Morning Recollections

The morning light streaming through the kitchen window was too bright, so I closed my eyes, letting out a slow breath, my body still humming with the aftereffects of last night. My t-shirt was an old oversized one that used to swallow me whole, but now it clung to me like a second skin, thanks to John using all my clothes to fit me sexily. It flowed over the tips of my enormous assets, barely falling far enough to cover me in the front. I probably looked like a mess, but I didn’t care. Not when I could still feel the phantom touch of Dad's hands on my hips and his breath hot against my neck as he fucked me.

I cut off that train of thought before it could spiral. Breakfast was supposed to be about resetting, getting ready for the new day, but my mind kept going back over last night, to the way my dad had said my name as I lay beneath him, his cock stretching me open, my tits deliciously grasped in his hands.

God, it was insane how hot and horny Dad was now that John was using him . The balding man who used to groan about his back pain and mutter about his "middle-aged spread" was now toned, his body rippling with muscle like it was carved from marble. His dick was huge, stretching me to my limit when I took him deep. I couldn't get over the way it throbbed inside me, or how it was always ready, always hard. My dad was a dilf now, a dad I'd like to fuck, and he lived up to that title. His huge cock stayed rock-hard until he had satisfied me, not flagging even after hours of fucking.

I shook my head, trying to clear the haze of pleasure filled memories, but it didn't work. They were too fresh, too alive. I could still feel myself straddling his lap, my thighs slick with excitement as he gripped my hips, his long, thick dick pressed against my stomach between us, almost managing to reach up into the valley of my tits. I had grabbed his broad shoulders and lifted myself up, way up, before I managed to nestle his huge head at my gates. I had groaned as the head gradually opened me up, wider and wider, and he let out a low, guttural sound as he at last managed to push his large pole into my cunt.

"Fuck, Amy," he's growled, voice aching with need. I'd smirked, pulling back just enough to tease him before taking him deeper. I knew he was fighting the urge to thrust up, to take control. But I loved that he was trying to let me ride on his huge dong at my own pace.

"Come on, Dad," I's purred, rolling my hips in slow circles. "You love it when I ride you like this. Tell me you love it."

He'd groaned again, laying down on the bed as I picked up speed, my tits bouncing with every movement. The sound of our hips slapping together filled the room, mixed with the wet, obscene squelch of him sliding in and out of me. "Yes, I love it! I love fucking my girl!"

I heard John and mom across the hall, their voices muffled, but the sound of flesh hitting flesh unmistakable through the thin walls. Mom's cries of ecstasy rang out through the house as she urged him to fuck her. I wouldn't let my little brother win, I had to outdo him by fucking my dad harder, and longer, and better. So I did. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on dad's shoulders as I rode him faster, pressing my huge boobs into his chest, drawing them across his firm pecs. His cock hit me in all the right places, and I could feel myself getting closer with every thrust.

"Fuck, Amy," he gasped, his voice strained. "You’re so tight—"

I cut him off with a kiss, swallowing his words as I ground myself against him. His hands moved from my hips to my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave handprints, and I loved it.

"Louder," I whispered into his ear. "There's no need to be shy anymore. I want them to hear. Make mom jealous of how well you are fucking me. Make John wish he weer you," I said hotly, even though the thought of fucking y brother when he wasn't using me made me a bit uncomfortable, but the dirty talk got dad even hotter, his groans turning into a shouts as he thrust up into me, his cock swelling inside me. I came with a cry, my walls clenching around him as I rode out my orgasm on top of him. "Fuck me, daddy! Harder!" I cried.

I exhaled shakily, my body still tingling from the memory, fingers tightening around my fork. All throughout the night as we fucked, as I sucked, as we did everything, we had heard Mom's moans, shifting between the deeper, more mature ones of her milf form and the higher, breathier tones of her teen version , and had imagined them across the hall, John fucking her in every way possible while she switched between being his mom and his sister. The more I thought about them fucking the harder I fucked my dad.

My stomach was too twisted in knots to eat, so I ended up just moving my food around my plate. Across the table, John sat naked, his usual smirk playing on his lips as he watched me, Mom beside him, her robe gaping open and providing a view of her perfect milf body, her full, firm breasts, narrow waist and sculpted ass. She caught my eye and winked, licking her lips, bringing forward another memory.

"You don't have to **** yourself," dad had said, looking down on me with concern in his eyes. I was between his legs, kneeling, my hand running up and down his substantial length. I was amazed that this giant pole had been inside me, making me cum over and over, just a little while ago.

"I want to," I had said heatedly as I licked, and licked, up the underside of his length. I reached the head, which seemed so large now that it was right in front of my face, and kissed it, watching his cock jump. I giggled and grabbed him midway down to hold him steady, my hands not quite able to close around his girth, and opened my mouth wide. I gradually worked his bulbous tip into my mouth, then tried to get some of the shaft inside. I didn't make it far before it was too much, and I pulled off, gagging. I could tell from the moisture on his shaft hat I had barely made it another inch beyond the head.

"Honey, really, it's ok," he's told me, and I had glared back up at him.

"Shut up and fuck my mouth, dad," I'd told him, going in again. Despite trying several times, I hadn't gotten very far last night, but I'd still made sure he screamed my name as his delicious cum shot down my throat.

