Breakfast demonstration

It was hard to sleep that night, especially with Christie in my bed. She vetoed the couch idea, finding that beneath her. But don't get too excited, she made us put a pillow down the middle and we each slept on our separate side, the way we'd shared a bed many times before on vacations and whatnot. I suppose there has been a certain sexual tension between Christie and me for a while, which is very wrong I know but feels exciting. Still, just like that night, we were always careful to set boundaries so it never actually got inappropriate. There's can be almost as much fun in going right up to a boundary than in crashing through it, maybe even more fun sometimes.

The next day we all stumbled out of bed at the crack of dawn and I cooked us poached eggs, a family favorite.

"You guys are so wholesome," Christie said, wearing a white bathrobe as she sat down with us at the kitchen table, "You do this every morning?"

"Pretty much," I said, "Cooking's not that hard and it feels better than ordering in constantly."

"And Mark puts a special sauce on my food," Aunt Olivia said with a smile. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, looking very "librarian" as she was heading out the door once we ate. I had on just my boxers still since I had more time before work.

Christie had said she wanted to join in. More than that, she'd blackmailed me into agreeing to include her in our perverted fun. So what could I do? I stood up and dropped my boxers, exposing my cock and balls right over the breakfast table. It felt good, but also horrifying. Still, it mostly felt good, exposing myself like that to two beautiful women, none of whom were offended at all. I stroked my semi-hard cock casually to show off.

"Uh, here's the shaker," I said, positioning my dick above my Aunt's plate. Christie raised an eyebrow, but Aunt Olivia just reached up and grabbed my cock, then started to jack me off with her practiced hand. She formed a tight fist around my shaft and ran her hand over my flesh rapidly, having learned how I liked it.

"It's so hard to get the sauce out of this bottle, I've hard to learn this special way that always works. But it's worth it!" my aunt said as she unknowingly jerked me off. Her slender hand flew over my shaft and I reached full hardness. Christie looked on with a big goofy grin, which was a relief. She was fascinated by bizarre incestuous spectacle, not horrified. I was glad my sister was such a perverted troublemaker like me.

Aunt Olivia jerked me off patiently, my cock throbbing right over her breakfast plate as my sister watched. My balls slapping around and some precum started to seep out. Christie had seen me naked and she'd even seen me jerk off, but this was taking it to a whole new level. She watched wide-eyed, clearly loving the assisted masturbation at the breakfast table. Aunt Olivia smiled blissfully as she unknowningly jerked off a cock in her innocent, respectable outfit.

I wanted to take off Aunt Olivia's blouse and show just how much I could get away, but we did have to get to work with our clothes not covered in cum. I groaned in pleasure from my aunt's hand, and the thrill of doing something so perverted in front of my sister. I looked down at Aunt Olivia's skirt, riding up on her so I could see her thighs and even a hint of her panties.

Her hand sped up on my cock. I moaned shamelessly and came, shooting sperm all over her eggs. Rope after rope of hot white cum squirted out, soaking her breakfast in the stuff. She milked the cum out of me as Christie watched on in amazement, and maybe even some horniness. Christie saw every drop of cum shoot out of my cock and didn't turn away at all.

"Here," I said, turning to face my aunt, "There's a little drop on the bottle. Lick it off or it will go to waste!"

Aunt Olivia didn't even hesitate. She leaned in, extended her tongue and licked my cockhead for the last drop of sperm, then she swallowed easily.

"Mmm! Good as ever," she said, "You should try some too, Christie! Would you like?"

She took her fork and offered my sister a bite of eggs, dripping with my cum.

"Umm know, that's okay," Christie said, blushing as I pulled my boxers up and sat down to eat. It would have been so hot if Christie ate my cum, but she was right to refuse. She was my sister, and that was one line we probably shouldn't cross. Aunt Olivia started to eat her sperm-covered eggs, moaning in approval at the taste, as Christie looked on and shook her head in wonder.

"Wow, you guys sure are living it up here," my sister said, eating her unsauced eggs with the rest of us as we hurried through our meal before heading out the door. Then she added with a grin, "I think this is going to be a very interesting weekend!"