Retreat

You grab a piece of bacon and head out the door. Your clothes materialize in a simple jeans t-shirt ensemble. "Not going to stick around?" the smoke asks. "I mean your family is preaty hot."
"Alright, I do know they are hot. I just got one hell of an eyefull to prove it. But I need to get used to all of this before I consider banging members of my own family. So right now I'm..."