The front door slammed shut behind April with a finality that echoed through the empty house her backpack sliding off her shoulder and hitting the hardwood with a thud. Then the creak of floorboards unexpected, deliberate. April froze, her pulse pressing against the inside of her throat. The door to the guest room swung open, and there was her brother, Ethan, in a faded tee, stacking boxes marked "FRAGILE" in Sharpie-scrawled letters.
"Oh, " April said, voice thin as paper, "Mom and Dad know you’re moving boxes into your old room?" The words felt strange in her mouth, just for a second before he smirked. Ethan wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand."Yeah, they know, " he said, shifting a crate onto the bedsprings. The mattress groaned under the weight something inside clinked like glass. "It was their idea, actually." His grin was all teeth, too wide, the kind that made the nape of her neck prickle. "City condemned my building last night. Plumbing’s been leaking into the wiring, apparently."
Ethan’s shadow stretched long across the floorboards, almost touching her sneakers. She could smell the faded detergent on his clothe. He shifted again, and his elbow brushed hers, deliberate enough that her stomach clenched. "So, " he said slowly, "you’re gonna help me unpack, right?" His voice dipped lower, "Since you’ve got the afternoon free."
It was just after 5pm when they finished getting the bedroom in order. She was wiping her hands with the front of her shirt when the front door clicked open downstairs, followed by the rustle of takeout bags. Their parents' voices floated up the stairs.
They descended in silence, Ethan’s footsteps heavy behind her. The kitchen smelled of sesame oil and soy sauce, their parents already unpacking cartons onto the table. "Hope you kids are hungry, " their dad said without looking up.
Ethan slid into his old seat, chopsticks tapping against his plate. "Thanks, " he said, glancing between them, his voice softer than April had heard in years. "For dinner. For letting me crash here."
Their mother waved him off, scooping rice onto her plate. "So, " she said casual, oblivious "how long do you think they'll take with the repairs?" April watched Ethan's fingers tighten around his fork, knuckles whitening before he exhaled and reached for the soy sauce instead. "Depends, " he murmured, nudging the bottle toward April without looking at her. His fingertips lingered a second too long on the glass. "Could be weeks."
The meal passed in a blur of clinking cutlery and half-listened conversation. April swallowed the last bite of her dumpling cold now, the dough sticking to the roof of her mouth just as Ethan pushed his chair back. The legs scraped against the tile. "I'm going to take a shower, " he announced, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking something off. Their dad nodded absently, already stacking plates.
Upstairs, under the spray, the water pressure was uneven a weak pulse against the shower curtain. Ethan scrubbed mechanically, the soap slipping from his grip twice before he rinsed off. Stepping out, he toweled his hair roughly, droplets rolling down his collarbone into the waistband of his sweatpants. The hallway floorboards groaned under his weight as he passed the open door of his parents' room.
She was sprawled across the bed, naked, propped up on one elbow the overhead light catching the sheen of sweat between her breasts. One hand trailed lazily between her thighs, fingers glistening. She didn't pause when she saw him. "Come in, " she murmured, voice husky, lips parting around the words like she'd rehearsed them. Ethan lingered in the doorway, swallowing against the sudden tightness in his throat. The scent of her musky, familiar hit him like a physical thing.
His sweatpants pooled at his ankles with a whisper of fabric. The air was cooler against his skin, prickling the fine hair on his thighs. He climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, bracketing her shoulders.Her tongue flicked over her lower lip slow, deliberate eyes half-lidded as she watched his cock twitch inches from her mouth. "Nice big cock for mommy, " she murmured, exhaling warm against the flushed tip before wrapping her fingers around the base. The pad of her thumb dragged over the slit, smearing precum in a slick circle, and he hissed between his teeth.
She moved her hand up and down it three times. "Want mommy to suck it?" she asked, and didn't wait for an answer. Her mouth was hot and wet when she took him in tongue pressing firm along the underside as she hollowed her cheeks. A groan punched out of him, hips jerking forward instinctively, but her other hand clamped down on his hipbone,. "Ah-ah, " she chided, pulling off with a slick pop. "You let mommy do the work."
His cock twitched against his stomach, glistening with spit. She watched it for a second, breathing hard through her nose, before leaning in again this time slower, teasing the head with little kitten licks that made his thighs tremble. When she finally took him deeper, he could feel the flutter of her throat muscles, the way her nose pressed into his pelvis. His fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on.
