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Face of Perfection


No minors, 18 or over only. GO AWAY YOUNGSTERS, I will not be responsible
for your corruption.


About a month ago I got a phone call from my mother. Delores and I were
eating a casual dinner in our sweats when the phone rang. I picked it up.


"Hi mom, how are you and Ray doing?"

"We're doing fine, dear."

"That's good to hear."

"William, would you be a dear and do me and Ray a favor?"

"Sure mom, what is it?"

"Darren's coming over for a little while this summer, but you know we've
got your grandparents staying, so I was wondering..."

No, I didn't want Darren to stay at my house. The bastard was a public
menace. A complete and utter louse. college had done nothing to appease
the inner prick within him. In some ways he was even worse. The few times
I had talked to him since I had moved out ended up becoming a monologue on
his part about how much pussy he was getting in college. Even on my
wedding day.

"When and for how long, mom?"

"Oh, not for too long, a week at the most. I think he's coming in
tomorrow. I know you don't like him, but me and Ray are in a real pinch."

"Okay, mom."

"Oh thank you, dear."

"It's my pleasure, mom."

"I'll tell Darren right away."


As I hung up the phone I groaned to myself. A week with Darren, god the
humanity. At least I had work to keep me away from the bastard most of the

"What's wrong honey?" my wife asked, obviously seeing the pain on my

"That was my mother. Darren's going to stay over for a little while
until my grandparents go home and my mom can spare a room again."

"Over here? At our house?"


"That should be fun," Delores said. "I'll make up the spare room."

"Yeah, fun. Whoopee."

"What's this? Sibling rivalry?"

"We're not siblings," I muttered.

Delores gave me one of her critical looks, one of those looks I knew
meant I would be changing something in my life, which she assumed was for
my own good.

"You know, maybe this will give you two a chance to burry the hatchet."

I wanted to burry a hatchet. About five inched in Darren's back. But
instead I said, "Maybe."

We spent the rest of the night preparing the guest room. We fell asleep
in each other's arms.

The next day, while Delores was at work, Darren's truck roared into our
driveway. The heavy footsteps stomped up the walkway and the doorbell

When I opened it there was Darren carrying a duffel bag, a grocery bag,
and wearing what appeared to be his school's colors, an extremely faded
blue and orange.

"Hey, bro," Darren said jovialy.

"Hey, Darren," I said, in what I thought was pretty cheerfully under the

"Rosie said you said it was cool if I crashed here for the week."

"Yeah, we've got the guest room set up for you."

Darren walked into the house like he owned the place. "Cool. Thanks
man, I appreciate this."

I must say, this was a pleasent surprise. Not at all the louse I was
expecting. Perhaps Delores had been right and we might end up burrying the

"So is your wife still a hottie?"

Five inches in his spine....

"I tend to think so," I said playing along through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, I always said she could have made a living as a stripper or


That was true. Although technically an accounting nerd, Delores had
been blessed with a beautiful face and well proportioned body. But raised
by strict parents she had grown up incredibly conservative. Her past
social life had turned out to consist of a pastor's son and me.
Suprisingly when she had taken me home to meet her parents they had
approved of me almost off the bat.

I was born Bill Underbrook. I was a foul mouthed little kid. One of
the ones that tore the legs off bugs and couldn't stop playing with pointy
things, or fire. I wasn't a trouble maker, but people avoided me just the
same, calling me weird. My first grade teacher actually told my mom I was

But my parents died when I was eight, and to tell you the truth I didn't
really care. They hadn't really been there for me, so their deaths just
meant that their absence was made permanent.

I ended up with a foster parent. Her name was Rosie Leuter. She was
friendly enough, but insecure as all out. She was a little overweight and
it made her uncomfortable. Somehow I ended up being her source of pride.
It was an incredible responbsiblity, and I liked it. I actually went out
of my way to make her proud.

Unfortunatley this meant I had to subvert every instinct I had. It's
hard to get A's in school whe your teachers are afraid you'll come back one
day and shoot them. So instead I hid all my real personality traits and
became Rosie's idea of the perfect son; smart, dutiful, polite, and dull.
You know the type, math club, physics club, A/V club, quiet, reading
Tolstoy at lunch.

