Influences In-Laws

When Mark's subconscious pops up it surprises you a little bit, not because you haven't seen it before but because you can now edit it.

Karen was always the better looking sister..

A devilish smile meets your lips as your finger taps the keyboard curiously, despite his corruption Mark always seemed to love his wife, but now.. adultery with her sister? It's almost too wicked, even for you. There's a beeping in the kitchen as his thought suddenly spins to the food which is cooking in there. As he stands up to deal with the fire alarm you quickly type.

You need help. Bring the MILF.

Mark seems confused for a split second, but his attention turns quickly to Karen.

"I could use some help in the kitchen, would you mind?" he asks casually.

"Of course." Karen replies, standing up quickly and following her brother-in-law into the kitchen, leaving Jennifer and Frank to talk - your plan unbeknown to them.

Karen and Jennifer are on two separate ends of the angelic spectrum, where Jenny got the blonde hair and fair skin Karen got the black hair and darker features, they're so much like their daughters. She's about Paige's height, but that's where the similarities end. Her breasts are easily a D-cup, and her ass is too impressive for a woman of her age, squeezed tight into a pair of plain blue jeans. You imagine briefly squeezing those cheeks together when you realise they're already in the kitchen, Mark's pulling smoking canapés out of the oven while Karen stands awkwardly behind him, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

She's staring at his ass, you notice. Is your job really this easy? You wait for a subconscious pop up box for Karen but unfortunately it never arrives, she's clearly not corrupted enough for you to control or even see her thoughts.

As Mark turns around you see his eyes quickly glance down at his sister-in-laws cleavage, before flickering back to the food in front of him as he lays it out on the side. As he turns back to face her you begin typing again.

It's okay to stare, she likes it.

His eyes return to her ample bosom, hanging perfectly against her black tank top, you're pretty sure she's not wearing a bra.

"Uh, Mark?" she asks, confused annoyance in her voice as she crosses her arms and begins moving away from him.

You don't even need to tell him what to do now. He presses his arms against the kitchen counter around Karen, trapping her before giving her a casual smile.

"You look great today, Karen." he whispers as he leans close to her face, "really.." his eyes glance down at her rack again, "great."

"Are you feeling okay Mark? This isn't appropriate." she replies, her voice hushed and slightly panicked. You can feel her heart pounding, like sweet music to your ears. She might play innocent but you know she's getting wet.

Mark suddenly kisses her, you expect her to pull away and slap him but instead her arms grab his waist tightly, her lips hungrily kiss his back as she pulls his crotch against hers. They grind aggressively against each other as their tongues slide over each others, their bodies pressed tightly together, their moans only just inaudible from the lounge where their significant others sit.

When Mark finally pulls away, Karen seems to come to her senses and push Mark away but instead of walking back into the living room she just stares at him, her mouth slightly ajar and finally her subconscious appears.

Lift me up on this counter and fuck me, I need it. I don't care if they hear.

You wonder about what would happen if you allowed this to happen, but decide it definitely wouldn't end well, there's evil and then there's fun evil, and you don't think home wrecking is very fun. At least not yet.

Show him everything. Give him your underwear, then go back to your husband.

She doesn't even question the thought, quickly she pulls her tank top over her head, revealing her huge tits, they sag only slightly against her stomach and you're pleased to see they look perfectly natural. She then pulls her jeans down, struggling to pull them past her ass having to bend all the way over to do so, revealing a black pair of see-through panties which hide nothing, except for the wetness concealed beneath them. She quickly pulls them off as well and throws them at Mark, giving him a nice 360-look at her body before quickly pulling her clothes back on commando style and walking casually back into the living room.

Mark gives the panties a quick sniff, before shoving them into his boxers and beginning to dish out the canapés.