Come and get it

"Good morning." I announced as I left the bedroom.

"H-hi LiaaAm!"

"Mornin' Son!"

The two voices both came from the kitchen and both sounded out of breath. Whatever they were making must have needed at lot of work.

"What are you guys making?" I asked. Walking over towards them.

"I'm having a slice of some delicious cake right now." Nolan grunted. Talking over the sound of a repetitive slapping, or clapping noise? It sounded like he was rhythmical pounding a slab of meat to tenderise it, but that didn't make any sense. We didn't even have an meat around for him to use for breakfast.

"What's with the..." My voice faded as I saw something.

Down by the couch Nolan has been sleeping on... was filthy. Used condoms littered the area, dumped onto the floor or thrown onto the walls without any care. Most were still half filled with his... uughh... cum...

To make things even worse, the couch was absolutely soaked. In sweat, cum and God knows what else. I don't know how Nolan got any sleep out here. The stench of cum and sex was probably burned into the couch now. Stained beyond all hope hope of restoration.

This was not acceptable. I didn't care what he was going through or how he normally treated his home. This was my apartment, and I wasn't going to let him treat it like this!

"KiyyaaAaAAHHh!" Sarah shouted from the kitchen. Sending me rushing after her.

"What's going!.. on." Sarah stumbled towards me as I entered the kitchen. Falling out of her father's arms with a dazed look in her eyes.

Nothing seemed wrong though. She seemed happy? Blissful? Yet her legs were so weak she couldn't stand without me holding her up.

"Oohhh Daddy." She purred while nuzzling my chest.

"How do you like your eggs Liam?" Nolan asked me. Grabbing a frying pan and getting to work cracking eggs. Still completely naked, his cock was at least only half hard this time. Although disturbingly it looked wet. Glistening as if he'd just had it covered in lube, or something else wet? Given the mess he left in the living room, I wasn't sure I wanted to know why it was like that.

"Scrambled." Sarah answered for me. "Just like I am."

Sarah did look like a bit of a mess. Her hair was messy and and her eyes looked dazed, as if she was still half asleep. She mustn't have slept very well last night. The poor girl had probably been to stressed and worried to get any rest.

"Why don't you get back into bed? I can bring you breakfast." I put my arms around her, feeling how warm her bare back was. I would have figured she would be cold wearing nothing but an apron, but I guess not. Was her body just better at maintaining it's heat? Maybe a trait gained from her family's apparent nudism?

"Sorry Liam, I ain't done with her yet." Nolan said. Slapping Sarah's ass while he continued to make eggs.

"Ouch! Daddy!" Sarah giggled. Taking the sexual gesture as if he had just tussled her hair.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and clean up out there?" Nolan said, pointing out the kitchen door with the one hand that wasn't still holding Sarah's ass. That prolonged contact felt weird to me, but Sarah didn't seem to mind. She still just looked so tired, her eyes rolling back a little and losing focus.

"You want me to clean all that... stuff... up?" I nearly gagged at the thought of it. He couldn't seriously expect me to be the one to clean all his filth up?

"You got a problem with that?" Nolan said over the sizzling sound of the eggs cooking. "The man of the house gave you an order."

Okay, this was not what I agreed to! In fact, thinking about it now, I wasn't really sure what I had agreed to, but If this is the kind of shit Nolan would pull then we were going to have a serious problem.

"I'm not-"

"It's OooKkaay Liam~" Sarah's arms gripped me tighter and her voice was shaky. "I- Uughh... I'll come... come... come help yoOou sOoOonnuugh."

I really hated the idea of agreeing to this without even putting up a fight, Nolan would only get more demanding if I did, but Sarah... sweet loving Sarah. Even a hint of conflict between me and Nolan seemed to make her panic. Her anxiety must have been really bad for it to physically affect her like this. She was quivering in my arms, probably only able to stand because she was clinging onto me and being held up by Nolan's hand that still rested on her bare ass.

"Okay... fine. I'll get started on it." I kissed Sarah on the lips and felt the pressure in her body explode. What was meant to be a quick peck on the lips turned into a deep, passionate kiss as Sarah held my body to hers and **** her tongue inside me. Her fingernails were digging into my back, and it was a little awkward with Nolan standing right there, but I couldn't complain. Feeling all the love she felt for me behind the kiss made tolerating Nolan feel worth it.

After a moment where her legs buckled against me, Sarah finally broke away from the kiss. Letting her sloppy tongue flop out of her mouth, a wave of relief washing over her now that I wasn't going to argue with her father.

"That was... incredible~" Sarah was panting, drool still dripping from her mouth.

"You were pretty good yourself." I nuzzled my head against hers. Feeling a confidence boost from the complement to my kissing skills.

"You kids warm this old man's heart." Nolan chuckled. "But another part of me needs some warming now."

"Of course Daddy!" Sarah cooed. Idly putting a finger in her mouth and sucking on it. "I'll be out soon Liam. You get started on the cleaning, kay?"

"Kay." I said back. Still not to enthused about this, but feeling a lot better now.

As I left the kitchen, Sarah turned to face her dad and I caught a glimpse of her ass. So perfect, plump and round with just enough cellulite to make my mouth water. It was only when I stepped outside that I realised what I had just seen. Between Sarah's thighs, just below her crotch. A trail of wetness leaking down her legs...

I couldn't believe it. With just a kiss, I had gotten her that wet!

Even more confident in my sexual prowess, I began gathering everything I would need to clean up Nolan's mess. As disgusting as this was going to be, I felt good knowing it would at least make Sarah happy. And if Sarah being happy meant more kisses like that? Then I was going to be very happy indeed.