Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2019 22:57:41 +0800
From: Fist Bump <supbrodie101@gmail.com>
Subject: Foster slut chapter 10

Chapter 10


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When morning came I woke up alone in bed. It didn't surprise me, I
understand that Mark had to leave my room in order to avoid suspicion from
Julie. I stretched my body, loving the ache and sore I was feeling. My hole
burned a little, but it was a good kind of pain. It reminded me of good
memories from last night. I smiled from the thought. I could still smell
Mark on me, understandably from the way he held me all night.


I was in a good mood as I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
A few minutes later, feeling fresh and energized, I went downstairs to
search for breakfast. As I walked I heard the sounds of Julie and Mark
talking. When I reached them I was greeted by Julie. "Good morning, honey."
She said with a loving smile. "Sleep well?" I turned to the table where
breakfast was laid out and took a seat. "I did. Very much." I said as I
glanced at Mark who was looking at me as he sipped his coffee. He had a
twinkle in his eyes and his lips had a ghost of a smile. I had to bite my
lip to stop myself from smiling as well. "Lucas, there's something I want
to tell you." Julie said. The tone of her voice immediately made me look at
her. Worries and fears immediately rushed through my brain. Am I in
trouble? But she held my hand over the table and smiled lovingly to me. "I
just wanna say that you've been such a delight since the moment you came to
our lives. Not just to me, but also to Mark. Since we took you, I could see
the change you brought into our lives. When it was just Mark and I, there
was no color in this house," she said as she looked at Mark regretfully and
took his hand with her other hand. "He was very lonely, and it pained me so
much that I couldn't do anything. But then you came along, and he changed."
She said with a bright smile to Mark. "All I'm saying is, now I realize
that taking you was the best decision of my life. So thank you, Lucas." She
said with a smile and a gentle squeeze on my hand. "Anyway, you probably
don't know about this, but when we adopted you, the foster system said that
we have what they call a test week. Basically, it means that if you feel
that you don't like us during your first week in our house, you can still
cancel everything in the adoption process. And the same goes with us."
After that Julie grabbed a pile of papers from the end of the table and
brought them towards me. "Here are those papers, Lucas. Since you've
already been with us for a week, now we have to sign this document to
finalize everything," she looked at Mark with a questioning look and I saw
Mark nod at Julie with a smile. Then she turned back to me with a bright
smile. "We signed it, Lucas. We signed it this morning. I meant what I said
earlier, you've been the greatest gift to us and we want you to be
officially ours."


Oh, wow. I sat there open-mouthed looking at the papers as Julie pushed
them towards me and I saw both their names at the bottom with both their
signatures. Wow, it really is official. I looked up again at Julie and
Mark, who were both watching me, smiling brightly. I could feel the tears
start welling up in my eyes. But no, I've cried enough, and I refuse to
douse this moment with tears. I sniffed and shook myself. "Oh, god. No, I'm
not going to cry." I laughed to fight off the tears. Which made both of
them chuckle. I stood up and went to where they were sitting and pulled
them both into a hug. I closed my eyes as I pulled them tighter and closer
to me. "Thank you. Really. From the bottom of my heart, thank you." I said
solemnly. When we broke apart we were all smiles.


"Right, there's another thing." Mark suddenly said. I frowned, thinking
there must be something wrong, but the brightful twinkle in his eyes told
me it's probably something good. "To celebrate, Julie suggested I take a
couple of days off work so we can go somewhere just you and me." Julie
grinned along with Mark. "It will be next weekend, a buddy recommended a
camping ground about three hours from the city. We will bring a tent and
some supplies, we will play catch, we'll drink beers, we'll have fun! Plus,
it's also right beside a lake, so we can swim and go fishing. Ain't that
fun?" Mark asked gleefully. His bright smile was contagious, I found myself
grinning as well. "That's sounds awesome." I gave him a small hug as Julie
smiled at us while she gathered the plates and started clearing the table.
She looked at the clock and realized the time. "Oh! I gotta get ready!" She
exclaimed. She started to scramble and move from the table to the sink.
"Lucas, are you gonna be okay for today?" She asked. It was Saturday, and I
had no school with Rachel. That means I have the entire house to myself
today. It's  nice to see that she's concerned for me. "There's food in the
fridge if you get hungry, and there's also money in the counter if you
decide to order something." She spoke continuously, rattling off orders,
asking me to wash the dishes and clean up a bit in the living room if I
could. She commanded control, in a motherly sort of way. I found myself
smiling. I told her to not worry about me and that I am on it. She smiled
back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She then turned to Mark. "Oh and
honey? We're understaffed at the hospital today so I might come home late
tonight. Will you take care of dinner?" Mark smiled. He nodded and agreed
then she gave him a kiss too before she sauntered upstairs to their room.
When she left I was suddenly reminded that I was now alone with Mark. The
first time since last night. I tensed, thinking about how awkward it would
be. For all I know, Mark could forget all the things he said last night now
that Julie's gone and just pretend that nothing happened between us. He may
have been smiling and laughing with Julie but who knows how he will be when
it's just the two of us? What if he had decided to block the memory of last
night? Maybe that's why he was all smiles this morning, he's acting like
nothing happened. I looked down, trying to tamp down the nerves I was
feeling. I was starting to mildly panic, I didn't know how to talk to him
now. Why isn't he talking to me? Have I ruined everything? This is Mark,
the man I've grown to love, and now I can't even look at him. I wanted him
to speak first, to let him tell me how last night was a big mistake, how it
could never happen again. All of those things. And of course, he would
start avoiding me, because now all he wants to do is to block that memory.
That memory of last night. That memory of us.


