None - you run away

You slam the door of your room and throw yourself on the bed, burying your face under the pillow. You've left them quite dumbfounded as you jumped in your mom's SUV and drove away, leaving them at the parking of the Mall while you steered to home in a panicking frenzy. Here, your agitation slowly gives space to clarity.

Oh God, what has gotten into you? You've lost your head, you reacted like a madman! What if someone has seen you? How could have you abandoned your family like this?

...Except that they aren't your family, they are three clones of you, acting as your mother and your sisters, plus three others possessing some hotties that you were supposed to date!

This was too much, simply too much, and so you snapped.

After a while that you are hyperventilating over the mattress, you hear the main door opening and some steps coming from downstairs. You pretend not to have noticed, hoping in doing so to relegate it to your imagination.

"Please, go away! Please, go away!".

Someone gets upstairs, and is now moving toward your room.

"Go away! I don't want to see anybody!".

KNOCK KNOCK

-Tom? Are you in there?-.

It's your mom. Of course it's her.

-May I enter?-.

"Why wouldn't you?" You think bitterly.

"This is your room, after all!".

As if reading your thought, she opens the door; you, however, are giving her your back.

-Are you ok?-.

You don't answer. She'll get the message and exit. Instead, you hear a chair being dragged, and a body falling heavily on it.

Out of curiosity, you pop up your face. Your mother is sitting at your desk, her plump rear being enhanced by her curled back, and she's holding her forehead with a hand and the elbow planted on the wood. She seems thoughtful and distraught, and you feel a pinch in your heart at seeing her in this state.

-Mom?- You call her, even if it's not really your mom.

-I'm sorry sweetie, I've messed it up.- She says, a broken sadness clouding her tone. You, indeed, frown: she is the one who has messed up?

-I was trying... I really was trying to make you happy! To make you see...- Her words fade as she looks up at you. Her eyes are lucid and reddened, sincere sorrow disfigured her traits, and you really can't stand to see your loving mother like this.

"Not my mother!" You recall.

"She's not...".

-But I really hurried up too much. I said I wanted us to spend a pleasant afternoon at the mall, and instead I got you in an ambush! I'm so, so sorry!-.

Your mouth is dry and you tighten your lips. This is not what you expected, at all, and if it's a trick she's a damn good actress.

-But why? Why have you done... that?- You eventually ask, addressing as "that" you don't even know what exactly: maybe the girlfriend's stuff, or maybe the entire story from the beginning.

-Because...!- She hesitates, her pupils trembling in despair: -Because I wanted to fulfill our dreams! To give you what you've always wanted, that's the only reason for my actions! But I got so... so ****, Tom! By this body, by the sex, by... by you! And I forgot that if for me it was just weird, for you it's... it's flooring.-.

Flooring. Yes, flooring. Unsetting; impossible; awkward. Incredible.

Amazing.

She looks straight into your eyes, her entire body trembling with emotion.

-I wanted to make you happy, but I made you scared instead. I am so, so sorry. I did it all wrong. And... and if you think that we should stop, that you want to get back to normality... we will do as you decide, I promise.-.

You open wide your eyes. Is she saying what you think she's saying? Is she ready to give it up if you say so? Yes, that was the deal from the beginning, but you doubted that she would have accepted it this easily. Her expression is resolved, almost fiery, like someone accepting an honorable defeat.

This is it. This can be the end, if you want it. You could have your life back. Delete everything, like it never happened. And it never will.

-I don't know.- You say. A spark of hope revives her eyes.

-I... I like you. I like what we've done in the stall, I like what we did on the couch. But I like the old you too. I miss my mom, even if she would never love me as much as I love her. It's just so difficult to handle and I... I don't know what to decide.-.

She gravely nods and opens her mouth to reply, but she holds back. She must be torn between the desire to keep being inside your mom and the decision not to manipulate you with her pleas.

-I let you think over it.- She gets up and moves towards the door. But your words hold her from leaving.

