The setting is Paris, France in 2031, and society has undergone significant social changes. Things calmed down after what was a tumultuous 2020s rife with protests and divisions. The government passed laws that made life more affordable for the average family. More was given to cut out the poverty that used to plague so much of the middle class.

One of the major policies implemented was that taking in an asylum seeker or refugee meant that the family had to pay no taxes at all for the year. A lot of French families opted for this route. One such family was a wealthier family in Paris called the Laurents. Wanting to make more of their wealth, they took in a refugee.

The Laurents were rather similar in appearance, with a stereotypical French look. Both the husband and the wife had dark brunette hair, blue eyes, pale skin with some freckles, and were rather good-looking. You could best describe the husband, Pierre, as shorter than the wife, Marie. The couple had two kids who were both eighteen years old, a boy and a girl, respectively. The boy was named Ewen, and the girl was named Marion.

"Putain d'enfer!" shouted Marion, which roughly translates to "Fucking Hell", witnessing what was happening.

Arman, the refugee, was getting into a fight with Ewen. Originally from somewhere in South Asia, Arman stuck out in the family. He had black hair, brown eyes, light brown skin, and was rather tall and muscular. His jaw was chiseled, and he could grow a beard at the age of eighteen.

"Oh no! Papa!" shouted Marion.

The scuffle was not even close. Arman had put Ewen over his shoulder and was going to do some damage unless help came. To make matters more embarrassing, the two were in their underwear. Arman was far larger and more muscular compared to the helpless Ewen.

"Hey! Put him down!" shouted Pierre.

"Or what, you old piece of shit?" shouted Arman.

"Arman, please!" shouted Marion.

"Piece of shit!" shouted Arman, tossing Ewen on the bed.

"Don't you ever try to peek at what I am looking at and call me nasty names!" shouted Arman, as fear overcame Ewen.

"Oh, you piece of work!" shouted Pierre.

"What, you old sack of shit? You want some too!" said Arman, aggressively approaching Harry, who backed off in fear.

"No no no Arman!" said Marion, putting her hands on her adopted brother's muscular abs to stop him.

"I am calling Marie!" said Harry.

"You two, leave the room!" said Marion, as the two men obeyed.

"Close the door too, I will talk to him!" shouted Marion.

The door closed as the two men left the room. Marion took a deep breath with Arman and looked into his eyes. She was shocked at the boy's strength and how he dominated her brother. Moments later, she confronted her adopted brother.

"Now you know that's not nice, he is your brother," said Becca.

"He looked at my screen and called me dirty names for being an outsider to this fucking family," said Arman.

"But you are not," said Marion, putting her pale arms around his shoulders.

"I always fucking feel like it, and I have had it, I am not taking any more mental or verbal abuse from either of those fucks," said Arman.

"Well, you never took any from me," replied Marion, massaging his shoulders.

Things were tough for Arman. Despite the laws being passed in France, the society was still not accepting of men of his appearance. A lot of the "adoptions" were done for tax relief, but the families never really loved the adopted kids in most cases. It was quite common for adopted children in Paris to end up in poverty after eighteen or when the family felt like they could retire.

"Hey, Ewen is a bully anyway. I am happy you handled him," whispered Marion, gently massaging her adopted brother's shoulders.

"Yeah, and you are a fucking prude," said Arman, as Marion laughed.

"Ha! So because I decided not to be in my underwear, I am a prude!" shouted Marion, laughing.

"Yes, you fucking prude," said Arman, as Marion got up.

The brunette immediately stripped down to her bra and panties. She still had on her underwear, which had cartoons on it, but was quite slim. Arman could see the camel toe, which protruded from the skinny underwear, as the bra covered her perky breasts. Due to it being morning, the siblings had not showered, so the musk only made him hornier. Both were eighteen and had only recently turned that age.

"Yeah, I am going to bully you!" shouted Marion, laughing as she shoved Arman.

Even if she was serious, it was play at best. Marion was quite skinny compared to the large and muscular Arman. The pair wrestled each other for fun. Marion was aroused at seeing Arman dominate her biological brother.

"Teach me how to wrestle!" said Marion.

"You are in a good spot, you know?" replied Arman.

