“Alright,” she said, sighing again. “As long as you promise that you’ll fuck me the next time you get the urge and not get all bent out of shape about my pussy being too sore.”
He chuckled in response and shook his head.
“Ugh,” she said. “I’ve got to pee anyway.”
Slowly, she extricated herself from his arms and slid out of her bed, stumbling toward the door and peering out. There was a dim light on in her parent’s room, but now that she was standing, she really felt the need to relieve herself and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Once she was finished, she stood and started to leave, heading first for her room, but she heard an odd noise from her parent’s room and frowned.
“That’s it, keep doing that you dirty girl.”
She could easily tell that it was her father speaking, and though she knew that she probably should let them have their fun in private, she just couldn’t help herself. Turning, she delicately began to move toward their open door.
“Fuckin’ pussy is so fucking tight,” her father grunted, the sound of wet flesh squelching into wetter flesh filling the hallway.
“Fuck… yes daddy… yes…” a voice called out.
There was something odd about that voice, but it didn’t seem to track with her what it was that made her think that. She crept closer, moving within a few feet and pausing at one of the spots in the floor that would creak loudly, something she’d known since she was a kid.
“God, you fuck me so good, daddy!” the feminine voice called out.
She quickly realized that the woman’s voice was her mother’s, it just sounded odd, higher pitched maybe. She’d heard of girls calling their sexual partners “daddy” as a form of submissiveness, but her parents doing so was a new one to her.
She lifted her foot to make the short jump to the “safe spot” in the floor that she knew wouldn’t creak but paused when she heard her mother speak again.
“God that’s so hot, daddy,” she said.
A moment later, she made the leap and gripped the door, gingerly peering around it to see what was going on. Perched on his knees, her father was hammering his cock downward in great strokes, pounding it deep into a very wet, very noisy pussy. But it wasn’t the sight of her parent’s fucking that had given her pause.
Her mother was wearing Jessie’s work uniform.
“Oh… my… fucking… God…” she whispered, closing her eyes and moaning softly at the surging arousal inside of her.
“Fuck me, daddy!” her mother cried out, her legs pulled back up near her shoulders, both of her hands clutching at her thighs and holding them open wide to give him easy access.
She suddenly realized that her mother calling him “Daddy” likely had nothing to do with her being submissive. A million questions flooded into Jessie’s mind, the most prominent one being, “What the fuck?”
“God, baby, you’re such a good little girl,” her father groaned. “Good girl, Jessie. Good girl.”
She jerked in surprise, almost diving back down the hallway when she heard her name.
She looked up at her father’s face expecting him to be looking right at her, but he was still focusing on her mother. A silent form moved up behind her and a warm hand slid over her mouth as she watched the scene unfolding. Two masculine hands came around her body and roughly gripped both of her tits, squeezing as an erection slid between her thighs.
Her mother was wearing her Double D’s uniform! That alone was surprising, but the thought of her mother pretending to be Jessie herself and letting her father fuck her was so incredibly arousing that Jessie could barely stifle the moans of pleasure that the revelations she was experiencing were causing.
“Is daddy enjoying fucking his little girl?” her mother asked between cries of pleasure.
Vaguely aware of her brother’s erection, she slid a hand between her legs to try and coax him into her pussy, though she realized one of his hands was currently occupying that spot.
“Fuck… gonna make me cum so fuckin’ hard,” he groaned. “Such good girl… taking care of your family like you do.”
Another shudder coursed through her, her arousal at a boiling point. It was almost like he was addressing her directly. She whimpered softly, wanting to drink in every moment of the scene playing out before her that she could.
Jake gripped her arm suddenly, squeezing for a second before he roughly spun her around and kissed her hard on the lips. She moaned, trying to lift her legs to get them around his thighs so he could take her, but he wasn’t letting that happen, the bastard.
She felt the gentlest pressure on her shoulder and dropped to her knees, her lips cascading around his cock and driving it deep into her mouth and throat. He pushed against her, driving her back and putting her head against the doorframe with a not-so-subtle thud. She felt him drag both of her arms up, then felt him pin them up against the wall above her head with a single hand. With a moan of pleasure, she tried to see what was going on with her parents but was unsuccessful. Her brother continued to push in and out of her mouth and throat, never slowing as he fucked her effortlessly.