-Wait.-.

She stops. You gulp, trying to find the strength to finish the question that has been pressing you from within since yesterday.

-How is it? To be Mom.-.

She doesn't react, at first. Then, she turns around, showing you a some kind of excited smile, yet struggling to rise in her upset state.

-It's the best thing ever.-.

---

Almost an hour later, you descend the stairs, face to the floor and at a slow pace. In the living room, you're unexpectedly met by your sister Kim, who is looking at the tv with a bored pout. When she hears your steps, she spins her head at that noise.

-Oh, that's you! Thank you for letting us down, jerk!- She snaps. A squeeze of remorse grips your gut; but, as with Mom before, there is something you need to ask her, before anything else.

-Why are you behaving like this?-.

-Huh? What are you talking about?- She plays dumb.

-I'm talking about... this!- You wag your open hands at her: -Mom and Tina are nice to me whilst you, you are the usual bitch!-.

You immediately regret the choice of words as she springs up from the couch. But, instead of screaming at you, she snorts as if to laugh at you.

-Why, are you telling me that you don't like that?-.

You freeze on the spot.

-Please, we both know that you love being mistreated by me. You're a disgusting pervert, little bro, and you're definitely a bottom.-.

You suddenly feel exposed, and later surprised by such a sensation. But that can't be true, that is, you would know if...

Oh no. Does Kim now know you better than you do? That would be a disaster! Right?

-S-So you're doing this for me?-.

-You? Pff! Please, I'm doing this for myself! This is how I naturally behave, period. You know, you should stop considering yourself the center of attention: I take my own decisions by myself and I don't need your permission for that!-.

You're taken aback by her aggressiveness. Truthfully, if you didn't know otherwise, you'll doubt she's not really your sibling.

-But I thought that the deal was...-.

-That's not the point! Nay, you know what? The deal was that you would have chosen whether to keep us or not, but also that you would have given us a chance! Well, have you, little bro? You spent all the time whining and complaining, and guess what, this is not very respectful towards us! We tried our best to make you happy, since the beginning! I even... even searched for a girl that you could find as much appealing as me, I mean, duh! But you, oh no, you're all 'buuuh I miss my mommy and being a virgin nerd'! And you know why you're talking to me now? Not because you care of what I think, but because you decided that we need to vacate these bodies, don't you?-.

You **** at that accusation. She's wrong, you hadn't decided... or have you? No, you just wanted a small distraction from... from all of this. But you immediately attacked Kim instead, as if you wanted a reason to hate her. An excuse to blame her.

You must appear really heartbroken since she rolls her eyes and calms down a bit.

-Listen, I suppose that in your situation I would have my struggles too. But you're not the only one, ok? This is new for us too! What did you expect, that in one day we would figure out everything? Come on, give us a break!-.

Right then, your mother arrives from the outside, pausing in front of you and looking confused at her two kids standing one in front of the other, with the air of being in the middle of an argument.

-Is everything ok? Swe-erm, Tom, Kim?-.

You swallow a lump down your dried throat.

-About what you've asked me before...- You begin.

Your mother's posture instantly harshens and her blossomed chest jerks as she holds her breath. A quick peek of her tits escapes your control, before looking up at her face again.

-...I want to give us some more time.-.

-Oh, that's...- She's about to burst out in joy, but she moderates herself: -That's great, Tom!-.

-Yeah, great.- Kim echoes her with a skeptical tone: -But what about those three chicks?-.

At this question, you hunch your head slightly between your shoulders. About one thing Kim was surely right partially, that is that you already decided that that part was a bad idea; but, after what she told you, you now realize that you've never truly considered the possibility before discarding it.

-...it's fine having a girlfriend. But I don't know who to choose, I mean... they are all wonderful...-.

-Then why...- Your mother immediately shushes, shaking her head.

-No, no, forget it.-.

-What?-.

-No, really Tom, that would be another stupid idea.-.

