Nah, time for breakfast... And a visitor

Eh... She's probably fine, you think, rising to your feet. Food first, nut later.

You walk by Cassidy, who's still straddling your mother and dipping his cock between her lips. Even though he's already finished, she doesn't object; after all, there's still plenty of sticky residue to lick off.

"Gonna grab some breakfast," you say to nobody in particular, leaning down to cop a feel of Mom's fat tits. She yelps around Cassidy's shaft as you flick her nipple, but otherwise neither of them respond.

Heading off to the kitchen, you fix yourself a bowl of cereal and some orange juice before taking a seat at the dining table. You hardly have time to eat one spoonful before the sliding door cracks open behind you.

"Morning, babe--Oh, woops. Hey, Marcus... I thought you were Cassidy for a moment."

The voice belongs to Erin, your brother's girlfriend. Well, "girlfriend" might be overstating things a bit; their relationship has been pretty on-and-off since you guys started devoting all of your medicine to Mom. That arrangement doesn't exactly sit well with Erin, even though Cassidy regularly slips her some cum when the parents aren't looking.

Still, looking at her, it's easy to see why Cassidy puts up with the drama. She's a stunning petite blonde, just a touch younger than you and far out of your (or your brother's) league. Right now she's in workout clothes: a tight pair of shorts and a crop top which leave her long legs and toned belly exposed.

"Sup, Erin? You're talking to my brother again, huh?"

She smiles and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah... I forgave him, like, a week ago. I figured it's not his fault that he can't make enough time for me, family is family--"

"And he gave you a bellyfull of jizz when Mom and Dad went away for the weekend?"

"...That too, yeah," she says, frowning slightly. Like most girls, she's always looking for more loads to swallow, but doesn't love to talk (or even think too hard) about that fact. "Is... Is he around?"

"Yeah, but he's balls-deep in Mom. Gave her a dose five minutes ago, and I think they're going for Round 2." Sure enough, you begin to hear a steady thumping from the living room, getting faster and faster as your brother slams Mom into the floor with no restraint whatsoever. "...Yep, there they go now."

"Oh. Great." Erin scowls, crossing her arms. "Fuckin' great... I really need a dose. Dad gave both of his morning loads to Mom even though I specifically told him that I needed one today. The only class I have is gender studies... Gender studies, Marcus! Do you have any idea how few boys there are?"

"I mean, I'd take it," you say, without a hint of irony. Wonder what they're learning these days? Bet the curriculum's changed just a bit.

"I'm just trying to finish my degree without turning into a piss whore or dropping IQ points until I'm all, like, ditzy and illit... Illitor... Until I can't read." She sighs heavily and leans against the doorframe, preparing herself for what she has to say next: "...Marcus... Would you be a sweetheart and, um... Help me out?"