Converted: Bring the Family, part 19

There was loud music coming from the house of the Valardi’s. A voice was shrieking about the Highway to Hell, and the windows shuddered with the thump of the bass.
A delivery boy with a stack of pizza boxes rang the bell, and waited. After one minute he rang again, and then thumped on the door.
Finally the door opened.
“Pizza delivery—”
He stopped halfway, his mouth hanging open.
The woman on the doorstep was wearing a short denim skirt and a leather jacket, her round, fake boobs in plain sight. Her hair was a wild mane of rainbow-colored, tight curls, and she was made up in the sluttiest way he could imagine. She gave him a rueful grin, blew a thick plume of smoke through her plump lips and pulled him inside.

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Sharon Valardi was in heaven.
This was really her tribe, her pack of wolves.
She took one last gulp from the vodka bottle, dropped it on the floor and staggered towards the kitchen to get another. She passed her sisters on the couch.
Sharon grinned and wondered briefly whatever had happened to the pizzas they had ordered.
She shrugged. By the door, Ben was taking Sophie from behind. Sharon’s natural mother was leaning against the wall with both hands, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Sharon was only wearing a tight Iron Maiden T-shirt, high heels and a nasty smile. Ben pumped inside of her with long, steady strokes and he squeezed her tits while she groaned and told her to go harder.

Samantha was wrapped in a tight black knee-length latex dress that looked painted on, and that contrasted starkly with her white mane, while Suzanne looked positively scary in a studded leather jacket and snakeskin hose. They were groping and holding on to each other, laughing and chattering tirelessly as they took turns bending over the coffee table to snort thick lines of white powder.
"C'mo big boy, put some energy in it!"
In the corridor, Sharon paused to light a cigarette and noticed a pile of cardboard pizza boxes by the kitchen’s door.
“What the fuck—?”
There was a skinny guy in a Pizza Hut shirt leaning against the refrigerator. Mary was kneeling in front of him, holding his cock in a tight grip and working her mouth over its head. The guy was enjoying the blow-job with his eyes closed and a big happy grin on his face.
“I need to open the fridge,” Sharon croaked.
She ran a finger along her nose.
Too much coke.
Is that a thing, she wondered, too much coke?
She tapped her foot on the floor, impatiently.
With an exasperated snort, her mother let go of the delivery boy’s cock and turned to her. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” she hissed.
“I didn’t think sucking a cock would take this long,” Sharon smirked.
“You think you can do better?”
With a chuckle, Sharon knelt by the other woman, and while Mary kept her hold on the guy’s prick, she started to run her tongue around his purple head, teasing his foreskin with her piercing.
The guy groaned. Mary chuckled. “Not bad,” she said.
She shouldered her daughter away and at the same time let go of the guy’s cock, swallowing it whole and deep-throating him with gusto. Sharon stared at her, open, mouthed, and then leaned closer, and checked Mary’s jacket for a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. She lit up and stood, checking the watch over the wall.
The guy came with a shout and an deep growl, and Mary sucked him dry before she stood and wiped her lips on the back of her hand.
The guy slid down on the floor, giggling.
Mary opened the fridge and turned to Sharon. “Beer?”
Sharon shook her head. “Vodka.”
The rainbow-haired woman handed her a frosted bottle.
“I’ll go and see if those two sluts your sisters have left some coke for me,” she said.
Sharon kept her eyes on her mother’s firm ass as she cracked the bottle open.
There was a banging on the door.
“Shit!”
Taking along gulp, she walked to the front door and opened.
 Francesca had collected her long black hair in a single braid that fell down to her firm ass.
“Hi, baby,” she grinned.
She embraced Sharon, and pushed her tongue in Sharon’s mouth, while with her left she squeezed her ass and with her right she took the vodka bottle from her hand. She finally let go and took a long pull on the bottle.
She was wearing a pair of tight, low-waisted black jeans and a sleeveless ribbed top, her big tits bouncing as she swallowed the vodka.
“Got a cigarette?”

Behind her, Dave was a bulky tattooed brute, busy playing tongue-wrestling with a curvy blonde in daisy dukes and a flowery flimshy shirt. Dave’s hand was tucked inside the girl’s short trousers, while she dry-humped him.
Sharon lit Francesca’s cigarette. The brunette had acquired a number of piercings in her ears, and a Monroe piercing in her upper lip.
“Who’s your friend?” Sharon asked, nodding at the blonde.
Francesca took a long pull and laughed.
“Don’t you recognize her?”
Sharon squinted. Dave let go of the girl’s mouth long enough to turn to her with a grin.
“Hi, cousin!” he rumbled.
The blonde turned to Sharon with a lewd smile. “Hi, there, beautiful,” she said in a sing-song.
Sharon did a double take. “Esther?”
The blonde stumbled closer and threw her arms around her neck. “I want to suck your tits!” she giggled.
Francesca leaned closer, and Sharon could smell the tobacco an the vodka on her breath. “Isn’t it wonderful what some cock and some molly can do?”
Sharon turned to stare at Francesca while Esther pushed her face in her cleavage, Dave holding her by the hips and rubbing his crotch against her denim-wrapped ass.
Sharon caressed Francesca’s cheek just as Esther’s teeth closed on her left nipples.
She gasped, and then laughed out loud.
This was her people.