"Stop overthinking." Mark broke my thoughts with his firm tone. "I can see
you panicking," I glanced up to see him smirking at me. He was still seated
a few feet away from me. After a quick glance upstairs and listening to the
shower run, he turned back to me and opened his arms to beckon me. "Come
here." My feet seemed to have moved on its own. I stood from my seat,
walked towards him until I was right in front of him looking down. He was
looking up at me, with a twinkle in his eyes and a curl on his lips. He's
never looked sexier. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and pulled me down to
his lap. I plopped down on his thighs and his hardening cock pressed
against mine. Then he grabbed the back of my neck and claimed my lips. I
flailed for a bit, surprised for a second. I grabbed hold of his shoulders
while he devoured my mouth with an intense kiss. I felt his tongue caress
mine, and moments later he sucked it into his mouth. I moaned loudly in his
mouth, which made him groan in return. It was a deep, demanding kiss.
Mark's hold was rough and it filled my body with more and more heat. "Oh,
Mark." I whimpered as he rutted against me. He had his other hand on my
ass, pulling me closer as he ground his hips against mine. I could feel his
hard cock beneath the layer of pants he wore. I just know that in that
moment we looked shameless and depraved, rutting against each other. But I
couldn't care less, and I know Mark couldn't as well. The kiss never
stopped, Mark kissed, sucked, and licked my lips and tongue unwaveringly.
He was hungry, no doubt. It made me so hot. My cock leaked in my shorts. He
pulled away for a second and took a breath. "Damn it, Lucas. You taste so
good. I have half a mind not going to work and just staying here tasting
you." He said as he stared and traced a finger on my swollen lips. My cock
twitched in my pants, obviously liking what was just said. "But I have to
go to work." He scrunched up his nose for effect as if the idea disgusted
him. I chuckled softly, before pulling away and standing up. I knew if I
stayed on his lap then there will be no stopping. I took a couple of steps
back to give him space. "I think Julie's done in the shower." He said. I
listened for a few seconds before I nodded. The bathroom was silent which
meant Julie was finished. "Yeah, I think so too." Mark smiled before he
stood up from his seat and walked towards me to give me a quick kiss. "By
the way, what do you want for dinner tonight?" He asked. He was again right
in front of me, his hard on looking obscene in the thin layer of pants he
wore. I suddenly knew the answer to his question. With a smile, I grabbed
his cock and looked up at him. "This. I want this." I said, with a squeeze
on his dick for emphasis. He drew a short breath, then he grinned and
gently pulled my hand away from his cock to his lips to press a kiss. "You
can have it," Then he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. And with a
cocky smirk, he snaked a hand in between my ass and through my shorts, he
pressed a finger at my pucker. "As long as I get this." I half-gasped
half-whimpered from the pleasure. Mark just continued smirking at me. "That
a yes?" He asked. Pressing at my hole again. I looked up at his green eyes,
loss for words for a couple moments, before I stuttered a reply. "Y- uhhh..
y-yes.." The corner of his lips curled up higher. "Good." Then as he looked
down on me, I saw his eyes point to my open lips then back to my eyes.
Never breaking eye contact, he slowly leaned down and licked my mouth ever
so gently. From my chin, to my bottom and then top lip, then to the tip of
my nose. His bright green eyes never left mine, and I felt transfixed.
Hypnotized. Tranced. Then just like that he pulled away and stepped back.
"Can't wait." He said, his cocky smirk back on. Lastly, he winked, before
turning around and making his way upstairs to shower. As he went I think I
even heard him chuckling under his breath. The bastard. He knew he got me.


