Incest Seduction/Evade the kids until they go away
You were literally just playing with them a moment ago, so it's not surprising that they're trying to continue this. You can't really get mad about that, although you don't really want them to know about their dad's stiffy either. That might make things harder, and could make their dad softer. But the only thing you can put much thought into at the moment are the two pairs of fingers that are flitting up and down your bare soles.
“AHH-hahaha! Stop! Stop!" you yell, bouncing in Richard's lap.
“Careful!" he cautions with a strained voice. But you can't be cautious right now. You're getting tickled!
You push and pull with your arms around Richard's neck trying to improve your position or gain some height but nothing helps. So you put your hands down on his legs and try to push yourself upward. Again fruitless. After almost 30 seconds of uninterrupted tickling and squirming you wrap your arms around Richard's neck again and push down on his shoulders as hard as you can. Leaning forward and pressing your body against Mr Taylor, you manage to hold your feet up in the air at the end of your rigid legs splayed straight out from you at a solid 90 degrees. It's not too difficult given your regular yoga training, but in the end it's no use as the kids easily can stand up and follow your feet wherever you move them. You might just have to run.
Your core getting a workout from exerting and laughing yourself silly, you lower your body hoping to sit and negotiate terms until you feel something poke at your crotch. You try to halt your descent but when Kalli's tiny fingers tickle behind your knee your entire body just spasms and crashes downward. But the thing that poked you doesn't move. Worse that than, you plummet directly on top of it... and it into you.
“AAAHHH-"
You stifle your own scream by throwing your hands over your mouth. But that keeps you from holding yourself at all. Aidan and Kalli continue to tickle you, in no way dissuaded by your glass shattering cry. The only thing keeping what feels like a rolling pin from pushing into you any deeper is your panicked clench of a kegal and the now downward angle of your legs. You try so hard to stop kicking and bucking so that you don't sink any further but it's especially tough with these kids putting everything they have into punishing you via tickling and so you feel yourself losing tiny fractions of your vertical positioning every second.
You didn't want this to happen. It was just supposed to be some teasing. Now you're afraid to look down. It's so obvious. It's not much of a mystery. You might be a virgin (were?) but you can put the pieces together. Yet despite knowing what just happened you're already too far into utter denial to be able to acknowledge it right away. So even when you peer down the front of your slim body and see with your own eyes that you're hovering above several inches of Mr Taylor's cock, with what feels like 12 more inches buried inside you, it doesn't get processed right away.
Did you really just violently mount your pristine little teenage sex atop your near-uncle's fully erect adult cock?
You look Richard dead in the face. He stares back at you blankly. You then look down in unison at the predicament you're both in. It was almost certainly all of your lustful grinding and frantic bouncing that managed to free his cock out of the flap in his pajama pants. It's certainly possible that he pulled it out himself, or at least helped guide it in, but that's a thought you're not willing to entertain and one that hardly seems to matter now that he's inside you. Richard has just torn through your 14 year old virginity, and right in front of both of his kids. Thankfully they're a little preoccupied and aren't paying attention to much of anything above your knees.
You have to get off now, although not the way you'd like. Somewhere in the back of your mind you'd been really hoping to finally get fucked one day, just not like this. You grab Richard's shoulders to lift yourself again but he grabs your waist to hold you still. He's staring down at your joined privates in contemplation. You try pushing away from him to slide down his legs but again he holds you still. The two of you lock eyes, staring into each other for all eternity. Or for just a few seconds, you're not sure, but you silently plead with him all the same for him to let you go. He doesn't listen. Or maybe he doesn't hear you. Richard's hands slide down your waist to the tops of your scant hips.
“P-please," you try to whisper, still jerking about thanks to his tickling kids.
Staring into your eyes, he gently presses on your trim frame. Your mouth drops open while your eyes pop. You slowly and smoothly slide down another inch of his meaty shaft over the course of several seconds. Other than the pain and shock, you'd hardly felt when he first entered you. But now your pussy lips feel like they're being stretched as wide as they can go as your taut labia are dragged down the thick shaft splitting you open. You'd also hardly noticed how bulbous the head of his cock felt until it shifted inside you, the wide flared tip sinking ever so gradually deeper into your virgin vag.
He didn't press on you very hard, just helped speed up your tight slit's slow-motion swallowing of what clearly must be the biggest cock in the world. But in many ways this seems like the worst way to do this. The speedy bandaid method would be much better choice, at least from your perspective. Of course he's not factoring in your feelings here. Instead all you get to feel is the head of Richard's fat cock pushing past every bump and ridge inside your desperately clenched little cunt.
After a brief pause Richard pushes down a second time, the look of shock on your face only growing. Another half inch and the baby fist inside you taps against your cervix. You toss your head left and right as you not only wince but hold your breath against the onslaught of your first ever deep dicking and two precocious children's persistent fingers. You can't help but twist your body to and fro which also rotates your pussy around the length of the shaft bottomed out inside you. Strangely you now know what it must feel like to be a spinning top.
But Richard is still pushing. What he hasn't done up until now is push harder.
