Getting a drink

You round the corner into the kitchen, still hearing the wet slap of the feeder's increasing pace into your mother's throat echoing through the house. You freeze and glare at your pantless brother standing in front of the open fridge, drinking orange juice out of the carton and lewdly massaging his recently spent cock openly. How did he even beat you here?

He notices your glare and he massages harder while staring lazily at your uncovered chest.

"Jeez, you're turning into a real fuckin' cumslut these days, huh Sarah? You're lucky you have such great tits. I won't be ready for a while, but you're welcome to suck on it while we wait." Pete says, offering a half hard cock towards you and taking another swig of orange juice.

"Ugh, as if. You just wanna **** me all day for your own sick amusement. Pervert." You say sharply, covering your chest and continuing towards the fridge. "Get out of the way."

You push past him and look through the fridge for something to drink today that isn't more salty cum. As you rife through the various food items, bending over to check bottom shelves, Pete abruptly sticks two fingers into your well used ass. You jump slightly, but let him do it anyway. Guess he forgot the feeder just came there. Idiot.

He pulls his fingers out with disgust as he remembers, inspecting his wet fingers briefly before drying them on your bare back. He quickly gets angry, as though it was your fault, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling your face backwards to his completely limp cock.

"OW! Pete! What the fuck! Let me have 5 minutes to myself today! Leave me alone! Stop!" You yell directly at your brother's penis as he insistently pushes it at your mouth, still holding you down by the hair. You push and slap at his legs as you struggle against him.

"MOM! SARAH WON'T SUCK MY COCK!" Pete yells towards the living room without letting you up. The echoing gags from that direction stop for moment.

"SARAH! YOU KNOW THE RULES! IF YOUR BROTHER WANTS TO DONATE YOU HAVE TO *Ghuurrrk*"

The feeder cuts off the rest of your mother's words with a flood of jizz into her throat, but the message was clear. You glare up at your brother angrily as you reluctantly take him into your mouth. His soft cock fits easily in its entirety, barely reaching the entrance of your throat. He grinds your face into his pelvis in victory while smiling down at you.

"Hey, don't forget the balls! Stupid cunt. Stick out your tongue."

You groan around him, joylessly cradling his disgusting balls on your tongue and wincing. Your mouth tastes worse than ever, and he has the only drink in the house, apparently. You whine again even louder as he takes another swig from the orange juice.

"Aww! Are you thirsty, slut? Open up." He puts the nozzle of the carton to the base of his limp prick, obviously wanting to make you drink it off his dick. You roll your eyes but widen your mouth anyway, letting him pour a trickle onto his cock and between your lips.

You swallow it more or less gratefully, the sweet juice briefly cleansing your palate before the salty taste of your brother's genitalia, still resting on your tongue, takes back over. Pete smiles down at you evilly while watching you suckle him desperately to keep from spilling it.

Suddenly, the taste and volume of liquid flow into your mouth changes, though not necessarily for the worse, cleaning out even more of the disgusting taste as you continue to swallow. You realize what's happening quickly, but you're already too late. It's starting to sound like a good thing anyway.

Pete smiles even wider as he stops pouring the juice, now just emptying his bladder into your mouth while you drink more and more eagerly from him. This is better than the orange juice!

"Ha! I can't believe that fucking worked! You really are fucking stupid, Sarah." Pete says with glee. "You clearly need to drink more cum."

Well, he's right about that! You need more. MUCH more. You've never been more horny in your life!