A Freeuse Christmas: Freeuse Stories

Tyler didn’t notice his father standing in the doorway until the older man screamed. He pulled off his headphones, “Geez, dad, what is it?”

“I was asking if you had a minute to talk,” Gene said. Without waiting for an answer, he walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Gene shuffled on the spot for a few seconds, coming close to shoving his hands in his pockets and whistling.

“I mean, sure,” Tyler said. He pulled off the headset and dropped his game remote. “What’s up?”

His father began to walk around the room, picking up odd things and looking at them. “You know, I thought you took more of this stuff with you when you moved out. Can’t say I’ve come in here much while you’ve been at school.”

“Be a little weird if you did. Frankly it’s a little weird now. Last time you did this, you got a divorce. Is that happening again? Cause you’ve only been with Rita like six months.”

His father’s cheeks flushed red. “No. Quite the opposite, really. Rita’s daughter, Candice, is coming to the Christmas party on Saturday. In the meantime, she’s going to be staying with us.” His father finished speaking as though he’d announced a comet would hit the world in a few hours.

“Ok? I met her at the wedding. Do you want to give her my room or something? I don’t mind bunking on the couch.”

“No, no. She’ll be taking our room,” his father answered. “You two will have the house to yourselves for most of the week. Rita and I are heading up to Chicago. I have a few meetings, and Rita wants to meet friends to shop, so we’re getting a hotel. The thing is, Tyler, is that…well, about three months ago, Candice signed up to be a Freeuse Volunteer at Iowa State.”

The words hung in the air for a moment as comprehension washed over Tyler. His memory of Candice caught up quickly. She was a year or two older than him, with a runner’s lean body, and no real prospects. Unlike Tyler, who’d spent his short life exceeding expectation, by what he’d heard from Rita about her daughter, Candice had been an all around disappointment. It was, therefore, a huge surprise to know that Candice had been accepted into the FV program. Not to mention, the prospect of spending a week in the house with a FV put Tyler on edge.

“Oh,” he said.

His father continued to shuffle his feet. “Now, I haven’t pried about how they work at your school —”

“And there’s really no reason to start,” Tyler said quickly.

“ — but laws aside, she’s technically family.”

“Well, step-family.”

“She’s my wife’s daughter,” Gene said with sudden intensity.

“That’s how step-family works,” Tyler said with a grin. It vanished as he saw the scowl on his father’s face. “Dad, did you come in here to tell me not to have sex with Candice?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” his father said. “The thing is…Rita wouldn’t let me get her a room at a hotel for the week. I’m sure you know enough to have seen the effects of the FV drugs. Apparently Candice has been…affected. Rita doesn’t seem to think it’s a big deal. I don’t mind saying that it makes me a little bit uncomfortable. But this is going to be a normal family Christmas with normal family interactions. Understood?”

Tyler cleared his throat. “Sure, no problem.” He opened his mouth, but the color had drained out of his father’s face as he walked to the door. Tyler thought to say, I’ll be good, but she’s not related to you either. And you can’t hide in Chicago the whole holiday season. Gene had been less than comfortable with the FV program as far back as Tyler could remember. Tyler was told often and with great enthusiasm that Gene was thankful to have a son and not a daughter in the modern world. Tyler realized fairly quickly that this wasn’t a new thing for parents to say at all.

“We’re leaving tomorrow morning. Candice will be here around noon assuming she’s not…delayed. You will see that she gets settled and then give her some privacy.” Gene didn’t wait for a further discussion. He left the room and shut the door behind him.

Tyler returned to his game. His school hadn’t gone to full FV access, yet. It was still restricted to medical referral. Even if that wasn’t a hard hurdle to jump, Tyler hadn’t bothered. He’d run into a few of the non-school affiliated women from time to time, but only ever took one up on her offer twice. Well, that’s not to say it was an offer and acceptance sort of scenario. They were simply there. Once they got into the swing of things at a party, they didn’t even notice when the dicks in them changed. For all the strife and drama of college dating, freeuse girls terrified Tyler with their simplicity. So he, and a surprising number of other young men, avoided the issue altogether.

As such, he didn’t think living a week with Candice would be that difficult.

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When noon of the next day came and went, Tyler began to feel anxious. The last thing he wanted to do was report to his father that Candice hadn’t shown up. Because it would likely mean he’d have to go find her. The odds of finding a traveling freeuse girl anywhere other than the middle of a gangbang was unlikely.

