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Family Feud IV

Chapter 29 Fifty Shades of Shut The Fuck Up And Suck My Dick

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Twenty-Nine
Fifty Shades of Shut The Fuck Up And Suck My Dick


**Note to reader: The story returns to its original narrative format.



CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $135

JAMIE: $95

“Prince Tyrion of House Lannister! What honor you show our humble banner house, I bid good tidings to thee.” Chris bowed formally with a flourish to the unexpected visitor.


Wendy and Jamie turned to see who was walking in on them while they furiously milked themselves both thinking it was Bill with a change of heart. The bitter realization that he had left sulking to creep back home and wallow in his misery swept over both of them as they looked upon the familiar face of Mini-me and made them slow their vigorous milking exercise.


“Peter Dinklage? Really? You think all midgets look alike do you?” He did bear an extraordinarily close resemblance to the actor who plays Prince Tyrion in HBOs Game of Thrones with trimmed goatee and all. However, he also carried a chip on his shoulder about the size of a boulder for all things stereotype which is why he gave himself the nickname “Mini-me”.  If he called himself one of the worst insults he could think of, then he felt he took away the power of people who made fun of him.


In truth, Chris had meant no disrespect at all. He was joking naturally but he could not deny the mans resemblance to the wise-cracking actor. “I am sorry about that, what can we do you for? Or they do you for anyway?”


“You are the husband, Bill?” Mini-me had been told Bill was Wendys pimp and had taken an instant disliking to him when he first heard about him and it showed in his voice.


“Me?” Chris was shocked by the negativity wafting off the little man who had just invaded their cabana as if he owned it.


“No, the lump of shit-fat standing behind you, yes you.” Mini-mes brusque manner only seemed to amuse Chris which made Mini-me even more brusque. Wendy remembered from her initial meeting with Mini-me that he had self-esteem issues and was putting on a tough guy accent and trying to speak in a deeper voice than normal.


“You know you sound like Nicolas Cage in Ghost Rider when you get angry like that, real gravelly and somber ha-ha. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Chris,” Chris offered a smile and had to bend down a little to shake his hand.


Mini-me accepted his hand begrudgingly and said, “So let me guess, you are Cow tits son?”


“Well, and her owner and pimp,” Chriss smile faded and he became a little more serious.


“Jesus fucking Christ, I thought your husband was your pimp?” He looked at Wendy with scorn. The two girls still had their hands on each others tits but had stopped tugging each them.


“Well, I am not sure my husband is up for the job right now,” Wendy didnt want to go into detail about the familys problems with him but she realized how that sounded after it came out. It also underscored her wonder about what Bill was doing and why he had turned his back without saying a word.


“That is freaky, the husband wont do it so the son takes over. I love it. You bitches are fucking twisted. So I pay you or what? I want to get my rocks off.”  Mini-me was reaching for his wallet as he asked Chris.


“Actually, my dad and I are both owners, along with Rahjid, but right now my Dad is..” Chris was midway through explaining when Mini-me cut him off.


“Can the drama kid, No one gives a shit. I need to bust a nut. I would like to do what I did yesterday, piss all over them, in their asses, and then jerk off on their faces.” He held up two fifty dollar bills as if he were in a hurry and wanted Chris to retrieve his car from valet parking.


“Wow, that is fucking twisted, I love it!” Chris had a new found respect for the little man as he took the hundred dollars. “I am going to walk down to the store and buy some razors so you can shave your cunts, and some mountain dew. If you finish early with him, you know what to do.” Chris announced to the girls offering them to Mini-me with his blessing.


“You arent a pimp, you are an errand boy,” Mini-me was a trouble-maker who had been bullied and picked on all his life. Now he often picked fights with people who were nice to him. He felt they would eventually turn on him and were probably being nice to his face so they could laugh at him and there was so much hate welled up inside of him that he just let it out as often as he could. His desire to humiliate girls was a manifestation of that and a therapy of sorts for him a sort of alpha dog dominance thing but also a release valve on a whole lot of issues.


Chris wasnt sure whether to slap him or laugh at him. He knew he recognized a kindred soul lashing out at the world and recognized his own perverted love of humiliation might spring from the same well he saw in Mini-mes eyes.


Jamie had stood by and let people make fun of her brother in high school and she had felt terribly guilty about it. She wasnt going to keep her mouth shut even if she was supposed to be a good little demure and submissive slut.


“He is our pimp and owner, Sir! He is going to get razors so we can shave each others cunts, asses and legs smooth because he doesnt permit us to keep any hair below the neck.” She pleaded to convince him of her brothers importance.


Chris may have looked like an awkward, lumpy teenager but to Jamie he had been a hero especially because he stayed when Dad didnt. She had seen sides of him that she knew very few had seen even Chris.


“Oh, and if you dont keep it shaved what happens, Missy-prissy?” Mini-me put his hands under his chin to mock her polite manner adding, “Does he spank your bottom?” his tone completely derisive and sarcastic.


Jamies blue eyes were looking imploringly at Chris. She wanted him to at least know that she stood up for him even if she hadnt convinced Mini-me of anything.


“I dont know sir,” Wendy answered the rhetorical question. “This is the first time weve ever gone this long without shaving smooth and hairless, what is our punishment for being so disgusting, Master?”

