Jess is thinking medium-term, not short term

Jess chuckles at my question about what she wants to do. "You sweetheart, Luke! I'm really glad you're asking," she smiles, with a gasp.

Jess continues. "What I want to do, is get you hard watching me masturbate. When you're up to it, I hope you'll get your cock out here on the patio for us to play together. But all of that is just to set the mood, to talk about some of the things we might do about my family."

I feel myself getting hard, but I'm still a bit self-conscious. Jess senses this and giggles slightly. "Don't worry Luke. Take your time and enjoy the show." She pushes a couple of fingers back inside herself, making her eyelids droop and flutter.

"So..." I venture. "Is a lot of your plan, to have sex in front of your family?"

Jess gasps softly. "Mmmmm. Partly. Not just sex, though. I want us to have some rules where there are parts of the house where you're always going to be naked," she said, digging her fingers inside of herself again, "and other parts where I'm always naked. Or nearly naked, anyway. I want to set up scenes from time to time to show to my family, and to try to get them to notice what we're up to, as part of getting teaching them about situations which are not normal. And I want to get into some kink." She gasped.

"Do I get a say in this?" I ask Jess. She looks at me steadily.

"I'm hoping you'll say yes," she said. "We'd work out the details."

"But," I say, "your family don't get a say in this."

Jess slows down slightly. "With them, informed consent is out the window. But it's either me and hopefully you, or letting them bumble around in the world and hope for the best. Based on some of the stories my parents have told me about surprise teenage pregnancies back in Innocence, Utah, I'm not comfortable with that. At least my siblings are over 18 now, but..."

I nod. It's down to whether I trust Jess' judgement around her family, really...

...but also, I realise, I'm getting pretty hard in my boxers, tenting them significantly.

Wordlessly, I stand up and causally pull them down. Jess looks at my erect member with rapt interest, and I notice Kelley look at me slightly curiously. She glances down at my cock briefly, furrows her brow, and turns to keep chatting with her mother.

"Was that Kelley?" Jess asks. "Don't sit down, don't cover up," she adds, stopping me from reflexively trying to hide my erection while we talk about her sister within earshot.

Kelley glances over again, her eyes darting to my cock, and then back to my face. She gives me a polite, friendly smile.

I look to Jess, and nod. "Yes."

Jess nods back. "I think that she notices slightly more than the rest of my family. It's something I'll want to talk about at some point. But you see how none of them really reacted at all? That's what's normal here. I'm guessing that she looked again, but mostly because she heard her name mentioned."

I looked over to the rest of the Gales. Darren looked to me, and gave me a friendly smile of his own. Maybe a slightly anxious one. The smile of a father who was being swept along but was hopeful that things were going as well as they seemed. And no hint that he saw anything odd about someone he hardly knew standing with his cock jutting out in front of his older daughter, on his own patio.

I thought strikes me. "How did your parents even have children?"

Jess grinned at me. "I just barely have a grasp on what it will be like for you to fuck me, and you want me to imagine my parents having sex?"

I blushed, but Jess giggled. "I'm kidding, Luke. Honestly, I have my theories but I haven't really investigated. I think we probably have Christian norms in Innocence, Utah to thank for that. 'Man and loving wife in loving devoted embrace in their martial bed'," Jess recited, as if from some scripture. "And I guess I should warn you now, that my family still does have some involuntary reactions." She looked at me meaningfully "Dad's pyjamas don't hide his morning wood. Kelley has nipple erections, and not always from cold weather or exercise. And I know from doing the laundry Max has nocturnal emissions."

"Nice," I say, deadpan.

Jess smirks. "It's better you know now. Our biology is the same as anyone else's. They may be clueless, but we're going to systematically test the limits of their Conceptual Neglect. If some part of their brain is, er, keeping their anatomy in working order, it's possible that they could have an involuntary reaction if they pay attention, even if they don't find it exciting or even know what's going on. And so to answer your question, you can imagine that occasionally things would happen by accident."

I look over to the Gales, and catch Hellen looking at me. She smiles a sheepish smile of someone peering at someone having a private conversation, and turns back to the rest of her family.

I chuckle. "Your family are trying *very hard* to have a separate conversation from us, but they're struggling a little."

Jess smiles. "Bless them," she says. "Let them talk a little longer. Come here," she says.