Incest Seduction/You really shouldn't leave. You're in enough trouble already.
Are the neighbors really going to see you like this? You can hardly believe that could even happen. You wait second after second, your stomach rising up your throat expecting mom to shoo you out of the kitchen at any moment, or for dad to hand you your robe. But no one seems the teeniest bit concerned.
You could just run. There's still time. But the last thing you want to do is cause a scene, and you also don't want to give mom the satisfaction of winning. So you steel yourself, abs and glutes tightening, eyes closing, readying for this to happen.
Daddy takes one last long suck of your nipple, releasing it with a smack. He drops down into a squat for a better look at your batter coated pelvis just as you hear footsteps move into the kitchen.
"Morning."
Your eyes shoot open. It's not the neighbors.
"Hi baby! Doing some laundry?"
"Yep." Your brother casually strolls forward with a large bag, barely glancing into the kitchen. But suddenly he stops, forced to do a double take. His eyes quickly affix themselves on you, traversing your nude submissive form, your body opened up and leaning back against the counter.
"Um... what's with Kim?"
"What's with Kim?" daddy parrots, taking a moment. He doesn't look away from your crotch though, carefully attending to your vulva with his spatula. "Let's just say she had a bit of an accident. Now we're trying to salvage my pancake batter."
Zack takes in the scene before him. Your robe is hung carefully from the cupboard. Mom has started up the stove, handling dad's sausage. Dad has his signature pancakes in hand. You are the only element that is truly out of place. That might be the understatment of the year, you being the naked girl with wispy streaks of pancake batter covering the length of your torso. But considering the relative normalcy it looks like Zack is willing to accept dad's very incomplete explanation.
A grin on his face, your brother walks toward you. You gasp a little, but all thanks to dad. He has planted his thumb and forefinger on either side of your slit. His hefty digits spread you open, releasing a small amount of batter stuck between your sensitive folds. He then pinches your lips together, squirting a few additional drops of arousal into the bowl below you.
"This looks like one heck of an accident Kimmy."
Your brother is standing next to you, trying too hard to not look down at your small chest and excited nipples. Your eyes flutter rapidly as you try to hold back all the pent up emotion and arousal contained within you.
"I... I know."
You're sure you look just how you feel; spent, pathetic and defeated. Your brother strokes your hair before kissing your temple comfortingly, at the very least offering you his pity.
You jump after your brother kisses you, but once again it's dad's fault. He pushes the long rubbery edge of the spatula between your labia, the thin pinpoint edge shocking you when it collides with your clit. You nearly kick the bowl out of dad's hands as you try to spin away, having reached as much as you can take.
"Kimmy! Careful!" scolds your father.
"She's so excitable, isn't she?" mom goads.
You ignore them both and rush over to the sink, eager to clean your hands and wash away the remnants of the batter on your body. Part of you is frustrated that Zack is taking this so normally. Worse than that, it's like he still sees you as his kid sister. You're 14 dammit! And you're every bit as hot as the floozies you've seen at his campus. So what if you're short? At least dad knows you're not just his little girl anymore. Although you're already cringing at the memory of you smearing his batter down your body. Removing the evidence of your shameful behavior is helping to clean your conscience a little but it doesn't lessen your arousal. Especially not while you rub a wet cloth across both your nipples and into your pussy.
"You really should give this a taste, Zack."
You look over to see your brother accepting the spatula from your father. Before you can warn anyone, he licks the length of the rubber edge, the edge that dad just had pressed between your gushing womanhood.
"Hmm. Umm, what did you put in here again?"
"I bet you're tasting the cocoa. It's a more earthy chocolate."
"Sure... earthy."
Zack peers questioningly into the mixing bowl. You push the warm cloth harder against your sex. Your brother just licked your pussy off of a kitchen utensil! The redness in your face only deepens from that. Will everyone be able to taste you in dad's pancakes? Will they even know what they're tasting? It's humiliating to think about but it makes your privates tingle with lust.
Dad brings the batter over to mom. Your brother makes for the door.
"I should get my laundry going."
"Make sure you split it up, baby," advises mom. "That's too big of a load for you to put in all at once."
Zack scoffs. "I've given you a load this big before."
"Yes baby, but I know how to handle it. After all, I've been taking your loads for years. Trust me, you'll have a much better time if you put some of that aside for later."
"Alright. You're the expert on loads I guess."
Why is it the hornier you get the dirtier everything sounds to you? Including laundry apparently. You pull the washcloth away from your crotch, very well washed by now, and step back from the sink. Part of you is still stewing over how little your brother thinks of your nudity. Maybe by cornering him in the laundry room you could force him to take another look at you and change his mind. But that could easily lead to disappointment if you will forever be his kid sister. Maybe you should just deal with the rest of your mess. There's still batter on the counter and floor that needs to be cleaned up. If you want in your parent's good books that is.