Family slavery

Your face is buried deep in your brother's crouch. You are on your knees in a dining room, your mother is preparing the dinner. She's dressed only in a small apron. You are getting used to this routine. And to the fact that Jack loves to talk down to you while you are swallowing his cock like a professional whore.

"Yes, just like that, look at me sis. This is your place in life. Pleasing a men in your family, ahhh" one thing that is good about him is that although he learnt some things he still shoots his cum rather quickly. Not like your father.

Because he can go for hours and he isn't gentle with you. He is a little kinder with your mother, but he uses her rarely, because, like he says:

"No offence Florence, but I prefer young tight cunt of our daughter. That's one of the few good things about her. Besides her mouth, her ass and her tits."

Of course it's not like they are using only you, your mother also get's her share of dicks, but generally if they are both home, you are the one getting spitroasted, while she is cleaning or washing the dishes. You get used to your father roughness, at least a little, it still hurts when he is taking you, but you begin to maybe not enjoy it, but to not hate it.

You have no idea how they have done it, but they really arranged your funeral. They even showed you a photo and a recording from the event. You saw your family and friends crying, Amy looked horrible, she probably felt bad about your last conversation.

They are still taking big risks, because sometimes they have to leave you two alone. And somebody could see you or maybe you two would get the courage and find the way to escape. Maybe it's not your destiny to be a toy for your brother and father forever. But for now you have no other choice.

You hear the door open. For a moment your eyes meets your mother. She has sympathy for you, but you both know that she can't help you. You put your ass in the air presenting it to your father. You know that he'll eagerly accept this invitation.