about anything else. And look anywhere else, he thought, just as Mandy looked at him for just a split second, then back to Nicole, as she swept Mandy away to change.

~ * ~

"Look at that, it fits! And you look great, hon!" Nicole cheered as Mandy came back downstairs.

She'd changed out of her vomitty blouse and into Nicole's eggshell cable-knit sweater. Mandy did like it, it was cute, sexy, and, the best part, it would help her confuse the shit out of her prey, prancing around in his wife's clothes, smelling like her, bergamot and cloves.

Not to mention the little treat she had procured just for Lou while upstairs, now waiting for the right moment to spring it on him. Mandy felt powerful, sexy. She could see Lou trying not to look at her too long or too intensely, as she came into the room.

"You like it?" she asked Lou and Nicole.

"Yes, sweetie, and I'm so sorry about the blouse."

"No worries, Nic," Mandy said, running her hands over the sweater, starting with her hands, "Gosh, this knit is so nice to the touch." Then over her stomach, running up and down, moving her breasts in a way that looked innocent to anyone not trying to picture her naked. Based on the look on Lou's face she glimpsed as she scanned him, he was not seeing the innocence in it.

Lou snapped his head to his wife, making Mandy look down, suppress a smile. "You guys saw any of that honey cake stuff aunt Billy usually brings?"

Smooth, Mandy thought. Good boy. Hide it. Repress it.

~ * ~

"I tell you what, fucking early twenties step daughter?" Owen taking a long drag from the sneaky garage cig, inhaling all the way, puffing his chest, eyes on the ceiling, closing them now. "Kill me."

Lou chuckled. "That bad, huh?"

It was cold in the garage, but Lou could use it. He didn't smoke himself anymore, but he still liked the smell.

"No, no. Not really. Not anymore anyway." He thought a bit. "Mandy, she... really tests boundaries. We've had to find our trenches with her and dig the fuck in. Me especially, the odd guy out, shit."

So Lou wasn't making it all up. And Mandy surely wasn't hitting on him, right? Just testing boundaries, to use Owen's words?

"But anyway, it's alright, what about you? How's little Jinny? She's so fucking cute that one. Robbie too, of course," he put his hands up, chuckling, the wine making him chatty, Lou noticed. "I don't play favorites."

"They're the best, man."

"And you and the missus," Owen left the sentence unfinished and sounding like a question.

"Better than ever, really," Lou said, knowing it was the truth. Him and Nicole had almost gotten divorced after Robert, but through a ton of incredibly frustrating communication and self-restraint, they'd come to see each other's perspectives and now... shit, Lou was happy to say they really did have a good thing going. "Couldn't hope to bring Jinny into a better setup, really. I mean, like, marriage-wise with Nicole."

"Shit, man, that's fucking... so great!" Owen slapped Lou's arm.

Lou wanted to ask his brother the same question, but Owen struck the ember off his cig and stepped on it. "Let's go celebrate, huh?"

"Yeah," Lou rubbed his hands and blew into them. "I miss smoking, man, but I tell ya, I don't miss freezing my dick off."

"Cuz' you have a..." Owen put up his hands, making his best stab at a Trump impression, "vah-jainah"

"As if, queef!" Lou snorted.

"I came in here, I said 'wow this guy's got a yuuuge vah-jainah!'"

"OK, dickhead," Lou laughed as he followed his brother up the stairs, punching his ass like a speedbag.

At the top of the stairs, as they opened the door to the hallway, Nicole stopped on her way and turned to them, "Oh, guys, perfect! Owen, come help us with the piano. Lou, babe, can you pop back down for wine and glasses?"

"Yeah, sure thing."

"Nice. Get us, uhh... A couple bottles of red, couple white..." as Nicole spoke, Mandy walked past and stopped, "one rosé and a box of long-stem glasses, alright?"

"Sounds like a lot, I'll help," Mandy said.

"You're the best, hon, thanks!" Nicole put her hand on her shoulder, Mandy smiled at her.

Then turned to Lou, walking down the stairs toward him. Lou stepped aside, let her go ahead down the narrow stairs. "Thanks, babe," Mandy said, as she passed him. Lou was getting whiplash. Mandy calling him babe, smelling his wife on her, looking at Mandy's ass as she walked down the stairs and cursing himself every second that he failed to resist.

