Featuring:The family may be back home, but things have definitely not gone back to normal. Find out what this naughty family gets up to now that they're home... It had been a few days since we landed back home from LA. I couldn't believe how different my life was now. We had barely left the house, only to get groceries. Otherwise, all of us had been naked, fucking and cuddling. Although we each had our own bedrooms, we had spent most nights sharing each other’s beds. To be fair, we were trying to make the most of the time we had, as college was starting again soon. Tom and I went to the same college, but in different classes, while Ross would be resuming his music lessons as a guitar teacher. Things would be going back to normal, yet at the same time, we’d be fucking around all the time. Not to mention, Dad was intending on us seeing Uncle John, Harvey and Harrison. There was just a lot going on.
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Featuring:Whilst desperately looking for a cure to his Palladium poisoning, Tony discovers an old tape of his father talking dirty to the camera... Tony was in his workshop, wearing a simple black top and a pair of black sweatpants. He was sitting in a recliner seat, scouring through his Dad’s books and files looking for a solution to his arc reactor poisoning him. The workshop was dark for the reels being projected into a screen. It was his father’s old promotional videos for the Stark expo, mostly bloopers and outtakes as he tried to stay focused long enough to say his lines. He was much younger than Tony ever saw him - probably younger than he was now. He had short black hair and a moustache. He wore a white button down shirt, suspenders and a pair of grey pants. Tony was barely paying attention though, just continuing to go through pages and pages of irrelevant information. But when Tony heard a moan, his attention quickly returned to the screen.
Featuring:Zack and Cody try their best to get popular at their new school, meaning abandoning their friends for the cool kids. Hotel HangoutIn New York, in Manhattan, there was a beautiful, elegant, fancy hotel called ‘The Tipton’. In it, a new family had just moved in: a single Dad named Chris Evans and his adopted 16 year old twins, Zack and Cody who were each a handful. Down in the lobby, it was luxuriously decorated with big, brown leather couches by the front desk, a platform by the entrance with banisters and steps, then even an exquisite chandelier hanging above. There was also a candy counter by the elevators. Zack and Cody were just in the process of nagging their Dad to take them to the mall - following him out of the elevator.
“Come on, Dad!” Cody groaned, wearing a green sweater vest, blue shirt and jeans. “I told you, I can't! I have to rehearse the new choreography for my next show.” Chris told them. He wore a v-neck, olive jumper and a pair of brown pants. “Mr Mackie thinks I need some younger moves.” He sighed before demonstrating his dancing, doing a goofy moonwalk across the lobby - by the concierge. “What do you think?” He asked, jokingly. “I think you should never do that in public again.” Zack cringed. He wore an orange t-shirt, with a print on it from a cartoon series, a chain necklace and black shorts. “Or in private.” Cody added. “Why don't you guys invite over some friends from school?” Chris suggested. “Oh, yeah, that's a great idea Dad, except for the fact we don't have any.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Nobody ever likes the new kids.” Zack reasoned. “Awh boys.” Chris pouted, feeling his heartstrings being tugged. He pulled them both into a hug - both Zack and Cody certainly enjoyed inhaling the musk coming off their father as they hugged him back. “You’ll make friends soon. And we’re here to stay now.” Chris reminded them before giving their heads a kiss. “Not if you use those moves.” Zack teased as Chris released them from his hug. “Oh really?” Chris laughed as he watched Zack do the moonwalk this time instead, mockingly. But, he accidentally bumped into a table at the centre of the lobby. The vase on it, toppled over and fell off the surface - the twins and father reached to catch it, but just weren't quick enough. Thankfully, out of nowhere, Esteban leaped in and caught the china vase before it could smash to the ground. Esteban was the bellboy of the hotel - a tall, kind of lanky man who wore the dark green uniform jacket and cap, then beige pants. Mr Anthony Mackie, the hotel manager, cried out as he, too, rushed over. He wore a grey suit over an orange shirt and golden tie. “Oh, thank God, Esteban… Well done…” He blurted out as Esteban stood back up again. “If you thought that was impressive, Mr Mackie… Watch this.” Esteban smirked before throwing the vase into the air. Everyone gasped out as they watched it spin in the air, before the bellboy caught it again. “Do that again, and you’re fired.” Mr Mackie growled, before stressfully walking away, to the candy counter. There, Charles Tipton, the son of the man who owned the Tipton hotel chain, stood with the candy counter cashier, Jonathan. Charles had dark, neat curls and wore a flowery, expensive shirt and pink jeans. “Charles, I need to speak with you.” Mr Mackie said as he approached him. “Not now, Mr Mackie. I'm off to a Gala Premiere.” Charles smiled, but as he went to leave, Mr Mackie stopped