“You mean besides having to fuck this little guy?” Chris giggled and it was apparent that while Bills confidence may have been chopped down that Chris hadnt lost the swagger he had been developing the past few weeks.
“Yeah actually, I was going to hand out punishments after you finished milking your titties, getting your enema, shaving and getting inspected, but since Tyrion Lannister rode in, you will go beg Rahjid for your purple poppers and wear them all night.” Chris made reference to the zip-tie style bands that Wendy and Jamie had worn the night before that cut off circulation to their breasts and made them bulge.


“Those purple poppers? Enemas? Milky titties, Fuck, okay bro. I take it all back, I want to be you when I grow up,” Mini-me was quite a bit older than Chris and was obviously joking about his height. He dropped the pretense of a deep voice and sounded quite a bit like Chris when he relaxed and talked normally.


“No hard feelings, I totally feel ya. Listen, have fun pissing on them, I wish I could stay but I got ERRANDS to run.” Chris smirked ironically and started for the door.


“Hold up, hold up,” Mini-me said “Listen man, you are cool, my real name is Pete, err actually Peter is my real name. You can call me that. I only let my friends call me Peter.” He extended his hand in a genuine offer of friendship while he blocked Chris from the door.


“How many friends you got?” Chris asked skeptically while returning the offer of friendship.


“Counting you?” Peter thought for a second as if counting and answered “only you.”


“Hahah, thats cool bro, like I say, I really need to keep the line moving here if you know what I mean, time is money, so how about I let you get your freak on, and get out of your way.” Chris was curious about what was going to happen but he also knew this was business and that was more important.


The girls were completely left out of the conversation still half-heartedly holding each others nipples and watching while being ignored and talked about as if they were property and not even in the room.


“You know, I could come up off double what I paid, and I will drive you to the store and you can get everything you need. Then maybe I can sort of watch all that stuff you mentioned?” Peter asked with genuine enthusiasm. He reverted back to his earlier tough guy persona to add, “Unless you were bullshitting?” but Chris saw right through it and he knew it.


“Stuff like this?” Chris unzipped his jeans and bid his sister to crawl over and take it out for him. Jamie lifted it out gently and lovingly and started to get it hard instantly but he shook his head no and put his finger over his lips as if suggesting she be quiet and ask no questions. “Put it in your mouth,” Chris ordered and the girl obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the entire length of the half-hard cock without hesitation.


Then her eyes opened with alarm and her cheeks began to expand and fill up rapidly. “Youll need to swallow… there you go, that is it, pissy”. Jamie tried to keep her lips completely wrapped around the flooding, warm urine pouring into her mouth but found herself instinctively parting her lips to gasp for air.


Chris grabbed a long length of her blonde hair and pulled her back onto his dick. “Drink it all or you wont get another drink of water for a week!” He snarled at her and she obediently tried to control her breathing and drink down the piss.


Shed had dribbles of piss in her mouth from pussies and dicks she had sucked andthe two girls had drank some of their own mixed with water at the pool party but this was the first time anyone just completely unloaded a full barrel of lemonade into her skull by way of her mouth. It was disgusting as it invaded her taste buds, overran her tonsils and made its way down her throat to her stomach.


“Haha, I love the look on Assfarts face,” Peter laughed as he noticed how horrified and shocked Jamie had become with the realization she was her brothers urinal right now.


“Her name is Assface, but I like that. You can grab my moms mouth the same way, if you want too,” Chris said casually as he relieved himself in his sisters face.


“This ones name I know, its Cowtits. I jerked off to the thought of her last night.” Wendy was flattered she had left an impression on him that he would choose her image of the millions available on the internet to think about while he pleasured himself. She was equally shocked and horrified that this was yet a new perversion that was going to be thrust upon her.


“Come here,” Peter demanded she remove his cock from his jeans the same way. This time, knowing what was coming next made it even more scary and disgusting to Wendy but she complied and put her mouth around his full sized dick.


“You remember this one?” Peter smiled and began to spray his piss into the back of Wendys throat. “Oh yeah, you remember this cock from yesterday, dont you… dont you?” he kept asking as he made Wendy nod yes while pissed into her mouth. “This is a little throat coat for you, just a little throat coat,” Peter joked while bringing his hand up for a high-five with Chris.


Chris returned it - although it was more like a medium-five for him. He felt a little sad because his father and him had done a lot of high fives and bro-fists and now his father wasnt here and he was suddenly reminded of that.


“Will the guys at your work believe you were pissing in your sisters throat, in a dirty motel while partying with a midget?” Peter asked with a face that read on top of the world right now, dont want to come down.


“I dont have a job,” Chris laughed.


“Ah, just live off these bitches. That must be nice.” Peter had meant this in the nicest way but Chris started to feel guilty when he thought about that. He cut his piss stream before drowning his sister with urine allowing her to swallow the pool that had been building up like a reservoir in her mouth.


“You want more, Ass fart?” Chris laughed at his sisters grossed-out expression while her cheeks remained puffy as she tried to drain it. He expected a plea for mercy but doggedly the girl intended to prove Chris was her owner and nodded for more.

Chriss guilt melted away with a smile and he continued as he started his second wind. “You know a whore's mouth is only good for two things. sucking and swallowing." Chris stood like a proud rooster over his hens.


“True dat,” Mini-me was finishing up and shaking his cock in front of Wendys face while she blinked but accepted the last bit of his spray.


“Otherwise, her mouth is like her asshole, always full of shit. That's one reason her name is Assface, right, cow tits?" Chris said to his mother.


“Yes Master, our mouths are only good for sucking and swallowing, whatever you want to put in them and we need to be grateful of that. That reminds me, will you pick up an enema kit for us at the store? I dont know about Ass face, but I know I am full of shit right now.” She could kick herself for sounding so mom-like in how she asked the question. She was actually trying to sound sexy.


Mini-mes dick became rigid in time with the words coming out of Wendys mouth. The fact that she had been so casual about the question had impressed the little pervert more than if she had tried to sound sexy. “You like piss-boners, dont you, Cow tits?” he asked her.


“What is a piss-boner?” She asked to a squirt in the face of hot urine from him.


“That is a piss-boner!” Peter laughed and asked Chris, “You can piss when you got a hard on?”

“Hey man, I am seventeen, what do you think I am doing right now?” he pulled out of his sisters mouth and continued drizzling his piss into the rivulet of whiz still waiting for its turn to funnel down Jamies throat.


“I am impressed, youve got a giant cock, and I mean that, no-homo!” Peter looked over at Chriss erect cock.


“Thanks, and you can drop the tough guy act with me man, we are friends,” Chris gave him a warm smile and dried his dick in his sisters hair before putting it back into his jeans and leaving her to finish swallowing the present he had given her.


“Your life must have been awesome. You were raised in the pimp game. How long have you been pissing down their throats like this?” Peter was finishing up on Wendy and wiped his dick in her hair like he had seen Chris do. Wendy had more of the yellow stuff down her chest than Jamie who had barely spilled a trace.


“Actually, I wasnt raised in the pimp game, weve recently started this, and as for pissing on women, truth be told this was my first time,” Chris answered seriously.


“Damn, with slutty, piss drinkers as expert as these?” Peter was shocked by that.


“It was our first time too, Sir.” Jamie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at her mom in jest “Unless you did something else you didnt tell me about?”


“Oh, I am still waiting for the Roscoe story, this should be good!” Wendys eyes were water, her nose was slightly red from where Peter had pinched it to control her air supply but she was smiling as she wiped her face.


“Motherfucker! Well truth be told it was my first time doing this too, normally I try to piss on a whore at the end of my session and she chases me off. Maya is one of the few who will accommodate me, but that is on his terms, if you know what I mean.” Chris didnt know what Peter meant but he shook his head when the midget winked at him like he did.


“Listen, I wanna hear the Roscoe story too. I was kidding when I said no one gives a shit about your family drama. I am so fucking fascinated by it I want to hear every last detail. I bet your lives could easily fill four fucking books of internet fiction.”


“You read perverted stories on the internet?” Chris smiled at him conspiratorially.


“I am a fucking midget who pays for sex, you think I dont fucking jerk it to everything and anything on the internet? Whenever and however I can.” Peter answered abruptly but smiled to let Chris know he was teasing. “Some of my favorite authors are Vulgus, Redlegtiger,  Uh arthvr dragonsen, Hooked6, and Phil Phantom, you should read them some time.”


“Sounds cool, I will have to check those out,” Chris answered as he ordered the girls to get dressed. “You two are going to walk the track and at least suck one dick before me and my buddy Peter get back from the store, do we understand each other?”


“Yes Master we will do our best,” the girls sounded almost in unison


“There is no try, only do! Fuck and suck you will,” Chris imitated Yoda “Purple poppers you will have on, when return we do! If it hurts, a shit I do not give.”


Peter laughed so hard that a little spit came out of his mouth. “That was fucking hysterical, you know those authors are good and all, I mean the best. But you know what, fuck that man, reality is even better! You could write a book about your life and people would read the shit out of that book I would.”


“Well, you are a twisted little pervert though.” Chris smiled at his friend.


Any question as to whether that had been too blunt was erased when Peter smiled broadly and agreed. “You would be surprised if you look down some time, just how many of us little perverts are out there. You know what my favorite story is?”


“No idea, one with a midget in it?” Chris smiled.


“Fifty shades of shut the fuck up, and suck my dick.” Peter laughed and hit Chris in the balls playfully “And its Dwarf not midget” he explained.


“Oh? I am sorry about that” Chris apologized.


“I am just fucking with you, if you had said Dwarf, I would have said its little person. Its a game we like to play to fuck with people who are too sensitive.” Peter quipped.


“Really?” Chris said with a smile across on his face.


“No, not really. Jesus, dont believe everything a midget tells you. Listen, I know your girls have to make money, but could they ride in the car?” Peter changed the subject unexpectedly.


Wendy and Jamie were already dressing and trying to touch up their makeup and hair to get busy for work.


“Why?” Chris laughed.


“The Chevette never gets any action. I would kind of like to you know, hear the Roscoe story and just sort of like you know hang out.”

Chris looked at his mom and Jamie for a clue as to what he should do here. He knew it was important to everyone that they work and make as much money as they could. They would be homeless by Friday him and his father had maxxed out the credit cards.


“Oh I see, so you are the boss? How about another theory? These two little minges give you good hand jobs and let you piss all over them but it looks like they call the shots.” Peters tone was challenging Chris to prove him wrong.