Luckily, down in the garage the wine was all stocked on the old workbench and the box of glasses was right there. Mandy grabbed the box and a bottle of rosé, Lou grabbed the rest of the wine, two bottles in each hand. As they were leaving, Mandy turned around and said, "I think we got about four minutes before anyone comes looking."

She stood at a perfectly reasonable distance. Serious, casual look on her face. She licked her lip and the next, what, five to seven seconds, Lou figured, were some of the longest most tense seconds of his adult life. They just stood there in silence, looking at each other. Lou's eyebrows a little scrunched, eyes a bit squinty, trying to figure out what the fuck is happening. Mandy perfectly calm, still. But her eyes... they were on him.

Then she just nodded at the door and turned to walk away.

Lou followed her up the narrow staircase now, hauling the wine, Mandy's ass in his face, his wife's perfume, the sweater loose around her waist, giving him a glimpse of her back, the deep vertical ridge of smooth tan skin between the muscles. Ho-ly shit, buddy, get it together.

"What took you guys so long?" uncle Ashley drive-byed them as they appeared in the door to the hallway.

Lou said, from behind Mandy, "We got the wine and couldn't find the damn glasses."

"Just kidding, Lou, no rush," uncle Ashley laughed, shrugging, giving Mandy a hand, helping her up the steep stairs. Mandy looked back at Lou and smiled, squinting, head cocked, as she stepped up and out of his view.

Fuck.

~ * ~

Mandy wanted to rattle him now. They were at the dinner table and sharing a piano bench, seeing as they ran out of chairs, having more guests than planned. Little Robert did a little dance for them, now everyone cheered and applauded. Good for her, as no one was paying any attention to the goings on on the piano bench.

"Why are you being weird with me?" she asked Lou, expecting him to not take the bait.

Lou licked his teeth, lips closed, looking stern and, shit, so cute, saying, "Whatever you're doing, stop."

"Stop what?"

She might as well not have said anything as him sharing the piano bench was really proof enough. Why had Mr. Good Man Lou been so easy to get on the piano bench with her? Not exactly the most natural coupling in this sixteen-person party full of couples and siblings, right? Why was it that all Mandy had to do was claim the bench and seconds later Lou is telling his wife 'no, baby, come on, sit on the chair, relax, I'll take the bench.' What a gentleman.

Now his gentlemanly thigh so excusable against Mandy's. She looked down. Lou had big, strong legs. She could see herself... hmm, yeah... Looking at him now, Mandy actually did see a very handsome man, even if he was almost twice her age. Shit, that's kind of a turn on really, now that she considered it.

Mandy took out her phone, opened her camera roll. "Hey, Lou, did I show you my art project?" She looked at Lou to see what he would do. He looked down at the phone, absent minded, until he saw it and blinked. He looked up very quickly, at his wife, then Owen. Mandy stared at him, her stomach doing turns - excitement and, oh, wow, maybe even a little arousal, fuck. He looked back down at the screen in her hand, swallowing, then taking a sip of water. A big one.

While Mandy was upstairs changing in Lou's childhood bedroom earlier, she'd snapped a pic of herself topless in the freestanding full-length mirror, squeezing one breast. It was a cute pic. Seemed like Lou agreed.

Nicole turned to Mandy, switching Jinny from one arm to the other. "Wait, what's this art project? You doing art stuff, Mandy? Show me, show me, show me!" Mandy quickly tapped back and then to her 'Process' album, full of paintings she'd done over the past year or so, while taking a break from college. "Oh, my god, they are so pretty. Lou, look, am I right?" Lou looked over at Nicole, then Mandy, saying "Yeah, I saw them. Really good. Good job, Mandy."

"Thanks, Nic!" She put on a big smile for show, expecting the phone back. But Nicole was still checking it out. Zooming in closer, muttering about "Wow, the little shadow there... Oh, and the..." Mandy looked at her, studying her shit like it was a fucking Monet.

"Damn, Mand'!" Nicole finally handed the phone back. "That's really, really good!"

"Thank you!" Mandy looked at Nicole. Fuck, man, she was a sweet woman.

Jinny fussed and made Nicole turn back away, bouncing the baby on her leg.

Looking back at Lou now, Mandy could swear she saw a bead of sweat form on his temple.

~ * ~

Lou stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, water running. He gave himself a little stern talk. It went something something get your shit together something something, Mandy just showed you a picture of herself half-naked in your childhood bedroom. Pretend it didn't happen. Pretend it's all good.

