June settles in.

"... now remember, it's important make sure that they can't trace anything back to ya, so havin' couriers on yer payroll is a good way t' keep the heat off ya"

June managed to surprise herself with how much knowledge she had stored away in the recesses of her damaged brain. While her core memories were still very much foggy, she was still able to tap into a reservoir of information and facts that led credence to everything she'd been told about herself. After all, why else would she know so much about money laundering and safe cracking unless she really was the master criminal they claimed she was?

While the weasel was happy to share her extensive knowledge with her sisters, Jesse and Jane weren't quite as enthusiastic. As eager as they were to expand their horizons within the criminal underworld, they were having trouble retaining most of June's teachings. This was a pair who, when confronted with a problem, immediately defaulted to brute **** as a solution. All this talk of aliases, and book keeping, and state lines... it was all just meaningless gobbledygook to them.

"... and that's the gist of it. Any questions?" June said as she sat the papers back into the safe. She had been so caught up in her lesson that she didn't notice that Jane had dozed off halfway into it. Jesse was still awake, though it was questionable how much she was listening with the bored expression on her face.

"Yeah, so... um... when does the money come in?" she asked with a yawn.

June stared at her sister blankly in response. “Ah explained that part fifteen minutes ago. Weren’t you listening?”

“I was… for like, the first minute or so…” Jesse replied, lazily scratching her ear.

June sighed and shook her head. Really, she should’ve known better. She knew very little about her siblings but her immediate impression was that they weren’t exactly the brightest pair of criminals. With a weary smile, she placed the bonds back into the safe and shut it close. She could hardly fault the pair for not catching on right away. White collar crime was much more intricate and nuanced than they were accustomed to and it was foolish for her to assume that she could teach them everything in one sitting.

“You know what? Don’t worry about it” the weasel said as she turned back to her sister with a warm smile. “Ya’ll just focus on what you’re good at and let yer big sis worry about the complicated stuff, alright?”

“Sounds good to me” Jesse snorted as she stood to her feet and stretched. “Welp, all that learning’s got my head hurting. I think it’s time for me to hit the hay”

“Yer going to bed early?” June asked before looking at the nearest window and seeing the rays of sunlight seeping through the dusty blinds. “It ain’t even noon yet!”

“So?” Jesse asked with a raised a brow. “What’s your point?”

“Ah mean… well, this is the time we’re folks usually be out workin and whatnot, right?” June asked confusedly. She wasn’t too confident in her assertions given how foggy her memories were but or some reason, the idea of sleeping in the middle of the day didn’t sit well with her.

“Yeah, but only suckers do real work. Ladies like us get to sleep in all day if we want!" Jesse said with a smirk. "Besides, we already pull off a big heist, so it's not like there's anything else to do today"

"If you say so..." June muttered as she scratched the top of her head. Jesse frowned, annoyed with the weasel for questioning their way of operating. A lightbulb went off in her head as she folded her arms.

"You really are conked out, sis. I think we need to get you back into the swing of things so you can start getting your memories back" she said with a devious glint in her eye. The naive weasel didn't appear to pick up on it as she looked up with a hopeful smile.

"That'd be real swell! So... umm... how do we do that?"

"We're gonna take nap like we always do" Jesse said before looking down at her still slumbering twin. She slapped Jane upside her head, startling her awake with a grunt.

"What the hell?!"

"It's nap time" Jesse stated bluntly.

"Oh, okay"

June was about to question the logic of waking someone just to tell them to go back to sleep but thought better of it as she followed them into their bedroom. Her nose curled as she was greeted with stench that hovered in the air. Sweat and flatulence mixed with hint of something vaguely sweet. The floor was littered with food wrappers and emptied cans of beans, making traversing the room more difficult than necessary. Two giant hammocks sat at the end of the room, one blue and one red with the latter stacked above the former.

"Alright, let's get you settled in..." Jesse said as she began removing her pants and tossed them to the side. June winced and took a step back as she was once again met with the sight of Jesse's frighteningly large backside. Her body still ached from being an unwilling participant in their safe cracking attempt. She feared that she would once against be **** between her cheeks and was relieved when Jesse just yawned and made her way over to the bottom hammock. The poles suspending the it groaned from her weight but somehow managed to keep her aloft.

"Jane, hand em over" She said as she held her hand out.

"What, you can't wait til the end of the month like usual?" Jane huffed as she folded her arms.

"Not for me. For big sis!" Jesse answered with a knowing grin as she pointed down at the confused weasel.

Jane blinked, the gears turning in her head before she caught on. She returned her sister's smile as she pulled her pants down, a visible cloud of funk erupting into the air as they fell to her ankles. A blotchy pair of panties adorned the pig's backside, the waistband noticeably worn from constant stretching and the fabric permanently discolored from being unwashed for so long. What was once white was now a shade of olive green.

