Blair!

The next morning Blair was already in the kitchen when Avery came downstairs. She wore only an oversized shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs. The heavy outline of her cock was clearly visible against the fabric every time she moved. She smiled when she saw him and poured him coffee, standing close enough that her hip brushed his.

“You slept in Mom’s room again,” she said lightly, not quite a question.

Avery’s cheeks warmed. He nodded once.

Blair’s eyes drifted down his body, lingering on the soft shorts that did nothing to hide the shape of him. She reached out and brushed a crumb from the corner of his mouth with her thumb, then left her hand resting against his cheek a moment longer than necessary.

“You’re different,” she murmured. “I like it.”

Martha walked in before anything else could happen. She kissed Avery’s temple, then Blair’s, and announced that Laura and Sophia were coming over in an hour. Blair raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Laura and Sophia arrived with bags of food and the easy confidence of women who already knew they were welcome to take what they wanted. Blair greeted them warmly, though her gaze kept returning to the way both women looked at Avery—openly hungry. Martha made no attempt to hide it either.

They ended up in the living room. Conversation stayed light for a while—Laura talking about the twins spending the week with their father (an average, soft-spoken boy who still only took half her cock and complained if she went deeper), Sophia mentioning a distant cousin who had asked after Avery, Martha casually noting that Grandma might visit the estate this weekend and that Aunt Catherine had already texted about “seeing the boy.”

The air grew thicker with every passing minute.

Blair was the first to break the polite surface. She shifted on the couch until her thigh pressed fully against Avery’s, then let her hand rest high on his leg. When he didn’t move away she slowly slid it higher, fingers brushing the soft bulge of his cock through his shorts. Avery’s breath caught, but he stayed still. Blair’s own cock twitched visibly under her shirt.

Martha watched with a dark little smile.

“Blair,” she said calmly, “why don’t you take your brother upstairs and help him get more comfortable? Laura and Sophia will join you shortly. I’ll lock the doors.”

Blair’s eyes widened for half a second. Then a slow, almost disbelieving grin spread across her face. She stood, took Avery’s hand, and led him toward the stairs without a word.

In Avery’s bedroom Blair closed the door, turned, and simply stared at him for a long moment.

“You’re really letting them all use you,” she said, voice low. “Mom. Aunt Laura. That friend of hers. Probably half the neighborhood by now.”

Avery’s face was hot. He looked down. “I… don’t stop them.”

Blair stepped closer until her half-hard cock pressed against his stomach through the thin shirt. She cupped his face with both hands and kissed him—deep, hungry, tongue pushing into his mouth like she had been waiting years to do it. Avery melted into it, soft and open. When she pulled back her eyes were dark.

“Show me.”

She pushed him onto the bed, yanked his shorts and panties off in one motion, and spread his legs. Her fingers found his hole immediately. They sank in with almost no resistance. Blair’s breath left her in a shaky laugh.

“Fuck. You’re already soft and open. Mom must have been inside you all night.”

She didn’t wait any longer. Blair shoved her shirt up, freed her thick cock, spat on the head, and pushed into him in one long, steady thrust. Avery’s back arched; a high, broken sound left his throat. Blair groaned like the sensation had short-circuited her brain.

“You’re so fucking warm—shit—”

She fucked him hard from the start, hips snapping forward, the wet sound of her cock driving into his used hole filling the room. Avery clung to her shoulders, legs wrapped around her waist, soft moans spilling out with every thrust. Blair kissed him messily between strokes, biting his lower lip, spitting into his mouth and forcing him to swallow.

The door opened.

Martha, Laura, and Sophia walked in like they owned the place. None of them looked surprised. Martha simply locked the door behind them and began undressing. Laura and Sophia followed.

Blair didn’t stop thrusting. If anything she fucked Avery harder, as if claiming him in front of the others.

“He’s mine too now,” she panted over her shoulder.

Martha smiled. “Of course he is. He’s family.”

What followed was long, overwhelming, and completely unrestrained.

They took turns with him in every way they wanted.

Blair came first, flooding his hole with a broken moan, then pulled out and immediately pushed her cock into his mouth so he could taste himself on her. Martha took her place between his legs, sinking in with a satisfied sigh, while Laura straddled his chest and fed him her cock. Sophia waited her turn by sitting on his face, grinding her hole against his tongue and making him worship her properly.

They rotated without mercy.

Double penetration came next—Martha and Laura stretching him open together while Blair and Sophia took turns with his mouth. Spit ran down his chin in thick strands. They slapped his cock whenever it got hard, called him their perfect little family whore, and made him thank them for every load. When one of them needed to piss they simply pulled out, aimed, and used him—across his face, into his open mouth, or directly into his hole. Avery drank and took it all, eyes glassy, soft broken sounds never quite forming into protests.

At one point Martha brought out a small bottle of lube and a thick, knotted toy from her bedside drawer. She worked it into him slowly while the others watched, stretching him wider than any cock had so far, until the thickest part of the knot popped inside and Avery sobbed with mixed overload and pleasure. They left it there while they used his mouth, occasionally twisting or tugging it just to hear the sounds he made.

Neighbors arrived at some point—Rhea and Simone, let in by Martha with a knowing look. They didn’t need an invitation beyond that. Clothes came off. More cocks joined the rotation. Avery lost track of how many times he was filled, how many times he came untouched from the constant pressure on his prostate, how many different hands spanked him, slapped his cock, or pinched his nipples until they were swollen and sensitive.

The room smelled of sex, sweat, spit, and piss. The sheets were ruined. Avery’s hole stayed open and leaking no matter how many times they pulled out.

They kept him like that for hours.

When the women were finally spent they cleaned him in the large shower—three, four, five pairs of hands soaping every inch of him, fingers in his hole, mouths on his nipples and cock. They took turns pissing on him under the warm water one last time, watching it run down his body before rinsing him clean.

Afterward they collapsed across the two beds in the room (Martha’s and Avery’s, doors left open between them), naked limbs tangled. Avery ended up between Blair and Martha, Blair’s cock soft against his stomach, Martha’s still nestled between his cheeks. Laura and Sophia took the other side. Rhea and Simone left eventually with lingering kisses and promises to return.

Blair kissed Avery’s forehead, voice rough with exhaustion and something like wonder.

“You’re really ours now,” she whispered.

Avery, thoroughly used and floating, only nodded against her skin.

Outside, the neighborhood was quiet.

Inside the house, the family—and everyone connected to it—had only just begun to claim him completely.

And more relatives were still coming.