Fortunately, it didn’t come to that. A little after one, a cab pulled up in front of the house and Candice hopped out. Tyler watched her from the window as she pulled down her coat and shirt after flashing the driver. He ducked out of the way, having not seen anything other than her lower back. Thoughts filled his head of asking her to strip down and suck him off the second she walked in the door. His dick swelled from the mere thought, but a jolt of panic settled him down when the doorbell rang.

When he last saw Candice, she’d been attractive and alluring in her bridesmaid dress. At the time, Tyler didn’t give her much mind as he was sneaking drinks from the bar and generally avoiding his relatives. If he’d been pressed, he would have agreed to looking at her butt a few times. The woman who stood on the front stoop was not one that could simply be casually observed. Everything about her demanded rapt attention and all the blood flow which could be spared to process her gorgeous, fulsome body.

Tyler struggled with this as he stood in the open doorway. Candice smiled and put her hand on his chest, gently nudging him back into the house. “It’s freezing out,” she said. Candice dropped her bag on the ground and sized up her host. “You put on the freshman fifteen.”

“So did you,” he mumbled in response. His eyes locked onto the stretched shirt barely hidden beneath a winter coat. As Candice removed the outer garment, Tyler actively thought to keep his mouth from drooping open. Still, he was only human, “Holy shit.”

“What? My mom hasn’t shown you pictures?” Candice said. “Go ahead, take it all in.” She turned to the side and wiggled her hips.

The effects of FV drugs had been studied for fifty years, but no researcher seemed closer to identifying why it affected some women one way and other women in a different way. Most waved it off as “probably genetics” before scurrying away from whoever asked them questions. In Candice’s case, she fell in the official designation as “hyper”. She’d grown a few inches to help keep things balanced, but still her proportions looked near painful.

Tyler judged her breasts to be roughly the size of his own head. They squashed together in a ludicrously tight red and green Christmas tree shirt. Beneath that, her waist tapered to the size it had always been, a lean and fit feature on an otherwise plush body. Her hips and ass looked wide enough to keep Tyler’s fingertips from touching if he tried to wrap his arms around them, which he very much wanted to do. Yet, the most bizarre feeling of all radiated from Candice’s entire body. It was like she’d been magnetized to draw in every eye and wandering hand. Her body yearned to be touched, even subdued under her clothing. Tyler knew from stories that if she stripped, he wouldn’t stand a chance at resisting her. “Uh, no,” he said. “No pictures.”

“I can give you some if you like,” Candice said with a smirk. “C’mon, show me around. It’s been a long day already. I could use a shower.”

“Right, c’mon. You’re staying in dad’s room.”

He led her into the house, pointing out the various rooms in a mechanical monotone. The last time she’d visited, she hadn’t seen more than the front room and kitchen. It wasn’t a massive house, but it did have its quirks. Tyler did his best to remain aloof. Once he’d put her into her room for the week, he shut her inside and went to his room. As soon as he closed the door, his hand moved to his cock. He’d not been terribly aware of the erection, but a single squeeze was enough to push him near the edge. Still, he resisted. He went to his small bathroom and splashed some water on his face. With that done, he went out to the kitchen, pausing to listen to the sound of the shower turn on in the master bath.

Tyler figured he had two options. Either let his cock make the decisions, or make his cock unable to work. As he’d made a promise and couldn’t find any scenario where fucking Candice wouldn’t cause some awkwardness down the road, he chose the later. Bringing out a bottle of bourbon, he poured a full glass and drank half before he nearly gagged. The hot liquid sloshed in his belly as he sat down at the breakfast table. He hung his head and waited for the booze to take effect.

By the time Candice found him in the kitchen, he’d added an ice cube and refilled the glass. “What’cha doin step-bro?” she asked with a wide grin. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer, opening cabinets until she found a glass. She grabbed some ice and settled down to pour her own as Tyler gawked at her. “You seem to be handling things pretty well,” she said.

His head swirled. She’d put on a loose, relatively, shirt and a pair of plain gray pajama bottoms, which stretched over her voluptuous curves. Tyler wasn’t certain, but the scent of vanilla seemed to waft off her in big waves. “It’s a lot to take in, honestly.”

Candice laughed. “You wouldn’t believe how freaked out I was when this all happened. They warn you about it, but not about how quick it is. Literally two days from bean pole to ancient Mesopotamian fertility goddess.”

