Help the man.

“I, ah… I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong arrival group. This is for first-time visitors to Sexworld. Maybe the next one?” Adam replied halfheartedly, his brain still processing the sheer volume of debauchery exploding around him.

“Hmm? Oh, I think you’re right,” the man reached down, shuffling through a brown leather dufflebag before pulling out a ticket. His eyes scanned it’s contents before looking up at Adam with a warm, fatherly smile, “Thanks for the help.”

“No problem,” he replied, still a little uneasy - but gradually adjusting to - the casual sluttiness of Sexworld. This was surreal. His eyes glazed over the endless masses of hot flesh: Fucking, sucking, cumming. Nothing on the internet could have prepared him for the culture shock. The smell of sweat intermingled with cheap airport fragrance filled his nostrils. His skin felt a little sticky due to the humidity, but was mostly staved off thanks to the IG installing numerous air conditioners and dehumidifiers.

As if the man could read Adam’s inner monologue, he craned his neck down at the Prudeworlder, “Don’t worry, son, you’ll get used to it.”

“Yeeeahhh…” Adam responded airily, “Does this happen often?”

The man nodded, “Mhm, especially at-”

“Daddy!” a high-pitched cry rang aloud.

Looking behind him, a new batch of men and women poured out of the exit bridge. Adam didn’t recognize any of them. The next round of visitors, perhaps? But something felt _distinct _about these people. This new batch donned far less clothes compared to his arrival group; skimpy by Prudeworld standards, albeit conservative by your average Sexworlder.

“Thank God, I’m back,” a man, early 20s, sporting a tank top and beige cargo shorts, began unbuttoning himself before throwing off his top into a nearby garbage bin. An unattended to erection shot out the fabric of his cargo shorts, bobbing freely as god intended. It took a fraction of a second before a black girl in the middle of discarding a cheap business suit leapt at the opportunity. Throwing herself on her knees, she ravenously enveloped his cock in one fell swoop.

Yep. Sexworlders.

Out of the crowd sprang a newcomer. Late teens, possibly 20. Her face was adorn with soft, delicate freckles which accentuated her beautiful green eyes. Her skin was pale, with wavy red hair which danced in the air as she ran toward the two. Wearing a white t-shirt and booty jorts, her flat tits and tiny ass gave the impression she was a late bloomer. On the surface, she kinda reminded Adam of a college girl tearing up Cancun or Vegas.

“Hey pumpkin,” the man grinned at the red head, arms extended outward.

Without warning, the girl leapt into the man’s embrace. Adam observed quietly as their lips passionately locked together. It reminded him of two newlywed couples on their honeymoon. The red head began cooing in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut, experiencing the wonderful sensation to it’s fullest. To show her appreciation, her hand began snaking down; dainty fingers softly gripping the man’s rock hard shaft, stroking him slowly.

Adam pursed his lips, sheepishly smiling at the two, “Wow, she, ah- your girlfriend really loves you.”

Mid-kiss, the two abruptly ended their make-out session and smiled in unison.

The man slightly arched his head in Adam’s direction, idly caressing the girl’s lower back, “That’s my daughter.”

“Oh. You mean? Like-”

He simply nodded, “Yep. Biological.”

Oh. Oh that’s so gross. It took Adam a few loooong seconds to wrap his mind around the man’s words. He looked like a zombie staring out into space, his brows creased as if registering a foreign language.

Only to be cut off by a burst of laughter.

“Welcome to Sexworld, son. You’re one of us now.” Adam felt the man’s arm wrap around his shoulder like a good friend he hasn’t seen in a while. It caught Mr. Sinclair a little off guard, as he apprehensively froze in place.

“This is how all parents bond with their kids. Moms, dads, brothers, sisters…” He droned on and on in a matter of factly tone.

Adam didn’t bother paying attention. He was too polite to eject out of the conversation prematurely, but managed to catch a few interesting tidbits of information. As the man side tracked into his personal life, he recalled him mentioning “annual family reunion fuck fests” and proudly boasting how his nephew can blow his load six feet into the air. Weird, yet interesting indeed.

“... oh, and extended family, too. You know, Haley's Aunt Sarah loves getting eaten out first thing in the morning, she…”

The man’s voice was a blur. But what really affixed Adam’s attention was the hungry, animalistic gaze the red head projected at him during her dad’s uninterrupted monologuing. It was hot, yet a little scary. Like a woman possessed. She seductively bit her lower lip, thumb encircling her dad’s engorged cock head.

“So, whose your new friend, daddy?” She interjected, eyes still trained on the newcomer. Her voice was soft, a bit ‘cutesy’ for someone her age.

“Him? Oh a recent arrival. Just popped in a few minutes ago. Decided to help me look for you.”

“Aww, what a gentleman.” She cooed sweetly, before Adam abruptly felt a soft, pressurized sensation slide up and down his groin. It caused him to shutter from surprise. “Oh…” he looked down, only to find the girl’s hand unexpectedly kneading his flaccid cock through the trousers’ fabric. “… Thanks.” He shyly muttered, chest slowly heaving in and out. This was fast. Too fast. But… god damn, was she an expert with her fingers.

He felt his cock slowly inch up in size, much to the excitement of the girl, “I like him, daddy!”

“He’s from the other world, pumpkin.” The dad gave a hearty, playful laugh, “Let him adjust first.”

She gave an all too adorable, all too innocent grin that met her father, “I know.”

He shrugged, turning his attention toward Adam, “Whelp, you know how young women can get. It’s your decision, son.” Crossing his arms, he offered that same ever present paternal smile at the Prudeworlder, “Buuuuuut I personally think this is an excellent opportunity for you to adjust to our culture. So, what will it be?”