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There exists a less-than-publicly known area of Middleton National Park. With its own out-of-the-way entrance. For the more serious sportsman, outdoorsman, and seasonal hunter types. There is a lake on the far side separated from the others by the whitewater rafting rapids of the Middleton River leading into Middleton Falls.

Practically hidden.

Where can be found several cabins around the lake's peaceful waters suitable for boating, fishing, and swimming. Complete with docks and floating platforms.

Remote. Lesser traveled. Peaceful and tranquil.

At least it was.

The quiet was shattered the moment an eighteen-passenger minibus pulled up to disgorge a group of boisterous preteen boys, loudly quibbling teen girls, and the driver, an adult woman.

 



Male and female voices filled the air. Crossed the water. Bounced back from farside shorelines and trees.

"Alright, alright. Quiet down, quiet down. Shhhh!"

The crowd was momentarily sedated. The girls, Middleton High students, responded in unison out of ingrained habit.

""""Yes, Miss Hatchet.""""

"Lemme confirm the arrival headcount."

The heavy-set stern-faced woman, a teacher and the Middleton High librarian, produced a steno notepad. Flipped it open. Adjusted her glasses.

"Miss Rockwaller and her brother…"

Bonnie and a ginger boy; "Here."–"Present."

Checking them off, "…that's two; the Flagg sisters and brother…"

A trio of blondes—one dusky with white hair—chimed forth; "Tara."–"Tiara."–"Jack."

"Don't care names—only the headcount—Five; Miss Possible and twin brothers…"

"Here."–""Twins one and two.""

"Eight; Miss Monet and brother…"

"Present."–"Likewise," answered Monique from behind her brother, hands on his shoulders.

"Ten; Miss Foal and cousin…"

Hope nodded, "Here."–"Here."

"Twelve; Miss Flores and brother…"

"Yes ma'am."–"Same."

"Fourteen; Finally, Miss Mañana and a Mister Salvador…"

Although brother and sister, the pair had different last names, "Here, ma'am."–"Si, present."

"Fifteen and sixteen. All accounted for. Please unload your luggage whilst I give the accommodations a final inspection."

As she turned for the porch and entrance of the modernistic A-frame structure—not a log cabin as all had expected—the Rockwaller girl started laying out directions.

"Alright, boys. Start unloading. Take in the groceries and our stuff."

Her brother objected, matching groans from the rest.

"Why us? Why should we be the ones lugging your luggings?"

Kim, "They're not your, our, servants, Bonnie."

"They're the team, aren't they? They won, didn't they? They're the reason why we're all here, aren't they? Only makes sense such strong, able-bodied boys carry our gear, right?"

Even her usual right shoulder sycophant pitched in her voice.

"And just whose fault are we all here? Who obligated us all for this long Memorial Day weekend?"

Monique, "We were just their support club…, supposed to have been their rooting section…"

Kim, "Cheering them on. Their cheerleaders…"

Loaded down with duffels and bags, Jim and Tim piped in.

"Encouraging us…"
"Supporting the team…"

Zita, "We're not cheerleaders."

Arms also loaded, El San Salvador countered.

"There's four actual cheerleaders, and with my sister on the Drill Team, that's cheerleader-adjacent. So five… right, Sis?"

A slender dusky beauty nodded in agreement.

"Si, Salvo. As you say."

They were interrupted by Miss Hatchet exiting the domicile.

"Everything here passes muster. Soon’s the minibus is unloaded, I'll be off. My cabin's on the other side of the lake, around a bend so I won't have to see or hear whatever you reprobates have in mind.

"See to it the rangers won't be bothering me and we all'll get to enjoy this extended weekend."

""""Yes, Miss Hatchet.""""

Luggage hastily emptied into a pile, the stern librarian drove off to find her own accommodations.

"Any luck, we'll not see her the next six days."

"Which reminds me, Bonnie, how exactly did this become nearly a week-long getaway?"

The girl sniffed.

"Oh, who knows how these things happen?"

"Boys. Leave Bonnie's stuff for her to bring in."

"Yeah."

"Okay!"

""Right, right.""

"You got it, Kim."

"Girls, grab whatev's yours still out here, and let's take this inside. Boys, can you see to it the boxes of food make it inside as well?"

