"Mr. Summers, the Gibsons are here..."

"Send them in," you say, straightening your slacks. You're dressed to the nines in a finely cut business suit, looking the perfect professional, but with a shrug of your shoulders could convert to a much less imposing casual. The Gibsons seemed to prefer your professional look. They felt in safe hands with someone who looked like they were quite serious about their job. Violating that sort of trust used to bother you - you won't admit it but you're honestly a little afraid of how unaffected you are now.

But on to "business".

You stand and offer Mr. Gibson a firm handshake, exchanging pleasantries as you eye each of the four family members.

Joe Gibson is the father, a man with the appearance that he was once an imposing, powerful figure, but had let himself go a bit after settling down. He was still a strong man with a distinct face, and a voice that could melt butter. An average man in terms of mental heartiness, he wouldn't be that much of a challenge to manipulate but was certainly within your ability.

Erica Gibson is the mother, a curvy goddess who clearly works hard to maintain her figure. Her penchant for wearing absurdly low-cut tops made her your favorite patient in a long time, and you know from your past sessions that she especially would be easy to convince into some taboo acts.

Lee Gibson is the daughter, freshly nineteen years old and twin of Leon. She was a thinner version of her mother with her father's darker hair, still carrying fair mass at her chest and rear and every bit as well maintained. Though sex was far from the first thing on her mind, her deep love for her brother made bridging that chasm a simple matter, and far more natural than forcibly inserting the idea.

Leon was a bit of a nerd, exactly the same height as his sister with only the barest of his family's attractiveness visible in him, but still more appealing than your common nerd. His mind was an egregious stereotype of a teenaged male, save for his erotic fantasies being mostly about his sister and occasionally his mother. That wouldn't likely last much longer at his age, making now a perfect time to pounce.

"I'd like to see two of you at the time," you say, your own masculine voice carrying a calming assurance. "This will be a long session, perhaps an hour or more for each pair, but I warned you of all this the last time."

"Alrighty," Joe replies. "Two of us'll stay here and the rest will run across the street to the pizza place or something. That was the plan, right?" The family confirms.

You clap your hands together. "Perfect," you say. "I'd like to start with..."