Drunken Debauchery

Eventually, they ended up in the bonus room of Roger and Brenda's house. The entertainment center had a massive television on one wall and Norm found a channel broadcasting 80's music videos. He cranked up the sound system and set Brenda to dancing, shaking her new fake titties while Norm wished other improvements onto her. Soon the naked woman had a mane of wild red hair, long dancer's legs and a tight core, all the better to shake her tits with.

Norm kept Roger busy hauling in the liquor and then bringing snacks from the kitchen. Meanwhile, he had their 19-year old daughter perched on his lap, happily watching her mother jiggle.

"Uncle Norm's gonna teach you howta drink, Tiff'ny!" he told the blonde. "You wanna learn from a profess'nal, right?"

"Right, Uncle Norm!" she agreed with the wishbone's help.

"Now this here's called Fireball," he said, opening a bottle of cinnamon whiskey. "It burns a lil', but thas okay!"

"That's okay!" Tiffany agreed.

"Give it a lil' sniff!" he said and she did. "Smells good, right?"

"Yeah! It smells good!" she said.

"So, chug it!" he said, handing her the bottle.

Tiffany chugged the cheap whiskey, unable to stop when it burned her throat. It was okay that it burned, she remembered, as her eyes watered. She swallowed and swallowed again, helplessly.

After five big gulps, Uncle Norm tooke the bottle and drank himself as Tiffany choked and sputtered, her throat and cheeks burning.

"You like it, right?" He told.

"Yeah...s'good..," she agreed.

"Then have 'smore! Yer dad bought us plenny!" He encouraged.

She gulped down more, then gasped, then hiccuped.

Roger came back in with a tray of sandwiches.

"Hey Roger! Yer daughter's a drunk slut!" He informed the butler.

"Iss true m Daddy!" Tiffany affirmed, taking another pull.

"Yes, Sir," he agreed. "As you wish, Sir!"

"Thas right!" Norm agreed. "Is all asI wish!"

He pointed meaningfully at Roger with the bone, grabbed the bottle from his daughter and finished it off.

He then proceeded to pass out on the couch, letting the wishbone fall to the floor.

Brenda continued to dance lewdly because she hadn't been told to stop. Tiffany the drunk slut got off her uncle’s lap to investigate what bottle she could drink next now that the fireball was gone.

Roger stared at the bone the master of the house had dropped. As the butler, he really should clean that up.

But then the doorbell rang. As the butler, he really should answer that.