Needless to say all my dates came from the same pool of nerds that I had
adopted into. The kind of girl you can take home to mother. The kind of
girl that thinks that making out requires a long term commitment.

Right before I moved out for college Rosie, or mom as I was calling her,
got married. My new step-father was named Roy. I liked him, he was the
town dentist. He made mom feel special, which was a relief to me since I
was going to be gone for months at a time.

The only thing I didn't like was Roy's son from a previous marriage,
Darren. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't jealous for a parent's attention, I
just didn't like the guy. He was a year younger than me but he was already
a dick. He smoked, he drank, he lied, and that's when his father was
around. Basicly Darren got through life by being one of the school's star
athletes. He was an arrogant prick and I hated him. We were both glad
when I went to college. Him because it meant my "perfectness" wouldn't
outshine him and me becaue I hated the prick.

At college I held on to my adopted personality. It had become second
nature to me. I was Bill Leuter, the perfect son, majoring in engineering.
For some college is an endless series of parties. For me it was studying.
I didn't want anything to get back to mom.

I became a research scientist for a pharmaceutical company. I married a
woman I met in college, a nice blonde accounting major named Delores. We
moved to Seattle, a mere fifty miles from mother. Our marriage wasn't as
open as it could have been. She was conservative by upbringing, I by

It wasn't as bad as you might think. We weren't one of those couples
who ONLY had sex in the missionary position. We both enjoyed oral sex,
although rarely. There was an unspoken agreement that we didn't experiment
beyond what we knew, which considering we were both virgins when we were
married, wasn't much.


"Yeah, she just needs to stop wearing those dresses that go all the way
to her ankles and those shirts with the big collars. She dresses like a
nun for Christ's sakes. She needs to show some skin, show off what God
gave her. And I don't need to tell you bro, that's a lot."

I just stared at him, trapped in the insanity and poor manners that was

"What's sex with her like? All the little prissy, church going chicks I
manage to get the panties off are like animals when you get them to drop
the attitude. You know what I mean?"

I smiled weakly. "Look, Darren, I have to go to work now. The guest
room is on the top of the stairs to the left. You can have anything you
want from the fridge, except the meatloaf, that's for dinner. And..."

I hesitated. I really didn't want to, but Delores and I had talked
about it.

"... there's a copy of the house key in the cuppard above the washing
machine next to the garage in case you want to go out."

"Hey thanks bro. Oh by the way, I brought a present."

Darren pulled a six-pack of beer from the grocery bag.

"I got a bunch more in the truck."

"Um, thanks. But Delores and I don't drink."

Darren shrugged.

"More for me," he said.

He pulled one off, popped it open, and took a chug.

I began to walk out the doorway. I heard him shout from behind me.

"I appreciate this, bro!"

"No problem," I said through gritted teeth and went to work.


When I got home I was pleasently relieved to find Darren sitting on the
couch watching television. He had a beer in his hand, although from the
way he looked he hadn't gotten through the first six-pack.

"Hey, bro," he shouted.

"Hi, Darren."

"Made myself at home, hope you don't mind?"

"No, that's fine."

"Cool. Hey, the guest room's the one with the fruity flower painting in
it, right?"


"Oh, good. I had some trouble finding it. But I made it."

"Oh. Good."

"Yeah, sorry if I made a mess in the other rooms."

I looked at him straight in the eye.

"Mess?" I asked.

"Er, yeah. I wasn't sure if I was in the right room so I went through
some of the drawers to make sure. Hope that's not a problem."

I didn't speak at first.

"No. No problem at all."

"Cool." Darren went back to watching his reruns.

I dashed upstairs and began checking each room. The bathroom was fine.
So was the spare room. I wasn't sure what Darren was talking about until I
got to my bedroom.

Darren had been through the drawers all right, but curiously only
Delores' underwear drawer. Plain cotton panties and bras were in a heap in
the floor. Garter belts were all over the room, as if they had been used
like sling shots.

It took me a while to clean up the room. When I was finished I went
downstairs again.