It is all good. You haven't done anything. Nothing at all. You're here with your wife and kids and it's Mandy, if anyone, that's fucking uhh, you know, she's the one that's out of order! You have nothing to be ashamed of. Lou then looked down at the undeniable bulge in his pants. Fuck.

OK, Lou, you need a game plan. Just be polite, pretend she's a mental patient. Worst case scenario, what can she do? Jump you? That's her, not you. Just do nothing. It'll blow over, you know? He looked in the mirror and said out loud: "OK, good talk."

Fucking moron.

He still had a raging hardon that he had to somehow fold down into his boxer briefs, somehow between the band and his thigh. There were a lot of people and no one, maybe except Mandy, for fuck's sake, was going to look at his crotch, so he's probably fine.

He left the bathroom. Passing the kitchen Lou saw the mountain of dishes. He figured, you know what, perfect, nothing less sexy than a sink of miscellaneous soaked food, and he can just chill out there.

After about five minutes Nicole came over with Jinny, gave him a kiss. "You're such a good boy, helping your mom. Look at daddy." She turned her head to little Jinny, taking her tiny hand. "He's a good boy. You're gonna be a good girl just like daddy."

"Daddy's a real good girl!" Lou joked and they shared a little giggle.

What's he even doing thinking about some other girl? That's the mother of his kids. He almost lost this once already. Standing here now, their cute little baby girl, his beautiful wife... Lou figured yeah, you know what, he is a good boy.

"Hey, uhh, Nic, can I talk to you actually?"

"Sure, hon, what's up?"

"I don't, uhh... It's..."

Owen stuck his head in through the little pass-through window connecting the dining room with the kitchen, calling Nicole back to the dining room, their mom wanted her to tell the story about her Baltic incident for the few friends and relatives who'd not heard it.

"I'll be right there," she called back and turned to Lou. "What's up, baby?"

Lou looked at her. This was no big deal. No need to fuck up the night for this. Lou smiled. "You're so pretty."

"Aww," she said, "love you, babe." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

As she left, Mandy came into the kitchen, Nicole saying, "Mandy, you wanna give Lou a hand with the dishes?"

"Of course, yeah, can't let Lou score all the good boy points."

God fucking damnit.

To Lou's surprise, though, Mandy just helped with the dishes. No flirty banter, no innuendo or brushing or touching.

"You know," Lou said, stopping to wipe a splash of dish soap from his forehead, "Ignoring that bullshit you pulled with the picture earlier... I did see the paintings."

"Did you like 'em?"

"Yeah, I did. Are you going to school for art?"

"Gap year now, but before I was not, no - I was on my way to a biology degree."

"Oh? Biology? Sounds complicated."

"You might've meant boring, maybe?"

"No, not uh... I guess I don't know enough about it."

"Doesn't get any less boring the more you find out about it. Thus the gap year."

"Roger that." Lou used his one dry-ish knuckle to push his glasses back up his nose. "Wanna do something else?"

"Instead of biology?" She brushed clean a steak knife, running it under water, putting it to the side with the clean ones and grabbing another. "Maybe."

"Maybe art?"

"Maybe."

"Well, I don't know about art any more than I do about biology, but I liked the paintings a lot."

"Thanks-" Mandy tried to elbow something away from her face or use her face to pull up her sleeve, Lou couldn't tell. "Lou, you mind?" she looked at him, turning slightly toward him, throwing her head and blowing at her hair, a stray lock of it lifting in the air and flopping back down, her huffing out a desperate laugh as it did.

"Yeah, sure, uhh," Lou wiped his hands and did it, knowing full well she could have just wiped her own hands and do it herself. But, well, too late now, huh? You know what it's not too late for, bud? Hurrying it the fuck up. Why are you moving your hand so slow?

He looked at her eyes, as he brushed her hair back behind her ear, seeing her look at his lips in a way that made his vision blur.

She looked up at him, her own lips, full and red, were open just a hair.

"Oh-kayy, there ya go."

"Thanks, Lou."

Lou put his attention fully on the dishes, and it seemed like Mandy did more or less the same. At the very least she said nothing sexual and did nothing weird. That's good. Maybe if he scrubs the dishes hard enough, he might suddenly realize that he didn't just do what he definitely just fucking did.