Taking the lead, the redhead picked up the couple items of hers—a suitcase in hand and duffel on her shoulder—and led the way inside, leaving the bossy brunette to stare at her pile of five items with fists on her hips.

"Hey!"

Once inside, gear was deposited in separate piles around the edge of an expansive circular, sunken, shag-carpeted, floor pit accessed by several five-step sets of stairs. Any of them standing in it would only be chin height to the main floor. All around the perimeter were comfortable-looking couches a few inches below the upper floor. All arranged with a vented fireplace as the main focus.

Kim turned to the others.

"Okay. First, sorry I've been absent the past few weeks. Busy with a couple of important missions."

Used to it, the remaining cheerleaders shrugged it off.

"Now, exactly how did we get roped into this sitch?"

Monique, snidely, "Bonnie doesn't know when to STFU."

"I know that, but what this time?"

Zita, "When you're last with us, the team wasn't doing so well…"

"Didn't they just win regionals? Make it to Las Vegas? National Dodgeball playoffs? Again, sorry I couldn't go with."

Esta, "Si. They made it to Las Vegas, nationally televised on ESPN8…"

Tara, "The Ocho–'If it's almost a sport, they got it'…"

"A good thing, yes?"

"Most of us thought as much…"

"But Bonnie's attitude was simply dreadful. Totes negative. Downplaying their achievements and any chances they'd of winning."

"The boys pressed back—"

"—IF we win, what can we expect from our support club?"

"Bonnie says, 'What do you think you'll deserve?'"

The boys supplied their side.

"How about Seven Minutes in Heaven with each of you?"

""Twice for Kim!""

"Wait, wait… ignoring what that means for us, that's only…," a display of using her fingers, "…seven minutes!"

"A second go–"
–with you, Sis."

"B-b-but… how did seven minutes become nearly a week?"

Annoyance clear, several of the girls answered.

"Bonnie can't—"

"—keep her attitude—"

"—in check."

Hand to head, "What did she say? Do?"

The Rockwaller boy turned for the door.

"Speaking of, if I expect to collect even a minute with her, I best go help her bring in her things. BRB."

With the best memory, Tara filled in the rest. Complete with inflections.

"'That's all? Not a problem. Of course, you're so unlikely to win, that if you do, seven minutes is nothing!'–

"–'Seventy minutes?'–

"–"Not that'd we'd have to payout, but sure!'–

"–'Seven hundred then!'–

"–Pfft—I'm so sure you dweebs'll lose, let's make it seven thousand–"

"–'DEAL!'–all the boys eagerly accepted."

"Oh gawd… Seven Thousand Minutes in Heaven??"

In response to everyone—boys and the girls—vigorously nodding, Kim put her fingers to work again.

"That's… lessee… nearly five days?"

Monique's brother, Eugene, supplied, "Four days, twenty hours, forty minutes—"

"In Heaven???"

All nodded. The cheerleaders spoke in unison, the rest fell in quickly. 

""""In Heaven.""""

Jim and Tim,
"With this remote–"
"–cabin the closet."

Realization hit Kim like a boulder.

"So Bonnie's mouth…"

Hope dryly summed up.

"Wrote a check our bodies'll have to cash…"

"I'mma kill'er. She's dead. And we can't just refuse because…?"

Monique, "We all MP—musketeer promised—support each other."

"Musketeer p-promise?"

""""One for All. All for One.""""

"Seems to me y'all, we've, either been sharked—"

Tara, "Sharked, Cap'n?"

Hope, "She means 'sharped', as in 'cardsharped'."

"Wuzzat?"

"When someone acts like they don't know what they're doing, like in a card game, to drive the stakes and bets up."

"Oh, y'mean like, become instant experts? Fleece everyone?"

"Yes, thanks Hope. I mean the boys either fleeced you, or they suddenly got very motivated to win…"

""The last one!""

"Yeah, extremely motivated…"

"…Motivated t'win! That's us…"

"Whichev. Bonnie walked right into it."

As if an arcane summoning, turned out the first thing of Bonnie's her brother brought in was the brunette herself. It might have looked like she walked in of her own free will, but her true motivation was the ginger boy's arm about her waist, guiding and marching her through the door.

