Isaac Byrne - Tolerance

There was a shot of DJ somehow up on the roof, fucking some girl he thought looked like Brittney from the thighs splayed out to either side of him but he couldn’t be sure. Brittney didn’t remember either. Him crowd-surfing on a group of people kind enough to catch him when he’d fallen (or jumped?) down. A somewhat blurry one of him fucking Taylor’s mouth; it was unclear whether there was a tear leaking out or if it was just a spot of the glitter decorating her naked body. A selfie of him motorboating a topless Morgan, and another of him doing the same to Lauren, a third where he knelt grinning maniacally in front of both half-naked women. A shot of him staring wide-eyed and startled from behind the wheel of the bus where he’d crashed it into a neighbor’s tree two houses down.

The bus was still there in the morning, but he had no idea where the driver had gone.

He’d woken up that morning in Morgan’s bed surrounded by scattered tits and ass. Brittney, Brianne and Jody were all in bed with him. Making his way down the hall, he found Morgan in the spare room passed out with a football player, and Lauren in her own bedroom with Taylor—still on her leash—curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed.

He released the poor cheer squad captain first. Her clothes were lost somewhere in the night, and while DJ would’ve been fine letting her borrow something of his step-sister’s, Lauren had no such inclination toward mercy for a girl who’d been a thorn in her side all through high school. Taylor wound up staggering out of the house in an ill-fitting cheerleading uniform from the rival school left behind somehow, barefoot and without the accompanying panties.

Jody and Brianne soon headed out with Lauren to hit their favorite coffee shop and nurse hangovers of their own; evidently things were now mended between them now that Lauren had succumbed to DJ’s charmless wiles as well. Morgan was the only one in the house not hung over, but with the house and yard looking like it had been struck by a hurricane, she had several days’ work ahead of her in undoing the damage. She made breakfast for everyone once they were all up by noon or so, showed DJ the photos he hadn’t remembered ordering her to take. (He took leave of his self-pity long enough to wonder at how it must have felt for her to stand idly by as hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars of property damage was done to her home. Then the jackhammer in his skull robbed him of his spare fucks to give.)

Sleeping and hydrating was the way of the day for him and Brittney, who was feeling minimally better. By evening, the two were feeling well enough to make the trek back to school. But first, he had to say his goodbyes, beginning with a text to Lauren, instructing her to come back home to send him off.

He approached Morgan, who was shuffling along doggedly sweeping up broken glass from countless shattered bottles in the back yard. She’d made good progress; several dozen square feet were already clear, and only a few hundred more remained. As DJ hadn’t set a wardrobe for her, she was clad in her mom-jeans and a hoodie. It was strange, seeing her dressed like her normal self and not some sexed-up parody of a maid.

He had a momentary instinct to punish her for it just for fun, but shrugged it off. She’d been through enough to satisfy him for now. Enough that he even pitied her. A little.

“We’re heading out pretty soon, Morgan. Just wanted to let you know. You can have your bed back, put your stuff back in your drawers.”

A flush of relief painted her features. “Thank you, sir.”

“You can knock it off with the ‘sir’ stuff, now. No more threat hanging over your head, either.”

“Very well, s—DJ.”

“And all that stuff I said before, about being mad about financial stuff and all… don’t worry about it. Spend your money however you wanna spend it. I can take care of myself now. Do what’s best for you and Lauren. And have some fun. And for God’s sake, hire some professionals to clean all this shit up or you’ll break your back doing it.”

She laughed, but it sounded forced; DJ hugged her anyway. Before this past week, they’d seldom (if ever) engaged in tender physical contact, but now, riding high from the greatest week of his life, the neglected step-son wanted to leave on the best terms possible. “Sorry I pushed you so hard. I guess I was just…” Angry? Bitter? Vengeful? Power-mad? “Well, whatever I was. Sorry.”

She didn’t respond at first. With her warm curves in his arms, he considered he’d not have a chance to touch this again for a while, and slid his hands down into the back of her jeans and fondled her ass, then strained against the tightness of the fabric to briefly tease her pussy. “Apology accepted, sir,” she squeaked as he slid in a finger.

He continued for a moment, and naturally—unnaturally, actually, but it felt natural now—she let him. Some time later, trembling in his arms, she nudged his shoulder. “Lauren and the girls are here.”

Sliding his hands back out of Morgan’s pants and turning, he saw Brianne, Jody and Lauren looking at the two of them through the sliding glass door, all of them wearing mixtures of disapproving scowls and jealous glares. He strode back inside.

“Had to cop one last feel of your mom for the road, perv?” Jody asked.

“ Step -mom,” Lauren corrected reflexively. “Not that I like you fucking my mom, but at least you’re not committing actual incest.” She shuddered.

“Yeah, having an orgy with your step-brother in the locker room is super normal, Laur,” Brianne chided.

“Like you have room to talk, butt slut!” Lauren retorted.

“HEY!” DJ interjected before things could get uglier. “I just wanted to say goodbye to Lauren before I left.”

Lauren folded her arms across her chest, clearly not liking his taking charge, regardless of what had happened between them. “Well, bye then,” she said dismissively.

“Oh come on, you really want to be shitty like that on my way out?”

She sneered. “Oh God, we fool around a little and suddenly it’s like we’re super close? Ugh.”

“Well, some things never change,” he mumbled mostly to himself.

A few minutes later, Brittney called out a merry “say cheese!” as she snapped a photo—something DJ said he wanted to remember his week by. He was back in Morgan’s bed, his cock—hard after a moderately competent blowjob from Lauren—buried in her pussy as she lay on her back, legs spread acrobatically wide.

Jody and Brianne were there too. The big-titted blonde knelt topless over Lauren’s face, one huge nipple embedded in her friend’s mouth as she looked up at the camera, smiling her brightest smile to accelerate this whole degrading spectacle. Brianne was completely naked, her divinely inspired ass pointed at the camera as she stuck a slender tongue out to poke at Lauren’s clit. It was all posed, but naturally, once Brittney was content with a few shots, he went ahead and moved things through to completion, culminating in one last satisfying blast of cum right into his ever-bitchy step-sister’s face.

Jody griped about having to participate, how lesbians were a totally healthy and vital part of the greater body of womanhood, but she couldn’t get off from a woman’s mouth alone; Brianne also pouted that no one even tried to get her off, which triggered Lauren complaining about having cum in both eyes and not even being able to see. DJ put an end to the complaints by putting Jody and Brianne into a 69 position on top of Lauren (who groaned at the weight until DJ stuffed his still-wet cock between her lips), and he squeezed, pinched and twisted Jody’s hypersensitive nipples until the two friends were contentedly sighing after a nice series of orgasms.