More dominoes fall.

This is beginning to become a habit.

When you wake up in the morning, you're not alone in your bed. Geez, I didn't realize I had an open door policy, you think wryly before your brain registers who's in your bed and exactly what she's doing. Your youngest sister has returned and, just like yesterday morning, she's got a fistful of your throbbing cock in her hands. Unlike yesterday, however, she's eagerly stroking it up and down, not even waiting for you to wake up before jerking you off.

"Mmm, good morning, Abby," you say, shifting your hips so she can get a better angle at your dick. "Are you going to be my alarm clock every day? I really don't mind if you are."

For a while she doesn't respond, her entire attention focused on exploring every inch of your penis, her mouth open and the tip of her tongue peeking out. Her eyes are a bit unfocused, as if her mind is a million miles away. Her hair is messy, strands escaping from her ponytail with abandon, making you wonder how much time she spent getting ready this morning before sneaking into your bedroom. She's wearing her plaid skirt and knee socks--her normal school attire--but the skirt is twisted off-center and her right knee sock didn't quite make it to her knee. When she does respond, you're not really sure if she's answering your question or following her own train of thought.

"I really think I'm a pervert." Her voice is a whisper. "I've been having these naughty thoughts...about you, about our sisters, about our moms and about Daddy. And dreams too, such dreams!" Abby shudders and and her skin turns to gooseflesh as she remembers them.

"It's okay, little sister," you tell her in your most reasonable tone. You pat an empty spot of the bed, offering her a spot to sit. Without releasing your cock, she joins you on your bed, facing you directly. Her free arm wraps around her body, just under her beautiful breasts, lifting them slightly. She doesn't know how sexy her innocence makes her. You place a hand in a not-so-brotherly place on her upper thigh. "There's nothing wrong with having dirty thoughts, it's completely normal. Why don't you tell me about your dream and I'll help you work through it.

"It was so...erotic," she begins, her grip tightening on your shaft. "All of us were there in a dark, warm place. Oh god, the heat from the fires felt so good and I couldn't get this heady aroma out of my nose. The whole family, and Kenny's girlfriend, and my friend Caroline too. We were standing near the fires in a straight line while you...you sat above us on a throne, like a king looking down on his servants. I felt...hot."

She pauses, at a loss for words. Your worm your hand higher on her leg, finding her cotton panties underneath her skirt. With gentle motions, you run your fingers across the surface, tracing the line of her sensitive lips. Her whole body shakes at your touch and her pace picks up on your cock. "Go on," you encourage her. "What happened next?"

Abby licks her lips. "You gave us all commands, telling us to take certain positions, expose our bodies to you in ways I've never done before. And when I felt your eyes on me, inspecting me, and Daddy's hands were on my breasts...I felt like I was going to burst. It felt good to obey, to prove to you that my tits were yours to ogle, and touch and lick; to know that you loved every part of me and desired me."

You slip her panties to the side and feel her wetness, tight and burning with lust. Abby gasps but doesn't pull away, letting your fingers slide into her pussy and stimulating the sensitive inner walls. "I do desire you," you murmur, and your sister's eyes alight with fire.

"When the time came, you didn't pick me," Abby says, disappointment tinging her words. She jumps as you caress her clit in apology, her big tits bouncing on her chest. She leans into you. "I wanted to be chosen, to be given the honor of servicing you. "But then Kenny did pick me and that was almost as good! I was nervous at first, when his penis was pointing straight at my mouth but then I just opened up and he put it inside my mouth. It was salty and warm and delicious! I kept sucking and sucking and sucking him, I didn't want to stop, even after he covered my titties with his semen. I felt so dirty...but in such a good way."

"You're about to get dirty again," you warn her.

Her hips begin to churn against your hand, twisting and turning uncontrollably. "Oh yes, big brother! Cum for me, give me your semen too, spray it over my filthy hand. Oh god, your fingers...inside me...so hot...I'm gonna, I'm gonna...."

She doesn't finish her sentence, her orgasm washing over her at the same time your cock bucks in her hand, geysering like a white fountain. Your jizz pours down her fingers in thick streams and she throws her head back in ecstasy, lost in her world of pleasure and fantasy. In that moment, stricken of all pretenses and insecurities, your little sister looks gorgeous, more beautiful than you've ever seen her before.

