Incest Seduction/Go upstairs and shower
You don't care anymore. This is too much. You're sweaty, exhausted, covered in jizz, and you don't even want to think about how far away lunchtime is. You guess Mom was right from the outset. There was no way you could make it the whole morning like this. Maybe sitting naked alone in a corner, but not with all this teasing and taunting and sex that's been pushed on you. You can't even explain why you agreed to do so much. Maybe you never really did. You just kept letting things happen, over and over. But you can't do it forever. You tried, really hard too, but your best wasn't good enough. You're done.
"Fine. You win. Are you happy?" You continue to cry without emotion, wetting your cheeks further. Mom lovingly wipes away tears and cum from under your eyes while daddy steps in and strokes your hair.
"Sweetie! You were amazing!" Gushes mom, suddenly heaping praise onto you. "It's okay if you want to stop."
"But... the bet..."
"We'll figure that out later sweetheart," adds daddy.
Mom nods then looks over at dad. "Really though. I need to think about that. This went further than I expected..." She whispers to him, glancing at you from the corner of her eye.
"Okay, but... I feel bad. I... I know I'm a loser. But I didn't want to-"
"Kimmy!"
Mom quickly cuts off your train of thought with a kiss. It's a slow, rolling, tender affair, her tongue softly flitting past your lips with a sultry sort of comfort unbefitting of any mother. You can clearly taste your father's cock on her breath. Before today you would have had no idea what that sharp flavour was, but after holding your sibling's dick in your mouth for a good while it's pretty clear to you what you're tasting now. It's not too jarring since you just sucked your brother's cock and he and Daddy seem pretty similar. And yet there is a distinctive difference between them. You're not just tasting his cock; mom is also giving you a hint of your own pussy.
That flavorful kiss does help you though. It reminds you of all the best parts of the morning so far. Mom kisses you just long enough to make your clit tingle, making sure to get one happy sigh from you before she pulls away.
"We were trying to make you feel good sweetie! That's what all of this was about! No child of mine is a loser, but I'm still going to hold you to our bet. Now go upstairs and sort yourself out, dirty girl."
"Our dirty girl," adds daddy, kissing you through the cum on your forehead like it isn't even there.
You wander off upstairs in a daze, partly because you've been used like a two dollar whore, and partly because your family is so supportive of this. Even after all the wrong, naughty, debaucherous things you've done this morning, mom and dad still treated you like their little princess. It's reassuring but confusing. You're just glad tha-
"The fuck?"
"Huh?" Oh yeah. Dawn. You stop in the hallway in front of your older sister, staring at her blankly. She looks you over in bewilderment.
"Hold up." Dawn taps her earbud then points her phone toward you. "Okay. Now... what the crazy shit just happened to you?!"
Making no effort to cover yourself, you drop your head down to examine your small, brutalized, cum-streaked figure, and try to come up with a succinct explanation for all this.
"Umm... I didn't listen."
"To what? Your dignity?"
"Excuse me?"
Your sister zooms in on your angry expression then pans down your body. "You look like you just fucked your whole middle school!"
You scowl at Dawn but you're in no mood to get defensive or actually explain yourself. But you always have attitude to spare. "Yeah, I did all of them. My whole class. They just left. Cunts and dicks and jizz, just a ginormous orgy. You jealous?" Wanting to get her off your back, and maybe gross her out, you slam two fingers up your twat and wiggle them around so you can pull out a slimy mix of you and daddy. "Want some?" you ask, reaching your hand toward the camera, parting your fingers and stretching the swirl of spunk between your digits. Thankfully your sis backs up in horror.
"Ew! Go away you freak!"
You smile and keep walking. She has no idea.
Inside the bathroom, you worry that Dawn might tell mom that you just fingered yourself in the hallway. Then you realize it doesn't matter now. You already lost the bet. There's nothing holding you back now. You can do whatever you want. That realization gets gears turning and juices churning. You swear you don't actually want to, that there's no reason for it, but just knowing that you can do anything makes you strangely horny. How can you still be so turned on after all that happened downstairs? But as you turn on the shower you think about the tingle in your clit, about how you made your brother jizz himself, and how big daddy felt inside you. Your hands are rubbing your pussy before the water is even warm. Leaning back against the sink you work your messy mound with both hands, fingers vibrating against your clit while others plunge inside.
