Breakfast with the family

You bound down the stairs, breasts nearly flying out of your top in the process, and stop to collect yourself for a moment before strolling lightly into the kitchen. You feel two pairs of lecherous eyes begin to devour your body as you walk into the room. Your father and brother shift uncomfortably in their seats and pretend not to care about the nearly naked 18 year old sitting next to them.

Though the stigma against fucking your family had been mostly lifted, even in your family, the stigma on being attracted to your family still somehow remained. The thought seemed to be that since you had a degenerative brain disease it was deemed a necessary medical procedure from a caring family. They're fucking you in the ass because you need lifesaving medication to live and they care about you! It's not like they think you're hot or anything. Apparently.

Both men adjusted their crotches near simultaneously, with your brother "adjusting" for an extra several seconds while looking at you from the corner of his eye. You smile at him.

"Good morning, Pete" you say and he quickly pulls his hand out of his sweatpants.

"Mornin'" he mumbles with a glare that softens to a dreamy expression as it never leaves your tits. You give him a pity bounce and he jumps like it startled him.

Your mother puts down three platesand says, "Pete, quit eyefucking your sister, if you wanna give her a dose, do it, but don't act like a creep." Pete turns his head away and furrows his brow slightly. It's not like he didn't want to fuck you, but he hates wasting orgasms on family when there's so many willing girls out there and he didn't want to be spent before he left.

Pete's frown turned back into a smile as your mother places down two coffees and one... apple juice. You notice the grin and glare at your "apple juice". Your mother poured it herself, you saw that much, even poured a glass for herself. It's not like he'd piss in the entire family bottle just to get back at you... right? You attempt to sniff it, but you're unable to tell.

You see your mother downing her glass in the kitchen.