It’s your parents with your sister (duh)

You answer the door and you invite your family inside your modest “home”. You are not sure what you were expecting out there, but it’s just your boring family; your father Mark, 56, a big man with a big belly, a spitting image of yourself but with grey hair enter your apartment first. Then you mother, Lucy, 55, a small and pretty blond woman follows your dad (she used to be way fatter but lost a lot of weight in the last couple years). Then Eve, your younger sister at 25, comes in. She’s a redhead beauty. She’s tall, just like you and your dad and she has a tomboy attitude that clash with her model level beauty.

You observe that your sister have a pretty rotund belly now so you can easily guess what’s the “big news” will be. So, finally, after several years of trying with her husband and a few but very onerous fertility treatments, your sister will be a mother (and you will be an uncle)! But for the moment you deem more respectful to play the game and say nothing. She will announce it soon enough.

“Oh hello mom, dad, Eve. I’m so glad to see you! Come and go sit at the table, I will take your suitcases to my room. Make yourselves comfortable and if you want something to drink, there’s plenty of stuff in the fridge.”

You take the baggage and put it on your bed and then you exchange pleasantries for a couple minutes.

BANG BANG BANG ITS THE DOOR OPEN ME (Again)

You go to your door to see who it is (you have no idea because you don’t expect anyone else). You see a blonde bombshell holding several pizzas. You cannot see her tits with all that melted cheese and pepperoni she’s holding but you can guess they are massive. She’s looking very young, 18-19, 20 max.

“Yes, can I help you?” You inquired, trying not to stare at her body.

“What? I’m here to deliver your pizzas. Your address is 999 Westmount Street, isn’t it?

“Yes but I... I”

“AH FUCK, NOT AGAIN! You better not tell me that I have to return these 3 medium pizzas; my boss is going to kill me. Fucking prank calls, I’m going to find and kill the little piece of shit who does it!” She replied, angrily.

You don’t remember ordering pizzas. Strange. But possible. You were so out of it when you arrived from work (fucking glowing rock in your eye). Maybe you suffered a small memory lapse from the impact (a small concussion)? Yeah, that must be it you convince yourself.

“Miss, I’m sorry, what I was going to say is, please come in I don’t have my wallet on me!” You decided to take the pizzas. With you sleeping, you had no time to prepare something to eat anyway.

“Oh, ok. You scared me right there. Sorry for the yelling. It’s just that it happens so often lately.”

The pizza lady comes in. You go in your room to get your wallet. It takes you a couple of minutes to find it; you had forgotten to take it out of your old pants in your bag of dirty clothes.

You expect to come back to an annoyed pizza lady. But instead, you find her seated at the table, talking with your family like old chums.

“...wow Pam, we had so much fun that time, thanks for making us remember the good old times” said your Dad, with your mom and your sister agreeing.

“Well there’s no reason we can’t do it again very soon Mark” she winked at your father. (What the hell?)

“What are you talking about? Do we know this young lady?” you said, your voice trembling.

“Very funny bro.” Your sister said. “I must say it’s a nice surprise. I’m always happy to see Pamela”

Your family then continue to talk with this “Pamela” a little longer, ignoring you, reminiscing events that you have absolutely no recollection. It’s very strange. Your guts tell you to run away but you don’t know why, there’s nothing dangerous here. You just want this strange girl to take your money and leave.

Your face must have been very telling because you heard the stranger say:

“You really don’t remember me Keith? I don’t blame you, it was a long time ago, but still I’m kind of hurt” Pamela said.

She looks at you intently and then says:

“Don’t you remember...