Brook loves a good family barbecue

It's a fine Summer evening in Lakeville, and the Greenes are about to sit down to a family dinner. Patricia has set the table on the back patio, and William just finished grilling some hamburgers.

William calls the children over, then grimaces as he sees his daughter prance over from the deck chair she's been lounging on. Brook is wearing a microkini--Something that her parents only let her buy on the promise it was for tanning in the privacy of their backyard.

Only now the backyard wasn't exactly "private." Jason is leaning against the sliding doors that led into the kitchen, sipping a cola and openly oggling the slim blonde as she approached the table.

"Hurry up and get changed," William says, trying not to look at his daughter. The microkini barely covers her nipples, and its thong bottom leaves nearly all of her ass exposed as well. "Supper's nearly on the table."

"I'm good," she replies absentmindedly, paying more attention to the fat bulge in Jason's pants than her father's words.

"Um, no. That outfit isn't appropriate for--"

"Relax, dear," Patricia giggles, placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. She's wearing a sun dress, which might've been a little more conservative than her previous getup... If it weren't for the fact that she isn't wearing a bra. Her heavy tits strain against the plunging neckline, leaving acres of cleavage exposed. "She has a job to do, remember? For Jason?"

That final word comes out as a moan, and she leans in close to her husband... If only because she needs something to rub her crotch against.

But it's enough to distract and confound William: by the time he returns to his senses, Brook and Jason are sitting down at the table, side by side. The boy even puts an arm around her, playing with her hair and stroking dangerously close to her nearly-naked breast.

"Coming through!" Again William's attention is pulled away from his daughter's predicament, as Todd comes barelling past with a platter full of sides. The young man is quite the up-and-coming chef, learning more and more recipes from his mother every week.

"Smells delicious," Patricia says, kissing her son on the cheek. "Thanks for taking over for tonight. I was... Busy."

"Mhm," Todd grunts uncomfortably. His mother's lips felt sticky, and they have an odd smell. _Man, what's she been eating? _Pulling away, he sets the food out on the table before going back to retrieve the burgers. "N-no problem, Mom. C'mon, let's eat!"

A few bites into dinner, Jason sets his fork down. "Hey Brook, come with me."

"Okay!" The girl practically leaps out of her chair, then pulls Jason's back for him as he rises to his feet. The bulge in his pants has grown more prominent, visibly stretching the waistband away from his toned midsection.

William raises an eyebrow. "W-wait, what--"

"I just need some relief. You don't want me to do it here, do you? While you eat?"

"Ohgodno," Todd blurts out, at the same time as his mother gives her own soft-spoken reply: "Well, um, you could..."

"Be back in a second." Putting his hand on Brook's tight ass, he leads her inside. As they disappear into the kitchen, the other three members of the Greene family clearly see her stick her hand down the front of the boy's pants...

...But two of them pretend they don't, while the third quietly contemplates putting her hand down her pants.

A few minutes later, Todd hears a gentle thud from inside. Looking up, he doesn't notice anything amiss... Until there's another distant plunk sound, accompanied by a streak of white appearing on the inside of the glass patio door. It's followed by another, along with a very faint grunting noise.

Seconds pass as Todd stares at the long, gooey streaks that are plastered across the door. The wheels in his brain are turning, and he's about to realize what they are--

--When his sister's face suddenly appears, mouth wide and tongue out. Brook begins frantically licking the glass, eyes rolling back as she consumes as much jizz as she can. Then Todd sees something moving just behind her, and her face disappears for a moment as she turns around. Fingers are visible in her flowing hair, gripping her head, moving it back and forth a little... But then they disappear, and she spins back around toward the patio. After quickly licking her lips, Brook gets right back to licking.

Todd visibly flinches as the door beside her slides open, and Jason emerges. He's still pulling up his pants with one hand, while the other reaches out to help Brook to her feet.

For whatever reason, the girl doesn't accept his aid: instead of standing up, she begins crawling on all fours behind him. With a smile and a shrug, Jason pats her head and begins leading her outside by the hair--Not tugging, just gently guiding the cum-drunk girl as they shuffle back to the table.

"B-Brook, oh my God," Patricia gasps: not horrified, just surprised.

"Jason, this is... You can't..." William steels himself, getting his thoughts in order. "...This wasn't part of the deal."

"What do you mean?" Jason is standing just a few feet away from the table, and a wet spot is visible on his pants--Just above the knee. Brook notices it, and immediately kneels beside him to lick her way up the damp fabric.

"The girls are supposed to be helping you with their... Their appearance," William continues. "This isn't... What did you do to her?"

"I think you mean 'what did she do to me,'" Jason says, ruffling Brook's hair as she continues sucking the stray jizz from his pants. "Don't worry. Just a little lapdance to get me going. We barely touched."

She's practically blowing you right now, Todd thinks, fidgeting nervously as his sister tries to fellate Jason through his clothing. What were you doing in THERE, when nobody was watching?

But he isn't brave enough to say the words, nor is William up for an argument. The older man nods slowly, then looks away. "Well... It's done now. Come sit down and eat."

"I'm full," Brook replies immediately. "But this scalp massage is really nice... Maybe I'll just stay down here for a bit?"

"Go ahead," Jason replies, before anyone else has a chance to forbid it. Then he casually plops back down into his chair, spreading his legs as Brook crawls beneath the table.

As the family (well, most of the family) goes back to their food, Todd spies Jason fiddling with his waistband... As though he's readjusting it, maybe even pushing it down--

"Oh! I forgot the condiments," Patricia says suddenly, rushing off towards the kitchen.

"Wha--The ketchup's right here, and we've got--"

"I've got a bunch of special mayos in the fridge--Or aiolis, if you're fancy," she replies happily. "I've been experimenting with some new recipes!" As she approaches the patio door, she glances at the white stain that's oozing down the glass. "...I might even make a fresh one. Be right back!"