Dad chose that moment to walk into the kitchen, cleaned and suited up, ready for work. He was perfect body was wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit that showed off his toned dilf physique while managing to be entirely work-appropriate. His dick pressed against the fabric of his pants, already half-hard just from being in the same room as mom and me.

I swallowed hard, my thighs pressing together instinctively. I remembered that cock appearing and disappearing within the depths of my new cleavage, my enhanced boobs barely enough to fit around him. He had grunted loudly as I vigorously thrust my chest up and down his length, being sure to lick his tip whenever it was in reach. He came, and I had laughed as his cum fountained all over my tits, coating me, licking up as much as I could before it vanished.

"You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you, sis?" John chuckled as he grabbed my hand and guided it to his cock. I began to absentmindedly jerk him off, realizing that he had been intently watching me not eat the whole time.

"Shut up," I shot him a glare, but it lacked any real heat. I made sure to work my way up and down his length fully, letting him get full use of my hand as his cocksleeve.

"You do know we could hear you," he added grinning as I felt him twitch from my ministrations. "Oh daddy, please fuck me harder," he mimed in falsetto.

"Fine, you were right, did want to fuck dad," I admitted, running a ringer along his tip before moving down again. "God, you're never going to shut up about this, are you?" I groaned, burying my face in my free hand.

"Nope. But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?" John shot back, dick throbbing.

"No fighting you two," Mom said absentmindedly as she ate, her loving gaze locked on dad.

"Sure, mom," I offhandedly replied. "You know, you're 'the best big brother a little sister could ask for' yourself," I threw back at him in my own falsetto. He began to cum on my hand, but I kept jerking him. The cum would evaporate anyway, and I wasn't sure if he was done. "Two can play at the 'overheard you having sex' game." He freed my hand from his dick, raising his own in surrender. I finally actually started eating.

"I checked the bank account this morning," dad told mom. "There’s enough in there now that we don’t have to worry about your medical bills anymore."

"You’re sure?" mom asked, her fork hovering over her plate before she set it down with a soft clink. "It's not going to be a problem?"

"Positive," Dad replied with a smile. "I could drop you off on my way to work, if you get ready in time."

Mom did her best impersonation of a vacuum cleaner, finishing her breakfast and bolting for the stairs, her robe flapping behind her like a flag, unbound breasts flopping wildly.

"What was that about?" John asked curiously as he watched her go.

"Your mother needs a car," dad told us. "It would be a shame if she were still trapped at home."

John’s eyes lit up. "No way! Does that mean..."

"No John, you can't have your own car," dad replied exasperatedly. "You and your sister will still have to carpool. We don't have that much extra money." I ate while tuning out John's reply, enjoying how dad looked in his suit.

Mom came downstairs, her movements deliberate and confident. She wore a tight blouse that hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric stretched thin over her large, firm breasts, which were displayed in a lacy green number that was perfectly visible and enticing. Several buttons were undone, showing off the valley of her cleavage, and her pants accentuated her narrow waist and sculpted ass. Her dark hair was down, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, and she wore just a hint of makeup that made her look both mature and alluring. Not bad for only 5 minutes of getting ready; what she had on would have been good enough for a date, rather than just going shopping. Dad and John stopped arguing, their gazes following her descent with rapt attention.

I pulled my own shirt tighter against myself, the fabric cupping and outlining my stupendous boobs. I wanted Dad to look at me, to remember how I looked with my body flushed with pleasure, my tits bouncing as his dick pounded in and out of me. I was jealous of my own mom, and i could tell from how she looked at me that she knew it.

Mom sat down on dad's lap, grinding on him and and leaning in close. "I'm ready whenever you are, Howard," she said, her voice smooth and seductive, sexily running a finger along his chest. She glanced between me and John at me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You kids enjoy the morning to yourselves. Just remember, Amy has a class this afternoon. Be sure to finish using her in time for her to make it," she said to John as they stood up and headed for the door. Mom lead Dad by the hand, his gaze locked on her firm derriere as she swung her hips back and forth.

"I'm not gonna lie, I didn't get that much sleep last night," I said, popping another bite of toast into my mouth. "I could really go for a nap before class."

"Really? We have the house to ourselves and you don't want to fool around some?" John said, smirking, running a finger along my bare thigh.

"Gross. You're my brother," I replied, pantomiming gagging. "This isn't some porno."

"Right," John laughed, though he didn't pull his hand away. I gave him a stern look, and his smile broke. "But... you were super into fucking dad last night. You even made out with mom a bit..." he replied, confusion on his face.

"What does that have to do with anything? He's a dilf, she's a milf," I shot back. He was being weird again. "Of course I want to fuck them. You're just my little brother. I'm happy that you want to use me, but don't read some weird brother-sister shit into things."

"But we live together, so we can fuck anytime we want." John complained. "Being your brother should make it even hotter! So what if we're not supposed to fuck? That shouldn't matter. It would be a waste for you not to."

Now that I thought about, him being my brother made it hotter. I looked him up and down, appreciating his naked form. He wasn't as muscular as dad, nor did he have as big a dick, but I knew from him using me that he was a good fuck. Sure, I wasn't supposed to want my brother sexually, but it would be a waste not to fuck him when he was so easily available. It had been a while since my last boyfriend.

"You're right, bro," I replied, yawning. "But later. Right now, I just need to sleep."