Living the Junna life

What left him annoyed, was his father didn't even wash his hands! And he touched him too...

Inspecting where he was 'comforted', Jack found a wet impression. Was that piss or something more...

An involuntary shudder, ran through his body, as he thought this. He just hoped it was the former. Weirdly enough, the longer he stared, the more it vanished.

What was this?

Did his body just assimilate his father's bodily fluid.

Trying not to think about it, he finished up in the bathroom. On the way to his room, he saw his sister.

"You lucked out little bro.." Eyes trained on his cock, his sister was fondling her giant tits as she spoke.

"Thanks?..."

Why was she touching herself there, just like his mother. Could he be thinking too much?

"I just find things so... distracting... now.."

Jack's eyes bulged, as he watched his sister complain about her chest size. Her face was pitiful and pleading. Groping and fondling, she looked to Jack for his support.