She sucked him till she felt him twitch that telltale pulse at the base and pulled off, not yet. His gasp was ragged. "You're not " he started, voice cracking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him. "Not yet, " she agreed, thumb rubbing circles over the leaking tip. "Mommy decides when."
Her free hand slid from between her thighs, wet fingers glistening under the bedside lamp. She reached up, dragging them along his lower lip salty, slick and watched his tongue dart out instinctively to taste her. "Now, " she murmured,. "Get down there and eat me like you mean it."
He moved down the bed slowly, tracing the curve of her hip with his mouth, breath hot against the crease where her thigh met her body. When his lips finally found her, she arched off the mattress with a sharp inhale, fingers knotting in his damp hair. The first stroke of his tongue was slow broad, flat lapping at her like he was trying to memorize the texture of her. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders as he curled his tongue tighter, focusing on the swollen peak, sucking just hard enough to make her whimper.
It was only then over the wet sounds of his mouth working between her legs that Ethan registered the low groan. He froze mid-lick, saliva cooling on his lips as the bed shifted under unfamiliar weight. Twisting slightly, he glanced over his shoulder to find his father sprawled naked beside his mother, watching them. His sister April knelt between his father’s spread thighs, her hair swaying as she bobbed her head, lips stretched obscenely around his cock.
Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose half-surprise, half-recognition but before he could speak, his mother’s fingers tightened in his hair, yanking his mouth back to her pussy. “Keep going, ” she murmured, voice thick with arousal, thighs clamping against his temples as she ground up against his tongue. He obeyed, lapping at her with renewed focus, the salt of her skin sharpening his hunger.
The obscene wet noises filled the room, mingling with the creak of the bedsprings. Ethan could feel the moment his mother’s breath hitched her inner muscles fluttering against his tongue and her fingers twisted painfully in his hair. “Fuck, ” she gasped, hips lifting off the mattress, “keep going mommy mommy’s about to cum ” Her words dissolved into a shuddering moan as her orgasm rolled through her, slick heat flooding his chin.
Behind him, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin grew erratic. He knew without looking the wet click of April’s throat stretching around their father’s cock, the low groan vibrating through his chest. Ethan’s own arousal throbbed, untouched and aching, pressing uncomfortably against the mattress. His mother rolled her hips lazily against his lips, riding out the aftershocks, when suddenly her grip tightened again pulling him up by the hair until his cock slid against her soaked folds. “Now, ” she panted, guiding him inside with one hand, “fuck mommy’s pussy properly.”
He obeyed without hesitation, sinking into her heat with a groan, her thighs hooking over his elbows as he lifted her knees to his waist. The angle forced her deeper onto him, her slick walls clenching reflexively around his thrusts. His vision blurred her flushed skin, the bounce of her breasts, the way her mouth fell open around silent moans until movement flickered in his periphery. April had pulled off their father’s cock, saliva stringing between her lips and the swollen tip, her fingers stroking him in tight, twisting pumps.
Ethan’s hips stuttered, the friction almost too much, and he pulled out abruptly, his cock glistening under the lamplight. “Not yet, ” he gritted out, shuddering as the cooler air brushed his wet skin. His mother whined at the loss, arching upward as if chasing him, but their father’s chuckle cut through the humid air.
“Patience, ” he murmured, reaching past April to grip Ethan’s mother by the hair and tug her onto his lap. Her chest collided with his, nipples dragging against his stomach as he positioned her knees on either side of his thighs. He guided her down onto his cock with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, her breath hitching as she took him inch by inch.
April’s lips circled her mother’s asshole before Ethan could blink tongue flicking against the tight holewith a wet, teasing pressure. His mother gasped, her thighs trembling as April’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto her mouth. The obscene slurp of saliva echoed in the room as April’s tongue probed deeper, her nose pressed into the crease of her mother’s ass.
Their father’s hands tightened around his wife’s waist, guiding her up slightly just enough to expose her slick folds beneath April’s relentless tongue before thrusting back into her. The angle forced a ragged cry from her lips, her body caught between the dual sensations of daughter’s tongue and husband’s cock. Drool trickled down April’s chin, mixing with the sweat beading on her mother’s thighs as she worked her tongue in shallow, relentless circles.
Ethan watched, transfixed, his own arousal throbbing untouched against his stomach. Then April’s fingers found his wrist hot, insistent pulling him forward until the tip of his cock pressed against the tight hole she’d just been tongue-fucking. Their mother shuddered, her breath hitching.