~ * ~

Mandy was in the bathroom. She didn't need to pee. She got the water running and wiped her pussy. It was at the point where it was literally dripping. She laughed at herself as she did it, threw the paper away, flushed it, still standing there, pants down to around the middle of her thighs, looking at herself in the mirror, looking like a big dumb baby, laughing at that now. Maybe her mother's right.

Mandy had not expected to be this affected by her own little game. She let her fingers wander down. Just a little, she thought. Just a little. Touching her hard clit sent shivers across her body and made her breathe harder.

Someone tried to open the door. She pressed her lips, rolling her eyes. She pulled up her pants, yelling, in a polite, girly tone "Just a minute!"

~ * ~

It had been an hour since Mandy even looked at Lou. He was glad at first, but now... why did he feel like... fuck, he missed her attention.

Oh Jesus, man! Get your shit together, he told himself. But no matter how much he talked to himself about it, he kept...

Wait a minute.

Where... Oh no, his ring!

It was missing, his wedding ring, wasn't on his finger. He took it off while washing the dishes, so it must be there, but now, as he checked around the sink - it's not fucking there! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Nicole's gonna kill him. He's gonna kill himself. God damn it, man, you're falling apart here, he told himself.

Lou looked around the sink. On his hands and knees he checked the floor, the cupboard below, everywhere. Just as he was opening the toolbox from under the sink to take apart the drain, his phone pinged. He fumbled for it and saw a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: is this yours?

Then an image.

An image of, presumably, Mandy, only her mid-section visible, pants undone, slipped down a little, bare tan stomach, and on the front of her white panties, the kind that used a very slim band to connect the front to the back and rode high on the hips: his ring.

Three dots moving...

Unknown: it's upstairs, come get it.

~ * ~

Mandy's hands trembled as she hit 'send' on the message with the pic.

She had been giddy earlier, thinking up the plan, as the ring opportunity had presented itself in the kitchen. She took the pic almost an hour ago now, waiting, ignoring Lou. Let him stew, ruminate. See how long it takes him to notice it was missing. She got his number from her mom's phone in the meantime. Simple plan: watch him freak out over the missing ring, let him search, go upstairs, get ready, hit send on the pic and wait. She was only sad that she didn't get to see his face when he received the pic from an unknown number, like a cheesy horror movie.

She was on his childhood bed now, top off, breasts naked, pants undone, bare feet. She checked herself out in the mirror and, well, shit, maybe it's arrogant, she thought, but good luck, Lou.

She knew it was working. No way Lou would ever have needed an hour to notice his wedding ring missing otherwise, right? She typed out "it's upstairs, come get it.", hit send, and waited.

She thought, let me just get him to lean in, to touch, give me one kiss. Then I've won, then it's done.

Her hands were cold, Lou's childhood bedroom was not being heated, she figured. She remembered the hot skin on Lou's neck then. How close and powerful he felt next to her in the kitchen. She could feel the heat off him, the strength in his palm, when it brushed her hair with a gentle touch. She remembered how badly she wanted to put her head in his palm then, close her eyes, fall forward into him. But that would have been...

Well, she's playing a game. Playing to win, but not to win him.

Just get him in here, make him crack. Scoreboard! Go have some cake.

Thinking then about the scoreboard, though. Thinking what fucking score? Why not just pack up and...

The door knob rattled.

~ * ~

Lou's heart pounded in his ears and his fists were clenched. He'd kept his body movements as calm as he could as he got up the stairs to the second floor, while everyone watched his mom do her Italy trip slideshow on the big TV. This fucking girl. The fucking balls. Goddamn it, if she wasn't so dear to his brother, he'd... what? Fucking nothing, he knew it. What could he do, other than chew her out for behaving like a fucking maniac. But she didn't know that, did she? Maybe he'll scare her.

He opened the door slow, stepped inside and closed it behind him. Mandy was on his childhood bed, tits out. Oh my fucking god, he thought, those things are perfect. And he really meant perfect.

Focus, moron.

He walked up to her, stopping a couple feet away, towering over Mandy, as she leaned back on her arms, looking up at Lou with a daring look. He put out his hand. Said nothing. He prayed that his cock, which was on a rapid rise, would not break the delicate hold his underwear, thighs and pants had on it.

"What?" Mandy asked.

"Ring. Now."

"Oh, that!" She fumbled behind herself on the bed. "I got it around here somewhere. Oh, there we go. This one, right?"

