Quite the surreal morning scenario

Kirsty goes down the stairs, groaning at the fact that her buoyant ballooned boobies are bouncing around as she descends. Thankfully, they don't hurt as one would expect, if anything they're arousing her quite a bit, so at least Chris isn't without some mercy. At the bottom, she goes to the kitchen to get breakfast. At around this time, her father would be making himself some food while mom would already be at work, At least as far as the Kirsty recalls. That particular thought makes her pause, as if realising that that was just an edit made. She confirms that it was just by being **** to acknowledging it. The whole awareness thing is giving her a headache, so she just continues to the kitchen so that she can figure what her brother has planned.

When she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she spies her mother, with her usual **** grin and wearing her usual frilly apron and nothing else, scrubbing the counter with effort that would make someone think she was obsessed with cleaning. Kirsty was wondering what was going on here, but remembered that Jess; her mother, was afflicted with an obscure virus that **** her to obey the family, and right now, her father probably asked Jess to stay home to service him again. Good thing work is so accommodating for this and allows her sudden 'vacation times' and let her go through her illness' motions.

Kirsty entered and decided to let her off the cleaning duties, telling her mother in a bitchy tone of voice, "Hey mom, Buttslut's hungry. Make Buttslut some eggs and bacon, now!" And Kirsty smacks her hands over her mouth, wondering why she said that. She meant to tell her to go relax, not command her to make her breakfast! But the damage was done, Jess turned around with hands at her sides in a dainty manner, with her stepford smile and 'I'll-get-you-for-this' scowl. "Sure thing, Buttslut dear! I lo~ove to do what my family tells me to do!" Her mother singsongs, and makes a deep, cleavage-baring curtsey, and what cleavage it was. It was enough to make Kirsty drool.

Jess skips over to the fridge to gather the ingredients, and Kirsty wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She shakes her head to somehow gather her wits and renews her journey to search what else has happened. Going into the dining room, she sees her brother, just finishing up his cereal, and shifts the bowl to the side. Chris clasps his hands like a boss that's about to tell you why he's firing you, but partnered with a cheesy grin that says that he's going to try to sell you used cars. It was enough to make Kirsty all hot under the collar, physically fanning her face and moaning in pleasure.

"I see it's a good morning for you too, sis. Please, sit while I explain a few things." Chris says, gesturing towards the chair across from the circular table. Kirsty spots the script beside his clasped hands, and wonders if she can make a dive for it, but decides to sit in the chair instead. Kirsty sits down, groaning in annoyance as her massive 'fuck-you-gravity' boobs bounced for a few seconds from the motion.

Chris chuckles and shifts the stack of bound papers to in front of him, drawing a pen from his breast pocket. Kirsty took a quick glance towards the outfit he was wearing, admiring his lean but muscled figure in his waistcoated suit with hungry eyes of a sex fiend. Wait, was he always that handsome? Kirsty surely would've noticed if he was, But apparently Kirsty was just being unobservant as usual, just like she was ignoring the fact that she was playing with her nipples and panting like a dog.

Chris sniggers for some reason Kirsty doesn't know, and waits until he gets on with what he has to say, getting hornier from a weird tingling in her nipples that she wasn't aware of the reason why.

"Now," Her brother says nonchalantly, "Let's see how your day is going to go, shall we? I've only read and altered up to this meeting, because for some reason the pages are blank if I try to read passed you meeting up with the script's proximity...Probably some fairness mechanic or some bull like that..." As he says this, he flitters through the seemingly endless pages, looking for where he supposedly left off. As he does, Kirsty feels the same explosion of pleasure she had 'last morning' from the stimulation she was unawarely giving herself; though not as intense as the first, it was still enough to make her howl out her pleasure and thrust her hips forward.

"Heh, right on time, I found my page; or rather your page. Now let's see here..." Her brother's words registered in her sex-addled mind, finally calming down and noticing what she was doing. Kirsty hurriedly moved her hands away from her now aftershock-tingling melons and tucked her tongue back in. She fixed her gaze on her brother, who was reading a page flat on the table while twirling his pen around to the side of his head, possibly out of habit. Kirsty spotted this as another possible chance, and decided...