The Stevensons'

As you walked down the street, you pulled up your phone. You looked at the list of names, on The Prize Commission website:

1. Dana Rachel Doe, age 18
2. Erin Shauna Doe, née Smith, age 41
3. Ana Hernandez Ruiz, age 20
4. Dr. Elizabeth Tricia Claussen, née Eggar, age 39
5. Mishel Avah "Michelle" Fine, age 20
6. to be added

A picture accompanied Michelle's entry that looked like it came from across the street, looking through the Fine's open bay window. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked towards the house it came from. It was the Stevensons' home, and you assumed by the poor quality and fish-eye lens, that it may have come from a doorbell camera. Shit.

Livia

Livia looked out her front door at a young man looking at his phone as he walked up the sidewalk. It was John Doe, the neighbor from catercorner across the street. She opened the door to the young man, "Hello, John. Are you playing that Pokémon game?"

He looked up at her and handed her a golden ticket. "What's this?" reading the information, it became quite apparent what he wanted from her, and her heart dropped. She would never dream of cheating on her husband of almost thirty years, or breaking the solemn vow of marriage, but he did win a contest after all, and presented the ticket. "I see," she frowned as the idea of having sex with this young man became more and more a requirement. "Do you mind going insi-?"

He accosted her, snatching the ticket out of her hand and violently groping her breast over her sweater. She felt his tongue probing the inside of her mouth, as another hand reached into her pants. As a digit probed her nethers, she managed to reach for the inner door handle, and pushed back inside. The door swung open as he pushed her around the bend into the living room, and ultimately onto the large couch.

"Mom?" asked Livia's eldest daughter, Elena.

Elena

Elena watched as the neighbor boy all but raped her mother, frozen in fear as he ripped open her button-up sweatshirt, exposing a bra that was quickly pawed over. While her fifty-year-old mother was unable to scream, Elena pondered screaming for her, or just jumping into the fray and stopping this man with some sort of weapon, or...

"I'm here to fuck your mom! I won a contest!"

Oh. Right. Elena instantly recalled the big contest over the summer that granted a ticket for one citizen to have sex with whomever he wished for. And vaguely remembered it was one of the boys in town. Elena composed herself, and acted to leave the scene so that John could fuck her mother in peace.

"I'll take my leave then..."

"Actually, I'm going to fuck you, too," he said, as he pulled off her mother's last shred of clothing, and whipped out a semi-erect cock. "Strip."

George

George Stevenson was finishing the last bit of software editing for a client's architectural project, when he heard an odd noise. It was rap music. Completely Godless, degenerate hip-hop. Singing about 'bitches' and 'hoes' got George's blood boiling. It was from the entertainment center, the volume all the way up from his living room. He stormed down to see if one of his daughters or son-in-law made a mistake or invited someone over completely inappropriately. "What in heavens is going on?" he said, as he stormed down the stairs and into the living room.

"What--" his mind reeled at the sight he beheld. His wife, his lovely, was naked, and dancing on the lap of the neighbor boy, who was completely without pants, feeling up his wife as well as himself. Even worse, his eldest daughter was peeling off her panties as she exposed herself as well, dancing to the 'beat' of this rap song. "I-- wha--" George's mind raced as he couldn't understand.

"Relax, Mr. Stevenson," said the young man from the couch, having muted the satellite radio station. "I won a contest."

Irene

Irene's shower was almost complete, as she rinsed off the shampoo and scrubbed the last orifice, when the door opened.

"Honey," came a voice from her own father, as the eighteen-year-old peeked out from behind the translucent shower curtain, trying to hide her own form. "Dad! Get out!"

"There's a man downstairs, John Doe, and he... he won that contest everyone's been talking about."

Irene froze in fear, dreading where this would go next.

"He wants to have sex with you, and when I told him you were in the shower, he wanted me to get you and bring you to him as you are. Naked and... wet."

Her father stared at the ground as Irene shut off the valves. She stepped out and breathed heavy, walking with her father and dripping a trail behind them all the way downstairs.

Nadia & Hector

"How's the little one?" asked Hector, as he adjusted his tie for a day at the firm. It was Saturday, but he was primarily an evening weekend trader, which afforded him opportunity to help raise his family with his devout wife. Her mother had fallen ill lately, and Hector & Nadia and Hector, Jr. made the journey across state to stay with them a few days.

"He's fine. A little hungry and... ow..." Nadia smiled as she winced from little Hector's simultaneous teething and breast feeding. She was topless in her own room, but would not dare be outside with her strict, religious family. "Did you hear music earlier?"

"It was probably your little sister thinking she was alone. Perhaps your parents and Elena went into town."

"Perhaps," Nadia frowned, thinking something was amiss. "Maybe you should ask Irene to turn it down, just to remind her that we're in here."

Big Hector kissed her forehead, and went to the door, and to his surprise, found George standing there.

"Dad!" Nadia said, quickly throwing the blankets over herself and baby. He rolled his eyes, but looked like he had been crying. "Nadia, do you mind leaving the baby with me. There's... something you need to see downstairs."

John

As Livia held her youngest daughter's hands, you pushed forward full force on the couch, taking her virtue from the lithe teenager. "Fuck, that feels good," you had fond memories of deflowering your sister yesterday. Elena had been date raped once in college, so her pussy wasn't as tight, and Nadia had given birth early this year, so it was still a wreck. And Livia had fifty-year-old pussy, good for a yodel. But Irene promised the goods, and delivered.

You kissed Nadia, your old babysitter years past, deeply as you got a good look at her plump breasts. You weren't sure if you wanted to cum into Irene, or Nadia, or even Elena, the most attractive of the three, despite being nine years older than you. Elena was attractive enough to get date rapers involved, but she was always aloof, planning on becoming some sort of celibate, virtuous old crone. That could end with you knocking her up.

But there was another option, you felt, as you prepared to finally ejaculate. And that was not to let this night end. You pushed Nadia away and gripped onto Irene, ejaculating voluminously deep within her. Although she had been on another realm, the end of the encounter had awoken Irene to the nightmare around her, and as you exited and relaxed on one end of the couch, she curled up and covered her breasts. You still got a good view of your own seed leaking out of her teenage cunt. "I-is that all?"

Before you could answer, Livia kissed her baby girl, telling her she did great. She then stood up prim-and-proper, as proper as she could be in her birthday suit, and said "Well, John, you got what you wanted. You may leave now." The two others appeared to come out of a gaze, as they searched for any article of clothing.

"Actually," you began, "the contest says I am good for one sexual encounter. I only had sex with little Irene here. I've yet to cum inside any of you three."

"But you made out with me?"

"And you put your fingers in my... area?"

"And you stuck your dick in me?"

"All fine points, ladies. But that was just foreplay. We have the rest of the night to finish our encounters."

As Irene ran by, you slapped her on the ass, and suffered no refutation to this act by any of her relatives, still reeling from the events of the morning. "But first, I'm a little famished. What's for lunch?"