Chapter 17: Family Dinner Deception

The evening sun dipped low as I prepared for dinner, the scent of roasting lamb filling the house. Richard and Jake would be home any minute, their voices already echoing in my mind—deep, commanding, full of that possessive hunger that made my core throb. But beneath my apron, Harlan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky secret from this afternoon's romp. I'd showered, sure, but the faint ache in my pussy reminded me of his thick shaft stretching me wide, his grunts as he pumped me full. It turned me on, this double life, fucking them both while plotting more.

I set the table, smoothing my skirt—a modest floral number that hid the fact I wore nothing underneath. No panties to soak through, just my bare lips brushing fabric with every step. The doorbell rang; it was Aunt Lydia, Richard's sister, arriving early for our monthly family meal. She was sharp-eyed, always probing, but tonight she'd be useful. Maybe I'd tease her husband, Uncle Tom, that balding accountant with wandering hands at last Christmas's party.

Richard arrived first, wrapping his arms around me from behind in the kitchen, his erection pressing against my arse. 'Missed you today, princess,' he murmured, nipping my earlobe. His hands slid up to cup my breasts through the blouse, thumbs circling nipples that peaked instantly. 'What've you been up to?'

'Just baking, Daddy,' I lied sweetly, grinding back against his hardness. 'Can't wait to taste you later.' He chuckled, squeezing once before letting go as Jake burst in, dumping his gym bag and pulling me into a fierce kiss. His tongue plunged deep, tasting my mouth like he owned it, while his fingers dug into my hips.

Dinner started innocently enough. Aunt Lydia chattered about her garden, Uncle Tom nodding along, his eyes flicking to my cleavage when he thought no one noticed. I crossed my legs under the table, feeling the slickness between my thighs—Harlan's seed mixed with my fresh arousal. Jake's foot nudged mine, a silent promise, while Richard poured wine, his gaze heavy on me.

As plates cleared, I excused myself to the kitchen for dessert—cheesecake I'd whipped up, creamy and indulgent. Uncle Tom followed under pretense of helping, cornering me by the counter. 'You've grown into quite the woman, Delilah,' he said, voice low, his hand brushing my arm. Too close, his breath hot on my neck.

I turned, pressing against him just enough to feel his paunch and the surprising bulge in his trousers. 'Uncle Tom, you're naughty,' I whispered, my hand trailing down his chest. 'What would Lydia say?'

'She wouldn't mind sharing,' he breathed, emboldened, his fingers grazing my thigh under the skirt. I parted my legs slightly, letting him discover my bareness. His eyes widened, a finger sliding along my wet slit, dipping in shallowly. 'Christ, you're dripping.'

I stifled a moan, glancing toward the dining room where laughter rang out. Risk pulsed through me like fire. I unzipped him quickly, freeing his cock—average length but girthy, veins pulsing as I stroked it. 'Quick, before they notice,' I urged, dropping to my knees on the cool tiles.

My mouth enveloped him, lips stretching around the head, tongue swirling over the salty tip. He groaned softly, hand fisting my hair, guiding me deeper. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing fast while my free hand fondled his balls. Spit trailed down my chin as I took him to the back of my throat, gagging quietly but pushing on.

'Fuck, yes, swallow it,' he hissed, thrusting shallowly. The door creaked—footsteps. I pulled off with a pop, tucking him away just as Jake appeared. 'Everything alright?' he asked, eyeing us suspiciously.

'Just chatting,' I said innocently, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Uncle Tom adjusted himself, face flushed. We carried the cake out, my pussy clenching at the near-miss, juices trickling down my inner thigh.

Later, after Lydia and Tom left—him shooting me a heated glance—I cleared the table while Richard and Jake lounged on the sofa, watching me with predatory eyes. 'Come here, love,' Richard called, patting his lap. I straddled him, skirt hiking up, his hands immediately shoving it aside to find my soaked cunt.

'No knickers? Naughty girl,' he growled, fingers plunging in, three at once, stretching me. I rocked against his hand, kissing him hungrily as Jake knelt behind, spreading my cheeks. His tongue lapped at my arsehole, wet and insistent, circling before pushing inside.

'Who's been a bad slut today?' Jake murmured against my skin, nipping the flesh. I whimpered, grinding down on Richard's fingers while Jake's tongue fucked my arse. The dual assault had me trembling, orgasm building swift and sharp.

'Tell us,' Richard demanded, curling his digits to hit my G-spot. 'Did you touch yourself thinking of us?'

'Yes, Daddy,' I gasped, lying through moans. 'Always you two.' Jake stood, freeing his cock and rubbing the head against my puckered hole, slick with his saliva. He pressed in slowly, inch by inch, my arse yielding to his girth. Richard unzipped, guiding my hand to stroke him while he fingered me harder.

Once Jake was buried deep, he started thrusting, steady and deep, his balls slapping my pussy. Richard pulled his fingers free, slick with my arousal, and fed them to me—'Taste how wet you are.' I sucked them clean, then bent to take his cock in my mouth, the angle awkward but perfect for the fullness.

They moved in rhythm, Jake pounding my arse, Richard fucking my face. Drool escaped my lips around his shaft, tears pricking my eyes from the depth. Uncle Tom's flavor mingled faintly with Richard's pre-cum, a filthy secret spurring me on. I came first, body seizing, muffled cries vibrating around Richard's length as my arse clenched Jake tight.

Jake pulled out, spinning me to face him. He lifted me onto Richard's lap, impaling my pussy on his stepfather's cock. Then, from behind, Jake entered my arse again, the double stretch burning deliciously. They thrust alternately—one in as the other withdrew—filling me completely, cocks separated by only a thin wall.

'Our perfect little fucktoy,' Richard grunted, hands bruising my hips. Jake's fingers found my clit, rubbing furiously. The pressure exploded; I screamed, orgasming again, walls milking them both. Richard came next, flooding my pussy with hot spurts, while Jake held out, pulling free to paint my back with his load.

We slumped together, their bodies sandwiching mine, breaths ragged. 'You're ours, Delilah,' Jake whispered, kissing my shoulder. 'No one else's.'

I smiled into Richard's chest, the lie sweet on my tongue. 'Only yours.' But as their hands roamed possessively, I plotted the next thrill—maybe slip away with Tom for a proper shag, or lure Harlan into a riskier meet. The deceptions wove tighter, my cravings endless, pulling me deeper into the web.