A Family Breakfast

Bee delighted in the previously unperceived sexual pleasure of being home.

Two more of her siblings had stayed the night, the temptation to wake them and aggressively show the families new closeness abated by the Idol’s enhanced link to Bee and her mother.

Aldo was thus satiated with being occupied by them in the kitchen, as much as he had wanted to wake Kaili with his cock they convinced him she just wasn’t ready for that yet.

Bee moaned into her mother’s mouth, grateful for the lips muffling her pleasure as she held herself up over the kitchen table. They only had a half hour to play after getting home, and they were making the most of it.

Bee kept her eyes closed, embracing the firm grips massaging her breasts, squeezing them from the base down, spurts and droplets of dark grey milk pooling in bowls placed beneath them. The warm press of her father’s body and weight across her back, his raging hot and hard cock sandwiched by their bodies between her ass cheeks.

It was a feat of self control they weren’t fucking.

Instead they were doing like all families should. They were preparing to have breakfast together. Bee clenched her blessed nipple piercings between her hand and the table as she struggled to keep quiet, wondering when her mother would next check to see if they had enough milk.

What Bee didn’t know was her mother had already seen enough milk extruded from her daughter for her family’s favourite buttermilk pancakes. She was just using extra time they had for personal pleasure, and bonus milk. Maybe for cookies later.

As her phone buzzed on the table in silent alarm Tamara and Aldo sighed deeply in disappointment, Bee barely avoiding spilling the milk as she collapsed and breathed heavily, swearing to herself she was going to get ravaged first fucking chance she got.

Glancing at the glass mixing bowls Bee marvelled at the bounty of her gift, clearly more than her mother needed for breakfast, but arguably enjoyed by all in its extraction.

“Time to take turns in the shower and get dressed.” Tamara instructed looking sternly at her husband. “I mean it, no fucking until everyone has headed out for the day.”

Bee knew why she didn’t need to be told, her father unlike them was just blindly corrupted. The Idol’s influence over him limited to basic physical changes, enhanced libido, and compromised morals.

Sal snarled at his alarm clock, as it mockingly reminded him of its deliberate position. Just out of arms reach. Leaning out from the bed he strived to swat the snooze… only to fall with a hard thud to the floor. A disgruntled debating transpiring in his head, commending the good job placing the cursed device, while also wishing he had put it just within reach.

Submitting his sleeps defeat to the wailing call of the week day siren, Sal slowly sat up and glanced about his room. Begrudingly getting up Sal dragged out his clothes for the day, throwing them on lazily before meandering out into the hall and over to the bathroom.

He could hear the shower just shutting off, his mind struggling to think of who else could possibly be up this early.

Sal worked the opening shift at the local garage. That mean despite his 10 minutes drive to open vehicle drop off at 7, he had to get out of bed by 6. In reality he should be getting up at 5:30, but who was he to argue over half an hour sleep.

As the door opened Sal found himself jostled from his sleep hazed consciousness as Bee bumped right into him coming out of the bathroom. The unexpected collision causing her to drop the towel that had been held around her chest.

Sal fumbled to apologize for the collision only to find himself drawn to the round fake looking C cups that appeared almost inflated on Bee’s chest, the flat stomach and cleanly shave pussy causing him with question what he was doing, why he had no control on his gaze.

“Seeing something you like?” The sarcasm had a tinge of allure, seductively sounding inviting while overtly mocking the pause between them, making Sal suddenly aware of what he was looking at.

“Sorry.. sorry.. so…” Sal scrambled down to grab and lift the towel blindly to hand back to his sister, his eyes inadvertently drifting to the smooth mons sitting about some still glistening wet pussy lips.

“Whatever perv. Mom's got breakfast waiting.” Bee snidely remarked snatching the towel, a grin of delight at how well that went crossing her face as she marched off to her room, towle thrown over her shoulder as her ass swayed invitingly with each confident step.

Sal was stuck wondering when her tits got so big, how perfect her stomach, pussy and ass seemed. What the fuck am I thinking, he resoundingly thought trying to stop the rampant thoughts, That's my sister.

Brushing his teeth he stormed down the stairs, regretting not having dodged his sister crashing into him. The image of her nude form stuck in his head as he considered that she was just as much to blame, if not more so.

Wandering into the kitchen the scent of breakfast assailed his nose, quickly getting his stomach rumbling in revolt at the initial intentions of just grabbing a coffee and a donut on the way in.

“You aren’t sneaking out this morning without breakfast.” His mother’s stern warning had him paused in his tracks as he moved toward the back door.

“I really should get going though…” Sal responded, thinking about his morning routine as he gazed upon the plate of food set out for him, feeling its temptation.

“Your mother got up early today, just to do something nice for you and your sisters. Sit and eat.” Aldo chimed in, his aggravated voice making Sal wonder just what had his father so disgruntled.

Aldo had already called in sick to his job, he and the wife had a day of fucking planned. But it had to wait until the kids left, even though they could watch or join in as far as he was concerned.

Quickly setting to work shovelling the food in his mouth, Sal couldn’t help but feel a strange sinking sensation. Even though his stomach and mouth seemed enthused by the unexpected satiating meal. Fidgeting in his chair Sal stopped to adjust his hardening cock, his mind stuck thinking about Bee’s tits again.

Looking around the room he question how young and good looking his parents were. Admitting to himself he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed sooner, as he tried to shake the thought of his mother’s shapely ass alongside the image of his naked sister.

As series of footstep energetically thundered down the stairs, followed by some slower more subdued heavier steps.

“Got Kaili up.” Bee remarked entering the kitchen and plonking down opposite Sal. A strained white tank top reminding Sal quite clearly what he had gazed upon. “Didn’t get enough of a look earlier?” Bee snarked as Kaili slowly staggered in.

Sal averted his gaze staring down feeling embarassed, his strangely nearly empty plate welcoming his eyes as he felt a strange craving for milk, something he swore he hadn’t drunk in ages.

Kaili plopped down, her silk camisole catching Sal's eye for a change.

As their mother leaned between Kaili and Sal to deliver her daughter’s breakfast there was no mistaking the strong scent of sex.

Breathing it in deeply Sal shook his head, his mind racing with thoughts of Bee naked, stripping his mother, and even seeing Kaili's outfit being shed.

Glancing at the time he hustled for the door, “Shit. I REALLY got to get going. Thanks for breakfast!” Sal rambled grabbing his boots and just running out to the car. Breathing deeply in relief at having just fled the temptation.

Kaili watched as the door closed feeling completely perplexed, “What’s his problem?” She asked relishing the light fluffy taste of the pancakes.

“Who cares. More for us.” Bee chimed in as her mother joined them at the table.