Your dad

"My d-d-dad," you said, silently cursing yourself. Carrie arched her eyebrow.

"Seriously? You don't talk about him much. And by what you did say I didn't think you and he got along. So why him?" She looked serious, but her lips quirked on the edge.

"Well, you know my mom died when my brother Chad was born. And now that Chad is in college, he doesn't have anyone to look after him. Chad said it is too much booze, just work and booze. When mom was around, he was at his peak. But now Chad's out east, Samantha's out west, and I'm his closest kid. and yeah, we don't get along great, but I still love him." Carrie considered that a long moment, letting the arch of her foot caress your swollen balls.

"I'm down. How far does this go? A pity fuck, to try to spark his drive? What if he wants me as a trophy wife, your naughty stepmother, young belly swollen with your baby brother, hm?" With that, your half-stiff cock erupted, coating your belly in your own seed. She smirked, victorious. "Which is it?"