Dinner and then Sex

I laid back in the bed and sighed. I could hear my dad cursing from downstairs.

Susan cuddled next to me, resting her head on my chest. Now that I'd taken her cherry, she knew I was the closest thing to a husband she would ever have and was trying to make the best of it.

I spent the next few hours exploring my sister's body. Suckling her tits. Groping her firm ass. Probing her sweet holes. I'd never played with dolls growing up, but now I had a life size one to do with as I pleased. My dick was rock hard the hole time, but I held off cumming. The doctor had warned me about over exertion. Apparently, over fucking killed as many EDP's as "missing" sex.

"Sweetie, the meatloaf is ready." My mom called for me.

Susan and I put on our clothes and walked downstairs. It felt stupid dressing, knowing we were just going to have to get naked again in another half-hour to fuck. Maybe our family dress code needed a little adjustment. For the sake of convince.

We all sat around the dining room table. My father refused to acknowledge me or Susan as we ate. The subject of me being an EDP seemed to be taboo at are household as my dad cut off any attempts by my sister Mary-Ann to ask how I was feeling. Instead, he went into a rant. Rattled on and on about how Communist ideas were going to be the **** of our country. How men should be expected to stand on their own in this world, not be coddled by "poorly considered" laws. Which was his way of saying, the family should just let me die and move on. Bastard!

I knew how to show him. My three hours was almost up. Soon I'd have to have sex again. And the thought of giving him another grandkid felt like justifiable ****.

The question was with whom? My mom, my oldest sister Mary-Any, or Barbara.

My mom was a sweet sort. And cuckolding Dad with his own wife felt like the ultimate snub to his manhood.

Mary-Anne was the oldest and most mature of my sisters. She had been going steady with a boy named Tom for the last two years. And if I wait too long to bed her, I'd likely miss out on the chance to take her cherry.

Or there was Barbara. She was a bookish girl. Always had her nose in a textbook. No boyfriends to speak of. Ever. Despite her looks. I bet it bothered her that Susan had gotten fucked before she did.