Author's Note: This is a loving parody of a certain type of story you see on sites like this. No offense is intended to anyone.
It was another long night alone. Kaycee yearned for John's touch. Ever since she had surrendered to her desire and slept with her childhood friend, she felt like her life had changed completely. John was so kind, so loving, and so fucking good in bed that she found herself thirsting after him constantly. Kaycee was a satellite orbiting him. Unfortunately, so were his mom, his two sisters, his Math teacher, all of Kaycee's female friends, most of the cheerleading squad, Kaycee's mom, his formerly lesbian next-door neighbours, his dentist, that Japanese foreign exchange student, two famous actresses, his former babysitter, and about a half dozen women Kaycee didn't know at all.
In his defence, John never seemed to try and accumulate a harem. It just happened. And all of the women cooed the same thing in his ear: "I'm fine with you being with other women, but I could never sleep with another man after you." It was a line that sprang naturally to their lips, and was honey to his ears. Kaycee even found herself saying it. But she still found herself lonely on nights like these, when he was out fucking three other girls at once. Some of the girls slept with each other, revealing previously unearthed bisexual tendencies, but no matter how far she dug Kaycee couldn't find a part of her that wanted to munch rug. If only there were more Johns to go around.
Kaycee rolled onto her stomach and stared at the stars through her bedroom window. Yes, why couldn't there be as many well-hung studs with a nice personality as there were buxom love machines with insatiable sexual appetites? Fuck that line everyone said. She would be in bed with another man right now if the only alternatives to John weren't half-witted yokels with two-inch dicks. With this huge disparity — one fantasy man, twenty-something fantasy women — it was no wonder the guy got a harem.
There was a shooting star, skidding down the night sky. Or maybe it was just a falling satellite. In any case, Kaycee made a wish on it. She wished that one day things would be different, that she could have as many men as John did women. It would serve him right.
With that idle revenge fantasy in her mind, Kaycee was finally able to get to sleep.
Kaycee was not entirely unused to being woken up by licking. It was one of her dog's favourite pastimes. But the licking wasn't usually on her crotch.
"Wha..." she muttered, sleepily trying to turn over. An arm stopped her.
She pulled back her nightgown to reveal her brother Louis loving licking her pussy. Kaycee's white panties hung on a nearby chair. Her cheeks turned scarlet, not entirely with embarrassment. "Louis, w-what are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious, little sis? Dad asked me to wake you up for breakfast, and I thought this was a pretty pleasant way to get you up. Got me up too. If you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I get your drift." Kaycee was confused by about twelve different things at once. Whenever she would try to start asking a question, another more pressing enquiry would come up behind the first question and suplex it back down her throat. Not to mention it was increasingly hard to concentrate on anything with a skilled tongue jammed down her cunt.
There was suddenly a knock at the door and a deeper male voice came in. "Stop fooling around in there, kids. Breakfast's ready."
Louis reluctantly removed himself from Kaycee's crotch. "Bummer. Well, let's get down there quickly. Dad's scrambled eggs are always delicious."
Kaycee got dressed slowly. It was a very confusing way to start your day. Louis had never done anything like that before. She didn't really have a problem with incest, she supposed, seeing as how she was okay with John fucking his mother and sisters all the time. But she had never felt any desire to do it herself. Of course, maybe that was just because the male side of her family were the shallow end of the gene pool.
Come to think of it, her brother looked a lot different, at least in the brief glimpses she saw of him this morning. Over the years he had turned into kind of a fat redneck stereotype, who had once got beaten up with John in a fight over John dating Kaycee. But today he was handsome and skinny.
More to the point, apparently her father was home. She hadn't seen him in a while, though she didn't remember why. Maybe he left them. Oh well, minor details.
Kaycee got dressed in her usual short-skirt and low-cut top and headed downstairs. She had been dressing more and more like a slut recently, but she didn't mind showing off. John certainly liked it, and it made it easier for him to fingerbang her in History class.
