A mostly normal sight

“... You can’t just be skipping school whenever you want Caris.” You heard your mother say.

“Ugghhh….” you groaned, slowly sitting up with a hand to your head. What a headache.

Your memory flitted between confusing images. Had you really just passed out? The last thing you remembered was… licking your sister’s pussy? And suffocating under her balls? No, that wasn’t right… ah! She’d stuffed the apple sized orbs inside your mouth until you’d lost consciousness.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. Then why did you feel like you should be swimming through… something right now?

Across the room you could just make out the form of your mother, arms crossed under her motherly bosom as she stared down on your sister’s lascivious body.

Your sister was beautiful. Perfect perky tits that edged on the side of being too large, an ass that spread out from her wide hips on the cushion behind her, long majestic red hair and a face that dripped sex in only the dreamiest definition of the word. She was the definition of supreme and dangerous beauty as she sat proud and uncaring of your mother’s admonition. In all honesty the amazing level of beauty your sister held had been a driving **** for your transition in the first place, wishing that you two were twins in more than just the fraternal sense.

Her manicured fingers lightly traced across the soft skin of her right breast, circling for a moment around the star shaped nipple pastie she wore there.

Her cock lengthened, bulging inside it’s condom-like latex covering as her eyes lazed over your mother’s child bearing hips and weighty breasts.

Still, none of this bare skin she was showing caused any sort of reaction from you or your mom, for your sister it was perfectly normal attire.

“It’s a two-way street, your father and I working hard to give you kids a safe place to grow up and learn about the world and you work hard to focus on your studies and make it to your classes. Understand?” your mother said, looking down on her daughter, uncaring about the hardening length that stood less than a foot from her plump, experienced thighs.

“Yeah… I bet.” Caris said, obviously not paying attention as she trailed a hand along the edge of her girthy stick.

Your mother sighed.

“Look, we’ll talk about things with your father when he gets home. I know how hard it is for you sometimes to keep focused.”

You scrunch your brow again, confused by that last statement, watching your mom walk off. As far as you knew your sister was the prime example of a perfect… wait. Oh fuck. You’d made her a pervert.

Caris’ own eyes followed your retreating mother. You watched as she lifted a device, shit, she lifted your phone, snapping a picture of your mother’s wide backside.

She noticed your expression of horror at her and winked in your direction as she ran off to follow your progenitor.

You sat there for the moment, wondering what sort of horrible existence your life would now be all because you’d accidentally opened an unknown app at the wrong moment.

With a girly grunt you gracefully stood, strutting quickly after the two.

Moments later you stood by your sister in the doorway just out of sight, biting your lip worriedly as she scrolled through the list of many changes she could make to the woman who birthed you. The elder woman stood on the far side, sorting through items and prepping something simple for lunch.

“Maybe we-uhm… should be careful with this uh… thing?” you said quietly enough to not be heard by your humming mother.

Caris stared dead pan in your direction.

You wilted.

“You either go along with what I want or I make you into my mindless boy toy.” she said

You gulped, shrinking back a bit and shaking your head.

“Good.” She turned back to the phone.

“Now what to begin with…”