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Chapter 4 by Squelchapron Squelchapron

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Dinner and a show

After the mail (and my asshole) was all opened up, James quickly left. I ended the stream soon after, ignoring a few questions about whether I preferred the packages my audience sent, or the one my assistant had stuffed in my butt.

Alone in my formerly-secure basement sanctum, I began the arduous task of cleaning up the puddles of jizz that we'd left behind. Most of James's loads had ended up inside me, so I just wiped my thighs with some tissues, threw on an old pair of boxers, and called it a day. My own cum was a different story: it was splattered all over the damn place, from my $400 gaming chair to the wall to my favorite "chilling at home in the summer months" flip-flops.

Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly summertime. As I wiped the floor with another wad of tissues, a sense of dread began to creep up on me as I remembered that tomorrow was a school day. First Ace, then James... I have to assume the boys at school will be just as willing to violate me--Or even COMPELLED to. How the hell does this work, anyway?

While I pondered the ins-and-outs of my predicament, my hands were running on automatic. I finished cleaning up and bundled up the two wads of tissues: the right full of my jizz, while the left was dripping with James's seed.

I was pulled out of my daydream by yet another a horrifying realization: my left hand was drifting towards my mouth.

"What the fuck," I gasped, dropping the sticky mess that I had been slowly and unconsciously moving to my lips. Jesus, what am I doing? What would I have DONE?

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), my thoughts were interrupted by a shout from upstairs: "Felix! DINNER!"

Mom sounded impatient, so I swallowed down by worries for the time being. Hands shaking, I re-collected the soiled tissues, threw them in a garbage can, and headed upstairs.


"Finally," Mom sighed, the moment I stepped into the kitchen. Her abruptness caught me off-guard: Anne Lasker was generally an easygoing woman, and she loved eating dinner with her boys. But today she looked weary, and a little bit irritated. "Wait... Isn't James with you?"

"He left about an hour ago," I said, taking a seat at the table. Ace was already sitting on the other side, and he was staring at me... Not that I could bring myself to meet his gaze directly, after our last encounter.

"Ugh!" Another exasperated sigh from Mom as she served out three bowls of penne alfredo. "I thought he'd be here for dinner--And I told Ace not to interrupt you two. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to fluff while I'm trying to cook?"

Before I could tell her that I didn't even know what the hell that meant, Ace leapt to my defense: "Relax, Mom... He's here now. C'mere and get your dinner."

I was confused for a moment: after all, Mom was the one holding everyone's food. But after a couple seconds, I realized he was talking to me. "Uh... You mean..."

"Cock first, pasta later," he grunted, moving his hand beneath the table. Peering beneath it, I saw that he was beginning to jack off--But clearly he was already up to something before I arrived. His cock was rock-hard, wet, and shiny--Coated with spit or pre-cum, maybe.

"I..." I gulped, still bent slightly in my chair to stare under the table. "You want me to..."

"Yeah, dingus! C'mon... The longer you take, the colder your second meal's gonna get."

Almost without thinking, I slipped out of my chair and kneeled on the floor. My mind was racing and my limbs were unsteady, but they seemed determined to move me forward. As I crawled ever-so-slowly between my brother's legs, I heard the clunk-clunk-clunk of Mom setting down three plates above my head.

"It doesn't have to be his second meal," she said, her tone more teasing than accusatory. "You could always just facefuck him after supper."

"Meh, I like busting a nut while I eat," Ace replied. Then suddenly he stopped jerking off, his hand darting out to grab the back of my head instead. Before I could react he was pulling me closer--And somehow I just couldn't bring myself to resist, to pull away, to do anything to stop what was about to happen.

Happen again.

"Ungh... That's the stuff..." **** for an escape, I tried to focus on sounds instead of sensations. The clink of cutlery as they started eating... Mom giggling at her older son's enthusiasm... The gulk, gulk, gulk of Ace pummeling my mouth, trying his best to--Mmmgh--GUUULCH--Break the flimsy barrier to my throat...

...Yeah, that strategy didn't work too well.

