You fuck her ass.

No, just kidding. You bring the copies over.

As you come in the house, she tries to seduce you in a very blatant manner. You can see the rage and jealousy in your father's eyes, and the defeated look that almost instantly follows. He's broken. But what hurts him most is the absolute disdain you show for the poor sex-starved MILF. She talks, and talks, and drops in a few allusions about women and experience. You quickly mention that the girls in college seem to acquire experience very fast when you're around, never mentioning that they're also much younger. She doesn't seem to notice, but your father definitely does. You can see the anger flash through his eye, then he drops back into that hebetude that seems to have become his permanent state. What can he do? He is nothing but the impotent husband of an ageing nympho who doesn't even seem to feel attractive to the young stud in his living room.

As your brother walks in, you again are fascinated at the change, not only physical, but mental. He behaves like a slob, a lazy ass. Your brother used to be that energetic asshole always ready to punch any obstacle or person in his way, and it now looks like it's too hard for him to change. You notice stains on his pants and wonder if he might have masturbated and soiled himself earlier. Surely he wouldn't? Or maybe he would... You push the slightly disturbing thought away and come along to his room, playing the part of the helpful classmate to perfection. As you give him the last set, you make sure part of the pile drops to the floor, some of the papers getting on the dusty floor under his bed. As he fishes them out, you wonder why he stores so much crap under his bed. He answers that a lot of that are old boxes his mother stored there years ago when they redid her room and never bothered to pick up. You ask him if he knows what's inside. Tax filings? Old dresses? Maybe sex toys? The joke doesn't feel out of place in the mouth of the college stud you are, but you know well enough that you just planted an evil seed in his brain. Even if there was nothing in these boxes, he wouldn't be able to prevent imagining his mother using sex toys now... and you know what's in one of those boxes.