Janalee doesn't give you a choice

"You haven't commented on my tits yet, little brother," Janalee chided, pulling her shoulders back to draw even more attention to them, drawing your gaze away from an attempted final glance at Judy Begay's retreating ass.

"They're... they're spectacular!" You exclaimed and grab hold before she can accuse you of insincerity.

As you hoped, when you take her nipples between thumb and forefinger, her snarky response is cut of with a gasp and she melts.

"Really, really spectacular," you confirm. "I've missed you, sis!*

"I've..I've missed you too!" Janalee replies. "Kiss me, you big dork!"

And so you know your pregnant sister and her tongue snakes into your mouth as your hands seek out her ass. She moans gratefully as you start to knead it. You're starting to make comparisons in your mind between the feel of your mother's ass and those of your two sisters, something you'd never imagined you'd be able to do from actual experience, when you feel a clumsy hand on your calf.

You break off the kiss to look down and see your plastered mother has worked her way over to you.

"Oh fetch, Mom!" Janalee says when she realizes why you stopped kissing her. "You're going to be a grandma in three months. You really shouldn't be getting blessed off your ass at 10 in the morning."

"Ssmuhgrnbuhbuh," the matriarch mumbles, pointing upward at something. Since she can't keep her hand steady it's hard to be sure what.

"We should put her to bed," you say.

"Yeah, probably," Janalee agrees.

You scoop up your drunken mother in your arms and she sighs happily and starts sloppily attempting to give you a hickey. You're a lot stronger than you remember being. Perhaps in this world where you apparently get seen naked a lot more often, you've been working out more.

Janalee reaches out to do her own gluteal analysis and you jump, but fair is fair. Your oldest sister giggles wickedly and continues to pat and pinch as she follows you and your blotto burden into your parents' bedroom.

When you deposit your drunken mother onto her bed, she immediately starts masturbating. You can't help but stare and get even harder. But Janalee sighs.

"She'll never get herself off while she's that blessed," she says. "I guess we have to do our duty. In all honesty, since I got pregnant, I sometimes crave the taste something awful. But if you want to eat her, I'll take her tits."

Janalee looks at you expectantly as if double teaming your drunk mom was routine. No debate about whether to do it, just which end to take.