Tom and Taylor holding hands and giggling

You amble back from the bathroom, hearing young voices giggling as you approach the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Tom!" Taylor protests. "You try holding still when someone's ringing you like a ding-dang bell."

Tom laughs. "Well if I'm gotta have someone hip check me out of bed, it might as well be my favorite sister."

"Tom Jackson," Taylor says. "You better not let Mom you're playing favorites. Much less Madison. She'd scratch you raw."

When you look through the doorway, you see you had no reason to worry about an argument. Mary's young co-worker is sitting next to her brother at the table, holding his hand and leaning toward him.

Your wife is sitting on Tom's other side, playing with his cock. You feel a flush of heat and your own cock stiffens up. Tom hangs a nice one, not too big, not too small. Good for keeping Mary well-poked while you're away.

"Did you do Madison too?" Taylor says.

Tom looks guilty.

"You dog!" She giggles and slaps Tom's bare chest. "You better have made it good for her."

"She made me go down on her first," Tom says. "Grabbed my head and bucked like to bruise my lips when she got off."

"Hahaha good on her!" Taylor says. "I told her not to let a guy put it in her if he wouldn't eat her out. Good job Maddie!"

You step up behind Mary and put a hand on the back of her chair.

"Honeybear?" Her hand stops moving on Tom's cock.

"Don't stop on my account, sweetheart." You cup Mary's breast with your free hand and tweak her nipple.

"Oh, Brian, you have the Devil in you tonight."

Tom sighs as Mary's fingers squeeze down on his shaft. Taylor giggles.

"See how you like it," Tom says. He slides a hand under Taylor's top, a stretched out undershirt from your old clothes. Taylor squeaks as Tom pinches her nipple.

What's your next move?

• Tell Them (+Hot at +0, +1 if it includes Mary)
• Make them beg (same)
• Let them do what they like (no roll, you watch)