Sex in the background, curry in the foreground.

Now that Erica's naked as well, you take some time to admire her well-toned body as you tower above her. While she has an average bust size, it's honestly a nice change of pace next to Melanie and Gemma. That aside, there's one thing your cousin has that you've always admired: her alluring olive eyes. You haven't seen it much anywhere else in your family, so you figure it must be a recessive trait.

The girl is a beauty in other ways, of course, and charming too; the fact that she has two ex-boyfriends and a large pool of friends demonstrates her popularity. Her personality has always been relaxed, a natural fit for the first person you commanded with your new powers.

Erica's breathing slows, and she smirks. "If you're trying to make me blush, it won't work... Little brother."

You snort, shaking your head. "I'll show you 'little.'"

Not delaying any longer, you press your hips forward and feel yourself connecting with her for the first time. You can hardly believe that this is the first time you're actually fucking her... But then again, she's a great cock-sucker.

Erica gasps as she feels the bump in her body and bites her lower lip a little, staring at you lasciviously. "Ooh... Big brother it is, then."

"You're damn right," you huff, leaning forward to kiss Erica once more. Your hips begin to move on their own, and you caress your sister/cousin/fucktoy's hair as she groans into your mouth.

Erica wraps her arms and legs around your body as she herself begins to move in time with your thrusts. The sounds of slapping and muffled groans quickly fill the family room while Melanie, Gemma, and Greg sit down at the kitchen table.

"What about Hannah?" Gemma asks. Her face is flushed, and there's a clear annoyance in her eyes as she tries to ignore the sounds of her boyfriend and friend fucking passionately.

Melanie smiles, totally without concern. "Oh, Hannah is asleep. Your father will feed her later. Plus, it's not appropriate to have her eating with us now--"

"Oh God, John... Your cock feels so goood," Erica yelps, as soon as you break off the kiss.

The interruption having proved Melanie's point, she smiles and shrugs.

On the other hand, Gemma nearly drops her fork at her friend's outburst. She begins staring at her plate of rice and curry, working through some complicated feelings.

Even though she had her "turn" recently, she feels that Erica has spent enough time with you, considering you lived with her for the past year--Of course, she didn't know that this is the first time that you've actually had sex with her friend.

Greg carefully studies the police girl as she tries to hold it together. He's a little uncomfortable too, and wishes that you and your elder sister would have at least moved to the bedroom. Still, he takes the chance to tease his new daughter and lighten her mood:

"Jealous, are we?" As Greg speaks, he leans forward to pat Gemma on the head.

She blushes, realizing how badly she's hiding her feelings. "I mean, he's my boyfriend... A-and now my brother. I know Erica is his personal slut, but... I only got to know him today, and she's had years!"

As Gemma vents her feelings, Melanie places a hand on her shoulder. "Sweetie, give it time. Your brother has shown that he really does cherish you and Erica... There's no need to compare yourself to your sister."

Gemma sighs, nods, then picks up some rice and tofu and pops it into her mouth. As she chews, her expression relaxes a little more, then turns to surprise as she tastes something unexpected in the red bean curry. Beneath the spice, there was definitely a hint of pomegranate; it worked unexpectedly well.

As she looks at Melanie, the mother catches the police girl's surprise with a knowing smile. "You noticed it, huh? I always like to add something different to these dishes, even if it's just a single ingredient."

Greg nods, some of his subconscious stress lessening as the mix of rice and curry melts inside of his mouth. "Your food's the best, honey. Don't compare yourself with your sister."

Gemma narrows her eyes, confused.

Melanie giggles proudly, her chest jiggling as she picks up some more rice from the center of the table and adds it to her plate. She continues speaking, reminiscing now:

"Ah yes... Jennie. She was always the more daring child, and her additions to recipes were much bigger. I was never much of a cook, but Jennie always **** me to join her when we were little, and we'd pretend to be on a cooking show. Guess where she ended up?"

Gemma listens with growing interest. Of course, it's not possible to completely ignore the slapping and groans in the background, but it helps that she's not alone in bearing with it. In fact, she's quite surprised to see how Melanie is faring better now, almost happy to see Erica and her son getting along.

"Huh... Jennie," Greg mutters. "...Isn't she still in India right now?"

Melanie nods. "I texted her a few hours ago, actually. Ever since hearing about us finding our son again, she was really excited to meet him. She's getting on a plane tomorrow, so we'll probably see her the day after."

"That's really neat," Gemma said. "...I wish I had the confidence to travel the world."

Melanie snorts. "Well, it helps that she refuses to marry, no matter how many men ask." She turns her attention back to Gemma, with a shine in her eyes. "That's enough about me and my sister, though. What about you? You're a police officer?"

