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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Layla had dinner going when they came inside. The mingled smells of a full meal wafted throughout the house. Ever since John and Mel had fucked her the first time, it seemed like Layla had been more involved in their family than ever before. She'd never been distant exactly, but she was always on the outskirts. They knew she felt overshadowed by Toni's constant success, always coming in second in the races. With Toni away from home these last weeks, though, it was like she'd tried to step up and prove something to them. While it was a nice change, they both knew that Layla had never needed to prove anything. They loved her just as much as Toni, and as much as Mick.
"Hey there, later gators," Layla said, popping her head out of the kitchen, "stuff's in the oven. You've got an hour!"
She strolled out of the kitchen and gave them both a kiss on the lips, squeezing her John's crotch teasingly.
"Toni's been in her room since we got home. Mick disappeared into his cave with the hottie you adopted, and is probably fucking her brains out as we speak," Layla said.
"Thanks, honey," Mel said, and held out her hand.
Layla reached out, curious, and felt Mel drop a key into her hand.
"What's this?"
Well," Mel said, looking uncomfortable, "Part of your Toni's treatment for her AHSD is to help her deal with her need to masturbate, so for the time being they're using a deterrent treatment," Mel tried to explain.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"They locked her in a chastity belt," John said.
"They did what?" Layla feigned ignorance, looked dumbfounded.
"It's to help her," Mel parroted the doctors, "but it means we're going to have to step up and help, too. If she needs to use the bathroom, take showers, or...well...if she needs to cum. We're going to have to help her, alright?"
Layla found it difficult to suppress her joy at Toni's predicament, but put on her mask and said, "That's awful! So, like, by helping her I guess you mean taking this thing off when she needs to do one of the aforementioned activities?"
"That's about the size of it," John said, "just try to be...nice about it, will you?"
"Oh, the picture of sweetness and joy, I am!"
"And also the devil in disguise," Mel said with a laugh.
"Mel, I'm hurt! I, of all people, know what it's like to fight your urges, and my dearest Toni shall have the utmost compassion and understanding during this traumatic time,"
"Remind me why you chose track instead of drama?" John said, rolling his eyes.
"Too much stuff to memorize," Layla shrugged, and gave them her best dumb blonde look."
"Layla look," Mel said, "This transition is going to be difficult enough for Toni, and for all of us. Things have changed a lot in the last few weeks, and now we have two girls with a hypersexual disorder, living in a house of full time horndogs. It's not exactly the ideal place to help them stop thinking about sex, is it?"
"Well, when you put it that way, I guess. Maybe you should think about it like this, though. What better place is there than this? Do you want them out in the world where any dick off the street can take advantage of their condition? Or, would you rather provide a safe environment, where like-minded people engage in similar activities in a loving and enjoyable way? Seems like a no-brainer to me,"
"I knew there was a reason I liked you," John said, giving Mel a jab with his elbow.
"We're going to have to tell Toni what's been going on," Mel said, still not quite satisfied.
"Of course we are," Stephanie agreed, "You two can handle that fuckaroo, and I'll finish dinner!"
"What about Cindy?" Mel added.
"You mean," Layls grinned, "how is our newest sister going to handle the fact that her adopted family is banging each other?"
"You and John have a way with putting a blunt face on things, don't you?" Mel said.
"Like I said, I knew I like her," John winked.
"If the ride home was any indication of Cindy's mindset when it comes to sexual freedom and experimentation," layla said, "I don't think we have anything to worry about,"
"How so?" Mel said.
Layla mimed a blowjob and laughed.
"Oh...Oh!" Mel gasped.
"Sounds like she's going to fit in alright," John said.
Mel poked her finger into his chest, "You just want another slutty little teenage hole to put your dick in! You can't fool me!"
John put his hands up defensively, "Whoa, whoa! I never said anything about putting my dick into anyone. I've already got two hungry mouths to feed. Do you think I could handle another one?"
They looked at him as if he were stupid.
"Okay, so I could probably handle another one, but I'm considering it off limits until otherwise notified, okay?"
"Good enough," Mel said, "Now let's go see Toni."
Layla walked into the living room and they heard the TV come on. Resigning themselves, they plodded up the stairs to have one of the most uncomfortable conversations anyone could ever have. They paused outside Toni's door and knocked softly.
"Come in," Toni called, her voice sounded strained.
She was clutching a pillow to her chest, her eyes red from crying. Mel's heart sank and she threw her arms around her while John put his hand awkwardly on her shoulder.
"Oh baby," Mel said, starting to cry herself, "Everything's alright now. We're right here,"
Toni clutched at her tightly. She hadn't felt like this in years, so desperate for someone's comfort.
"Mel" she said quietly, "I'm sorry!"
"Hush now," Mel said, "There's nothing to be sorry for,"
"But I screwed up my life! I'm a stupid slut, and I screwed up my life!"
"Oh, honey. You're not a stupid slut. And you didn't screw up your life. We all make mistakes. I mean, just look at Mick," she joked.
Toni cracked a little smile. She was so glad to be home. Mel stroked her hair.
"Baby, I know it's hard right now, but we're going to make sure everything is alright. We love you so much! We all do. We're going to take care of you, and your friend,"
"Oh, God! I forgot about Cindy. I didn't even show her her room or anything!" Toni wailed.
"Don't worry," John said, "Mick's taking care of her, I think."
Toni laughed, wiping at her eyes, "I'll bet it's more like she's taking care of him,"
"Does that bother you?" Mel asked, trying to feel her out. The most difficult conversation was still to come.
"No," Toni said, "I know what she's like. She's like me. She can't help herself,"
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