“It is really not like that, they would sit in the back of your car cuffed and gagged if ordered them too and they would be thankful they got to ride inside a car for a change. Its just my Dads not here and we are..” Chris started to explain his situation.


“Look I get it, your dad is the decision maker, hey I understand. Tell you what, how about I pay an extra fifty bucks Cowtits has to pretend to be my girlfriend if we see anybody at the store who knows me.”


“You two cunts can do that, cant you?” Chris smiled at his mom and sister.


“Yes Sir, but are you going to introduce me as Cowtits your girlfriend?” Wendy asked with a look of amused disbelief across her face.


“Yes, why not? Its not like they are going to think you are high class, you are dating me after all,” Peter turned on his heel and opened the screen door “We ready to get to the store?”


The four piled into Peters tiny green Chevette. The car was roomy to Peter but Chris had to squeeze himself into the front seat and the girls had to sit scrunched in the back on top of old soda cans and dirty socks that were thrown randomly into the back. “Its a whole lot roomier if you are only three and a half foot tall, ladies” he smiled and pulled out of the motel.


He passed a 99 cent store and dismissed it as junk before deciding on a Super J-mart in a dilapidated shopping center. “Twenty years ago this was pretty much the only shopping center in this part of town. It was a K-mart then, but they have pulled out and now its just a J-mart”.


“Ive never heard of J-mart,” Chris said exiting the car with the girls.


“Exactly,” Peter felt Chriss words had just made his point. This shopping center was a metaphor to him of the city being slowly torn down and replaced by crap and crappy people. It disgusted him but he continued to shop in it and live here he felt like one of many worms in a disgusting and rotten apple trying to get to its core. “I always shop here. Its cheap as shit and they have everything you need if you dont mind your food slightly out of date.”


“Sluts, youll each push the cart. I want your hands out in front of you and only remove them from the cart when I tell you to retrieve something. You know how to bend to pick something up, right Ass fart?”


Jamie liked her new name a whole lot less now that she had gotten used to Ass face. “I am to bend at the waist, bending at the knee is for ladies, not sluts, Sir.” she repeated the procedure.


“Good, good, just making sure Dads pity party today giving you early release didnt change anything about the rules.” Chris reminded her.


“No sir, you are the boss,” Jamie was starting to wonder if it had been such a good idea to agree to this after all, when would it end?


“I know, aint it nice?” Chris led the girls through aisles of what could amount to crap you buy and immediately regret owning. There were old Christmas decorations, Disney memorabilia from movies that were old when Chris was a kid, bric-a-brac and assorted and miscellaneous clothes and food items. It was basically everything you could buy at a flea market but lined up in long aisles to give the illusion of a department store.


“I think I saw this place on Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome” Chris noted the lackadaisical cashiers paying no attention to the parents hustling herds of screaming kids around the store grabbing and breaking stuff in a whirling dervish.


“Yeah, who run barter town?” Peter mimicked the midget from the movie.


“Master Blaster,” Chris replied the appropriate line from the movie.


“Like a motherfucking P-I-M-P, Pimp thats who,” Peter laughed.


“Cowtits, there are some razors, pick those up.”  Chris instructed his mom to bend at the waist and pick the cheapest razors (without gel) she could find. “You like old science fiction movies?” Chris was intrigued by his new friends knowledge of movie quotes.


“I told you, I am a midget with too much time on my hands. If I am not jerking off, or squeezing one out in the toilet, I am watching some fucking DVD. I nearly shit my pants laughing back there when you imitated Yoda. You are a comedian, man!” Peter gave Chris some respect.


Jamie and Wendy looked at each other as they noticed the two men bonding. They didnt have to say anything to one another to share that they were both arriving at the same thought. Chris needed this right now If dad was giving up, Chris needed a little pick me up.


Wendy leaned in and whispered in Jamies ear, “Hey, he stayed here not to be mean and cruel to us, I mean yes, he was mean and cruel, but he is here to keep us motivated. If this keeps him motivated so be it.” and Jamie nodded complete agreement.


“Are you two lovebirds sharing a thought you would like to tell the rest of us?” Chris noticed their whispers and called them out.


“We were just about to kiss, wanna watch?” Jamie smiled and leaned forward and French kissed her mom. They had done it many times before and had become very expert at delivering fresh, wet kisses to one another.


“Oh now cmon you two, there are kids in here, what would they think.” Chris laughed as he watched his mother and sister French kiss in a store full of shoppers. He was making them bend over far enough that the hint of their ass crack was on display and parading them around the store in skimpy outfits - had the store been even slightly better run they may have been thrown out just for trying to wear them into the store.


“Your mom and sis, sure are extroverted attention whores arent they?” Peter laughed.


“See that is where you are wrong, an attention whore displays herself on her own terms and shows only what she wants people to see in exchange for attention, respect and power over someone else through their desire for her.”


“What you are seeing are sluts being humbled. They are given only minimal clothing to keep them vulnerable and so that anyone looking at them couldnt possibly respect them. Yes, they are desirable but they are on display because the wind blows or..” as a bunch of screaming Hispanic kids ran past them knocking Wendys skirt so that her ass became visible “something like that happens, they are going to show you whatever not on their terms.”


“I fucking love it,” Peter looked over a dozen or so items they had collected in the shopping car “What are the brooms for? You planning on having them clean up that shithole cum factory you are staying in?”


