"He expects me to do fucking all of that!?"
Winston was looking over a list of chores that his new stepfather had posted to the fridge. Jackson had seemed like a really nice guy, and Winston was fine with his mom marrying him. But soon after the wedding, Jackson revealed his true colors. He wasn't bad or abusive, but he did fire all of the staff that Winston and his mom had hired, including the ones who cleaned their pool and house, and even the ones who cooked for them! Winston begrudgingly admitted that, yeah, he should learn how to cook and do the laundry, but lots of families hired other people to do their yardwork.
Jackson was having none of it, but at least he had been kind enough to not demand that Winston get a summer job. In return, he would just have to do this list of chores. After eating breakfast, Winston got to work on the first task: cleaning the pool. Figuring out how to clean the pool, and then actually finding the strainer, took a while. Winston didn't want to get wet, so he had to awkwardly make waves and hope the leaves and dead bugs would float into the strainer. Eventually, fed up and frustrated with the task, he tossed the strainer into the pool.
Next on the list was yardwork. Even Winston could pick weeds. Unfortunately for him, though, Jackson wanted new plants put down as well, to make the outside look as good as the inside. Winston looked at the number of tools in the toolshed just for gardening, and he did a measly attempt at one row, which he dropped all the seeds in, two bags each of four different flowers. All the rest of the tasks on the list were done in a half-baked way as well. None were done in the way Jackson intended.
Winston was "done" before lunch, and spent the rest of the day lounging on the couch, getting caught up on his favorite shows. Jackson was the first to arrive home that day, and a bit earlier than usual. He decided to walk in through the back, getting in a bit of fresh air. That allowed him to view the disgraceful job that his stepson had done with his chores.
Jackson was angry. He stormed into the house. "Winston, explain yourself!" he bellowed. Even with his loud tone of voice, Winston didn't hear him. That was even more unfortunate, as Winston had switched to watching porn and jacking off. So, when his stepfather barged into the living room, Jackson was greeted by the sight of his stepson beating his meat.
"What the fuck, Winston!" he screamed. This time, Winston heard him.
"What the fuck, Jackson!" he retorted right back, grabbing a pillow to cover up his erect cock.
"Besides you shamelessly jerking off in my own fucking living room, you did a terrible job out there. Did even you even complete one of the tasks I assigned you?"
"Yeah," Winston responded, defiantly.