"What's with weird look, sis?" Jane asked in a mockingly innocent tone. June winced and shook her head.

"N-nothing" she stammered, her hand clutched over her nose as she nervously stared at the pig's musky butt. Jane laughed as tugged at her waistband and let it snap back into place with a wet *smack!*

"What, you haven't seen a pair of drawers before, sis? I get em this month and next month Jesse gets them. No sense wasting money on a second pair!"

Jesse chuckled at the weasel's horrified expression as Jane peeled the underwear from her ass and wrung out what had to have been a gallon of butt sweat onto the ground before tossing it over to her. Jesse caught the stinking panties and quickly used them to assemble a makeshift hammock beneath her own.

"There you go sis! Your bed, just how you like it!" She said as she patted June on the back.

"W-what? Are you serious?! Ain't no way ah-"

"Yep. You just love sleeping in our panties" Jane said with an exaggerated sigh. "We don't really get it ourselves but it's what makes you happy so we try not to judge. Somethin' about lovin the smell..."

June stepped back and shook her head. This was wrong on so many levels. There was NO WAY that anyone could be this depraved! She didn't question the idea of her hitching rides in their pants, but this was well beyond that. Those panties looked like they could kill horseflies and peel the paint off of fences. She couldn't imagine ever being in such a twisted headspace that she'd enjoy being anywhere near them, let alone using them as a bed! Seeing her apprehension, Jesse frowned and squeezed her shoulder slightly.

"Sis, you're really starting to worry me. Normally you'd already be nestled in all comfy-like and now you're looking like you've seen a ghost! I don't know what conked you on the head, but it must've REALLY knocked you silly..." she said softly.

"Ah'm sorry Jesse..." June sighed. "Ah'm trying, ah really am, but... ah dunno, this just doesn't seem... it don't seem right to me. Ah mean, what kinda sicko was ah? Gettin' off to the smell of mah sister's butts and whatnot?"

"Well, it sure wasn't normal..." Jesse said as she scratched her cheek. "... but we never judged you or questioned you. You looked after us, you fed us, and you protected us from the law, and all you EVER asked from us in return was to worship our booties. I mean, we thought it was really weird, but it was the least we could do for the best big sister in all the world~"

June looked up at her younger sibling, unsure of how she should take her words. Part of her still refused to believe that she had ever enjoyed debasing herself in such a crude manner... but another part of her felt ever so grateful towards Jesse and Jane. Neither or them seemed the least bit revolted at her sick desires. If anything, they seemed happy to humor her! The gratitude she felt overrode her nagging doubt as she stepped towards the hammock Jesse had made for her.

They're always lookin our fer me, she thought to herself. Ah gots to at least TRY to act like ah normally do.

Taking in one last breath of (semi-)fresh air, she dove onto the underwear hammock. It wasn't nearly as bad as she expected. Aside from the very faint dampness of the fabric, it felt no less comfortable than a normal hammock... at least, that's how it was at first. Try as she might, the weasel couldn't hold her breath forever. She tried to ease herself into accepting the smell by taking in small, quick breaths through her nose.

The moment she took in that first sniff, her body went completely ridged, her eyes watering as her brain went into a state of shock. Being **** to ingest Jane's farts seemed like a pleasant walk through a field of flowers in comparison. While she was struggling to cope with the overwhelming nausea, Jesse and Jane were climbing into their bunks. The hammock above June sagged down with the pig's enormous butt positioned in a way that allowed it to just barely graze the weasel's face.

Neither pig so much as uttered a "sleep tight" before letting loose snores so loud that they could be heard throughout the home. June did her best to pay it no mind as she closed her eyes, her lungs burning as they were **** to take in tainted air. What little rest she could would be periodically interrupted by Jesse's constant flatulence, though she was starting to become accustomed to the stench by now. If anything, it was a reprieve from the stench of her hammock. Both were horrid, but at least there was a pleasant hint of cinnamon to Jesse's farts...

"Well... maybe this ain't so bad..." she muttered. "Ah don't know what kinda life this is... but it's MAH life, so ah might as well learn to enjoy it again... still can't but feel like somethin' ain't right. What if what they're sayin' ain't true? What if... what if they're not really mah..."

She stopped and shook her head. No one, she reasoned, would be so cruel as to take advantage of someone suffering from memory loss. Beyond that, she refused to believe that Jesse and Jane would ever commit such a heinous act. They were family! Possibly the only family she even had! With that thought in mind, June closed her eyes and nuzzled into the sodden panties that constituted her bed, forcing herself into slumber through will alone as she continued breathing in the nose hair singeing stench.