In this world you are either born a man or you are born a tool. My mother gave birth to twins, one boy, and one me. Danny, my brother, and I grew up together like any normal siblings would, and when we reached 18, we both accepted our roles in the house. I, like my mother, would be a tool of the house, and my brother, like my father, would continue to live his life. Go to school, get a job, a house, start his own family.
My birthday was on a Thursday, my mother woke me, and showed me what to do. I went downstairs and sat naked on the floor in the kitchen. She prepared breakfast, and was serving it just as Danny and Daddy came downstairs.
"Happy birthday." My mother said sweetly to my brother, serving him his special birthday pancakes. He smiled and watched as she lit the candle. This was the first year we didn't blow them out together.
"You're a man now." Daddy said, clapping Danny on the shoulder. "So, you should start your meal as men do." He sat down to his own meal, and as they began to eat, my mother and I crawled under the table. I watched what she did, slowly unzipping my father's pants and reaching in, pulling his cock out, cradling it like a small bird. Gently she put it into her mouth and began sucking, bobbing, slurping. Her hands stayed in his pants, fondling his balls. I mirrored her, fishing out, cradling, slurping, bobbing, fondling to Danny. His hand moved to the back of my head, and he grunted, pushing my mouth down further. I gagged around him, and I guess he liked that because he began to cum in my throat. I swallowed until he was done and then licked his cock clean before returning it to his pants and doing them back up. My mother and I stayed under the table.
"How was your first time?" Daddy asked.
"Amazing." Danny sighed.
"You should have Linda next time, she's an expert." Daddy commended. Mom smiled, appreciating the praise. "When we have friends over, they always ask for her." Danny was silent. Then they went to school and work, respectively. Mom and I ate breakfast in silence, and then began tidying and doing menial housework. In the time when Danny and Daddy were at work, I found new respect for our mother. She did so much that I never realized or appreciated.
Danny came home for lunch. We live close enough, and found me and mom in the basement doing laundry.
"Did you forget your lunch?" I asked.
"Shut up Angie, I don't have much time. He pushed mom's chest down on the whirring machine and spread her legs. She looked over her shoulder at him, as he tried to push into her. She winced at the dryness but said nothing. "Fuck." He grumbled and spit on his cock before pushing it back in. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting. "Fuck mom, I've been waiting so long for this." He sighed as he thrust erratically into her. In that moment, I was jealous. Watching him fuck her, saying he'd been waiting for her. Why not me? I was hot, wasn't I? My pussy would feel good too, right? Was it her experience? I would make up for that, I'm young and flexible. He grunted as he came in her. I wanted to be full of his cum. I watched him grab a freshly washed towel and wipe his cock off before dropping it on the floor and running back to school. She said nothing as she picked up the towel and added it back to the dirty pile. His cum seeping down her legs.
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When Daddy and Danny got home for dinner we repeated the process, sitting under the table to suck them off while they ate. Danny asked for mom this time and Daddy chuckled and nodded. Mom and I traded places and she sucked Danny's cock until he came in her mouth. When I tried to get Daddy's cock out, he shooed me away.
"Not now Angie." He said. I didn't get Danny, I didn't get Daddy, I felt stupid, and jealous. He'd probably ask for mom, after she already got Danny's cum twice! "Linda suck my cock, but don't make me cum." He said. Mom and I traded places again, I sat sulking watching as she sucked Daddy's cock until he was done eating. "Now do the dishes." He stood, cock swinging tantalizingly. "Angie, come here." He snapped his fingers. I hopped out from under the table, and he smiled at me. Daddy was tall, like Danny, with dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. Danny and I both got his dark eyes, but he got mom's blue eyes. I looked back at Daddy with my matching eyes, and tried to not look like I'd been pouting.