Tyler raised his head to look at her. Mistake, he thought. He’d hoped she’d look worse. Instead, the soft light glimmered on her skin, giving her an inner glow. The problem, Tyler thought, is that she used to be attractive. Standoffish. Resting bitch face. Now though. She looked anything but. The glow from the light belied some new inner warmth that seemed to say, “Rest your head between my tits while I jerk you off and take away all your worries.”

“Why’d you decide to apply?” he asked, feeling it better to discuss the five hundred pound gorilla than to ignore it.

“Same reason any twenty year old girl does, I guess,” Candice answered while swirling her finger around the ice cube. “Didn’t have much else going on. Like, I couldn’t get into college, even with my grades. Did you know there’s this whole conspiracy that the only reason the Education Surplus Bill passed was to clear the road for Freeuse? Like, they wanted to limit the number of people going to college to force young women into seeing FV as a viable path.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Tyler said. “It’s harder to be a FV than get into school.”

“Not harder, just more exclusive. All about genetic profile and stuff, in case you get lottery drawn into the baby making thing.”

“That’s real? I thought it was just something people said to avoid child support. Not sure how it worked, really.”

“Sure, it’s real. Not likely for me to get called. And god, I hope I don’t. Can you imagine the size of my titties if they had to make milk, too?”

Tyler gulped. His hand wobbled as he sipped his drink. “Anyway, back to what made you sign up? Is it only cause you couldn’t get a job? Like running off to be a stripper in the old days?”

Candice stuck out her bottom lip in mock thought. “No, I don’t think so. I had a job, actually. Secretary for this trucking shop. It was just so boring. Sitting at a desk all day every day listening to trucker chatter. It’s mostly them telling each other where to stop or announcing that they’re turning off autodrive. I wanted something more fun, so I applied on a whim one night. I was surprised when I actually got picked.”

“One fifth of a percent of applicants get in,” Tyler said.

“Lucky me,” she stretched out her arms and gave her tits a jiggle. Tyler could see her nipples dragging back and forth in the shirt. It sent a small bit of bourbon down his windpipe and led to a full minute of coughing. Candice waited patiently. She bit her lip and shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she watched him. “You good?”

“Yeah, sorry. Say, uh, we should probably talk about something else.”

Candice nodded, but said, “Yeah, you’re right. Except, sex is pretty much all I think about any more. It’s weird, really. When it first started, I thought that this was how guys lived. You know people say how guys think about sex every seven seconds or whatever. I figured I was getting a taste of that. Now I’m not so sure. Everything, comes with a thought about sex. Get a cab to here? Fuck the driver. Take a shower, play with my pussy. Go to the kitchen, rub myself while Tyler watches.” Her cheeks reddened. “Oh, fuck, sorry. That’s the kind of thing I’m not supposed to say.”

Most of the color had drained out of Tyler’s face as most of the blood in his body rushed to his dick. “Why’d you say it? Were you actually thinking that? Would you do it?”

Candice shifted in her seat, taking a big gulp of her liquor. “I was trying to make a point. That’s the thing. Sex just injects itself into every thought. It doesn’t even matter that it’s you, no offense. It’s just any cock or pussy near me is fair game. Imagine a cupcake, ok? Go with me here. There’s a cupcake at home while you’re at school. Now all you think about for the whole day is getting home and eating that cupcake. Every time you stop to think, you remember it and imagine tasting it the second you walk in the door. It’s like that, but fucking or getting fucked or licked or sucking someone off…is the cupcake.”

“Sure sure sure,” Tyler said. The booze clearly wasn’t working. He didn’t think his cock had ever ached so much in his life.

“The thing is…I made a promise. Otherwise, Mom wouldn’t let me come for Christmas.”

Slow wheels turned in Tyler’s head. The alcohol wasn’t working to dissuade his libido, but it was gumming up the works of higher thought levels. A combination of which he fully realized the danger. “Rita made you promise? Fucking hell, my dad made me promise not to fuck you.” He tried to actively bite his tongue as he said it. The words seemed to hover between them for a long time. His eyes drifted down to her pert nipples, while her teeth grinded along her lower lip.

They both laughed. The tension eased out of the room until the laughter stopped, and then it came rushing back in like the tide. “Yeah,” she said. “It was this whole speech about not bringing your work home with you. ‘Don’t ruin Christmas by trying to fuck your step-brother.’ Except I don’t think it was you she was the most worried about.”

