Modern Family

***Author's note - any character mentioned in this story has celebrated their 18th birthday - at least a few days ago. Since this is a "choose your own adventure" story, please do not be shocked at what you find. You make the choices - don't yell at me. You have been warned***

Phil finally got an offer on the house of his dreams. The commission alone would bump the Dunphy family into the next tax bracket, which was fortunate considering the money he had to shell out for his three kids. With college looming in the near future, they had to save as much money as they could in the next few years.

He sighed as he sat behind the wheel, stopped at a traffic light about five minutes away from his home, rubbing the back of his neck. Although the money was good, he was glad he didn't see this kind of sale that often. Phil hated having an open house of such a large home. Usually, the buyers would have to bring their own sales reps, but today, he had three couples scheduled at once, and keeping track of them had been a nightmare. One couple had managed to get themselves locked into the basement as he was showing the other two the second floor, and he hadn't noticed until he had been getting ready to leave that their car was still parked behind his. After he noticed, it had only taken him thirty minutes to find them.

Another couple had purposefully spilled water on the bathroom floor, then the woman had "slipped", supposedly hitting her head on the vanity. She hadn't realized the house had been set up for a virtual tour system, so the act of spilling the water and the pretend fall had been caught on camera, which saved Phil his job. The husband started clutching his chest as Phil showed the couple the video feed, prompting Phil to have to call an ambulance anyway.

That hadn't even been the worse part.

After the ambulance had departed, taking the man to the hospital, followed closely by his wife, he couldn't find the third couple. He assumed both other couples had left in the ruckus, and had gone around the house, opening the doors the people left open. "Well, looks like another wasted day," he muttered as he approached the kitchen.

He pushed open the door, walking in to check the back slider, when he saw the last couple in the kitchen. The fact they were there didn't startle him as much as the fact they were both completely naked, facing toward the hallway he had just come down, the woman standing in front of the man, her large breasts bouncing as the man fucked her roughly from behind. One of his hands was around her waist, holding her slim stomach, the other pulling her hair, raising her torso so Phil could clearly see her body.

As he sat in the car, the woman's breasts floated into his mind, and he licked his lips at the memory. He remembered when they had arrived at the house, the woman looking so much like his father-in-law's wife, Gloria, that she could have been Gloria's long lost sister, and then to see her naked... Phil had been trying to see Gloria naked since the day he met her, and this had been too close to the real thing to be ignored. _At least I have the video, _he thought at the light changed, and he resumed his drive home.

Phil thought the couple would have been embarrassed at being caught, but the only one that even showed the slightest bit of shame had been Phil. The couple had kept fucking, the man's hand moving from the woman's waist to her breasts, as if to make sure Phil saw them, pinching her nipples one after another until he slammed forward a final time, driving the woman's hips into the island top, quite obviously filling her with cum.

They didn't seem to care that their sex had a witness - in fact, the woman had pressed her panties into Phil's hand after the couple had dressed, leaving him to wander after them as they made their way to the front door.

For the second time, he thought the day wasted as he watched the car drive away, the panties still in his trembling hand, his cock as hard as stone. He went into the kitchen, knowing he had to make sure they hadn't left a mess, cringing at the thought of it, then realized what he had seen. A car parked behind him, blocking him into this albatross of a house.

He started searching upstairs, thinking they had stayed up there while the first couple tried to scam him, but there was no sign of them. He ran from room to room, to find them, but with no luck. Then a brain storm hit, and he started watching the video feed, his finger somehow replaying the different angles of the Gloria-esque woman as she and her husband fucked themselves silly in the house, his free hand unconsciously rubbing the front of his slacks at his throbbing cock.

When he finally got far enough back to follow the missing couple through the house, he realized that they had peeled off when the ambulance was there, making their way into the basement, past the couple that had started kissing in the kitchen, and into the basement. That was when the couple had really started going at it, moving furniture in their passion, pushing the heavy kitchen table against the basement door, blocking it closed before she had laid on the table for what turned out to be a multiple position session. Phil was tempted to watch the couple again, maybe get his rocks off, but realized it would be caught on tape as well, so he reluctantly put his phone in his pocked and went back to the kitchen.

Sure enough, there was weak knocking at the door, and Phil knocked back. "Someone put the table in front of the door, and I don't think I can move it myself," he called through the heavy door. "When I say push, you push as I pull!"

"Ok," the man wheezed, then started pushing on the door before Phil could even start. "Wait a minute!" he shouted, shaking his head. He knew he wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but even he knew enough to wait. He got into position, then shouted "NOW!"

The table moved slightly, pushed by the door while he pulled, just enough to allow the couple to squeeze out of the basement. Phil panted as he rested his hands on the table, realizing in the back of his mind that his hands were exactly where the woman's ass had been as her husband had pushed his cock into her.

"We'll take it," the man had said after catching his breath. "This is the first house we've seen with an in-law suite in the basement."

As Phil turned onto his street, he remembered his disbelief at the offer the man made. Apparently he had expected the other couples had made offers as well, and went $75 thousand over asking price just for the pleasure of having his in-laws live with him, and who was he to deny his customer anything - even if the customer had been stupid enough not to try the outside door just because he was afraid of being locked out of the house, and lose his chance at bidding on the house!

He pulled into his drive, his hands shaking with glee at the sale, and horny as hell, hoping Claire was home - or at least hoping the house was empty. He had to get his rocks off somehow, even if he had to take care of it himself.

Phil almost ran to the door, flinging it open, not even looking to see if there were other cars in the driveway, and found...