Brian gives you a jackhammer-like face-fuck with his weeny weiner

"C'mon Sue, you know you love to suck. You've gotten tons of my product with that mouth. Spread the wealth or you're cut off."

Product? You file away the idea that Sue's been trading sex for goods. Somehow you'll find out more, but for now it just makes you more turned on to find out that good-sister Sue is secretly a tramp.

"Yeah bitch, see if you can fit this in that mouth of yours," Brian taunts, and you duck your head to head the quirk of your lips as you try not to laugh. Fitting that little finger-sausage of his wouldn't be a problem. The only problem is that you're a guy and so is he. Still, you picture the scene as if you were outside your body, trying to see Sue as if she were a character in one of your games and you're controlling her.

The separation of yourself from Sue's body proves amazingly effective, and your **** fades away as settle on your knees, a position you delight in thinking of as familiar to Sue. She leans forward, her lips - not lush but certainly attractive to any cock - part, and Sue's tongue comes forward to tickle Brian's dickhead. Her tongue, pointed and long (why'd you never notice that before?) licks around the small red head of Brian's manhood, doing a better job of cleaning him than his last shower had.

The fishy smell and unpleasant taste nearly jolt you from the comfort of your detached mentality but you hang on, directing Sue to lean forward and cup his hairy balls while she tongues his pisshole. It's an act you've seen done online, and would love to experience yourself, but once again you only get to see it, from up close and personal this time.

Brian groans, grabbing your hair. "Enough of that shit, I want to be in your fucking mouth, you whore. You're not gonna trick me into cumming like that!"

With his hands in your hair Brian proceeds to give you - Sue, dammit - what he probably thinks of as a vicious face-pounding. It is a little painful for your lips as the short distance between his pelvis and the end of his dick means he's humping your face like a chipmunk on meth. What he lacks in depth he makes up for in thrust, and though your throat is safe from invasion your lips are constantly being compressed against your teeth, then compressed again before they've been able to recover from the last thrust.

Thankfully it isn't long before he's crushing your face against his body and shooting long strings of jism to the back of your throat.

"Swallow that, you fucking cunt. Drink it down like a whore!" he rasps, breathing hard, his balls swinging into your chin as he tries to milk a few more drops out. Almost without thinking you swallow and suck a few remaining drops from his prick before he lets go of your head. "Fuck that was great!" he says, a sentiment you can't exactly share. The act of swallowing a boy's cum has your detachment wobbling on the edge of homophobia.

'It's Sue, not me,' you tells yourself over and over, forcing your mind back into gamer's view, seeing it again as a sex game where you get to control the girl. The unpleasant taste undermines your efforts but you manage to control it and lick your lips like you'd enjoyed drinking his juices.

"Nice cumshot, Bri," you say with a wink for the camera, feeling how bruised your lips are from the face fuck.

"My turn," Calvin says, giving you a start. You'd forgotten he was on the trampoline, and look around at him. Behind him you can see the younger of the locksmiths working on the door, blissfully unaware of the action taking place. If he turned his head around he'd see you crawling on your hands and knees toward the middle brother and his fully unveiled cock.