Some time when I was trying to put away Darren's mess Delores had come
home. I hadn't heard her car, I guess I had been to engrossed with my
task. She was sitting next to Darren, laughing at some joke he had just

"Hey bro," Darren motioned at me.

"Oh, Bill," Delroes said between giggles. "Darren was just telling me
about some of the games he played."

"I was just telling her about this one cheerleader on the opposing
squad," Darren explained. "She wasn't wearing panties, although no one
really knew that. But our mascot somehow found out and pulled her skirt
off, showing her pussy to everyone."

Delores burst into a fit of giggles again.

"In the middle of a game?" I asked.

"No, in our locker room."

Delores' giggles tapered off. She blinked a few times.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Yeah, see we've got this tradition with Ohio State, where the losing
team has to send over some cheerleaders to the winning team's locker room
after the game. It's nothing bad, the cheerleaders totally agree, and all
they have to do is some cheer praising the winners."

"Oh," Delores said, although she still looked unsure. "Um, I think I
better get dinner ready."

She got up leaving me alone with Darren. When she was clearly out of
the range of hearing Darren leaned over to me and began whispering.

"Bro, you are so gonna get it tonight."


"Didn't you see her? When she thought we were banging those
cheerleaders? Man, she is horny. She's going to ride you like a woman
possessed. I always wondered by you married such a prude, but bro, man now
I understand. She must be like a total nympho."

"No, not really," I admitted. "It's all pretty tame."

Darren looked genuinely surprised.

"You sure, bro? I mean I've seen types like her before, pretending to
be quiet and shit, but deep down they want to be used like a ten dollar..."

"That's enough," I interupted.

"Sorry, bro."

"Besides, you said it yourself, the cheerleaders just did a cheer."

"Fuck, that was just because I could see she was getting uncomfortable.
Of course we banged them. Bro, those girls were grade A prime pussy. Once
we got 'em naked there was no stopping them. The losing team only sends
over the sluttiest cheerleaders on the squad. Those girls fucked us so
long we almost missed our bus back."


Darren was right, we did have sex that night, and Delores seemed more
into it than usual. She even gave me a blow job. It felt good to have my
cock in her mouth, and I returned the favor by eating her out. She must
have orgasmed twice, although she shouted out a little louder than usual.


The next day went by without incident. Darren tried to get us to try
some beer. Delores tried a sip but said it didn't agree with her. I


Delores and I were in bed, preparing to go to sleep. Delores was
reading a book on new tax laws and I was skimming a technology magazine
someone from work had leant me. Darren had been out all day and we didn't
expect him home until late in the night, or even the next day.

His truck roared into the driveway right then. We heard the door get
slammed shut and a pair of voices, Darren's and a girl's. They seemed to
be giggling and slurring their words a lot.

"Shh. Shhh. You don't want to wake up my brother."

"Oooh. Is he as cute as you?"

"No. He's adopt... adoptt... He's adopted."


"Yeah, he and his wife are probably sleepin... So shhh!"

"Okay. I'll Shhh! Why are they sleeping? Shouldn't they be partyin?"

"Not my bro. He's a pussy..."

I sighed and Delores put a supportive hand on my arm.

"Biggest pussy in the world."

"Bigger than this?"


"That's a nice pussy, but it's not as big as my brother."

"Oh. You still want it."

"Of course I do. I love your pussy."

There was another opening and shutting of a door, presumably to Darren's

Delores turned to me.

"Bill, do you love my pussy?"

In the three years of our marriage I had never heard my wife say the
word "pussy". So this came as something of a shock to me. But I'm not an
idiot either.

"Of course."

"Then let's go."

She threw her book away and turned off the light. The sex we had that
night was more wild than anything we had done before. We could over hear
Darren and his partner as she shrieked her happiness. I'm not sure but I
think Delores was trying to drown them out. As she pounded her hips on my
penis she shouted her ecstasy. When it was over she collapsed onto my body
and kissed my chest a couple times before going to sleep.


The next morning Darren was hung over. He came into the kitchen only
for coffee and water.

"Good morning, Darren," Delores said cheerfully.

Darren grunted his assent.

"You seemed to have a good night, last night."

"Yeah. You guys too from what I heard."

