A grand total of twenty seconds.

Even though Max had a staggering fifteen women in his life, just about everyone was in the house. Hell, most were even in the kitchen, even Dessa and Dee.

Aunt Alison was in the kitchen with his cousin Illyana, who was looking absolutlely delicious in a nice pair of short shorts that drew his eyes harder than Max thought they should have. He was a man on a mission, damn it. Bootylicious cousins can be dealt with after.

Almost everyone else was around the kitchen table or sitting somewhere nearby having what looked (and smelled) like a heavenly breakfast with fresh cinnamon rolls, bacon, and scrambled eggs. Aunt Alison and Illyana were cooking up a storm still while just about everyone else is at the tables.

Max wasn't entirely sure how to proceed on getting everyone's attention and starting the talk he wanted to have with everyone. For all his new powers and upgrades, he still felt a little like the nerdy original version of himself.

Becca noticed Max standing there in the kitchen and gave a warm "Morning, Max!" Which Max totally heard and wasn't at all distracted by the cinnamon roll frosting that had lightly dripped onto her immense cleavage from her messily devoured breakfast. Not distracted at all.

This did get everyone else's attention, finally drawing them from the sumptuous breakfast to the man of the house. A melodious chorus of various 'good mornings' came from all around.

Aunt Alison pipped up from behind him. "Come over here lover boy, Let me get you a plate."

Max was glad to have a direction to go besides staring at all the insanely gorgeous and beautiful women in his life.

Turning around, Max made his way over to his heavily pregnant lover who was already stacking a plate with two cinnamon rolls, four strips of bacon, and some scrambled eggs. Something that looked almost as mouth watering as his milf of an aunt in her cute little dress under a pink apron.

Nothing wrong with seeing how she'd feel about a big group talk, since it was her house while he grabbed breakfast. He hadn't felt all that hungry on the way to the kitchen, but smelling all the food definitely had his stomach reconsidering.

"Thank you, Is today some kind of special occasion?" Max started with. He couldn't really remember if today was any particular holiday or not.

Aunt Alison smiled back at him, "No, no. Illyana here just wanted to give a little early morning apology and a thank you for everyone."

That had Max a little confused as he turned to look at his curvy cousin for an explanation.

Illyana took a moment to finish putting a new batch of cinnamon rolls into the oven before turning to face everyone. "Well, I've come to realize I've been allowing myself to be a passenger in my engagement with Bruce and Mom helped me realize that I shouldn't just let myself be walked all over by someone who I am planning on spending the rest of my life with." There were various nods of agreement from the various women around the room, and a few more entered as they heard Illyana start talking from the living room, bringing their plates with them.
"So, Mom asked a few friends to help test Bruce, to make sure that he's faithful and is someone everyone would be comfortable with entering the family. I wasn't sure about testing him like this, but we all know my mom. She'd do it anyways, even if I told her not to." Illyana said, shooting Aunt Alison a look that made the pregnant matriarch preen, not denying anything.

Officer Dee licked some icing off a finger while she remembered that the last potential 'boyfriend' Alison had tested had been found in an emergency room with a concrete donkey dildo shoved up his ass. She idly wondered if she needed to send a quick message to the local hospital in case Bruce ends up there later.

"Anyways," Illyana said, "From what I've heard, Bruce was a little... rude to everyone who he went out with last night and I'm going to have a serious talk with him about our relationship." Maria raised her hand from down the table, apparently figuring this was the least rude way to interrupt Max's cousin. Illyana blinked for a hot moment, before realizing what was going on and gestured at the younger latina.

Maria said somewhat loudly, to make sure she was heard, "If you don't mind me asking, What did he do that was so rude? and where is he now?"

Max had to admit, he was kinda curious of that as well. Thinking back he never really saw Bruce leave Illyana's side for more than a few minutes, but he was strangely absent today.

Illyana answered easily, "Well, it seems he had a little too much to drink last night, so I left him back at the hotel to sleep things off a bit, as for what he did specifically, I honestly don't know the exact details. Mom said she'd let Mrs. Cortez, Officers Barr and Greenwood, Aunt Brittney, and Maeve, an old friend of Mom's who isn't here yet, explain." Murmurs rose throughout the room as everyone took this in. The fact that Aunt Alison didn't do it herself was one thing being discussed among the older women, she did have a history of being brutally upfront and direct with things like this. The younger women were all generally discussing, amongst other things, what Bruce did to be rude. How do you offend a family that has a history of incestuous orgies? Tiffany, Maria, and Carmen in particular were curious, as they were the newest additions to the house, mostly unofficially, so far. Having an idea of what not to do, or what the punishments could look like, just sounded like necessary education in a house that repelled a mob raid without taking a life.