Occasionally he would take a break, letting me pull away from his thick, slimy cock as he focused on his meal for a few seconds. Most of the time I spent them gasping for air, but during one of those brief moments of respite I decided to advocate for myself.

"Ace... Mgh... W-why are you doing this?"

"Huh?" He seemed confused by the question. "'Cause I need to cum."

"I--I mean--Why me? Why c-can't I stop you? And Mom, why don't you... You... How are you okay with this?"

"Are you feeling alright, dear?" Mom leaned beneath the table, her expression concerned as she examined my (rather messy) face. "Your brother's just emptying his balls... Is this about something else?"

"What? No, I--Gmph..." I had to pause as Ace took a few brief thrusts between my lips. "...Guh... N-no... It d-doesn't make sense..."

"Oh dear..." The next thing I knew, she was placing the back of her hand against my forehead. "...Huh. You seem fine--Must just be a mood. Hormones, maybe." She gave me a sad little smile. "Go ahead, Ace. I'm sure he'll be fine."

"I wasn't about to stop," he replied cheekily, his grip growing tighter. "C'mon, little man! Let's get this sword in the stone, huh? To the hilt."

Of all the things that had happened throughout that insane day, hearing my brother use our favorite childhood Disney movie as a metaphor for facefucking me was just about the last straw. I felt like I was going to cry--

--But I didn't. In fact, the overwhelming sadness and terror left my mind just moments later, as Ace shoved his cock balls-deep in my throat. I was still nervous, mind you, and confused... But I didn't feel quite so violated. Maybe it was exhaustion, or even hunger, but with every vigorous, gullet-stretching thrust, I felt more and more at-peace with the situation.

Of course, he didn't have to keep pounding me for long. My brother's grunts grew louder, and then he shouted something incoherent to Mom--But she must've understood, because she leapt to her feet and grabbed something...

...Which turned out to be my bowl. Through watering eyes I saw a full serving of penne alfredo being held up beside my bulging cheeks. I didn't have long to examine it, however, as I felt the first pump of gooey, salty jizz blast into my throat... Then the next in my mouth, as he pulled out... The third splashed against my already-dripping-wet lips... But the fourth Ace re-directed, coating my pasta with the latter half of his impressively-large load.

"Hah, barely made it," my Mom said somewhat proudly, as she held the dish steady for her son to jizz on.

"You should thank her," Ace mumbled, breathing heavily as he squeezed one final drop of semen onto my food. "You won't have to scrub the floor tonight!"

Not this one, anyway, I thought. But in spite of everything, I stammered through a reply: "...Th-thanks, Mom..."

"And you should thank me, too."

"...Why?"

"For the sauce, dummy," he chuckled, slapping his sticky cock against my cheek.

"I..." There was so much I wanted to say... No, so much I wanted to scream. But the best I could do was: "...I... No, I don't wanna... I don't want to eat that, Ace."

Not a sentence I ever expected to hear coming out of my mouth... But then again, a lot of unexpected stuff had come in and out of my mouth on that fateful day.

Ace rolled his eyes. "C'mon, it's just semen. It's an alfredo, anyway... Goes pretty good."

"I'm not making you anything else," Mom said matter-of-factly. "And I'm definitely not scraping Ace's load onto it. Look, it's already mixing with the sauce! Too late to move it to another dish, so don't even think about microwaving a pizza."

It wasn't the dish beneath the cum that I was objecting too, but nevertheless, I could tell that I was beaten. Crawling to my feet, I took my place back at the table... Just in time for Mom to plop down the jizz-coated pasta.

Both she and Ace were already almost done eating. After they finished cleaning up and left the room, I had some much-needed alone time. I could've dumped the pasta in the trash can the moment they were gone... But somehow that thought didn't occur to me until after I swallowed the very last creamy white bite.

It... Well, honestly, it wasn't that bad. I'm not saying I loved it, or even liked it, but... Let's just say that the experience of "eating a plateful of lukewarm penne covered in my brother's sperm" exceeded my expectations somewhat.

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