Tolerable Cruelty - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

Chapter 12

Peter was in the front yard, raking the multicolored autumn leaves that had gathered on their soft, green lawn. His little brother, Steven, was visiting for a few days in preparation for a yearly parole meeting that they all dreaded. Sarah, successful as she was, insisted on staying in her own place and not intruding in Peter’s life.

She also didn’t think much of Piper.

“Oh Peeeetey. You almost done out there?” Piper called from the front door, dressed in a pair of tight, painted-on jeans and a t-shirt that left her sculpted midsection on display.

“Yeah, just about!” He looked at his pile of leaves with pride.

A sweet, cool, powerful breeze detonated his pile of leaves, sending them slamming into their brown wooden fence before they scattered chaotically.

“Noooooo!” Peter cried. He looked at Piper, whose lips were pursed, eyes twinkling.

“Sorry dear! Just testing my new, serum boosted powers, which you so graciously got for me! You like my superbreath, don’t you?” She chirped. “Now hurry up and finish raking up those leaves! Steven will be here in a few hours!”

Peter stood there in silent fury, then resignation. He loved the cruelty, but this was just… petty. He glanced at the garbage, which is full of splintered wood and bent metal from the furniture that Piper had broken down with her superpowers.

At least she’d taken that out. God forbid she’d forced him to handle all of that heavy wreckage.

Tucking in his erection from the casual display of his wife’s superbreath and the evidence of her superstrength, he began to redo his work. Thankfully, his ribs were healing, and she hadn’t broken an arm or anything. Yet. Though, would that really be so bad…?

Piper suddenly appeared in front of him, her steely, slender fingers gripping his arm with incredible force.

“Petey! Get to work already! Are you thinking about your sexy superpowered wife again?”

A startled Peter yelped in fright.

“S-sorry Piper! I’ll get to work right away! Please don’t hurt me!”

She gave his big bicep a little squeeze, causing him to groan in pain. Then she relented.

“I won’t, as long as you do exactly what I say. Good boy.”

Piper vanished back into the house. He sighed and started anew on his previously completed chores.

Steven pulled into their driveway just after noon, where Peter had set up his barbecue grill on their pristine lawn.

“Yo, big bro!” He climbed out of his beat up sedan, sporting a popped collar button-down that was open down to his chest and his pair of chic sunglasses that he wore everywhere.

“Sup, Even Stevens!”

The two brothers engaged in their overly elaborate secret handshake. Piper watched with disgust and second-hand embarrassment.

“What’s cookin’, bro?”

“Just about to start the burgers! Rare?” Steven asked as he reached for his tray of well-formed patties.

“Yooo-oooo, you know me, bro!”

“Couple of rare burgers coming right up!”

Draped in a floral cream sundress and a pair of cheap sandals, Piper rested on a hammock that she had just installed moments ago with her bare hands. She figured the hardware store wouldn’t miss it too much. The total only added up to $30—far less than the pizza order she thought she’d nicked.

It was also a good excuse to play around with her new flying ability without attracting attention. And she desperately needed a distraction from Steven.

“Yo, Mrs. Piper!! You are looking hot today!! Been on a diet?” He approached her sleazily, smoothing back his gelled, spiked hair.

“Hello, Steven,” she replied flatly, without looking in his direction. “No, I have not.”

“Well, you look fiiiiiiine! Total smokeshow!”

God give me the grace to not crush his head like an overripe melon. Piper hid her disgust and merely turned away from Peter’s good-for-nothing brother. Multiple DUIs, a burden on the family, and worst of all: Peter turned into a juvenile idiot frat boy around Steven.

She didn’t want to see his face at all, turning almost 90 degrees in her hanging cloth bed. The hammock wasn’t meant to support that much rotation, but Piper kept it taut by exercising her defiance of gravity.

“What’s with her?” Steven asked Peter. “That time of month?”

“Ha, you know wo…” Peter was about to finish his sentence, but then thought better of it. He cringed as he looked over at the bottom of the hammock tilted in his direction. No response.

Piper scowled inwardly. She was really going to teach Peter a lesson later. And he would not find it sexually thrilling.

The meat patties sizzled on the grill for a few minutes as the smoke from the lump coal circulated inside the dark, covered space. Piper could smell the delicious scent of oak burning and char forming on the patties. Peter really was good at this.

“Six rare burgers coming right up!”

“Yessss!” Steven hollered.

Even Piper was excited to join them.

They sat down, topping their buttered, grilled buns with their personal accoutrements of choice. Sitting at the outdoor picnic table that Peter had dragged outside without Piper’s help, they cracked open some beers with a satisfying fizz and pop and ate with relish.

“Hey Petey, make me two more,” Piper ordered. She was quite happy with her newfound limitless appetite, especially considering how perfectly slender and beautiful she looked, no matter how much she ate.

“Dayumm! You really aren’t on a diet, huh? You could have fooled me!” Steven wolf-whistled.

Piper squeezed her fist tight and clenched her jaw, but to her surprise, Peter reacted even faster.

“Yo, Steven, could you cool it? This is my wife, okay? Treat her with some god damn respect.”

“Whoa, whoa, okay bro. I’m chill, alright?” Steven winked at Piper.

Peter set another round of burgers on the grill and brought out the little kebabs he had been letting smoke inside.

“So, parole meeting’s in a few days.” Peter changed the subject to something somber.

“Yea… think anything has changed?” Steven replied.