She so quickly composed herself, most missed the slight stumble as she crossed the threshold.

Hands on her waist, her brother guided her to the closest steps leading down into the pit. Standing at the bottom, she was turned to face her brother who was only midway down.

Tugging her shoulders, he kissed her. Full on the lips. Released after a few seconds, he gave her directions with a firm voice. Not having met their father, no one recognized where it came from.

Except Bonnie.

"Stay right there. Don't move."

She knew better than to disobey the commanding tone. The boy left the cabin amid whoops and cheers of his teammates.

The brunette took in the cold stares of her peers.

"Wha?"

Monique, "You, Girl, AAPOW."

"Huh?"

Eugene translated.

"Are a piece of work."

"How?"

Various girls responded.

"Seven thousand minutes. That's how."

"They'd've been satisfied with seven…"

"But nooo, you gave them the farm!"

Discordant agreement and noises from the boys.

Kim, "Now we're compelled to more or less let them have their way with us! Thank her, Girls."

""""Thanks, Bonnie.""""

Even the brothers, and one cousin, added in their thanks.

Donnie came back in, struggling to navigate two of the wheeled cases. They seemed fully loaded.

He pushed them to a spot at the pit's edge. Went back to his sister. As directed, she had not moved.

Kissed her again. A little longer. Movement in her cheeks showed where her brother's tongue was. Pulling apart, he again left her in place. Went back outside.

Under her breath, "Oh no… each time…?

"Fuck this…"

She tried to turn, but Zita and Esta—having hopped down over the pit's edge—stood in her way. Turned to climb out. Top of the steps, Tara and Hope blocked the exit.

"You're not seriously going to let him have his way with me, are you? His own sister, are you?"

Grips on the shoulders they usually backed her by, the pair of cheerleaders nodded.

"You set the terms we've all got to abide by."

"You get to give it up first."

"But he's my brother!"

"They're all our brothers—"

"Not me. I'm Hope's cousin."

"—except for him."

"But…"

Donnie returned with two more suitcases. Set them with the others. Again stood before his sister. Kissed her.

Once more, made her cheeks move.

-huuh-  -huuh-  -huuh-

"Last trip, Sib. Then I'm really going for it."

While Donnie walked past them, Zita commented.

"Looks like you're feeling it, Bonnie."

"F-f-feeling… wh-wh-what?"

Kim, "s'it's only right you lead the way. Get there before the rest of us."

"w-where?"

""""Heaven.""""

"…fukk…"

"Girl, very likely."

"But…"

"It can be done with only seven minutes. Now they've got seven thousand to play with. And us."

"Best ready yourself for what's coming, Girl."

Kim. "Congratulations, Rockwaller. You may lack a penis, but you've fucked us all."

The boys were all smiles.

Bonnie pensively nibbled her lip.

"…shit…"

Between the ankles of those standing on the main level, through the panoramic glass which was the front—and back—walls of the A-frame, the brunette watched as her brother made the porch decking, shouldering her cheer duffel.

"…oh, no…"

On the steps, midway between top and bottom, blocked both ways, Bonnie realized there would be no avoiding him.

Inside, her kit was deposited with the rest of her luggage.

He nodded at Eugene, Monique's brother. Who briefly turned to a device he had set on a nearby table. On its face, bright red numbers counted down from seven thousand by seconds. The boy thumbed up.

Donnie's slate-blue eyes then focused on his sister with intensity. The boy shouldered past the sunny blonde and her dusky counterpart.

Looking up at him.

"N-n-now, Don-nie…"

"Seven thousand minutes, Bonnie. In Heaven. Time for me to collect. Time for you to put up and put out."

"Y-you weren't taking me s-seriously. W-were y-you?"

"We made a deal. A deal between Siblings. With witnesses."

"Siblings! Yes… You wouldn't make a sib honor tha—"

"What's the Rockwaller Code?"

"A Rockwaller's word is their bond…"

The boy descended a step.

"What's Mister's First Rule?"

Of those present, only her sycophants, Tara and Hope had met the stern businessman. Knew everyone only ever addressed him as 'Mister'. Even his family.

"Donn—"

"First Rule!"

Next step down. Reflexively, the girl backed as well.

