No one in this story is under 18.
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Wednesday morning. The alarm had gone off and Stephen had gotten up. I turned the alarm off and waited until I knew Stephen was in the shower and not coming back for a few minutes. I rolled over and looked into TJ's face as I began to stroke his cheeks.
"Wake up" I whispered as I kissed him on the cheek. "Time to get ready for work." I continued to stroke his face. "You missed the alarm, sleepy head."
My brother's eyes fluttered open and he was looking into mine. A smile crossed his face. He was getting more and more accustomed to waking up with his sister in his bed and caressing him. He was also getting more and more frustrated at Stephen and Daddy fucking me constantly, especially since he wasn't.
He had, of course. They all had. But since I put my plan into effect, I had let Daddy and Stephen use me like a whore all the time, but had begun to cultivate the obvious feelings TJ had for me. The night before he had watched Stephen pound my ass mercilessly as I whimpered and then I had climbed into his bed and curled up to sleep.
"What time is it?" he asked groggily.
I kissed his lips gently and said "Six ten or something. Stephen is in the shower. I waited until he was in the shower to move. I didn't want him to know I was awake." I lied. I had actually hoped to be fucked by him before TJ woke up. I was disappointed when he didn't make a move on me but rather just started to get ready to work.
I couldn't let TJ know that, however.
My plan, which was a work in progress, had started out as a means to get even with all of the men for the abuse of me and my Mommy, but my Mommy was so weak and had been the easiest to break. And worse, the more I fucked them, the more I wanted. I was becoming a whore.
No, I was a whore at that point. I had done gangbangs with strangers in a porn store where I had licked their asses and allowed them to piss on me. I had been DP'ed by my father and my brother. I had fucked both my brothers and my Daddy all at the same time in the bathroom. I had destroyed my mother and turned her into a slut like me.
"Go ahead man, don't mind me. Fuck the whore." Stephen said to Teej as he came back in the room wrapped in a towel, fresh from his shower. He took of his towel as if I were not there. I watched his cock as he started to get dressed. I wanted him to fuck me. Right here, right now. I wanted him to use me like a whore and leave spent lying at TJ's feet.
TJ immediately pushed me off and Stephen started to get dressed. I was disappointed I wasn't getting fucked by anyone this morning.
I walked into the kitchen and Mommy was dressed in a pair of shorts, nice albeit sort of middle aged frumpy, and a tank top with the bra I had picked out for her. Her hair, medium length blonde, was tied back in an attractive pony tail with little wavy wisps framing her face. She looked young and beautiful.
I walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. She hesitated, then responded.
"We are going to have fun today, Mommy" I said.
"Are we going to town?" she asked.
She knew the answer. We had gone to town every day since the first day, and I had gotten her fucked at the porn store by at least one guy every day. Most days it had been multiple guys or a group of guys. She feigned reluctance every time, but once started, she was every bit the whore that I was.
The fact that she was now asking proved it to me.
"Let's go" I said.
"It's early, and I have to get ready." She began to protest.
"You're beautiful. And you are dressed much nicer than I am" I said. I was wearing a pair of black tights and a green loose top that bloused loosely down my arms but had shoulder cutouts. I wasn't wearing a bra, of course, so it accentuated my tits and highlighted my ass.
"But, the dishes..." She continued to try to protest.
"Mommy, stop." I commanded. "Put down the dish cloth and tell me you want to get fucked."