On a miss, Taylor appears instead

You can't find Mom anywhere. You checked her room, the main floor, and now the basement. Since you're in the laundry room, you decide to wash your clothes. You strip off your shirt, pants, and boxers, and grab more of your dirty clothes from the baskets. Replaying your encounter with Madison in your head, you are still hard. You throw the clothes into the washing machine, add detergent, and turn it on. Just as you turn to leave, Taylor walks into the laundry carrying her own pile of clothes.

She stands there with her mouth wide open and her eyes glued to your penis. She drops her clothes on the floor.

"Do you see something you want, Taylor?" you ask her as you stroke your meat.

Her name seems to jostle Taylor out of her paralysis. "Oh, my God, Tom!" is all she can say before she takes a step toward you. You just caress yourself as she closes with you and falls to her knees.

She reaches out to touch your member, and you moan when she makes contact.

"Tom, my God your cock looks fine," your oldest sister says, right before she licks it from bottom to top.