Shortly after my brother left, I looked around for cleaning supplies. I didn’t even know the last time I had done any kind of chore. My mom or brother always handled that stuff. As soon as I made to move into the kitchen, I was reminded that there was a vibrator in my pussy. At first, I was able to ignore it, but I knew it would only get more difficult to stop myself from cumming as time went on.

I found some surface cleaner and a sponge under the sink, as I went to crouch down to grab them, my shorts pushed the vibrator further into my pussy. I gasped and shuttered at the sudden spike of pleasure. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but big brother said he would know if I did. I don’t know why I believed him, but it just felt like what he said was the absolute truth.

I got started on cleaning all of the counters and appliances around the kitchen. For a time, it was a good distraction from the hot waves of pleasure radiating from my cunt. Whenever I would bend over or walk too fast, I was immediately reminded that it was still in me. I often had to take brakes just to wipe off the nectar dripping down my thighs. After maybe an hour I thought the kitchen looked good, so I began my search for a mop to clean the floors. I looked over at the clock and it was only a little past noon; mom wouldn’t be home for another 3 or 4 hours, and I had no clue how long big brother would be gone.

It took me a while to find the mop, but I finally found it in the laundry room. It sat in the corner behind the washer. As I went to grab it, I was hit by this amazing smell. The odor was so strong and heavy. I looked down realizing the smell was coming from the washer, where only one article of clothing was within. I picked up my brother’s shorts; hands shaking, I don’t know why I felt like I needed to do this, but I needed to know if these were the source of that smell. Hesitantly I brought his shorts up to my nose and gave them a small sniff. I almost creamed my panties right there. It was the musty smell of my brother’s sweat, and most importantly his CUM. I couldn’t resist. I stuck my nose right into the crotch of his shorts and started to breath in the heavenly aroma. Never once had I thought of semen as being ‘delicious’, or ‘arousing’, but this was triggering the memories of the fantasy that I masturbated to last night. My breathing grew hot and heavy. I was struggling to not rub my clit into oblivion. Maybe if I got rid of the cum, I wouldn’t be tempted to keep breathing it in. The logic seemed sound to me, but how could I get rid of it without putting it down. My tongue came out and lightly touched the cum stain. Lightning traveled from the tip of my tongue down to my pussy. I became wetter than the Amazon rainforest. Any apprehension I had before disappeared.

I stuffed his shorts into my mouth and began to suck and slobber all over them. I became completely lost in my euphoria. My big brother’s cum was sooo yummy. As the flavor began to fade, my rational mind slowly came back. I took the tongue-bathed shorts out of my mouth and threw them back in to the washer. I stood there looking at them, so ashamed of what I just did, but simultaneously so turned on by it. The shame was alluring. I was beginning to realize that self-degradation was a huge factor in turning me on. So much so that I began to lose the ability to think with my brain and think with my throbbing sex instead. Just the act of referring to myself as a whore, cunt, slut, tramp, or incestuous lover in my head made me go mad with need. I let out a light moan, only to realize I was grinding my crotch against the mop stick, I didn’t even realize that I had grabbed it.

Snapping myself from my reverie, I made to go back to my chores; hoping I wouldn’t cum before big brother came home.

After picking up a few essential items from the sex store, I was pulling into the driveway of my house. It was around 2pm so I had maybe an hour or two before mom got home.

Opening the door, I was pleasantly surprised by the floral scented cleaning products Claire used to clean. Every surface in the living room having been properly dusted and vacuumed, I was impressed with her effort. Taking off my shoes by the front door I made my way towards the kitchen. Turning the corner, I took in the cleanliness of the kitchen. I was very happy with the job Claire did, but I had to be careful not to give her too much praise. “I wouldn’t want her ego getting too big.” I chuckled to myself.

The next thing I noticed was my sister leaning against the dining room table, not sitting down. Her legs were shaking, she was breathing heavy with her face flushed red. When her eyes finally met mine, I could see the raw sexual lust in her eyes. She stood up straight and walked over to me on shaky legs. As soon as she was in front of me, she sank to her knees and looked up at me.

