Alice and The Hughes Family (Literatedominant & Mint_Tea)

[LiterateDominant]

About: Alice is a nineteen-year-old college student forced to move in with her boyfriend and his family after a fire at her apartment building. The situation gets further complicated when Alice begins to have feelings for his father, Frank and older brother, Ian.

Features multiple characters and sexual partners.

 

[LiterateDominant]

Written as Murphy Hughes.

Murphy Hughes dropped the dry pasta in the boiling water. He watched as it spread out and bubbled, taunting him, seemingly spelling out the words "you should have bought scallops, you cheap fuck."

He shook his head. Get a grip. Tonight needed to be perfect. For Alice, for them both.

At the market he considered some really nice looking strip steaks, and the far too luxurious lobster. His girlfriend wasn't even sure she liked seafood to begin with, but scallops? Even people that claim they didn't like anything fishy likes scallops. Not worth the one percent risk, though. He knew he could nail a potful of semolina with no problem at all. That's what was most important, he decided. Looking good doing cooking whatever the dinner.

He peeked through the opening between the kitchen and the dining Room. His heart raced. A vision of young beauty. Her blonde hair caught the light from the wrought iron chandelier just perfectly to make her blue eyes pop. They looked like glowing orbs from a cheap science fiction movie.

A chuckled crept up from his throat. He thought the Chef watching him was stressful? Nothing compared to his heart donning the funny hat and taking his place.
He opened the fridge and took out two bottles.

Time to lay on the charm.

"Oh I'm sorry, mademoiselle, I didn't see you there. We're really short staffed tonight. My name is Murphy and I'll be your server, cook, bus boy, and likely also the dishwasher. So please plan your tip accordingly"

Alice smiled and shook her head. "I've been waiting here so long I considered getting up and leaving. So unfortunately, your tip is already starting about three percent down."

"Ouch, tough room."

"Besides, "she said twirling her hair between her fingers. "Of all the things you are tonight I noticed 'waiter' isn't one of them. Kind of presumptuous on your part to assume my meal, isn't it? What kind of restaurant is this? It better be good or you won't like the Yelp review."

He shrugged. "Well, you got me there. I do have one choice for you, though: would you like sparkling or still water tonight?"

"What year is the sparkling?"

Murphy turned the bottle around several times. At first, it was just to be funny, but then he was actually curious and when this water was bottled. Eventually he found it at the bottom near the barcode. "This year. 2019."

She shook her head. "I'll take the still. I don't touch sparkling unless it's at least two years old. Anything less is havoc on my palette."

Murphy opened the bottled water and poured it into a tall glass filled with ice. "I can respect a woman with standards."

"Well then you'll be happy to hear I did a little research on the dish you'll be making for me tonight. Apparently, the trick to carbonara is mixing the yolks in fast enough to were it doesn't cook. Just so you know, the judges will be the deducting points for the presence of scrambled eggs."

He laughed and returned to the kitchen, feeling the warm slap a chef Antonio on the back of his head. This this was bulletproof to him. He could be half dead, hung over, and straight jacketed under water and he'd still nail it every time.

He poured the noodles into a colander set up in the sink except a little bit of starchy water to temper the yolks. He quickly tossed everything in rendered pancetta and olive oil before cracking the eggs in and stirring vigorously. He portioned it between two plates and garnished with parsley and parmesan cheese he grated fresh before she got there.

The plate slipped from his hand a bit as he set it in front of her. She looked down and smiled as he sat next to her, a single red lit candle between them.

"The help dining with the customers? This restaurant never ceases to amaze."

"Take it out of my tip," he said watching her twirl some noodles into her fork and bring it to those perfect soft pink lips. This was the best part of cooking food for people. Watching the joy on their face as they eat something delicious that he made with his own hands.

Her eyes rolled and she smiled "Damn. My entire Yelp review is going to have to change now."

Murphy smiled and took a bite. Restaurant quality, but could use a little bit more olive oil. He adored having her there. Although, it would have been better under the correct circumstances.

"I hope this will relax you a little bit. I can't imagine what you're going through. The idiot on the first floor starting a fire in your apartment building, then having to come here and basically meet my entire family on the night you're gonna be crashing for a few weeks."

"I'm not gonna lie, it's a little nerve wracking. But it was so nice of your mother to extend the invitation. It's an unbelievable feeling to be homeless so far from home. Even if the couch in the den as is lumpy as you say it is, it's nice to have someone offer theirs to me."

"Oh, it delivers as promised. Ian and I don't call it "Captain Crater" for nothing."

Murphy looked at the clock on the wall over her left shoulder as he ate. Knowing how lousy his brother and his girlfriend's dates go, he gave it maybe ten minutes before he came in the door. Fifteen tops. Then the parents shortly after.