"…a d-d-deal's a d-deal…"

Kim recognized it as the same gravity as her father's family motto and credo.

"Second Rule!"

Another step.

"…ma-make good a-all deals…"

"On. On all deals. Even if a detriment. Third Rule!"

"…pay all debts. with interest…"

He advanced again. Her feet found the bottom. Hands at the small of her back stopped her. The difference in height provided by the two steps put his face level with hers.

All eyes were on them.

"I'm interested, Sib."

"…but i'm yer siste—"

"My hot-assed sister. Which is why I'm going to collect what you owe. Now…

"…Pay up. Payout."

"…closet… need a closet… f’th’privacy…"

"Remote cabin in the woods. This is the closet. All the privacy we need."

Unable to turn away even if they wanted to, everyone watched.

The brunette barely flinched as once again the ginger encircled arms about her waist. Tightly pulled her the couple of inches separating them.

"…uhm…"

He tilted his head. Out of reflex, she tilted hers. Brother kissed sister. Full on the lips.

After long seconds of wide teal eyes casting wildly about as if for help, lazily her lids drifted closed. His tongue, actively busy inside her mouth, roamed against her cheeks. She melded against her brother.

Afraid to spook the pair, soft whispers abounded.

"shiiiit, that's hot…"

"very hot…"

"yeah, donnie…"

""go for it, man!""
"said he's gonna do it–"
"–he's gonna do it!"

Kim first noticed the twin's flanking her on either side before realizing each of the winning dodgeball team members were turning their attentions on their sisters. And Hope, her cousin.

Far too quickly, couples gelled. In her case, a throuple. She looked at each of her brothers in turn. They smiled back at her as if anticipating unwrapping a Christmas present. Each palmed one of her butt-cheeks.

"Why're you rubbing my ass?"

"Warming you up for–"
"–when it's our turn."

Oh God. This is really happening.

"Keep watching, then. So you know what you're doing."

She returned her focus back to the Rockwallers. Donnie had turned his sister about to face the rest of them. Her head canted out of the way, he wetly nuzzled her ear and the crook of her neck. Hands under her tank top copped generous feels.

Swaying slightly, she softly moaned with his ministrations.

From off to the side, Monique blurted.

"WDYM—What d'y'mean they've already had sex?"

"Not them… Donnie has…"

"Say whaaat?"

Tara clarified.

"There're lot of young, sexily-clad maids on their staff."

Monique's brother Eugene added.

"Most're DTF as part of their duties."

"And you've seen them fucking?"

Jack Flagg, "Well, no. Not actual penetration. That's his word only. But seen them blowjobbing several times."

"Mi amigo gets it quite the regular…"

Shit. One's got practical experience?? We're all good as fucked.

The redhead's realization failed to take into account what cheerleaders—justified or not—were widely known for. What she was suspected of and rumored doing out of public sight.

Thanks to Wade, she was protected from online accusations and solicitations from many lewd and raunchy visitors attracted by her looks and website catchphrases. What even he fantasied as true of her even as he invasively recorded what was true of her.

Ironically, what the weekend was making true.

Boy's certainly putting his expertise to effective use. And the rest are watching.

Not just the boys. The girls also observed with rapt attention. Hardly daring to make a sound that might shatter the moment building. Even Kim swallowed objecting to the feel of the twins on either side groping at her chest over her blouse.

As Donnie kissed at the corner of his sister's lips, he lifted her top, baring to all what she proudly proclaimed her one—two—best features.

One of his hands firmly held and explored her size and heft, squeezing and bouncing the ample breast while teasing the nipple of its fellow with the fingers of the other.

Then switched off.

Obviously feeling it, she hummed, mewled, and moaned.

"DONnnneee…"

Clearly enjoying despite—or because—being her brother.

Because of Kim's situational awareness, heightened even before her missions, she noticed the other girls following the squad lieutenant's lead being felt up by eager brothers. And cousin.

Even Kim accepted the direct skin-on-skin contact of her brothers' hands finally under her top. She, too, hummed.

A hand still massaging a tit, Bonnie's brother dipped into her skirt's waistline. After many cheerleader video porn nights, it was obvious what he was after.

And when he found it.