“God… you are so fucking hot, Jessie,” her dad moaned loudly.
“Oh… daddy… fuck,” her mother cried.
Warmth flooded into her mouth and throat, her brother cumming hard as he buried the full length inside of her. She started to shake, her pleasure overwhelming her and making her quiver from the blissful sensations.
“Get over here and swallow daddy’s cum, baby,” her father barked, the sound of him fucking her mother changing to one of him stroking his cock furiously.
Jake finally finished pumping his load into his little sister and eased himself out, dragging her up and turning her around to face the scene in their parent’s room. Cum drenching her face and lips, she slathered her tongue around catching what she could as she refocused on the scene.
She saw her mother on her knees now, her father splayed back onto the bed. She had her mouth locked around his cock, stroking and sucking as he wriggled underneath her pleasure torment.
“Fuck!” he cried out, her mother whimpering for a moment as Jessie suddenly realized he was cumming.
“God… dammit,” he groaned. “Fuck… yes… Jessie…”
“Come on,” Jake whispered. “Before they see us.”
He began to pull her away. She didn’t resist, though she desperately wanted to keep watching. The last thing she saw was her father pulling her mother’s face down further, grunts of pleasure from both of them accompanying the sight of his glistening cock plunging deep into her throat.
*****
Dex
Monday morning…
It wasn’t that work was hell or anything. It was more that it was just very, very busy. He enjoyed his work, of course. He wouldn’t be working there if he didn’t. Several projects were in progress, and he still had his normal queue of tickets to work through.
Waking up early Monday morning, he realized immediately that he needed to get going to get home in time to get clean and get out the door to class and work on time. Sliding out of bed, he managed to get up without waking Jessie. As he was getting his clothes in in the darkness, he knew that he should let her know that he was leaving.
After gently waking her enough so that she would hopefully remember him saying goodbye, he let her know that he was headed home and that he loved her. Satisfied that she’d heard him, he told her goodbye and went to the living room where Jack was laying on the couch.
He gently kicked his brother’s knee with his foot, causing him to grumble in response.
“I’m headed out,” Dex said quietly. “You good?”
“Mmm,” Jack muttered. “Couch sucks.”
Dex smirked and looked back at the hallway toward the bedrooms.
“Jessie’s bed has room for you,” he said. “Go lay in there with her.”
“Mmm,” Jack muttered groggily.
Leaving it at that, Dex patted his brother on the shoulder and stood, heading out the door.
Driving home a few minutes later, he mused about the potential things that would happen if his brother actually did go get in bed with Jessie.
He wasn’t naïve, or a fool, and what’s more; he knew his girlfriend. Jessie would more than likely initiate some sort of foreplay which would end up with her sucking his dick, or given recent events, her having some form of sex with him.
He smirked to himself, thinking about how recently he might have been concerned about that prospect, but now he just felt a wistfulness that he would be hearing about it second-hand instead of being able to watch.
Part of him even wanted to be able to make a bet with someone about what form the inevitable intimacy between his girlfriend and his brother would take. There wasn’t anyone, of course, so he simply went over the various sexual misadventures she could get in to and decided to make a bet with himself, just to see if he could guess correctly.
“Jack is still a little hesitant, I think,” he said to the empty vehicle. “So… I think it will just be a blowjob for him, but John will probably hear things and come in to investigate. He’s a fuckin’ hound, so he’ll end up fucking her ass. Then Donna will join in and make Jessie eat her pussy.”
He nodded, sure of his guesses and promised himself that he would remember when he saw Jessie again.
He stopped at home to shower and get his things, then left to drop his stuff off at work before heading to class. Once that was over with, he went back to work and got started, the day just growing longer and longer as time wore on.
He spoke to Jessie around lunch, and though she let him know that Jack was screwing around with her while they were on the phone, he didn’t think to ask about her morning and what had transpired. She let him know that she was giving Donna and John some time alone, and Dex wondered if it had something to do with John wanting to propose. There wasn’t anyway to be sure about that, though.