He hoped she was ready to deal with them. Helen being incredibly neurotic and overbearing, Ian being an entitled douchebag who thinks every woman secretly fawns after him. But Frank? Dad? That's the one he worried about the most. The way he seemed to control people with his words.

No. Not Alice. The food wasn't the only thing bulletproof In the room. Alice could handle it. Her grace and charm would rule the day. The same way It ruled his heart.

 

[Mint]

Written as Alice White

Alice offered a sympathy smile towards Murphy, she was sure the couch on the den wasn't that horrible, but the way he was describing it was starting to make her dread sleeping on it a bit. It would only be for a few weeks, but she would like to be comfortable if possible, but she figured asking for anything more would really be a spoiled thing to do. She was lucky enough Murphy's mother invited her to stay at their house anyways, she would have had to blow all her money on a hotel if otherwise, her only relatives lived hours and hours away, she was alone out here besides Murphy and a few college friends she had made along the way.

She wasn't exactly dreading it, but meeting Murphy's family for the first time would be an interesting and nerve-wracking experience. She did want to make a good impression, because she really did like Murphy. They laughed at the same jokes, had an appreciation for the same thing, and he was really easy-going with her, and could handle her little joking jabs towards him, that was always the most important thing for her. Not only that, he was so supportive of her, she still hadn't had a clue on what to do with her life, but Murphy always believed she would be successful no matter what she would do, at least that's what he told her all the time, and she couldn't have been more grateful to have such a positive influence in her life.

She took another bite of the noodles, the quality was unmistakably professional, yet another perk to dating a chef, or chef-in-training. She sometimes forget about that little aspect because he had a real talent, but maybe she was just being biased.

"Of course you'd name it that, nerd." She snorted with a sarcastic tone, she wouldn't admit it but she loved how geeky Murphy was at times. He had such a fascination with science fiction and comic books and things like that, she had actually started getting into it after dating him and she was afraid she was beggining to become a bit of a nerd herself. But she supposed that was a fair price to pay for the overall company of being with him.

It was difficult for her to say he was her type physically, she couldn't bring herself to say that's why she was with him. He had a rather pudgier face, not as defined as she may have liked, but she could look past that. She always loved what he did with his hair, though it was short, she always liked running her fingers over the little spiked edges, it gave her such a strange satisfaction.

"But seriously, I think I should be fine." Alice took in a breath and sighed once again blissfully at the food, she hated to admit how good it tasted all the time, she was sure Murphy would tire of the endless compliments if she let her filter down. The truth is, she was't entirely herself around Murphy and that sort of scared her. She put on this front, more sarcastic and confident but... she really wasn't like this. She only hoped he couldn't see that.

The thing that bothered her the most was how she lied about something so crucial, her virginity. She was 19 now sure, and while it wouldn't exaclty be 'uncommon' to still be a virgin she felt the need to lie about it for whatever godforsaken reason. She had been scared of and dreading the day if they ever got to that level though, he would know she lied to him, and for what? To see more 'mature and cool'? Yeah, she was sure that would leave a good impression of their first time.

She fiddled with her fork a bit before she cleared her throat, looking at the glass of water rather intently, "So, are you and your brother close? You never really talked about him much to me." She shrugged at the mention of Ian, she was always a bit curious about the rest of his family, he only seemed to mention his mother and his father and elder brother seemed to be in the shadows more often that naught. She didn't want to seem obsessive but she was beginning to be curious as to why he was hiding information about them.

As to answer her question, she heard the door start unlocking in the distance, and Murphy seemed to be distracted for a bit looking at the clock.

The door flung open to reveal a man who, while bearing a resemblance to Murphy, seemed to just be... different in many ways, and a good different at that.

"Is that... your brother?" She whispered to Murphy, while the answer may have been obvious, and while he may have been a distance away she couldn't help but squint her eyes a bit, looking at him a bit, subtly of course. It was only for curiosity's sake, but even from this far away, his features... they were really defined and strong. Looking back at Murphy for a moment was a huge contrast in almost every sense of the way.

She bit her lower lip ever so slightly and turned her attention back to her food, trying not to seem flustered.

 

[LiterateDominant]

Written as Murphy Hughes.

"Yes, it is, Murphy said."

Ian always walked into a room like he owned it. People have said the same about his father, Frank, but it's different kind of ownership with his brother. Dad took things. Ian just flashed a smile and was handed whatever he wanted with a smile and a little envelope of money for his troubles.