“I need to cum…” Claire mumbled with hot breath.

“Hmm… do you think you deserve it?” I asked with desire on my breath.

“y-yes, please I need it so bad!” Claire shuddered in response. Her eyes were frantic with need. I knew what I had to do now for her reward.

“Well, since you did such a good job with the cleaning and not orgasming, I guess it is time for your reward.” I snickered. Claire’s face lit up with such joy, I couldn’t wait to give her the reward she deserved. “Alright now,” I instructed, unzipping my pants, “here is your reward, and you only get to cum when I cum. Is the understood my little sister slut?”

The joy she had didn’t so much as drop, but change, she was conflicted, but she was losing the ability to fight her need for sexual release. Her expressions shifted from disgust to anxiety then lust. She finally came to acceptance. She went to grab my flaccid cock. “No hands.” I barked, giving her a cold glare. She put her hands behind her back, slowly leaning forward. She stuck her tongue out, and before she came in contact with my rod, she hesitated. She looked up into my eyes, I don’t think I had ever seen such a fuckable mouth, it was as though she were begging for my cum to explode into her mouth. I gave her a slight nod, and she shuddered, releasing a whimpering moan as she licked the tip of my cock.

It was like a switched flipped in her brain. Grunting, she dove down and swallowed up my flaccid cock. Claire sucked on it like a candy, while swirling the head with her tongue. I quickly was becoming erect, unable now to be contained in her hot mouth. Claire backed off with a pop as her lips left the head of my dick. Claire’s hot breathing shuddered, she whined with lust as she was enraptured with my cock.

“Your cock tastes so good, I wish I could do this every day.” she mewled, as her breath hitched at the sensations of the vibrator in her sopping pussy, and the animalistic need to have my cock as far into her throat as she could manage.

“Only if you are a good girl,” I replied in a honeyed tone. Her whole body shivered and tensed; she was trying to hold back an orgasm from my words. “Continue now sister slut. When I cum into your mouth you will be allowed to cum as well, but do not swallow or spill my load from your mouth.”

With a nod she leaned in and gave my cockhead a kiss then slid it into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. Her tongue was swirling around my tip. I don’t know how I was able to last this slut’s frantic sucking. She took my length about halfway into her throat when she gagged loudly. Backing off to take a breath, she dove back down and started to bob her head with fervor. Every time she would gag on my dick, she would pull off to breath and then try again, getting further each time. I was impressed by her progress.

After a few minutes in which I was surprised that I had lasted this long. I grabbed her head and began to thrust into her mouth. She gagged and ‘glucked’ on my cock, letting out sloppy wet sounds as she moaned on my rod. I looked into her eyes in the moment, and I could tell she knew I was about to cum. Finally with a deep grunt I backed my cock back so that only the head was in her mouth, and I released – probably – the largest load of my life into her mouth.

As soon as the first drop touched her tongue, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she started to convulse with a huge orgasm. So much nectar soaked through her denim shorts that it dripped and pooled at her feet. I was in awe of the sheer amount of girlcum she released from her cunt. Her eyes were a pure white, with her eyelids fluttering as I pulled my dick out of her mouth. “Remember not to spill or swallow.” I chided. My reminder made a bit of her focus come back as she shut her lips tight, while she continued to ride out the tail end of her orgasm. Finally, I told her to swish around my cum and savor its flavor. To her credit, Claire seemed legitimately infatuated with my cum’s taste. Watching her savor the taste of my cum was almost enough to get ready for round 2 right away. But I was aware that my time was limited before our mom would be home. Putting my dick away, I gave her time to come back to her senses.

Once she calmed down, I removed the vibrator from her soaked pussy and told her to clean up her slutjuice off the floor. She gave me a timid ‘yes sir’ and grabbed the mop. An idea came into my head as I watched her clean.

“Was that your first blowjob?” I asked. She only nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Answer me this then,” I added, “how were you so good at it, if it was your first time?”

Her face couldn’t have gotten redder. I looked at her expectantly, waiting for my answer.

“Umm… I may have practiced on a toy once or t-twice.” Claire uttered demurely.