“No these? What are these for Cowtits?” Chris asked his mother as he held up one of the yellow brooms they had in the cart.


“To shove up our asses, if we dont make enough money tonight Sir!” Wendy admitted but added “But is it fair, if you have us walking around the store where we cant make money?”


“Dont worry, Ill take that into account,” Chris laughed.


“Can you give me a dollar figure as a goal, Sir?” Wendy asked. Bill had known that Wendy was uncomfortable with qualitative goals of you did good or that was okay. She liked to have measurable targets and she pioneered them in her employee evaluations as a senior vice president at her old job. It had been the reason he started using stars when he first came up with “Bills Bill” to give the girls a target.


“Dad was better at estimating,” Chris suddenly realized the subtext of his moms question was that she was missing his stabilizing influence already. “You have to each earn five hundred tonight at a minimum,” Chris quickly picked a number he thought was attainable but not too easy.


“And we can sleep inside?” his moms face brightened another thing she liked was negotiation.


“No, dont be silly. You just dont have to do it with this broom jammed up your ass,” Chris laughed.


“Uh Sir, oh gosh, we are getting some complaints about inappropriate behavior here?” a diminutive yet familiar voice came from behind Chris.


“Oh really? Ive seen at least three women in here in fishnets and sports bra,” Chris was about to turn around and defend himself to the store employee when he recognized the mans face.


“Wait, arent you Sheldons dad?” Chris asked. It was Jerry Cooper one time employee where Wendy used to work and her handler at one point.


“Yes, I am. I didnt recognize you from the managers desk.” Jerry tried to sound official.


“You are the manager here?” Peter asked.


“No Peter, I am not the manager and you know that. I am the Assistant Manager,” Jerry admitted begrudgingly.


“I heard you were the Assistant TO the manager, and the managers desk is really just that little counter right when you first walk in where they do returns?” Peter was having some fun at Jerrys expense.


“Can I introduce you to my friends? This is Chris the best pimp in the game, and his girlfriend and my girlfriend Cowtits,” Peter pulled them all close and hugged Wendy in close.


“I thought you were married to Bill?” Jerry had secretly had a crush on Wendy for years before she ever started going through discipline but he was too timid to ever act on it. The fact that she had been dropped on his lap the final day of her employment at the firm where they both worked and he had been in charge of him had driven him insatiably crazy. He had kept replaying that day over and over in his mind.


“I thought you were working at Bufords store, Sir?” Wendy let Peter feel her up under her skirt and around her boobs while she tried to hold a straight conversation but couldnt keep a straight face.


“I still work at the Adult emporium,  I was fired shortly after you from my day job, so I had to take this in order to make my alimony and child support payments,” Jerrys shoulders were slumped and he was a beaten man the words loser seemed to radiate in all directions around him.


Wendy couldnt help but wonder if given enough time that Bill would devolve into a lonely and spineless guy like Jerry.


“You know my relationship with Bill, he doesnt mind sharing me, Sir.” Peter pulled Wendy down close to him exposing her cleavage as the shirt she had on barely covered her well rounded and still tan fake tits. Peter opened his mouth and Wendy closed her eyes and French kissed him passionately for what felt like too long while she felt what she hoped were just Peters fingers climbing their way up her ass cheeks.


“Well I do see that. I was put in charge of you for your final day as you may remember?” Jerry asked the question with a hint of hope for some recognition.


“Yes Jerry, actually I do remember.” Wendy called him by his first name instead of Sir. It started to dawn on her that he may have been the one feeding Vicky all the information about her activities at the office. If she had been in her office rivals shoes she would have gone after the weakest member of the other sides team.


Jamie elbowed her mom noticing the absence of protocol but neither Peter nor Chris caught it and it was ignored.


“Can I ask, did you tell Vicky about the arrangement I had with Steve and you?” Wendys eyes narrowed at Jerry who seemed to cower in fear when she called him out.


“I had to tell her, she said she would get me fired!! I didnt know,” Jerry began to crack immediately wondering how Wendy could be so perceptive.


“Cowtits, are you giving Jerry a hard time?” Peter felt up her breasts while he laughed. Wendy realized she had probably overstepped her boundaries, letting her growing rage seethe that the spineless little man may have engineered her downfall at the company which led to her losing her house.


“I thought you said I was your only friend and only true friends can call you Peter?” Chris asked with some skepticism.


“Oh, Jerry is a sad sack and a ball-sniffer, but I have to make exceptions for my brother,” Peter slapped his brother on the thigh and told him to lighten up.


“Look, I need you to get your purchases and go, I have to get back to the counter.” Jerry muttered. He had a habit of muttering when he wanted to say what was really on his mind.


“You mean the Managers desk?” Peter had a cruel streak about as wide as the bottomless canyon that Jerrys self-esteem had been dropped into. It had begun to dawn on the others that maybe they had both had a lot to do with each others condition.


“Ass face was about to tell us her Roscoe story, I am sure it will be interesting,” Peter offered to his brother, but Jerry was already on his way back to the managers desk. Peter whispered to Chris that he would pay for it.


“They will both suck your dick,” Peter called out loud enough for a large portion of the store to hear the din of screaming kids, ringing cash registers and crashing shopping carts stopped for just an instant and then rose back to its previous dull roar with only few chuckles from shoppers.


