The family meeting

To bring Greg into the loop, you announce a family meeting. A lot has happened today: your relationship with Gemma, for one, and the "fact" that she and your cousin are now Greg and Melanie's daughters.

While Greg seems to accept things on the surface, there's an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Your powers are considerable, but they don't necessarily make everything fine and dandy. Everyone seems to react in their own unique way.

Right now, Greg is sitting on a couch opposite Erica and Gemma. You're sprawled beside him, resting your head on Melanie's lap.

You and your new mother are still naked, and she's cradling you to her left breast. As you suck greedily, you run your hands over Melanie's body... And she returns the favor, fondling your manhood.

Despite the perverted display only a few inches from where he's sitting, Greg seems more confused by the two girls across from him. He doesn't bat an eye as you emit a sudden groan, milk dripping from your chin as you try to hold out a little longer... But Melanie's slow, soothing strokes are getting you closer by the second.

Melanie giggles, seemingly in her own world as she watches you. This wakes Greg up a little, and he clears his throat.

"So, it's Gemma and... Erica, right?" he asks, for the third time.

Erica hums, distracted by how much Melanie is spoiling you. Gemma shifts uncomfortably, trying her best to answer despite being unable to look away from you and Melanie.

"Y-yes..."

"Mhmm..." Greg smiles weakly. "I won't lie, this is a real shock to me. I mean, we just got our boy back, and now--Still, I can't just leave you out in the cold. You're family... Besides, I think Hannah will be very happy to have sisters she can look up to."

"Um..." Erica hesitates, unsure of herself. She knows that this dynamic isn't real, but she also understands that she should play her part.

Gemma, on the other hand, nods readily. "S-she's really cute. I'm happy to be her new sister... A-and thank you for taking us in!"

Erica seems surprised by her shy friend's attitude. Pursing her lips, she figures she should try to be more enthusiastic about her own role as well.

She coughs, adding on. "Yes, thank you again... Daddy."

The unexpected affectionate addressing causes Greg to flinch, and his cheeks turn red. "Yes, um... We can take this slow, I'm sure. If you girls don't like it, then you don't have to address either of us like parents."

Seeing the father's reaction to her attack, Erica can't help but smirk mischievously. Somehow, this seems a little more fun than she thought. Just as you wish, she begins to fall further into her role:

"That won't do, Daddy! You're already like family to me."

Greg is astonished, unsure how to feel hearing such warm words from Erica. It's enough for Melanie to snap out of her trance, and she smiles warmly at the two girls.

"Erica, that's so sweet! Don't forget to call me Mommy as well, okay?"

Erica's getting better at hiding her embarrassment. "Of course, Mommy!"

Gemma stares at her friend with her mouth slightly open, before a determined look appears on her face.

"I don't mind either, Daddy... M-Mommy!"

Greg and Melanie take a moment to look at each other, while the latter continues stroking your member as if it's second nature. After a moment, they chuckle.

"Well, I'm glad we bought this house with rooms to spare," Greg says. "We always planned to have more children after Hannah, and we wanted to be prepared. That worked out well!"

You suck noisily at Melanie's breast, half-listening to the conversation. This whole situation is getting hotter by the second... Every time your presence and actions change this family, it gets a little more fun.

"...That said," Greg continues, his voice more serious, "I am concerned about your relationship with my son."

Erica flinches and smiles innocently, "Um... What's the problem?"

Greg waves a hand. "Oh, you're fine Erica! I understand that you're his personal slut. It's nice to have someone help with my son's stress, and I expect you to do your best to help him as much as your mother does."

Erica sighs with relief, then turns her attention to Gemma.

"Oh... W-what's the problem?" Gemma asks, worried.

Greg hums, sitting up straight. "Well... I understand that you're John's new girlfriend. I'm happy about that, but... Well, you can't be his girlfriend and our daughter."

You try hard not to **** on Melanie's milk as you hear Greg's concerns out loud. He's already letting you, his son, fuck his wife, your own mother. This is where he draws the line?

Even Gemma understands that it doesn't make sense. She looks at you and Melanie with confusion. "...but, John and... Um... Mommy are..."

She trails off, wondering why there's any need to explain. Greg blinks, then glances at his wife pleasuring you. Noticing the way you're twitching and squirming in her embrace, he moves a little further down the couch to avoid the inevitable fountain of jizz.

He clears his throat, then shakes his head as he explains further: "That's different. Melanie's just taking care of our son and nurturing him--It's natural, given how long he's been away."

Gemma's mouth hangs open; she's at a loss for words. Even Erica can't help but turn away and try hard not to chuckle over this ridiculous situation.

You find it amusing, too; it's clear that your influence hasn't completely destroyed Greg's sense of right and wrong.

Even Melanie seems to be at a loss. While she saw you and Gemma fucking earlier, that was before Greg came home and anything was formalized. She understands the problem, even though she doesn't see any moral issues with helping you.

"Sweetie," she says after a moment, her maternal instincts flaring as she watches the confused girl. "You can still live with us, of course. It just means that we can't recognize you as our daughter. In our hearts, you'll still be family, though... Maybe our daughter-in-law in the future!"

You nearly **** again. It's only been a day, and somehow marriage is already on her mind?

Gemma blushes heavily, also finding what Melanie's insinuating to be too soon and too sudden. There's an odd silence as she stares at you, pleading for your input. You can see her thoughts written on her face:

I don't understand! Am I supposed to pretend to be your sister or not? Or... Your WIFE? This is so strange!

You chuckle internally, thinking about what to do next... In fact, you're so distracted that you're caught off-guard as Melanie tightens her grip and gives your cock one final, firm stroke that pushes you over the edge. You erupt, still swallowing her milk as your own thick, white fluid splatters across the leather couch. Melanie keeps pumping, and you unlatch from her breast to gasp and pant as she drains your balls.

Once you've blown your load and are lying happily against Melanie's thigh, you let your mind focus on the current situation.