Arman was right, Marion had him mounted. The pale brunette's butt and barely covered pussy lay on top of his muscular abs. All she could do was take a long, deep breath and grind on his body. She bit her lips and started to grind more aggressively.

"I want to be in a better one," whispered Marion.

"Then lose those clothes, prude," said Arman, smiling.

Marion took off her top and soon after, her panties. Arman's long arms reached down around the skinny brunette on top of him and pulled down his underwear. An electric shock hit the pair as they playfully wrestled and soon kissed each other. Marion kissed Arman and locked lips with him for well over a minute. She was aroused by how her soft, white skin contrasted with his rough, darker one.

She felt the pain of an adopted brother who had gone through hell in a society that would not accept him. The rage he had when he was dominating her biological brother further aroused her. She felt as if she were sleeping with a beast rather than a man. Moments later, the pair switched into a sixty-nine position.

Arman started to eat out Marion as she put his dark, thick, and massive cock in her mouth. She sucked, but her body felt the impact of Arman. Her rough hands grabbed her soft-skinned buttocks and squeezed as she moaned. He put his mouth on her pussy, and it took little to make the brunette cum.

"Let me play with your butthole," said Arman.

"Arman," said Marion, disoriented from her orgasm.

"I want to play with your butthole," said Arman, putting his nose against her ass.

"Arman," said Marion.

"Marion," said Arman, sniffing the brunette's face.

"Okay, Arman," whispered Marion, amazed by his persistence.

He licked her ass until it was wet and then put his finger in it. She moaned as he wiggled his finger inside of it, never having experienced this before at her age. A moment later, he put her in a doggy style position and tried to slowly stuff his cock in her. It took a few seconds for his fat cock to go inside her tight ass.

"Oh yes, Arman, yes!" shouted Marion.

After finally getting his cock in there, the sexually aroused man went to work and fucked the brunette. Marion moaned from the intensity of the fuck. She could feel the pain and trauma of her adopted brother with every stroke. The trauma of the bullied foreigner was now in her ass, and all she could do was moan.

"Baise-moi bébé!" shouted Marion, which translates to "Fuck me baby!", getting fucked hard by Arman in the bedroom as musk consumed the air.

The stink of the brunette who hadn't showered further aroused Arman, who kept fucking her. Despite her kindness, Marion still represented the very Parisian society that spat on the faces of outsiders who looked like Arman. In fact, it was so taboo for a man like him to get with a woman like Marion that Paris would rage if they ever saw it. The act of the two fucking was so taboo.

"Merde!" shouted Pierre, which translates to "Shit," helpless in another room.

All the father could do was wait for his wife to get home as his biological daughter happily got fucked by her adopted brother. Ewen sat down depressed after the wrestling match, which saw him being dominated with ease. Marion's pleasurable moans could be heard through the door. Pierre waited for his wife to finally get home and solve the problem.

"Éjacule dans mon cul bébé!" shouted Marion, which is French for "Cum in my ass baby!".

The brunette was sweaty, but her body shook. She was dominated and controlled by Arman, whom she loved. To her pleasure, Arman did cum in her ass, and he dropped quite a load. Moments later, the two were playfully wrestling around.

"I am going to bully you! Rawr!" shouted Marion, on top of Arman as he laughed. Marion's eyes lit up with a smile as it was the first time she had seen her adopted brother happy.

"Bully me," whispered Arman, as Marion laughed and playfully wrestled with Arman.

The room with the two was the only room with a happy atmosphere, but soon, even that was going to change. As the front door swung open, Marie walked in. A ferocious anger consumed the brunette's blue eyes as she walked towards her husband and son. Her pale skin was almost pink now as she confronted her husband and son.

Unlike Marion, Marie had slightly larger breasts to go with her slim waist. Despite being in her forties, she had smooth, pale skin with freckles that was accompanied by an athletic body. Outside of Arman, Marie was the tallest in the family. Her presence sent fear through the hearts of Pierre and Ewen.

"You could not handle a fucking boy, who the fuck did I marry?" shouted Marie, an intense glare in her blue eyes.

"Mama, he is violent!" said a scared Ewen.

"Oh, I will show him violence!" shouted Marie.

"Shit!" whispered Marion.

"It's Mama," said Marion, a look of dread on her face.

"Marion, hide," said Arman.