Murphy watched Alice's eyes lock to him as he set his keys down and take in the date he had just walked in on. He wondered if mom had passed the message along about her staying here. Or, maybe tonight's date was just so monumentally bad with Melissa that his eyes needed a moment to adjust to the light of two people that actually enjoy each other's company - not simply pretend to.

"Ian, I'd like to introduce you to Alice, my girlfriend. I don't know if mom mentioned it or not, but she's going to be staying here for a week or two while her apartment gets fixed."

Alice smiled and waved at him, and he just stood there, staring at her. Murphy hated when he did this. There was always a mystery behind those eyes. All throughout their childhood, Ian was unpredictable. His emotions on a sliding scale ranging from disinterest to rage, all with the same steely stare. But even if Murphy didn't know the specific words tumbling around in his brother's mind, he knew him well enough to get the general idea.

He was thinking about fucking her, and for one of the rare times in his life,Murphy puffed out his chest in victory over his elder.

Alice was his, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.


Written as Ian Hughes

Only after a night out with Melissa, is Ian happy to be home.

He closes the door and leans against it, balls throbbing from her teasing him all throughout movie. If only his body would catch up to what his brain had learned: his girlfriend was far better at suggesting sex than actually performing it. That her grabbing at his shaft over his basketball shorts and shallowly stroking him would far exceed the sensation while naked in her hand or mouth.

The house was quiet, a nice change of pace from his dad yelling at the news while mom washes the same dishes for an hour. He walks out into the dining room and sees his little brother, halfway through what appeared to be a romantic dinner with a girl he must have chloroformed to get there.

Alice. And she'll be staying here? Excellent.

"Ian, nice to meet you," he said shaking her hand delicately. His swollen cock began to stand back up. How did Murphy, that putz, land a total babe like her? He smiled. She could do better.

He walked between them, intentionally dragging his package against her arm as he moved. His body blocking Murphy, the girl couldn't help but glance down at his crotch. This was going to be fun.

"So, how bad did he mess up dinner?"

 

[Mint]

Written as Alice White

It was always a bit awkward to meet someone new for Alice, but of course she wouldn't show it outwardly. She managed to smile and wave without doing anything particularly embarrassing or weird, which was a plus in her book.

She seemed to miss the tension between both Murphy and Ian, well, maybe lack thereof on Ian's part. Alice tended to tunnel-vision a lot of the time, she didn't notice the non-nonchalant sort of vibe Ian seemed to be giving towards Murphy, as well as the attempt at intimidation on Murphy's part. Even if her gaze was set on her boyfriend at the moment she wouldn't be able to detect by his body language what exactly he was doing anyways, she hadn't seen that side of him since they had been dating. Really, she didn't know all too much about Murphy's flawed side, sure he was a bit geeky, but she would hardly call that a flaw. All she knew was herself, and all her flaws, and that made her even more nervous when she was now presenting herself to one of his family members out of the blue. She supposed this was better then them all coming in together at once, one at a time would be preferable but it was still damn stressful.

Unconsciously she moved a strand of her silky blonde hair out of her face, her eyes fluttering slowly as she looked up towards Ian's form when he spoke, it wasn't exactly a commanding presence she felt, but she did feel the urge to show him respect for some odd reason. His hands felt gentle in hers, but she could tell he was holding back a stronger grip, not that it really mattered, she didn't want her hand to be crushed anyways. Grip strength always seemed to be something she struggled with.

Then all of a sudden it happened, he walked right in between Murphy and her, which in it of itself was a pretty surprising thing to do, but she supposed it was his house after all, and he could do what he wanted. The thing that she didn't miss however, was that feeling, that very unfamiliar feeling of something poking out of his basketball shorts, which gave very little to hide what she thought it was. She couldn't describe the feeling even if she was in the right state of mind, just what on earth? Did he... Did he know that he had...? Was he doing it intentionally? There was no way, it had to be an accident!

She felt her cheeks light up slightly, a pinkish tink to her milky colored skin, a perfect hue in a sense. Thankfully it was pretty dim in the room they all were in, and it would take a particularly observant sort of person to really tell what she was feeling at the moment.

Her arm shivered as she felt Ian's... 'thing', was the only word she felt appropriate to use at the time, leave her arm. Her eyes couldn't help themselves if they tried, it was common curiosity after all for her to stare at what had just been dragged alongside her arm. She wasn't great at picking up the cues, but she was oh so curious about it. Sure... She lied to Murphy about not being a virgin, but that was the lie after all, she was a virgin. It was only natural for her to be curious about those sorts of things, and even if she wasn't a virgin she was sure she still would have been interested in whatever that feeling was. It was warm, almost beating, and though it was through cloth she couldn't help but feel fascinated by the mere effect it made her feel internally.

