A Climatic Lunch

You take a seat at the table and smile at everyone before you start eating. Everyone else had almost finished theirs, filling the time with idle chatter.

“My boss said I could be made a supervisor,” Harry said.

“It won’t get in the way of your studies?” Dad asked, his voice holding concern. You blocked out their chatter, and tried to find a place to project your pussy.

It was then you noticed Johns empty plate. His fingers playing with a few leftover crumbs. Before you talked yourself out of it, you projected your pussy into the plate and casually ate your lunch.

It appeared, glistening, traces of your dads and your cum still evident from your earlier encounter. Even thinking about what happened made your lower lips quiver.

Listening to your brother and dad chat away, John continued his earlier ministrations. His fingers slowly circling your clit, and then moving down to your pussy. He barely touches the entrance before moving back up. The light touches making your entire body flush.

Trying not to act weird, you look away and **** yourself to take bites of your sandwich as his teasing continued. The you felt another finger joint in. Harry has leaned over, his fingers moving faster than John but still teasingly.

You had finally finished your sandwich when you caught John suddenly thrusting two fingers into you sipping pussy.

Unable to hold back, you let out a long moan. But everyone carried on as normal. Barely even batting an eye as they carried on talking, listening or teasing.

With two hands teasing you, one thrusting and the other now playing with your clit. You no longer held back your moaning, your family only talking louder in response.

When you finally orgasmed, your brothers fingers were relentless and their efforts almost doubled.

Wanting to experiment more. You summoned you pussy back and quickly stood.

“Thanks for the lunch,” you smile, running upstairs before you’re asked to help clean up. You had much more to do.