Looks like you're out of options. Whatever happens, happens!

You can't concentrate under pressure -- a major reason why you were always a loser in your previous life. You feel a little discouraged knowing that your weaknesses in your past life carry over into your afterlife.

You hear Claire talking to someone in the entryway, but can't make out what they're saying. It's probably Melanie, right? Damn, could Mel hear you brutally double-teaming Rachel earlier? There had be a lot of noise coming from the room... is she tipping off your stepmom?

A few moments later, though, Claire calls from the kitchen, "Hello? Melanie? David? Rachel? I'm hoooome!" There's no response. If Claire called for Mel, she must not be home... maybe she went to an old high school friend's house for the evening. Damn, have you missed your chance to try out your older sister's throat? And who was Claire just talking to, then?

You hear Claire's business-attire heels clack clack down the hallway toward the bedrooms.

"Ffffffuck, are you gonna get grounded, man? Is she gonna tell my parents?" asks Tommy in a hushed, panicky voice.

"I don't even know if you HAVE parents here, Tommy, I just imagined you into existence, remember?" you reply, annoyed. "Besides, I'm 24 years old, not 15. She wouldn't ground me. She could kick me out of the house, cut me off financially, shit, even have us arrested!"

Could your own personal sexual paradise really turn out that shitty? Is a bad day even POSSIBLE in Blowjob Universe?

"David and Tommy, arrested? Wouldn't that be a relief!" Rachel chides. Her smug grin looks ridiculous beneath the dangling gag juice that she still hasn't wiped off. She seems fairly resigned to her status as a cum- and spit-dumpster at this point. Maybe that's why she hasn't made any effort to call for Claire's attention yet. That, or her throat's too sore from all the vigorous throatfucking.

There's a quick knock at the bedroom door opens a crack. "Rachel, honey, I'm home from work. What would you like to eat?" As she pokes her head in, she notices you and Tommy. "Oh! Hi boys!" she says, surprised. Before she has time to fully register the scene, she continues, "Erm, David, there was someone at the door when I arrived, looked like she'd been waiting for a while. She's in the living room now. She said she was here to see you, something abou--"

As she opens the door all the way, she finally recognizes the situation. A room reeking of sweat, jizz, and vomit. A massive puddle of bodily slime soaking into the center of the bed and running over the sides. Everyone naked; Tommy with a slobbery full 8-inch hardon, you with a cum-covered 6-inch chubby (still fairly imposing, even at half-mast), and Rachel, your kid sister, covered almost head to toe in spit, phlegm, cum, and puke.

"What. The. Fuck," is all she can say, standing stunned in the doorway.