The red in his cheeks bloomed anew. “Oh, shit. You’d fuck my dad?!”

She giggled. “If he asked me, yeah. That’s how it works, you know. Which is what I told mom. I can’t really promise anything. Occasionally, I see guys or girls I want to fuck slightly more than someone else. But mostly I see everyone as fuckable. It’s weird. Some of the nerdy guys that come in the clinic at school are the kind who I wouldn’t have given a second glance. Or worse, the kind I would have told to fuck off on principle. Now, I don’t see them like that. They’re just horny and needing a place to dump their load, which isn’t any different from some of the more conventionally attractive types. Plenty of those come in, too.”

Tyler wasn’t listening. Her reminder of how a FV worked had greased the clogged gears of his mind. All it would take was a few words, and she’d be naked on the table with her pussy waving back and forth in the air. “But your mom’s been so proud of you being picked as a FV,” he said, trying to chase away the lusty thoughts.

“Yeah. It’s a big deal. Stipend is no joke either. I don’t really blame her for not wanting me to fuck Gene. Or you, I guess. It’s weird how she can have such old fashioned ideas. Like there’s not a line of corporate sponsored pussies and dicks waiting for Gene to sit on them.” She noticed the wince on Tyler’s face. “Oh, sorry. Really, I forget that even I’m extreme in my open mindedness. It’s the chemicals. They break down sexual inhibitions and taboos and pretty much anything that isn’t unsafe.”

“Doesn’t that make you…horny all the time?”

Candice shrugged. “Oh definitely. I’m wet literally every second of every day.”

“Can I see?” Tyler doubted anything could have stopped him from saying it. Even with everything he knew about freeuse girls, he never expected to see Candice immediately stand up, hook her thumbs into the waistband of the pajamas, and yank them down. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and Tyler was immediately staring at his step-sister’s bald pussy. Her hand went to it, rubbing gently as she pulled apart the puffy lips to show a glisten of dewy arousal. “Oh…fuck.”

“Looks even better like this,” Candice said, turning around and bending over. From the new angle, Tyler was treated to a full view of her split peach and the tremendous wobble of her ass. She didn’t linger in the position, resuming her seat without dressing. “Ugh, that’s better at least. Clothes itch. Tell me to get my titties out. As long as you’re doing it, I’m not breaking a promise, right?”

Tyler nodded. “Yeah, and all I did was promise not to fuck you. Doesn’t mean I can’t look. Go ahead, take off your clothes.”

With a happy sigh, Candice pulled the remainder of her clothes. She settled down across the table from Tyler completely naked and exuding a pleasant serenity. “So much better. I think that’s the longest I’ve gone wearing clothes in months. Well, I was naked in the shower. Not the best hot water by the way.”

“Takes a while to warm up,” Tyler said.

“I don’t,” Candice added. “Bah, fuck. Dumb banter is a habit. So are we getting drunk here or somewhere that my ass might be a little warmer.”

She hopped up and headed toward the living room. Tyler followed, leaving his drink behind, too mesmerized by the sway of her naked ass. Candice sat down on the couch and spread her legs, her fingers idly caressing near her pussy lips. Tyler’s cock ached in his shorts as he took a seat opposite her. It wasn’t altogether uncommon to see such lurid displays of sexuality. Freeuse girls weren’t common, but they tended to stand out in a crowd. While the male versions pretty much never wore a shirt, it was fairly rare to see them without bottoms due to the general hazards of the world not working well with exposed penises. Women, on the other hand, could manage it better from a more practical standpoint.

This didn’t feel like those public displays of sex and nudity which had become so commonplace. This felt intimate and extremely unusual. For one, Tyler had known Candice before she’d become freeuse. And, the more obvious hurdle, he’d explicitly promised not to take up his step-sister on her vocational offer. A promise that became more tedious by the second.

“You haven’t passed out,” Candice said. “I don’t know whether to be insulted or impressed. Watching your step-sister play with her pussy can’t be easy. I’ll try to stop.” She sounded genuinely concerned. She closed her legs and let her hands move up to her breasts where they stroked and squeezed and pinched with no seeming pattern or goal. “Wanna put on a movie or something?”

