Content Warning: Huge cock, Unrealistic anatomy, Incest, Bisexual ladies, Harem
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older
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Chapter 9: Daddy's Favorite
The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.
It was... hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.
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Rich's baritone voice called out, deep and loud, the call resonating through the house to fill every room and grab the attention of everyone who heard it.
"Dinner~!"
He grinned, pulling on his oven mitts and turning to the stove. A wall of intense heat washed over his face as the oven door opened, making his squint as he reached into it. His hands found his prize, swiftly pulling a casserole dish out of the heat and kicking the door shut, spinning on his heel to carry the bubbling baking dish to the table. He had to admit, it was much more fun to cook for the whole gang like he used to, rather than just for himself and Sam. The day had been unusual from the very start, to say the least, but it seemed like the simple act of cooking everyone dinner seemed to give a sense of normalcy back to the day. He set the dish down carefully on a hot pad, and pulled the tinfoil covers off the other serving dishes, letting the scent of food flood the room just as the girls began to arrive.
Sam rounded the corner, wearing nothing but black-and-purple striped stockings and an oversized black band t-shirt that came down low enough to just barely hide her ass. She had a whole drawer full of them, and often wore them as pajamas, a habit that had been rather troublesome until very, very recently. Her eyes widened at the spread laid out on the table. "Wow! You really went all-out, huh?" She exclaimed, looking over the buffet before her with a hungry look. The casserole dish still bubbled slowly, filled to almost overflowing with Rich's fancy four-cheese macaroni, the thick, creamy sauce baked to a delicious golden brown on the surface, finely-chopped bacon bits sprinkled over the top and stirred into the sauce. On the serving platter lay a half-dozen steaks, dark grill lines criss-crossing the thick, meaty slabs, liberally dusted with pepper and spices before being seared to a perfect medium rare. The serving bowl beside it overflowed with rich emerald green broccoli crowns, stir-fried with plentiful butter and garlic until they were just tender.
Anna followed swiftly on Sam's heels, still wearing her impossibly overfilled parody of a schoolgirl uniform, her epic, heaving, basketball-sized freckled tits straining against the top as she drew in a deep breath. "Damn, that smells fantastic!" She commented as she let the breath out in a sigh, breasts wobbling with momentum as she opened her eyes.
The two girls quickly found themselves a pair of seats, Sam settling in next to her father's seat at the head of the table, grinning broadly. "I know, right?" She agreed, licking her black-painted lips. "It feels like it's been a year since breakfast!" She added, eyes flicking from dish to dish like she wasn't sure where to start.
Rosa didn't seem to have the same hesitance as she walked around the table in her bikini, almost casually sticking a fork into one of the steaks as she passed and carrying it to her place as she sat down. No time for indecisiveness among her siblings, you had to get what you wanted before all the good stuff was gone. "This all looks so delicious..." She commented, pulling in her chair as she reached for the serving spoon to help herself to the macaroni.
As Anna and Rosa momentarily squabbled over the serving spoon, one could have almost missed Aiko's arrival. The tiny Japanese teen was quiet as a ghost as she made her way to her seat, a borrowed pajama shirt of Sam's hanging off her slender frame like a shroud. While she didn't say anything, her eagerness was clear on her face as she slid into place, helping herself to the uncontested garlic broccoli while Sam laid claim to the largest slab of steak and deposited it on Rich's plate.
Diamond arrived last, only the barest trace of a hitch in her stride as she walked toward the table. She too was wearing a borrowed pajama top from Sam, her own top ruined when he tore it off in the heat of the moment, but while the oversized shirt had engulfed Aiko's tiny frame, it hardly seemed able to contain the amazon, draped over the shelf of her full breasts, the hem stopping just above the waistband of her tight short-shorts. She leaned over the table, bending at the waist, offering Rich a view down the stretched collar of the shirt into the deep valley of her mahogany cleavage as she grabbed herself a steak. "Doesn't look half-bad, Dick." She commented, a begrudging acceptance punctuated with the nickname he so disliked. "You know, I always forget you can actually cook." she added, casually.
Sam smirked, looking at Diamond. "Well, I suppose the early years made a pretty strong impression. Every meal at home was either burned, frozen, or prepackaged." She recalled as she filled out her plate, turning to her father. "I seem to remember you managed all three at once a few times." She reminded, teasingly.
