My obvious fixation on Dad leads me to cater to his every whim, whether cooking his meals or scrubbing his laundry.
As I perfect my domestic duties, Dad starts recognizing me as his ideal mate, surpassing even Mom's abilities.
“Cook fried chicken better than your momma.” he says crunching into a leg.
“Bet your pussy is tighter than your mommas too.”
Eventually, he enters my bedroom sans clothing, presenting his rock-hard cock to me.
“Do Daddy a favor and help him milk his nasty boner.” he grips it with his fist and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
I gaze into his eyes, entranced, and begin to stroke his thick shaft.
“There we go, that’s it…” he licks his lips.
My fingers explore every vein and ridge, tracing patterns that ignite Dad's passion.
“Like that Dad?” I ask coyly.
“Just like that. Just. Like. That.” he throws his head back.
As I work his cock, I realize I've become Dad's surrogate spouse, fulfilling both domestic and sexual roles.
“Now stick it in your mouth, get it nice and wet so I can pound that pussy.” he instructs as he puts his hand on the back of my head. “Go on, get down on it.”
#GayCest
“You okay to pick your brother up from his practice tonight?”
“Umm…yeah alright…we might stop off and get some food on the way back…my treat for him.”
“That’s sweet of you.”
POV: later that day…lil bro milking out his favourite snack from big bro.