Fusion 2

You're waking up at the usual time. Lisa is still sleeping next to you, peacefully slumbering on her side, snoring softly. Your eyes are drawn to her penis, resting lazily against her thigh. This would usually be the moment where you went down on her or started jerking her off, but you're not really feeling it today. The events of yesterday weigh heavily on your mind, dulling your urges.

You get up quietly, careful not to wake Lisa, and make your way towards the bathroom. After a quick wash, you dress yourself and head downstairs. You find Crystal already up and sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. The moment she sees you, she gets up and rushes over towards you, her chair clattering loudly onto the floor behind her.

"Uh, good morning? Are you okay?" You ask, slightly taken aback by her sudden movement.

"We need to talk," she whispers urgently, grabbing your arm. She pulls you outside the house into the garden, where a secluded bench offers a measure of privacy. The sun is starting to rise above the horizon, painting everything golden, and creating a pleasant atmosphere.

She sits down on the bench and motions for you to sit beside her. Once you're settled, she doesn't speak immediately, but gathers her thoughts first. She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, then begins.

"Doug, listen. You know that I care about you, right? You're my little brother and I love you, even if you don't believe that sometimes." She pauses to look into your eyes. You nod slowly, urging her to continue.

"So, when you came out with that thing about Mom, I was furious. Not at you, but at Mom. Because I assumed that she had taken advantage of you, somehow."

This is as much as Lisa explained last night, but hearing it again from your older sister makes you wince internally. Before she can continue, you interrupt her gently.

"Crystal, Mom has never **** herself on me. She loves me. We're partners. Together, we-"

"I wasn't done yet, Doug," Crystal cuts in, shaking her head. "Just let me finish, please?"

You swallow and nod, letting her continue.

"I watched the video. I watched it six times. And each time, I felt more ashamed. Ashamed for being so close-minded. For assuming the worst without having any evidence. For doubting you. And Mom."

The words hang between you, leaving you in stunned silence. Her voice is quiet and solemn, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She clears her throat softly and continues speaking.

"I want to apologize. I'm sorry for acting like such an asshole. I shouldn't have said the things I did yesterday. They were wrong and hurtful. I am deeply sorry, Doug, and I hope you can forgive me. I promise I won't ever act that way again."

You feel your heart grow warm inside your chest, melting away the ice that formed overnight. Smiling brightly, you open your arms wide and hug her tightly, burying your face into her shoulder.

"It's alright, Crystal," you whisper into her ear. "Don't worry about it. It's all water under the bridge."

She wraps her arms around your body and holds you close to her, whispering 'Thank you' as you embrace each other. You stay like this for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of the moment, then separate reluctantly.

"You should speak to Mom, too," you suggest quietly. "She took it pretty hard as well."

Crystal nods slowly. "I know. I will."

After that, the two of you get up and make your way towards the house together. Before you enter, Crystal turns to you one more time.

"Doug, can I ask you something? About the video?"

"Sure," you reply with a smile. "What do you wanna know?"

"How were you not in severe pain, not to say, dead? How are you even able to take Mom's cock that easily?" Crystal asks, incredulous. "She is freakishly big. How is your ass not totally ruined?"

Your cheeks flush a bit at this, but you can detect the genuine curiosity behind it. Alas, you don't have a proper answer for her. "I don't fully know either, honestly. For some reason, I don't have the same problems other men do. I can put up with everything Mom dishes out without any trouble."

Her brow furrows, but she doesn't press further. She shakes her head, opens the door, and walks inside.

After a while, Lisa comes downstairs, looking freshly showered. Crystal immediately pulls her away, much like she did with you, and they sit down on the same bench, talking animatedly. Soon, they re-join you in the living room, laughing heartily. Lisa looks relieved and happy, and Crystal's expression is brighter than it was before. You're glad things worked out between them.

But you're not one hundred percent sure about the looks they keep giving you.

Sarah arrives from her morning jog not long after, her cheeks slightly flushed, breathing heavily.

In short order, the four of you are sitting in the living room, talking over breakfast. The topic is, of course, the video and everything related to it. Your sisters pry into every detail, almost putting you and Lisa into a cross-examination.

"What do you mean, you just decided to get a chastity cage nilly-willy?"

"You grew a full three inches, Mom? That's crazy!"

"Only cum? What about bacon, for example?"

"What kind of thongs are we talking about, exactly?"

This continues for a while, and the discussion turns towards the uploading of the video. Lisa objectively lists the pros and cons of doing it and gives your sisters the time to mull it over. After a few minutes of contemplation, Sarah decides to go for it.

"Alright, if it's money we need, then let's make it rain! Do it! Let's see what the people think."

Crystal deliberates a bit longer, but eventually nods as well. "Yes. My two main objections - namely the matter of **** and the worry for our reputation - were misplaced. It's not a video we will get ridiculed for, but quite the opposite. I agree."

Lisa smiles, pleased that they took the time to think it through, then turns to you. "And you, dear?"

You don't even have to think about it. "You already know."

She nods slowly, looks around at everyone present, then speaks.

"Well then. Looks like it's all set. We'll upload it today. Thanks, girls. You won't regret this."

Before anyone else can say anything, Sarah slams her hand on the table, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"Right! Cool! Since we're apparently past the point of modesty in this house, I just wanted to inform you that you've given me a crippling **** fetish. Therefore, I will go up into my room, do my civic duty, and you'll leave me alone to it. See you in an hour or so, guys," she declares, getting up from her chair and leaving the room with purposeful steps, ignoring the snickering rest of the family behind her.

After breakfast, you and Lisa do the dishes in the kitchen, where she turns towards you with a serious expression on her face.

"Just a heads up. The video convinced them... maybe a little too well. Sarah pretty much said it already, and the same is true for Crystal. They will make advances on you soon. How do you feel about that?" She asks softly, looking into your eyes.

You swallow hard before replying. "Uh, I've no idea. I didn't think about it, because we needed to get everything together first, but... yeah. I mean, sure, I could say no, but... ugh, I don't know how I feel about it yet. Sorry that I don't have a better answer for you right now."

"That's okay, honey. It's not something that should be taken lightly. If it makes any difference, I wouldn't mind. As long as I still get my fair share of this... scrumptious... ass, of course," Lisa chuckles deviously, reaching out to cup your cheeks in her hands. "Think about it though. Ultimately, it's your decision."

"Thanks, Mom," you reply warmly, leaning forward to give her a quick kiss. "I will."