"D-dinner was really good, Murphy's a really good chef." She stammered slightly, composing herself slowly. She would have preferred to have said nothing in a time like that but there was no choice in the matter.

She took in a small breath through her nostrils and managed to compose herself enough to continue onward.

Murphy seemed to still be uneasy so Alice tried to make some light conversation with Ian as she waited for the rest of the family to show up. She was a bit too flustered to notice his stares of interest at her body, but if she did notice it, it would have been worse anyways, she was finding it difficult to function under pressure anyways.

"So uh, Murphy tells me you have a girlfriend and you were out tonight with her, how was that!" She reminded herself of her predicament at the same time when she spoke.

 

[LiterateDominant]

Written as Ian Hughes.


"My date was--"

Ian struggled to find the words to describe the night. Some experiences were hard to condense down into a one sentence summary. How does one convey a series of innocuous events in the proper shade of fucking terrible when no one outside of his brain would understand the horror? The waste of speech over dinner, the woman rambling on in an upiloted tangent of grievances. Physical advances at every stage of privacy so juvenile and unattractive they would make coma patient reach out and unplug their own life support.

That was only if he could dig it back out of the furthest recesses of the area of unmanaged space he dedicated to Melissa. It had been only twenty minutes since he had dropped her off, but the thought of turning on the lighthouse in that sea of mediocrity was worse than her blowjob attempts.

"A fun evening," he decided to finish with.

"Load of bullshit," Murphy said.

The part of having a brother that no one talks about is everything is a competition. Every day a new series begins. Stakes are never safe. A few passive reactions to digs like that lead to a shift in balance. When men are confined to close quarters like this, a pecking order is established, and the one at the end gets eaten alive.

"The only shit here is the smell of that food." He gave Alice a wink. "Get yourself a man like me, someone that'll take you out for a nice time instead of flying economy."

Murphy sprang up from his seat, but before he could say anything, the door opened once again, and the unmistakable sound of Frank's bitching filled the air.

"Have fun, kids," Murphy said and left the room.


Written as Frank Hughes.

If there's one thing that can get snuffed right off the face of the planet, it's forced sympathy. Frank turned onto the street and repeated himself. "I'm serious, Helen. No funeral, no coffin. Dig hole in ground, dump body. Fuck, don't even spring for the top soil. Just let the birds have me. At least they have a legitimate reason for being there."

She didn't say anything as they pulled into the driveway. Frank sighed. Going from a large crowded room full of people pretending to be nice to a small crowded house full of people pretending to be nice. Ain't life a peach?

The smell hit him right away when he walked in. Murphy cooked again. Of course he would tonight with his little sweetheart moving in. He dropped his keys on the counter and untucked his blue silk dress shirt as he walked into the dining room.

All he could do was smile at the fresh slice of pussy sitting at his table. He reached his hairy knuckles out.

"Frank, Murphy's dad. How are you doing. Honey?"

 

[Mint]

Written as Helen Hughes

Helen wasn't exactly a confrontational person, not in the slightest. If you messed up her order in a restaurant, you wouldn't catch her correcting the waiter. If you disliked one of her interests, and made it clear to her, she wouldn't say anything to defend herself, nor make a snide comment back, she would go quiet.

That's just how it was with Frank, pretty much everyday.

She didn't make a comment as Frank crudely talked about his own death, something that made her a bit nervous, but of course, she was used to his rather brash behavior at this point, and she didn't say anything. Though she was sure Frank would never physically hurt her, she hated conflict, and opted to keep peace whenever possible. A true pacifist one may call it.

The funeral had been an emotional time, it was one of the neighbors. Though the Hughes didn't know them all too well, the man in question, John, was fairly beloved by most of the neighborhood after all. It was pretty sad to see someone go, but he was nearing 80, so that made things a bit easier. Helen tried not to be emotional, she could practically hear Frank rolling his eyes at the sobs of some of the more dramatic neighborhood members.

Though it would seem Helen and Frank didn't have much in common, she had started to live off routine. Though he never encouraged her to speak up for herself or really encourage her in many other ways, she was guilty of the same quite honestly. She had become content with a life of mediocrity, she didn't know any better at this point anyways.

Helen followed suite behind Frank's larger imposing figure as they walked through the driveway and into the house. Her hair was done up elegantly in a bun, and for someone in her very late 40's she looked quite nice. Though she had a few gray strands here and there, for the most part, her hair was still that strong shade of brown it always was throughout her youth.

The smell of Murphy's cooking was in the air as she walked in, a small smile on her face as she did so. She was so proud of her youngest son's accomplishments, she may have babied him quite a bit. She looked around in a bit of confusion as she noticed Murphy was nowhere to be seen! Though his lovely girlfriend, her name was Alice wasn't it? He talked so fondly of her! She had to wonder why he wasn't there now with her.

