Inquisition

From thoroughly fucking half a dozen times your three women, you collapse from exhaustion. Somehow you manage to pull Diana {Dad} down with you until you are spooning her own **** form. Apparently getting fucked into an orgasmic stupor moments after finding herself in a new body was tiring.

By the time you awoke, it was night outside. You had slept the entire day away, and you figured you might as well sleep the night away too, just to keep your circadian rhythm steady.

Before taking another nap you walk into the kitchen wondering if you should sleep the next few hours with your mother or sister.

As you walked naked into the kitchen, you see your mother siting at the table. Yennefer looked distraught, and you could hardly blame her. Gwen was sitting across from her, and they both looked at you as you entered.

With a narrowing eyes Yennefer launched a verbal inquisition, “You have better have a very good explanation for fucking your sister, and whoever that tramp is in your bedroom. You failed to use protection with your sister too, do you want her as well having your incestuous children? You do realize the danger you are imposing on those children? How do you plan on hiding this from your father? Did you even consider what your sister or I might want?-”

Cut your mother off with a hand up, nonverbally and neutrally asking for a moment. “The girl in my room is Dad.”

“What!?! You honestly expect us to believe that you twerp?” Gwen was evidently still feeling her pounding as she stayed seated, which seemed ironic to John, given the hostility and strength of her voice.

Ignoring your sister for the time being you ask Yennefer, “Did you not notice Dad just disappearing?”

A furrowing of eyebrows, told you that your mother did indeed witness that, “One minute he was passed out on the living room floor, then I heard that girl in your room scream. When I looked back he was gone… But that is easier to explain than your father magically switching genders, teleporting, and reversing his age to a teenager.”

You shrug, “You both know me, what would it take to **** me to do what I did?”

Gwen gives a snort of disbelief, “Nothing… you are the one with a brain transplant. At least with me, you seemed extremely excited at the idea of fucking any conscious thought of caution right out of my head.”

"Yeah? Well, with me, I was fucking any conscious thought out of his own head back at him..." Yennefer asks

A soft melodic high pitched voice rang out behind you, “Our checking account is 138675309139, dear. Our first date was December 13th 1989, two days after the original planned one because it technically didn’t count, on account of the interruption by the theater’s fire alarm. You originally wanted to name John, Wolfgang… is that enough evidence?”

Yennefer’s eyes were spread out in surprise… It took a moment but she eventually began to think again, “What so someone was holding a gun to your head? I didn’t see them in the bedroom. You could have at least used a condom.”

Diana may be a woman now but she still had your father’s mannerisms, and his stereotypical eyeroll. “Right… what part of perfect instantaneous conversion from male to female seems like a typical thug that has the sole intent on break'in in to rob a home?”

Scoffing Gwen was following along and you can tell she is close to believing, but it was a lot to just accept. “So you are saying some witch magically made Dad that…” Gwen pointed at the b-cup pixie, wearing one of your shirts, next to you. “But that still fails to explain your behavior.”

“Well it was either do what she said or she was going to leave me a girl for the rest of my life.”

Your mother and sister failed to respond for a few moments. Thus, Diana stepped in to further the plot, “So instead he fucked and impregnated me, knowing that stuck me as a girl for the rest of my life.”

“That was not what she said!” You exclaim in defense.

“Oh get real, son. You just admitted you already feared that outcome from her words or implication. It fails to take a rocket scientist to have applied that to her last offer.”

“Last offer?”

Turning to look at Yennefer you nod your heads, “It was either that or have sex with you and Gwen without protection. She didn’t do anything to your fertility of your wombs, as far as I know. So it is still a random chance as normal.”

“That doesn’t explain why you just have to barge in and **** me, John” Gwen says plaintively.

While you are willing to accept responsibility, you are unable to help yourself from arguing with your sister… Even if she may be your lover now. “Did I not stop half way through when I realized what I was doing?”