Morgan

"I'll... do it," Morgan says to her mother while looking at her friend. Scarlett heaves a sigh of relief and puts her hand comfortingly on Morgan's shoulder.

The businesswoman smirks, as though she had just taught her daughter some valuable lesson. As the invisible spectator in the room, you're not sure what she has accomplished apart from some twisted drama of making her daughter choose whether to offer up her friend or her own body, presumably. You're not even sure what the businesswoman really means for Morgan to with her brother, but you guess you'll find out soon enough.

"I-" Morgan starts to say before she's cut off by the businesswoman.

"Morgan, I've had enough with your attitude and how you've been treating your brother lately. I could cut you off. Is that what you want?" the businesswoman says.

Morgan decides against speaking up and instead shuts her mouth and just shakes her head.

"So you're going to be nice to Marty and be his present, is that right?"

Morgan nods reluctantly, sighing deeply as she does while looking sideways at Scarlett, who can only be supportive and look sympathetic.

"Let's get on with it then," the businesswoman says as a matter of factly. "Marty, dear, move back from the table a little," the businesswoman says, going behind her son who hasn't spoken in a long time and pulling his chair back about a foot from the dining table. He's still holding onto the plate with the big slice of birthday cake. The businesswoman points at floor between Marty and the table and looks at Morgan. "On your knees here," she says.

Morgan flinches at the businesswoman's words, but she does as told, going over to the spot her mother indicated and kneeling in front of Marty. Unintentionally, because she's breathing so heavily, her chest is heaving and the neckline of her top has crept down a little, showing more of her cleavage.

"Marty, take your pants off," the businesswoman says. Marty looks confused and he glances at Scarlett, Morgan and then his mother finally for confirmation. The businesswoman nods takes the plate out of his hand and Marty stands and pulls the sweat pants he has on down. He's not wearing underwear underneath and both Scarlett and Morgan's eyes go wide when they see the size of the equipment he's packing. The businesswoman is unfazed and you wonder if she's seen it before. You might be wrong, but you think you detect a hint of pride in her eyes.

Leaving his pants bunched around his ankles and sneakers, Marty sits back down. Surprisingly, the businesswoman then takes the big slice of cake off the plate using her bare, nicely manicured hands, and she sticks it between Marty's legs, mashing it against his crotch until it becomes a mess of cake and icing all over his cock and balls. In the process, judging from Marty's facial expressions, you're certain that her hand comes in contact several times with her son's hard cock.

Holding up her cake-covered hand, the businesswoman finally steps aside from Marty and Morgan. "Sorry, Marty. That cake is for your sister. Go ahead Morgan. Eat your cake. I don't want to see anything left when you're done," she says in a bizarrely loving manner. "Scarlett, will you help me clear the dishes and clean up?" She proceeds to start stacking the dishes on the table and it takes a few seconds for Scarlett to snap out of it and join in to help. Meanwhile, Morgan and Marty are just staring at each other.

"Mom, I... she's..." Marty begins to say. From his erection, it's obvious that he wants Morgan to do as the businesswoman said, but he must be struggling with the fact that she's his sister as well. Morgan, as disgusted as she seems, is leaning forward and examining Marty's cake-covered cock, placing her hands on his knees for support already.

"Calm down, we're only half siblings," she says.

"What?!" Marty exclaims in surprise. You're shocked too at the statement and you cover your mouth. This is like watching some sort of weird soap opera live.

"Well, it's kinda obvious, isn't it? Look at you and me. We clearly don't have the same genes," Morgan says before leaning forward and taking a tentative lick of the cake on Marty's shaft.

Marty groans in pleasure as some of Morgan's tongue comes into contact with his cock, but he's still distracted by the revelation.

"Mom?! Is that true?" he calls out to her in the kitchen.

"Yes dear," the businesswoman replies while washing the dishes. She doesn't even look up from the sink.

"I... who... I mean..."

"We can talk about it another time. Short answer is, you and Morgan have different fathers."

"Which-"

"Your father is the person I married. And yes, he knows that Morgan isn't his," the businesswoman cuts Marty off, knowing his most pressing questions.

You now have a better understanding of the dynamic at play before you. Morgan must have known too that Marty's father wasn't hers, so if the businesswoman were to cut her off, there would be nobody she could run to for money. You wonder how long Morgan has known, but that's a story for another time you guess.

It takes Marty a few moments to digest what's going on, until his attention is turned back to his half-sister when he feels her nibbling at bits of cake on his balls. His unshaven balls are now exposed as Morgan has cleaned up most of the cake with her mouth there, and she's in the process of working her way up his cock.

From where you're standing, it's a strange sight to behold as the businesswoman and Scarlett wash the dishes in the kitchen next to the dining room, while Morgan eats the cake off Marty's cock. She takes special care to nibble the cake off Marty's cock without actually giving him a blowjob, although she has to use her tongue to lick up the crumbs and icing.

This goes on for the next 10 minutes until the businesswoman and Scarlett are finished cleaning up in the kitchen and they return to the table and sit down in their original seats. Scarlett can't help but staring at what's going on. The cake is almost all gone from Marty's crotch, except for some around the tip of his cock, and Morgan is working on it carefully, taking small bites and licks without putting her mouth over the cock. However, just as she finishes with the final bits of the cake with a lick over the tip of Marty's cock, he can't hold back his excitement and starts to cum. His semen ejaculates like a spout and Morgan is not able to dodge in time as her face and her blonde hair get soaked in his fluids. Scarlett gasps while the businesswoman looks indifferent.

The businesswoman stands and cuts another piece of cake, handing the plate to Marty. "Happy birthday, dear. Morgan, you can go clean up," she says.

Granted permission, Morgan hurriedly stands and tries to wipe the cum out of her eyes and Scarlett helps her to her room.