Ian seemed to be back early, she held her tongue in speaking or even asking about the date, she knew by the time how things went with Melissa more often than naught.

After Alice shook Frank's hand, she noticed her tense up a little and start to get a bit nervous? Was Frank intimidating her in some way? Or was there something else going on with her? She probably was just shy, Helen shook her head and greeted herself briefly to Alice as well, to at least be polite.

"Alice dear, it's so lovely to meet you. Murphy has told us all about you!" Helen finally spoke up, smiling meekly towards the cute blonde. She was a bit blind in some ways, a girl like her with someone like Murphy was almost unprecedented, but she had her son up on a bit of a pedestal, so she thought they were a good match on appearance alone.

"All good things I hope," Alice responded with a smile towards Helen, before she shifted her gaze back towards Frank, Helen didn't miss that.

"Yes, quite good," She cleared her throat awkwardly as she took in another breath, "So um... Where is Murphy? I thought he'd be with you?" Helen tried gently, but Alice seemed to bite her lip at the mention.

"He uh... I'm not sure, he just left a minute ago." Alice looked awkward speaking about him.

Written as Alice White

Why was the universe so cruel? First Ian's... thing made her all flustered, and now she had to meet Murphy's father of all people. Coming up to her so boldly and reaching out his hand for her to shake.

She was a bit shaky, his hands were rough, and quite hairy she may add, but she didn't mind that, it sort of enticed her a bit, but she would never admit that aloud. His aura, just oozed mature man, and she couldn't help but feel a bit drawn to his energy, his presence, she was thankfully snapped out her trance as Helen, Murphy's mother spoke up and let her have a chance to speak.

"I'm... I'm doing good," She managed to whisper to Frank, she was nervous just in front of him now, how foolish she must seem.

Slipping her hand out of Frank's, thankfully he didn't notice her palms starting to sweat a bit with anticipation, is that what was she was going to call it? Anticipation?

Thankfully she managed to get back to her normal self to answer Helen's greeting, and she felt a bit strange to talk about Murphy now. He had seemed angry for some reason, she was about to go after him when Frank and Helen walked in. Though Ian seemed interesting, she was still a bit on edge with him, heck, she only knew him for like 10 minutes anyways, but he was making her feel strange inside, and she wasn't sure she wanted to like that feeling.

"Oh well, I'm sure he'll come back sooner or later, would you like me to help you get settled in dear?" Helen spoke, subtly trying to get some distance between Frank and Alice, she knew it was ridiculous but she was starting to feel a bit... strange.

"That's alright! I'll just be on the couch anyways, I really appreciate you letting me stay here," She looked around the room and offered a bright smile, as flustered as she was, she managed that. "All of you, thanks for having me."

Helen smiled warmly at the girl, finally letting go of her little pettiness that seemed to be arising.

"We are all happy to have you here I'm sure, since you'll be staying with us a bit, I'm thinking of setting up an air mattress, I'm sure it will beat the couch. I'll pick one up tommorow after work, and you should be more comfortable,"

"Thank you ma'am," Alice said gratefully, that surely would be more comfortable, but there was another thing that was starting to itch at her, but she held her tongue.

"Please, call me Helen." Helen nodded her head, and silently whispered to Frank that she was heading up to bed, with a nod towards Ian as well, she left the room. Alice assumed to go to sleep, but she could be wrong.

 

[LiterateDominant]

Written as Ian Hughes

Ian's phone rang exactly forty minutes after he had dropped Melissa off. The nightly phone call. The bane of his existence. He never understood why this was even necessary. Hadn't they just spent the entire day together? What could possibly have happened in less than an hour that required a fresh phone call?

"So, have you taken care of yourself yet?" She asked him.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know. I left you in pretty rough shape at the movies. I was just wondering if you took the opportunity to relieve yourself yet. And, what exactly you were thinking of when you did so."

Oh. It made sense. The phone call was just to gloat. To fish for reassurance that she wasn't the most uninspiring sexual female on the planet. He wanted to be honest with her. It seemed almost cruel to do otherwise. How else was anything supposed to improve if she thought he was truly happy? But that's not how she worked. She owned a mirror, and had a very basic, almost mind-numbingly stupid understanding of what guys wanted. To her, as long as you look that good, nothing else was important. Sexual happiness was inevitable, with zero creativity or effort. So, he went through his practiced routine of reassuring her of her perfection.

"Was barely in the door five minutes. Thought of you in the movie theater, and how awesome it would have been for you to lean over with your mouth."

She laughed. "You wouldn't seriously want that, right? With all those people around?"