"Come out now, you fucking leech! You want violence, come get it!" shouted Marie, with such a loud and intense voice that it could be heard around the house.

"I said come out!" shouted Marie, as Marion hid.

"Okay, then I will come in," said Marie, storming into the room.

She wore a business skirt and suit with a button-up shirt underneath. Feeling hot from her anger, she took off her suit jacket and tossed it aside. Pierre and Ewen looked on in horror at what was to ensue. Marie attempted to open the door, but it was locked.

"Lock the door on me? Boy, you are going to get it!" shouted Marie, taking out a credit card and using it to effortlessly open the door.

"What? Come on!" said Marie, an intense glare in her blue eyes as she slammed the door shut.

The angry brunette looked at her adopted son, who was nude in bed. She took a whiff of the air, which smelled of strong musk. The air itself just screamed that a lot of fucking had happened in the room. Her blue eyes maintained their intense glare as she slowly walked towards her adopted son.

Compared to everyone else in the house, Arman was not scared. He had seen pain, war, and lived through such hell that an angry pale French brunette was nothing to him. Marie smirked and walked towards her adopted son, realizing that her anger did not intimidate him. She stood over the nude Arman and looked down at him with anger.

"Marion, get out!" shouted Marie, as Marion cowered in fear but ignored her mother's advice.

"Marion, out!" shouted Marie, as Marion opened the closet door and got out nude.

"My my outsider, from assaulting my real son to threatening my husband and now fucking my daughter, you really want to end up in that homeless shelter, don't you?" asked Marie, as Marion shook in fear.

"Mama, Ewen was threatening him..." said Marion, as Marion turned her glare to look back at Marion.

"You nasty little whore, you have no shame! Defending this outsider, savage, and unwanted swine over an actual family member," said Marie, looking back at Marion.

"Hey, lady, you leave her alone. Your beef is with me, come abuse me like you have the day I have been here," said Arman, standing up.

"Oh, abuse, you filthy savage, we rescued you from hell, and this is how you repay us, you fucking parasite!" shouted Marie, pushing her adopted son, who barely budged.

"You disgusting animal! Once we have made enough off of these tax breaks, we will dump you in a shelter like the rest of your kind, and you can die on the side of the road," said Marie, aggressively pointing at her adopted son's chest and pressing him.

"Come on, wrestle me, coward, huh!" shouted Marie, aggressively pushing Arman.

"You think you're tough?" asked Marie, an aggressive look in her light blue eyes as she shoved Arman again.

"Not so tough now, huh? Look at this fucking coward. Fucking leech," said Marie, as Marion started to cry.

"Mama, please stop," said Marion, wincing.

"Oh, why yes! The naive little bitch who can't keep her legs closed chooses the savage over real family. What is it, Marion? This?" asked Marion, grabbing the long, hard cock of Arman and softly stroking it.

"Spicy Spicy Marion?" asked Marie, a devious look in her eyes as she licked the long, hard cock.

"Fuck," said Arman, aroused by the cold touch of the icy mother.

"Threats don't work with this filthy savage? Ah, no, they don't," said Marie, laughing in anger as she rolled her eyes.

Marie slowly took off her clothes in front of her daughter and adopted son. First came off her shirt, which she unbuttoned as the room was filled with tension. Her skirt and panties came off easily as she undid her bra. She spun around with her beautiful figure and a devious smile on her face.

"See Marion, I can be a whore too, ah!" said Marie, getting on both knees and sucking her adopted son's cock.

Marion looked on in horror as her mother smiled and sucked the cock. Arman was aroused and moaning from the blowjob. Marie's eyes opened as she looked at Marion, her expression becoming almost demonic. Gurgling noises were heard as the pale mother went in on the dark cock.

"Holy fuck!" said Arman, moaning as Marie's cold hands massaged his testicles.

"Ah!" shouted Marie, letting out her tongue and a hiss while looking back at Marion.

"Spicy Spicy!" said Marie, cackling in a demonic laugh as she put the cock in her mouth again.

The aggressive older brunette attempted to do all she could to make her adopted son cum. To her surprise, Arman knew how to last. Marion looked on as Marie would look back at her with a devious expression. The moment was overwhelming for the daughter.

"Un dur à cuire!" said Marie, standing up while softly biting her lower lip and smiling.

