You finally check in for the reunion.

It took quite a lot of willpower, but you managed to control your lust for the two hours it took to drive to the hotel. Well, instead of "control your lust", you actually meant, "contented yourself with Loretta's enthusiastic road head". Appeasement is a form of control, right?

That said, you're ready to finally fuck all four of your girls on a nice, soft bed rather than on whatever surface able to withstand the **** of your fornication. You waste no time in checking into one of the hotel rooms reserved by Grandpa Doe, taking note of the statuesque blonde that hands you your room key, and the note she passes along with it. You'd definitely be tapping that later. Not that you actually knew what was on the note of course. Bit too distracted by her polo-restrained tits of course. They might even be bigger than Val's, but there's time to measure that later.

An elevator ride that was both too long to be a quick one and too short to provide an opportunity for some wholesome elevator play later and you're in your room, well-equipped for any debauchery with two movable queen beds. You don't started with any debauchery just yet, though. Instead, you take this time to just lie down on one of the beds and take this time to reflect. You were always one of those whom decide to reflect at inconvenient times.

Honestly, it's only now just hitting you that four girls ran away from their families just so that they could have your cock in them on a regular basis. You're out of your depth and you're unsure how to proceed from here. What are you going to do when their parents report them missing; Loretta's father isn't a complete idiot, he'd probably connect the dots by tomorrow morning at the latest.

You need help. You're just not sure on who you're supposed to go to. Your father would probably report you to the authorities after advising you to return the gals to their homes, and your various uncles, well you honestly don't want to think of what stupid solutions they'll come up. That leaves you with your female relatives, or your grandpa. Grandpa would surely be sympathetic to an extent. After all, Grandpa Doe was always very concerned about the continuation of the Doe family name what with him having had to single-handedly repopulate the Doe clan after a series of unfortunate events nearly wiped out his generation during the 40's and 50's, and you're about the only male in your generation that actually seems to be interested in procreation.

All that aside, there is a pressing situation demanding your immediate attention. To put it more clearly, there's someone knocking on your door and you're the only one available to answer, the others being engrossed in unpacking and cleaning themselves up. It was a very sweaty ride to get here after all. You get off the bed with a sigh and make your way over to the peephole and see your doom.