Defying Father
Anytime? Same old routine! I hesitated for a moment. To me, he was always an obstacle. The most loathsome being in the world. Someone I wished would just drop dead. 'Dad.'
Such a father calling me? At this hour? Why? It wasn't that unexpected a time, but him actually phoning was a first.
I nodded slowly and picked up. "Hello."
-Were you sleeping?
"No. Just got back from working out."
-That brawling crap again? How much money do you even make from it?
A sigh escaped me first. It was always like this. If divorce made money, was that why he did it? He never bothered asking what his kid liked. Just busy judging based on his prejudices.
"Why'd you call?"
-Can't a dad call his son?
"Not like this. Better if you didn't."
-You're always like that.
"So are you, Dad."
-You brat, whining about how tough training is? You chose it. Man up and deal if you're grown.
The massive rift that had formed between us sometime ago. It kept widening. Our distance grew too. I hated dealing with him, hated even looking at him.
But 'I'm different now.' At least, I thought I'd grown more than before.
So I said it. "I know it's tough out there, working your ass off."
-And?
"Time to let it go."
-Let what go?
"What makes you puff up your chest like you're hot shit? You know divorce is a grave sin against your kids, right?"
Not every crime needs to be in the constitution to count. Then affairs aren't crimes? Sorry, just borrowed your wife for a bit. Yeah, it's only civil court anyway. No biggie. Ridiculous.
"Guess you forgot—I still haven't gotten a proper apology from you."
-Apologize for what?
"You'd know if you were real parents."
For the first time, I heard him bubbling with rage over the line. Felt damn good. Finally landed a hit. I'd only imagined it before. We used to be like real father and son.
But after the divorce, we drifted apart fast.
-Rebelling now?
"Any reason I shouldn't?"
-Even if I'm a bit neglectful, you can't just mirror it. That's not how it works. Don't become like me.
"Give me a break, seriously."
People like him twist society. North Korea fires missiles, so we sit quiet? Just take the hits and ship rice? Bullshit. Who's calling for war? Hold them accountable. Make them take responsibility.
-I still tried to raise you. Thought you'd be lonely without family, so I made allowances.
"Who pulls a knife on their family for a divorce?"
-Think I did it for fun?
"Then explain why. You shut your mouth, said it was adult stuff, and told me to deal."
-You little shit, but—
"At least act like a father!"
I yelled. Took a deep breath to hold back the anger. Finally spat out what I'd wanted to say for ages.
"If you ever saw me as your kid, you should've at least asked after the divorce. 'You okay? Sorry.' But not a word from you."
-You got some nerve!
"That's why I'm saying it. Be an adult before you play dad."
-Grown a lot, huh?
"Too much—some folks can't handle it. Get good at your job, or spar me if you're jealous."
I hung up.
Wait. I tilted my head. Right as I cut it off... I swear I heard a faint chuckle. Like he was relieved. Nah, imagination.
"Whew."
Finally stood up to him. That towering mountain, distant peak of a man. Did it cool as hell. No regrets.
'After the divorce, I figured I had no place here. Dad, I'll make sure you don't either.'
I eyed the drone tucked in the corner. The truths I held through it came to mind. They'd be my power.
Romi was already conquered.
'First, I'll steal every woman in this house. Then...'
There'd be more after. World was big, women plentiful. And this house was huge. Room for a few more wouldn't hurt.
"Alright."
Lights out. Lay in bed, closed my eyes. Now the real fun began, I thought. Sex was done—what next?
'Lock it in.'
I drifted off.
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Next morning. Preparing breakfast in the kitchen, no sign of stepmom or big sis.
Romi grumbled. "Sleeping in again, huh? Sis got home late last night."
"Yeah?"
"Said she'd be back early evening, then what? Drinking plans or something?"
"Hmm."
I smirked inwardly. Knew why she was late. Probably enjoyed herself solo. Marking her territory hot and heavy.
Romi shot me a side-eye. "What's with that 'I know everything' face?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah right, as if loser bro knows jack. Heh."
"Jeez."
Always acting superior. As I set the table, Romi elbowed me.
"Quit slacking and go wake 'em."
"Fine, fine."
Headed to the master bedroom first. Knocked, went in.
Stepmom lay there in her underwear, totally defenseless. Stunned me.
'Whoa.'
Basking in sunlight, stepmom sprawled vulnerably in her undies. 'Fuck, she's smoking hot. Wanna slam right in.'
Summoned saintly restraint. Couldn't pounce here. Needed a better stage. Enjoy her there!