"What does it mean, foreigner?" asked Marie, putting her pale, cold arm around the dark skinned neck of Arman.

"Tough guy...and I was joking!" said Marie, laughing as she playfully slapped her adopted son.

"Bitch," whispered Armand, as Marie opened her eyes wide and let out a fake expression of an exaggerated laugh.

"Répétez-le encore s'il vous plaît," said Marie, asking Armand to repeat it.

"It means repeat it again," whispered Marie, leaning her head right next to Armand's and whispering in his ear.

"Bitch," he whispered, as Marion looked on and swallowed. Marie laughed at the sentiment.

"You're going to find out just how big a bitch I am," said Marie, tripping and pushing her adopted son on the bed.

"Come on, you ate the daughter's snatch, eat Mama's!" shouted Marie, in a serious tone as she got into a sixty-nine position.

Marie sucked Arman's cock again as her pussy pressed against his face. Unlike Marion's cleanly shaved one, Marie's was quite hairy. Marion looked on in disgust as Arman sniffed the pussy and just went for it. He started to eat Marie out as her mouth tired from sucking him off.

The authoritative mother realized that she was losing control. Arman's hands controlled her body and kept her in place. His rough-skinned grip clamped down on her pale, soft-skinned buttocks, further arousing her. Moments later, Marie let out a loud moan as Marion smiled.

"Yes, Arman," whispered Marion.

"Sauvage et immonde," said Marie, which translates to "Filthy savage", smiling and letting out a hiss.

Marie and Arman playfully wrestled as the angry demeanor of the brunette changed to a serious, competitive one. Despite her anger and frustration, Arman was able to easily subdue her. Marion looked on and smiled as her mother was eventually dominated. Eventually, Marie faced Arman and rode him.

"At least he is good for something; he might not be an actual member of the family, but he is good for something," said Marie, grinding on the fat cock which was in her pussy.

"Hurts your feelings, boy? Knowing this family will never accept you!" said Marie, looking into Arman's brown eyes with her blue ones while riding him.

Arman's expression was that of indifference. He knew that Marie was simply trying to get into his head. Given her passionate sexual appetite, she was trying to crack his frame. Arman would not let it happen and instead looked at Marion at smiled.

"Oh, young love!" shouted Marie, aggressively grinding on the cock while grabbing Arman's face to face her.

"Yeah, ride it, baby, don't let that back give out!" said Arman, as Marie aggressively rode him. Marion laughed as Marie smirked.

Feeling some good in the mother, Arman went in for the kiss. He kissed her pale face and neck as she moaned. Marie felt her guard drop and her personality change from loving. Her body vibrated as she had an orgasm on her adopted son. Moments later, Arman came in.

"Yes, baby!" shouted Marie, as Arman playfully wrestled her down and kissed her.

The pair looked into each other's eyes as Marie locked lips with Arman. Her big, muscular, and dark-skinned adopted son lay on top of her as Marion looked on with a smile. Arman's brown eyes locked with Marie's blue ones as she smirked. Her personality had changed in the whole ordeal.

"Look here, boy, you stay strong. Pierre and I won't be around forever. We are getting old, and you are in your youth. You stay strong and you look after her and yes, even that brother of yours who tried to bully you," said Marie, hugging Arman as Marion started to cry.

For a few more moments, Marie and Arman made out. He sucked on her breasts and kissed her body. Marie was more than willing to let her adopted son do all of this. Marion was happy that the situation had gone so well. After minutes of loving, Marie and Arman got up together holding hands.

"Marion," said Marie, as Marion looked up, somewhat startled.

"Let's all of us put on our clothes; I have a big announcement to make," said Marie, as everyone dressed up.

Moments later, everyone was dressed, and Marie looked at her husband and her son. An ice-cold look consumed her face. The facial expression had the father and her biological son intimidated. So far, the day has been heavy for both of them.

"So, Arman here is a part of the family. If you have a problem with that, tough shit. If either of you had more of a spine, it would be a different story," said Marie, pausing and taking a deep breath.

"We will also be taking a trip to the South of France, and neither of you is invited," said Marie, looking at Marion and Arman.

Marion smiled and almost cried. Arman gulped and smiled. Marie looked at her daughter and adopted son and smiled back. As rough as it was, Arman's bravery set an example for the modern French family.