'Another'... like the one you discarded a priori.

-Just, tell me.-.

Jessica is uncertain, but in the end she bites her lips and: -...why you don't go with all of them together?-.

What?

-What?- Exclaims Kim. Mom raises her hands to calm you down.

-I told you it was dumb, I just thought that with three girlfriends your reputation would have... blown! Open relationships are normal nowadays, right?-.

-But again, it's a bad idea. We just agreed to proceed slowly...-.

In all this, you've been left speechless, mentally hit by a truck. Only one was enough of a shock, but all three of them...! She's right, this would be crazy!

Except that.

Maybe you should give her some trust. Sure, it looks like madness, but as much as the situation per se, and also you just decided that it's time to really give it a chance. Even in its most deviated terms.

"...".

Besides, holy fuck, the mere idea of being the boyfriend of those three chicks is giving you a hard-on right now!

-I wouldn't dislike it, actually.- You say, forcing yourself to sound casual. You both fail and manage to surprise your relatives, who are now looking at you with pending mouths. You divert your eyes, scratching your nape in chagrin. An excited smile begins to curl your mother's lips, while Kim hides her face with her hands.

---

-Mmm...-.

-Aw...-.

-Aw.-.

-Ah!-.

-Ahh!!!-.

You almost fall from the toilet bowl, your body being rocketed by a mind-blowing orgasm that cuts your breath away. Panting, you retract the digits from your pussy, finding them soaked with your sticky fluids.

A sly grimace forms on your face. You bring them to your lips and suck greedily, tasting their delicious flavor with your tongue.

-Oh shit. This is awesome.- You murmur, taking another spoon of squirt and licking again. And to think that this delectable windfall is produced by yourself, by this little entrance that you have there!

-Good little pussy.- You pat your twat as you would do to a pet: -I promise that I will take care of you.-.

You then frown, wondering if it has indeed sense to refer to it as something different from you. That is, you're possessing Tina's body, her entire body, and therefore also her cunt. Or maybe you're actually possessing her brain, and the rest is just a tool you've consequently hijacked?

While debating upon this important philosophical issue, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You read the message with scarce interest, just to read it again with much more involvement.

-Fucking hell... Big bro, you're a perv!- You chuckle. It seems that it's time for you to move: you quickly redress and cautiously exit the public restroom, casting yourself back in the mall. Mom and Kim had decided you should have stayed here to check on the three suitors, but you reeeeeally needed some time alone in the bathroom. I mean, it's not your fault if you're always thirsty! It's like an illness, right? You can't blame someone for being sick, huh!

Anyway, you have to find the girls; probably they're still at the bar where you've left them. Gosh, the situation was already a bit tense, and now what will happen? You just hope they won't jump on each other's throat...

---

-Oh my God, he didn't!-.

-That's exactly what he said.- Stephanie keeps looking straight in front of her, seeming almost in a hallucinated state, with June leaning on her having an expression that is somewhere between horrified and amused. In front of them, as for Alyssa, there are emptied cups and saucers. The other customers are giving them some peeks from time to time but they soon classify their outbursts simply as the chatting of three young women. Probably, if they were nerdy men, someone would have already complained; but, strangely, any belligerent intention is dropped as the scowled eye lays on their forms.

-He ordered you to serve him breakfast in bed??-.

-Because I was 'his woman', he said.- The business attired girl explains.

-And so what you did?-.

-Well, I obeyed. Then I poured the teapot into his underpants. Never heard of him after that.- She cannot repress a subtle grin, while June's one is far more manifest.

-Ahah! That's my bitch!- She slaps her warmly on the shoulders, then she quickly takes a peck of her lips, giggling right afterward.

-Damn Steph, you're almost perfect! No way you won't win this!-.

-Oh, don't be so resigned, both of you have all the requirements to be in the competition.-.

-Well, if losing to you would mean that I got to console myself with her... maybe I wouldn't mind losing so much.- June turns towards Alyssa while rubbing her tight with her open palm. Alyssa lifts one eyebrow in play.