"Uh-huh." His hand still out, him praying she would just put it there and that'd be the end of it. He'd take it. Say 'Nice tits, Mandy.' Walk out. Cool guy shit. Maybe drop in something like 'This little game worth ruining families over, kid?'

Mandy sat on the edge still, put one thumb under the front of her panty line, dropped the ring in with the other. "Oops. Think you can get that for me?"

"No." Lou stood with his hand out. His cock was rock hard and saliva filled his mouth. The delicate hold was no longer working. Maintaining his prideful bronze statue composure was harder and harder, as his cock pressed against his slacks more and more. It didn't help things to see Mandy notice it. He expected her to laugh, point at it, have her win. But what he saw was her cocking her head, expression on her face getting more serious. She let out a breath, looked up at him a little, quickly, almost like she was nervous now.

Fuck, he thought. She was!

"Give me the ring now, or there will be hell to pay, Mandy, I fucking promise."

Mandy stood up. She moved up to Lou. She was so close to him, he could see the tiny white hairs on her cheek, the much-used little lamp on the nightstand catching them in its weak, warm light. The little hairs stood up in goosebumps. His hand rolled upward into a loose fist against her stomach - rolled up by her walking into it and him giving in. Could have put the hand down, moron. Should have. Now look at where you are with your stern act. Hand on her soft, hot... fuck.

Mandy looked down at his crotch, shameless, just staring at the bulge in his pants. But she was quiet, serious, sounding like she was really trying not to breathe too fast. And his cock responded with pulses and flexes he had no control over.

"Mandy, for fuck's sake. Give me the ring."

She looked up at him. She looked him in the eyes, he looked back. God, this girl was so pretty. A pretty, young, naked girl. She stepped closer, looking at his lips, her tits against him now, the heat and weight of them painfully seared into his brain forever now.

He leaned down and kissed her. His head spun, hands going cold.

Her lips tasted like strawberry chewing gum. She pushed harder into him as they kissed, her hands on his sides.

His balled up fist was still where he left it, against her stomach. He slowly pushed it. Pushing her away from him, her eyes opening as the kiss was interrupted. But Mandy didn't resist. She kept her gaze on him, eyes wild, breathing hard. Lou pushed her further back, as they both walked together a couple tiny steps. Her legs were against the bed, nowhere to go. Lou kept pushing. She fell back onto the bed, seated on the edge again.

Lou saw her face now. Nothing daring about it. Looking at him now like maybe she was the one had something to lose.

"I can walk away right now," he said.

Mandy swallowed, cocked her head back. "Or?"

"Or..." Lou undid the button on his slacks. Then the zipper. Mandy was looking at it. "You can open your mouth, Mandy."

She looked up at him, breathing hard and fast now, no longer hiding it. The nightstand light glimmered off her wet lips. Her head tremored a little, almost laughing, like she couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"Do it."

Without the smile leaving her face - rather turning to surprise and excitement - she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out looking at him.

He reached in his underwear, grabbed his cock, pulled it out.

"Oh, my god," Mandy said, quietly. "Lou, that's..."

"Shut up and open your mouth."

"...I've never seen a dick that big."

"Shut up," Lou said, walking into her, his rock hard huge cock now on her shoulder, tip in her blond hair, no doubt leaving precum in it. Her chin on his abdomen, looking up at him, Lou had his hand on her cheek. "You wanted to be a slut, Mandy?" he said, calm, brushing her cheek back and forth with his thumb. "Then suck my cock."

Mandy moved only one hand at first, putting it on his cock, leaving the rest of her body exactly as it was. Just the touch made his cock twitch, pushing up against her soft, blond hair, brushing against her jaw.

She leaned back, taking his cock with both hands and putting the tip of it in her mouth. The wet heat of her mouth forced air in and out of Lou's chest, his cock flexing against Mandy's delicate hands.

"There you go," he said. "Take it." As Mandy tried to take more of it, but managed barely more than the tip. She licked it and opened her mouth as much as she could, but his cock was too big for her mouth.

She stroked it with both hands, looking at it. "God, it's so fucking big, Lou."

"The problem is, Mandy," he said, taking her by the face, firm, and helping her up to her feet. She stood up, not letting go of his cock. "You wanted it. You got it. You're gonna have to take it."

"Yeah?" she said, looking at him with glassy eyes, breathing hard.

"Mhmm. You ready for that?"

She leaned up, grabbing his face, pulling him in, kissing him, talking almost into his mouth, her wild eyes on him, saying, "I want your cock inside me right now."