“Once or twice?” I balked, “surely you have done it more than that. The way you were using your tongue, you had to have been practicing almost daily.” I could see her embarrassment mounting. “I want the truth from you from now on,” I commanded, “if I suspect you are lying to me, then I shall mete out your punishment.” Claire’s eyes widened, but she nodded in agreement. “What did you fantasize about when you sucked on your dildos?”

“I-I would just practice in case I ever had to do it,” she stammered, “you know in case I ever had to; I did not want to embarrass myself.” She looked nervous as she seemed to consider telling me more. I eyed her, silently pushing her to go on. “a-and I have always liked… or umm, been curious on how it felt.”

“you’re not telling me the whole truth,” I interrupted her coldly, “lying to yourself will count the same as lying to me,” I added.

“Ok, ok… I umm… alright I love the feeling of gagging on a cock,” She rushed out, resolving to tell me her fantasies, “w-when you started throat fucking me… I almost came. There is just something about my throat losing all purpose, except for being a cock sleave that just really turns me on.” She trailed off, looking at the ground.

“And what did you think of my cum?” I pushed further.

Her breath hitched and her eyes became a little glassy as she recalled my semen in her mouth. “It… it was the yummiest treat I have ever had; I wanted more the moment I swallowed it all. The texture was so gooey and slimy. It was so hot against my tongue like lava. I wished I could have tasted it all day,” Claire rambled, building excitement replacing her prior embarrassment.

“Well maybe for your next reward, I can finally give you what you want.” I said with honeyed words. Her excitement at my mention made her once again lower to her knees as she grabbed at my shirt.

“Please big brother, I’ll do anything,” she pleaded, “I need you to fuck my little pussy, and fill it with your hot seed,” Claire begged with a manic lust in her eyes. Even after that intense orgasm of hers, she still was wracked with sexual frustration at needing my dick in her.

“Alright enough of that,” I chided her, “go and get cleaned up. Mom will be here soon, and we will be having a nice family dinner tonight.”

Returning to her shy demeanor, she nodded and made her way to the upstairs bathroom to shower. Watching her tight ass, covered in her slick, go up the stairs; I couldn’t contain my grin at the thought of Claire making up to mom for being a bitch.

I’m exhausted. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a day off. Working ‘shorter’ days on Sunday were the only positives that job had. I was so tired that even though my son was back from graduating college, I didn’t have the energy to just sit down and talk with him. Then Claire… I don’t even know the last time I saw her. She was either not home or always in her room; I wanted to say it has been a few months since I have even spoken to her. I was going to really try tonight to be more present with my son. Last night he told me that he was going to start helping us out. For the first time in a long time, I felt tears of joy try to escape my eyes. I was so proud of my boy; all grown up and ready to move into a career where he can help people. I don’t know how I got so lucky with him. Zach said that he was going to talk with Claire about her behavior, and while I don’t think there will be any radical changes, I'm at least hoping he can turn her around.

Pulling into the driveway a little after 4, I noticed that the front lawn had been mowed. I smiled knowing my son was trying to clean up our house, which I have neglected due to work. Walking up to the front door, I was going to unlock the door when the door opened before I even got to it. My jaw was on the floor when I saw Claire wearing one of her prettiest sundresses – maybe a little tight around the chest since she got it when she was 14 – it was a nice mint green with thin shoulder straps. Her hair was put back in a braid, which had always been my favorite style of hers. She wasn’t looking at me, she seemed more interested in the floor instead.

“W-welcome home m-mommy,” Claire mumbled, her face flushed with embarrassment.

I stood there frozen not saying a thing. I felt tears gather at my eyes. For a second day in a row, I wanted to cry from happiness.

“Oh my god! My baby girl, you look so beautiful!” I gushed, moving forward to give my daughter a big hug.

“T-thanks, mommy,” Claire said, barely above a whisper, muffled by her face being pressed into her mom’s ample bosom.

“Hey mom, welcome home,” Zach called out as he rounded the corner. Zach was wearing an apron, showing that he was likely making dinner again for me, such a good boy.

