Wake Up Early

(This chapter is about set up. I'm going to do two separate scenes along with this, both of them following ayyar's suggestions from the previous chapter. One will be an "under the table" blowjob [one of my personal fetishes] and another where the portal aspect of this story is more blatantly used. Anyway, enough rambling. Onwards!)

You wake up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. You also managed to wake up before your sister could give you a nice wake-up call.

You grab the cock ring and slip it into your pajama pocket. You leave the room and see that, although the light is on in your sister's room, she doesn't seem to have left it yet.

You knock on her door lightly and say "Morning, Kels!" You then head to the bathroom to wash the nasty morning breath away.

As you brush your teeth, you take out the MCR and contemplate it. You had dreams all night of the different things you can do with it. Everything you've done so far has been so family oriented. Maybe it's time to get out of the house a bit.

First things first, though. You had an eager sex puppet **** to give you a nice cock sucking for breakfast.

You slip out of the bathroom once you're done with it, heading over to your mom's room. You notice, through the crack left by her open door, that she's still doing her morning wake-up routine. You bring the MCR to your lips and start whispering.

"No matter what happens at breakfast this morning, you will not notice anything sexual happening at all. Everything will seem perfectly normal. Even if someone starts doing something sexual to you, you won't notice it. You will fail to notice anything perverted going on until your son says that he's leaving. Then, you will go about your day as normal." You think for a moment, and add one more command. "Whenever your son references 'Barbie,' you will ignore what he says." You squeeze the ring again and it gently vibrates. You stick your finger through and make sure your mother is exposed to the instructions before finally leaving the hall and heading toward breakfast.

You contemplate your options. You fiddle with the MCR in your pocket. You could definitely use it to make your sister blow you while she enjoys her breakfast. Or, maybe you can persuade "Barbie" to crawl under the table and give you a sucking right under mom's nose.

Decisions, decisions...