Lady Owner: This is what you call breakfast.

I don't know what it was. Something at that point awakened in me. Something dirtier than I would have ever thought feasible in my caged up brain. But it was at this second that I had crossed the point of no return. After this I would resort to objectifying myself and those around me through carnal antics, no matter the ilk, just for the wrongness of it. Maybe it was always in me. Maybe this power gave birth to it. I don't know. I had an uncle who was supposedly famous for his switch tendencies.

"AJ," I purred, slinking down to my knees. "Can I suck your cock?"

Grabbing him by the shaft, I squeezed and handied it a little. It throbbed.

"Sure Molly."

I spent the next few minutes slurping up his penis, which was so big it could barely fit into my mouth. I hummed and thrummed. He responded with numerous pulsations. As I vibrated against his big, girthy genital, I could practically feel the precum splooching across my tongue. The taste was bitter and stolid. I spit it out, allowing it to gather on my palm, perfectly accommodating its surface area.

I looked at my step brother. "Drink up."

With my hands cupped, I lifted the pre-ejaculatory fluids up to his lips. With a wink, he helpfully brought my hands up with his own and sipped his own fluids up. He gave them a nice gulp that told me he didn't let any drop free.

I began sucking on his cock again, and whenever he'd leak a bit, we'd repeat the process. Drabble was forming at his lips while Pamela stared out the window, yawning again and again. After a while of this, I tugged AJ into the living room, his cock in my grip. Then I pushed him onto the couch and straddled him, my knees on either side of his stationary hips.

"Munch on me?" I asked politely.

AJ obliged, going to town on my quickly uncovered pussy, and despite his reticence at first, with a compulsion from me, he was quickly licking and fingering my pussy with the precision and mindfulness of a storied veteran. My juices began polluting his hair and temples as I dug a hand into his rich hair, knuckles to scalp.

I told him to jerk himself off, to wank himself to climax below me, and to make sure none of his dirty cum made contact with my skin. His hand quickly, sharply resorted to pulling and tugging at his curdling penis, globbing and groping his head and back down to his base and up again to start it all over with a ceaseless ferocity as his arousal reached an unprecedented high at the sensation of my 'lips' against his, my untrimmed pubic hair scraping his hairline with each wild thrust of the nose.

It wasn't long before I came, thighs clenching, his head in between each of my legs as I pushed his head deeper into my core, shuddering, racing headfirst into the realization of what I had just done with my own step-brother.