Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5

... tried but failed to speak, shifted on her feet, and then said, "I'll be able to discuss the matter, later. Just know, now, that neither of us deserve any shame or blame.

"But Dad-"

Anger flared in her voice. "That's all for now!" Her lips trembled.

Before I could defy her decree, the front door opened. "Hey, y-all, Baby Girl needs some hugs." Nell ambled into the kitchen, hauling a book/computer bag slung across her shoulders.

"Shitty day or period?" Mom surprised me by sounding normal.

"Which will give me the most hugs?" Big Sis sounded almost depressed. I went to her, and we embraced.

She clung to me, jaw on my shoulder. "I don't hate you." She whispered.

Mother entered the tangle. "What's wrong?"

"I just felt out of whack all day." She confessed. "In a very dark way."

"Bad blues?"

"Yeah."

I heard my sister's sincerity, yet I first thought of myself. "Had I thrown her vibes out of whack this morning? How could that be? All I did was enter her room, wearing a towel. It was clear what I wanted, but I would have respected a refusal. Instead, she had dropped to her knees in the blink of an eyes and attacked the towel like a greedy slut."

Our hug tightened. Mom gave sympathetic grunts while Nell began snuffling. "Thanks." I stupidly patted her back, but she didn't judge it lame. Even blue, Sis wouldn't let go of an opportunity to put me in my place. Then I remembered asking if the morning's blowjob had been consensual. She had shaken her ...

... head.

What the fuck was happening in my imagined, home harem? If only I could have gone to Father for advice.

To my horror, I began laughing! "Gods no!" I chortled, trying to halt my idiotic response. I pulled away. "Sorry. Seriously I don't know why I'm laughing!" I begged. I knew. I had, little more than an hour ago, cheated on my father with his wife, via my mother's ass.

Two pairs of eyes glared at me. "Nell, blame me. Hit me. I'm really sorry you had a rough day." My throat kept chuckling. "Gods, slit my throat, please!"

Mom turned her head to the knife she had been dicing with.

"You're fucking weird, Craig." Nell backed out of our mom's arms. She blinked. "Sheesh, Little Bro, now I'm angry instead of feeling sorry for myself."

"Dear?" Mom was confused.

"He snapped me out of it." Nell explained and stomped up to me. POW! She punched me in the chest! "Fuck you." It was the happiest sound she'd made since arriving.

"This whole family is psychotic." Mom was shaking her head.

The three of us pitched in to prepare dinner. None of our various conflicts were forgotten, just put on hold. Empty stomachs can do that when they work together.

Dad texted. He was starting his virtual weekend early and asked us to delay dinner by an hour an a half.

Mom grinned, but I swear a tear formed in each of her eyes.

Nell cheered up quite a bit. I was the one suddenly shouldering a thick burden of self-loathing.

We spent the extra time turning a meal into a ...