Family Reunion

2:04 a.m.

The feed opened in a sudden wash of bright white light.

Carson flinched hard inside the headset, eyes watering as the image resolved. Soft overhead panels. Clean pale walls. A low, padded apparatus in the center of the room that looked like some kind of medical breeding bench. Two familiar figures stood in front of it.

His mother.

His sister.

Ashley still wore the plain island-issue top she must have been given on arrival. Jessica had already stripped down to the standard shorts. Both of them were looking directly into whatever camera or sensor fed the headset.

For a second Carson’s chest locked with pure relief.

They were right there. Alive. In the same room. He could see the tired set of his mother’s shoulders, the restless way Jessica shifted her weight.

“Mom?” His voice came out rough in the dark bedroom. “Jessica? Can you hear me?”

No reaction.

Ashley’s face was tight with worry as she stared at the feed. Jessica’s mouth curled into a slow, mean little smirk.

Carson tried again, louder.

“It’s me. I’m right here. I can see you—”

Jessica’s voice came through the headset clear and sharp.

“So this pathetic bitch can see and hear us?”

The same nurse from intake stepped into frame, tablet still in one hand, looking almost amused.

“Yeah. New upgrade on their end. Headset for the volunteer. He gets full audio and video of whatever happens on this side. Feel free to say whatever you want. He can’t talk back to us, but he can watch every second.”

Carson’s mouth opened.

The words sat in his ears like they belonged to someone else’s life. Pathetic bitch. Volunteer. Watch every second.

Ashley’s concerned expression deepened. She looked like she wanted to say something and couldn’t find the words.

Jessica just kept smiling that sharp little smile.

Then both of them reached down at the same time.

Jessica shoved her shorts down first. The heavy, half-hard length of her cock sprang free and immediately began to thicken, rising under its own weight. Nineteen inches of dense, veined shaft, already soda-can-and-a-half thick, the massive flared ridge under the head swelling even wider—nearly two and a half soda cans across—as blood flooded it. Her melon-sized balls hung low and full, the skin drawn tight. A thick bead of precum welled at the tip and began to drip in a long, clear strand.

Ashley hesitated only a second longer, then pushed her own pants down.

Eleven inches of thick, uncut cock bent downward under its own girth, already fully hard. The shaft was a solid two soda cans thick the entire length, the foreskin stretched tight behind the broad head. Her own melon-sized balls sat heavy beneath it, already glistening. A slow, steady drip of precum spattered onto the floor between her feet.

Carson’s breath stopped.

The two cocks filled the entire view of the headset—his mother’s thick, downward-curving monster and Jessica’s absurd, horse-like length with that brutal flare. Both of them were already dripping, the veins standing out, the heavy balls drawn up tight with the need the nurse had warned them about.

Disgust hit first. Hot and immediate.

Then shock.

Then a confused, rising panic that made his stomach twist.

Why were they doing this? Why were they standing there with those things out, looking at him through the feed like he was part of the room?

Jessica gave her nineteen-inch cock a slow, deliberate stroke from the thick base all the way past the swollen flare, pushing another heavy bead of precum out the tip.

“Look at that,” she said, voice bright with cruel amusement. “The pathetic bitch gets a front-row seat.”

Ashley’s face was still tight with worry, but her hand had wrapped around her own thick shaft almost without thinking, giving it a single firm squeeze that made the downward curve flex.

The nurse glanced between the two of them, then at the breeding mount, and raised her eyebrows.

“All right. Who’s first?”