At Peace

The smell of Mom's spaghetti mingles with Amy's warm, musky aroma. Her cock stands proud, directly in front of me, and dominates my field of vision. My mind focused on her, I listen to the sound of my family coming to the kitchen for dinner.

The twins take their seats, Juno seated directly opposite of Amy, once directly across from me. Enzo always sits across the table from where Mom sits, between Dad and Juno. The air under the table becomes heavier, as Dad arrives, and sits down.

I wait, watching Mom on the far side of Amy's cock, a few metres away, taking dinner from the stove. Two minutes later, I turn my eyes back to Amy's cock. I breathe in, as Mom sets the noodle pot on the table, watching Amy pull back, and rise.

I move to Dad, kneeling between his legs, and gently lick his balls. His thighs part for me, and I continue upward, drawing my tongue up his shaft until I reach his crown. I wrap my lips around it, and slide down, taking Dad's thick cock to the hilt.

I listen carefully, as Amy fixes her plate, then sits down, then Juno rises to fix hers. The twins always take turns, who fixes their plates that night. It means Enzo won't be standing up tonight. When Juno sits, Dad gives me a firm kick in the nuts.

I take that to mean Move, and I do, sliding my mouth off his cock and pivoting. As Dad stands to fix his plate, I move back to Amy, wrapping my lips around her crown and sliding down. Amy doesn't react, but her muscles tense with a desire to.

It tells me that if I choose to be reprogrammed more permanently, and choose her as my Owner? Amy might not set a rule about ignoring me sucking cock under the table during dinner. I wouldn't get to make eye contact, but I might get to talk.

Failing that, I feel as if Amy would, at minimum, ask if I want to be ignored at dinner. I don't know what my answer would be to that, being ignored makes it easier to eat quickly. On the other hand, it'd be nice to be included in the conversation.

I slide my lips down to Amy's hilt, swallowing hard once her crown enters my throat. I can feel my throat stretching, and opening up, to accommodate her. I desperately want to moan on her cock, but I resist the temptation as I start to slide up.

I exhale slowly, to empty my lungs at the appropriate pace. As soon as her cock leaves my throat, I start to refill my lungs, breathing in her warm, aromatic musk. I savour the taste of her, as my lips slide up, and I grind my tongue against her rod.

For about ten minutes, I work on Amy's cock, before she starts to pulse. I freeze with her crown in my lips, nursing on her delicately, as she feeds me. Thirteen pulses in all, and then I turn around, and settle my lips neatly around Juno's rod next.

As they had with breakfast, I could tell the twins had been stroking discreetly while they ate. Not exactly difficult with this meal. Spaghetti was sort of a one-fork dish, you just didn't need both hands. It didn't include meat that needed to be cut.

Juno's muscles flex as I service her, bobbing my head slowly on her cock to earn my next serving of dinner. The good thing about tonight's dinner is I know all five of them put out a lot. It won't be 600 grams, but I'll be getting a good-sized dinner.

Juno shifts her legs, parting them just the tiniest bit more than she needs to. Enzo closes his a little, making room for her, the faintest hint of rebellious twin-coordination. I swallow around her hilt, and exhale as I slide up, as I did around Amy.

For about seven minutes, my lips slide along my little sister's thick shaft, before I move to my little brother. Each of them shifts their legs a little as I slide from one to the other. Juno's knees come closer, Enzo shifts in his seat, spreading farther.

Enzo drapes one thigh discreetly across Juno's, giving me far more room as I slide into position. I lower down, kissing his feet to show him my appreciation, then rise, and worshipfully lick his balls. I breathe in slow, my tongue pressed to him.

I lick my way up Enzo's thick meat, reverently flexing my tongue wide for him, as I did for Amy and Juno. I love them all, so I am determined to offer them all equal service. I make my way to his crown, wrapping my lips around him in silence.

I slide my mouth down, servicing my little brother's meat as he deserves. I swallow around his crown the moment his rod enters my throat, and repeatedly on the way down. When my lips reach his hilt, I swallow once more, and exhale slowly.

It takes Enzo about the same amount of time as it does Juno, before his cream floods my mouth. I hold my position, silent, swallowing, until his pulsations end. As I did for Amy and Juno, I slide my mouth down, latch tight, then slide up, again.

Once I've licked up the last dollop of his cream, I move to Dad. I lick his balls lovingly, then flex my tongue wider, against the underside of his meat. I lick up to his crown slow, showing Dad the worship that he deserves, before kissing the helm.

My lips stretch achingly taut to receive him, but once my lips are around it, I slide down. I can feel my throat conforming to his shape as I dive down his length, forcing myself to take it all. I wrap my arms around the legs of the chair to help me.

