SOUP TO NUTS--A FAMILY SITCOM by bawdypen
The family sat around the table, smacking their lips, waiting for the final ingredient to be added to the large cauldron of hot soup that Rosita had placed there. It was the first Monday of the month, and the father cleared his throat. "OK, whose turn is it?"
"Uh, mine, Dad," 14-year-old Robby replied, blushing a little.
"Well, get to it, boy. We're all famished!"
"Yeah, I got a date, Robby. Hurry up!" his 16-year-old sister Dawn complained.
Pushing his chair back, the kid quickly began to remove his pants while the rest of them cleared a section of the table. Naked from the waist down, his little pecker bobbing around, he climbed onto a chair as his father helped steady him enough to get onto the table.
"When's your pecker gonna grow, Robby?" his sister teased. "Some of my girlfriends are wondering'" she giggled.
"When you start giving me blowjobs like you do to the football team, you bitch!" Robby shot back. His little brother Zack giggled at that.
"Now, now, let's not have such talk at the table," their mother chided. "Let's have a pleasant meal."
Smirking, Robby squatted his cute bottom over the soup urn. His father continued to steady him by holding his ass. The boy grunted and strained, soon plopping a luscious turd directly into the pot!
Rosita, before leaving, grabbed the ladle and stirred it around while Robby climbed off the table and headed down to the other end.
"It's your turn, Mom," he said, bending over and spreading his cheeks open. His mother put her face there and licked his asshole clean.
Dawn began to ladle out the concoction into soup dishes. Everybody stared into their bowls, hoping for some little brown shitballs, even though the turd was only supposed to be for extra flavoring.
"Dad?" Zack inquired, "how come Rosita never shits in our soup?"
"You ever tasted a Mexican turd, son? Well, let me tell you. They're quite spicy, and they burn going down! I just don't think you guys could handle it."
"Darling?" his wife suggested, "I suppose I could have Rosita leave out some of the spices beforehand."
"In her shit?!" Robby laughed.
"No, silly," his mother grinned, "in the soup."
"Still, I don't think you know what you're asking for, son."
"I don't care about that, Pop," Robby stated. "I wanna see her take a shit so I can see her pussy. I'll bet she's got a big hairy twat! Besides, nuthin' could be stronger than your nasty poop!"
"Ha! I'll remember that next time it's your turn to lick me off you little rascal! And since when did you get so interested in pussies?"
"Aw, Pop, I've been jerkin' off for two years already."
"Daddy?" Dawn asked, sipping her soup, "How come I can't tell my girlfriends about our soup? And," she added, "how nasty Robby's butt tastes when I hafta lick it clean!"
"Oh, girl, you stop that," her father admonished, chuckling. "I've seen how you've licked your brother's asshole. You just wanna tell 'em how good it tastes! I've seen everybody in this family lick everybody else's bums, and it's quite obvious that Robby gets the prize by the way we all go at it. So nobody's kidding nobody. But soup...and the immediate cleanup...is as far as we go with this. And, it's just that other people wouldn't understand."
"I think you and me oughta jerk off in the soup, Pop!" Robby suggested. "How'd that be?"
"Yeck!" Dawn complained. "Who wants to eat your weinie juice?"
"You drink it all the time. What's wrong with mine?"
"Oh...nothing, I guess. It's alright with me if you want to."
"Me, too!" Zack cried. "If...somebody'll show me how."
"You're still a little too young, Zack," his father chuckled. "You can if you want, Robby, but I don't think it would be proper for me to expose my erection to the whole family." He took a sip of soup. "Mmmm, especially good tonight! Thanks, Robby."
"But what about us? Don't we get to put something extra in?"
"Aw, girls can't come!" Robby said with authority. "Can they?"
"Maybe the ladies could dribble a little piss into the bowl for us," Father suggested. "That'd be pleasant, wouldn't it?"
"Me, too!" Zack gushed. "I could squirt some in...til I can come."
"Alright, that's settled," Mother said. "Now eat your soup. Remember that Dawn has a date."
"Or two, or three, or..." Robby accused sarcastically.
"Is that true, Dawn?" Father asked. "The whole football team?"
"No, of course not. Just most of them. Oh, some of those boys have really big peckers, Daddy. Gosh, I just love 'em!"
