A huge mess

The first thing you noticed upon entering the hallway was that how quiet things had become. Of course you could still hear some distant sounds- gasps, groans, moans, but there wasn’t that frantic overwhelming cacophony of noise anymore.

Strangely, you felt the quiet was worse.

You peeked out the door, looking right and left. The coast was clear. Your old neighbour was gone, and you could only hope he had gotten himself secured in one of the many guest rooms.

“We good?” Jessica asked from behind you, the warmth of her naked body pressed close stirring your loins.

“Yeah,” you replied, still trying to listen for any disturbance. “But keep your eyes and ears open.”

Slowly the two of you crept out into the hallway and began to move in the direction of your bedroom. Every step, every creak of the floorboards had your heart racing, but if anyone else was upstairs they hadn’t been stirred.

“How many people came to this thing?” Jessica asked mildly, seemingly unbothered by the prospect of attack or her own nudity.

“Probably the whole neighbourhood,” you replied. “My parents tend to get along with most people, and they have an open door policy for the 4th of July party.”

Sudden movement stopped you dead in your tracks. One of the guest rooms had its door ajar and there was the distinct sound of movement within. You made a shushing gesture to Jessica and slowed your approach. Inching close to the door and taking several deep breaths, you looked inside.

A older woman was riding on the cock of a slender young man she had violently pinned down, her perfect, full tits bouncing with the movement. There was a breathy, delighted moan as she went about it, while one hand clasped over her partner’s face to keep him from screaming. Recognition hit you at once and a wave of horror followed. Your Aunt Francine was aggressively bouncing away on the cock of her 18 year old son Kevin.

Curiosity mingled in with the horror. While you had never seen your aunt naked before, you were fairly certain she had never been that good looking before. Her breasts seemed more perky and full, her ass and hips more shapely than you would have expected from a frumpy housewife.

Had whatever change that occurred also done something to the bodies of these women? You recalled the change in your mother’s eyes. Something was definitely going on with their biology.

your cousin’s terrified eyes met yours, but he merely nodded for you to move along, resigned to his fate.

You could feel Jessica’s breathing grow more intense behind you as she drank in the sight. One of her hands had slipped up and began to softly massage her breasts. You gave her a warning look and she bit down on her bottom lip to stifle any moan that might have escaped.

Despite wanting to save your cousin, you knew that there wasn’t any time. And Jessica was progressively deteriorating the more she watched the scene unfold, so you reluctantly moved on.

“Did you see how hard she was fucking herself on him?” Jessica’s voice was a breathy whisper. “And those tits of hers…”

“That was my aunt and her son,” you replied, outrage colouring your voice.

“Oh shit,” she replied, a little moan escaping, “that’s so fucking hot…”

You didn’t dignify that with a response, but still Jessica continued, “Your sister came home today right? Fuck, seeing her and Tori together would be so fuckin good. Their juicy pussies slamming against each other and-”

“-Ok that’s enough,” you snapped. “I don’t want to hear this shit. So you either keep it to yourself or you get left behind.”

“No, please! I’ll be good!”

A huff was all you gave her before continuing on.

Your pulse quickened as you came upon the closed door of your bedroom. You just had to hope that Jackie was in there, that she was unharmed and that the two of you could escape this madness together. You reached out and turned the handle, slowly pushing the door open…

…to reveal an empty room. There was no sign of her, even as you foolishly checked inside the closet and under the bed. Jackie was gone.

“Where’s your fiancé?” Jessica asked stupidly.

“I don’t know!” You hissed back, frustration and fear taking over, “I thought she was here. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”

You knocked over the bedside table and overturned the mattress from the bed in an act of impotent rage.You felt sick, you felt angry, but most of all you felt scared.

“Is this your phone?” Jessica asked mildly, picking it up from the mess you had made.

You had forgotten your old phone. The battery drained real quick and it was a clunky older model with a faded and cracked screen but you kept the thing next to your bed as a makeshift alarm cock.

Snatching it from her hands with the feverish desperation of a crack addict you typed in your code and were greeted with the notes app. Your heart exploded with hope, when you saw that a nee one had been left today.

“AT TREEHOUSE. HURRY.”

You thanked whatever higher power there was that she was ok. And the treehouse…of course. Your mom had always joked that the wooden structure your dad had made all those years ago was less of a tree house and more of a tree fortress. Many a sleepover had been spent up in that little getaway, playing D&D with your friends long into the night feeling like you were away from the world. It was likely high enough and secure enough to be the perfect shelter.

But when you looked out your bedroom window and saw the vast, sprawling orgy that had spread out across your considerable backyard you wondered how the fuck you were going to get there….