Home and getting ready for school

You arrive home and everything seems the same to you. House layout is the same, rooms seem to have the same markings (your room has some black and blue painting, your sister has a pink bow and your mom’s has a picture of your late father) oh... you found the first difference, the picture of your father used to be the one of him in his military dress uniform but now it seems to be a picture of him and your mom at some kind of party. It worked! You start looking around for other stuff that has changed and slowly start to realize that you kind of already knew each new thing, the way your fridge is laid out, the cars your family has (they are a little nicer than before so that seems to have worked, maybe not as well as you hoped) and as you get into your room you notice your clothes are much nicer... but you still have a basketball uniform so eh.

You check your phone messages and notice that you have quite a few text conversations with girls from your school, most just seem flirty and you have a few risky pictures (mostly of girls damp panties, kind of strange but not unwelcome) though you seem to have cut all those conversations off right after that, sometimes not even responding just blocking them. You want to do a deep dive into your search history but you hear your mom yelling for you, realizing the time you jump into your basketball uniform (because it is quicker than digging through your new clothes to find something that looks good) and head down stairs.

Your mother is a tall woman with long dark hair, she has just massive breasts and hips that make the fact that she has twins unsurprising but you try your best not to think to hard about that (or how it affects your personal taste in women) but as you get downstairs and she is wearing a robe that barely covers her pussy and doesn’t really cover her breasts completely you find it hard not to look. She smirks and rolls her eyes at you as you blush walking right up to you and giving you a big hug “Oh Donny what am I going to do with you?” she pats your hair as your are engulfed in her bosom, head turned so you can see and can almost lick her nipples as your sister Erika comes up behind you and gooses you, shoving her middle finger into your asshole so hard your embarrassing erection pushes hard into your mother’s belly making both of the beautiful women laugh at you.

Your sister looks a lot different than you remember as you blushingly sit at the table, your mother setting breakfast in front of you knowing exactly why you don’t want to get it yourself. She has red hair like yours (your father had blonde hair and apparently if they had more kids you would have all had the same for some reason that your bio teacher gave you an F instead of explaining properly) but her hair is much longer than yours, cascading down her back and framing her super trim waist and ample ass. Like your mom she is pretty busty too but your mom has two kids. The part that surprises you though is the shaved sides that make the long mane look even more impressive and the huge glasses, before she had a very conservative haircut and wouldn't even admit she owned glasses. The tight “got milk” T Shirt and skinny jeans would have gotten dresscoded before so your are pretty excited to get to school.