"Why not? They paid for a show, didn't they?"

"You're gross. I don't know why I asked you."

"I don't know either," he said. The sound of laughter echoing up from the kitchen. Mom and Alice seem to hit it off right away. A stark contrast from when she met Melissa. As soon as she walked out of the door she complained to Ian that she was "stuffy and pretentious."

"Who are the women laughing in the background?"

"My mother and Murphy's girlfriend."

"Murphy has a girlfriend? Good for him."

"Yeah. She's going to be staying here for like two weeks. She lives in that apartment complex downtown that caught on fire, my mom offered to take her in so she wouldn't have to blow her money at a hotel."

There was a long pause. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with another woman staying in your house with you."

"Well I don't pay the mortgage, so it's not really my decision."

"I just wish you would have asked me first."

"Ask you what? It was something that was never my decision. You know me and Murphy don't get along that well, how do you think it would have looked if I told him I wanted his girlfriend to stay at a hotel because my girlfriend was uncomfortable with her staying here?"

"Is she pretty?"

Ian but his tongue. She was a girl compared to Melissa's woman, but holly shit, what a girl. It was like the devil reached inside his brain and pulled out his high school fantasy.

"For him, she is."

"Well, her and I are going to have to have a little chat about some boundaries when I come over tomorrow."

Ian dropped his cell phone to his chest and stared at the ceiling. Wishing it would collapse on top of him.


Written As Frank Hughes

Late night television was dead, and Frank sat there, flipping through the idiots trying to do it still, wondering if he was the only one in the world that knew it. He sipped on his beer, near the bottom of the can. The wife was already in bed, so there was no way he was getting up to get a new one. The next time he was on his feet would be the last. He picked the one he thought was least shitty, the guy that used to be on Comedy Central, knowing that after one last final sip he would waddle off to bed and begin a new crap day all over again.

There was a slight cough behind him, coming from the den. Murphy had already done his cutesy goodnight with the girlfriend. She sprawled out on that old ass couch, surfing on her cell phone.

He didn't see the big deal about letting her stay up in his bedroom. They were both over eighteen, and he didn't raise sons without the condom talk. He put himself in Murphy's situation, and realized he was probably cockblocking him. Frank would be waiting by his bedroom door for his father to go to bed so we can sneak downstairs for a little late night pussy. He smiled. That gave him something to do.

The kitchen was freshly cleaned from their pasta dinner when he got himself a new beer. It was a nice sight watching Alice's perky ass helping with the dishes. The first sip was extra sweet, his typical brew with the extra flavoring of authority.

On his way back to his chair he almost ran into Alice. She jumped back, wearing nothing more than a white tank top and pink pajama bottoms. Frank noticed instantly she wasn't wearing a bra. What a sweet fucking thing. He thought about how nice it would be to look at a naked body without wrinkles or excess cellulite. The girl apologized, looked down at the floor, and then back up. Face flushed red.

Frank was hard, and didn't realize it.

"Sorry kid, don't mind me. I just haven't seen anything as sweet looking as you in close to two decades," he said taking another sip of beer. "My son seems happy with you, and that's all I really care about, but young love is stupid love. You don't really fall in love until you've dated a few assholes. With that in mind, if you ever get lonely down here, let me know. I'll keep you company way better than he would."

He left her there, contemplating what are he had just said. He took another swig of beer, trying to understand if he really had just said what he said. Not that it mattered. Unless the girl wanted to waste her money at a hotel, she would just have to put up with it. The recliner creaked under him as he sat down.

 

[Mint]

Written as Melissa Rogers

Melissa hung up the phone in an instant as soon as she was done talking to her boyfriend Ian, damn, she was getting embarrassed to call him that now. But alas, as gracious as she was, she was going to make him work for her, and her needs.

She furrowed her brows again at the thought, he didn't even bother to inform her, his girlfriend, that another woman would be staying at his house! Even if she was Murphy's girlfriend, she didn't really give two shits, for all she knew, she could be trying to plot an elaborate scheme to win at her boyfriend. She knew Ian, or at least, she thought she knew him so well, she thought she knew everyone. She knew if she was a pretty girl it would be difficult to pry his interests off her, she had been... kind of cruel tonight, but she sort of reveled in that fact.

Melissa was a power-hungry sort of person, anytime she could bestow it, even if it was truly awful like giving her boyfriend blueballs from her teasing, she would do it. Not because she enjoyed the suffering aspect, but moreso she enjoyed the powerplay she could have. She was controlling beyond belief, it was how she always was.

