Breathing Privileges (CW: Breathplay)

“I’m home!” called Christian as he walked through the front door of his home. He kicked off his shoes and headed towards the living room, where he could hear the faint sound of the television coming through the walls. It was the end of December, and Christian was home from college for the holidays. His two older sisters were also home, which along with his parents and younger sister who was a senior in high school, made for a very crowded house. Christian had spent much of his time back hanging out with old friends and visiting his favorite places around town. It was a relief to get away from the noise for a little bit. Still, he did love his family and was always eager to come home at the end of the day.

Christian walked through the doorway into the living room, where an old stop-motion Christmas movie was playing on the television. His mom was sitting on the couch, crocheting a scarf as she watched. In the corner, Christian’s sister Holly was kneeling with her head bowed and facing the wall. Her hands were clasped behind her head. She wore a red Christmas sweater and little else. Her shapely ass was striped with angry red marks that criss-crossed over each other. She was completely silent, except for the occasional sniffle of pain.

Christian’s dad was reclined in his favorite chair that was well-worn from constant use. His left hand was clasping onto the remote while his right hand was wrapped into the thick brown hair of Faith, Christian’s youngest sister. Faith was sprawled out awkwardly between her father’s legs. Unlike Holly, she was completely naked. Christian could see that similar marks were visible on Faith’s ass and thighs. Right now, she was being **** to throat her dad’s monster cock, with her nose and lips pressed tight against his pubes. Gurgles and spit spewed from her mouth as she struggled to deal with the lack of oxygen.

“Hi, mom,” said Christian, hugging her.

“Hi, sweetheart,” his mom replied. “How was your day?”

“It was fine. Saw Tommy and Mikey today.”

“Oh, how were they?”

“Mostly the same,” said Christian, shrugging. “They’re both working down at the warehouse near the pier.”

“Oh good,” said his mom, continuing to crochet as she talked. “They were always such nice boys. I’m glad they got steady jobs.” Another panicked gagging noise came from Faith.

“Doug, don’t forget that Faith has to breathe sometimes,” said his mom.

“Shut up, Isabel,” Christian’s dad gruffly yelled back. “I’m keeping track of it.” He held up his phone, which had a timer counting down. It currently looked like around a minute was left.

Isabel turned back to address her son, “Faith and Holly got into a bit of an altercation after Faith stole Holly’s lipstick. Your dad was fed up with all the noise so he caned them both before taking away Faith’s breathing privileges for stealing.”

Christian nodded in understanding. His father had always been a strict disciplinarian. All of his sisters were very familiar with the paddle, cane, and tawse, along with an assortment of other punishments. One of Christian’s chores was to assist with the discipline of his sisters, which rarely actually felt like a chore to him. He was staring at Faith’s bare ass and reminiscing about spanking it as the timer rang out. Doug pulled Faith's mouth from his cock, leaving a disgusting string of various fluids dripping down her chin. Faith gasped for air, dazed from the lack of oxygen. A few seconds later, the timer went off again and Doug slammed Faith’s face back down, sheathing his girthy cock all the way to the balls.

Usually, breathing privileges were only revoked for really severe offenses, but it seemed like Christian’s dad was in a particularly bad mood at the moment. It seemed like the chaotic nature of having all six family members under the same roof was getting to him.

“Where’s Noelle?” Christian asked his mother.

“She went to pick up a few items from the store for dinner,” said Isabel. “She should be getting back any minute now.”

As if on cue, the sound of the front door opening could be heard from the other room. A busty blonde woman wearing a tight-fitting winter sweater came into the room, smiling.

“Hi, everyone,” she said.

“Hi, Noelle,” said Christian, waving. He got up from the couch to give his sister a hug. Her ample chest pressed against his body.

“Would you like me to start getting dinner ready?” asked Noelle.

“That would be lovely, dear,” said Isabel. “Start washing the vegetables. I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a minute.” Noelle nodded and walked out to begin the preparation.

Isabel put her crochet stuff away and stood up. She walked over to where her husband was facefucking their daughter and sighed.

“Are you going to let her eat dinner at least?” she asked, rubbing her daughter’s naked back as she choked on the huge cock occupying her throat.

“These girls are never going to learn anything if you always go easy on them,” grumbled Doug. “She can eat after she’s done with her punishment.”

“Fine, whatever,” said Isabel, flippantly waving her hand before walking away towards the kitchen.

“Holly, you can get up and help your mother and sister with the food,” yelled Doug. The kneeling girl nodded and rose from the ground. She wiped the tears from her face before slowly moving towards the bedrooms.

“Where the fuck are you going?” yelled Doug.

“To go put pants on,” said Holly, meekly.

“Did I say to go put pants on? Go help your mother with dinner now.” Holly turned around, still bottomless, giving Christian a great view of her pussy as she moved back towards him. She was neatly shaved except for a small landing strip. Christian’s dad required all the women of the house to groom themselves in a similar way to always look presentable.

“Ah, fuck, I gotta take a piss,” said Doug. “Don’t spill a drop, Faith, or you’ll be getting another punishment.” The dizzy girl could also half blink back in response, already close to passing out. Doug sighed in relief as he emptied his bladder into his daughter’s stomach. The stream kept coming and coming until a spurt trickled from the corner of her mouth.

“Faith, what did I say?” said Doug. He slapped her across the face, causing her to whine pathetically. “You’re getting the clamps tonight now.” The timer rang out again, and Doug ripped his cock from Faith’s mouth. Her face was a mess of slobber, piss, and precum that fell from her chin as she gasped for air.

After what seemed like no time at all, the timer dinged another time and Doug shoved the heaving girl back down into his lap, “Back down you go, baby girl.”

Christian watched with some fascination before turning back to watch the end of the movie. He really hoped dinner would be ready soon because he was starving.