Bernie sees Gary and Veevee take a facial from Hank

Bernie heard Gary and his parents in the kitchen. She took a deep breath and approached slowly, not wanting to interrupt them if they were talking about last night, about Lil or boundaries or getting back to something more normal. But that was not what she heard.

"Paint his FACE, Hank!" Veevee called out.

Bernie froze. Her heart thumped as she watched. Last night's breaking of all boundaries had continued into the next day.

Gary sat at the kitchen table with his mother. Gary's father stood close by, stroking his cock. Hank's last stroke ended with a tight grip. His cock head swelled, erupting with thick laces of seed to paint his wife and son's faces. Veevee looked purely delighted, laughing as Hank's cock spurted again and again. Gary looked dazed but happy, a look Bernie had seen many times, usually soon after an orgasm.

Bernie swallowed, watching them quietly. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears.

The morning sun shone through the kitchen window on a scene from a dream. Veevee was licking her husband's semen from her son's face. Gary was trembling. Hank bowed his head, breathing deeply, his erection softening in his grip.

"I love it when everybody comes," Veevee said. "I love you, Gary. I love you, Hank."

"I love you, Mom," Gary said. Veevee leaned in to lick a drop of seed from his ear. "Ooh that tickles!"

Hank grunted.

Bernie felt herself tingling all over. Was she part of this, this morning? Or was she outside the circle? But she remembered. One of the hottest things I've ever seen. I came like three times watching Bernie fucking Dad and eating Mom's pussy, Lil had told Gary. And to tell the truth, she had encouraged Gary to console his sister sexually. Lil had said how much she envied how sweet her brother was to her, and, well, when Bernie had said she wouldn't actually mind sharing, Lil had jumped at it. Bernie had had to convince Gary it was okay with her. And that was what Hank and Veevee had walked in on.

No boundaries.

Bernie had started the wheels turning, and had had sex with each of them. And they were still going. So she was in. She was part of this. Bernie steadied her breathing and decided how she was going to greet this fine summer day. She pulled off her nightshirt, more comfortable going nude, the way she and her mother did at home, and stepped into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Bernie said, smiling at Gary and his parents. "I love you. It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day."

"Good morning, Bernie," Hank said. His face had the suggestion of a blush. "I certainly hope so. Hope we'll get a chance to unpack."

"Good morning, Bernie!" Veevee said. "Now you know Naughty Veevee." She hugged Gary with one arm around her son's shoulders. "And Can't Say No Gary."

"Mom," Gary complained.

"Don't deny it, son," Veevee said. "Tell Bernie you love her, huh?"

Gary met her eyes, looking worried.

Bernie aimed a smile at him. "I love you, Gary. You. As much as ever. I love you."

He relaxed. "I love you so much, Bernie," he said.

Bernie laughed. "Just try not to surprise me like that," she said. "You've fucked your mom twice and your sister again since you've been with me."

"And his dad!" Veevee added. "Or rather, his dad fucked him. Twice!"

Bernie made a face. I can't believe it, oh I guess I can.

All of them laughed, Gary joining in a beat late.

"Can I help with breakfast?" Bernie asked.

"Well, Bernie," Veevee said. "That would be kind of you, since none of us have had any actual food yet. Hank, Gary? To the showers, scoot. Bernie, let me set up a pot of coffee and point you to the food, so I can get a wash-up. We could even do breakfast out of the freezer, make it easy, unless you like running a frypan with your tits hanging out."

Bernie laughed. "Either way. I can grab my nightshirt, and maybe you have an apron?"

"Just a sec, I really should wash my hands and face," Veevee said. She went to the kitchen sink and washed away the traces of Hank's load from her face, dabbed a kitchen towel over her son's double load leaking from her pussy, and washed her hands well. She set up the coffee pot, gave Bernie an apron to drape over the nightshirt that only half-covered her bush and butt, and went over the breakfast options.

"Got it," Bernie said.

"You're so sweet, thank you, Bernie," Veevee said. "Can I kiss you?"

Bernie and Veevee shared a hug and a long kiss, then Veevee left Bernie in charge of moving breakfast along.