The invasion begins.

7:20am, June 10th, 2045

"Honey, we've got to do something about this chair." Richard gave an annoyed glance at the lawn chair in the corner of their room. It managed to worm its way into that position during a birthday party and remained there ever since.

"Can't you just move it somewhere useful?" Betty yelled out from the spacious master bathroom's shower.

"Well that's the problem. There's nowhere to put it. This house has reached maximum chair occupancy."

"Just throw it out then?"

"It's in perfectly fine condition, I can't waste it like that in good conscience." Richard narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin thoughtfully. A vexing conundrum indeed.

"Well, we can just offload it to a relative next time one of them visits." Betty stepped into the bedroom with nothing but a towel around her curvy body. Richard met her bright blue eyes and grinned. It really felt like a miracle that he got to marry a woman that looked so much like an angel. He grabbed her by her shapely bottom and pulled her close. He couldn't help but savor the feeling of her generous breasts squishing against his chest.

"Hey hey hey," she laughed and pulled away "we haven't even had breakfast yet."

He relented and allowed her to finish getting ready for the day. Fifteen minutes later they were in the kitchen with pancakes and coffee on the way. Richard glanced up from his phone to see his offspring shuffling down the stairs. He didn't want to think of his son Sam as a failure, but the boy was twenty years old and not even close to becoming a man. Sam was short and thin in stature with an androgynous face that couldn't grow facial hair if his life depended on it. He'd been a rather shy loner all his life, never making any close friends and he probably hadn't ever spoken to a girl that wasn't related to him. For the past couple of years he'd been a total shut-in. The only reason Richard hasn't tossed him out is that he'd never caused anyone any trouble.

Speaking of trouble however, there was his eighteen year old daughter, Emma. She had black hair from her father, blue eyes and a curvy body from her mother, and a bratty and abrasive personality from neither of them. She entered a rebellious phase about three years ago that's only gotten worse since. Richard had tried bargaining, intimidation, and appeasement, none of them reached the young lady who only got more spiteful over seemingly nothing.

"Morning sleepyheads, who wants some pancakes?" Betty greeted the pair in her usual fashion, and they responded in theirs.

"That sounds great Mom." Sam quickly slid into his seat.

"Hmph." Emma fell into the one next to Sam.

The breakfast proceeded with delicious pancakes and few words. They all paused and looked in the direction of the front door when a rapid series of knocks came from it.

"Who wants to bother us this early in the day?" asked Betty.

"I suppose there's only one way to find out." Richard rose from his chair and walked out of the kitchen, clearly unhappy with abandoning his pancakes. Soon enough he was balking at the culprit behind the knocking. Parked right in front of his house was a massive white and blue bus and standing right in front of him was a freckled ginger in a uniform barely more concealing than a bikini. Her pale skin was coated in what seemed to be globs of impossibly thick cum. She didn't seem to have any sense of shame or embarrassment over her appearance, and just unenthusiastically looked at a clipboard she held.

"Mr. Richard Hall?"

"Yes?"

"You sign up to host two refugees?"

Richard furrowed his brow. He was very much certain that he did no such thing, but then something came over him. It was like a full body massage, a milkshake, and one of Betty's blowjobs rolled up into one. He felt so peaceful and relaxed, and it was so clear to him what he had to do.

"Yes."

The redhead grinned.

"Sign here."