“Doubt it. I hate this goddamn thing. The man is a fucking monster. No remorse about mom at all. I wish he would just… I wish something bad would happen to him. You know what I mean? Then we wouldn’t have to go to this yearly meeting.”

“Yeah, I know, bro.”

“When’s Sarah getting in?”

“Bruh, you know she’s always busy. Flying around the world for business meetings ‘n shit. But she told me she’d be here on time.”

“Oh really?” Piper suddenly chimed in. “Too bad, I was hoping to see her sooner.”

She’d love to set that arrogant, condescending Sarah straight for once. Show that frigid bitch who thought that Peter had settled when he married her. Show her the new, improved Piper. Her subtle posture change, her new confidence, her new undeniable beauty, and a couple of physical inches of height would set her straight. And if it really got catty, a nice big slap.

“Um… yea… Sarah sends her best,” Steven lied.

“Hmph.” Piper huffed, smiling to herself as she fantasized about their next meeting.

“Anyway…” Peter tried to change the subject.

“Yea. So bro, I’m uh… a little short on cash. The DJ gig is good, but sometimes, I don’t get to play nights. You know how it is! Can you do me a solid?”

“Yo bro, you know you can’t keep doing this.” Peter sighed. “This is the last time, okay?”

Just like every other time was the last time, Piper seethed.

Peter unlocked his phone and deposited some money into Steven’s account.

“Yo thanks bro! Yeah, I’ll be good for sure! I’ve got a little side hustle going besides the DJ gig, you know what I’m sayin’?”

“Yeah? What is it?” Peter asked.

Steven leaned in and tapped his breast pocket.

“You… wanna try?” He reached in and pulled out a little plastic baggie with some little white tablets.

Piper gasped.

“The hell is it?” Peter asked.

“It’s E,” Steven whispered. “A nice little boost and side hustle at the club, you know? Maybe the three of us can get a little freaky?” He glanced appraisingly at Piper’s fiery locks and her perfectly even, tanned skin. His gaze lingered on her slight cleavage for just too long.

Piper really was going to put her fist through his empty skull now.

“Steven!” an outraged voice cried out.

It hadn’t come from Piper.

“That is fucking it! You do not get to look at my wife like that! And no more fucking DUIs! Give me that!”

Peter ripped the little bag of recreational drugs out of his little brother’s hands.

“Whoa, big bro… chill…” he stammered. He’d never seen Peter so serious before!

“No, I will not ‘chill.’ I’m sick of you being a fuckup! You can ask Sarah for your handouts, see how she likes it! Or are you scared she’ll think less of you?”

“I thought we were family, bro!”

“We may be family, but I’m sick of being your fucking charity too!”

“I. Uh… okay, dude, Peter, I get it…”

“Do you? Do you really?!” Peter’s face was turning red with rage.

“Yeah… yeah…” he was positively wilting away. Even his coiffed hair seemed to be falling flat.

“Peter.” Piper called his name gently.

“What!” Peter shot an angry glare at Piper until he realized who he was addressing. “Erm… what is it, Piper?”

She gave him a knowing glance and reached into his pocket, stroking his flaccid penis with a single finger. It began to straighten out.

Peter did not miss the hint.

“Steven. You can keep the money I gave you. Go out and… go to the grocery store. Buy some cookie dough and beer and uh... “ he stifled a groan as Piper smiled and continued to stroke him. “Just go!”

“Um. Yeah, sure, okay bro…” he slinked away, climbing into his rental sedan and driving off.

“Holy fuck, Piper! What are you doing?!”

“I’m about to fuck you silly in midair. He’ll be gone for about 30 minutes, you think? I’m going to squeeze the fucking life out of you. How does two or three orgasms sound?”

“Piper!!” He squeezed his eyes shut tightly under her masterful ministrations. “What about the burgers?”

She disappeared from her seated position on the bench, fetched the patties out of the grill with her bare hands, and displayed six perfectly decorated, succulent burgers. She gave him enough time to register the sight, and then promptly ate them all.

“What about them?” She patted her immaculate flat belly. “You know, it’s a shame you didn’t have more serum for me. But just for today, I think I’ll forgive you.”

Peter, eyes wild with lust, scrambled into the house like a teen getting his chance to be with a girl for the first time.

As soon as he made it indoors, Piper was upon him. His jeans were pooled by his ankles, his wife towering above him as she ignored gravity.

She traced her legs down his back until she was perfectly aligned with his angry erection and speared herself onto him. Curling her long legs around his muscled back, she lifted them both off the ground as the movement caused exciting, unfamiliar shifting inside of her perfect pussy.

Piper smiled at him with a taunting sneer, giving her strong, fluid hips a wiggle. She triggered Peter to involuntarily clench his powerful arms around her back, pressing his face into the warm, smooth valley of her cleavage as his body processed the unbelievable, heavenly sensation.

“Oh, Petey... You may not even be able to last long enough for me to fly us to the bedroom at this rate… do you need me to shatter something so you can endure being inside me?”

Piper laughed and began to constrict her superstrong limbs around him. As he moaned, unable to draw breath, she tapped his shoulder with a finger.

Peter saw stars as he struggled helplessly in his superpowered wife’s embrace. She had dislocated his shoulder with a single tap! He couldn’t even scream, his now useless arm still bound to his body by her long, sinuous legs.

Piper licked her lips at Peter’s tortured grimace. She pumped her tight canal herself over his shaft as she hovered both of them to the bedroom.

Peter exploded deep inside of her as she laughed and squeezed herself around him tighter and tighter...