What is wrong with you? You are so sore and beat up, and yet you've never felt better. You are so tired, but you're positive you can cum even more. You are so utterly filthy... but you want to be dirtier.
You pull your fingers from your pussy then reach around to your ass, shoving your lubricated digits into the only hole yet to be defiled today. Fingering your ass, you lick your clit fingers to get them wetter, then consider that you have tons of spunk you can use too. That's way freakier. You wipe across your chest, smearing your tits with your family's mixed seed and collecting some of it on your hand. Turning toward the mirror you decide to lick some cum from your palm just like before to see if it looks as slutty as you imagined it to be. It does. It definitely does. Worse no doubt. In addition to the dollups of semen you're collecting on the tip of your tongue, you now have to look at the ropes of cum on your cheeks complimented by a stream of tears, jizz speckling your face like oversized freckles, and sizeable goo globs sunk into your hair, not to mention dotting the rest of your body. You're a mess. A hot, disgusting, slutty, horny mess.
Fully facing the mirror, you work your clit and your ass at the same time while giving yourself the best 'do me' eyes you can. You can't even focus on any one event from this morning. There's just too much in your head and the flurry of conflicting emotions doesn't let you hold onto anything. All you can do as you bring yourself closer to orgasm is whisper, "Fuck me... fuck me..."
After a minute your legs start to shake and your arm gets tired but you're not quite there. You switch hands, desperately needing to reach the top of this mountain, then grab a hairbrush in frustration. You start fucking yourself with the handle, plenty of yours and daddy's juices swimming around to help it sink deep inside you despite how tightly you're gripping it. Even with your pussy feeling achy and sore it's still so good to have something filling you, stretching you. But you hardly take the time to enjoy it. You start shaking it madly into your vayjay, as punishing as it is relieving, involuntarily shouting obscenities as you bury its length. A moan and a squeal later and you throw the hairbrush down before you outright collapse, barely grabbing onto the counter before you can fall all the way. Panting and heaving over the sink, you can feel your abused pussy drip and trickle down your legs. Now. Now you're completely spent.
Apparently you've wanted to get yourself off all morning. That's what you wanted more than anything. Because even after everything you've done, only now that you've given yourself an orgasm do you feel completely satisfied. Leaning on your elbows, you give yourself enough time to recover here before you try to stand. With one last look into the mirror to reaffirm that this morning wasn't just some weird dream, you step into the shower finally ready to wash your filth away.
That last orgasm really did you in. You manage to soap up your body and quickly wash your hair but you feel so weak now. All the energy and pent up frustrations you were dealing with is swiftly washed down the drain as you stand under the cleansing stream. Stepping out after only a few minutes, you lazily towel off and try to brush your hair. What you really need now is to lay down for a while.
Countless hands roam your naked body. You can't see them, but they're all over you. You can't stop them either, the hands gripping and pulling on you, securing your wrists and ankles, holding your knees apart. Invisible fingers also poke at every orifice, able to violate you at will. Bright bulbs light up your squirming body from every angle. Murmurs and whispers comment from the darkness behind the light. At first you think you're laying down, but then you realize you're suspended in the air, slowly being spun about to allow the hidden crowd to inspect every crevice of your body.
The hands move nonstop across your form like tiny hairless rodents giving you goosebumps. But the fingers on your privates are the only ones that keep your attention. They squeeze your breasts, rub your nipples, paw your mound, pinch your vulva, press your clit. They play with you however they see fit. Eventually fingers start to thrust in and out of all your holes more earnestly, driving inside you and making you writhe for your audience. Fingertips claw and pull on your tongue while others jab your asshole. Some digits pry open your sex uncomfortably wide while others are quick to plunge their way much deeper.
Can the crowd see the hands that are on you? Do they know you're not doing this? Or do they simply see a naked young girl with stretched open holes moaning and vibrating with pleasure, her pussy already dripping wet.
