Holiday Cleaning

The remaining family, Matt, Claire, Mary, Michelle, Brian, and Peter, gathered in the living room an hour later in junky clothing, the girls all having their hair up.

"Ok, you all know the drill by now," said Peter, "We need to do some basic cleaning here, open up some space in the living room, and then we can bring in the tree. Matt and Clair will be getting stuff down from the attic..." This drew groans from the pair, but he continued. "... while you three help me get things set up inside and out. Once we have it all ready, we take a break and then help out your mother in the kitchen when she gets back."

"Do we have to bring down the giant Santa this year," asked Clair. "That thing is huge."

"You'll have help," he replied. He handed Clair and Matt each a duster, grabbed a broom, sent Brian after garbage bins, and pointed the twins towards the vacuum and some rags. "Get to it everyone."

Each of them set out on their respective tasks with a minimum of gripping. The twins started in on glass and counter tops with the rags, Brian gathered trash, Matt and Clair got on top of some cabinets and Peter followed behind, gathering up major dust bunnies with the broom. Once done with the trash, Brian joined in with the broom. The room was soon looking good, and most of the group headed over to the TV room.

Clair and Matt were the last ones done in the living room, and as they finished up they heard the TV in the other room come on. Matt headed through the door and saw Mary watching the news. Then he saw Michelle over by the cabinet, fellating a dildo using one hand to pump it in and out of her mouth while she cleaned with the other. Her cheeks puckered inwards sucking on the plastic cock.

"Could you change the channel?" Mary asked.

Michelle drew the dildo back out of her mouth a bit, and Matt realized that it was the remote for the TV, the buttons smooth with the surface and the whole assemblage shiny from her saliva. She turned it over to look at the buttons, maintaining a slight fisting action. Matt saw the TV dim and the volume drop in time with the intensity of her actions, then the channel moved up and she replaced the remote in her mouth, still dusting nonchalantly with the other.

"You gonna help out?" Mary said, grabbing Matt's attention. She pointed him toward the TV cabinet, and he numbly began to dust it, wondering if this was what schizophrenia felt like.

A loud 'Ahhh' came from the other room, and Matt quickly peaked around the corner to see his dad pushing around the vacuum cleaner. Wrapped around his waist, her hands guiding the vacuum while she was held up in the air by her father's cock and hands on her waist, was Clair, the crotch of her old jeans missing and her father's dick clearly visible pistoning into her bare cunt as she ground into him as best she could in the position . Clair moved the vacuum back and forth seemingly without difficulty, with her father walking them around as needed, her moans when he did showing she appreciated the added motion of his dick in her. The vacuum's intensity oscillated in time with their thrusting. "Mary, are you done in their? Clair needs to go help Matt in the attic," Peter put in. Mary came over and they exchanged places, the vacuum shutting off as Clair came on her father;'s dick, then pulled off of him, his still hard dick exiting her pussy with an audible shlorp, then Mary hopped up and let out a long groan as her father slipped inside her pussy, and the vacuum kicked back on.

"Come on, we need to start getting stuff from upstairs," said Clair, getting Matt's attention back. He noticed Michelle, who needed both hands to clean some vases, has stuffed the remote-dildo up her cunt, rubbing the exposed end on things as she worked, and was probably also working it internally, if Matt's theory about how the brightness and volume of the TV related to how vigorously the remote was fucked was correct. Matt glanced down and saw the now familiar sight of Clair's muff, as her pants were also suddenly crotchless, with proper stitching showing that they had been made that way, not ripped. He dumbly followed her up the stairs, watching her exposed cunt and asshole through the gap in her pants. As he did he suddenly noticed how own pants were suddenly crotchless, letting his hard dick hang out and swing as he walked. As the went up the stairs Brain came into the room, also proceeded by his hard dick, and joined Michelle in cleaning, reaching down with one hand to idly thrust the dildo into her as she lightly fisted his dick with her free hand (the TV getting louder and brighter as they did so) while they talked about the show.