Of Course He Does

To your surprise, he resists for a moment. There's an actual look of indecision on his face. The NPCs have emotions! That's fun!, you think. Time to push him over the edge

"Come on, Paul" you tease while watching the last shreds of your father's morality disappear. "It's more fun this way and you know it." The devil on his shoulder, you make your point by slowly pushing into Rachel's throat until she loudly gags. "This family's already fucked, accept it."

"Go ahead, have some fun," you instruct, nodding towards Melanie. In seconds, his pajama pants hit the floor, and he's grabbed Melanie's head with one hand. Before she can squeak even the mildest protest, dear old Dad has pushed his cock deep into Melanie's throat. She's caught off guard and immediately gags at the sudden intrusion. Her chair loudly groans as it slides across the floor from the force. Her hands slap hard and fast against Paul's thighs in protest, but he barely seems to notice. If anything, he sees it as encouragement. She might have resigned herself to throating your cock, but apparently taking her stepdad's was a bridge too far.

His repression is released in a guttural, groaning roar of approval. "Yeah, there you go, let it out!" you encourage. Your father's resolve has crumbled against the momentum of your actions, your will, and the energy in the room almost visibly shifts. You're in charge now.

"Paul, no, don't listen to him!" Claire calls out, desperately clinging to a shred of hope that this isn't the new normal.

"Shut the fuck up! Keep that mouth shut until I'm ready to fuck it again!" you bark at her as she shrinks back in her chair to watch her daughters deep-throat the two most important men in her life.

You turn your focus back to little sister Rachel, looking down into her big, brown eyes with thick handfuls of her soft, blonde hair. Her lips are dragging up and down the length of your cock, but you wouldn't say she's actually sucking your dick. There's no effort in her performance - not even to resist your ingress - as she simply goes through the motions. It's a wild contrast to Melanie's head rocketing back and forth, squealing with her hands slapping at Dad's thighs while her tits flop against her flat stomach.

"Fuck, why can't you suck like that?" you chide while pulling Rachel's head to peer over at her sister. You return her to your cock and set a new, blazing pace. "You're in last place right now. Even that slut Amy gobbled cock better than you." For some reason, that seems to set her off. Maybe its a criticism she's heard before. But suddenly, Rachel wraps her hands around your thighs and pulls your forward, swallowing your entire cock into her tight, clutching throat.

"Hooooooly fuuuuuck!" you yell in surprise, though it exits your mouth more like a groan. Always too competitive for her own good, Rachel can't dare to come in last at anything. She's now properly throating your cock while spinning her head and tongue around in a whirlwind.

Claire whimpers from her chair with her hands over her mouth. She turns to look away, and watches sadly as Melanie starts to realize there's no stopping this. Her arms limp and her shoulders relax as she relents to be used like a sex doll by the man she called "Dad". Claire slumps with her head in her hands, covering her eyes, but even then, she could still hear it: the slapping, the gagging, and her husband's unhinged, derisive monologue.

"Ohhh, you suck dick so much better than your mother!" he groaned. "Keep going, deeper, deeper, Jesus Christ, fuck yes, deeper!" His long, dangling balls slapped against Melanie's chin now as he forced her head down further and further into his crotch, finding her relaxed throat less resistant. "Always wearing those tight pants! Showing off that fucking cleavage! Bringing those slutty friends around here! Teasing me!"

"Paul, please!" Claire pleads. "You're being horrible!"

"The boy told you to shut your mouth, Claire!" Dad booms. "Men are trying to cum over here!"

"Hell yeah, old man," you think while proudly watching the monster you've unleashed.

The two of you grunt and groan side by side looking down at Rachel and Melanie as they let their throats be abused. It's clear that neither one of you wants to be the first to cum, but you've clearly got the upper hand. And it's not much longer before you hear a deep, gutteral roar and watch your father go rigid like he'd been struck by lightning. Melanie's sleepy eyes shoot open as she feels the first rope splat against the back of her throat. Caught off guard, and unsure whether to spit or swallow, her mouth is quickly overwhelmed by repeated blasts of fatherly love.

In all the commotion, no one notices that Amy has come down stairs. "Um, can you tell Rachel I'm leaving?" she spouts nervously from the door.

You all look at her in surprise. Your dad catches your eye and you smile and nod. He yanks his still sensitive cock from Melanie's mouth as she falls forward onto the floor. Claire gets down next to her almost immediately, but watches as Dad grabs Amy, slings her over his shoulder and carries her up the stairs in a remarkable display of speed and strength. As they disappeared up the stairs, we had no idea that was the last time we would see either of them for 18 hours. Claire gasps once again as her shame deepens.

"Oh save it," you say with a roll of your eyes, holding Rachel down deep and listening to her gag. "Get over there and make me some breakfast, StepSlut. I'm gonna be starving after I breed this throat."

Claire leaves Melanie on the ground to recover, and sadly walks over to do as she's told. You smile at her complete resignation to the new normal before turning to Melanie. "Finish swallowing Dad's load and start calling some of your slut friends he was talking about," you instruct, never letting your hips stop pumping while Rachel slurps and swallows.

Today was going to be a good day....