More and more fingers wedge their way into your ass, pussy, and mouth. You suck and gyrate, trying to make them happy. But you can't satisfy them. They just want more of you. As the slender digits pile in, their movements get more coordinated. Soon, with synchronized thrusting, it's as if you're being fisted in every hole. And you love it.
It's hard to grasp at first, but then you become certain that you're cumming. It's like an out of body experience; you know what's happening to you, it's just happening far away. But your muscles strain and shudder through layered waves of ecstasy. You cum and you cum, a long continuous climax. Hands are pulling your hair, choking your neck, pushing every limit. Drooling from your open mouth, a stream of grool oozing from your gaping pussy and hanging from the thin flesh separating it from your gaping ass, your legs shake as you suddenly piss yourself, losing all control of your body, the crowd gasping and murmuring louder. You want to ask them for help. If only your mouth was free. And yet your thoughts are consumed by two words: fuck me.
You wake up with a smile, feeling warm and tingly. Then you observe the state you're in. Just like your dream you haven't a stitch of clothing on. Looks like you fell asleep naked on your bed. You do remember laying down after your shower but apparently you were so tired you didn't even close the door to your room. At least you assume you didn't, since it's open.
You tiptoe to your door, not wanting to attract attention if anyone is upstairs, then quietly close it. After a quick stretch, using your tiptoes some more, your thoughts immediately return to your dream. What was that? Hidden desires? Your brain making sense of things? You've had some intense dreams before but that was pretty raunchy stuff. You slip into some comfy underwear and a bra, then shorts and a tank top, and find that you're still blushing about this by the time you're dressed. It isn't until you make your way downstairs that you remember you have plenty more to be blushing about.
"Afternoon sleeping beauty!" quips your dad from the kitchen.
Okay, well someone saw you. You don't bother to try replying and just advance slowly. Dad and mom are cleaning up after lunch.
"We made a sandwich for you. We assumed you'd be hungry once you woke up."
"Oh. Thanks." Warily you move forward and sit at the island where mom places your plate.
"Nothing like working up an appetite!" mom sings with a smile. But that's as much as she offers, turning back to daddy to continue the conversation they were having before you came down.
How are they acting so normal? You want to crawl under the table right now. Your whole damn family used you like a teenage sex doll this morning. That's a pretty big deal. And what did they do after? They made you a sandwich...!
This seems crazy. Did you dream the entire morning too? There's no way. It was all so visceral. Mom's tongue. Daddy's dick. Zack...
"Where's Zack?" you ask, autonomously lifting a piece of your lunch from your plate.
"He said he had plans. Left as soon as his laundry was dry," explains dad.
Mom sighs and adds, "I wish he gave us more of his time. He's always coming and going."
You nod, slowly chewing on bread. You have so many things you want to say, so many questions to ask, but you're not sure how to bring any of them up. It's all rattling around in your brain, none of it fully processed. You're in the middle of your second bite when you suddenly manage to blurt out, "I'm sowry abowt yowar bet."
"Sweetie, don't be sorry! We agreed we'll sort that out later. You just eat."
Dad chimes in with, "And don't be afraid to ask for more!"
"We'll give you as much as you want!" chuckles mom.
Hunched over your plate, you stare at them like the aliens they are. How do they expect everything to go back to normal? Kissing, cocks, fingering, cum... none of that is part of your typical family time, and is nothing a good daughter should be part of. Aren't they going to chastise you? Call you a slut? You feel like you should be grounded. But why are you thinking like that? Did you really do anything wrong? Do you want them to call you a slut? Why don't you want to go back to normal? It's hard to make sense of anything.
You're very cagey throughout the afternoon, expecting some wrath to be levied or for someone to suddenly throw you down, but despite your abnormal morning activities the afternoon turns out to be downright boring. Not even Dawn has anything to say after she returns. By dinner time you're starting to accept that everything is okay, that you're not an abhorrent daughter, that what happened doesn't make you any different, even if you know you'll never be the same.
After dinner you offer to help cleanup. Mom thanks you with a kiss on your cheek and a pat on your butt. You swear her hand lingers a little... but you're probably imagining it.