Thirty minutes later I was alone in the house. Mark and Julie had just
left, and I found myself in the middle of the first floor, within view of
the untidy couch in the living room, the dusty surface of the TV set, the
askewed center table, the unwashed dishes in the kitchen counter, the used
plates on the dining table, and the hamper by the door to the basement full
of dirty clothes. It was from a pile Julie had planned on washing but was
not able to because she got busy. So it just sat there by the door. I took
a deep breath, taking in everything. As I looked around the empty, silent
house, I felt my spirits lifted. Because however messy and untidy it was,
as of this morning, I was to think of it as my forever home. I laughed
heartily, finding humor in the fact that I've never felt more excited to do
chores around here. I know teenagers around my age typically hate doing
chores. And here I am, all giddy and excited to start. If only those kids
knew how lucky they were to begin with, having a permanent house to do
chores in, being obligated to wash the dishes after a fulfilling breakfast,
because a lot of kids don't even get to experience the bare minimum. Some
kids don't even have a house to call "home". Some kids don't even get a
chance to eat. I, for one, still count myself lucky that even though my
previous foster homes haven't been so pleasant, I still got to eat. Unlike
other kids out of the foster system who had to rough it out on the streets.


Determined to make it right by Mark and Julie, I grabbed a broom and went
on my merry way to the kitchen to start on my chores. I swept the floor of
the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room. After that I washed the
dishes and the pots and pans Julie used to cook breakfast. I also cleaned
the stove and I wiped the kitchen counter and the fridge. I didn't move on
to the dining table until everything was spotless and gleaming. I cleaned
the dining table, wiping the surface until it too, was gleaming. Then I
grabbed the flower vase in the middle of the table and brought it to the
sink to throw the water out and replace it with fresh water. I tucked all
the chairs neatly beneath the table, and once that was done I moved on the
living room. I vacuumed the carpet to bring back its original color, and
with the portable vacuum I found in one of the cabinets, I did the same to
the couches. I fluffed the pillows, aligned them so they looked pretty on
the couch, and proceeded to wipe the big glass center table in the middle
of the couches until it looked shiny and clear. I dusted off the
entertainment set, the TV, the speakers, and the PlayStation, which I
didn't even see until now. I reminded myself to ask Mark if he wanted to
play with me some time. Once everything in the living room was shining and
free of dust, I took that hamper of dirty clothes and went to the basement
to start the laundry machine. I went back upstairs to get some detergent
and grab the remaining clothes the hamper in Mark and Julie's bedroom. I
went to their bathroom to pick up some discarded shirts and pants. I had an
armful load of dirty clothes and was on my way out of the bedroom when a
piece fell out. I turned to look and I realized that it was a pair Mark's
white briefs. A million thoughts immediately rushed through my mind, and
not one of them can be deemed good. I glanced around, checking if I was
still by myself, as if I haven't been alone. Wearing a devious smirk, I
dropped all the dirty clothes I was carrying and picked up the pair of
white briefs from the floor. It was a used pair, the one that he wore all
day yesterday while he took a double shift from work. I stared at it, as I
stood in the middle of their bedroom. I turned the pair of briefs around
until it was inside out and the front where his dick would be nestled was
facing me. Then slowly and steadily, I lifted it towards my face to take a
deep whiff.


The deep musky smell was intoxicating and overpowering. The smell of Mark's
cock and balls that have sweated and dried all day long was embedded deep
into the cotton fabric of his briefs. I couldn't stop from just one sniff.
I buried my nose in the front pouch and inhaled again as deeply as I could,
letting Mark's deepest and innermost scent seep into me. "Ohhh, fucking
hell." I moaned. My hands automatically went to palm my hardening cock,
massaging and stroking it into full mast. All the while sniffing and
inhaling Mark's underwear. I had half a mind of fishing my cock out and
blowing a load right then and there. But I had other plans. Practicing
restraint, I took his underwear away from my face and went to my own room
to hide the briefs beneath my pillow. I know I should save it for later,
when I'm alone again and got nothing to play with. Plus, it would do me a
lot good if I save my load for until Mark comes home. I chuckled, it's like
I'm a kid hiding his shiny new toy, excited as hell to play with it later.
I went out of my room to retrieve the dirty clothes from the other bedroom
and proceeded to the basement to begin doing laundry.


Another couple of hours later, I was folding all of the clothes and
bringing them back to our respective closets. When I finished I went to all
the bathrooms to tidy up a bit, make sure there were fresh towels, and take
out the trash in the little trash cans. Lastly, I made our beds. Organizing
the pillows so they stood pristinely against the headboard and flattening
the covers so they all looked immaculate. Once everything was done, I took
a few breaths, smiling to myself as I admired my hard work. I was
exhausted, but still in high spirits. I took one last look around the
house, making sure there was nothing I missed. When I confirmed there was
nothing, there was only one thing left to do. I went upstairs to my room to
take a nice, long, hot shower. I spent a good thirty minutes under the hot
spray and my body has never felt better. The soreness of my muscles
dissipated and I felt squeaky clean. I toweled myself dry and got dressed,
then went back downstairs to the living room. I looked at the clock and I
saw that there's still a couple of hours before Mark comes home. Perfect.
That means I can still have my much-deserved nap. I walked to the couch and
laid down. I basked in the silence of the house, looked around the living
room, stared at the ceiling, at the beautiful chandelier hanging down,
thinking how beautiful this house is, and how lucky I am to say that this
is my house now. That I live here. It put a big smile on my face, then I
fell asleep.


