Down your throat

Pete grabs the back of your head and stands up slightly, slamming the back of your head on the pillow protecting against just this type of attack. The high desk means he has to stand just to do it, and that's apparently enough to make it worth it to **** you a little extra while he cums down your throat.

You try to take it like a champ, as much as possible, since you are used to the routine by now, but a rogue angle change by your brother forces a jet of your medicine up your nose, causing you to gag and sputter as you try to catch up. The slamming of your head slows, then stops.

Pete falls to his chair and out of your mouth as he releases your head, leaving you coughing the last bits of your dose to the floor under the desk. Luckily for this purpose you've ensured your parents got Pete a hard plastic chair mat, a birthday present, so you could stop having to suck it out of the carpet all the time. You lick your brother's cum off his floor mat as he tosses your keys into the hallway and closes everything open on his desktop.

"Tiny prick asshole" You say loudly to him as you pick up your keys and straighten yourself out to leave. You just want to get the fuck out of here. You tear down the stairs and barely yell a goodbye to your parents on your way our the door.

"No breakfast?" Your mother attempts as you slam the door.

You hop into your car, pausing to wave at your neighbor being throatfucked on the porch by the home medication delivery man, and start heading for the mall.

You park in one of the many open spaces and walk towards the mall. A man begins to approach you but freezes upon seeing your fishnet stockings.

"Damn! She's got a Repel on!" He says and begins away to find easier prey. What does that mean? You walk through the door and into the main hall of the mall.

Travis and Maria begin to approach you, Maria crawling naked on all fours being led by a leash held by Travis. She wears a pink collar with a small red and white tag.

Travis spots you and freezes. He grabs out his smartphone from a holster at his belt and holds it in a fully extended arm, dramatically, while his other hand pulls his cap around to face backwards.

"A wild Hokémon appears!" He shouts at his phone more than you. The small handbag containing your phone and keys begins playing a jaunty chiptune. You fish out your phone and unlock it to find out why it began making noise and what the fuck was going on. An alert has popped up from a mobile game called "Hokémon Go" that your friends, especially Maria, convinced you to download to play at the mall. Apparently this was it, because your phone tells you a trainer has challenged you.

"What the fuck is going on?" You ask, mostly towards Maria, knowing she was the most likely to explain to you.