"Oh…, Donnneee…"

"Feel that, Sib? My fingers at your gates to heaven…"

"Donnnnn…"

"You're so slick and wet already… Ready for them to knock… Ready to let them enter…?"

"…ffkkk…"

"All in due time, my fine-ass sibling, all in due time…"

He's certainly smooth, I'll give him that…

The redhead herself was dealing with her brothers' open palms roaming across her chest. Hefting her slight charms, being grabbed and nipples brushed to attention. Hated to admit how nice it felt.

"Take off the top, Bonnie. Let everyone see me making love to your wonderful boobs…"

With her brother's help and urging, the brunette complied, pulling her arms inside the garment. Wiggled it up, over, and clear of her head. She tossed it aside as her brother put his lips to work.

First, without pausing the other hand, he lavished the side of her boob, coating it with saliva. Then squeezing her by the base, he licked at the nipple begging attention.

"…doNNNeee…"

Latching onto her nipple, he made a display of sucking it for all it was worth.

Bonnie's hips thrust back and forth.

"  -uuuunnnn-  "

"You just climax? Just cupping your snatch, not yet a finger in you, and you cream all over my palm? No wonder you're The Easy Lay.

Kim tried to ignore hands in her skirt feeling for her front and back. Noticed the rest were so engaged as well, each with their brothers' arms plunged into waistlines. As she normally went commando, her openings were easily found.

eee kkk

Monique muttered, "OMGGene!"

Tara, her top noticeably missing, purred as her brother felt her up, "I see you've been watching Mom's boyfriend warming her up…"

"Not much to that. Mom's always warm and ready."

"Drop the skirt and panties, Bon. I want them all to see you letting my fingers in…"

"…yesss… donnneee…"
 
With free hands, the girl shucked skirt and sheer red panties over her hips. Allowed them to fall and pool around her ankles. Kicked them aside.
 
"Widen your stance. I want all see you surrender on my fingers."

All intently watched the ginger Rockwaller fine-tune maneuver his unusually compliant and effectively nude sister so she could easily be seen by everyone as she shifted her stance, her slit on full display.

"Guys, watch carefully and learn how to overcome your sisters'—and cousin's—objections and pacify their concerns as we proceed…"

With his fingertips, he ruffled the hairs of his sister's brown, landing-stripped pubes. Her hips fluttered with the contact.

"Keep still, Bonnie. Let them all see you surrendering to the inevitable…"

Kim wondered why her normally bossy lieutenant meekly followed her little brother's commands even as his words struck her.

He's instructing the boys how best to control us… this must be why he's their captain… got the practical experience… not only promised to swing us as their prizes, but's delivering…

She realized, like the rest, the actions of her own brothers lagged the Rockwaller boy's as he steadily conquered his sister.

Just as the squaddies are taking cues from their lieutenant and captain… just as the other girls are following us cheerleaders…
 
As a captain myself, I should show some resis—oh… gawd…

Kim's thoughts were derailed by the lips and tongues of her brothers exploring her boobs suddenly freed from the enclosure of her top. Which half a moment later she was completely out of.

With hands on the back of her brothers' heads hugging them to freely suckle her, she saw the other girls—cheerleaders before the others—follow suit.

  -ooohhh-
 
  -hhhaaa-
 
  -mmmnnn-

Quiet moans filled the area as if the sunken floor pit was a bowl to contain them.

  -AAAHHHhhh-

Bonnie's voice lifted over all the rest as everyone watched her brother vigorously rub her slit until opening to allow two of his fingers to penetrate.

Hips humped forward. Accepted them in to the first knuckles.

Nuzzling her neck, Donnie interspersed nibbling her ear.

"What're those?"

With eyes nearly closed, "…y'fingers…"

"Doing what?"

"…y'fingering me…"

"Who am I?"

"…donNNee…"

"What am I?"

"…m'brother…"

"Liking what I'm doing?"

"…no… yesss… too much…"

"Make love to your sibling's fingers."

In full view, the brunette gyrated her hips, prompting invading digits to repeatedly plunge deeper in and out. Squishing sounds rose after several gyrations. Her juicing on her brother's fingers was visible to all.