“This place needs its own People of Walmart website,” Chris joked of the site that showed all the late night shoppers who grace the store in tacky sweat pants and short skirts.


“Yeah, I think you can see most of these people on the jails mugshot webpage if you are that interested,” Peter laughed. A large breasted Mexican woman passed right by him without noticing him rubbing her ass against his face, “One of the many perks of the job,” Peter smiled but then a trail of seven of her kids stamped over him, poking him and knocking him down as if he were a child in their way wiping the smile right back off again.


“I could have sworn one of those girls had the exact same outfit Jamie has on,” Chris said of the eldest girl in the pack of kids to have just run past.


“Yeah I noticed that too, short denim skirt, white halter top, but I think she had Dora the Explorer sewn on to the back of hers,” Peter grinned, “Hey, in the poor side of town, I dont know if its just that air condition costs so damned much to run, or if Mexican families just have less taboos about showing off their bodies. All I can say is coming to J-mart is the poor mans titty bar,”


“Thats gross, that girl was like fourteen at most, she still has braces!” Jerry chided his brother he had come back for the promised blowjob. “I can take my break for fifteen minutes,” he added.


“Hey, there is no harm in looking. When I was a teenager I liked teenage girls, you mean to say I gotta stop liking them?” Peter asked


“Well, I understand that its j-just,” Jerry stammered.

Peter imitated his brother, “Oh there is a beautiful, thin, uncorrupted graceful body, with rock hard abs and perfect little titties just budding under my paper thin shirt its ugly to me, because I am 42 now and Jerry!”


After paying for the stuff in the cart they walked outside the store and around to where the dumpster was. This was where most employees came to smoke on their break and it seemed for Jamie and Wendy where they took women to suck their dicks.


Wendy wasnt sure whether or not she felt sorry for Jerry or was willing to laugh at Peters antics she was leaning towards feeling sorry for Jerry despite how hilarious Peters imitation actually was.


“Hey, Ass fart? How old are you?” Peter asked as they approached the dumpster.


“I am sixteen, Sir.” Jamie answered honestly jutting out her chin and chest at the same time.


“So you are ready to let her suck your dick, she is old enough to go to school with your son, whats his name?” Peter was making a point.


“Sheldon, and she does go to school with my son.” Jerry admitted while he stood inside the cement barrier next to the smelly dumpster with a look of disgust creeping across his face. Jamie wanted to correct him that she had been kicked out but kept quiet, despite her difficulty with deception by omission she knew it wasnt an important detail or maybe she was just a little embarrassed to admit it right now.


“Oh? You must have really hated that kid to give him a name like Sheldon, I thought I got picked on as a kid, but Jesus Christ Bro, Is Uncle Peter going to have to hook this boy up so he isnt a virgin anymore?”


“I think thats probably unnecessary.” Jerry stammered.


“Actually, mom you fucked Sheldon didnt you?” Chris asked his mom point blank.


“Should we undress completely Sir?” Wendy avoided the question this was technically before her daughter had started having sex and she was keeping it secret. She crossed her arms and held on to the sides of her half-top as if to pull it over her head on command.


“Why, do you plan on getting that much cum all over your tits?” Peter laughed.


“No, its just sometimes people want me naked for blowjobs, Sir.” Wendy whimpered.


“What is it going to be Jerry, do you want the two of them naked, or just whip it out and get to it?” Peter asked his brother.


“You two arent going to stand back here while it happens?” Jerry stuttered in concern.


“Why? Me and Chris here, we double-teamed them just about fifteen minutes ago, but shes my girlfriend.” Peter turned to Wendy “So you are willing to suck his dick with your daughter, and tell us the story about Roscoe P. Coletrain or whatever the fuck, right?”


“Well, Actually he sounds like he would like to hear about how his son and his friends ravaged me over at the book store one night while they played Magic the gathering.” Wendy popped off her top aggressively not waiting for orders.


“No, I think the Roscoe story will be just fine actually,” Jerry had a suspicion that the night he drove her home from Bufords emporium  and when he stopped at his ex-wifes house and Wendy had walked off with his son that something had happened. He had been in denial about it and had a lingering jealousy that his teenage son had done something even with a full day in charge of her as her key holder at work, he hadnt.


She dropped her skirt on the ground revealing her bare, bald cunt and walked over to Jerry like she was going to ravage him wearing only a dog collar and high heeled shoes that showed off her rock hard ass perfectly. “Id really like to tell you Jerry, how hung your son is, can I see if you are as hung?” She bent down in front of him and pulled his dick out to look at it.


“Well thats okay, you probably have a lot of other good qualities,” Wendy said with an edge to her voice that sounded like she was thinking about cutting his dick completely off. It scared Jerry and it was starting to scare the others.


Peter was laughing he liked edgy. He fancied himself a sort of Joe Pesci or Danny DeVito type of guy and his sense of humor was a little dangerous.


“They all made me a prize in their card game, Jerry and then,” Wendy bent at the knee so she could drive her mouth on his cock and suck it, but pulled herself off the entire length quickly “took me in the bathroom and fucked me in every hole. There were five of them Jerry, your sons friends and him choke fucked me over a toilet.”


“I think I want to stop now, this was a mistake,” Jerry started to move away but Wendy would not let him put his cock back in his pants she held on to it and raked it with her fingernails like a cat with a mouse in its claws.