He pushed in slow her body resisting for a breath before yielding her inner muscles fluttering around the invading thickness, as their father groaned above them, gripping his wife’s hips tighter. The stretch was obscene, their mother’s body accommodating both cocks simultaneously for one suspended second her asshole clenching around Ethan’s tip while her pussy stretched taut around their father’s length.
April’s fingers had migrated to her own pussy the moment Ethan began pushing in her middle finger circling her clit in tight, practiced spirals while her other hand twisted the sheets. She kept her eyes locked on the junction where her brother disappeared into their mother the stretched rim glistening with spit and sweat her breath coming in shallow pants that matched the rhythm of her fingers.
Their father’s groan pitched deeper as Ethan bottomed out, his wife’s body now stretched impossibly full between them. The sensation was electric her inner muscles fluttering in rapid, involuntary pulses around both invading lengths her back arching like a bowstring taut to breaking. "Christ, " their father gritted out, hips jerking upward as Ethan pulled back slightly, dragging their mother’s asshole with him in a slick glide before pushing back in.
April’s fingers worked faster against her own clit, the heel of her palm grinding rough circles against herself as she watched her mother’s body ripple with every thrust. The air smelled like sweat and sex and something muskier beneath the tang of their mingling arousal thick enough to taste. Ethan’s breath came in ragged bursts against his mother’s shoulder blade, his fingers digging bruises into her hips as he fucked into her with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.
Their mother’s fingers scrabbled at the sheets, her moans fractured into breathless gasps. April could see it the exact moment her mother’s orgasm crested in the way her thighs trembled violently, her pussy clamping down on their father’s cock while her asshole squeezed Ethan’s in alternating pulses. "Oh fuck fuck " she sobbed, her body seizing between them, her cunt drenching their father’s lap as her orgasm tore through her.
April’s own climax hit her like a sucker punch her back bowing off the mattress as her fingers stuttered against her clit, the pleasure sharp enough to blur her vision. She came silently, her mouth slack around a soundless cry, her thighs clamping around her trembling hand as wetness spilled over her knuckles. The room tilted her father grunting as he spilled into her mother’s fluttering pussy, his grip tightening enough to leave marks but April’s gaze stayed locked on her brother’s face, as he fucked into their mother’s ass with a final, brutal thrust. Ethan’s groan was ragged against their mother’s shoulder blade, his hips stuttering as his balls tightened his cock pulsing deep inside her, hot and sudden. April watched the ripple of tension down his spine, the way his fingers clenched spasmodically on their mother’s hips as he unloaded in her ass moments later, his cum flooding her, thick and slick. Their mother shuddered, oversensitive but still milking him with greedy, involuntary clenches, her breath hitching against their father’s collarbone.
Ethan pulled out with a wet pop his cock glistening with sweat and spit and April caught the way their mother winced, her asshole clenching around nothing, flushed pink and gaping slightly. Their father groaned, shifting her onto the mattress with a gentleness that belied the roughness of their fucking moments before, her sweaty back sticking to the sheets. April crawled forward her own thighs slick with her arousal and pressed her lips to her mother’s trembling stomach, tasting salt and musk as her tongue traced the curve of her hipbone. Ethan was still breathing hard, watching April lick their mother’s skin with a dazed hunger his cock twitching weakly against his thigh when their father grabbed April’s wrist and pulled her up to her knees.
Their mother’s eyes fluttered open as their father pressed April’s tits against her own, their nipples brushing in a spark of contact that made April gasp. The slide of skin on skin was electric her mother’s breasts still flushed from arousal, her heartbeat thudding visibly beneath the thin skin of her chest and April could feel the moment their father’s fingers dug into her waist from behind, guiding her hips back against his lap. His cock was already hardening again against the small of her back hot, insistent and April shuddered, pressing closer to her mother’s body in reflex.
At the same time, Ethan’s fingers traced the curve of his mother’s knee, pushing it outward with slow insistence, his cock dragging against the inside of her thigh still slick from her pussy, still twitching with leftover arousal. Their mother’s breath hitched as Ethan’s tip nudged against her entrance her body still loose from being fucked open while April’s father shifted behind her, his cockhead pressing against her from behind. The stretch burned April’s cunt still sensitive from her own orgasm but she arched back against him anyway, her spine curving like a bowstring as her mother’s hands tangled in her hair.
