The morning after

After using some toilet paper to wipe your cooch clean, you return to the master bedroom. Ryan was already soundly asleep... you sigh, but he probably exerted most of his energy on having sex with you. So it's kind of a compliment that he's asleep! Upon slipping under the bed covers, you once more hear movement in the hallway. Janny made a familiar trip to the bathroom, hand tightly pressed against her womanhood. Just like before, she got rid of the sticky evidence and grumpily returned to the bedroom.

Still, you're somewhat tipsy and weary anyway, so as soon as you start relaxing... you just......fall asleep with ease.........

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... you wake up to a sharp pain in your belly, and part your eyes to look around and frantically search for the cause of your pain! A second later, your slumber fades enough for you to realize that it was Ryan, closely cuddled against your backside, and with his manhood buried inside your twat. O-ouch! You weren't nearly wet enough! "Sorry, didn't mean to wake ya," came the sincere apology while he continued working his dick in and out of you, lazily letting the soft walls of your vag massage his cock. Ouch, ouch! You sneakily let some saliva drool onto your petite fingers before you reach down and apply it to the entrance of your pussy. Each time he pushed back in, some of your spit coated his erection, and it gradually became more bearable. You quietly compliment yourself for figuring the trick out so easily!

The slow pace of stuffing himself into you continued for a good long while, until he once more held still with a majority of his length buried inside you. This time, there wasn't even that faint throbbing or pulsing, he simply waited it out, and you could afterwards feel him pulling his soft appendage back out of you. He was done. Though, at least this time you were wise enough to know he left something behind. You reach for the nightstand, grab a tissue and hold it against your pussy while shuffling to the bathroom and going through your routine. As you do, you also notice a few dried blotches of goo on the floor! Janny must've gotten a little clumsy towards the end of the night. There's also a few splatters of spermicide! You check the container, and realize there's roughly 40% or so left! Good lord, he must've mated with her a dozen times!

Better check up on her! As you enter their bedroom, you're surprised to see her on top of him! Both of them were still asleep, so you get a closer look. By the looks of it, they must've passed out while she was grinding against his crotch. His manhood was still buried completely inside her, and rigid. The air was so thick of sweat and bodily fluids that you could barely breathe. Her bald labia was swollen and red, and covered in dried spunk. At some point during the night he must've fucked the innocence right out of her. Good thing she remembered to reapply a generous amount of spermicide all the time... on the other hand, the supply was running dangerously low. And now she was probably hooked on unprotected sex as much as he is. Ah well. At least they're having fun with -- huh? You narrow your eyes and in fact begin to see her brother's dick beginning to wildly throb and expand! It pulses like a dozen times, and right by the end of it, you can see her pussy twitching rhythmically in response! His orgasm triggered her climax?? Even while they are sleeping?? Wow... you take a step back. They sure take their 'pretending' part really serious.

On soft feet, you sneak back out of the room and begin looking for your underwear... in the master bedroom, the floor, bathroom... no sign. Bummer. You could just continue walking around with just your large shirt, covering most of your upper body and some of your lower bits, but... well you've got **** anyway... ah well. Since the siblings are still asleep and Ryan was probably recovering from dumping a load inside your snatch, you move downstairs on your own and explore the house a little further. It was a mess after yesterday's party, and the fading scent of **** still lingered in the air. Crunched leftovers of various snacks were also staining the carpet in ways that are... probably difficult to remove, you figure. Anyway, you do manage to find the kitchen. As the devout housewife-to-be that you were raised as, you easily whip up a healthy breakfast. The bacon is sizzling in the frying pan, egg shells are cracked and the contents added to the oiled pan, and a dozen or so slices of fresh bread were baking in the oven until crispy.

The aromatic smell of food was enough to get everyone to wake up, apparently. Ryan joined you first with a heartfelt "Morning!", as if he hadn't woken you up with his dick wedged between your lady bits. He wore a casual outfit, simple shirt and pants. Chris came down next, with an arm slung around his sister. Both of them moved sluggishly, probably because of a hangover, or from being worn out after a night of more-or-less consensual sex. He wore only a shirt, much like you, but it wasn't enough to fully cover his flaccid appendage. It hung softly between his legs, caked in milky goo, some of it dried. Janny wasn't off much better either, the only piece she managed to put on was her skirt! Her expression was pretty lifeless, or exhausted, as she slowly took one step after another until she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her perky breasts were on full display, with multiple bite marks on her pale skin. Her nipples looked red and raw. The skirt reached down to her knees, but while she had been on the stairs, you could clearly see that her thighs were covered in multiple trails of dried spunk. He sure popped that cherry hard.

All of them took a seat around the breakfast table, and ate mostly in silence. Some soft jazz tunes played in the background, making it feel slightly more like the rich meal you'd expect to eat in a hotel lounge, especially with the kind of good quality coffee you managed to get out of their expensive coffee machine. Ryan's parents must be pretty rich or something. Though, the exquisite smell of food is soon overridden by the pretty musky and aggressive stench of sex that surrounded the siblings. You briefly consider suggesting a shower, but... that would be rude, right?

Afterwards, to try and ease up the mood a little bit, you turn on the TV and switch through some popular channels until you find something interesting enough. Still awkwardly quiet, they all begin to sit down. Ryan on some expensive leather chair, Chris and Janny together on the couch, and you sitting on the other side of the couch. If you were even remotely social, you'd probably try to strike up some conversation... but let's be honest, you're not exactly the party animal or the center of crowds. It's so much easier to be silent and let others do the talking... at least if they were saying anything at all.

Before long, even with your eyes glued to the large TV screen, you could see from the corner of your vision that Janny's brother had snuck his hand underneath her skirt and was slowly inching his fingers back and forth. His movements were accompanied by wet noises, probably from coaxing some old cum out of her womanhood. After a few minutes of that, she reluctantly sighed, stood up, and sat back down on his lap. After another moment of fidgeting, a dull squelch from underneath her skirt announced that they were, very likely, intimately connected again. Ryan didn't seem to care much, it was probably a common occurrence to have casual sex in his house while his parents were gone. Still, you weren't sure how to react as she began to slowly bounce up and down on her brother's lap without much enthusiasm. Chris didn't show much emotion either, eyes fixated at the screen in front of them. It was hard to believe that she was a chaste virgin until a day ago. He sure broke her defiance... Maybe she learned that struggling was pointless anyway? Plus, it probably helped her knowing that she can't get knocked up, so as soon as she's back home he will no longer be able to lay a finger on her anyway. Then again... the same kind of applies to you. You can't get knocked up, and you can't lay a finger on Ryan once you're back home. Maybe make the best of it?