Tara, "Jack… Jack… just like that…suck m'titties…"

Zita, "Oi… Gently… treat m'girls gently…"

"Easy, Gene… slow down… not gonna melt…"

The Rockwaller boy diverted his hand from massaging her sister's boob long enough to turn her head enough to kiss her full on the lips before putting it back to work.

His tongue moving against her cheeks, it was clear Bonnie had been subjugated by her brother. Her moans lowered but did not stop.

Kim's moans joined the rest of the support club's. She could see most of the others were topless. The rest, well on the way there as tops were lifted or undone.

The boys—seven brothers and a cousin—eagerly violated personal spaces, molesting them. The girls, following the cheerleaders and their captain, let it happen.

"Cuz, Cuz… been watching you practicing archery topless…"

"Always felt your eyes on me, Fletch. My sisters too, but definitely watching me…"

"This is finally it, Esta."

"Si, Salvo. Guess it finally is."
 
""Sis/Kim!""
"Ever think this–"
"–would happen?"
 
"Way you've been peeping me? I guess this was pretty much inevitable."

As Bonnie reached a gushing climax with her brother's fingers in her gash and tongue swabbing her tonsils, the inexplicable thought as to why Kim's brothers had not bothered to kiss her floated through her head.

Why not? She's obviously enjoying it…'m'i'not kissable enough?

Then it clicked for her.

Duh! Of course… him on the steps equalizes their height difference. Tweebs're too short to liplock me directly…
 
Looking about.
 
Same for the rest. 'Re the girls missing being kissed like I am?

A heartbeat before eyes back on the unfolding incest as fingers pressed for entrance at her front and back doors. Unconsciously, she shifted her stance. Widened the space between feet and legs.

Felt brotherly digits probing inside her.

uuuunnnn
nnnnuuuu

While Donnie held his sister's head cupped by her ears, only her mouth and tongue could be detected at work on his dick. It was only after he released his grip she earnestly bobbed from crown to base.

gllph  gllph  gllph  gllph

Taking his at least eight-inch length with ease, lewd wet sounds along with moans increased in volume. When saliva collected at the corners of her lips, threatening to run to her chin, the noise of her sucking it back in punctuated the rest.

Wow. She's really going at it… will I be able to perform so for the Tweebs?

All the assembled brothers—and cousin—were busily at work kissing, licking, suckling, and tonguing her friends. Depending on states of dress, arms disappeared into waistlines or hands visibly plunged repeatedly in and out of snatches.

Like the others, Kim's hips were in motion counterpoint to her own violations. Pleasure danced up and down her spine as oral and fingering sensations collided at the small of her back. From servicing herself, she recognized building climaxes.

Oh gawd! By my brothers?? Why'm'I not surprised this would one day happen?

"Hit the brakes, Sib."

A palm shifted to Bonnie's forehead slowed, then halted her progress. The slut within her kept her mouth active on her brother's dick.

"Finish by hand."

The brunette's initial puzzlement was palpable as she released her brother's meaty rod to wrap her fingers about it. Wet and gleaming from her spit, she started manually pumping him up and down.

shllk  shllk  shllk  shllk

He leaned back, shoulders above his heels.

"On your face, my fine Sibling. Adorn your face with my jizz.

Bonnie's familiar semi-disgusted eye roll as she shifted her grip, directing his dick directly at her face.

He moved his hips.

"That's the ticket, Sibling. Won't be long nowwwww…"

Bon-Bon picked up the pace. As did Kim's brothers' invading fingers. The all-too-familiar building buzz increased intensity.

shhllk  shhllk  shhllk
  -spaaat!-

The dick in her hand erupted. The initial wad impacted just under her left eye. The slut in her held it in place as it continued to splash her face.

" -uggghh- "

"Ahhhh… Very good, Bonnie. How's it feel to have your brother all over your face?"

"…uukkk…"

"And the taste of my dick?"

"…n-not… bad…"

"Not bad?"

"Good! Okay?! It tastes good!"

Inwardly, Kim admitted a sense of satisfaction at the haughty girl's come—

Ha! Jokes! Yet so fitting!

—uppance.

"Good to hear. You're not to wipe or clear it away for at least twelve hours. Note the time!"

One of the boys, "Got it, Cap!"

"M'I done now?"

