At dinner...

Later on at dinner, you eat quietly. Your ass is sore and still leaking cum, and your dad keeps winking at you when no one else is looking. You didn't expect to ever be fucked like that, and you certainly didn't expect to enjoy it so much. Your sister and mom are arguing again.

"Mom, it's just the style! I can't go to school looking all frumpy, that'd be so uncool." Your mother's nose scrunches slightly as she frowns- god, she's so beautiful. You decide that you're going to have her, later. For now, though, you eat slowly, watching them argue. "I don't care, Missy. Those clothes aren't appropriate for someone your age- boys your age are little monsters, they all have their minds on only one thing... no offense, James." She smiles at you apologetically. You swallow thickly and mutter something to appease her. If she only knew that you were thinking of fucking her hard over the dinner table in front of your dad and sister...

"Get a grip, mom, it's not a big deal," your sister says, leaning back and crossing her arms. The way she's crossing her arms are smooshing her small, pert breasts together, and you think about what it'd feel like to fuck her tits like that. You shift uncomfortably as your cock fully hardens. Your dad catches your eye and grins at you. He must think you're shifting because of your sore ass... "Besides," your sister continues, "it's not like you yell at James for what he wears!" You perk up. "What's wrong with what I wear?"

"Those faggoty skinny jeans... it's no wonder everyone at school thinks you're a quee-"

"MELISSA ANN, YOU GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW, WE DO NOT USE THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE IN THIS HOUSE!" Your mom has snapped, her face furious. Your sister sighs and flounces out, and you keep eating silently. It's not the first time your sister has accused you of being gay. You're not sure where she got her homophobia from, it's not like your family is conservative.

"I'm sorry, baby. Your sister's just... going through a phase. Your father and I want you to know that we'd support you if you were gay- not that we think you are, how you dress doesn't dictate what your sexuality is..." You groan and hide your face. This happens every time your sister says something like that. You really don't want to hear this lecture again. "It's okay mom, I know you support me. I don't want to talk about it."

And with that, your mother's mouth snaps shut. She has a look of surprise, but then smiles and shrugs. "Alright, dear. Listen, you don't have to help with the dishes tonight. You were so helpful earlier- why don't you take it easy the rest of the night?" You nod and stand, intending to go to your room. You've decided it's time to test your powers out further, and you want to plan...