"Just blowjobs, right darling?" Mother asked. "We don't want you getting pregnant, and you know how the Church feels about condoms."
"Yes, Mother," she assured her. "All I do is suck them off."
"Gee, really big ones?" Zack inquired. "Could I go with you?"
"Of course not! What do you know about giving blowjobs, twerp?"
"Oh, you think you're so smart! I blow Robby all the time!"
"Not any more, you little creep!" Robby scowled. "You weren't supposed to tell."
Their father chuckled, trying to suppress a smile. His wife took in a deep breath of shock. "Now, Mother, don't get upset. Practically every boy gets his little brother to suck him. Just don't go trying to stick that thing up his little bottom, Robby."
"George, is that true? Did you and Frank mess around?"
"Are you kidding? That big-dicked brother of mine had me licking his balls and cock as soon as he found out what they were for!"
"You used to blow Uncle Frank?!" Dawn asked, intrigued. "Wow, he's so handsome! Uh, would it be a sin if I..."
"Forget that, young lady!" Mother admonished.
"Wouldn't do you any good anyway. Frank's a cocksucker himself. I'm afraid he has no interest in young ladies."
"Shucks!"
"Maybe he could go out on your dates with you," Robby laughed. "Give you a hand with some of them!"
"HO! HO!" Father laughed. "Frank would love that! Sucking off high school boys has always been his passion!"
"Gosh, I'm in high school now," Robby reminded himself.
"Yes. Haven't you noticed you've always kinda been your Uncle's favorite?"
"Jeez, you mean he wants to blow me?!" Robby blushed. "He still tries to get me to sit on his lap."
"I'm sure he'd like to. But perhaps you oughta put that out of your mind. Nowadays your uncle demands reciprocation I'm sure."
"What's that?" Robby was confused.
"Means you'd hafta suck him back, dummy!" Dawn slurped her soup.
"Oh. Forget that!"
"I'll do it!" Zack declared.
"NO YOU WON'T!" Robby suddenly glared at him. "M-maybe I will."
"Aw, gee," Zack hung his head, then got a bright idea. "Hey, we could do it together!"
"Forget it. I ain't gonna let you see me with a prick in my mouth!"
"You dirty asshole! You mean you aren't gonna suck me back when I get to come?"
"Heck, no! You're the blowboy and I'm the big brother."
Zack slammed his spoon down and went running from the table. "WELL, YOU CAN JUST GO FUCK YOURSELF, ROBBY TURNER!"
"I think he meant suck myself," Robby giggled, taking a big mouthful of soup, ignoring his little brother's tantrum.
"Son, I think you should go talk to him. He really admires you, and I think you've hurt his feelings."
"Aw, do I have to? I haven't finished my soup yet."
"Well, I have...and I'm leaving if I can be excused," Dawn said.
"Certainly, dear," Mother said. "Have a good time."
"Yeah, don't take any wooden peckers, Dickbreath!" Robby smirked.
Halfway through the doorway, she turned. "Don't worry about me, Littledink. Maybe some day we'll be able to compare notes!"
Robby eyebrows furled. "It ain't that little, is it?"
"No , son," his father assured him. "I haven't seen it hard, of course, but from what I've seen you're developing quite normally."
"Yeah, but is it a small one?"
George clapped a hand on Bobby's shoulder. "Dick size is generally hereditary, son. So unless your mother's father was underdeveloped, I'd say you'll be fairly well-endowed... eventually."
Robby looked at his mother, apprehensively. She smiled. "Daddy had a nice big dick, son, even bigger than your father's. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. Now what are you going to do about Zack?"
"Okay, but I know what he's gonna say."
"Well, promise him you'll do it back when he starts to come," his father suggested. "He thinks you're being selfish. Believe me, I know that feeling. Besides, maybe by then he won't be interested."
Robby put his napkin down and stood up. "Alright, but I'm afraid he's gonna make me suck it now."
"Well, do it. What's the big deal? He can't come."
"I know, but he's liable to want to pee in my mouth instead!"
"Well so what, darling?" Mother smiled. "He's gonna pee in the soup next time anyway."
