The following morning.

You wake up the next day and freshen up. Pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, you recollect the day before in a mild haze. Was it all a dream?

"Hey," your sister's voice resounds, soon followed by the thud of the cupboard. "Did you just eat the last of the Cheerios?"

Looking up, you find your just-woken sister clad in her usual shorts and tee combo, standing with her sights narrowed at you.

Whoops. You glance at the box. Forgot that there was none left after that batch.

Then, you had a notion. One that would help the both of you, actually. Looking at her as she began to impatiently tap her foot, you put your proof of concept into motion.

Eat my cum for breakfast, you think, imagining sliding it into her mind.

Your sister suddenly strides to you and places a hand on her hip.

"Alright John," she says firmly. "Pull out your penis."

She pushes you on the shoulder.

You send her a questioning look.

Rolling her eyes, she explains, "So I could blow you? It's the second-quickest breakfast I could muster up for myself right now."

You grin, then unsheathe your dick from your boxers. Marilyn draws a sliver of hair over her ear as she goes down on you and takes your oar into her mouth. With an extra thought, she is quickly and competently utilizing her tongue, draping it across your tip and girth and back. She is sucking and slurping like mornings always strayed this far from oats and milk, and it is with the sentiment that it is to her benefit. Whose ever it was, you were definitely feeling them as well -- in your genital nerves.

Not a dream, you sit back, taking the bowl with you.

As you were getting both your dick sucked and appetite satisfied, your parents enter the premises. Cassandra is looking as pretty as ever. Your dad, a generic father archetype with a face John Travolta could probably have found a modicum of bloodline in, is dressed in a plan black t-shirt and his usual dorky PJ bottoms. When they see the two of you, they stop dead in their tracks.

They remain frozen for but a few seconds before snapping out of it.

"What the hell?" blurts out your father. Your step-mom covers her mouth with wide, disbelieving eyes as your dad intently storms towards you.