Incest Seduction/Go set the table to try to earn brownie points
Your lustful haze makes it hard to think. "Maybe later." That's all you can focus on. When will later come? How can you make it come faster? Daddy's busy now. Breakfast...
Against your body's will you roll yourself off of the island. Your legs nearly fail you when they hit the floor, one foot slipping and your opposite knee buckling. Your toes curl and you gasp sharply as gravity pulls even more of your wetness out of your deflowered sex. Experiencing it trickle out of you is such a shockingly different feeling from daddy's penis thrusting in; you can't help but freeze up and focus all of your attention between your legs once more. In reality you're sure it's hardly anything at all and yet you can feel your lubricant drift downwards over every freshly fucked ridge and bump inside of you.
Steeling yourself, you push away from the counter and hobble towards a specific drawer. The only way to get daddy inside you again is to get breakfast over with as soon as possible.
Mom glances at you with a smirk. "Did you need help with something?"
"No, just... setting the table."
Mom turns and blinks at you dumbstruck. "Oh. Okay. Thank you sweetie."
"You're welcome," you reply in as cheerful a tone as your recovering body can muster.
"Maybe I'll go wake your sister. Wouldn't want her to miss breakfast!"
Trudging over to the table with a handful of silverware you place each utensil down with intense scrutiny and focus. But as your collection of cutlery lightens, the weight of everything starts to hit you.
Dad just fucked you. He straight up fucked his own 14 year old daughter. In the kitchen. In front of his family. He didn't ask. You didn't offer. He took your virginity from you so nonchalantly like it meant nothing to him, as if it belonged to him from the start. He used you so completely then tossed you aside effortlessly.
It's all so wrong. You feel so ashamed. So violated. Consumed.
...so why do you want more?
Some part of you is broken. It has to be. How can you know all of this and yet still lust over your rapist father's cock? That's too harsh. It wasn't entirely his fault. You jumped onto his erection after all. And you are the one who wanted to prove you could be spend the morning naked, right?
You hardly notice that you've started scratching at your slit as you walk around the table. You do want more. You want to be stretched. You don't even care how. Is it really rape if you want more? No, Daddy couldn't help himself. You might have done the same thing to Zack if he was the one walking around completely naked.
Does Zack know you just fucked daddy? Could he tell? Maybe you should tell him. Why do you even want to? Would he get jealous? Maybe your brother would rape you too...
"Kimmy?"
You open your eyes at the sound of mom's voice. You don't have anymore silverware. You're just standing in front of the table rubbing yourself.
"I need plates," you mutter aloud, jarred into motion. Head down with guilt, you shuffle past your occupied father and beeline for the cupboards
Zack suddenly appears from behind mom, sans laundry. He manages to steal your attention instantly. You give him a quick smile, flicking at your ponytail like some silly grade schooler.
"You can take a seat, baby," offers mom to your brother. "Breakfast should be ready soon."
You meet Zack at the table with plates in hand. He pulls out a chair and sits as instructed while you continue your task.
"So... is this a thing you're doing now?"
"I've set the table plenty of times," you shoot back.
Zack actually chuckles at that. "You know what I mean."
"Umm... Sure. Why not?" You add with a shrug, fumbling through some sort of feigned confidence.
"It's not exactly normal."
"Mom says it's perfectly natural."
"Yeah, she would. But... you're really into this then? For real?"
You place your last plate, reaching and bending your nude form over the table.
"What if I am?"
"Uh, then... yeah. Good for you I guess."
You do a full turn in front of your brother then back up into the table. Resting your butt against the edge you stick your arms up and stretch with a satisfied moan, parting your legs just enough to help you feel extra naughty and expose yourself that much more.
You drop your eyelids and blank your expression, shooting for sultry. "Does this bother you?"
Zack is fighting to look away, but he's losing. His eyes begin to drift their way down your young girlish frame.
"Something like that, yeah."
You bite your lip after that comment but can't hide your smile. Your nipples stiffen again, your meager chest thrust forward. Each of your hands become stuck behind your head as you stare down at your big brother while presenting yourself so blatantly. There are so many things you want to say as emotion wells up inside you. The pounding of your heart beating in your ears is trying to distract you, but your shy nervous self is just barely held in check by how horny you are. Somehow you're completely naked in front of your brother and he's actually checking you out. You just want to enjoy this moment a little longer.
Zack finally looks away, the silence becoming too awkward.
"I didn't know you could do the splits like that. That's... impressive."
Nope. You can't stand this. You have to tell him.