Soak in your surroundings as you wait.

Sitting back on one of their recliners, you banally examine their property for a bit. Pictures of the family lined the living room shelves, while generic decorative frames took up the walls. The DVD sets under the TV looks comprised of the usual TV shows and movies. A warm, slightly messy but overall lived-in feel permeates the vibe of the home.

You shake your head. Then, take another look around you.

With a mischievous thought, the DVDs are suddenly supplanted by risque underground films and adult porn vids, as well as a few JAVs. It was the kind of stuff the family has been watching for years, of course. Sure, a few raunchy images may crop up during dinner and whatnot, but that was no excuse for some invaluable family get-togethers.

Moving on, you gloss over the myriad of happy captures in time they have framed and turn the majority of them into lewd snapshots; one had Heather masturbating in her bed while her mom held her hand with a red-cheek-accompanying smile, despite being cropped just out of the picture. Another showed her mom bending over for the camera and presenting her ass through her tight trousers and smiling at her audience while watering a bed of flowers in the background. Yet another displayed what looked like was the whole family: Heather, her two brothers Devin and Cole and their sister Tasha, and her parents, each laughing, lined up next to each other for what would otherwise appear to be a traditional family photo, if it wasn't for the fact they were all fully stripped and naked. The women did seem to have their butts looking a little more prominently lit and in an overall curvier set of poses, too, though maybe it was just that you could see Heather's mom's bush in the open playing tricks on you. She is a pretty woman, and quite conservative if you remember correctly, so having that kind of view in this context was more than somewhat titillating.

All this visual provocation has you a little roused so you decide to get up for a smidge. Removing your feet from your step-mom's back, you tell her to stay. Crouching down, you squeeze her breasts very briefly. She smiles, and you give her a peck on the lips, then head to the fridge to get an ice cream sandwich. Before you close it, you grab a 1-gallon jug of water.

When you return, you set the 1-gallon in front of Cassandra. She gets the picture, and peels out of her bottoms, panties and pants alike. As you eat your ice cream sandwich, she pours the water over herself and washes her butt, pussy, and legs with the cold gallon of water silently in front of you, her hands rubbing and flapping against her skin as necessary. With an internal wish a towel suddenly appears below her. You snap your fingers. "Get dry," you command your step-mom. She subsequently complies by rubbing her butt and pussy against the towel, conjuring enough friction to properly dry her skin off, even concocting a kind of air-roll move that wouldn't look too foreign on a break-dance mat.

At that moment, you hear steps from behind you, as well as Heather's voice, alongside company.

"Don't you remember?"

"John, was it?"

"John Doe, he lives like 3 blocks away, they were at the Pattons' house party last spring..."

"Oh, the Doe's!" The voice pitched up in warm recollection. "How have they been?"

"See for yourself."