Wait for Paige

You decide to wait for Paige to come down on her own. The living room is mostly silent, with the exception of her mother's noisy slurping of Mr. Pattinson's cock. Your own member is screaming for you to get involved, preferably with the hungry wife's firm-looking posterior, but you manage to hold off the temptation. Whether anyone would care or not doesn't matter—it would still seem weird to you if Paige came down to the sight of you involved in a threesome with her parents, even if her only reaction would be a calm "Just let me know when you're done, John."

Thus, you simply watch as Mr. Pattinson's breaths became heavier and his cheeks redder. "Oh, almost there, honey..."

"Mmrmh," came the muffled reply as the woman's hand reached up to fondle her husband's balls. Paige's father tensed, hands forcing his wife's head down as he unleashes his pent up seed into her mouth. She pulls away, a single shot of cum splattering against her eye, yet more of it spilling from her lips as she gasps, giving you a quick peak at her semen-filled mouth before she swallowed the load.

"Would you like me to get you something to drink?" Mrs. Pattinson asks you with a courteous smile, her husband's cum now sliding down her neck.

Shocked out of a trance, you realize you'd been rubbing your cock through your jeans and pull your hand back, "No...no thank you, Mrs. Pattinson."

She smiled, "Call me Sophie, John. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you, so no need to be formal all the time."

No need for formality indeed, you think, as you watch her calmly wipe the cum off her face and breasts. "Oh, and John," she adds, turning around before leaving the room. "Please don't ever be afraid about using me, okay? You can fuck me as much as you like. I'm your cumdump as much as I am my husband's, or any other man's."

"And damn you're good at it, honey," the husband chimes in jokingly, both he and his wife laughing. With that, Sophie walks off into the kitchen as her husband leans towards you for a handshake. "Since I hadn't introduced myself properly either, I'm Jim. Nice to meet you."

You give Paige's father a firm handshake, after which he pulls up his pants. You're about to ask him where he works when you hear footsteps from above. Looking towards the staircase, you see Paige descend from the second floor.

She's wearing a white button-up blouse which does little to contain her bulging cleavage and a knee-length brown skirt which covers her thin upper legs. On her feet are black flats with white socks. Honestly, considering the apparent new culture you've created, the entire outfit would be almost unusually conservative if not for fresh semen soaking in on her right breast.

"Sorry about that, John," Paige says, smiling at you. "My brother's boyfriend was over. Tommy doesn't like getting cummed on and I was right there, so...you know."

"O-Oh...okay," you stutter, not exactly sure how to answer that. You certainly didn't expect her brother to be gay (or bisexual?), to say the least. "No problem."

"We'll be off then, Daddy!" Paige waves to her father with a smile as he grabs the nearby TV remote. He nods with his own smile and then gives you a specific glance, as if to remind you of his words regarding proper treatment of his daughter.

Exiting the Pattinson family home, you make your way back to your car parked in the driveway. As you and Paige both open the doors, you speak up as a question pops into your mind, causing Paige to look up. "I thought your brother's name was Tyler?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, it is," Paige confirms with a small nod. "Tommy is the boyfriend."

So that means...

"Wait, so your brother finished on you?!" you suddenly blurt out in surprise as the realization hits you.

Once again wearing that look of confusion that seems to follow you around, Paige gazes at you curiously. "Yeah...? Do I need to touch your head and check for a fever again...?"

Perplexed, you think back on the guidelines for this 'reality' you set up for yourself. While you didn't specifically mention ****, you didn't exclude it either, so the same rules must apply...weird. Suddenly, you decide you should avoid going over to your sister's place at all costs; if memory serves, she's never had a boyfriend, is a bit of a wallflower, and is likely still a virgin...granted, denying your sister's good looks would be a straight up lie. Still, your own sister...? What an insane idea to wrap your head around...but maybe you'll come to accept it later on down the line. For now, you've got to Paige to focus on.

Snapping out of it, you enter the car with Paige and start it up, pulling out of the driveway and making your way to the park. As you make small talk with her, the idea of her doing things with her being sexually active with her brother is still ever present in your mind, and for very good reason. Even though it makes logical sense that such things would occur in this reality since you didn't exclude family relations like that, it still seems a bit unreal...and then you think of something else.

"Out of curiosity, uh..." you begin before nearly immediately trailing off, finding difficulty in phrasing your question.

Paige giggles lightly, looking at you with curious eyes. "Another weird question, huh?"

"I guess," you say. "I was just wondering...if you do that stuff with your brother, does your...does your dad get to fuck you too?"

"John," she giggles, "you took my virginity, remember? So no, though I have done oral before, but only when Mom's not home or if someone else is using her. A lot of people in the neighborhood like my mom, so sometimes we just get random guys knocking on the door asking for her."

Your mind plays the situation, imagining Sophie's upbeat and happy response. "Of course, of course! Come in and help yourself to my pussy as much as you'd like!"

"Mom's just really kind like that," Paige continues with a smile. "She'll just offer herself sometimes, especially when we order delivery. She invites the guy to come in and fuck her while the family eats and everything. Mom says most of them are underpaid and its the least she can do."

"Really?" you say suddenly. "That's...awfully considerate of her."

"Yeah, Mom's nice," Paige agrees. "Now I've got a question for you, John..."

You gulp instinctively upon hearing that as you stop at a red light behind a few other cars. Paige looks to you, scanning you slowly. "You're not...bothered by this, are you?"

"Bothered...?" you repeat, missing her point.

"You know...my brother using me, my dad using me, and like any guy who wants to fuck me will be using me," she explains. "You're asking all these questions and talking about such a basic thing in our lives much more than anyone else ever has...guys fucking big breasted girls isn't something people really think about on this sort of level, but you're really conscious of it, and that kind of worries me a little. Makes me think that you don't like the idea of sharing me, which is...nice, actually, because that shows me how much you like me, but at the same time, if you can't get past that...I don't know if it'll work out. I want it to work out, because I really like you, John, but if all you're going to think about is 'Damn, my girlfriend is being screwed by another guy right now,' then maybe you should reconsider...?"

...Well, damn.

Throwing the sudden curve ball of deep thought at you, Paige has raised a few good points. It's a lot to think about, but one thing is for certain: you definitely do want to give this a shot. If anything, the entire experience of having a girlfriend who's a cumdump for any guy will only help you get better adjusted to your new reality. She's right in the sense that such thoughts about her being used might throw you off at first, but if you can get used to that somehow, then you've just landed yourself the perfect busty girlfriend.

Mind clear with resolve, you laugh to yourself with a shake of your head, tapping your fingers against the wheel. "No need to worry about that, Paige. Sorry about these dumb questions. Just, uh...been a rough week. Too many virgins, you know? Screwing with my head."

She laughs, showing you a beautiful, relieved smile. "Good...good. Oh, there's the park!"

Turning another corner, you slow the car to a stop in a parking spot. Getting out with Paige, you look at the park across the street, measuring just how busy it is...