“Dinner is almost ready mom,” Zach said, “Claire is just setting up the table for us to have dinner.”

“Wait… Claire, you’re going to eat with us?” I asked softly.

Looking over at her brother, sharing a look I couldn’t identify, “Yes, mommy… I-I wanted to talk with you about my behavior while we eat.” Claire said quietly. I looked to Zach, who gave me a smile, and I mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ to him.

Zach made the spaghetti again tonight, but I wasn’t complaining. I was just so excited for all three of us to be at the dinner table.

“Claire?” Zach scolded, “I think it’s time you tell mom what we discussed.”

With a nod Claire took a deep breath and looked at her mom. “M-mom, so I had a long conversation with Zach, and um… well the thing is… I need to apologize to you,” Claire paused, wringing her hands nervously, “I'm so sorry for the way I have treated you these past few years, and I just want you to know that I'm going to try and be better… with Zach’s help of course.” She looked over at her brother, who gave her a slight smile and a nod.

I couldn’t believe my ears; my daughter was finally coming back to me. The tears began to flow down my cheeks, as I attempted to wipe them away with a napkin.

“it’s okay mommy,” Claire sniffled, grabbing her mother’s hand and giving a light squeeze, “I’m gonna be a good girl from now on. And-and Zach was saying maybe you would be able to reduce your hours once he and I start working.” Claire smiled at her mother.

Zach took my other hand and squeezed it reassuringly. I don’t know what I did to deserve such amazing children. I wished that that moment could go on forever.

Shortly after dinner, Zach and mommy moved to the living room to chat at catch up, since mom was in a great mood. I was putting away leftovers and doing the dishes. At first when Zach was forcing me to talk with mommy, I was beyond angry. Not having a choice though, I dressed up in mommy’s favorite dress of mine, and well talked to her. By the end of dinner, I was glad Zach set this up. Seeing mommy cry with tears of joy really did something to me.

Of course, I was also soaking wet the whole time from the raw embarrassment and anxiety of the dinner. I don’t know why I was like this now, but whenever I felt nervous, ashamed, or embarrassed, I would become incredibly horny. Towards the end of the meal, I so desperately wanted to crawl under the table and suck my big brother’s yummy cock. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at the very thought of doing that while mommy was sitting right there. Suddenly I realized that I was calling her mommy even in my head. Zach had told me that mommy loved it when I used to call her that, and that it was what I was going to be calling her from now on.

With the dishes finally done, I looked around for something else to do. I was anxious to into the living room and talk with mommy and my brother. Those nerves were making my pussy throb with need. I squeezed my thighs together to stem the flow of my honey dripping down my legs. In the end that just made it feel better, and I began moving my hand down to rub myself over my clothes. The lace panties I was wearing were rubbing against my clit, giving me jolts of pleasure. My eyes unfocussed as I became consumed with my pleasure. I couldn’t help imagining what big brother would do to me.

I would be bent over the kitchen table, begging my big brother to fuck me with his thick cock. I would tease his cockhead by wiggling my ass in an attempt to have him enter me. What got me even hotter, was the thought that while he fucked me, he would flog my asscheeks and tell me what a horrible daughter I have been to mommy. I could almost cum just at the thought of my mommy’s disgusted face as she saw me moan and grunt like a bitch in heat. She would say ‘I can’t believe I gave birth to this waste of space’, then spit in my face. Big brother and mommy would whisper behind my back, just loud enough that I could hear. They would talk about what a horrible disappointment I was, and how I might as well just be a prostitute since I have no actual aspirations for my future. The idea that they would sell my body to strangers, who would treat me like shit, that put me right at the edge of cumming.

“Hey, Claire!” Zach yelled out.

I jolted out of my rubbing session. Zach was standing right there, smirking at me.

“Having fun all by yourself, slut?” Zach muttered as he moved closer to me, in order to have mommy not overhear.

I nodded and apologized to Zach. Zach walked around the island and grabbed my cunt. I let out a yelp before I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. Zach was frigging my clit rapidly. My legs shook, threatening to buckle and send me down to the floor.

“Is everything ok in there?” Mommy asked, yelling from the living room.

