Breakfast at home

You look past your father, still shamelessly groping your chest, and see his nearly finished plate of pancakes. You seriously doubt he has any intention of getting you breakfast on the way to his work, especially since he has already apparently eaten. Probably would just expect you to suck his dick the whole ride and consider the resulting load down your throat a "breakfast" for you. Might as well actually get something to eat first.

"I guess I'll take some pancakes. Thanks, mom." You say sheepishly, sidestepping your father on your way to the dining room table. He curses under his breath and adjusts his crotch very obviously as you pass by.

"Alright sweetie, but eat fast, I'm already nearly late." Your father says, returning to his chair. As you sit down, Pete immediately reaches over with his free hand to grab a breast under the jacket while still jerking his cock under the table with the other.

"Pete don't jerk off at the table! If you want to give your sister a donation, go give it to her." Your mother shouts from the kitchen while beginning to cook your pancakes. Pete looks angry for a moment, but within seconds he is standing beside you, his throbbing erection pointed threateningly inches from your face. You groan slightly, but begin dutifully fellating your brother while waiting for breakfast.

"Ugh, I wanted to donate too! I'm definitely gonna be late." You father says, watching Pete take control of your head and forcing himself deeper into your throat as you gag.

"Don't worry dear, I'll blow you again after I finish cooking Sarah's breakfast." Your mother says casually, flipping a pancake.

"I don't have time for that! And you know how stupid Sarah has been acting lately! Don't you have a feeder appointment later? And I already gave you one today!" Your father shouts back all the excuses he can think of to justify to himself making his daughter suck him off rather than his wife. He stands beside you, grabbing your hand to place his dick in it while Pete continues to hammer your face with ever greater intensity. Your mother shrugs as you try to concentrate on jerking your father while gagging violently on your brother.

"You know, I think she's such an idiot cause she gags too much. The guys at school would rather donate to the hotter girls with deeper throats." Pete says, twisting your head between his hands to intensify your retching and prove his point.

Your father reaches over, grabs your ponytail, and pulls. After a small tug of war with your head Pete finally lets go, dislodging him from your throat along with a waterfall of saliva down your chest. Before you can catch a single breath, your father is in your mouth trying to **** his considerably greater length down your throat with even more **** than your brother. Your gags intensify.

"I see what you mean, Pete." Dad says, still fighting against your tight resistance to cram his remaining length inside. As your nose finally meets his pelvis, he holds you down tightly, waiting for your gags to stop before letting you up. You try to take your mind off of it by jerking your brother faster. "There! See? She just needs a little practice."

"I dunno, dad. The girls at school can take it like this..." Pete takes control of your head again, not allowing a chance to breathe before brutalizing your throat in the most gag inducing way he can. You take the bulk of it fairly well, now accustomed to your father's larger cock, but still occasionally heave from it.

They take turns seeing who can make you **** the loudest, while you try to focus on the hand jobs so they finish as quickly as possible. Your father wins easily, gagging you with much less effort, and Pete sees a way to quickly get his ****.

While your father has his turn abusing you, Pete allows himself to cum from your absentminded handy without telling you first. Two shots fire into your hair while the rest oozes down to your nice new jacket before he gives a "Ugnnn uh... I'm gonna... uh... cum... ahem" as though he was warning you well after the fact.

Dad lets you go to suck out the remainder of your donation from your brother, much too late for more than a few weak drops on the tongue. He groans with satisfaction as you suck him dry.

"Dammit Peter! You did that on purpose!" Your mother says as she places your freshly made pancakes down in front of you. She quickly gets to work licking the missed medicine from your clothes and sucking it out of your hair while your father begins to angrily scold him.

"Ugh, I can't take you to work like this! I'm already gonna be late at this point, even if you don't get cleaned up!"

Your mother has finished licking it up by the time your brother releases you, giving you just enough time to let her spit in your mouth before dad forces it down your throat with his cock. He gruffly takes out his frustration on your face for a moment while thinking of what to do.

"Fine! I'm calling in today. We'll just have a daddy-daughter day at home!" Your father shouts triumphantly, releasing his hold on you to regain your breath for the first time in this whole ordeal. He tucks his cock back into his pants as he begins to leave the table. "Come meet me in my office after breakfast, Pumpkin. I think I know what we'll do. It'll be fun!"

Bet it's not, you think. Jeez, all that for half a dose, spit into your mouth by your mother. And now your father wants to brutalize you all day? Great. Your throat already hurts.

As mom walks away to punish Pete for cumming on you, you try to eat your pancakes, finding it difficult to swallow after all the ****.

What do you want to do now?