“Mum!” we both exclaimed, looking at her and back at each other. I noticed a bit of milk dribbling down Dawn’s chin, and I flashed on yesterday’s table top adventure and the delicious sight of my cum dribbling down her slit. I averted my eyes, looking at the toast in my hand, but not before I saw her smirk at me and stretch her tongue out to lick at the white stuff.

“Mum, he’s such a baby! I can’t have him tagging along with me!” My sister nudged me in the side with her elbow, and I watched as her breast flesh shifted with the movement.

“Dawn, stop your whingeing!” Mum stood up and began to clear the table. “You can borrow my jumper, and you don’t have to take your brother.”

My sister and I both let out our breath. I got up, edging around her chair. Dad looked over his paper at me.

“Where are you off to?” He tapped the jobs section of the paper on the table.

I froze and saw that Dawn was looking at me, still munching on her cereal. She had the same mischievous look in her eyes that she had yesterday, and it made my stomach drop.

“I thought I’d ring Will-” I started, but his look stopped me.

“David, do I need to remind you that it is imperative that you find a job? Everyone here in this family contributes. I work. Your mother works. Dawn works.”

I snorted. “Right, tramping it up at the health club, that’s working.”

Dawn stuck her tongue out at me but she was giving me the finger under the table where Dad and Mum couldn’t see. I used my middle finger to scratch my forehead, looking pointedly at her.

“A job is a job.” My father held the paper out to me. “And I suggest you find one.”

“Alright, keep your hair on!” I sighed, coming over to pick it up.

Mum called over from where she was washing up. “David, don’t speak back to your father!”

I nudged Dawn’s chair on my way by, taking the paper and storming up to my room. I turned on my radio-loud-and waited for them all to leave. Mum poked her head in the door and saw the paper still sitting on my desk.