"So where's your lady friend?"


"Oh. Sorry."

"'m not. Best kind of fuck. Gone in the mornin."

Darren want back upstairs to get over his hang over, leaving Delores and
I together alone.

"What was that about?" I asked.


"Your sudden intrest in Darren's sex life."

"Just curious about what's going on under our roof."


Nothing exciting happened at work. When I got home dinner was already
prepared and Delores was dressed in a shorty black dress. It hugged her
body and the hem cut off well above her knees. The neckline was low enough
that it showed off an ample amount of cleavage.

"Hi hon, dinner will be ready in a second."

"What's the occasion?"

"Nothing special."

"Where did you get that dress from?"

"Like it?" She did a quick twirl in it.

"Yeah, definately."

"I bought it today. I thought I might get some less conservative items
for special occasions."

And even though this contradicted what she said earlier, I let it go.

Darren bounded down the stairs, much more energetic than this morning.

"Hey bro. Look, sorry about last night, and this morning. I'm not on
my best when I've had a few too many."

"It's no problem, really." I wasn't really paying attention to him,
rather I focused my attentions on how sexy my wife looked in that dress.
It was a side of her I had never seen before.

Darren followed my gaze.

"Yeah, she looks hot doesn't she?"

I nodded dumbly.

"I saw that and I thought of her. I couldn't resist buying it for her."

I swear, that comment just flew past me.

"Dinner's ready," Delores sang.

We all sat down. Delores sat across from me, Darren next to both of us.
I spent most of dinner looking at what the dress revealed of my wife's

After we had finished she got up to clear the plates. When she picked
up Darren's I noticed she coughed a little, but then she excused herself.
Darren brought his hand from under the table, ran it over what was left on
his plate and licked his fingers.

"Great meal, Delores," he complimented.

"Thank you, Darren." N

"Can I get desert a little later? I think I'm a bit stuffed."

"Of course, dear."


Darren got up and left.

When she picked up my plate, Delores kissed me on the forehead.

"Your desert is coming later too, right before we go to bed."

At which point I noticed a trickle of liquid roll down my wife's thigh.

When she came back in for a second load of dishes she raised the hem of
her skirt ever so slightly and flashed her bare pussy at me. She hadn't
been wearing any underwear!




"Are you ready?"

I put down the magazine and looked up to where my wife was preparing to
make her grand entrance.


She walked into the bedroom dressed in red thong panties and a sheer red bra. red stockings went up her leg, ending at her thigh, held in place by
a red garter belt. To complete the red motif, a chocker was stretched
across her neck.

"Do you like?" she asked seductively.

"Yes," I agreed.

She gave me an inviting smile. Slowly she slinked over to the bed, and
began to crawl up it towards my awaiting body. Her fingers played
delightful games up the length of my thigh and then teased my penis gently.
Delores crawled up the length of my body, licking various body parts along
the way. Finally she kissed me.

She pushed up from my body so that she could straddle my chest. She
removed her bra to reveal her perfectly shaped breasts and then pulled my
hands towards them so I could play with them. As I did that she pushed her
panties to the side so that my penis could slide into her eager pussy. She
moaned loudly.

I don't know what it was but for some reason our sex seemed to get
better and better as the week progressed. The trend was not broken that
night. Before I described my wife as a woman possessed. This time it was
more like a woman possessed, exorcised, possessed again, and then made into
a horny slut.


At work some idiot mixed the wrong chemicals together and they had to
close down the lab. Most of us got sent home early.

When I opened the door I could see clothing strewn everywhere.
Obviously Darren had brought home another one of his conquests. She must
have been pretty slutty too, the dress on the couch with his sweatshirt was
a small black leather thing with barely enough material to cover the chest
region. By his jeans was a pair of black crotchless panties, and where his
boxers were was an empty condom wrapper.

I really hoped he cleaned all this stuff up before Delores got home.
For all I know he had done this all week, but I had never gotten home early
enough to find the evidence.

"That's it cunt!" I heard Darren shout from the guest room.

Suddenly I felt I shouldn't be in the house. I decided to retire to my
own room. Quiet as could be I climbed the stairs as Darren began shouting
more obsceneties at his partner.