Gemma smiles dryly. "Um... I--"

"Y-Yes, give it to me!"

Erica's shaky voice pierced through the conversation, and Gemma's attention was pulled back to the couch. You and Erica have changed positions, with you sitting upright and her riding your lap.

Cum is dripping from your cousin's pussy, and you struggle to keep her balanced as she sways from side to side. She manages to extend an arm to the back of the couch to keep herself steady; after taking a moment, she gets off and flops onto the other couch. She's still leaking jizz, making yet another mess in the living room.

Melanie sighs, but she seems more bemused than annoyed. "I'll grab another towel."

Just as Melanie leaves the kitchen, you stagger in. Paying no heed to somewhat-dismayed stares of your father, you go to grab a glass of water: it's important to stay hydrated after pounding your cousin/sibling/sex ****.

Gulping it down, you refocus your attention on Gemma. She has her eyes fixed on Erica, looking worriedly at her half-conscious friend. There's a smile on Erica's weary face, and as soon as she catches your eye, she gives you a wink. Her expression and posture scream "I'm a wreck... But let's go again."

"She's okay," you reassure Gemma.

"Um... Sure," she answers, sounding unconvinced... But your words still affect her enough that she doesn't question it for now.

Greg sighs as he sees the state of the couches. "Son, I'm happy to see you love Erica a lot... It makes sense, since she's taken such good care of you... But, uh... Can you try to keep the couch clean, next time?"

After all you've done, you're surprised to hear Greg admonish you over something so trivial. You stare at him, sipping your water, then smirk. "Sure thing, Dad."

Greg nods, not really noticing the mockery in your voice. Then he gets up from the table to help his wife, and you take the opportunity to sit down... Just another naked family member at the table.

Although you were busy fucking Erica before, you caught some of the conversation at the table. As you take a plate of food, you turn to Gemma:

"Did I hear her Mom say 'Jennie?'"

Gemma swallows, taking in the sight of her naked boyfriend just casually joining dinner after fucking her friend. "Uh... Yeah. That would be your aunt--Our aunt. I guess she'll be here soon."

"Jennie... She's in India, travels the world, and she's a cook? Doesn't that sound familiar?"

Gemma furrows her brow; it takes a few seconds before a flash of recognition shows in her eyes.

"Wait... That has to be a coincidence, right?" Quickly pulling out her phone, she shakes her head as she goes to YouTube.

There's a famous food blogger named "Jennie..." Famous enough that even casual viewers such as yourself are familiar with the name. Before you gained this power, you remember Erica talking about her channel during one of her many unsuccessful attempts to break into cooking.

Playing a recently-uploaded video, Gemma leans closer to your side and shares her screen with you. You raise an eyebrow when you see that Jennie's in the middle of an airport, filming herself right by the departure gate.

"Hello, all! Just giving you a status update. After a wonderful few months of travel, I'll be leaving India behind. There's still plenty of footage that I haven't shown you yet, and new techniques that I'll be bringing back to my kitchen at home..."

Jennie is a young woman, late twenties or early thirties at the oldest. She's pretty, as you'd expect for someone who makes a living being in front of a camera: blonde hair with dark highlights, immaculate makeup, and features that... Well, that look just like Melanie. The only real difference is her higher cheekbones.

"...I got some unexpected news from my sister and her husband: they've just been reunited with their long-lost son," she continues excitedly. "I have a nephew! I just had to head back to the States to visit, so I might take a little break on new videos--But like I said, plenty more India content on the way. I've already started experimenting with some big changes to my signature dishes, all thanks to the street shops here in Delhi. We'll be talking about that later, but until then, I've got some highlights from the trip..."

Music starts playing while footage rolls, but you're no longer paying attention.

You never thought that injecting yourself into Melanie's family would provide you with the opportunity to meet a celebrity! While you're not much of a food guy, Jennie's pretty eye-catching: she's a spokesperson for healthy eating, so her fit body has appeared on plenty of magazine covers... And while she's not quite as busty as Melanie, her tits are still pretty impressive. It would be naive to think that her popularity came about solely due to her knowledge of cooking.

Your thoughts are interrupted as Melanie pops in with a towel, on her way to the living room. She stops as she hears her sister's voice coming from Gemma's phone, and a proud smile builds on her face as she joins you in watching.

"Oh! That's my sister," she says, placing an affectionate hand on your shoulder. "I hear she's getting quite popular!"

Hear? You look at Melanie, shocked; has this woman gone years without finding out just how much of a celebrity her sister is?

Either way, this is quite an unexpected development. Jennie has millions of followers, and if you happen to catch her and make her yours... Well, the possibilities are endless.