Sets the seen.

Britney remains silent for a while. Besides a brief time looking at each of the still-covered female bodies in front of you. Looking at their heads instead of the effect their bodies are each having on yours, you notice they are each glancing at the other. You decide it is time you added to the conversation.

“Please, Britney?!” you add, trying not to sound like a beggar. “She’s right about none of us truly being related. And the timing would be perfect, considering I had a dream about you and me this morning!!”

This seems to grab Britney’s attention, as she turns her head to look deeply into your eyes.

“Really?!” she asks, leaning-in close to you as though trying to gauge your honestly. “That seems a bit demented.”

“I would agree if it were the usual sexual relations,” you tell her. “But… We were going at it doggy-style.”

“Oh!” she replies, leaning away again just as quickly. “I suppose doing THAT would be okay!”

You briefly wonder what caused the rapid change in opinion, until she speaks again.

“Mom,” she adds, turning back to Christine. “Would you maybe want to cover the floor of the tub, and be in charge of ‘ball control’?!”