“Yea, yea,” [ Compulsory Incest Route ]

“Yea, yea,” my Dad says, groaning, “If you don't like it you can suck my dick before eating, boy.”

“Okay,” I answer mindlessly, and the last thing I see as I slide down out of my chair onto the floor is my father blinking. Even still, he doesn't hesitate, reaching under the table to unbutton and unzip his pants as I kneel beneath the table.

I crawl forward between Mom and Lucas as Dad frees his cock, and when I reach him, I don't take a moment to breathe it in or worship it. He told me to suck it, and Mistress commanded that I must, so I wrap my lips around my father's crown.

I slide my head down and begin sucking, bobbing my head in brainwashed obedience. I moan softly, offering him pleasant vibrations, and I hear him quietly start eating. Above me, Dad encourages Mom and Lucas to start eating their dinner, too.

Soon, my ears are filled with casual conversation, ignoring the fact I'm underneath the table, sucking Dad's cock like it's the most normal thing ever. I bob my head slowly, sucking hard, using the skills Kassandra and her neighbour taught me.

Dad occasionally breaks with a soft sigh, but he doesn't reach down, doesn't touch me. He ignores me, like I'm nothing but a slut sleeve in use, a living fleshlight for his pleasure. I moan lovingly, obediently, servicing him to the best of my ability.

His cock is massive, and it stretches my throat palpably every time I slide my mouth down to his hilt, but he doesn't allow me to half-ass, “All the way down, boy. If you're going to suck my cock, I deserve to feel that fucking mouth meet my hilt.”

I choke and gag on his rod, my eyes watering, but I force myself down involuntarily, coughing hard on his meat as I get it, all the way. Then he resumes casual conversation with Mom and Lucas, as if his other son isn't swallowing his huge sword.

Finally, after twenty minutes of me sucking his cock, he excuses himself and scoots back, looking down at me. His fingers work into my hair and he starts forcing my mouth up and down faster, harder, as his cock starts to pulse inside my throat.

He pulls my head off and grabs his base, aiming as he pumps thick ropes of cum across my face. Dad stares down at me as he wipes the last of his cum off on my mouth. I look up at him, “Thanks for letting me suck your dick like the faggot I am.”

“Mm,” he stares at me, not proud — disgusted, “Suck your brother's cock to apologise for disrupting dinner, then, faggot, and you can eat once he's sated ... and don't clean your face off. You can wear both our loads like the faggot that you are.”

“Yes, Daddy, thank You, Sir,” I reply, and he scoots his chair back in, forcing me to back up and turn toward Lucas. My younger brother already has his cock out — bigger than I expected — and I quickly wrap my lips around it, sinking onto it.

Conversation returns above me for several minutes before Mom and Dad get up and leave the table, moving to clear the table of most excess dishes. I simply continue sucking my younger brother's cock, bobbing my head on him as he eats.

Finally, he scoots his chair back and grabs my hair like Dad did, replicating the process of forcing my mouth up and down until he pulls out and adds his cum to Dad's on my face. He looks down at me, as disgusted as Dad, but also now expectant.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock like the faggot I am, Sir,” I say mindlessly, and Lucas physically shudders at me.

“Fucking disgusting faggot,” he sneers down at me with revulsion, “Lick it clean.” I lick his cock until it's clean and watch him stuff it back in his shorts. Then I pull myself back up to my seat and fix my plate, leaving their shared cum on my face.

I eat alone, quiet and degraded, and then go take the shower I was previously ordered to take.