"Yeah, I can help. Lay back. Let me ease that for you." She spread the cool cream over his sensitive skin, watching his cock twitch and swell under her touch. Desire surged through her. She ached to lean in, to wrap her lips around him and taste his release. But she restrained herself, aware of her twisted cravings for her stepson.
Just as her fingers grazed his shaft, Alex sat up abruptly. Drats, Luna thought snapping her fingers in silent frustration. He turned to his stunning stepmother, catching the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. Later, he thought, you'll get what's coming. His intense stare sent a shiver racing down her spine, promising forbidden heat.
He slipped upstairs quietly, drawn to his sister's door. Muffled voices spilled out.
"They keep saying if I live under their roof, I live by their laws. It's awful, Maria. They want to marry me off to some old uncle. He's over forty-five!"
"That's disgusting. Don't they have any shame?" Maria soothed.
"Of course not. They only care about the benefits. If they cozy up to him, he'll make them inner guild members, the guild only has a D-Rank dungeon." Mary explained, her voice laced with despair.
"If they're acting like that, how can they call themselves family? I'll talk to Mom. You can stay here with us. Just say you're running away and block them." Alex nodded inwardly, fully backing Maria's plan.
"Thank you, Maria. I really appreciate it. I'll repay you someday. But... are you sure your mom will agree?" Mary's tone trembled with worry. Alex vowed to welcome her properly later, making her feel safe.
"Of course she will. After I tell her your brothers are wanting to pimp you out to their guild head for perks, do you think she'd send you back?" Anger boiled in Alex as he listened. Associations, guilds. Both rotten with corruption.
"Don't worry about a thing, Mary. You'll be happy here. My family will accept you right away. You'll see," Maria assured, wrapping her in warmth.
"So, did you hear about your brother's awakening yet?" Mary ventured.
"No, of course not. How would I? Okay, spill. What'd you hear?" Maria pressed, curiosity piqued.
"Okay, I'll tell, but... you know a girl should never spit it out." Both burst into giggles.
"You're so bad, Mary. Hurry. I'm dying to know!" Maria urged, excitement bubbling.
"Fine. At lunch, all the awakened kids were in the cafeteria, chatting about dungeon runs. But they were obsessed with the four princes' instance. You know, how it went down."
"Guess what? Your brother was right there with them. Not wanting to embarrass him as the only unawaken one, they all hit the hostage goblin like usual. But your brother? He slapped its ass. Hard!"
"Oh my gosh, Mary, that's hilarious. He totally would. Gods, I can picture it perfectly," Maria laughed, leaning in for more. "So after that, the guide just let them charge ahead.
"They said Alex killed two for every one they took down in nearly every room. And at the end, he parried an attack so fierce it shoved him sliding back several paces. They called it a berserk attack, triggered when the boss was on its last legs.
"That's not even the coolest part," Mary continued. "While waiting in line for association registration, one of the princes overheard your brother asking out the receptionist. He got her number and locked in a date for tomorrow.
"Maria froze, stunned. He asked out a receptionist? Heat surged through her veins, her breaths quickening, nostrils flaring with a steamy edge. "By now, the whole school's buzzing with some version of the princes' tale." A lust-filled ache laced her words at the mention of princes.
Alex, not wanting to interrupt his sister and her friend, slipped away to his room. He texted Luna to prep food for one more, then used lotion for his raw skin.
Glancing at Beth's messages, her excitement over his last tribute glowed on the screen. Now, a new photo: her with his first dick pic printed out, tongue extended as if savoring a lick.
He printed it for himself. "Now who can't wait for our date?" he texted back. She craved another tribute, no doubt. But first, relief for his irritated skin. Next time he would wear loose shorts for better comfort, he mused.
Slipping into softer shorts, Alex stretched on his bed, mind wandering. With Mary moving in, expenses would climb. He needed more cash. Top gigs were F Rank porter jobs, but most ads screamed, females only.
A few didn't mention gender but demanded, stress relief skills. Rubbing some guy's back? Not for Alex. Unless it was a woman. He had just gotten those new oils. Was God showing him the path forward?
He'd scout the board later for groups processing monster parts. Job hunting slots paid extra, courtesy of taxpayers.
His hand drifted down, fingers wrapping around his hardening cock. He stroked slowly as thoughts swirled. Rising, he eyed Beth's photo. She devoured tribute porn. What else ignited her?
Grip tightening, he pumped faster, veins pulsing under his palm. Precum slicked the shaft, building pressure in his balls. With a low groan, he aimed at the image, cum erupting in thick ropes that splashed across her printed face and tongue. He milked every drop, pulse racing. He snapped the glistening proof, sent it off, then headed to wash up. Supper called. He was ravenous.
Thursday night suppers were the best, with homemade feasts as the constant. Tonight, Luna served creamy potatoes drowned in gravy, cranberry with stuffing, and succulent turkey. Way too much for them all.
Alex devoured like a man possessed, zoning out amid the flavors. By his second plate, the others still on their first.
He stood, wrapping arms around Luna for a hug. "Thanks for the incredible meal, Mom. You outdid yourself. The turkey's juiciest ever, and that stuffing, there's something special in it? Potatoes so smooth and the gravy, was it touched by divinity?
"Maria chuckled before he finished. He glanced at her, then Luna, puzzled.
"Alex, I prepped it with Mary's help. That's the magic touch. She's training to be a cook, aiming for a Chef Class after her Awakening.
"Alex pondered if that's why she stared so intently. Was she shocked he savored her cooking that much? He stepped to Mary and wrapped her in a hug. "Thanks for helping make such an amazing family supper, Mary. Can you stay here and live with us forever?
"As he started to release her, tears welled in her eyes. He stepped aside while Maria and Luna rushed over, but Alex sensed it: not sorrow, pure joy. Women could twist emotions in knots.
He slipped his hand between his stepsister and stepmother, pulling Mary upright into a firmer embrace. With a wave, he drew everyone close, encircling her in warmth. Gentle pats soothed her back.
He let her cheek nestle against his chest until her sobs faded, tears soaking his shirt. Easing back, Alex broke the circle and tackled the dishes, leaving the women to chat in the living room.
Gazing upward, he murmured thanks to the forces guiding him from heaven. First those massage oils, now a budding chef in their midst. More fuel to chase a job tomorrow. He'd snag the Porter Class, hauling loot for parties and dismantling beasts.