him. “No, no, you’re not. I just received a call from your father. You are to cease all social activities until your grades improve.” Mr Mackie explained. “What? That’s fucking bullshit.” Charles complained. “I have to keep my grades up but his new wife is allowed to drop out of college?!” “Be that, as it may, he also insisted I find you a tutor.” Mr Mackie continued. “Fucking Christ, when is he gonna realise my star sign and education don’t mix good?” Charles complained. “It’s ‘mix well’.” The candy counter boy corrected, Jonathan. Jonathan wore a blue shirt with a teal tie and black pants. He had short, dark hair and a very innocent face. “Um… Excuse me? This isn't about you.” Charles frowned as a lady came to Jonathan’s cash register - buying the newspaper. “Okay, that’s $9.12, minus your 8% senior discount is $8.38. Meeeaning your change is $1.62.” Jonathan smiled, gathering the money, before the register beeped with that exact number on it. “You beat the cash register!” Mr Mackie gasped in awe, looking at the copy of the receipt as the lady left. Then he looked down to see a book open on Jonathan’s counter. “And you read!” He exclaimed. “Mr Whitesell can be your new tutor.” Mr Mackie decided. “WHAT?!” Both Jonathan and Charles blurted out, upset. “There’s no way in fucking hell-” “I’ll triple your salary.” Mr Mackie cut Jonathan off. “Apparently there is a way!” Jonathan beamed, looking over at his new student. Featuring:Prince Jordan has an argument with his father about his future spouse, which ends in some fucking in the fountain. Prince Jordan was a beautiful young man. He was skinny yet muscular with defined pecs and a body he wasn't afraid to flaunt. He was wearing a light blue satin crop top that showed off his abs, baggy pants and golden earrings, then a necklace with a sparkling sapphire. All the Princesses wanted him, but unfortunately the feelings were never mutual. He was sitting on the edge of their beautiful fountain, gently running his fingertips through the water.
“He is the rudest prince I've ever met!” The latest princess screamed as she ran out of the beautiful courtyard they had met in - through a large set of doors. “I'm so sorry!” Jordan heard his Dad apologise before bursting through the doors. He was a large man with a sexy beard. He could be a bit ignorant at times but in fairness - he was still doing a decent job at running a kingdom. He wore a big white turban that had a blue feather with a red jewel. He wore white royal robes with golden lining and a golden sash with indigo stripes going across his waist. “Are you fucking serious, Jordan?!” The Sultan, also known as Winston, barked as he stormed over. “For once can you lock that cat of yours in a fucking room while you meet one of these princesses?” He complained, gesturing towards Jordan’s most treasured companion - Rajah the tiger. Although scary, he was very loyal to Jordan. But he was also very protective, willing to chase away any Princess he wanted. “Rajah did nothing wrong, Father. He clearly knew she wasn't right for me… Y'know because of the whole ‘boobs’ situation.” Jordan reminded The Sultan. “For God’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you. You have to marry a princess, no matter if you're gay or not. The royal bloodline must continue.” The Sultan groaned, rubbing his temples. “There's other ways! I heard that there’s a kingdom that does surrogates? Or we could adopt, I mean, who cares about this whole bloodline thing?” Jordan reasoned. “Every single one of your ancestors! Not to mention it's the law!” The Sultan reminded him, sitting down beside the prince. “Urgh… I hate this. I hate being trapped in this palace - in these walls. It's not fair, I wanna be free!” Jordan complained. “But… But why? You have anything you need, a library, a pool, a beautiful garden!” “But I wanna be able to leave, Father. I want to be able to meet our people, talk to them.” Jordan insisted. “Son… I love you. But being Prince means there are rules and you must be protected. Ever since your mother died… I promised I'd look after you. This is the best way.” The Sultan continued, cupping Jordan’s face. “I love you, son.” “I love you too, Father.” Jordan sighed before the two leaned in to kiss. FeaturingIt's the last day in LA for the family, but Oliver has a confession to make about his oldest brother... Today was our last day in California. Tomorrow morning we’d be going back home and I wasn't sure I was ready for it. Our entire time here felt surreal - like a parallel world all to ourselves where nobody knew our name and rules were turned upside down. When we returned, would things really stay the same? It was a strange feeling. We were outside by the pool and Dad was grilling at the barbecue as Ross, Tom and I sat on the garden chairs, laying out in the sun in just our underwear. It was nice to just relax.
“You boys all packed up?” Dad asked us, putting the burger patties on the grill. “Not yet.” I admitted. “Me neither.” Ross scoffed. “Well make sure you do it soon. Remember, we’re getting up at 7 tomorrow so we won't have time to pack.” Dad reminded us. “We can do it tonight?” Tom shrugged. “You're sure you’re not gonna get distracted with getting fucked?” Dad asked, knowingly. The three of us exchanged the same look. “Okay, okay, we’ll go pack.” Ross gave in. |
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