"Just getting started, Sibling. Just getting started. How's it feel to have knelt at my altar, 'praying' for the anointing of your brother's facial benediction?"

"Humiliating, if you must know!"

"You didn't enjoy it at all?"

The lieutenant cheerleader's face contorted through several rapid expressions.

"I… maYYYbe… did…"

"So, yes?"

"Yessss…"

"That's right. Good. It's okay. Admit to your inner slut. Show everyone the gesture you'd grace me with whenever seeing the maid staff servicing me."

Still facing him, with the Rockwaller Grimace™ she lifted both arms, flipping him a double-bird.

"That's the one! That's the one you'll be paying for."

"Now. With your mouth and hand, bring me back to full attention to jizz your tits."

Without hesitation, Bonnie leaned forward. Captured the crown of her brother's member. Tongue extended, visibly at work at the tip as her hand reciprocated his length.

"Boys… understand… my sister needs this humiliat—

Several of the girls in rough unison.

"""" That  she  does! """"

—ion for what's to come the next few days, and mayyybe beyond. That’s our family dynamic.

"Yours will vary. Be careful not to overplay your hands dealing with them."

Even while being—pleasurably—felt up by the twins, Kim was also taken back a step by the reminder of how many hours the so-called 'support club' was beholden to. What the mouthy brunette was going through was expected of not only herself, but each of the team's club members.

Who were already partially or fully stripped by their younger brothers.

nnnnn  nnnnn

Moans were evoked from the redhead by Tweeby oral and digital manipulations.

How did they get so good at this? Oh. Right. Their captain has practical experience… Probably watch pornos, same as we do.

Much as she hated admitting, cheerleader gatherings included videos that, as much as she tried—especially when hosting and why she did so often—witnessing onscreen action was unavoidable. Therefore not unknown to her.

I'll be expected to put out just like them. All of us will…

Down in the pit, kneeling between her brother's wide-spread legs and before his proudly standing tall erection, Bonnie appeared transfixed.

Hands on thighs for support, slowly she dipped close, putting extended tongue back to work. Starting with his scrotum, sisterly saliva gleamed in the morning light streaming through the panoramic front window. Curled about his girth, the teen dragged it up one side of his length and down the other. All the while softly moaning as she did.

"Aaahhh…, that's it, Sib. Put that talented tongue to work!"

Up and down several times, Bonnie eagerly concentrated on the task of lavishing her brother's dick with her tongue.

Then she opened her mouth, engulfing the crown with her lips. Cheeks fluttered as she swabbed and sucked at his knob.

"Yesss, Sib!"

Thanks to having learned the art of sword-swallowing—

Guess I'll soon be putting the skill to use…

—the redhead took note of the brunette adjusting the angle of her neck, dropping her head down to his sparse ginger pubes. Cheeks caved with the strength of her suckling, she took several moments to swirl lips and tongue about the base.

"I knew it'd be like this, Sib. You're the Easy Lay, alright."

Long  -slurping-  noises as the girl bobbed up and down her brother's length. His hips flexed accordingly.

ssllrrrpp  ssllrrrpp  ssllrrrpp

Saliva flexed Bonnie's cheeks with the sound of jello forced back and forth through teeth.

shhhrrtthh  shhhrrtthh  shhhrrtthh

"Yesss! Yesss! YeSSSSS! As good as many of the maids are… I knew it'd feel better done by you…"

As the lieutenant cheerleader's head bobbed up and down the stiff shaft, her brother's hand rode the top, ruffling her hair.

"Dudes… you're going to love your sisters doing this!

"Suck it, Sib… suck it out… suck it all out…"

So encouraged, the teen stepped up the pace.

"Thirsty, Sib? Hungry? Ready your belly, 'cause breakfast is coming…  -aahhhh-  cumming realllll sooooon…

"  -HAAHhhhhh-  !"

Bonnie stopped bobbing on her brother. White seeped about her lips.

G lllpp   G lllpp   G lllpp   G lllpp

The boy patted his sister's head.

"Enjoy the meal, Sib. Next twelve hours, that's all it'll be."

As the brunette's throat muscles contracted, swallowing her brother's load—just as heavy as before—the collective brothers guided their sisters to the five set of steps set around the pit's perimeter without losing a beat licking, sucking, and fingering.