Approached and shook her. "Mom, Mom!"
"Mm? Son, wha?"
Stepmom cracked her eyes with effort. Damn, even her just-woke face was gorgeous. Celeb-level looks, right?
"Time for breakfast."
"Mm, later."
She tried sitting up, then flopped back.
I shook my head. "Now."
"Nooo. Wanna sleep more, go away."
Curled up hugging the blanket like a doll. Speechless. Burst out laughing. Felt like waking a girlfriend older than me.
'Stepmom pulls this sometimes.' Adorably sexy.
Failed with stepmom. Upstairs next. Knocked on Sona's door.
'Still asleep?'
Cracked it open. Unlike stepmom, Sona slept primly. Went to wake her.
Suddenly, she flipped the blanket, scratching her inner thigh.
'Gasp!'
Almost yelped. Swallowed hard. My dick, half-hard from stepmom, went full mast.
Sis was buck naked. Smooth, plump white pussy, soft jiggling tits dominating my view.
'Insane body. Goddess tier. Wow.'
Any guy would react to that. Whoever snags her is lucky. Her future hubby, anyway.
I shook my head, jaw set. 'Nah, I'll take her. Stepmom, sis—all of 'em.'
Snickered. Simple as that—why'd it take so long to see?
Covered her gently, shook carefully. Skin so soft.
"Sis, Sis."
"Mm, Hawaiian pizza."
"Huh? No, breakfast time."
"Mm, tomorrow. Extra pickles."
Couldn't help chuckling. Whatever sleep-talk, it cracked me up. What situation is this? Pineapple pizza too.
'Tasty sometimes, though. Better than mint choco for sure.'
Shook more. More weird mutters. Tough nut.
"Sis?"
"Mm, no cola, sparkling water. Gain weight."
"Sigh."
Gave up. Downstairs.
Shook my head at Romi. "Both hopeless."
"Eh, whatcha gonna do."
She sighed like it was pathetic, but lips quirked up.
We ate breakfast. Familiar sight now. Grabbing braised tofu, felt sensation on my leg.
'Here we go again.'
Her toes stroking my calf. No holds barred now.
I grinned at her. Probably do it crowds or not.
Smooth strokes. Toes dancing organically. Licking up my leg muscles. Ankle to knee slow.
"Sleep okay?"
"Yeah."
Even casual chit-chat, like nothing.
Impressive. Born little devil.
"You?"
"Worried about someone? Loser♥"
"That spot—thought it'd burn hot. Still twitching?"
"Wh-what?!"
Her foot froze. Cat eyes wide in panic.
I snickered. Classic Romi.
Slid my left hand down, grabbed her slim ankle.
"Like doing naughty stuff with your feet, author lady?"
"Eek! Oh, right—I wrote chapter 1."
"When?"
"Before bed last night."
Released her ankle, impressed. Takes time for a piece, but she banged it out.
Pouting over breakfast, she eyed me. "Finished edits this morning, sorta. Hmm."
"Impressive."
"Hmph, wanna see?"
"Yeah, said I'd check it."
"Not checking—you're seeing what I show. Tch."
"Yes, ma'am."
Laughed. Before the drone revealed secrets—before I decided to go for it—this scene was unthinkable.
'Too pretty, felt distant.'
That's how they were. But up close? Doable. Why wait till now?
Grateful to the drone. Or my luck.
"Hey, bro. Should I learn cooking?"
"Why? You're good already."
"What? Can't season for shit every time. Sigh."
"Tons of YouTube vids now. Watch those."
"Still."
"You got this, dummy."
Snickered, chatted idly. Fun meal done.
Cleaned up with Romi. Washing dishes, smeared bubbles on her nose.
"Hey, what?!"
"Heehee."
"Gah!"
She got mine too. Dish soap scent cozy. Playful dishwashing done.
Fun like newlyweds, huh?
"C'mon."
"Hmph."
Up to my room. She flipped open her laptop right away.
'How good is it? No lit crit here, but wanna see the pain of creation.' Not Russian novels, but.
As I focused on the screen, Romi smirked sideways, pressed close. Buried face in my chest.
"Haa, been torture wanting your scent."
"Huh?"
"What huh. Pants down. Need a little appetizer."
"Saying stuff like that now."
Her cheeks flushed. Shy even saying it? Cute as hell.
"So what? Just us. If someone comes, say you're reviewing my work."
"Total little devil."
This change? I loved it.
Pants down. My cock hardened, reared up.
"Haa♥ Big, huge dick♥"
Romi started drooling for real.