Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2006 20:21:21 +0100 (BST) From: slut Subject: family debt - part 9 Claire's View By morning the events of last night were taking on an air of unreality, but the sight of Samantha sitting in her kitchen with her bare feet up on the table soon put paid to that. She instantly remembered the taste of her sister's arsehole, and the memory of her children and her father watching as she tongued it. Her father not only watching, but filming her humiliation. She blushed to the roots of her hair, and she noticed her sister noticing it. "Dad let me in," Samantha said, wriggling her toes while her eyes never left Claire's scarlet face. "He's taken your sissy hubby to work." She looked at the long pastel blue nightdress which Claire was wearing. "Take that off," she ordered. Numbly she pulled the nightdress up over her head, revealing her nude body. Samantha smiled, running her gaze down her sister's body, and wriggled her toes again. "You like my feet, sis?" she asked. "You think they're pretty." "They look fine, Samantha," she replied sullenly. "Ah now, sis," Samantha sneered. "That doesn't sound very convincing. Come here, you stuck up bitch, and give them a kiss to show them you mean it." Claire stepped forward, looking down at her sister's feet. She did find them very attractive, and that was a thought she could not have imagined having before last night. But then that had been true of many of her thoughts as she had laid sleepless and alone in their bed overnight. She leant down and kissed each of Samantha's feet on the ball just below each big toe. "Nice," said Samantha. "Now give each toe a little suck. Just as if they were a row of miniature cocks." Claire took each of her sister's toes into her mouth, sucking briefly before moving on to the next. She was nearly finished with the task when she sensed someone behind her in the doorway. "Morning. Steve," Samantha said, confirming it. "Morning, Dawn. Your Mum's just got to finish sucking my toes before she makes your breakfast. Nice view, Steve?" "Very nice indeed," she heard her son say, and could not prevent the deep blush that coloured her body. "Come here, both of you," .she told them commandingly. They both came into Claire's field of vision, and she could not help but notice the huge bulge in her son's pyjama bottoms. I did that, she thought wonderingly. The sight of my body did that. Standing there in the doorway he had looked at my pussy and my bum as I bent over Samantha's feet and it made him hard. For the first time in a long time, she felt her pussy grow damp without any physical attention at all. "Take out your brother's cock, Dawn," Samantha ordered quietly. She saw Dawn unhesitatingly reach into the slit in the pyjamas and pull out Steve's hard cock. She stood there holding it, her fingers gently rubbing it. "Your first feel of a cock, Dawn?" Samantha asked. "Not my first," Dawn answered quietly. Samantha laughed. "You'll have to tell me about that later," she said. "Your first feel of your brother's, anyhow. You reckon your Mum should taste it?" "I think she should," Dawn said, with that little smile she had shown last night. "Make her," Samantha said. Claire felt Dawn grab her by the hair, and then pull her head towards Steve's cock which she still held. She resisted a second but that just made Dawn pull harder on her hair, and then her son's hard cock was touching her lips. She could smell it and taste, and without thinking about it she opened her lips and took the head into her mouth. It swelled even more inside her mouth, and she heard Dawn give out a little giggle. "My Mum's a cocksucker," Dawn said, "Just like my Dad." "We'll have to check out who's the better sometime," Samantha said. "But enough for now. You kids need a good breakfast inside you. Let her go so she can get it ready, Dawn." Claire felt Dawn's hand leave her hair and then Steve's cock slipped out of her mouth. She stood up, licking her lips to an amused smile from Samantha, and reached for her nightdress. "Did I tell you dress, bitch?" Samantha demanded, the smile disappearing. Claire took her hand from the nightdress, and stood there acutely aware of her children examining her naked body. And of the glistening treacherous moisture around her pussy. It was bad enough being made to do these things, but now her body was betraying to them all that it also excited her. She cringed inside. "I'll get the breakfasts," she said, trying and failing to sound normal. As she pottered naked about the kitchen, Steve and Dawn settled themselves around the table with their aunt. "You're coming to the gymn with us, Dawn," she heard Samantha say. "We're going to have a bit of fun there. And don't look so crestfallen, Steve. I've got a little something for you too. I'm going to leave you with your father's passwords for his computer, and you can explore his dirty little world to your heart's content." Claire brought four bowls of cereal to the table. Samantha looked down at them and then up at her. "Put yours on the floor," she said. "You can eat it there., And don't bother with a spoon." Placing her bowl on the floor of the kitchen, Claire got down on her knees and dipped her head to the bowl.