He begins to eat

"Thanks mom," Pete says, picking up a syrup bottle with one hand while still holding a rough handful of blonde hair with the other. He pours the syrup while leisurely jerking himself off with your face. You would gladly do the work yourself to keep your hair from being pulled out, but it didn't seem to be about that.

"Thanks, hun," your father says, putting down his newspaper, seeming to notice his daughter being brutally skullfucked across the table for the first time. He watches for a moment then clears his throat. "Mind passing the syrup?"

Pete passes the syrup and begins to eat, not really paying attention to you as he repeatedly slams your face into his crotch with reckless disregard for your well being. The only time he pays attention to you is between bites to roll your face around his crotch to make you gag.

*GAA-CCKK*

"Come on son, be nice to your sister," your father says finally showing a bit of concern.

"Ugh, jeez dad. You know I saw what you were doing to mom last night. I thought we were just 'helping them out' and they need to thank us for 'doing them a favor'" Pete complains, accentuating each quote by pointedly making you gag.

Your father coughs slightly to himself and returns his attention to his pancakes. "Well just hurry it up already."

Pete groans and stuffs most of the rest of his pancakes in his mouth in one bite, then returns his other hand to the back of your head to begin brutalizing you in earnest again.

*ACK ACK ACK ACK AAACK ACK*

Your father finishes his last bite and frowns.

"Alright! I'm off to work" He goes to kiss your mother. "Bye hun!"

He walks over to you and breifly considers how this violent skull fuck is getting in the way of his usual morning kiss on the forehead goodbye to his little girl. He looks as though he's almost wondering to himself if he's REALLY being a good parent. What small thought he had disappears quickly as he kisses his hand then pats you on the back of the head.

"Have a good day sweetie!" Your father calls, turning towards the door to leave as Pete finally starts getting close and switches to a mix of pelvic thrust and jerking your head around in a way that slams the back of your head into the edge of the table.

"AAH" *wham* "AAH" *wham* "AAH" *wham* "AAHHHHH" *WHAM*

Your brother finally starts shooting his load straight down your throat, pinning your head painfully between the edge of the table and his pelvis. The front door closes behind your father as you gag and sputter, attempting to swallow the volume as well as dealing with the concussive shock against your dazed head.

"YES! FUCK! YES! DRINK IT! FUCKIN! DRINK IT! CUNT! YEEEEEeeeessssssss." Pete yells, punctuating with small but impactful thrusts as the volume starts to slow.

He finishes up by pressing extra hard one last time before dropping you and flopping down into his chair all at once. You fall to all fours coughing and sputtering as you struggle to catch your breath for the first time, cum ejecting from your mouth into a puddle on the floor in front of your pancakes.

"Hey!" Your mother calls from the sink where she has been doing dishes. "Don't you waste medicine! You clean that up!"

Of course. That's the problem here, you think to yourself. You immediately go to work trying to slurp the spilled cum from the tile floor while still trying to catch your breath. Pete gets up and leaves without a word.

Quickly satisfied with your own work cleaning a dirty floor with your tongue, you pick up your cold pancakes and sit down at the table at the spot Pete just vacated. The top pancake is completely ruined, so you peel it off the top and get up to throw it away beside your mother.

"Ingrate," She mumbles, finishing the dishes and drying her hand on her apron. "Be sure to wash your plate when you're done" she says, and goes to another room to start vacuuming.

You sit down and eat your pancakes alone.