-Me neither, but I bet you'd prefer to console yourself with the office bombshell.-.

-Eheh! You know, it's almost like you already know me!-.

They meet each other halfway, locking their lips together in a passionate kiss. Stephanie leans on her elbows and intertwines her fingers in front of the face: -It seems that we're getting some attention.- she points out, referring to the glances surrounding them. 'Omg, those two babes are kissing each other!', 'But hasn't she just kissed the secretary??'.

-Let them see, maybe we can give them something to wag off later.- June answers. Alyssa, instead, joins her hand on the table, a sly grimace contracting her eyes.

-Girls, whoever of us wins, I want to propose to you to move to my place. For free, clearly.-.

-Well well well, now that's something tempting.- The ebony girl smiles showing all her notable white teeth: -But I'd hate the idea of leaving alone my hot roomie!-.

-Why, she's also invited of course. Daddy has bought me a house that could host dozens of people, and sometimes I feel so alone...-.

-Ohh, then you won't mind if I accept your invitation!-.

-I don't know, I'm comfortable in my flat.- Stephanie replies. The other two can briefly sight the tip of her tongue slipping between her lips.

-But I could reinvest the rent on it.-.

-That's settled then!- Right at this moment, Alyssa turns around sensing a familiar resonance from behind.

-Oh, hi Tina. Whazzup?-.

The young girl walks to their table, an uneasy expression on her face.

-Well, you won't believe this, but in the end...-.

---

There is a lot of hum in your living room right now. You're standing, a bit dazed, in the center of it, and you just hardly avoided Kim who was marching furiously while talking on her phone. You, therefore, take a step back, almost colliding with Kim who is sitting on the sofa while intensely tapping, and as you turn around Kim passes in front of you, her device to her mouth as she's sending audio to someone.

It's not that you've gone crazy; it's more the situation that did. Actually, someone could have found funny the scene where Kim, exasperated by your final decision, has opened her room's door revealing a squad of other girls identical to her, all on their phones, who have looked back in surprise.

-The jerk has chosen all three.- She sighed.

-What???- They all exclaimed. And so your house has become the post of a war correspondent with copies of your sisters storming all around. You barely catch glimpses of their conversations, having no actual idea who they are talking to or for what purpose.

-No, no, you haven't understood girl, now we find it cool, ok?-.

-Yeah, you remember that time when Adam was dating those two bitches? What do you mean by 'no'? It totally happened!-.

-Ohh, honey, he's been soooo romantic! By the way, you have to dump him now.-.

You manage to get over with the fact that there are ten clones of your elder sister hanging around, and you take one of them aside.

-Uh, sorry, what are you doing exactly?-.

She looks at you in astonishment and sways, shaking it, her head at you: -Ehm, hello? Do you have the slightest idea of what it means to make socially acceptable that someone like you is dating three hot girls altogether?-.

-I... don't think...-.

-Yeah, me neither! So don't make me lose any more time!- She spins around and walks away, not before murmuring a "scumbag" which leaves you even more interdicted.

-Maybe we should let your sister do her magic, 'key?- Your mother approaches you, paying attention not to hurt any Kim on the way. You retreat to the kitchen, where you notice that she has been busy cooking dinner.

-You lowered yourself in the part, didn't you?- You comment out. She peeks at you without turning around, her bubbly butt shaking as she moves between the stoves.

-Why, of course swee-I mean, Tom.-.

You pause for a few seconds, then: -You know, it's ok if you want to call me like that.-.

Now she does stop and turns around, an astounded expression that is quickly replaced by excitement.

-Thank you, sweetie. So, do you want to help me?-.

-...sure, why not.- You cautiously get closer, not really aiming at a precise point in the kitchen but more transfixed by her inviting ass, so tightly encased inside her skirt. However, as you are one centimeter away from it, your mom suddenly moves to another position, leaving you pending like that. Has she done it on purpose?