Max was more interested in was what Bruce did to his women. Yeah, He knew it was a little messed up in a fucked up rainbow of reasons to think of them all as "his women", including Dee and Dessa, whom he hadn't even slept with yet.

Max had a momentary realization on how he had around twenty women drooling to jump onto his cock, but he was only one man with one dick. If his women's libido was anything like his own, there wasn't enough Max to go around. Especially if he expanded any further into new women or if he ever wanted to bang his daughters once they were old enough. Then there'd be at least forty cum starved women aching for a filling. And Max did NOT want to share. He was going to have to think about this. Maybe the device could help him?

Max felt a small nudge in his side, and saw his Aunt Alison looking at him. He'd spaced out while he was lost in thought and now all of the women were starting to clean up from their breakfasts and spread out for the day. If he was going to say anything about buying/renovating a mansion for his women, he had to do it now.

Screwing up his courage, and briefly wondering how Illyana made talking before everyone look so easy, Max stood up and figured he'd just go for broke.

"Um, Hey, Everyone!" Max half-shouted, drawing everyone's eyes over to him from whatever they were doing. Some that were even starting to leave the room stopped and turned to see what he had to say.

With what felt like a small army of beautiful women looking at him, Max quailed internally for a moment from being in the spotlight. He had to say something though, nerves be damned.

"I just need to let everyone know that yesterday, I won the lotto. The one with the Mega-Millions." Max managed to get out, still kinda half-shouting way louder than he really needed to.

That got some of a reaction around the room, some of the women started looking to their friends with various looks in their eyes. Some excited that they were now fucking potentially one of the richest man in the state, while a few of the more pragmatic women shared sharper looks. If Max was getting the kind of attention he was as a broke college student, how crazy were women going to get to try and jump on Max's dick now that he was loaded.

No one had interrupted him though, so Max just kinda kept going. "I don't know about how much I'm going to get, exactly, but I'm going to try and use some to get us a bigger house. I'm super grateful to Aunt Alison for letting me and my Mom and sisters live here, and hosting all of you here with me, but I think I'm going to need a bigger house for all of you and any children I'm going to have in the future, since, I don't know if anyone's been keeping track, but I haven't used a condom in... Ever."

That got a bit of a different reaction, most of the women just nodded along as that made sense. If this was Max's delightfully awkward way of asking them all to move in with him in a bigger house, that sounded just about perfect to them. Most also thought about Max mentioning birth control, some were still on the pill or had some other form of birth control. While most hadn't thought too hard about actually having Max's babies yet, if they did get pregnant, that would be just fine by them.

Tiffany and her group were kinda hopeful that they were going to be allowed to move into the new house with everyone, since Tiffany at least was uncertain of her position in the house. It'd been a long time since she'd been to her actual home, but the last few days had been nothing but amazing. The Skye household had actually felt a thousand times warmer and nicer that her memories living with her mom. Staying with Max and his family was... really nice.

Officer Dessa had a very different train of thought going through her head as she stared at Alison Skye. She'd confronted Alison in the past about Alison moving out of her house. She'd said that Max was going to pay for everything, which made so sense. How could a normal college student pay for anything on this scale. And now, here he was, a fresh lotto winner of a multi-million dollar prize. She even remembered buying a ticket herself, since she might as well have a chance of winning nearly half a billion dollars (before taxes).
How did Max win? Did Alison know he'd win? How? Did she cheat? Find some way to fudge the system? She'd heard on the radio yesterday that a winning ticket had been bought locally, but she didn't think it'd be this close.
Alison met Dessa's gaze for a moment and gave her a knowing smile before holding a finger up to her lips.
All in good time, my dear. All in good time. She heard a very familiar sultry voice in her head. Dessa felt herself break out in a cold sweat as she remembered last night. The things she had told herself were just hallucinations from the drinks...
Just let our hostess from last night join us, and we'll answer all your questions, lovely. Don't worry yourself needlessly quite yet. She "heard" in her head again. Dessa suddenly felt like drinking again. Heavily.