Two cabins, two girls, and too much for Justin to handle

Justin woke up with a damp crotch and something stuck to his face. Luckily for him, the two weren't related.

Groaning and pulling himself upright, he reached up to his mouth... And found it covered by a plastic cup. His seat's oxygen mask was hanging from the ceiling, and as he tried to pull it away, the elastic thwacked against his cheek.

"...Guh..." Reconsidering, Justin took a few deep breaths of the oxygen. It helped wake him up a little, allowing the delirious boy to blink the sleep from his eyes and look around the compartment.

Emergency mask aside, everything seemed to be fine. The plane was darker, now, but Justin could tell that his mother was still in her seat--Fast asleep, with a half-empty cup of red wine on her tray table.

His sisters, on the other hand, were missing... And when he looked around for them, he caught sight of a bright, pulsing light that was escaping from under the curtain at the end of the compartment. There was also the faint hum of music, deep and bassy.

Staggering to his feet, Justin finally succeeded in yanking the oxygen mask off his face. Did someone put that on me? Like... To help wake me up, or make sure I didn't fucking DIE, or something?

Certainly, staying awake without it was a little harder... But Justin had ****. He couldn't find his sisters while he was tethered to his seat. Stumbling towards the pulsing lights, he peeked through the curtain separating his compartment from the flight attendant area.

Through the tiny slit, he saw a countertop littered with several small, plastic objects. There was another oxygen mask, a few small bottles labeled "Personal Lubricant." His eyes glossed right over those, however, because the furthest few items were a little more surprising:

A dildo.

A second, much bigger dildo.

Four butt plugs, of various sizes and shapes.

A pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

A third, even fucking bigger dildo, this one jet-black and double-sided. It was well over two feet long, one of its ends flopping off the side of the counter.

I... Holy shit, I shouldn't be looking in here, Justin thought, before shaking the doubt away: something strange was going on, and he had to get to the bottom of it. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the curtain aside and slipped through.

As he entered the corridor, he noticed that every inch of wall and ceiling that wasn't covered with storage compartments was lined with noise-dampening padding. As a result, the further he crept from the passenger area, the louder the music got.

The beat was becoming clearer, now, as he approached the curtain on the far side of the attendant's area. There was another passenger compartment up ahead... Though judging by the music and lights, it was more like a flying nightclub.

A sick feeling rising in his stomach, Justin decided against entering that area. Crouching down, he looked beneath the curtain instead.

He couldn't make out much, but there was a pair of bare feet... No, two pairs... With tattooed ankles. Justin's eyes went wide as he recognized his sisters' matching infinity symbols, zigzagging to and fro as the girls danced.

Their feet were facing one another, and he could hear giggling... Maybe even a faint moan... Followed by few lower chuckles.

After a few moments of swaying and giggling, two familiar shirts hit the floor at the same time. Holy shit. They're... Those are... They're topless? What the FUCK--

Justin's blood was already running cold, but his terror grew deeper as another set of feet suddenly obscured his view. A pair of blue high heels was just inches from the curtain... Pivoting... Facing him.

With a snap the curtain was yanked aside, and Justin fell back onto the floor. Looking up, he saw a smiling, carefully-neutral face--Nearly identical to that of the woman he was yelling at, barely an hour earlier.

Jumping back up, Justin tried to look past the woman... But between her body and the curtain, he couldn't get even a glimpse of the room beyond. Her hand must've "slipped," however, letting the curtain fall away just a little... And giving Justin a look at what his sisters were up to.

The walls of the luxury compartment were lined with chairs, while the middle of the room was clear. Every single one of the football players were reclining, relaxing, sipping on drinks... All while watching the show of a lifetime.

Ava and Shelby were indeed dancing--And were indeed topless. Dressed only in their booty shorts, the girls pressed their bare chests together and hung onto each others' waists, gyrating to the music.

The players were looking at them with hungry eyes--And massive bulges in their pants. As Justin watched in horror, one of them even started rubbing his crotch...

...But his eyes were drawn away as his sisters began moving even closer together. It almost looked as though they were about to kiss--

SNAP. The flight attendant stepped forward, and the curtain closed behind her.

"Can I help you, um..." She looked Justin up and down, and her lip twitched slightly. "...Sir?"

As she talked, Justin thought he heard a few wet noises... And then he definitely heard a cheer ring out.

"I... I, uh..." Justin cleared his throat. "...B-bathroom? I mean, where's the..."

"Right this way." The flight attendant rushed past him, clearly in a hurry to finish helping him and get back to... Whatever she was doing.

She didn't have far to go: she showed Justin into the flight attendants' restroom, ushered him inside, anslammed the door shut.

"Jesus... Get it together," Justin muttered, splashing some water in his face.

He tried not to imagine what was going on behind that curtain... But he didn't have much success. The image of his sisters leaning in to kiss was burned into his mind--As was the image of that huge, hung man, openly massaging his crotch.

"Just a few more hours, and we'll be home." He stared down his own reflection. "You can do this."

Stepping out of the bathroom, he stopped dead when he saw what was there... Or rather, what wasn't there. All of the items he saw on the counter before were gone: the lube, the buttplugs, and the dildos.

Justin took a step towards the luxury area, but the flight attendant was standing in front of the curtain. "Can I help you..." Again, she paused before finishing the sentence almost reluctantly: "...Sir?"

"Um, I... N-no, I... I'm fine." Defeated, Justin wandered back to his seat.

His mother was still snoring softly, so with a heavy sigh he settled in to try and get some rest himself... But sleep just wouldn't come. No matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn't get comfortable in the firm airline seat. As he sat there, barely-reclined, stiff-limbed, and still obsessively thinking of what his sisters were up to just a short distance away, it felt like hours passed in the dark cabin.

Eventually, he gave up and pulled out his phone--Only to realize that it had only been about ten minutes.

I can't do this. Filled with determination, Justin unbuckled his seatbelt. I have to find out what's going on.