“Cow tits?” Chris tried to establish his control over his mom but she wouldnt listen. She sucked Jerrys dick just enough to wet it and then told how she just ACCIDENTALLY ran into Vicky at the bookstore.


“I wonder how she knew I might be there, Jerry?” Wendy said with a subtle anger in her voice.


“You know coincidences happen, I didnt call her, thats too late for me to call her,” Jerry was in denial.


“You know your boy took me to Olive Garden and played footsie with me. I was his first date,” Wendy was being malicious and ignoring Chriss command to stop.


“Then he tied me up naked in the woods, where I spent the entire night until my son and owner came to retrieve me, did you know that, Jerry?”


Peter was laughing and saying how hot the story was, Jamie was confused and asking her mom to stop and Chris was just listening to how this played out.


“Okay, I am sorry! I did tell her everything about what you were doing, but you have to understand, I love you.” Jerry blurted out.


“You love me? So you betrayed me?” Wendy stood up and put her hands on her hips.


“You are so beautiful and so perfect, and Bill mistreats you. He tattooed whore on your ass!”


“I asked, no I BEGGED him to put this tattoo on my ass, my daughter begged for hers too!” Wendys tits shook when she spoke because she was seething with rage.


“I asked you to come and stay with me, I would have given you a home, and been nice to you,” Jerry pleaded. It was obvious the man was lonely after a bitter divorce but he was also clingy and pathetic.


“You took away my home!” Wendys rage was starting to boil over. “If you had not have fed Vicky all that information about what was happening at work, she couldnt have arranged to get me fired the day you were made my handler. If she hadnt gotten me fired and I could prove we had a legal source of income to satisfy our house payments then the bank couldnt foreclose on our house!


“Bitterman MADE me do that, that was not my fault, he said I had too!” Jerrys dick had shrunk like putty in Wendys hand and she let it go like it was made of fire.


“Mr. Bitterman made you do what now?” Wendy asked the others were too stunned to do anything.


“Mr. Bitterman and his rotten grand-daughter, they can do nasty things to you, very nasty. I didnt want to but several weeks ago they came to me and made me start procedures to get your house taken away. I know I should have told you, I am so sorry!!” Jerry was nearly groveling.


Wendy remained naked she was so angry and full of adrenalin, but now things just didnt fit. “I thought you said that Mr. Bitterman said he just found out about our situation today, Sir?”


Chris and Jamie confirmed that was what they heard and a web of deception started to unravel to Wendy.


“Did Bitterman tell you why he wanted our house? Was he working with Vicky all along?” Wendys questions were going unanswered. Jerry was frightened and he pissed himself while his brother laughed.


“Gah, you give all this good information to Vicky, but you cant give me a few crumbs Jerry?”


“They dont tell me things, Maam. I tell them things I know, and then hope for a reward.” Jerry explained pleading for some understanding.


“Reward, like what?” Wendy had to repeat the question twice.


“I dont know,” Jerry was embarrassed and nearly in tears.


Pete grabbed his brother by the crotch which happened to be eye level for him and said, “Answer my girlfriend, Ive got piss on my hand and youll lick this off when you are done.” it was obvious Peter had been the dominant brother and had used this move on him many times before.


“God, okay I like young guys, you know football players, athletic builds, and sometimes they send one over,”


“Why not guys like your son Sheldon?” Chris was feeling like kicking this guys ass.


“There was only one other boy on the Magic the Gathering team that I did that with and it was consensual!” Jerry pleaded.


“Chris produced some duct tape from the shopping cart and some metal childrens handcuffs he bought in the toy aisle. You cannot buy those in proper toy stores anymore because the paint and metal is all kinds of toxic and well they are handcuffs, how is that a childs toy? They used to be all the rage back in the days before Nintendo DS when kids liked to play cops and robbers.


He peeled off a long strip of tape and approached Jerry and placed a piece across his mouth. Then he took both of Jerrys arms and taped him to the dumpster. “Sluts, if youll help Jerry out of his clothes.”


Jerry barely struggled while the girls removed his clothes. “Peter, you dont mind? I mean it is your brother and all?”


“No, Jerry is a dick - He did my girl Cowtits wrong,” Peter was going along with what was happening as karmic retribution.


“Ass face, get your clothes off and kneel by his dick, then flash a piece sign,” Chris instructed his sister who obediently did as she was told without hesitation so that Chris could snap some incriminating pictures.


Then he took the metal toy handcuffs and popped off the safety latches and placed one on each wrist to connect him to the dumpster “Dont worry ladies, I have more of these, they were only a buck each,” Chris laughed at the girls.


“I recorded all your admissions on cell phone, check it out.” Chris replayed some video from his cell phone of Jerrys admission that he liked athletic young men and Jerry groaned in defeat through the duct tape gag. “Lets see, I bought a marker and some lipstick, ladies what would you like to write on him? He took our house from us.”


The three of them wrote loser and I like young dick on Jerry in marker all over his hairy, overweight body.


“Okay, you wont be out here long, Ill make sure someone from the store comes to find you,” Chris pulled the duct tape hard off Jerrys lips he had long practice with quickly pulling and tearing off duct tape to cause the maximum discomfort.


“Aiii, please no? I was just lonely and I got confused. That is all, I will lose this job. Its all I have! All I have!” they could hear him say as the four left the man alone and pleading at the dumpster. “I only helped to take the house, so you would have to come live with meeeee….” They heard him admit as they cleared the back of the store.