Tyler didn’t answer. He grabbed the remote off the side table and turned on the television. Welcoming the distraction, he focused on scrolling through the streaming options until he landed on some cooking show that got a squeak of approval from Candice. He turned it on, looked around for his drink, and gave up when his eyes drew once again to the naked woman reclined on the couch nearby. Insane. This is insane. The world is insane. My dick might actually cum in my pants. New rationalizations clicked into place. “You know, I only promised I wouldn’t fuck you,” he said. “Fucking requires like…dick in pussy, right?”

Candice’s attention remained on the cooking show. “Uh, I’d count titty-fucking and obviously ass-fucking. Those are clearly fucking. I get your point though.” Her eyes cut to the side. “You want to jerk it while I shake my ass for you?”

Tyler could only nod. Without waiting for further instruction, Candice crawled forward on the couch, leaning her body against the armrest as she angled her ass up for him. Tyler nervously shuffled over to the opposite end of the couch and tugged down his shorts. His dick sprang free, leaving a small trail of precum to his boxers. Candice didn’t look back at him or acknowledge him any further. “They edit these for drama. Wish they’d stop doing that,” she said, more to herself than Tyler. He didn’t hear her at all. His eyes focused on the glistening slit and the occasional glimpses of the pink asshole of his step-sister as she shifted her weight back and forth.

“Touching,” Tyler said. “Touching isn’t fucking, right?”

“Right.”

His hand shot out and squeezed her ass. He felt the thrum of excitement reverberate through her, but otherwise she remained uninterested in his advances. His fingers kneaded into her soft flesh. Tentatively, he pulled her ass out, giving him a full, glorious view of her pussy. His other hand moved up and down his dick with a slow rhythm, a smear of precum lubricating his hand. Looking forward from her ass was difficult, but he did enjoy the sight of her big tits squashed against the armrest. Candice had her hands folded and chin resting on them as she kept her eyes on the television. After a few seconds, she sat up suddenly to grab her drink and take a swig, giving Tyler a wink as she wiggled for him.

It emboldened him further. As she leaned back down, his fingers probed lower until they nudged against her pussy lips. Her legs widened instinctively, and Tyler slid his fingers into her juicy pussy. He groaned as a wild heat surrounded his fingers. Candice didn’t react any further than saying, “Oh wow, that’s such a cool design” in reference to a cake. Tyler moved in and out of her, matching the rhythm with the stroking of his own dick. Eventually Candice did turn to look at him, “I think you’ve drifted into a type of fucking.”

Tyler’s head drooped forward, the lust and alcohol swirling to an agreement. “In for a penny, in for a pound,” he said. With a smooth movement, he positioned himself behind her, and slid his cock in to the root. Candice sighed in contentment as Tyler groaned. The heat and grip of her pussy overwhelmed him for a full ten seconds before he could do anything else. His hands closed around her plush hips. He thrust into her at a slow, delicate pace. Nothing in the world mattered in those moments other than the feel of her body pressing back against his and the wet slurp of his cock sliding into her. He built speed, smacking into her ass with harder and harder thrusts. As his orgasm neared, he craned his body forward, curving his against Candice’s massive rump before shoving himself as deep as he could and abruptly panicking.

He jerked back, cock sliding out of her pussy right as his first squirt of cum shot. It splattered across her outer lips and instinct kicked in enough for him to thrust forward again, sliding his dick between her ass cheeks. The friction sent a trill of pleasure through him, and the next rope of cum shot across her back. Looking down to see his own cock wedged between her buttcheeks as he came a small pond on her lower back caused the remaining blood to drain from his brain and a wave of lightheadedness to wash over him. He teetered back and landed on his bare ass on the opposite end of the sofa, giving him one last glimpse of his cum running down Candice’s ass.

“Well, seems like that our promises didn’t work out,” she said. “Mind cleaning me up a little? Don’t want to get your splooge all over the couch.” Numbly, Tyler grabbed a nearby blanket and wiped his cum off her. He remembered a few seconds later to stuff his cock back in his shorts. Once free of his load, Candice relaxed on the couch. “Could you rewind this a little bit? Missed some once you got going.”

Tyler handed her the remote. “We keep this a secret right?”

“If you want. This is pretty much how I expected it to go. My body is made to fuck, and to make other people want to fuck it. You held out longer than most do. Figured you’d have me on my knees the second I walked in the door. Now you’ve had your taste though, so I expect you to take full advantage. I’ve gotten quite fond of sucking a dick first thing in the morning.”

Tyler smirked, “Merry Christmas?”