Chapter 37

You woke up mid-climax. Filling the fleshy grip of your step-sister’s cunt with another few spurts of nearly incestuous semen. Not that that gushing passage was particularly picky about who splashed chromosomes up the wall of it. By the end of the day, your own deposit would be very much lost among many, many others.

A deep, internal squelchy-feeling was what had caused your morning wood to mature so prematurely. As it had more than once before. The sensation of your own back passage being delved into quite roughly, the presumably more gentle build up having occurred while you slumbered on. The panting grunts of Skeg were an alarm clock you knew well by now, though it was ever a coin toss which one of you he’d pick to utilise first. It had been four months since you and Jenny had first moved into this old pervert’s apartment, and by now the idea of him creeping up on your still-**** form and just sliding on in, barely registered. That was just how your day started… as it promised to go on.

On the other side of Jenny, you spotted the sleeping shape of Nancy. The step-daughter of your employer and landlord was spending more and more nights here, these days. She seemed to like the idea of living here, and mothering both you and your step-sister… though she wasn’t actually so much older than you both. A slight bulge was now visible in her belly, reminding you again of last week’s news.

With a grand and shuddering groan, you felt Skeg cum inside you. Another sticky delivery into the far depths of your bowels. The little, glowing burst of dirty pride it always gave you, waking you up more properly. You didn’t get much pleasure, out of that first drowsy fucking of the morning… but it got your small heart pumping back to its normal, hummingbird pace. Once he’d pulled himself free and wiped the last few dribbles upon your asscheeks, you clambered up and stretched to let him move over toward your step-sister. Four on that battered, old mattress was always a very cozy affair. Better to head for the bathroom now, while he was warming back up for round two.

You sat upon the porcelain throne, casting your slightly-crusty nightie aside. Rod and Dave had come over to watch a movie the night before, so of course the silky thing had not survived unscathed. You let Skeg’s dawn greeting dribble out of you, then jumped in the shower with a rubber douche to wash up and rinse out for more. Practical necessities of your daily life that might once have embarrassed you utterly… but now were just standard chores. You were at the point of sorting your make-up: carefully drawing black lines around your eyes, when Nancy wandered unsteadily in… naked as she ever was. The older woman sat down and started peeing, without a care for your presence at all. There was little you hadn’t seen of each other by now, and until she’d got a coffee in her, you knew very little even registered.

Once you were looking as pretty as you could manage, you set off to sort that for her… wandering naked through the kitchen. Telltale sounds of moaning were emerging from the bedroom, so you daren’t try and get dressed without risking getting dragged in as well. It was always best to let the lipstick and mascara dry a bit before you risked it getting smudged. You put on some toast and smelled the milk, aware that no-one had gone shopping for a bit. Living in a household that was near-incessantly distracted meant that more usual chores quite often got forgotten. Take-out packets and discarded underwear lay strewn almost everywhere. You did try to clean up, in moments like this… but there was just so little time when your services weren’t needed for other matters.

Once everyone else was up and awake, you found yourself under the breakfast table. Having already eaten your share, it was rather inevitable that you’d get a second meal of flesh as well. This time it was a mouthful of Nancy’s pussy as she ground her hips against your face and sipped the scalding mug you’d given her. You knew just how to lightly nibble on her clitoris to bring her back to the world without earning a spank for being too rough. The clenching scratch of her fingers in your hair telling you how much she appreciated such diligent attention to detail. They all went to Jenny if it was simply raw passion that was wanted… but everyone applauded how studiously you’d learned what specific actions their different bodies craved. You found it quite fun, really… to experiment with all sorts of different techniques and watch carefully how they reacted. It was actually becoming something of a hobby, more than just the necessities of living here.

When breakfast was done, you were sent down to man the shop. Knowing that there still wouldn’t be many customers yet… even with the change in core business strategy. You didn’t mind. You like just watching the people wander past, outside. Wondering which ones would come in… and what they’d ask for.