At the kitchen table she found two plates piled with steaming scrambled eggs and bacon. Her newly handsome brother was sitting at one, and the other was at her place at the table. Her dad was standing there in an apron and boxer shirts, grinning. "Bon appetit!" he said.
Kaycee sat down to eat, wondering what exactly was going on. Besides his bizarre attire, why did her dad cook this involved a breakfast on a weekday? Shouldn't he have to go to work or something? (Kaycee also wasn't sure what her dad did for a living.) Although she had to admit she didn't mind her father being less than dressed. He was, she realized, one of those sexy older men, with a muscular body, an aged but handsome face, just enough stubble, and (she could tell through his boxers) a monster cock.
She shook her head, trying to shake the thoughts out of her head. He was her father, for crying out loud. Kaycee decided to try not to think sexy thoughts and just focus on her breakfast. Which was delicious.
"Didn't you make any for yourself, Dad?" she asked.
"No, I think I've got enough to eat." With that he dropped to his knees and crawled under the table. Kaycee was shocked to feel his teeth pulling down her panties.
"Daddy!" she squealed with surprise.
"What's wrong, honeybuns? Did I scratch you?"
"That's not exactly the issue!"
"Kaycee's right, Dad," Louis said. "This is totally unfair. You can't hog her delicious pussy all to yourself."
Kaycee gulped and tried to be the voice of reason. "Dad, I really don't think this is appropriate given our relation — ooooh — relationship. It's not that you don't — oh, oh, ungh — give good head, because you do — I mean, I'm like dripping wet right now — but given that you're my dad — aw, fuck!"
Despite herself, Kaycee found her rational mind getting lost in the storm of pleasure her father's cunnilingus was bringing. He was damn good at that. His tongue left a warm, loving sensation on her pussy, while moving fast enough to send waves of pleasure racing through her. Kaycee guessed that this was the experience of an older man. She realized that without even thinking about it she had grabbed hold of his short brown hair and was holding his face to her cunt. Hell, why hadn't she let her father eat her out sooner?
Not bothering to finish his breakfast, Louis stood up and dropped his pants to the floor. His long cock stood rigid at attention. Kaycee thought it must be about eight inches long (she had a good eye for this sort of thing), and plenty thick. She realized that she was about to suck her brother's dick, and couldn't bring herself to feel bad about it.
Still holding her father to her crotch with one hand, Kaycee put the other hand on Louis's cock and softly pulled him closer. Her fingers felt the smooth skin, travelled through his neatly trimmed pubes, and came to rest on his heavy balls, softly caressing him. With him standing up and her still sitting down, his dick was right about the level of her mouth, so she did what came natural. His dick was warm and throbbing in her mouth, and she started slowly bobbing her head up and down it, making soft licks along its underside. Louis groaned with pleasure. "God, sis, you're always so good at that."
As if competing for Kaycee's attention, her dad picked up the speed of his ministrations, licking and stroking faster. He pushed a finger inside her cunt and started sawing it back and forth. Kaycee felt a little guilty for getting her pussy juice all over the family chairs, but decided just to focus her attentions on her brother's cock in her mouth.
Before long, however, she had to let go of Louis's dick with a slick popping sound. Kaycee threw her head back, and her eyes jammed shut involuntarily. "Oh fuck ... daddy, that's so fucking..." Dissolving into incoherency, she let out a loud gasp as she came, trembling with pleasure and the sheer joy of release. It had been too long since she felt like this.
Kaycee opened her eyes again and saw her scrambled eggs, now looking cold and droopy, but that wasn't what she was hungry for. And she realized that there were now two hard cocks attached to two patient but obviously desirous men. Who cared if they happened to be related to her?
Delirious from an erotic high, Kaycee stood up and tossed off her top and skirt. She was now nude, pert young breasts standing to attention, toned body highlighted by the morning sun. Kaycee leaned against the table, wiggling her butt out at both men, a physical, animal invitation. They responded in kind.
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