You stay in the doorway.

The seconds stretch. Your dad’s hand is still wrapped around his thick, rock-hard cock when his eyes finally flick up and catch your reflection in the mirror—then shift to the actual doorway where you’re standing.

His face goes through shock, embarrassment, and something closer to panic in the space of a heartbeat. He opens his mouth, trying to speak, the hypnosis video still playing on your phone behind him.

“I—this isn’t— I was just—”

He never finishes the sentence.

Footsteps come up the stairs fast. Your sister appears behind you in the hallway, takes one look at the scene—your dad with his cock out and hard, the phone playing penis-shrinking CEI hypnosis, you frozen in the doorway—and her expression turns sharp and decisive.

“Both of you. My room. Now.”

Her voice is low but leaves no room for argument. She reaches past you, plucks the phone from the edge of the sink, and pauses the video with her thumb.

“I’ll deal with Mom. She’s still downstairs thinking this is only about you.” She gives your dad a pointed look, then you. “You two are going to sit in my room and stay there until I say otherwise. Do not leave. Do not touch anything. Go.”

Your dad shoves himself back into his jeans with clumsy hands, face dark red. You step back into the hallway. The two of you walk in tense silence to your sister’s bedroom. She follows just long enough to make sure you both go inside, then pulls the door shut behind you.

Through the door you hear her head downstairs. A moment later her voice reaches you, calm and controlled, speaking to your mom. You catch only fragments:

“…different video… just watch this one with me… it’s important…”

Whatever she’s showing Mom is clearly not the same penis-shrinking CEI file. The tone she uses is coaxing, almost gentle—the sound of someone guiding another person into a trance of their own.

Inside your sister’s room the silence is thick. Your dad sits heavily on the edge of her bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. You’re left standing near the desk. The leftover hypnosis commands—smaller, softer, swallow—still echo in your own head while the knowledge that your sister is downstairs putting your mom under a different kind of hypnosis settles over both of you.

Neither of you has spoken since she ordered you in here.

What do you do?

Stay quiet and wait like she ordered, listening to the muffled sounds of her talking to Mom downstairs while the tension in the room builds.

Look at your dad and quietly ask what he was thinking watching that video… and whether Mom is going to see the same one or something else.

Sit down across from him and admit, voice still rough from your own trance, that the video had been working on you too before Mom walked in.