A fresh new morning.

An insistent tugging interrupts your peaceful sleep.

You try to ignore it for a while, but it's no use, the blissful floating sensation melts away, and you're left supported by some cushiony material pressing against your naked butt.

You open your eyes.

It's your living room ceiling, which means, tilting your head downwards, that you're lying on the sofa at home. There's a profound sense of contentment still filling you, so when you look down and see your sister's head bobbing up and down on your cock, it's not too big a worry. You feel yourself cum, and after Jenny's cheeks fill with your seed which she slowly swallows, savouring it, you reach up and lightly push her away.

She doesn't mind, simply rolling off and onto the floor, eyes still closed, a damp smile on her lips, eyes roving over at your hardness.

Your eyes follow hers. Yes, you're still hard, you realise. Behind the haze in your mind you feel your lust still warming over, and you know you could go another round, if you wanted to. Your sister's hand makes a poor effort to reach your cock, and when you look at her again enough cobwebs have cleared to let you realise not only is her mouth ringed with cum, but she has more than one deposit sliding down her bare tits. How many times has she even been doing this, you wonder.

You push yourself up by your elbows, the dullness evaporating from your mind. How long have you been out for? Wiping the memories of you suckling from your mom from your mind for now, you heave yourself to your feet, then look down. Yep. You're shrinking again now in the cool air outside of your sister's mouth, but it only takes a quick look at her trying to suck your cum off her breasts and you start to get hard again.

So you try your best to ignore her as you snatch your jeans and underwear out from underneath your sister - she makes a half-hearted grab for your cock as you lean down, but it's easily dodged - and you pull them back on carefully. You can feel your cock still pressing against the front of your jeans. If you see another sight like those cheerleaders again, you can't be held responsible for how the denim holds up.

Great. So this has been a bust.

Whatever's going on here, it's clearly affected more people than it just seemed. Including you, now, second-hand anyway. Neither your sister or your mom are going to be much help with this. At least your mom can probably take care of your sister. You consider for a moment going to check that's true with her, but you realise you'd probably just end up with another fresh-from-the-source drink..... and then offering your own to Jenny. You could be here all night.

For now, it looks like home isn't the best place for you to be right now.