Kim first among them. The levels of pleasure she felt, walking, her legs moving while her front and back were digitally probed, was indescribable.

The volume of collected moans increased.

nnnnn  nnnnn
 
uumm  uumm  uumm
 
mmm  mmm  mmm
 
nnngg  ng  nnngg

Led to middle and bottom steps, the girls were paused. Openly kissed by brothers able to make up the difference in their heights.

Attacked at altering sides, the redhead gave it her all.

Finally!
 
Although muted, the moans, continued.

After several minutes swapping spit with her brothers, going back and forth between them, Kim managed to at least distance her face from theirs. Able to force her focus past the distracting actions of their hands and fingers enough to marshal thoughts enough to speak.

"Hey. Donnie… as much as Bonnie's a pain in the ass…  -nnnnn-   after all—"

""PAIN in the ASS!!"", from several of the girls.

"—she's the reason we're all here… this early in the day most of us haven't even had breakfast—"

"We'll be filling your bellies…"

"As… enticing… as that may be…," taking stock of the girls about them, her squad first, "as much as we may even be eager for it… without food properly fueling us, performances over an entire twelve hours will suffer…"

"So what’re you asking?"

"An hour. An hour to not only unpack and settle in, to fix up not only ourselves but breakfast for everyone…"

"An hour seems a bit much…"

"Promise we'll make ourselves extra enticing…, also'll have proper time to get our heads fully into the spirit of the activities to come…"

"Y'all had time to prepare."

"Most of us, perhaps. Still… there's the concept and there's the reality. Now that we're here, it's real…"

"Boys, what say you?"

The heads of the little brothers, and cousin, all bobbed at individual rates.

"I c'n wait."

"Better they be all in for it!"

"A Possible's promise–"
"–is worth something–"
""–and Kim always delivers!""

"Bound t'be better than lackluster blowjobs!"

"I can eat…"

"Least they're not tryna back out…"

"Then yeah, Okay. Unpack…, although I suspect there'll be little use to it as y'all'll not be wearing much… and fix us a hearty brunch. We'll store the groceries and set up the video equipmen—"

"Videos?!"

"Y'plan to record us??"

"Woah… no one mentioned that!"

"Y'didna think we're not going to–"
"–chronicle doing our sisters, didya?"

""""KIM!!""""

"That's unacceptable, Rockwaller."

"Blame my Sib, your lieutenant, for getting you in this—"

""""Thanks Hellalot Bonnie!!""""

Hearing her name in that tone, the brunette hid her face by nuzzling it further into her brother's lap.

"—but rest assured—promise—there'll be no sharing any of it outside the club—"

Kim had pushed herself clear of her brothers.

"Club? What club?"

"Why, the Sisterfuckers Club, of cours—"

"Sisterfuckers?"

""""BONNIE!!""""
 
"—would you prefer Brotherfuckers? We're flexible."

"Right now, not going to quibble over the name. More important thing is recording anythin—"

"Everything."

"—and risking it getting away from us."

"We'll keep it all secure. After all, can't have y'all upset with us."

"And why not?"

"Gotta keep y'all happy."

"Happy? Why?"

"So y'all'll keep us happy…"

With closed eyes, Kim pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Y'all not gonna t'be satisfied with just this week…"

His sister's head still in his lap, the boy patted it.

"Just the beginning."

Assorted nods, assents, and smiles from the assembled brothers amid assorted groans, hums, and haws from the sisters.

One of whom—sounded like Hope—groused, "Who said anything about fucking?"

Tara started, "It can be done well within seven minutes…"

"…They've got seven thousand…," added Zita.

"…MTET… more than enough time."

Kim finished in her head.

Of course they'll be fucking us. Not at all surprising, really.

Resigned sigh.

"Then all the more we'll need the time to get properly prepared…"

The other captain conceded.

"Yeah, okay, yeah. Y'got an hour t'eat. Then dessert's on us…"

Charming.

"Come on, girls. Let's unpack and primp for the boys. By then, groceries'll be in the kitchen, ready for us to fix up brunch."

Esta summed it up.

"Let's put something in our stomachs before putting something in our stomachs."