Richard takes a second to adjust your legs, spreading them further apart. Then he repositions his hands, one resecuring your hip while the other grabs the top of your ass. Together they push and pull you downward. That fist against your cervix suddenly forces itself even higher, achingly stretching your insides to make room as more of his member enters you. Keeping still didn't help before so now you kick and spasm in desperation. But your wriggling only makes it worse. A sick combination of discomfort and pleasure causes your eyes to flutter and your nipples to stiffen as you are well and truly stuffed with man cock. Only once the last inch has entered you and you have come to a stop against Richard's balls do you allow yourself to even attempt breathing normally. But every movement, even from inhaling, causes your body to shift around the shaft you're impaled on. You quickly throw yourself against Richard's chest just to try to find some place you can rest and gather your thoughts.
“Fuck you're tight."
You fervently nod in agreement pressing your face against Richard's shoulder. While you're still kicking your feet to try to evade his giggling kids, Richard throws his arms around you in a tight hug. Despite the huge dick at rest inside you, the hug is a tiny bit comforting. Of course that's not its purpose.
Squeezing your body, Richard rocks you forward half an inch. Then he relaxes giving you an inch of space. The next moment he closes that inch again. He's squeezing your body just to surreptitiously fuck you. It's a lot like how you were rocking against him before, except unlike you he's actually trying to not draw attention to this by keeping all movements shallow and subtle. Though he's managed to start a slow rhythm pumping that final inch of his in and out of you, there are so many inches crammed up inside you that it feels more like a second cock is trying to work its way in whenever the base of his ballsack taps your backdoor.
“Breakfast is ready!" shouts your mom as she leads your siblings into the kitchen. You can only glance at them, wanting to hide your face in shame. This is the first time Dawn has been downstairs this morning but mom must have prepared her as she hardly bats an eye once she sees you and the Taylor kids are all bare-ass naked.
“C'mon kids, grab a plate," encourages Tracy.
“But we're busy!" complains Kalli, leaping to her feet.
“There's plenty of time to play after you eat. Now come dish up."
Kalli and Aidan trudge their way around the island to grab some food alongside your siblings. Not having the two youngsters assaulting your feet is a welcome change. It's only with their absence that you realize how all their tickling was forcing you to repeatedly spasm and clench your pussy around their dad's cock. You're still incredibly tight of course, or he's incredibly massive, but you feel a little more comfortable now that they're gone.
“Richard, that does include you. Why is she even in your lap?" Tracy asks in a more hushed tone.
Richard has slowed to a crawl, but he's tenacious and refuses to stop outright. He's still pulling and pushing you to maintain that inch of thrust but now soothingly rubbing your back as well, possibly to make it look like he's comforting you while you slowly rock yourself in his arms. “It's nothing, really. Just a lot of activity here. Kim, uh... got herself all worked up but when push came to shove... she could barely take it. We just need... a few minutes." You can feel Tracy's cold stare through the back of your head. “Honest! Kimmy needed some help, and now I'm giving it to her. Isn't that right Kimmy?" He pats your back, asking for you to back him up. You wouldn't mind sharing just what it is he's giving to you, but you simply shift your legs and nod your head in agreement. “That's right. It's nothing some cuddles with Uncle Rich can't fix. Go on hun! Don't worry, we'll dish up in a minute."
“Way to uncle, Richard!" comments your dad with a chuckle. “Can you help us out more often?"
“We clearly need to talk about boundaries," Tracy notes, again in a not-hushed-enough tone. Your mom is oddly quick to step in and sing Mr Taylor's praises.
“Thank you so much Richard! This poor girl gets all worked up so quickly." Mom has raced to your side to start stroking your hair but it's more for show than compassion, clearly directing all this toward Tracy. “You should've seen her before you got here! Kimmy can be exhausting. She's like a leech sometimes. There's no doubt about it, our girl will completely suck you dry if you give her the chance. It's like she has this worrisome, insatiable hole in her and really needs someone to come fill it up, to put her at ease. Stress, hormones, poor kids have it so hard these days. It's a constant struggle really. But again thank you Richard for taking the time to try to fill the angsty teenage hole of our little Kimberly. It just means one of us won't have to do it later!"
"Yeah, he's a saint," adds Tracy.
Mom pats your butt with a chuckle before walking away. “Come Trace, we should fill up too! I really want you to try my husband's sausage!"
The other kids have already dished up and moved on to the dining room by the time mom redirects Tracy's attention to breakfast. As the adults plate up, you also hear a plate touch the floor beside you. Glancing down you see Kalli taking up her spot next to the chair again but with a plate filled with an assortment of breakfast staples. Seems she's ready to continue her attack on you the very moment she's done with her food.
With the slowed pace you can think a little more clearly but your thoughts aren't all that helpful; there's no denying you're still incredibly horny. You think back to helping daddy with the batter and knowing that everyone here will shortly be eating pancakes seasoned with your teenage pussy juice. You think about two whole families staring at the bottom of your baby smooth pussy when mom spread your ass open in front of the whole room. And obviously you can't stop thinking about the gargantuan cock that is stretching your insides with short firm thrusts. It's all a constant reminder of how utterly fucking depraved you are to be seriously considering letting him fuck you.
It's not too late though. Maybe you can talk Richard out of this. Maybe you can still salvage what's left of your first time and mostly virgin pussy for your brother instead. Or maybe Mr Taylor can just finish you off already and put you out of your misery.