Weird breakfast

You head to the bathroom, locking the door. You really do need some time for hygiene, routine and your ass probably needs a rest. You have a small ache, probably from the fisting you received from your dad.

Yeah, even in your head, that sounds fucking weird. You push through the thoughts and you leave the bathroom, clean inside and out, just feeling mentally very dirty. The idea of your dad fisting you, got you semi hard several times during your routine.

You head down stairs and join the family for breakfast, everyone has a different idea of what constitutes breakfast, but despite the differences in food you always manage to get at least 15 minutes of time all together at the table. Your mum, having finished night shift is about to head to bed.

Despite the weird atmosphere at the table, your dad, uncle Seb and your brother, remain very attentive to you. You realise, non of them know that they have each had some very intimate time with you in the last few days. They seem oblivious.

You stand at the sink, washing your plate. Your brother and dad, having a hectic convo about something or rather, you are just about done when you feel your Uncle sebs, bulge press against your ass. I mean, its a confusing situation with your dad and brother there, but at this point you're resigned to the fact, shit is never gonna be the same.

You let Seb grind his hardening bulge between your ass cheeks.

"So when do I get another go?" Seb whispers in your ear.

You dont get a chance to answer before Seb hears a chair from behind you both and breaks away.

"Ill see you guys later" Seb says as he leaves the kitchen.

"Im off too, I got errands to run, but ill be back around 10" Jordan advises as he also leaves.

"Laters" you reply as you set your plate back in the cupboard.

While still bending down into the cupboard, your feel your dads hand on your ass, gently massaging your cheek.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself" your dad says quietly

"Just like your brother" you mutter

"Sorry?" Your dad asks, not quite hearing you

"Nothing dad, its ok, it feels nice" you answer honestly.

"I know what we're doing is taboo and I know its probably a terrible idea, but i just cant stop thinking about your ass" he says, almost talking to himself more than you.

He rubs harder, his fingers sliding up and down between your cheeks, his fingers pushing the fabric into your now hungry hole.

"I just want to fuck it, fist it and eat it, in that order" your dad says almost breathlessly

"I want that too dad, but not in the kitchen and its not something we can rush, plus we don't want to get caught" you answer

"Ok, let's plan something, but don't be surprised your ass ends up with my load in it before dinner" your dad says as he walks away.