Dad offers nothing that even faintly resembles a reaction, unlike Amy, unlike the twins. His body is rigid and relaxed, as if his faggot of a firstborn son wasn't under the table, servicing his phallus. I don't mind, and I don't moan, staying silent.

Above me, Amy and my family are talking. I can't hear them clearly, with the heavy table in the way, but I hear the sweet, lilting laughter from Amy and Juno, the heartier laughter of Dad and Enzo. Mom's subtle giggling deep in the background.

I don't know what they're laughing about, but I realise even if they're laughing about what a faggot whore I am, I actually wouldn't care. I like hearing them enjoying themselves while sharing a lovely, happy family dinner, even without me.

About ten minutes later, Dad starts to pulse in my throat, and I slide down. I force myself as far down as I can, then yank on the legs of the chair. When his balls slide into my mouth, I close my eyes in satisfaction with myself, and I hold, there.

I wait, for around two minutes, counting Dad's eighteen-pulse load. Like clockwork, it seems. I swallow four times once his meat ceases to pulse, then move my hands. I push firmly to force my mouth off his balls, detaching myself from his shaft.

His balls drained, I turn to Mom. I kiss her feet, and her thighs part, allowing me between them. My lips move directly to Mom's jewels, licking lovingly. I worship my way to her crown, licking several times, several angles, as a silent apology.

Mom kicks me firmly in the balls, and I quickly wrap my mouth around her cock and slam myself down. Her foot presses down on my cock, pinning it to the floor underfoot. I close my eyes and slide my mouth up Mom's shaft, bobbing slowly.

Her foot bobs quietly on my cock, almost twitching, though I can't tell if it is impatience or a subtle hint of satisfaction. I've never paid much attention to what Mom's legs are doing. Now, as I'm on my knees between them, it feels relevant.

I maintain an absolute silence as I eat my dinner, my mouth sliding slowly down to her hilt. I swallow around her, from the first moment her crown penetrates my throat. I can feel her forcing my throat to conform to her impressive girth.

Her cock is just as big as Dad's, a monument of sexual prowess, stamina, and experience. Mom and Dad both boast the sort of cock that will break a bitch, but not me. I'm proud of myself as I slide my lips to her hilt, even if it makes my lips ache.

For a few minutes more, I work, until Mom starts to pulse in my mouth. Ten minutes on Mom's thick, stone-hard phallus, and she offers me not one iota of acknowledgement. I force myself down, yanking on the chair legs to drag myself onto it.

I holster Mom's entire monster inside me, closing my eyes with pride as her balls slide into my mouth. I roll my tongue on Mom's heavy stones, swallowing around her to milk her cock. For around two minutes, Mom's seed floods into my throat.

I count through eighteen pulses, before swallowing four additional times. Then, with a strong upwards shove, I force my mouth off her balls, and slide up her cock. Slowly removing her from my mouth, I listen to their ongoing conversation.

I can't really hear it, except that it's there, but the words are too muffled by my position. For me to be part of any such conversation, we'd honestly need a table more suited to that. For now, finished with my dinner, my stomach rests full.

I crawl quietly out from underneath the table and arch my spine. I kneel, twisting until my back cracks in each direction, then push myself up, facing the table. Their eyes turn toward me, my arrival briefly disrupting their dinner conversation.

“Pardon me, I don't mean to interrupt. I finished my dinner,” I say apologetically, “May I be excused from the table?” Dad smiles at me and nods, and Mom does, as well. Amy and the twins look very pleased, their plates all collectively emptied.

Amy and the twins excuse themselves, taking their dishes to the dishwasher as I leave the kitchen and move into the hall. It only takes a heartbeat before Amy's beside me, hand on my shoulder. “Hey. So that's mealtime for you, now, huh?”

“Yea,” I answer, stroking my stomach on the short walk down the hall to my room, “I like it. I mean, it's good and I'm full.”

“Hey, wait up, slut!” Juno calls, and we pause and half-turn to watch Enzo and Juno come to join us, outside the door to my bedroom. “So, how do you feel at the end of your second day, faggot? Mom and Dad want to remove your bedroom door.”

“Not, like, permanently,” Enzo clarifies, “Just for the rest of the week. You know, so that you'll be more accessible for use.”

“It makes sense. Do you guys wanna do that, now?” I ask, and the twins nod, looking at Amy.

“I can't,” Amy says, as she checks her watch, “I actually have to return home. I shouldn't have stayed for dinner, but, you know I love your Mom's spaghetti, and I have a moral obligation to see this whore well-fed. I mean, he is my best friend.”

“Okay, you walk Amy to the gate, we'll get the tools to remove your door,” Enzo says, and I nod. By the end of the night, I will be going to bed for the first time without a bedroom door. I don't really know what that means, but I can take a guess.