“Damn, you are a pimp, that was cold and heartless,” Peter said with awe of the Taylors.


“He is your brother. You dont mind that we did that Sir?” Jamie was already feeling tremendous guilt about what she had just done she had felt rage over hearing he had a part in their house being taken away but she wondered how she could have gotten so swept up in vengeance.


“Jerry is a scumbag. Come to think of it so am I. However, I would not take your house, all for some gay sex with high school students? I dont think so. He is always complaining and whining. You think all these bad things just happen to Jerry because he has bad luck?” Peter asked while the girls loaded the supplies they bought into the vette and they all got in.


“No, its because he brings bad luck on himself like a man who has his own dark cloud and he wants to take it with him everywhere. His wife was beautiful, she was well educated I dont know what she saw in him. He had married way above his station in life, for a mook like him or me. Anyway, he starts whining and complaining and she wants to get a job and he gets afraid she is going to be more successful than him.” Peter explains as they pull out of the parking lot back to the motel.


“So you know, a woman like that wants things things that you need money to buy and he is holding her back, but she stands by his decision because they got a kid. I knew his name was Sheldon by the way., I just like to break Jerrys balls about that. Jerry wants to over protect the kid and keep him from being bullied so he tries to hide him away from the world keep him isolated and reading books all the time.” Peter winked at Wendy and reached behind him while driving to play with her knee.


Meanwhile, Jerry has his head in sports and I guess now I know why he paid more attention to fantasy football than real life. Jerry wasnt always a little piss-ant accountant he used to have his own business, a big house in the suburbs of Cherry Lawn you live there and your shit doesnt stink, so I am told.” The Taylors just grinned and listened to Peter tell the story.


“So you think, why oh why does Jerry who has it all have his wife leave him and his kid call another man Dad? It isnt like that at all. You should ask Why oh why did Jerry sit back and watch all the signs and have great advice, even from his little brother to tell him to get his head out of his ass and be right, but he didnt do it?”  Peter was on a roll as he drove down Martin Luther King Blvd.


The others were listening to the story but they were thinking about their father because this story sounded curiously like their own.


“Even when they hit rock bottom and she left him after all the chances ran out that anyone could ever deserve, she left just a little crack in the door so he could get back in if he just tried to open that crack. You think he did? No he came and sponged off me and whined about alimony and child support and how much his shingles hurt and this and that. I dont know what shingles are and I dont give too much of a shit? I told him I am a fucking midget, when they come up with a cure for that, come talk to me about how bad shingles are, you know what I am saying?”


The family had stopped really paying attention to the story the conclusion was obvious that their father was nowhere nearly as much of a sad sack as Jerry but if he was just left to drift and complain and start to let indecision and doubt rule his life he might end up that way.


“We cant let Dad end up that way,” Jamie was the first to say what the others were thinking.


Chris turned around to look at his sister, “Get your knees apart. I want to see those cunts while we are driving in the Vette,” he demanded unexpectedly. The girls did as they were told but with a perplexed look on their face. Peter was continuing to describe the slow and excruciating decline of Jerry Cooper pointing out how all of it had been engineered by Jerry Coopers own flaws and foolish decisions.


Chris continued in a hushed whisper “You are a good sister, and a good mom. You deserve a little payback for what Jerry did. At best, hell lose another job and blame us for the misfortune he brought on himself. I am going to continue to be harsh on you though. I am going to keep you well trained and when we take Dad to the user group forum, I want you to be the best trained sluts you can be. I want you to really impress the shit out of his forum buddies. Agreed?”


“Yes Master, whatever it takes to keep dad from turning out like Jerry, I am totally down to fuck, Mom?” Jamie answered her brother and asked her Mom if she agreed.


“You even need to ask? I am willing to suck every dick at this forum, while Bill pounds my ass sideways. I just think you should take your father up on the offer of freedom after we finish this weekend.” Wendy sounded like her passive-aggressive self as she offered her daughter advice she passionately wanted to give earlier.


“Mom?” Jamie said with a look that said I should know better than to talk her out of this as long as I am doing it.


“Look, if I take him up on the freedom, Ill get a job working at a Subway sandwich shop if I have too. Will you stop too and go back to school?” The car stopped before Wendy got her answer but she assumed the answer was going to be yes.


“Are you guys even listening to my story?” Peter had parked the car at Rahjids and was perturbed that they seemed to be having a conversation of their own.


“More so than you even realize Peter, I really appreciate the ride, you can come inside and watch me get them ready for work and ride one of them yourself if you want too?” Chris snapped his fingers and told the women to get out and bring the supplies inside the cabana.


“You know I am down for watching them get their asses cleaned, and shaved but I am not really a fucking kind of guy. I find that at my height, it just doesnt fit the way it should and I am not able to get the right leverage. I think that is why I like pissing on bitches.”


“Maybe after what I learned from Roscoe today, I could show you how a smaller person could do it, Sir.” Jamie offered pleasingly carrying several bags of snacks and two brooms into the cabana.


“Oh this Roscoe sounds like a helluva guy, he is short like me?” Peter followed her inside with Chris followed by Wendy bringing in the rest of the stuff.


“Oh he is shorter, much, much shorter,” she smiled as the cabana screen door slammed shut behind them.








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