His father

I am busy, savoring the mixture of tastes in my mouth, even sensing a flavor foreign to me as I continue, and Steve is awash in pleasure, unaware that the door to the room has been opened. I sense the new presence, but Steve's hand is still on my head, keeping my mouth on his cock. I simply cannot pull my head away to turn to see who it is that opened the door.

“Fucking your brother again, Steve?” a deep voice asks behind me.

“Shit Dad. Some privacy please?” Steve exclaims, sitting up. He groans and in doing so, presses my head further on his cock that it goes past my tonsils, causing me to gag on his cock. I try to tap out, slapping his thigh with urgency.

“Should've locked the door, then,” the voice says. “Careful with her that she doesn't ****.”

Immediately after his father's warning, Steve loosens his grip on my hair and allows me to push off of him. I cough, trying to get some air. In doing so, I turn around, seated on the floor in front of the bed. Fortunately, my hair being draped towards my front hides the sight of my breasts. I'm able to look up at the visitor, seeing an older gentleman with speckles of gray throughout his short hair and stubble.

His facial features, initially hard and mean-looking, softens when he sees that I am not Steve's little brother. “Oh sorry, I thought--” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by Steve.

“You thought she was Rachel? No, she's Charlene, her best friend,” Steve clarifies.

“My mistake Miss,” his father apologizes and he turns to leave.

Surprisingly, Steve speaks up, preventing his father from leaving just yet. “Her other holes are free if you want to have a go at her,” he points out.

“What the fuck?” I exclaim, my high-pitched voice ringing in the room.

“I don't think you asked for her permission, son,” the father points out.

“She was gonna have sex with me for my birthday. If you want, you can join. Is that fine with you?” he mentions to his father, quite candidly if I may add, before asking for my permission. It's a bit awkward, but eye-opening, that such a family is so open to its members having sex in the house. It makes me wonder to what extent such depravity is allowed. I also wonder if it has to do with my best friend's mother passing away a couple years ago.

I could continue copulating with Steve, just the two of us, in the privacy of his room (with the door locked this time), but the thought of two men, one older and the father of the other, being serviced by me is something ripped out of an erotic novel, or in my experience, your everyday porn video.