"You're a fucking whore aren't you?! That's right slut! You love cock,
don't you?! You're just a cock whore!"

I shook my head.

"Who's cock whore are you?!"

"Yours Darren! I'm your cock whore!"

Okay, that was Delores' voice. I'd recognize it anywhere. I ran to the
guest room door and eased it open.

Delores was on the bed, on all fours, completely naked. Darren was
behind her, doing my wife doggy style, pumping his cock into her cunt like
a mad man.

"Yesss!" Delores moaned. "Give it to me!"

Which is when I shouted louder than every in my life.


They both stopped, and as if suddenly aware of my presence for the first
time, looked up.

Even if that was the loudest I've ever shouted, my wife screamed louder.

Almost at a dead heat she pitched forward, dislodging Darren's cock,
crawled off the bed, shot past me, and ran into our bedroom, slamming the
door behind her.

Darren was alone on the bed, naked.

"Hey bro."

I walked out of the room to disgust. When I tried to open my own
bedroom door I found it locked. I knocked.

"Go away!"

"What was that?"

"Go away!"

"I think we need to talk?!"

"About what?"

"Well adultery comes to mind."

There was a long silence. Finally my wife said, "I'll talk to you in
the kitchen in an hour."

An hour later my wife came down the stairs dressed in one of her long
skirts and high collared shirts, what Bill had called days earlier "nuns'
wear". Close behind her was Bill. They sat next to each other, across
from me.

"So what's going on?" I began. "Would someone possibly like to explain
why my wife is having sex with someone I begrudginly refer to as family?"

"Bill, Darren and I are sleeping together."

Well that shut me up.

"I'm sorry Bill, we didn't mean for it to happen but I needed excitement
in my life. Bill can provide that excitement in ways you can't. We've
been doing it for the past few days. I've been taking the days off and
fucking Bill."

"So you're leaving me?" I asked weakly.

"No, I still love you. But I also love fucking Darren. Here's what I
propose. I'll stay with you, as your wife. We'll go on living just as we
have, I'll still be your devoted wife, but whenever Darren wants to, we
will fuck. I'm going to be his fuck toy, at his beck and call
twenty-four/seven. You and I will still make love on Friday night, but
every other night I'm going to be with Darren. During the day, when you're
at work I'm going to be with Darren. Darren's going to pick my clothes
from now on so I can dress like the slut I truly am. I think you've seen
how that's going to look. From now on I belong to Darren."

I thought about this. "So when do I get you?"

"Any time Darren doesn't want to use me."

I thought about it. I gave it consideration. I could go back to my
life as if nothing had happened. Return to my perfect life as the perfect
husband to a perfect on the surface wife, who secretly was my
step-brother's sex slave. But as far as mom would know I was living the
American Dream, I would still be the perfect son to her.

Then my step-brother gave me one of his stupid shit-eating grins.

"Well, fuck that," I said.

I swear to god, both Delores and Darren stared at me as if I had just
told them I was Elvis.

"Bro..." Darren started, but I cut him off.

"No, don't fucking call me bro," I shouted angrily. "Just 'cause your
fucking father married my mom doesn't make you my fucking brother."

"Bill, why are you talking like this?" my wife asked timidly. "It's not
like you."

I turned to look at her. "Well it looks like the fucking floodgates are
open, doesn't it Delores? What, did you think I'd be happy sitting by
while my wife let's someone else bone her? My fucking step-brother on top
of everything, a guy she fucking knows I hate! That she thought I'd see
this as some fucking Wonderland and not a fucking insult! What kind of
fucking moron are you?!"

"Oh she fucks really good," Darren laughed.

I'm not really sure how I did it. I hadn't done something like it since
I was eight, but I grabbed Darren, threw him onto the table, pulled his arm
behind his back and broke it. The arm, not the back. It felt good.

I was Bill Underbrook again.

When I let him go Darren fell to the ground screaming about his arm.
Delores called an ambulance. I got a beer from the fridge. It didn't
taste as bad as I thought it would.

When the paramedics showed up Delores collaborated my story that Darren
ran into a wall while he was drunk. The beer I shoved down his throat
probably helped convince them. They left and I was alone with my wife.
And damned if she wasn't scared of me.