Abby slowly comes down from her high. She looks down at you with silent, unreadable eyes for a long second before leaning over and kissing you lovingly. "So, you don't think there's anything wrong with me?"

Sitting up, you rest your hands on either side of her face. "Not a fucking thing," you tell her. "We obviously share the same thoughts, same feelings. And I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the family hasn't been having similar dreams and desires. Think about what's happened the past few days. Movie night, game night, watching our parents fuck in front of us. Things are changing with us...and I believe it's for the better."

Abby nods, your words connecting with everything that's been coursing through her for the past few days.

Let's add a bit of encouragement, you think.

"In fact, I have a...let's call it a little quest for you." Abby looks at you expectantly and you take her by the hand. "You came in this morning and started playing with my dick because of this dream you had, correct?" The barest tilt of her head shows her acknowledgement of your statement. "Well, I want you to fulfill one of your other hidden desires. You say that you dreamed of sucking Kenny off. What do you think about doing that for our father, but in real life? Try to seduce our father, tease him with your body, push him over the edge. I'll give you 24 hours to actually get his cock in your mouth and his cum down your throat. If you can do that, you'll get a reward from me."

You look down at your crotch after emphasizing the word, leaving her no doubt exactly what her reward would entail. You can tell the idea turns her on. She wants to give your father a blowjob, to taste his meat and swallow his seed in real life. And more, she wants to please you and follow your instructions.

"Yes, Master," Abby says, her words quick and fervent. You doubt she even realized what she called you. She climbs off your bed and scurries to the hallway, eager to please.

Damn. I got two-for-one already today. Maybe I can get the trifecta!

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After a shower and putting on your normal clothes--a pair of boxer--you make your way down to breakfast, where Lily pulls you aside. She leans close so that only you can hear her words, your arm trapped between her melons.

"I did as you asked," she whispers. "It was surprisingly easy. Violet was very horny when I woke her up and begged her to play with my pussy, impatient even. She spread legs, hungry for my tongue, and then offered to do the same for me. Fuck, she started eating me out before she was even fully awake and I doubt she realized she was tasting your sweet cum along with my cunt juices. It took less than five minutes for me to give her an orgasm that **** her to bite her pillow to stop from crying out loud, and another five for her to return the favor." Lily runs her tongue along your ear. "And now I want my reward."

"I'm pleased," you tell your sister. "Come to me tonight after everybody else is asleep and I'll give you what you earned, plus the bonus I promised. Oh, and don't wear any clothes when you come."

You can feel her nails dig into your arm and her entire body tenses. "Yes, Master," she breathes and then walks to the table, a little unsteady. You join the rest of the family there, with only Kenny missing; he must still be with Bethany after their date last night.

Looking around, you see the remnants of your nightly adventures have taken a toll on everybody. Both Abby and Lily look like the cat who's gotten the cream, and your youngest sibling keeps stealing glances at your father, wicked thoughts and plans streaking like lightning through her brain. Mama Melanie has her head cast downward, not looking at anyone, while Mama Tara is lost in thought, occasionally popping out and acting surprised when she discovers she's not alone. Violet is red from head to toe, giggling without cause intermittently.

Your father tries to begin a conversation but all he can talk about is work. You listen half-heartedly until a phrase he mentions pulls you back. "...taken this absolutely ridiculous position, and then changed his mind the next day."

You cough, stopping your father in midflow. "That's terrible, Dad," you say. "I don't think there's anything more annoying than working with somebody who has a _position one _minute but can't stick to their guns. Very unprofessional."

You add a little snap to your words and immediately, five pairs of familial tits are thrust forward, the remnants of your dream command echoing in their **** reactions. Even your father raises his hands as if to grab something, only to lower them again when there isn't anything there. Jesus Christ, all the women in your family have fucking amazing juggs.

Continuing as if you hadn't noticed the change, you say, "You'd think that person could be convinced by the rest of the staff to reconsider their conclusion, maybe find consensus on the position too."

Again, your family moves without thinking, this time by spreading their legs in their seats. Abby, Lily and Mama Tara all open as far as they can, while Violet and Mama Melanie only part their knees. But everybody responds. Hell, your dad almost rises completely from his chair, and you can tell his dick has gotten hard. Smiling, you let the conversation continue without you, pleased with the results.