Chapter 3

The first stroke inside Melanie was pure heaven, I won’t lie, but so was the first one inside Melissa. I kept going back and forth between them, not wishing to waste this hard-on. After all, even with my relative youth and vigor, there were limits to even my sexual recovery time after the classic male refractory period. I had already fucked three women in one day, including Mom, the maid Anastassia Obregon, and the actress Natalie Portman. I would have fucked Mrs. Chang if she wasn’t obviously exclusive with Dad (Dad wasn’t into sharing, as the divorce proved).

So, yeah, I wanted to make the most of this latest boner, which took a while to get back up, after considerable bottle play for what would have been an hour if time wasn’t frozen. I had used the bottle in their pussies, their asses, and yes, their mouths. They would probably have to retch when I finished with them, but that was their personal problem, not mine.

It was kinda hard to feel much compassion for girls my own age who had basically disowned their mother the moment that they turned eighteen. I suspected that Norris had bribed them somehow. Well, maybe that wasn’t the reason, but there was no call to disown their mother ... she hadn’t done anything to hurt them from what I could tell.

My mother, on the other hand, she was a class A bitch of the worst degree and I grew to despise her more by the day. Sure, she could be nice on occasions like my eighteenth birthday, but that was a whole Potemkin Village level of facade. As I said before, she spent most of the damn child support meant for me on herself and left me to eat microwaved bologna and saltines for supper or lunch at least seven to ten times a week (I will forever hate bologna as a result of this). Their mother, on the other hand, clearly spent it on her kids. It just wasn’t enough to buy their love or whatever.

I rammed deeper on each thrust into both young ladies as I contemplated other victims or prey or whatever you wished to call them. Sure, they were technically robbed of agency, but they were none the wiser, so no fucking PTSD or other harm at all. Cry me a river if you expect me to feel guilty about that crap. I have powers ... I’m not gonna waste them by refusing to benefit from them.

Maybe I am a sociopath, but how do I feel empathy for some folks, then, even if not for all of humanity? I rather consider myself a cynic and a vindictive sadist, proudly so. Some people merit my compassion or empathy or whatever. Some folks don’t, plain as day. The way I see it, I’m basically a god now and I have the duty to use my divine gifts or whatever to right the wrongs and improve society, starting with me and the injustices of my own damn life. A god no more worries about the agency of mere mortals than a human does about beasts and birds.

From the way that both of the twins reacted to my cock balls deep inside their slippery twats, neither was harmed in the slightest by being taken that way. So, yeah, cry me a fucking river about their agency or the loss thereof. They’ve been bitches to me ever since I knew them. They had it coming in spades and they even got pleasure from the act, so sue me. As for me, staring at their lovely, tanned asses didn’t exactly make me more hostile to them. I was in a very upbeat mood now as I hit it from the back.

I also thought about porking their mother ... and their sister, repeatedly, while screwing them. I’d likely be doing them favors if I did so, too. I was pretty sure that the mother was lonely and Candy could use a real man instead of Andy or someone like him for a change. Andy was a punk that the recruiter frankly should have turned down, but was probably under too much pressure to do so. There was no fucking way that joker would make a good Marine. It was a sick joke that he even enlisted.

What was their mother’s name again, the one who gave them all of those cute names? Heidi, Heather, something like that. She definitely liked her wordplay. No doubt of that. Yeah, note to self. Gotta try her out and see if maybe she had potential beyond the prudish exterior. I, for one, suspected that she wasn’t a complete prig. She was just hurt that her hypocrite of a preacher hubby cheated on her with the likes of Mom. What an insult, even if Mom was, strictly speaking, a knockout. The cutesy names were adorable, anyway, even if the people given them turned out to be complete cunts.