You look at your palm, which got so close to her rack for a moment, even if you're realizing it only now. You can almost sense that touch between your fingers. Gosh, that was frustrating. But also...

-Hey guys, what's with Kim?-.

Tina arrives at this very moment, and immediately your thoughts shift to the three girls you left at the mall.

-Have you told them?- You ask with a faint voice.

Tina grins in a way you have never seen before: -Oh yes, and they were pretty enthusiastic, at that point.-.

That point? What point? How enthusiastic? Does she mean...

-A-And where are them now?-.

A tinge of discomfort crosses your little sister's visage: -Gone home, though I desired to bring them here with me.-.

-Oh. Why haven't you?-.

-It was my idea.- Your mother intervenes while maneuvering some dishes: -I thought that we could spend this evening like a normal family, for real this once. You know, not everything must be different.- she halts, then with a saddened gloom: -But I guess we should have discussed it together, huh?-.

Noticing the remorse in her voice, you hurry to reassure her: -No, that's fine. Piecemeal, right?-.

And so, when it's time for dinner, Kim's clones are dismissed and in truth you have a pleasant and ordinary time with your family, each of you focused on quietly eating your beefsteak. Though, to be meticulous, Tina is biting it with a certain voracity, while for Kim is kind of unusual to eat red meat. But you have also to admit that it wouldn't be something that you'd normally notice.

-So, have you done it, Kim?- Mom asks at a certain point. Your sister swallows the morsel and wipes her mouth with the towel.

-Almost. Officially, you were giving private schooling to Alyssa because our dad had worked for her uncle, she took pity on you and decided to become your gf. While for Steph, she's a sexually repressed woman who was searching for a toyboy and had found you (the how is still in progress, something related to you having tight pants in her office), and June was already her lover. That's why Alyssa had compassion on you, btw.-.

Your face loses its colors while Tina cheerfully congratulates her.

-W-Wait, but now I look like their subaltern!- You constate. Kim eyes daggers at you.

-Oh, I'm sorry if I haven't come up with a better story in one afternoon, without any forewarn-

-Kids, please, don't argue about this.- Your mom sedates the discussion, making Kim grumble.

-By the way, have you called daddy?- Tina questions with **** lightheartedness.

-Oh, yes, your father is safe at the hotel. He said he already misses you all.-.

-Aww! I miss him too!-.

-Uhm, about him.-. Your mom looks at you intrigued.

-What... what were you planning to do?-.

She seems not to get what you're referring to, so you insist: -I mean, since you're controlling him with the goo and the rest.-.

-...Controlling him? Why do you think I'm doing that?-.

You're baffled by her reaction of denial: -Well, he slept on the sofa, thus...-.

Realization flashes on your mother's face at your words: -Oh! No, no, I just told him that I was feeling a bit sick and I didn't want to infect him!-.

-Oh. So he's not... w-well, good to know.- You focus back on the food, a wave of embarrassment burning your cheeks. Maybe you indeed were judging them too quickly: they're still you, after all, they can't be this bad. You finish the dinner and then Tina stands up and proposes to you to do something together, 'like normal siblings'.

This got you quite unexpectedly, but she also said 'normal siblings', so it should be ok.

-Yeah, why not?-.

She guides you upstairs, and then you enter your room. Right when the suspect that she had tricked you, she takes from your drawer two joysticks for your console and one of your favorite games.

"How does she know... ah, right.".

-Come on bro, let's play together!- She offers you one of the pads.

-Ever wondered what it feels like to play against yourself?-.

---

As soon as Tom and Tina have disappeared upstairs, you put back your phone and move your sight on your mother, who is already loading the dishwasher.

-'Dad is not controlled', mh?- You say accusingly. She doesn't turn to face you, but pauses her work for some moments.

-Just a little lie to avoid him any more stress. I will tell him, when he will be ready.-. That was clearly her attempt to truncate the conversation, but you're far from having finished.

