Trying to hold it together.

Illyana felt her already wet pussy clench as she saw her cousin walk closer. This wasn't fair, he'd been cute before she left but now... He was just giving her the sweetest, welcoming smile ever and it was making her weak in the knees. She felt a raw heat begin to build inside herself, one she had been so good at keeping suppressed after leaving her mother's house. She could keep it together though. She'd gotten through worse.

Illyana stood up from her seat, smoothing her skirt down as she got up, totally not check that she hadn't started soaking through it already. She opened her arms to give Max a hug as she did her best to suppress the growing heat crawling up her spine. She could do this.

Max looked so happy to see her, and here she was, gushing like she'd been playing with herself for hours. She could keep her composure, she was his big cousin after all.

"It's been way too long! I missed you Illya." Max said as he brought his arms around his shorter big cousin. She seemed pretty tense as he lifted her into a big, joyful hug, slowly feeling her relax a little as he felt his curvy cousin melt into the hug a little before he let her down.

What he didn't notice with his thick head, was how he'd nearly broken his cousin's will with just a hug.

She had been doing fine, until his arms wrapped around her. He felt so... hot. Like the fire in her was brushing up against an inferno. He was just... perfect. Warm, thick, strong arms that didn't pull too hard against her as she pressed up against him. His tight hug, mashing her chest was making her nipples sing a fiery song that ached for more. Something about his scent... it was addictive. She melted against this... man as her mind raced. It was like inhaling raw need. She needed to feel him more. His arms, his chest, his-

Then she was back on the ground, her face fully flushed as she felt that mountainous pyre of masculinity pull back. Her legs nearly gave out for a moment before she started collecting herself. She felt her mother's smoldering eyes on her as she reigned herself back in. She was back home, surrounded by her family and some new women. With Bruce. Oh shit!

Bruce was lost. Incredibly lost. This was supposed to be Max? The same kid from the photo? That kid had looked like he'd been beat within an inch of his life with an ugly stick, and been given a sexy make-a-wish in that photo.

Bruce's mind whirled through a kaleidoscope of different ideas trying to explain this man standing before him. Was this a different Max? Maybe one of her cousins was dating a guy who just so happened to share the same name? Not likely, he seemed way too familiar with his little Yana.
Did he get some sort of full body plastic surgery done? Maybe they did that out of the west coast, but this guy didn't seem like the Hollywood type.
Considering the average looks of the room, maybe they all just got hit with a very late, insanely strong puberty? Maybe, that seems to be the most likely so far.

"This is Bruce, everyone!" Illyana said as she introduced him to everyone again, all at once.

Bruce kept himself on autopilot as he started getting another round of introductions to everyone. Apparently, his future-in-laws were very friendly with the neighbors, and he could see why.

Either way, he needed a game plan, sudden appearance of possible competition or not. If Max had turned out to be just another scrawny nerd who spent all his time glued to a computer screen or game console, Bruce would have had free reign to get into some panties. But now... He was going to have to be cautious. Max looked like he could do some serious damage if he got caught.

This wasn't the first time he'd had the odds against him, and he wasn't going to give up yet. He was going to have to first pick one of the family to try and bed first. Get them nice and liquored up, bang the half conscious bitch, and then guilt trip her hard for 'betraying her sister/cousin/niece.' Then he'd have a nice little pawn to use, pump for info 'so he can make amends', aka: get into more pussy.

Only aiming at family meant the latinas, blondes, the middle eastern chick, and the two short ones were off the list, at least for now. He could come back to them later. That left little Yana's mom, sisters, cousins, and aunt.

His future mother-in-law is hot as all hell, a full out red-headed milf, but already knocked up. That round belly was gross, so Bruce went to the next one.

Yana's big sister wasn't home, so he skipped down to her two little sisters.

First, Iris, a tight little one with perky little tits and and cute, near elfin face. A face that was still giving him that small little smile that sent a scared shiver down his spine somehow. Weird was fine, weird tended to mean crazy, and crazy tended to be crazy in the sack. This though, Bruce didn't think he'd make much headroom at all, and moved on.

His only other option for his little Yana's sisters was Ivy. The girl looked like a younger version of Yana, and he could work with that. Nice big tits, cute face, and seemed nice and energetic, and had information on apparently everyone. She'd do nicely, but she seemed to already be heading upstairs with the shorter latina on her phone, who apparently really did have a glorious ass. He'd have to try to work on her later.

He missed the cruel smile on the latina's face as she went upstairs.

Now for the Aunt and cousins. Yana's aunt Brittney was a delicious light brunette milf. If he didn't know any better, he wouldn't have known she had kids with her toned midriff. She seemed generally happy and chatting with his very pregnant mother-in-law, lightly feeling the redhead's belly as maybe the baby kicked? Doesn't matter, Bruce could use that, especially if he could play up a little baby fever in the milf, make her envious of her sister's pregnant belly. Then make her reminisce about feeling younger, and then swoop in, as a 'nice younger man.' It'd worked before.

The last option was the twins. Bruce was hesitant to pursue them right off the bat. The two were absolutely gorgeous, but they were the most likely to be guarded against him. Twins usually were extra guarded in his experience, too used to too many idiots making twin jokes, innuendos, and double entendres, especially ones that looked this good. No need to try and wade into unnecessary landmines right off. Get one or maybe two other sluts under his dick first, then use them to get info on how to get into the twins' panties.

Once Bruce had set himself up enough with the family, he could move onto the extended peanut gallery. The tall latina would be nice, if only she wasn't so scarred. If he was hard up for a little, he'd try with her since scarred sluts were always grateful for a man like his' attention. The blondes next door were downright drool worthy, so he was eager to get them as soon as he could. That short little milf with the massive, definitely fake, tits would probably end up falling onto his dick at some point. Bimbos like that were easy to get into. The rest he didn't really care about. Maybe if he felt like mixing it up a bit by then, he'd fuck that middle eastern chick, it was always nice to paint some dusky skin with his white cum.

First thing's first though, figuring out this Max. Once Bruce knew who Max was fucking, he would know who to watch. Once Max and his little slut scurry away, he'd be free to play with either his mom or cousin Ivy, whichever was most opportune. This wasn't the hardest setup Bruce had ever run into, there was just one other cock in the house, and it was related to around half of the pussy in there. Bruce was sure he was going to have a lot of fun here.

Allison watched the young moron float through the conversations. She could almost see the cogs turning in the tool's head as he figured out his 'plan of attack.' Idiots like this were incredibly predictable. The fact that he hadn't even noticed his 'beloved future bride' nearly cumming her brains out from just hugging her cousin was proof of that. This idiot had either a thicker head than Max (which would be impressive), a massive well of self-delusion, and/or had never actually pleasured her baby girl. Therefore, he never knew what a satisfied Skye woman looked like.

She'd already sent Ivy and that delicious Maria to set up some tracking programs on the moron. He hadn't even noticed any of the bigger camera lenses around the room, just checking out her women out of the corners of his eyes, like no one would notice that.

While she hadn't expected expected Illyana to come back home quite yet, she was always welcome home. The moronic little hanger on, he seemed a little too happy and informed, seeming to be confirming names to faces he already knew, looking down at chests and butts with his peripherals instead of faces once he made the connection. Plotting his little plans as he nodded through conversations with a charming smile on his face.

Someone had sent this little rodent into her house.

Alison didn't know who, but that was a question for later.

For now, freeing her baby girl from this little roach was far more pressing. He wasn't a threat to anything, she'd seen how Illyana reacted to Max. The fact she hadn't actually cum in his arms was a testament to her willpower.

With that much power flowing through her, even she herself would have had a hard time walking it back down.