Just your parents

As you walk down the side of the house, you hear jazz music drifting through an upstairs window. Your father, Greg, must be working from home; he always uses jazz to drown out household distractions.

Rounding the corner and stepping onto the deck of your backyard pool, you hear a female voice call out from beside you. "Heya, Honey!"

You turn to see your mother Christine lying on a deck chair, tanning in a white-and-purple bikini. She looks much the same as the last time you saw her: dark, shoulder-length hair, deep brown eyes, and a curvy body... Unfortunately for you, her plump breasts are just shy of a D-cup. Your sister Julie is a touch smaller, and you curse silently as you realize that none of your immediate family is free to use.

"Yo," you say out loud, rushing past your mother and through the patio doors. "Just a sec, I gotta, uh... Use the bathroom."

If she notices the heavy bags you're carrying, she doesn't mention it. Soon you're headed upstairs and into your bedroom, where you let out a sigh of relief. It's official: you've successfully stolen a bunch of experimental **** that are possibly dangerous, probably expensive, and _definitely _top-secret.

Things are about to get weird.