He took her by the throat, not hurting her, but letting her feel his size and strength. He pushed her away from his face, her hands on his forearm.

"Ring," Lou said, "now."

Mandy's hands disappeared down the front of her pretty white panties. She found it, still looking at Lou, moaning and closing her eyes a little as she did, and got it out. It and her fingers wet as she handed it to Lou.

"Clean it," he said, not looking at the ring.

Mandy put the ring in her mouth, moved it around, took Lou's free hand, put it up to her lips, sucked in his ring finger, fumbled a little, got the ring on there, pushed it over the second knuckle with her teeth.

Lou still didn't look at the ring. "Cute."

Mandy touched his chest, going in for a kiss. Lou looked down at her, looking at one eye, then the other. Mandy's cockiness was gone now. Did she want his cock that bad? Or did she like being handled that much? He didn't kiss her, even though that felt like the thing he was supposed to do.

"Undress and get on your back."

Mandy listened, quickly removing her pants and panties, getting on the bed. Lou stood at the edge of the bed.

"Legs up."

Mandy pulled up her legs, her pussy spread open for him, dripping wet over her pretty little asshole, leaving a wet spot on the bed sheets.

Lou spit in his hand, slicked up his cock. He stood over Mandy, stroking it. He bent down a little, swiping his palm over her pussy, taking her juices, covering his cock in them. Mandy moaned, loud enough to fill the little room. Hopefully not loud enough for anyone downstairs to hear. The sound of either Patricia or aunt Billy laughing seeped in through the walls.

He dripped more saliva on his cock, stroking it, looking right at Mandy, as she held her legs up by the knees.

"You happy with your actions today?" He stroked the full length of his cock, precum leaking, losing his fucking mind looking down at this stunning girl, spread open for him. He'd never felt so in charge. Mandy nodded, quick small nods, biting her lip. Her eyes begged for his cock.

Lou grabbed Mandy's panties from the floor.

"Open your mouth."

As she did, he tucked her panties into her mouth, closed it, cupped her face in his hand, giving her cheeks a firm squeeze. "You take my cock. You don't make... a fucking sound. Nod if you understand."

She nodded. Lou put his hand between her tits, used his other hand to guide his cock to her pussy. His big, thick, rock hard cock was met with pressure. He kept it to there, pushed against her, before going in. He moved his hand from her tits to her jaw, taking her face. Mandy breathed shallow, rapid breaths, her eyes wide, her head doing tiny little nods, eyebrows contorting at him. He squeezed her face, not breaking eye contact. He rubbed her pussy open with the tip of his cock, taking care to be the opposite of gentle. Her body responded and her pussy let his tip in.

He pushed his cock inside, going in about a quarter. Pulling it back out, again, halfway in this time, her eyes rolling back into her skull. He pulled it out. Lou slapped her clit with it a few times. He hoped it hurt, but from the looks of her, Mandy was enjoying it. Maybe she liked pain, not only inflicting it on others.

He wanted her to feel every fucking inch. He pushed the tip of his cock back inside her and without pausing, rammed his cock in as far as he could. Her eyes went wide, on the ceiling first, then him - his cock was in all the way.

Mandy let go of her legs, grabbing onto Lou's back. Lou took her by the back of the head with one hand, hooked the other hand under her leg, pulled her down, her ass hanging over the edge of the bed now. He held her close and fucked her. His cock going in and out, sending shivers through Mandy's legs. She tried to hold on as best she could, it seemed, grabbing his neck, wrapping arms around him, but every hold she tried, failed as soon as another thrust or two came. Lou couldn't tell how many times she came or if she just shook and froze without cumming.

They must have been fucking for only a few minutes when Lou was ready to cum.

"Come here, girl." He lifted her up and threw her body back on the bed fully, grabbed the top of her head and helped her bend it down. "I want you to see this."

Mandy moaned quietly, breath shaking, grabbing onto Lou's arm at first, then grabbing his cock with both hands as the tip was still inside her, Lou waiting to fuck her.

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Jerk me off inside you." He looked at her, checking her eyes, she nodded. Lou didn't know eyes alone could make it so clear a person was begging.

He fucked her fast and hard, sending her into more shivers, her hands falling further away from his cock. As he was getting closer, almost cumming, he told her through gritted teeth "Stroke my cock, girl."