“Yeah, Claire almost dropped a glass that she was cleaning, we’ll be right there.” Zach answered back.

Zach leaned forward and sucked on my earlobe. My pussy was so close to exploding.

“Cum for me, my good girl.” Zach whispered in a deep soft tone.

Again, I did not know it was physically possible to keep having stronger and stronger orgasms, but this one was on a whole new level. It must have been knowing that mom was in the other room. Zach rapped me up in a hug to hold me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, as I convulsed and held the air in my lungs as my diaphragm tensed. As my body went limp in my brother’s arms. I heard the dripping of my pussy nectar hit the floor.

A few minutes later once I was able to stand on my own, I went to get a dish rag to clean up my girlcum.

Finally joining mommy and big brother in the living room, we watched a classic movie that we all used to enjoy on many a movie night. ‘What About Bob?”, this was easily one of my favorite Bill Murrays roles.

Not even halfway through the movie mommy was out cold, exhausted from work. I laid her head in my lap, and gently stroked her head. Looking over at Zach, for the first time he actually looked proud of me. More so than the pleasure I felt at humiliation, the warmth in my heart from the pride my brother felt, it was far sweeter.

Shortly after the movie was over, mom woke up and retired to her bedroom to shower then sleep. In the spirit of not wanting to ruin tonight’s mood, I told Claire that we wouldn’t be doing anything further tonight. I told her that I was starting my training with the psychiatrist I was recommended to tomorrow, and that I would like her to wake me up. I would also leave her the list of chores she was to complete before I returned home after work.

Claire took my instructions without any resistance. I was surprised at how much her mood changed from just this morning. The magic of that collar was truly amazing, I couldn’t wait to try its other modes.

I was enjoying an amazing dream. In the dream I was being ridden by a voluptuous woman. I could only see her silhouette, but somehow, I could tell that she was beautiful. I began to hear wet slurping sounds, which didn’t really match up with what was happening in my dream.

Slowly waking, I cracked my eyes open to feel a pleasurable feeling coming from my cock. Looking down I could see something bobbing up and down over my cock. Lifting the blanket, I saw my sister noisily slopping on my dick. She looked up at me with her doe eyes and gave me a sexy wink. Checking the time, I realized that this was the alarm I asked my sister for, and as much as I wished I could do this forever, unfortunately I had work.

“Such a good girl,” I cooed at her, running my fingers through her hair. She moaned at my touch and honeyed words. “Unfortunately, we have to rap this up so I can get ready.”

Claire understood what I meant and begun to double her efforts in getting me to cum. She was getting better at taking my cock down her throat, but she was still unable to get to the base. A minute later I grabbed her hair and grunted as I exploded into her hot mouth. She was surprised at the amount and started moaning at the taste of the cum she craved so much. She sucked and drew every last drop she could get out of me before she finally released my dick with a pop.

“I don’t understand how your cum tastes so good,” Claire moaned, shuddering at the wonderful taste, “I might become addicted to your cock big bro.” Claire looked at me and feigned an innocent act, giving me a look that told me she was begging me to finally fuck her.

Finally getting out of bed and cleaning up in the bathroom, I put on a nice pair of black dress pants, and a simple blue button down. I went into Claire’s room, handing her the list of chores for her to do; telling her that she was not allowed to touch herself until I was home.

I ran into mom, who was leaving for work at the same time as me. She didn’t look like she was at 100%, but she clearly was in higher spirits than the last few nights I saw her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, getting in her car then driving away. Turning around I saw my sister in the doorway. I told her I wanted a goodbye kiss. As she was leaning in to kiss my cheek, I stopped her and reminded her that wasn’t how we would be doing it. She shifted her head and locked lips with me. It was short, but I got my tongue in her mouth and managed to coax hers to join me. Releasing from the kiss, Claire was breathing heavy and hot, her face flushed with arousal.

“Make sure you’re a good girl for me today,” I told Claire, turning around to get in my car and leave. I heard her mutter “yes sir”, then she walked back inside and closed the door. Starting my car, I put in the coordinates for Dr. Cruz’s office, for my first day of my career.