-A little lie? Sure, compared to all that gaslighting stuff of before! 'Oh honey, I'm so sorry'! You're just a victim, aren't you?-.

She turns around to you. Her face is a stone mask for her emotions.

-Kim, do you really consider me this kind of person?- She plays mortified. You get up and march to her, your visages separated only by a few millimeters, your modest chest pressed against her prosperous one.

-Let's make things clear, Mom. I don't mind if Tom wants to stick his prick inside you or Tina or whoever else. But he is mine.-.

Your pupils are entangled in a fight of endurance: hers slightly moving in feign of confusion, yours fixed straight on the target. In the end, her expression softens, and she delicately brushes your cheek.

-Maybe you should rest for a bit, honey. You had a lot of work today.-.

-Yeah, sure.- You sneer in defiance, and then you leave the kitchen.

---

Clicks and snaps of fingers on the sticks reverberate through the room, the only sounds alongside your breaths and the noises from the screen. The match immediately turned out to be pretty intense, requiring all your concentration, to the point that several times you forgot against who you were playing. For those brief moments, your gamer mind automatically wondered who could be this high-skilled player that could foresee every one of your moves, before remembering the weird truth.

In the end, time ran up with neither of you below half of the maximum life; however, your opponent managed to score a pair of punches more than you, and so the script "winner" is camping shining on her screen.

-Yes!- She exclaims with a concise fist to the sky. You raise your eyes at her, having sitten you with your back against the bed and she on the mattress. Therefore you linger on her legs, covered only on the thighs by her shorts, and then you go up to her alluring torso.

-Congrats to the winner.- You playfully comment.

-Gee, thanks, beginner's lucky I guess!- She retorts; then, as you **** yourself to maintain eye contact, her grin turns more subtle.

-See something that you like, bro?-.

-I was just considering that you're the most different from before.- You reply, not entirely lying.

-Mom and Kim are more or less the same, while you... you really seem a different person, you know?-.

-Yes, I realized it too.- She admits in a surprising moment of seriousness. Then, she shrugs: -I don't know what to say, I'm spontaneous. Maybe Tina was always secretly like this, or maybe it's because I possessed her while she was...-.

You both jerk, knowing how she was going to finish the sentence.

-Well, we shouldn't talk about this topic! Not tonight, at least...- The intonation of those last words makes you shiver.

-...but I really have to ask you. How does it feel to be a girl?-. The question was bursting down your throat for hours, you had to ask her.

-Oh, it's amazing!- She declares with bright enthusiasm: -I feel soooo soft and cute, and even my senses are different from before! They're, uhm, less gray, yup! It's like being always tipsy, but in a good way!-.

-And then there is this girl here.- She pats her conjoint fingers between her legs, making you blush from such shamelessness.

-When I walk around, instead of having my balls squeezed, I feel a damp rubbing that, that I can't even describe with words! And everytime I touch it, it's like tasting ice cream, but being horny instead of hungry. Are you following?-.

You nod, even though you actually aren't. But the way she talks about it, so freely, as if her pussy is the most normal thing in the world to discuss with her brother, this gives you a thrill that is growing way painful inside your pants.

Tina slyly dashes her eyes across the room before asking: -Hey, want to see her?-.

-W-What?! But you said...-.

-Ssh! It will be our little secret, big bro!- She mimics being silent putting her index on her lips. You gulp and then silently assent. She shoots up and lowers her shorts, revealing a pair of pink panties with a delightful ribbon. And then, after they're gone too...

"Oh my... God...".

"My sister's pussy!".

Tina sits back, this time with her legs a bit more spread, so that you have to get closer to see more distinctly. But you can already discern the skin folding up into two little, shaved mounds, slightly darker than the rest. You're sweating by now.