"Yeah but that's different...somehow." He dragged himself up the stairs to soothe his brother's feelings. After all, he didn't want to have to give up gettin' blowjobs from Zack, pee or no pee.
Half an hour later, Robby came bounding down the stairs with a grin. His parents were engrossed in their newspaper, but looked up to see how things came out.
Robby waved his arms in the air. "Just like I thought! I had to promise and lick his little pecker. But it was okay. He sucked me off like always, and he..." he giggled, "I think the soup's gonna taste better from now on! He got some on the sheets, though."
Zack came down the stairs, happy as ever. "Any soup left, Mom?"
"Yes, dear. But you'll have to put some in a bowl and warm it up. Leave the turd in the cauldron...they tend to blow up in the microwave. Be sure to leave some. You know Rosita takes the leftovers home to her family."
They all sat there and watched several shows on television. Zack was on the floor, laying on his belly. During a commer- cial, he turned and asked his father, "Dad, can I suck you off sometime?"
"What? Well, you're getting to be quite the avid cock- sucker, hunh?"
"I guess so. Robby says I'm a fag. What's a fag?"
"Nothing bad, dear," his mother assured him, glaring at Robby. "He just means you're like your Uncle Frank."
"Oh, that's good." He turned back to the show. Robby cringed deeply into the seat as his father leaned over to him and whispered.
"Just for that, young man, next time Zack shits in the soup you're gonna find yourself with a turd sandwich next day at school. And I expect you to finish it all!"
"Jeez, Pop!" Robby got a sullen look on his face.
"Just kidding. Thought you'd be a little more upset at the idea, though."
"Boy, you really had me going there. Even if I do like Zack's soup the best."
"You saying you wouldn't mind eating your little brother's turd?"
"Only if I had to!"
"You might have to if you don't stop raggin' your kid brother."
"Yeah, but...he'll be shootin' cum before too long. What am I gonna do then?"
"Guess you'd better suck it down. You made the commitment."
"So if I don't do it, I gotta eat his poop, hunh?"
"Heh! Ain't so bad. Why do you think I started the Soup Day?"
"I...I don't know. We've done it as long as I can remember."
"Well, it was your Uncle Frank's fault. He got real angry with me one day...for some reason I can't recall. Anyway, he made me lick his turd while he took a shit. I really hated it, but for a long time after that I kept remembering it. When I got married, I talked your mother into shitting in our soup one night. That was the beginning."
"Gosh. How come Mom went along with it?"
"I had a very abusive father, Robby," she interjected. "He used to make me lick his ass instead of using toilet paper. In between making me suck him off and other things. I guess I got used to it. When your father suggested that filthy thing, I went right along with it."
"Do you lick Pop's asshole after he shits? Besides at the table?"
"On occasion," she blushed. "Thing is, we both acquired a taste for it and decided that our children wouldn't be intro- duced to it with a sense of trauma. Silly notion, I suppose, but you have to admit that if anyone forced you to lick their shit you be only slightly perturbed."
"I wouldn't be!" Zack turned around. "I got Johnny Baxter to shit while I watched, and I licked him off! He tastes good!"
"Jeez, you'll have kids do it in your mouth next!" Robby cringed.
"No, they think it's too nasty. But you can, Robby. See, I put some chunks in my soup."
"Hunh? You got some of my turd in there?!!"
"Sure, I do it every time you shit in the soup. I sure like lickin' your butt, too!"
Just then Dawn arrived from her evening out. She slumped down in an easy chair, looking cheerful.
Robby looked at her carefully.
"What're you staring at, chump?"
"Just tryin' to see if you got any dried-up cum on your chin."
"Not a chance. I never miss a drop! Mmmm, I sucked off six boys tonight. My pussy's so sore! All eight of them kept taking turns eating me out."
"Eight? I thought you said six, dear."
"Yeah, well...the two quarterbacks got a thing for each other. They spent most of the time 69ing together!"
"Hey, Sis? Do you lick their assholes?"
"Do I ever! Why do you think I'm so popular? They love it! None of the other girls will do it."
"Gee, are they nice n' stinky?" Zack asked.
"Of course...they're teenage boys," she shrugged.
"Betcha lick their dingleberries too, doncha?" Robby giggled.
"You're the dingleberry!" she scowled.
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