Watch some TV

You might have the power of reality bending at your disposal to get your rocks off (and do anything else you could ever want, if you ever happen to do so), but old habits die hard. Your lazy ass spent hours in front of the TV in the old world, and unfortunately for the women of this Universe, little about you nature besides your newly acquired god-like powers has changed. So why not spend some quality time on the couch here too?

After a few minutes of idly looking into the ceiling and casually stroking your semi-erect cock, you finally get up and walk out into the hallway, not bothering to put any clothes on, kicking away your semen-stained blanket and dodging discarded napkins you dumped on the floor. You'll certainly never need those again. Maybe you should get Claire to clean those up at some point.

Yawning and stretching your pale, emaciated body in the mirror, you grin, satisfied with the girthy meathammer emerging from the unshaven mess of pubes at your base. Despite the rest of your body looking like you just came out of a concentration camp, the hog between your legs certainly looks like it could do some serious damage. You didn't bother to wash yourself yesterday, and so you find some leftover semen, lipstick and god-knows-what from the holes of your ravaged cocksleeves from yesterday drying along the veiny length of your uncut cock. You don't mind particularly, but the smell is a bit noticeable at this point. Maybe you should get one of the girls to clean it.

As you make your way downstairs, you find Rachel and Mel still sleeping in their rooms. It must be the weekend. Usually you never got up so early, exhausted after playing vidya and jerking off in your dark cave deep into the night. It seems that after recharging your batteries following your sexual escapades yesterday, you became a bit of an early bird and have some more energy, feeling less like a zombie who just crawled out of his lair.

Your younger sister locked her door, but your carefully pry it open, finding her angelic face illuminated by the first rays of sunlight coming into her pink, girly room. Her blanket only covers her lower body, so you're treated to the sight of her cute perky tits covered by nothing but a comfy shirt. Your cock twitches and leaves a trail of pre-cum on her door before you move on.

Mel seems to have left her door open - your older Sis was always a lot less squeamish about leaving with her perverted dolt of a brother, it seemed. You find her laying on her belly, face mashed into her pillow. Although her most alluring feature - the pair of huge fuckpuppies on her chest - is currently squashed underneath her, the fact that her heart-shaped ass is pointed right at you in nothing but a black thong that ends up being swallowed by her folds gives you enough to enjoy. You make a mental note to visit her later - she usually sleeps in on the weekends anyway.

The shower right before the stairway down seems to be running. Your bitch stepmom was always working on the weekends, her job being "important" and all that stupid jazz that had you roll your eyes before she started another round of educational babbling in a forlorn attempt to do something with your life. You used to feel bothered, but not anymore. Peeking inside, you find Claire's fuckable, ripe MILF bod squirming under a stream of hot water. Now you are free to get your rocks off and chill, which is all you ever wanted. Taking in the sight of her tight ass and huge melons, you give yourself a few strokes. In a stroke of petty ****, you grab the lacy panties draped over the washing machine nearby and take them with you. Let's see the self-important skank take them from you, you whistle to yourself as you make your way down into the living room.

Grabbing a pre-packaged sandwich from the amply stocked fridge and rounding it off with a can of unhealthy energy drink - your usual morning meal - you plop you ass down in front of the TV. The screen feels bigger than you remembered. The remote seems to have a few additional buttons too, but thankfully the big red one still seems to be there, so you don't spend too much time figuring it out before you manage to turn it on. You grab a bite and lean back.