Tiny Tim

Anyway, the bottom line is that I’m financially set, since my hourly wage tripled after Bill found out just how desperate companies really are to get their IT working again without having to disclose a ransomware infection. Which, of course, doesn’t stop us from continuously cleaning the cash, even though that turned out a little different than we had planned.

Since Ava called me out on my promise to not throw her out, she moved back into the house the day after we had our little fuckfest with Mom. Without Ava there, Maggie decided that she, too, would rather stay with her parents. In search of a solution, I talked to Bill, who pointed me towards some trustworthy social workers he knew. We made a quick deal: If they knew kids like me, who needed to get out of their homes fast, they’d get to stay in one of the rooms in the condo for free, provided there were no drugs brought in or parties held in it. Officially, though, I paid their rent in cash. In addition to the rent we paid in cash for Mom’s house and the grandparent’s house, and the still ongoing funneling through my developer pages, AND monthly cash deposits from the four of us ... we’ll have all the cash cleaned in another five years!

So, even though Mom doesn’t have to work anymore, and I could and would happily provide for her, she insists on making use of the degree I paid for. After she left college, she found a new job fairly quickly as a paralegal in some law firm.

She, under Danny’s professional guidance, is still trying to get Logan to turn a new leaf whenever he shows up, though that doesn’t happen nearly as often anymore since nobody wants to let him anywhere near their panties. Everyone other than Mom in the family has pretty much joined my camp and wants nothing to do with him anymore. Maggie grew tired of being treated like a booty call, while the grandparents got pissed when he neglected to mention that he flunked out of college in sophomore year, so he could keep taking money from their college fund. John and Danny help Claire in her quest, but don’t see much hope unless he hits rock bottom for some reason and is forced to acknowledge his own shortcomings.

I don’t blame Mom for trying. Quite the opposite, actually, since my position is still the same. Logan is her son, she should care, as long as she doesn’t enable him. If there’s a chance they could make him correct his behavior, I’m not gonna stop them from trying. But I also don’t help her, since my position regarding that hasn’t changed either.

I’m also still trying to work out the kinks in my relationship with my extended family. To this day, I still don’t feel like attending any of their orgies. Though, truthfully, it’s hard to even call them that anymore, since Mom and Ava are apparently satisfied with me alone and don’t attend them either. Aaron and Logan are naturally no longer invited, and the grandparents are getting on in their years. So, it’s really just John and Danny having occasional fun with their daughter.

Now, I have absolutely zero interest in Maggie, since she is STILL the same superficial bitch she has always been. Why would I waste my time on her, if I can have all the loving and caring sex I could ever wish for from Mia, Mom and Ava? I have no interest in Danny either, because she’s still the psychologist who fucked my family while ignoring my suffering. She did redeem herself to some extent by helping Mom fix our relationship, but that’s where it ends. My negative impression of her is still too strong to desire her in any capacity. And I have no interest in John because ... well, I just don’t swing that way.

What else ... ah, yeah, Aaron! The reason he gave Mom my child support in one big check, while paying her alimony in monthly installments, was not the size of his bank account. He could have paid her off after he got his half of the house sale. No, he wanted to use the monthly check as an excuse for monthly meetings, to keep working his way back into her favor. Sneaky bastard!

Didn’t work, of course. After he finally realized that he had forfeit any chance of that when he told her how I was dead to him, he tried to backpedal on that one. Suddenly, he did want to hear about me, and even feigned interest in getting to know me again. That blew up in his face spectacularly when Mom overheard his muttered curses at me after dropping me off at home again. She blew up in his face! None of us ever saw her that angry before, as she mercilessly berated him for using one of their children in that way. The neighbors even thought about calling the cops. Luckily, he ran before she could get physical, and finally ceased his doomed attempts.

After that, Mom found another highly effective way to get me off: She now likes to sit me down, wrap her tits around my cock to massage it, tell me how I successfully stole her from my father, and then alternate between sucking me off and listing all the aspects in which I surpassed my father. It’s fucking glorious, really.