Lose it

You couldn’t think of a way for your brother to win this, but you don’t want to be blamed for losing two games in a row. So You slowly squeeze your pussy around his cock. Slow enough that he didn’t notice but fast enough that he blew his load just as you started to feel yourself slipping.

Your naked mother just smiled and winked at you as you gladly hit the red button ending the game when you felt your brother warm spunk filling your insides. You can feel your brother pulling his cock out of your already pregnant cum filled pussy. From behind your mother, you hear your dad laugh, “haha, I never know you are a two-push chump son.”

Your brother growled, “I not… I not, I swear I’m not, she must have done something.” He slaps your ass hard. “Speak up, bitch, tell him how you cheated for him.”

You remain silent, so your brother slaps your ass again. “Speak up, you whore.” This time your dad had enough of it. “That enough, I’m all for a good swatting when it deserved, but you can’t go blaming the pussy in this game. She did her job and stayed awake; YOU DIDN’T do yours, so you lost.”

You can see your brother’s hands begin to open the box. “Fine, just tell me who your woman was and take them both for the next month.” Your father’s hand quickly pushes down on the box, preventing your brother from seeing in. “No and no. The deal was that if you don’t win, you don’t get to know. Also, in that deal was that I get another chance at knocking her up, and right now, that oven is being used, so I’ll just have to wait nine or so months for my chance. However, I will be doing daily inspections to make sure my chances aren’t ‘damaged’”

“FINE!” You hear your brother shoot as he runs out of the room like a child that didn’t get his toy. Seconds later, you hear your dad say, “ok girls, it’s safe for you to come out.” He exits the room leaving you and your mother alone to get dressed. You try not to look at her as she gets dressed, but the actions of averting your eyes from her slow you down. As a result, she is fully dressed as you are still sliding your panties on. As she walks out the door, she says, “I guess we will be roommates in a few months; see you then.”

The next eight months are ****. True to his word, your father inspected your body every day. That inspection consists of you going to his offices in the morning, stripping down in front of him, and he would examine every inch of your body for any unnecessary marks or brushes. However, that inspection did not mean your brother could not take his anger out on you. As long as the evidence was gone by 8:30 in the morning, he could do whatever he wanted to you. As a result, he became really good at leaving marks that would be gone by then. So after your 8:30 inspection, you usually had an 8:45 BDSM session where he would tie you to his desk or chair stomach up. In fact, his BDSM is what sent you into labor which made you happy because you knew after giving birth the doctor’s order would be no more sexual activity for a month, and after that, you would be transferred over to your father, which means that there would be TWO WHOLE MONTHS where your brother wouldn’t be able to take his anger out on you for him losing.

To ensure your safety and keep your brother from pulling any funny business, your father even **** your brother to sleep on the couch during the month after giving birth to your second baby girl. This only made your brother madder, but he couldn’t do anything about it now.

On the morning of the 12th of the month, you found yourself standing in front of your childhood home’s front door with two suitcases in tow. Your old front door is perfectly decorated as it always was when you were a child, bringing back memories of the better times when you were younger. You open the door as if you are a younger version of yourself coming back from a vacation, but what you see when you step inside what you see quickly reminds you of your current situation. There standing in the kitchen, is your mother fixing breakfast while wearing just a black thong and with cum covering with already brushed tits. Sensing your presence, she speaks up, “our master is currently freshening up from his morning fuck. He will be down any moment now. In the meantime, he told me to tell you that his youngest daughter is never to find out what is happening. However, she is off to a local college right now. So from the hours of 8 to 5, you are to be in sex attire; after that, she is likely to be home, so you are to switch over to civil attire. His oldest daughter’s room has been transformed into a work-out-room, so you will start the night on the pull-out. After you are sure that his youngest will not notice you, you are to join us in OUR bed,” it was odd how she phrased ‘our.’ She clearly is as happy with this situation as you are. Your mother continues in a harsh tone, “I suggest you come up with a good excuse for your presence here that his youngest daughter will buy.”