-Come on, don't be afraid.- Tina teasingly invites you, as if you could be 'afraid' at this point. She diverts her knees a bit more, and you cautiously lunge your head in. The two folds reveal themselves to be rippled, having a stripe of pinkish flesh in between, and there is a small bump at the top from which a curled inverted v branches off. In its interior, a slit. The slit.

Sure, you've already fucked that cunt. But to see her like this? Your heart is drumming like a jackhammer!

-I love this little box.- Tina purrs from above, and then her cupped fingers come to rub it, moving the flaps of skin in a circular motion that produces an almost imperceptible, sloppy sound. Your face is almost attracted by an invisible magnetism, and she chuckles as she feels your breath from your nose puffing against her labia.

-She's always here for me. Never fails me. She's so warm, so comfy. It's like... my personal miracle, nesting between my thighs. Ohh, if you could only imagine...-.

TWITCH TWITCH TWITCH

The held breath is about to explode in your mouth. Your trembling hand advances towards it, eager to touch, to feel, to have an even remote spark of that sensation.

She's so... so beautiful...

-Ah-ha!- Tina slaps away your digits, and with a motion crosses her legs hiding to you the coveted trophy.

-No touching, big bro. We've been naughty enough for tonight.-.

You look up at her with reddened eyes, feverish chills running down your spine.

-You can't... p-please...-.

-Mmm...- She sensually gets up, wheeling around in an erotic dance and flashing her perky butt at you. With a finger, she hooks her panties and hangs them in your direction, making your face follow them like an obedient puppy. When they finally caress your forehead, she suddenly retracts her finger and thus you instinctively catch them in their falling, pushing their fabric against your face.

You let out a deep sniff before realizing the situation you're in; but Tina is already walking out, swaying her naked hips and smiling at you in profile.

-Good night, dear brother~-.

You remain still like this for ten minutes, maybe a quarter of an hour, your mind haywire with incoherent thoughts. Eventually, you recover and exit your bedroom, not even why you did that. Whatever the reason was, it's lost as you cross Kim, apparently directed toward her own.

-Oh, h-hey.- You greet her. She stops and lifts an eyebrow, far from reciprocating. Right, she's still angry.

-What are you doing?- You ask, the most stupid and sussed question you could have done.

-Well, actually there are still things I need to fix about you before tomorrow, so...- She moves to pass, but interrupts as you address her again.

-Wait. I... I want to tell you that I'm sorry for before. And I also want to thank you. I know I put you in a difficult situation, but you're still helping me. So, thank you, really.-.

She looks kind of fazed, before crossing her arms and humpfing.

-It's not like I've done it for you! It's for myself, you nerd!-.

-Yeah, but, you're still me, right?-.

...

Ok, you don't know what you were meaning with it, and a tense silence has fallen between you.

Kim spreads her arms: -Well, do you want a hug?-.

-I...-. You pause.

-Yes. Why not.-.

Your elder sister sighs and then embraces you. You, however, remain stiffened like a stick at least at the beginning, and when you move your hand behind her back to reciprocate, she breaks the hug, takes your chin between her fingertips and kisses you passionately.

You dangle, dazed, unresponsive as she sticks her tongue inside your mouth. She detaches, a by now familiar sneaky smirk on her face, and swings around you, making you rotate a quarter of a turn to follow her. She then shoves you back, pressing you against your own door, and finally walks away to enter hers without uttering a word.

For the third time in a row, you're left dumbstruck and bewitched. You're tempted to reach one of your sisters or to look for Mom, but the little lucidity remaining in you takes the upper hand and makes you go back to your room instead. At this point, you'd normally spend a pair of hours PC gaming, but you feel physically and emotionally exhausted, and you throw yourself under the sheets. You're unresting, however, and you masturbate intensely for the next half an hour, spacing into wild fantasies involving your relatives and your three girlfriends; fantasies that, sooner or later, you could transform into reality. With this though, you eventually close your eyes for the night.

Unbeknownst to you, also the other three occupants of the house are doing the same; but, instead of going to sleep after that, they start planning for the next day.