It sort of made sense where her entitled attitude came from though, she was a pretty beautiful woman, if not, outwardly. Her hair was cut short, bob-length and obviously well taken care of. Her hair, a dark raven colored black and her skin tinted olive color, with an athletic build and large bust, she had quite an ego built, and for good reason.

Tomorrow, she decided, she would have a 'chat' with Murphy's little girlfriend. She better not get any ideas about sinking her teeth into her hard work, that's more or less how she viewed her boyfriend.

Written as Alice White

Alice made sure to help Helen with the dishes and they had a small chat about things as they did so. It wasn't anything deep, Alice just got to learn a little bit more about Murphy's mother. It was clear she didn't talk about herself often, so when Alice asked, she seemed excited to share about the details of her job at a local deli. She had said she was feeling a monotonous these days, and she needed a job to feel 'productive' even if making sandwiches and coffee wasn't all that exciting, she seemed to be content, that's what Alive gathered from their exchange. She was beginning to like Helen, she was a lot kinder than her own mother and father.

Murphy had come back later that evening to say goodnight to her, she was a bit confused as to why he was so upset earlier with Ian around, but she digressed. She said her good nights to him as he went up to his bedroom, she assumed. It was pretty quiet, and she usually didn't fall asleep for a bit, so she pulled out her phone and began aimlessly scrolling.

Alice felt herself flush red as Frank passed by, she hadn't been expecting anyone up, so she had taken off her bra to relax a bit. She was only in her loose tank top and pajama shorts after all, while not indecent, she figured having some clothing decency while she was staying over was in order later on. She had expected Frank to chide her a bit, but what he said instead surprised her greatly.

"You-" She was baffled he would call her a sweet thing like that, it made her cheeks go rosy with some strange emotion she couldn't even comprehend, what was he on about? She was feeling a bit flustered, here was a man, the father of her boyfriend, and was he... was he... 'into' her?!

She didn't want to entertain that thought, she had no idea what she was even thinking letting his words get into her like that. She watched him go off a bit as he reclined into his chair, letting the words simmer within her.

What was.... There was no way he could possibly know about the lie she told Murphy, was he testing her? What was his game? He offered to keep her company but... what kind of company? She began to panic a bit, but there was a sick part of her mind that saw this as a way out.

That lie she had told Murphy about not being a virgin, it was eating her up inside... Was Frank, offering? No! What was she thinking, what would Murphy think if he could read her thoughts? What would poor Helen react to this whole thing? She couldn't do it, she couldn't even think about it!

For a moment she sat on the couch, and she couldn't take it anymore, watching Frank sit on his recliner sipping away at his beer. She had to ask him what he meant, just for... mind's clarity sake.

"What did you mean by, keep me company," Alice walked out of the small den to stand in front of Frank's sitting form, her arms at her side, her legs slightly spread apart. Her hair was fluffly and slightly wild after the shower, blonde and bright colored, even in the dim light.

"I just... What are you saying?" She whispered that last part, her cheeks slightly tinted pink, she couldn't believe she was doing this.

 

[LiterateDominant]

Written as Murphy Hughes


He closed his door and leaned his head into it, tapping his forehead agianst the thin wood. Alice was down there, out in the open with dad. He hoped she had the stomach to deal with him.

Ian was easy to manage. The asshole was a mental midget and easy to bring down verbally. His shit relationship was a problem, though. All of his previous girlfriends had broken up with him because he cheated on them, and some of the infidelity didn't even make sense. The one before Melissa was a gorgeous brunette, long skinny legs, and he fucked a girl that worked at a convenience store who weighed close to three hundred pounds. When Murphy asked him why, he said "because I could."

Those words echoed through his head. He "could" technically sleep with Alice. She was exposed and in the open. But he had to believe that he could keep an eye on him, that he couldn't sneak to her under his nose.

Dad, on the other hand, was a complete wildcard.

He had grown up with his rage and complete indifference towards mom. Ian didn't get his personality type out of thin air. Though Murphy would stop inches shy of classifying his parents relationship as "abuse," the thought had crossed his mind several times. Once when he was twelve, he walked in on his father with her over the kitchen table, holding her face in a mound of cold potatoes as he mounted her from behind.

That's the moment he decided to be different than him and Ian.

He opened the door and peered down the hall. The sound of Ian's TV crept through the quiet house. Murphy rolled over his computer chair close to the door and decided to sleep there tonight. If his brother tried to make a move, he would be ready for him.

He just hoped Alice was smart enough to avoid Frank. And strong enough to fend him off if she wasn't.


Written as Frank Hughes


Why is it that women are so dense? Seriously, honey? What do I mean?

