Arrive at home first

After an uneventful drive (the first since you woke up, so you were a little nervous), you arrive at the family estate near the banks of the Rhine. The villa, with its huge garden surrounded by a high hedge, has been in your family for years. Your father was conceived and born here, just like you and your sister. You've always loved the house, from the gazebo at the back of the garden to the outdoor pool and every single room with its three-meter-high ceilings. You spent hours having nerfgun fights with your friends in the huge house, celebrating hip pool parties or simply watching the latest blockbusters in the house's own "movie theater". It seems like yesterday. And for you, it finally was.

Thoughtfully, you let your gaze wander over the meadow and the trimmed bushes as you pass the entrance gate. You haven't heard from any of your friends in the weeks since you woke up, but if you're honest, you wouldn't really care what happened to someone you haven't seen in four years. What a load of shit. No friends, a family you no longer know and all in the blink of an eye.

Depressed, you let your father lead you to your room, which has not been changed since you last entered it. Your father pats you on the shoulder and looks at you with a wry smile. He seems as uncomfortable with the situation as you are.

"Welcome home, son. If you need anything, just let me know. You have my cell phone number and otherwise you can always contact Tatjana. I thought you might not be in the mood for a welcome party yet, but I could arrange it if you want."

"No, that's all right Dad. I think I just want to be alone for a bit now, ok?"

"Sure, I understand that." Your father nods to you once more, then leaves the room.

You sit down on your desk chair and think about your shitty situation for what seems like the hundredth time. Somehow, everything still seems so unreal.

What's the point of all this crap, after all, you could never have woken up again, so this is always better. Determined not to let yourself be dragged down any further, you brush the negative thoughts aside and think about what you could do next to cheer yourself up. Somehow, a shower doesn't seem like a bad idea to start with, so you undress and enter the bathroom attached directly to your room.

As soon as you stand in the shower and let the warm water run down your body, you think back to the moment of your awakening and the feelings associated with it. Within seconds, your cock is already standing up proudly again and you start to wank it with relish, while you keep seeing Michaela's splattered face in front of you in your head. Just like the times before, it doesn't take long for your load to rise from your balls. Your hand literally flies up and down your cock until the time finally comes and you squirt against the glass door of the shower cubicle, moaning loudly. Kneading vigorously, you squeeze the last drops of cum out of your member and open your eyes with trembling knees...

And look directly into the face of a young woman you don't know.