No reason she shouldn't be. Bill Underbrook was a scary guy.



"What are you going to do to me?"

I looked at her, all fear and guilt. "I don't know. You sure as hell
aren't the woman I married."

"I could be."

"No you couldn't. The second you started to want Darren's cock instead
of mine the woman I married ceased to exist. I don't know who you are now,
but I don't want to stay married to her. I'll talk to a lawyer tommorrow
about divorce."

"B-but I still love you," she cried.

"No," I told her calmly, Bill Underbrook was always calm, which was
probably why he scared so many people. "You loved the perfect, dull Bill
Leuter. But I think he's ceased to exist too. Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to bed."

That night I was awoken as Delores got into bed next to me. I think she
was purposely loud in order to awaken me.

"I'm sorry," she whispered eagerly in my ear. "Let me make it up to

Her hand began to massage my cock. It grew hard in her soft hands.

"Do you really want to do this?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said. "Make love to me."

I didn't. I fucked her. I got on top of her and shoved my cock into
her cunt. I abused her cunt for a while until I heard her start to moan. I
pulled out and pushed her body over. I spread her ass apart until I could
see her back hole. I slammed into it like there was no tommorrow. Delores
screamed in pain, but I just continued to dry fuck the anal passageway as
she wept in pain. Then I got bored with that. I pulled out and grabbed
her hair.

"Bill, what are you doing?" Delores asked between sobs.

"Suck it," I told her. "Taste your own shit."

I pushed her face into my rock hard cock. She didn't resist and I felt
my cock enter her moist, fuck hole of a mouth. Apparantly Darren had
taught her something because she sucked on my cock with such skill that I
shot my load in her mouth almost instantly. She swallowed it and tried to
pull away, I pushed her head back into my crotch.

"Don't stop until I tell you, bitch" I commanded. Her tongue brushed
against my shaft as she resumed her oral attention and soon I was hard once

I pushed her head away from me and she fell back on the bed. I dragged
her hips towards me and pushed my cock into her cunt again. This time I
went for slow, controlled strokes. It wasn't long before she was making
loud happy noises I had never heard from her before. She must have came at
least three times before I did. After I shot my load into her I pulled

"God, you've never been like this before," Delores panted.

Well of course not, I told myself. She's never fucked Bill Eastbrook

"Better than Darren?" I asked.

"Much better," she confirmed.

I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "But you shouldn't know

I got up, took my pillow and a blanket and went to sleep on the couch in
the living room. The next morning, when I woke up, Delores wasn't home. I
was about to call a lawyer when the phone rang. It was my mother.

"Bill, Delores is over at our house and she's crying. She says you want
to divorce her. And then we got a call from the hospital that Darren's arm
is broken and he says you did it. What's going on?"

I explained everything to her. Even about how the perfect life I had
been leading had been for her benefit and seemed to be over. She took it
pretty well. Then she put Ray on the phone. I could hear her yelling at
Delores in the background.


"Yeah Ray?"

"Sorry about what Darren did."

"Uh. Thanks."

"Rose tells me you're not going to be the perfect son anymore."

"Probably not."

"Can't say I blame you, after everything that's happened to you. Just
want you to know you always have a place in the family with your mother and
me. I don't know if you'll want to be a part of it with Darren, and you
coming to terms with your life before you were adopted, but there's a place
for you."

I can't help it. I like that man.

"Thanks Ray. I appreciate it."

"Bill?" It was my mother on another phone.

"Yeah ma?"

"Delores wants to talk to you."

I sighed. "Okay, put her on."

"Bill?" asked Delores between sobs.


"I'm sorry."

"I don't really care."

"Damn it Bill, you can't leave me?"

"Whay not?"

"I love you?"

"Should have thought of that before you messed around with Darren. Look
is this all you're going to talk about, because I need to call a lawyer."



"Okay, okay just hear me out. You're not who you used to be, right?"

"Right, so?"

"And you say I'm not the woman you married, right?"


"Well, why can't we start over as two new people?"

I wanted to tell her, but for the life of me I couldn't come up with an


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