[pre-story]Disclaimer: All characters are 18+
Content Warnings: unrealistic anatomy, huge cock, huge breasts[/pre-story]
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John stirred, eyes squeezing shut against the morning light filtering into the room. Instinctively, he brought his arm up to cover his eyes, or rather, he tried to, but found it weighed down, pinned beneath something heavy and... soft. He lifted his head and cracked his eyelids open just a tiny bit to investigate. At the sight of Aunt christina's glorious body laying on his arm, the muscular limb buried between her enormous tits, her arms wrapped possessively around it as she slept, the events of the prior night flooded back to him. Images of fucking one curvy redhead after another flashed in his mind, of four freckle-faced beauties worshipping his shaft with lips, tongues, and hands, of massive, milky melons wrapping around his shaft, smothering his face, squishing against each other as mother kissed daughter and sisters kissed sisters and he kissed them all in the throes of passion. The monster between his thighs stirred, and he heard a small, satisfied purr from below, glancing down to see one of the triplets had fallen asleep with her head rested on his shaft, and as it swelled beneath her, she nuzzled her cheek against it like an affectionate cat.
As tempting as it was to just take her by the head and wake her up by stuffing his swelling cockhead into their mouth, his stomach had other ideas. He hadn't eaten since the party, and all he'd been able to eat there had been a handful of snacks, and now, his body demanded he satisfy his OTHER primal urges first. Extracting himself from the tangle of freckled limbs and curvy bodies without waking their owners was a slow, careful process, as was climbing over them once he was free. There was a close call when stepping over one of the sisters, he left his hips too low and his swinging shaft smacked her across the face as he passed. Fortunately, she was too exhausted to awaken fully, it seemed, and once she'd settled back down, he tiptoed out the door, pulling it gently closed behind him.
With the slumbering foursome behind him, John gave a stretch, his entire, muscular body flexing and pulling to ease out the strains from last night's more acrobatic maneuvers. His stomach growled audibly, reminding him of its hunger, and he lowered a hand to his abs in a vague motion to soothe it. Blinking away the last of the sleep from his eyes, he started off toward the kitchen, still completely naked, his eight-inch flaccid shaft swinging pendulously and slapping against his thighs with each step. His clothes were all out in the car, and anyways, there wasn't much point in getting dressed until it was time to leave.
As he rounded the corner into the kitchen, he froze. Dani was sitting at the table, a bowl of chocolatey cereal in front of her, spoon halfway lifted to her lips. The top of her usual fluffy pink pajamas had been discarded, leaving her in just the pants and a white, lightweight tanktop. Christina's youngest wasn't THAT much younger than her siblings, honestly, but she certainly looked younger than she was. In this family, it was all but guaranteed she'd end up an overdeveloped, busty bombshell like her sisters sooner or later, but thus far, those curves hadn't shown themselves. That's not to say she wasn't a lovely girl, she was... petite, just under five feet tall with a slender, athletic body, a tight little ass and relentlessly perky breasts on her chest, budding b-cups that didn't even need a bra, though judging by the way they jiggled just a little when she bounced around excitedly on her toes, she would need one soon. She was on the swim team in her school, and he'd seen her lithe little body in a skintight one-piece enough times to have the sight burned into his mind. Her coppery hair was tied up in a ponytail except for some face-framing bangs, and her bright blue eyes were fixed on him with a look of surprise.
There was a moment of silence in the kitchen, then the corner of Dani's lips quirked up into a smirk. "...Forget something?" She asked, sarcastically.
John smirked back, looking down at his own nakedness, and have his hips a shake, letting his slumbering serpent swing between his thighs for a moment, then looked back up, grinning. "Nah, I'm pretty sure it's all there." He replied with a chuckle.
Dani rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she couldn't hide the way her smirk widened. "Gawd, that was terrible." She muttered, lifting her spoonful of cereal to her lips. "You planning to put on pants, or are you enjoying showing off too much?" She asked, dryly, after moment of chewing.
John arched an eyebrow as he walked over to the pantry and fished out a bowl, making no effort to cover himself. "I seem to recall you didn't mind me 'showing off' last night..." He teased.
Dani's face flushed a bit. "You- Well, how was I supposed to IGNORE that when you were all making such a racket?" She demanded, pointedly.
