Some adjustments

Aiden felt bad about himself. After his connection with his sister, he spent all day trying to get in contact with his girlfriend, Emma. He wanted to hear her voice, but she wasn't answering. Instead, all he got was a few texts. She'd come over tomorrow; she didn't have to work Sundays. He was starting to regret not having a summer job. At least if he had something like that, he could take his mind off of what had happened this morning. He had gotten off, and not by his own hands, nor by Emma's efforts. His sister had gotten him off. That was cheating, and also, ****. That was fucked up.

It also was the single hardest, best orgasm that he had ever had.

He tried to take his mind off of it, and think of something, anything, else for the rest of the day. He played video games, but even just the simulated asses of the character made him think about sex. He tried putting something on TV and watching that. Anything for HBO was too loaded with tits for him to not think about sex. Sex, sex, sex. He tried to turn to a educational channel on Youtube. Surely, surely, he could avoid thoughts of a sexual nature by some nerd explaining math concepts. He might as well review what he learned in linear algebra. (God, that class was hard).

Except he didn't realize how tired he was from waking so early. He was a college student; he was used to sleeping in. So, once he got his head clear of stupid sexy thoughts and tried to focus on dry, technical language, he drifted off to sleep post haste. The math video got turned into math class in his dreams, and suddenly he was in that porno his sister showed him. A redheaded MILF in a half-assed classroom set. She didn't look like a teacher he ever had, not with those huge fake she had. He dreamt that she mounted him and started riding him, ostensibly to teach him a lesson in oscillations.

He shook himself awake. He realized there was someone else in his bedroom. "Melissa?" He grumbled, half-awake.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him, putting his bedroom lights on dim, "I don't know about you, but I am out-of-my-mind horny from what we did this morning."

"What? Melissa, what?" he said, sitting straight up in his bed.

"I've been in my room, just playing with myself, thinking about what we did, Aiden," his older sister said, "I think I realized that I need to be a nasty slut."

"What?"

"You heard me, Aiden," his sister purred, "I need to be a nasty slut, and I think you need a nasty slut." She slowly walked over to her little brother, one leg in front of the other. She knelt down in front of him. He tried to summon the words to say no. He tried to think of Emma. He tried to not fuck his sister.

He failed.

Even after her shower, Collin could tell that his wife was not exactly pleased with him. He tried to explain that he didn't want to dump the yogurt on her, but that Danny had told him to. Danny was taking a lot of liberties in their household, why shouldn't he do something to Illeana? Illeana was not impressed with Collin's answer. She had stomped off to Kayla's room. Or rather, Kayla and Danny's room.

Collin tried to read his book, and get ready for bed. He had a history of the Civil War that he was reading.

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Illeana tried to explain to Danny that she wouldn't put up with sort of childish nonsense in her house. But he snapped his fingers twice, and suddenly, she could not take her eyes off her step-daughter's panties. She should have probably objected to Kayla just sitting in her room wearing nothing but her bra and panties; they had bought her a new set of pajamas for Christmas last year, and she shouldn't be wearing something so revealing around her boyfriend. Even with all the weirdness that was swirling around the two of them recently.

But, no, now, she was just intensely interested in her step-daughter's panties. She had washed them before, of course, but, now that she thought about she never really appreciated them before. Never sniffed them. She bet they would smell so good. Her mouth was watering. She bet her step-daughter would taste so good. She never really thought of herself as having any lesbian tendencies, but that seemed wrong. She needed to eat Kayla's sweet 19 year old pussy.

Victoria laughed at her when she got on her knees. Victoria was here too, also in her bra and panties, Illeana realized. That was fine. Good even. She'd play with Victoria's snatch as well. She really wanted a pair of long legs to wrap around her head and drive someone wild with pleasure. They scooted next each other on Kayla's bed, their legs interlacing. Illeana dove in and sniffed. She breathed in the scent of Kayla's panties. Her right hand went to Victoria's silky white panties and stroked what lay beneath.

She rubbed her face and her nose against her stepdaughter, and then moved her panties to the side with her left hand. She pinned her step-daugher down who began to squeal and buck as Illeana tasted her. She started shifting back and forth between Kayla and Victoria. They had clasped their hands together, their long blonde manes were intermingled. This was their closest bonding experiences as sisters yet.

Danny snapped his finger twice, and she found herself arching her back, presenting her ass and pussy to the androgynous little man. He ran a hand over her ass, as he pulled her pajama pants down. His hands were surprisingly dainty and soft. Especially when his pito was so big and hard and insistent. He pushed himself in, and she moaned into Victoria's kitty. She may have some newly-discovered lesbian tendencies but she still loved a big, hard dick when she could get it.

Danny began to push and pull himself, back and forth, back and forth. Her feast on the two giggling girls before her became less focused, and more frenzied.

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"Wow, you must have had a long discussion with Danny," Collin said. He was nearly done with his book. His wife looked tired, like she had worked up a sweat. He must have lost track of the time. "Feel better? Do you think you got through to him?"

"I'm not sure," she said, yawning. It did seem like she was in a better mood than she was before. She snuggled up and draped herself onto his side. He reached over to his nightstand and turned off the lights.

"Y'know, I was thinking, I probably should call and see if Kaitlin can come up here. See if she can act as mediator between us and Danny and Kayla," Collin said, referring to his psychologist sister.

"If you think that'll work, then, yes, I think you should," Illeana said, wondering what her sister-in-law's panties would look like.