I slowly woke up the sensation of someone gently pushing my hair back. Then
a pair of soft lips pressing against mine. I hummed in pleasure, and kissed
back. The pair of lips smiled then opened to take a lick of my bottom lip.
I slowly opened my eyes to see Mark's handsome face and green loving eyes
smiling down at me. I chuckled then leered at him. "Hey, daddy." His eyes
widened at that. It was almost funny. It came out of nowhere, I didn't know
why I even said that. He was surprised for a moment before I saw his eyes
glint and darken and he leered back. "Hey, son." He winked, then he took
another long lick at my open lips, leaving a trail of wetness across it. I
whimpered as my body started to fill with warmth. He loves that very much,
licking. And I found myself licking my own lips to get a taste of him. It
wasn't enough though. I needed more. I took his face in my hands and pulled
him closer. "Let me taste you." His breath hitched, then he opened his
mouth to let me dart my tongue inside. We both breathed deeply at the
contact. I swirled my tongue inside his mouth, eager to get a full taste.
Without breaking the kiss, Mark moved from where he was kneeling on the
floor to lay with me on the couch. When he crushed me with his hard, heavy
body, I was filled with Mark's musky scent. It was a tight fit on the
couch, so he moved us around until I was on top of him. I broke the kiss
and buried my face in his covered chest and took a deep inhale. He smelled
like a fireman. A true man of hard labor. My cock twitched in my shorts.
"Always smell so good." I murmured to his chest. He chuckled, and I heard a
deep rumble in his chest. I nuzzled his chest, kissed his pecs, then I
slowly went lower to give the same attention to his abs. I pulled his
T-shirt up to reveal his six pack, then took one swipe of my tongue upwards
in the middle of the ridges. I could taste the sweat that has dried in his
skin, salty and so fucking delicious. Suddenly I want more. "Please get
this off." I gestured to his T-shirt. I sat up on his lap, and he sat up as
well to pull his T-shirt off before lying back down on the couch. Again, I
was mesmerized by the hard, beautiful body laid out right in front of me.
The bulging pecs, the brown suckable nipples, the six pack, all of that.
Mark saw me as I stared at his godly body. Like that of a Roman god,
powerful and oh so sexy. And with a smirk, he posed. He flexed his entire
torso, making every ridge of muscle more defined before he raised both his
arms and put his hands behind his head. All the while flexing his beefy
biceps. He looked like a model. With that cocky smirk and the hungry,
come-hither look, no one would be able to resist. I eyed him entirely, from
that handsome face, that sleek jaw, that bulging chest, the exposed
armpits, down to the big bulge in his uniform pants and all I could think
of was how much I want to bury my face in those hairy pits. I licked my
lips as I gazed at them. Then I heard Mark's commanding voice. "Smell `em.
I know you want to." My eyes darted to his, curious if he really just said
that. His serious eyes answered me. He raised an eyebrow, "Well, what are
you waiting for, son? Smell daddy's pits." I didn't waste another second, I
leaned forward and buried my nose in his pit. I took a deep sniff, and a
new burst of heat exploded in my body. "Oh, god." I moaned as I rutted my
cock against Mark's. I continued to rub my face in his pit, going in
circles, burying my nose in every spot while I sniffed and sniffed.
"Thaaaat's it, baby. That's all for you." He said with a kiss on the top of
my head. Having no place to put my hand in, I raised one towards Mark's
nipple and pinched it, eliciting a loud moan from him. I switched over to
the other side, to give his other pit and nipple the same treatment. "Fuck
yes, son. Make me feel good." He moaned. I leaned back and sat back up to
look at him. He was laid down while I sat on his lap. I have been waiting
all day for him to come home, I couldn't wait any longer. "Fuck me," I said
as I ground my ass against his cock.  "I can't take it anymore, I want your
cock in me right fucking now." Mark's eyes glinted. Turning darker and more
ferocious. In one swift move, he grabbed my hips and sat up so he leaned
against the back of the couch. "You're gonna regret saying that. I'm gonna
split that ass open and make you scream." He growled and my cock twitched.
I might have balked at the promise, a bit of fear shot through my
lust-filled brain. But screw it, because afraid or not, there's no denying
that my cock liked what Mark said. I don't want soft Mark right now, I need
the rough and aggressive Mark. Feeling invigorated, I leaned forward and
looked him bravely in the eyes and said, "Bring it, daddy."