She parked her car, balanced the boxes and soda bottles on her arms and climbed the stairs to her apartment. Her body still felt hot from near constant arousal, but the smell of food distracted her. She stopped in front of her door, fumbling to pull keys from her pocket without dropping anything.
Frank and Henry were well into a discussion when they heard someone outside. Henry paused their conversation and opened the door to find Kara. The door wasn’t locked, but she didn’t realize her mistake until Henry pulled it open. He grabbed the two soda bottles in his top to hands and used the bottom set to take the boxes. She thanked him for the help and went to get plates from the kitchen. He found a place for the soda on a nearby end-table and placed the boxes of pizza on the coffee table.
Julia didn’t waste any time finding the bread sticks while Henry and Frank grabbed slices of pizza. Kara was starving and a little annoyed that they didn’t wait for her, but lightened up when she saw a bread stick hanging out of Julia’s pussy mouth. Henry and Frank weren’t paying attention. Kara assumed they were either looking away out of respect, embarrassment, or they simply hadn’t noticed. In truth, they had simply grown accustomed to it while she was out. Everything about their new changes felt more ordinary the longer they were exposed.
Kara found a clear spot on the coffee table for the plates and glasses. Before long, everyone was digging in, enjoying the feast after spending most of the day without anything to eat. When Henry finally did notice his sister’s mouth in action, he couldn’t help cracking a joke.
“Oh wow... First snoring, now chewing?” He nudged Frank’s shoulder. “What else do you suppose it can do?”
She mumbled something incomprehensible through a pussy full of food. It really was a strange thing to witness. A bit of marinara sauce hung from her labia as the greasy bread stick was sucked inside. Her tongue poked out and licked the remaining crumbs and sauce away. She shivered visibly as her tongue ran across her clit. Henry turned away in disgust.
“What’s the matter bro?” Julia asked innocently. “Do my lips bother you? Maybe I should put on some lipstick...”
She dipped another bread stick into the red sauce and smeared it around her labia.
“That’s just not right...” Henry laughed.
“You’re the one who said I shouldn’t cover it...” Julia shrugged, moving the labia into something resembling a mischievous smirk.
Henry ignored it and turned his attention back to a conversation he was having with Frank. Kara was still turned on, thinking about masturbation between every bite. She knew Henry wasn’t all that interested in the slit on his sister’s face, but perhaps he’d be like to see the one between her legs. If only they were alone...