The characters and events in this story are 4% non-fiction. The characters themselves are 18+ and products of the author's imagination because he's a demented little fuck.
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Daniel McGee lit another cigarette and drank his umpteenth cup of coffee, it sucked....
He was sitting with a group of people who also had anger management problems, similar to his own, but not as fucking intense.
If anybody knew anything about him, they'd know his short fuse was brought on by trauma, and not just something he's always had.
They took turns talking about what set them off enough to get landed here, Danny's wasn't sugar coated, or even all that nice. What got him landed here wasn't very pretty, didn't start out pretty either...
The girls only wanted to help him let it go.
He had lived with these women for many years, unaware that they were raising him to be their own personal fuck-boy, but only at his own choosing.
Something he eventually came to terms with a week after Miranda came to visit, but when it started was the day she arrived.
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Danny was recovering from two hangovers, one supplied from booze, the other inflicted all over his body.
Guess which one will last longer?
The stab wound looked okay, an inch to the left, and he'd be suffering from another kind of liver damage.
After getting himself cleaned up, re-bandaged, and moderately dressed, you know, sweatpants, he went to find food or something.
Damn this headache...
Miranda McGee, had come of legal age about three years go, but that never stopped her from bedding any human with a pulse. Puberty hit her like water, and she had filled out very, very nicely.
Her school uniform made her more desirable as it hugged every curve she possessed.
Her Spanish heritage had shown very clearly, her olive skin, long shiny black hair, bright brown eyes, and full pouty lips, standing at only 5 feet tall, she believed she was fun size rather than short. Unlike her Caucasian mother, aunt, and cousin, she was fully figured and had real sized definitions, curves that drove men and women wet and wild.
Yummy with a tummy, and not ashamed to show it.
As Jessica's only daughter, she saw Daniel and Sasha more as siblings rather than cousins, and that only made her want to fuck them harder, and the description they kept giving her, and the photos they sent of Daniel, she habitually used as masturbation fuel almost every night.
The perfect ratio of sheer muscle but not ripped, he could go extremely lean if he wanted, but a little cushioning isn't a sin.
She had dropped her suitcases in the foyer, kissed her aunt and mother a passionate hello, realizing how much she missed those lips on her body, sucking and biting on her nipples and clit.
Her dominant mother always taking control, the sensuous aunt who prefers tantric sex, sweet compliant Sasha is ready and willing for anything, and recently learning about Danny's inexhaustible stamina, made her mouth water and her love box hot and moist.
She can catch up on fucking them later, right now, she needs to ride Danny like a pony in heat.
However, the loving cougars suggested they got comfortable, and told her about what happened in the last few days.
The surprise encounter Thursday night she liked hearing, it made her want Danny even more, but the apparent agitation Danny faced yesterday, told via Sasha, and the state he came home in, followed by the reason why he was late, kinda turned her off.
She sat between them, open mouthed, and legged, at what she had just heard.
This promiscuous family unit of close lovers had a slight drawback regarding Danny, he had a frightening temperament, and the fact that he didn't know about their incestuous relationships before taking Sasha to bed was a bit of a blow.
This whole plan of having a male live with them and be their exclusive paramour excited her, but if he didn't know...
Miranda reclined further in her seat, Julian and Jessica sat curled up on the couch, and each had a cup of coffee.
Julian wore her favorite silky risqué red robe, and if anyone knew anything about it, they'd know she never wore anything underneath, or anything else, when she's home. It wasn't even properly closed, not leaving much to the imagination to anyone gazing at her delicious body.
Jessica wore a high black thong to accentuate her V-shaped curves, thigh high black transparent stockings, and nothing else really. She did have a matching purple robe to her sister's, but it was so dark, it was almost black.
Miranda herself didn't bother wearing panties, a fact she found pointless in this house as they'll be on the floor anyway before she even deposited her things.
She was about to ask when they were getting up, when they heard movement on the stairs.
Her heart leaped.
Miranda hadn't seen Dan and Sasha for at least a few years, not since she was accepted at that boarding school, finally; and smiled brightly as it was Danny who descended the stairs, she wanted to see for herself the man she was told all about.
Her smile widened at the jiggling bulge on his pants. He was known for not wearing any boxers with his sweatpants.
Her heart hammered, her thighs rubbed together, her kitty was purring with hunger, she bit her lip in anxious anticipation.
Only to lose all that feeling the moment she saw the true extent of his injuries. Her jaw dropped.
The right side of his face, and places that weren't bandaged up, looked like he fought Freddy Kruger.
He favored his right leg and had a clean patch to the right of his stomach. Julian and Jessica also recoiled at the sight of him, having no idea the description Sasha gave them was an understatement, and the description to Miranda from them was diluted with fermented grapes, and had nothing to go on except that it was a fight and he got roughed up.
He looked like he was beat to Hell, chewed up, and spat out!
Danny stopped in the foyer, and turned to address them in his usual fashion.
"Fuck y'all looking at?" He grunted, and lurched into the kitchen.
He was looking for a cold pack, but found a roast in the fridge, that would work, he thought, and slapped that bad boy on his face.
The cellophane would keep his open cuts away from the raw meat, but the coldness felt so fucking awesome he shook with relief, shame the rest of him couldn't experience as much.
He had his phone with him, and checked whatever messages he may have missed...
His band got a gig somewhere on the outside of town, wishing he was there, partying like the animal he is, because Paulina.
The Leaf Tribune is now accepting Asian Bisexuals. Why? He doesn't know, doesn't want to know, doesn't care to know.
The ever anticipated Frisbee playoffs are next week, and the Musicology Hall is being zoned for...fumigation? Stupid administrative decisions.
Vandalism is at an all time low, only one vehicle was violated, but campus security is baffled.
Yeah, sure they are...
And... He has a new email from Anonymous. "You did well last night, my good sir. Despite being out numbered, you defeated all your opponents, and with minor injury."
Say that to his gut, he pressed the roast to his side, and it sort of helped.
"Next month is an exhibition of a more lucrative nature. Rest well and enjoy your earnings. We expect to see great things of you."