It was like this with Helen, too. Caught up in that ass-backwards feminist movement. All of the girls were like that now. The age-old tradition of flirting and sex reduced to some behavioral abnormality. Newsflash: attractive ladies are going to be hit on because guys want to fuck them, the same way it's happened for thousands of years, and no book tour or old hens that couldn't get laid if their life depended on it spurting rhetoric on television was going to change that. Genetics are genetics. Men are supposed to be in control, and you know something? Women were always happier like this, too.

It only took a few weeks to break the mrs. Down into a partner her could work with, that understood the way things should be. Shit, the younger ones? The ones with blue hair and unshaven armpits and wore strap-ons between their legs? He had no history with them. But, Murphy's girl was in his house, and if he wanted to have fun, that was his prerogative.

And if that fun turned into something physical, that was his right, too.

He reclined in his chair. He wondered if she would look down and catch a glimpse of his hard cock pushing the limits of his black sweatpants.

"You seem to be oblivious to nuance, so I'll break it down to the simplest form: I mean "keep you company" as giving you the solid fucking Murphy could only dream of. In fact, I think you should thank me for keeping you off of the streets by taking all of your clothes off and riding me on this chair."

He took his final swig of beer and dropped the can on the floor next to him.

"You can play the high morality card if you want. But you're lying to yourself if you say you aren't thinking about what a real fat man's cock would taste like. I can see it in your eyes already, the desire. So, I'm letting you know that you don't need to fight your urges around me. Just drop to your knees like a good girl should and shove it in your mouth."

 

[Mint]

Written as Helen Hughes

Getting ready for bed was always pretty easy for the woman, she was more than used to sleeping alone in her bed, and only sometimes waking up to her husband beside her. She minded it, the first few years ago it happened, but now she didn't mind at all. Not like she was going to speak her mind to her husband, though he would never hurt her, so she liked to think, she was a bit too meek to bring it up. Things weren't exactly how she 'wanted' in their marriage, but it hardly mattered, she loved her kids so much, and she would do anything for them. She had another day of work tomorrow, It was Wednesday, two more days until the weekend. She loved her little job, but when it came time for rest and weekends, it made things more stale, it reminded her of the life she was living before. Just doing nothing.

Perhaps having this new girlfriend of her son, Alice, around could be a good thing after all, give her a nice girl to talk to after work. Melissa, Ian's girlfriend was a bit of a terror, and they had nothing in common. Though she did have friends, it would be a bit strange to have them here after work. Frank liked his space, and she didn't want to intrude on it with her talking and laughing, something she did so little of nowadays.

She mulled the last of her thoughts over before she looked over at the empty spot on her queen sized bed. No doubt Frank would either pass out on his chair or come in the wee hours of morning, she was so used to it. Shutting off the lamp, she closed her eyes without another thought.

Written as Alice White

Alice stood, her heart racing as he spoke bluntly, his words piercing her soul and body. The lust inside her screaming, pounding to get out, pent up in frustration, of fear of the lie she had made coming out and exposing her.

Was this the universes' way of saying there was a way out? The way out her lying about her virginity?

"I-" She stammered, baffled that Murphy's father of all people, was practically commanding her to have sex with him. What could she do in this situation? He made it seem like he would do something sinister if she refused. Little did she know, all those little excuses were pushing her, easing her into doing this heinous act she was ready to do. Was she really like this? Was she just going to betray Murphy's trust like this? With his own father of all people?

She took in a breath, her cheeks still that bright shade of pink as she watched him drop the can of beer next to him. There was something so... intriguing about him. It was just so enticing to her, a full-grown man. She would be lying if she didn't have this strange fantasy of being ploughed by an older man like him, but this wasn't the time for that urge to be surging up through her veins. What was she going to do here.

"You... You won't tell Murphy, right?" She barely whispered, moving slightly closer to where he was sitting. Standing just inches away from him, her knees were commanding her to get down, but she was nervous still. His bulge, so prominent through his pants, was she doing this? She supposed it wouldn't be so bad, it was just a fantasy, that's all it was! Just getting it out her system, and then she would be with Murphy forever, if she could solve this problem with her virginity, and her perverse fantasy, two birds with one stone! It would all be over then! No more!

She brushed a strand of her blonde hair out of her face, and behind her ear as she looked down intently at his bulge, nervous to even go near it. But she managed to lower herself down, her finger curiously resting on his thigh as she looked up at him, wide-eyed, in shock and fear, with a hint of lust, at what she was doing.

"It's so... big," She breathed in awe, letting go of her urges as she ran her hand up his thighs, the material of the sweatpants running up against her palm as she felt her fingers graze the bump, still clothed.

"I've never," She gulped, "I've never had it in my mouth before," She couldn't help but feel that flush of chill break through the warm, her arousal all the more imminent the more she stared at his crotch.