Two Weeks Later...

In the old dusty room that he’d be staying in for the next couple of months, Steven was sitting at a writing desk with his arms crossed and head resting on top of them, unable to keep from focusing on all of the noise happening beneath him.

Down in the main room of their family’s hundred-year-old lake house, five good looking women were getting piss-drunk and laughing loud enough to be heard over the fairly loud music that was playing from the bluetooth speaker meme inches away from his head, each of them having a great time while he was upstairs spending his post-graduation summer without any type of cell signal and with a pair of very blue balls.

If only that laboratory place he’d called had actually come through on time, and that’s if Steven didn’t give out his mother’s credit card information towards a huge scam that targeted hopeful perverts like himself, which it seemed as though he did.

Oh well, Steven thought to himself while rubbing the thick outline of a seven-inch hard-on bulging out to the side below the waistband of his basketball shorts. Even if it was a scam, as soon as his mom noticed the outrageous charge, either she would call the bank and tell them that none such purchase had been made with her consent, then have it disputed. Still, if it was a scam, why did the conversation he had with that sexy-sounding lady over the phone sound so genuine?

“Damn it…” He swore under his breath as he sat up and leaned back in the chair with a sigh of defeat. Steven could only imagine what fun he could be having right now if that Edward guy was legit, literally. His mom, aunts, sister, and cousin would all be dumb as a sack of rocks, have sets of tits with each one as big as their heads, and would be fucking him and each other senseless. “Why does reality suck so bad?”

At least he’ll probably catch a glimpse of someone going topless more than a few times during their stay, which was a common occurrence for each of the women at some point during their bi-yearly get-together when either one or more of them would have too much to drink. The skinny teen sighed, then closed his laptop and shut off the useless music that was playing. Steven figured he should go downstairs to get something to eat, take a shower, beat his meat, and pray they don’t stay up too late making all sorts of noise in the hopes he can actually sleep in that big, old, thin-walled house.

He stood up and began to do just that, just after he waited for his noticeable rod to become, well, much less noticeable.

As expected, he was greeted as soon as he walked into the living room where they were all gathered, also known as the verbal firing-line.

And then all eyes turned to look at him, each of their facial expressions made up of all colors from the emotional rainbow.

“Hi, sweetie!” His ditzy Aunt Helen called out to him, her sultry-sweet voice slightly slurred as she bounced in her seat at one end of the living room’s huge, L-shaped couch, opposite from where the recliners were located. “Where ya’ been all night?”

She was the oldest of them all at forty-eight, but nobody would know it just from looking at her. The woman took excellent care of her heavily freckled skin, sported a set of C-cup breasts that still held up well without a bra, and had a tight round ass that most young men like him could think about during a late-night wank. Helen had on a plain white tank-top and a pair of black leggings that only people half her age would be able to confidently wear in public.

Steven’s favorite thing about her was her long, curly ginger hair, and especially when tied back in a frizzy ponytail like it was.

“I’m getting some homework done early, so don’t mind me.” Steven said with a **** smile, not making direct eye contact with anyone while also not stopping for a second on his way to the kitchen. “Just gonna’ grab a bite to eat and hit the sack here in a few minutes.”

He wasn’t nervous. In fact, Steven was actually pretty popular with a few good-looking girls back in his hometown, despite having the imagination and same tastes in kinks as a stone-cold coomer. His problem was that he wouldn’t be able to not look at his family in ways that he shouldn’t, not say flirty things by accident that would make things awkward, and he definitely didn’t give a damn that the sexy women in the living room were related to him in the least.

Steven just wanted to get his cock sucked, and as long as they were at least his age or older, he couldn’t give a shit whose mouth was around it.

“I bet you will.” His older sister Johnny joked, kicked back in one of the living room’s two large recliners with both hands holding a mixed-drink in her lap. “Friggin’ pervert.”

Dressed in a simple white shirt and light-blue pajama bottoms, Johnny was easily his least favorite person of the group. She had long, silky brunette hair and an ice-queen personality that didn’t match her cute, angelic face and very fuckable body at all. If they didn’t already know she was the former cheerleader-captain for his highschool, one could think she was just a kind-hearted soul with amazingly perky D-cup tits upon first glance, but would realize just how sorely mistaken they were as soon the firey lesbian opened her mouth.

“It’s not my fault that nobody around here knows how to lock the bathroom door.” Steven said with a quick side-glance, trying to play off last year’s regrettable incident like it was truly an accident, which it wasn’t. “You’re starting to sound jealous that I didn’t walk in on you instead.”

If they all weren’t drunk, that probably wouldn’t have gotten as big a laugh from most of them as it did.

“As if!” Johnny recoiled. “Go jerk off and leave us alone!”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Steven heard his other aunt Trish say in defense of him from the second recliner as he walked out of view, still giggling at his comeback. “Your brother is a healthy young man, who can blame him for wanting to sneak a peek at these puppies?”

Trish, who had just turned thirty-eight last month, had apparently gotten a set of implants for her birthday the previous year from her last and recently-divorced husband. Unfortunately for Steven, his timing was terrible when he made an attempt to sneak a peek on her bimbo body last Christmas, being that she was stepping out of the shower as soon as he became bold enough to open the door. He got a good look at her perfectly-round, F-cup melons, but for only about two seconds, before she then covered up and screamed for the entire house to hear.

The bubbly, blonde beauty easily forgave him the next day, but both she and the rest of the girls never passed up on an opportunity to mention it to either try to humiliate or tease him. He knew that she must’ve been pretty sauced up, being that he briefly saw her openly giving her huge tits a playful over the long-sleeved, V-neck shirt that was showing off her vast valley of firm cleavage, causing half of the girls to giggle.

“Knock it off, Trish. You’re being inappropriate.” Steven’s mother Danielle sighed, never bothering to look up at her son and only away from her phone for a single second to scold her younger sister. “If I could trust him not to smoke what’s left of his smarts away on that junk while I’m gone, then he wouldn’t even be here. I promise you that.”

She was still dressed in the same attire she wore when they had arrived at the lake house earlier that day, which consisted of a white blouse that was tucked into a knee-length gray skirt along with a pair of sharp black heels. She was skinny, had neck-length brunette hair, kept herself in shape, and was sporting a modest C-cup size, but unlike the rest of the girls, the huge ass on her skinny figure didn’t look like it belonged to someone in their gene pool. Even though the forty-three-year-old was a self-made business-woman and worked even during her vacation to some capacity, Danielle could just leave it all behind one day and make just as much money as she did now by doing a few bare-bottomed twerking videos on pay-to-view social platforms and premium porn sites. Sadly, his mom was too much of a prude, stuck-up bitch to ever lighten up and give him plenty of opportunities to see its thick, round, and very bouncy goodness put on display, Steven begrudgingly thought as he continued listening to their muffled snickering from the kitchen as he made himself a sandwich.

“Oh, come on, Aunt Dany. It’s not like the stuff is illegal anymore.” Helen’s twenty-five-year-old daughter Amy said, wearing a colorful band T-shirt that hid her sizable breasts, along with a pair of dark sweatpants to cover her unimpressive lower-half. She was sitting next to her mother on the inner couch corner, and was the only one of them drinking beer instead of hard liquor or wine. “And don’t I remember a time when you were the one we all had to worry about when it came to being ‘inappropriate’?”

Amy was a saint, Steve thought to himself with a balled-up fist of righteous agreement. His mom used to be a happy, fun, and outgoing potty-mouth until his father passed away, but she had to start working twice as much as she did when they were no longer a two-income household. She did very well in her field as a home realtor, but the dedication and long hours took their toll on her personality, giving her the sexy librarian aesthetic that she seemed to be perpetually wearing every day.

If the magic pill bottle that he’d ordered had actually arrived before Steven left for the lake house, Amy would’ve been the only one spared from utter mindless nymphomania. Of course, he still would’ve turned the chubby redhead into a bombshell-bodied slut that loved having her face fucked and short red hair pulled, but at least she’d still be able to do basic math after he was done with her transformation. Amy didn’t really need much in the way of physical changes, being that she had natural and full tits that were literally almost as big as Trish’s, although there were a few extra pounds on her assless figure that he’d be happy to see rearranged a bit.

“Y’know, she’s got a point Dany.” Steven heard Helen say, and he desperately wished that he could see the look on his mother’s face after her next sentence. “I remember when you couldn’t wait to get a few drinks in ya’ and do something like this!”

“Mom!” Amy giggled. “Ahah, stop it!”

“Woo!” Johnny cheered. “You fuckin’ go, Aunt Helen!”

“Damn it, put your shirt back on!” Danielle hissed. “Don’t make me call Wallace!”

“Good luck getting a signal! We’re out in the sticks, baby!” Helen fired back. “C’mon Trish, whip out those big boobies for your nephew!”

“I don’t think I’m drunk enough yet for-” Trish laughed. “H-Hey, get off of me!”

Steven sat down at the kitchen’s large, antique dining table with the fat sandwich that he’d thrown together, wondering if he’d be done eating before Helen came to her senses or was **** to put her shirt back on. Not that he was eager to go back out there, already sporting half an erection as his imagination began to run wild with how things would be going if that stupid bottle of pills had ever arrived. He sighed, and resigned himself to the fact that this was going to be his life for the next couple of months, with no porn to watch and nary a soul around that would willingly take care of his cock for him.

Life was unfair, he thought with a frown.

It took him a few minutes to devour the meal made up of the foods that everyone had brought and stuffed the fridge with for their stay.

And before he knew it, his cock was back to being painfully hard.