House of Raw Rules

Chapter 1: Morning Heat

Jack woke up to the familiar sound of bacon sizzling in the kitchen, the smell wafting through the open door of his bedroom. He stretched, his morning wood already throbbing under the thin sheet. No point in hiding it—house rules were clear. No clothes, ever. He kicked off the sheet, his cock bobbing as he stood, and sauntered downstairs, buck naked as the day he was born.

In the kitchen, his mom, Linda, was flipping pancakes, her curvy ass jiggling with every move. Her heavy tits swayed as she turned to smirk at him. 'Morning, stud. Sleep well, or were you up all night jerking off again?' she teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

'Fuck off, Mom,' Jack shot back with a grin, grabbing a piece of bacon from the plate. 'If I was, it’s ‘cause I could hear you and Leah going at it through the wall. Sounded like a goddamn porn set.'

Linda laughed, her eyes glinting. 'Jealous? You could’ve joined. Leah’s cunt was dripping for hours. Missed your chance, kiddo.'

Before Jack could fire back, Leah strutted in, her toned body glistening with a light sheen of sweat from her morning run. Her perky tits bounced as she grabbed a glass of water. 'Talking shit about me already?' she quipped, eyeing Jack’s hard cock with a raised brow. 'Damn, bro, you’re always ready to go. What’s the plan—fuck the pancakes or me?'

Jack smirked, leaning against the counter, his dick twitching at the thought. 'Depends. You gonna bend over, or do I gotta beg for that tight pussy?'

Leah rolled her eyes, but there was a wicked glint in them. 'Begging’s for bitches. You want it, come take it. But I’m warning you, I’m not in the mood to play nice.' She turned, bracing her hands on the counter, her ass sticking out like a fucking invitation.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped up behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he rubbed his cock against her crack. 'You’re such a fucking tease, Leah. Bet you’re already wet for me.'

'Check for yourself, dumbass,' she snapped, but her voice hitched as his fingers slid down, finding her pussy slick and ready. 'Fuck, yeah, I’m horny. What’re you waiting for?'

Linda watched from the stove, flipping another pancake like this was just another Tuesday. 'Don’t break the counter, you two. And Jack, no pulling out—house rules. Fill her up good.'

'Don’t worry, Mom,' Jack grunted, lining himself up and pushing into Leah’s tight heat. She groaned, pushing back against him, taking every inch like a champ. 'I’m gonna make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.'

Leah laughed breathlessly, her nails digging into the counter. 'Big talk for a guy who’s already panting. Better not blow your load in ten seconds, little brother.'

Jack thrust harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen. Sweat started beading on his forehead as he growled, 'Keep talking shit, sis. I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you.'

The heat was building, his cock throbbing inside her dripping cunt, her moans getting louder. Linda just shook her head, smirking as she plated breakfast. 'Hurry up, you horny fucks. Maelle’s gonna be down soon, and I’m not reheating shit.'

Jack’s grip tightened on Leah’s hips, the tension coiling in his gut. This was just the start of another day in their fucked-up, raw household—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.