She took it with both hands and stroked from her pussy to the base of his cock. Lou had less than half the length of his cock still inside her. The view was something. Her petite hands on his fat cock, jerking it off inside her, as if trying to pull it into herself.

He could feel it coming. The pull in his stomach. He relaxed as much as he could, not trying to hurry it up at all, just the opposite. Her hands milked him as he came, the buildup exploding with force in the first pump, his cock twitching as it happened, Mandy responding with breaths and moans through her panty-stuffed slut mouth and looking down with wide eyes at her pussy being filled. Lou kept cumming.

It was longer than usual, the pleasure: prolonged and excruciating. The guilt seeping in already. He was done, but he could still feel that maybe there was a little... He took Mandy by her throat and fucked her, her hands falling to her sides, then looking for his face, arms... something to hold on to. Lou fucked her in long, hard strokes, squeezing her throat, her mouth open, he used his teeth to pull out the panties from her mouth, he spit in her open mouth as he let go of her throat, then kissed her. All while not letting up and fucking her, feeling the final little leftover of the orgasm coming. He straightened out, leaving her on the bed. He squeezed her tits, then grabbed her waist and fucked her hard, and as he came, he pushed his cock all the way inside her, feeling it pump the last bit of his cum deep inside Mandy.

Still inside, he slid his thumb over her clit and rubbed, sending her whole body in a writhing shiver, her hands grabbing for his, eyes squeezed shut, biting her lip, eyebrows contorted. He kept going until the shaking got so bad that she could do nothing about it.

Then he stopped.

He pulled out his cock and stood up, breathing hard. He looked down on Mandy, draped on the bed, legs over the edge, his cum leaking out of her pussy onto the sheets of his childhood bed.

~ * ~

They got dressed in silence. Mandy had not been fucked like that... ever.

When, she thought... when did it all fall apart? Was it the kiss? No. It was... oh, jesus, Mandy, come on, is it really that fucking simple? You see a huge cock bulging from a man's pants and you lose you motherfucking mind? Come on! But now, shit, what's done is done and Mandy knew this was a memory she'd revisit plenty of times.

When they were dressed, she said "I'll hang back a bit here?"

Lou looked at her, looked around. Thought about it, nodded. But he seemed... ah, fuck, Mandy, what did you do?

"I'm on the pill, by the way, so, you don't have to worry about... you know."

"Good."

"Are you OK?" she asked, as Lou had his hand on the doorknob.

"Yeah," he said, without looking away from the door. "You?"

"Yeah, very good." She smiled, moved her body a bit, trying to joke or be a little coy, lighten the mood.

Lou nodded, grunted and went through the door.

~ * ~

"Sweetie, wake up," her mom's voice snapped Mandy out of a dream. She jumped up in bed in a panic, thinking, shit, shit, shit, mom, what, fuck, she'll know, she'll see, shit.

"We're leaving soon, sweetie." Patricia sat on the side of the bed, speaking softly. "You should come down for a bit, socialize before we go."

Mandy looked around, everything was tidy and clean, cold, window open. She was under the blanket in Lou's childhood bed. Remembering then that she had tidied up, opened the window to air out the room, flipped the soaked blanket. She must have passed out as she waited under the blanket for the room to air out.

"How long was I out for?"

"Like, I dunno, two hours, maybe? I came up looking for you a while ago and found you sawing logs."

"Oh, shit, OK." Mandy laughed. Relief relaxing the muscles in her body, releasing the strangle on her stomach.

"Don't curse, sweetie, it's not pretty."

"Sorry, mom," she yawned, rubbing her eye. "I'll be right down."

She went to the upstairs bathroom, removed the tissues she'd put between her dripping pussy and the panties after Lou left. Now realizing she was still leaking Lou's cum, bunched more toilet paper and got dressed again.

Downstairs everyone was full and jolly. Most of the other guests had left, it was only Uma, her sons, their wives and children. And her. Lou's back was turned to the room, he was showing his older kid something in a book, the little guy slapping the book with his fist and laughing. Lou reading quietly to him.

She sat down on the couch next to Uma. "So how was your birthday? You feeling forty yet?"

Uma laughed, "I was close enough to forty when I got up the duff with that one," pointing at Lou, "and I didn't feel a year over sixty then."

"You're a funny gal, Mrs. Combs." Mandy laughed along. She felt rotten inside. All she wanted to do was to go over to that married father in the corner with his son and squeeze herself in under his arm.