Their father groaned low and rough as he pushed into April slowly, her inner muscles fluttering around him in staggered pulses, her body adjusting to his thickness inch by inch. Behind her, Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose, his cock sinking into their mother with a slick glide her pussy clenching around him in reflexive greed. The sensation was dizzying April’s body split between her father’s cock and her mother’s nails digging into her scalp her mother’s moans vibrating against her collarbone as Ethan began to move.
Their mother’s lips found April’s throat first hot, open-mouthed kisses that stuttered with each thrust from behind. Then higher, along her jaw, until their mouths brushed a tentative slide of skin that made April gasp. Their father’s grip tightened on her hips, forcing her deeper onto his cock as their mother’s tongue flicked against her lower lip questioning, teasing before April surrendered, parting her lips with a shudder. The kiss was wet and slow, their mother’s tongue dragging against hers in a rhythm that matched the roll of Ethan’s hips between her thighs.
She broke away just enough to murmur against April’s swollen mouth, “Fuck your right he fucks as good as your father ” The words were slurred with pleasure, her breath hitching as Ethan’s cock twitched inside her, his thrusts turning uneven. Their father growled behind April, his fingers digging bruises into her waist as he snapped his hips harder his cockhead brushing that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. April whimpered, her nails scraping down her mother’s ribs, the taste of her still thick on her tongue.
Her mother’s hand slid between their sweat-slick bodies, fingers tracing the seam of April’s pussy already stretched around her father’s cock before circling her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. April jolted, her thighs trembling violently as her mother’s fingertip dipped lower, teasing the stretched rim where her father disappeared inside her. The dual sensation was unbearable her father’s cock filling her from behind while her mother’s fingers worked her clit in tight, slick spirals her orgasm building like a fever under her skin.
April’s own fingers found her mother’s pussy without thought her middle finger sliding alongside Ethan’s thrusting cock, the heel of her palm grinding against her mother’s clit in time with her father’s punishing rhythm. Their mother’s moan vibrated against April’s lips, her hips jerking forward into the contact, her cunt clenching around both Ethan’s cock and April’s finger in alternating pulses. The sensation was dizzying her mother’s slick heat enveloping her knuckles, the tremble of her thighs against April’s hips and April curled her finger deeper, dragging against that spongy spot inside that made her mother’s breath stutter.
Their father’s teeth scraped April’s shoulder sharp, possessive as he fucked into her harder, his groans hot against her damp skin. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, the telltale thickening that signaled his impending release, but it was her mother’s ragged gasp that unraveled her first. Their mother’s body seized between them her back arching off the mattress, her cunt fluttering wildly around Ethan’s cock her orgasm ripping through her with a choked sob. Wetness flooded April’s fingers as her mother’s thighs clamped around her wrist, her inner muscles milking Ethan’s cock in rhythmic spasms.
Ethan’s groan was guttural his hips stuttering against their mother’s ass his fingers digging bruises into her waist as his own climax crested. April watched, transfixed, as his cock pulsed inside their mother, his release spilling hot and thick in pulses that matched the aftershocks shaking her body. Behind her, their father cursed his thrusts turning erratic his cock swelling impossibly deeper before he stilled, his release flooding April in waves that left her thighs trembling.
The room smelled like sex and sweat the musk of their shared pleasure thick enough to taste. April’s own orgasm hit her like a delayed tremor her body clenching around her father’s cock in staggered pulses, her vision whiting out at the edges as pleasure radiated up her spine. Their mother’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her down into a messy, open-mouthed kiss their tongues sliding together lazily.
Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose, watching his sister and mother’s lips part wetly their breasts pressed slick against each other, their father’s cock still buried deep inside April. The mattress shifted as Ethan pulled out of his mother slowly, his cock glistening with her juices, twitching weakly against his thigh.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled beneath them damp and warm. Ethan grabbed his discarded sweatpants from the floor fabric clinging briefly to his sticky skin and stepped toward the door without glancing back. The hallway light flickered as he passed, casting long shadows across his bare chest.
Her father’s softening cock slipped out of her with a wet sound, his breath ragged against the nape of her neck. The bed groaned as she rolled off, her thighs sticking together with dried sweat and slick. The hardwood was cool under her bare feet as she padded down the hall.
The hallway light flickered again when she passed Ethan’s door cracked open just enough to catch the silhouette of him sprawled on his bed, one forearm slung over his eyes, his chest rising in ragged intervals. She didn’t stop. Her own bedroom door groaned shut behind her, the latch clicking with a finality that echoed in her ribs.