My parents didn’t even acknowledge me. They just stopped abruptly in the threshold and gawked at Brandon while Bianca gave her god a very sorry look. “Well fuck me sideways and call me ‘Twisty.’” Dad exclaimed in his thick accent, “Our son is a bonafide heathen idol.” Dad wrapped an arm around my stunned mother, then, being the classy guy that he was, grabbed his nuts, “I guess I have some devil juice in the family jugs, now who would’a thought?” “Brandon?” Mom said in her meek voice, “Is it true?” “Well o’ course it’s true, Mary; do you think Brandon here could manage to get this statuesque negress if he was anythin’ but one o’ the devil’s own?” Dad cackled, gesturing to the blushing Bianca behind him, “Looked to be about two dozen o’ ‘em flyin’ in from Drastin, or whatever the fuck Drastin is now. Hey Brandon, did you have anythin’ to do with that shit? Ho-lee fuck that was a show!” “Brandon, what’s happening?” Mom was on the verge of hysterics, “Yesterday we got the news that the heathen idols had returned, and that you were one of them! I told voyeur everyone it couldn’t be true, I told everyone this was all a lie spun by Tera, that whore, and then...” Mom put her head in hands. “…then the whole fuckin’ world went to shit in about thirty seconds!” Dad cackled, slapping his knees, “Was that the good sister Julia Gendian? I read about her. I like her. Good god-fearin’ woman with a solid moral compass, she is, or he, or whatever the fuck it is. Got a cock bigger than a moose’s, but an ego smaller than a lamb’s. I bet she got sick of all the sinnin’ happening in them walls, and decided to just wash it all away! Burn the heretics with fire, that’ll show ‘em! Glad you got out though, son.” “And this public nymph girl, Night Eyes?” Mom lamented, tears in her eyes, “Is it true? Are you fornicating with her? She has… she has a penis, Brandon! Not only is this out of wedlock, but it’s homosexual, it’s… unnatural! ” “Oh, don’t worry your sweet heart, Mary.” Dad said, pulling Mom close, and kissing the top of her head, “Our son’s the devil’s spawn, just like them other two. They all engage in amoral debauchery because ‘tis their nature. Even the good sister who tries to deny her nature is marred with the sin of her creation, and must bear the body of lecherous mutilation for all to witness her sins, say ‘amen,’ Mary.” “Amen.” Mom whimpered. “Now just because our boy is doomed to roast in a pit of agony until the end of creation, don’t mean we can’t love him, right Mary?” Dad asked. “Amen say God.” Mom cried again. “Amen say god.” Dad reaffirmed, then grinned broadly at Brandon, “Boy, do you got some stories to tell me. outdoor I want to know about every busty devil’s wench you’ve been sticking your father-given-gift into, starting with this hussy here.” Dad pointed at me, “Just what in the hell are you, girl? You some kind of witch? Why you glowin’ like that? Why you cryin’, I Suck didn’t say nothing mean to you! Why blowjob you… why you…” Dad’s face slowly fell, the mirth leaving it. His jaw hung open, his blue eyes widened, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. What a night. She voyeur shrieked as he drove the can further up inside outdoor of her. His nonchalant demeanor both excited me. I lay on the bed next to him and opened his pants. I knew we would have to be very careful. Get lost while you can and let me get back to the business at hand.” Then he made a big mistake. "Alright Luke...give me your cum!" Fear clenched about my heart. Let's give Suck up these powers and just be a loving family as we help mankind awaken to their destiny.” “What’s it blowjob to be lass, will thee bloody take me?” I asked me knob straining like a bloody Mizzen mast in me hand. “That was delicious, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. Water and feces were running public from her ass onto the ground and also covered the dildo soon. It was there: