You don't want to be late for school.

"Okay, you two," your mom says, getting to her feet. "Let's get moving, you don't want to be late for school."

Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, you're struck by the absolutely insane surrealism of the scene around you. If you closed your eyes, if you didn't know what had just happened, if it wasn't for the powerful musky scent of sex lingering in the air, you could swear that it's just another day. Your mother's voice sounds like it always has, complete with that parental exhortation to get your butts in gear.

But it's definitely not just another day. Your mom is standing in your room, devoid of a stitch of clothing. Drops of your own cum sprinkle her soft, pendulous breasts, tracing thin, shiny trails down her skin. Your sister sits, to your right, in your computer chair, also totally nude and spread-eagled. You still feel the afterglow of your climax, echoing up and down your body like a phantom. And what Laura says next helps further to shatter any brief sense of normalcy you might have had.

"Aw, mom," Laura says with a pout, "you didn't get to cum yet!"

"Thanks, but I can take care of myself, young lady," she replies. As she talks, she uses her fingers to wipe drops of cum off of her tits, then sucks the fingers clean. "You two go hop in the shower and then get dressed, and I can make some breakfast." At the mention of the shower and breakfast, Laura perks up. She smiles, stands up, and drags your chair back over to your desk. Then she walks out of your bedroom door, her pert butt swaying from side to side as she leaves.

Your mom follows her, turning her head before she leaves and repeating, "Come on, Sam, get a move on!"

You sit up in bed, and shake your head slowly in amazement. If the Manipulator could do this to the two of them, just think of what it could do to everybody else! I am going to have so much fucking fun with this thing, you think. Finally, rewards for all the shit I've put up with throughout my life. You put your feet on the ground and stand up, nearly giddy with anticipation. On your left arm, the circle on the Manipulator still glows a bright emerald green. It suddenly occurs to you that, all of this time, neither your mother nor your sister said anything about the strange device. You'd have thought there'd have been at least one comment. Maybe something about the manipulation blinds them to its existence, or just makes it uninteresting. In any case, it's interesting, but not particularly important.

You head to your dresser and pick out a typical set of boxers, jeans, socks, and a nondescript light blue polo shirt. Then you proceed downstairs and head for the bathroom. You can hear the shower running as you exit the stairwell, and for a moment you are annoyed that Laura got to it before you did -- before quickly reminding yourself that it no longer matters. Reaching the bathroom door, you turn the handle to find that it's unlocked. Well, of course it is, you muse. You walk into the steamy room and close the door. Despite everything that just happened, you still feel strangely awkward, and stand there for a few seconds -- until your sister pokes her head out from behind the curtain, and says, "Well? Come on, get in here!"

You take your glasses off and set them on the sink, then slowly step over the shower threshold, the warm water swirling around your feet. You turn to your right, and look at your sister, who is busy washing the shampoo out of her hair, the suds running down her shoulders and back. As she does so, you get the loofah lathered up, and soap yourself up all over. Despite the amazingly gorgeous display in front of you, you remain soft, still spent from this morning's little escapade. Once your sister finishes rinsing her hair, you and she switch positions, and, facing away from her, you rinse the soap off of your arms and legs. Once you're satisfied that you've gotten all of it off, you turn around -- and stare into Laura's face, not more than six inches from your own, so close that you can feel her breath on your skin. She stands directly in front of you, droplets of water running down her body. Her hair, darker from the water, hangs off her head over her right shoulder, stopping an inch or two above her pink nipple. She raises her arms and places them on your back, pulling you even closer, so that her nipples brush against your own. Her eyes are sapphire pools of blue, staring back into your own, and the raw desire you see behind them -- along with the feel of her hard, pink nubs against you -- causes you to start getting hard again. You're so close that, as you do, your cock brushes her right inner thigh. She lets out a little gasp, and shifts her legs slightly, opening them just a bit. Growing still harder, it moves further and further up, until you feel the tickle of her curly pubic hairs, and the soft folds that they surround.

Laura leans her head forward, putting her mouth against your left ear. "Fuck me," she whispers. She pulls back and stares back into your eyes, radiating pure lust so strong, you could swear it leaves visible waves in its wake. Although that's probably the steam, you dazedly think.

"Isn't that... dangerous?" you ask, desperately wanting to accede to her wishes but also mindful of the potentially devastating consequences of the act.

She smirks. "I'm on birth control, you idiot," she replies. "You think I'd ask you if I wasn't?"

You smile back, a thin, wan smile, the smile of someone getting everything he wants and reveling in it. She better actually be on it, you briefly consider, instead of it being some fabricated memory the Manipulator created. But it's only for a split second, and then your animal instincts fully overwhelm any and all rational thought remaining in your brain. Laura is, by an amazingly lucky coincidence, just the right amount taller than you to make your corresponding parts line up perfectly as you stand there... so all you have to do is grab your shaft, angle it up ever so slightly, and push.

You're immediately rewarded in two ways. First, a loud, blissful groan from Laura as she feels you push into her; second, a sensation that you have fantasized about, dreamed about for years. You've seen dozens of pornos, and read exhaustively on biology, anatomy, and sexuality, but the actual feeling is curiously so like and yet so unlike what you had imagined. You knew it would be warm, tight, and wet, but you were entirely unprepared for the texture, which you could only describe as ripples of velvet, soft ridges of flesh that grip and massage you, pulsating with their own passion and life, complementing your own. It feels transcendent, and you aren't entirely sure if your sudden lightheadedness is from the pussy squeezing you, the clouds of steam in the air, or both.

Laura notices the look of euphoria on your face, and giggles. "Hey, you okay, Sam?" she asks, wiggling her hips a bit and causing sparks to shoot across your vision.

"I... it's just... I didn't expect it to feel so good," you murmur.

This causes her to giggle again. "You act like this is the first time we've fucked," she replies, grinning. "Come on, fuck me before we run out of hot water." Her request snaps you back into reality. You reach down and grab her ass, squeezing it and causing her to emit a little squeal. Then you start slowly moving in and out of her, feeling her ridges inside run up and down your dick, shivering and squeezing and stroking every nerve. You start moving faster, bending over to suck on her right breast as you fuck her. She moans in delight, removing her right hand from your back and sliding it down her own body, between the two of you, gently massaging her clit as you push into her repeatedly. "Oh god, Sam, yessss," she hisses, "harder, don't stop..."

Her words stoke the fire within you. You hold her and turn to the right, the **** of the shower spray now hitting your right side. Grabbing her left wrist with your right hand, you push her up against the shower wall, holding her arm above her head, and she cries out in delight. "OH GOD YES, FUCK ME," she screams, "FUCK ME, OH GOD, OH, I'M GONNA CUM..." You feel her clench, yelling as her climax overtakes her, the rippled walls of her cunt squeezing around you. The awesome power of it overwhelms you too, and you cry out with her as you shudder, pumping your load deep into her eager tunnel. Your orgasm is so strong that your knees buckle, and you slip out of her, the last few spasms of your cock shooting drips of cum onto her thigh. The sensation combined with the steam nearly makes you pass out, and you kneel there in the shower spray for a few seconds, looking down at the drain, panting heavily and trying to let your pounding heart settle down.

Finally, still looking down, you reach out blindly and push in the shower knob, turning the spray off. You look up to see your sister sitting on the shower floor to your left, also looking at down, her legs in front of her. She appears just about as spent as you are.

"That was amazing," you say. She looks up at you, still breathing slowly out of her mouth.

"Fuck yeah, it was," she replies, with a little smile. Then she clambers to her feet. She reaches out her arm, and taking it, you stand up as well. You turn around and pull the curtain back...

...to see your mother, sitting on the toilet, her left hand squeezing her tits, and two fingers of her right hand plunging in and out of her pussy.