Your Family's Loving Conspiracy

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The goal is to make this an exploratory/adventure style of game-play, with a (small) sexy world you can explore at your leisure. Each level is a progression in time, with a different mission per level.

ALSO NOTE: This is very much IN-PROGRESS (especially the game controls). But I will be working on it consistently over the next few months. Welcome!

"Family meeting," Dave enters the living room followed by Mom.

Dawn and Rebecca are both there, lounging on the sofa in lingerie. Dawn, 18 and in her last year of high school, is in cute cotton panties with hearts and a tight T-shirt. Rebecca, 23 recently returned home to work in Dave's company, is in a satin tap-pants and camisole combination. Rebecca turns off the TV.

"Next week is finals week for Paul," Mom explains. "Which means he will be coming home for the summer."

"He's going to ruin everything," whines Dawn, flopping back onto the sofa.

"And just when things were beginning to get fun," Rebecca agrees. She thinks about how she and Dawn have almost succeeded in seducing Dave, their new hunky Step Dad into having sex with them. Damn it! she thinks. Stupid Paul, always coming in at just the wrong time and sticking his nosey nose into her private business, just like always!

"What do we doooo?" Dawn asks. "I like it when it's just us. Your harem." Dawn strokes a hand down her body, trying to entice Dave into lust. Dave was just so DAMN SEXY, and so DAMN HOT, Dawn thinks to herself. Why won't he fuck me? It's so frustrating!! I just need more time to work on him. I just know he'll come around, or 'cum' around, she giggles to herself.

"Can't we just tell him to go to summer school or something?" she continues. "Or maybe send him away to intern someplace, like in Alaska? Or Fiji?"

"We can't do that, sweetie," Mom says. "He's family. But maybe there's another way."

"What are you thinking?" Dave asks.

"Well, I've noticed that Paul has certain... predilections. Maybe we can use them, to make Paul... more... amenable."

"What in the world are you talking about?"

"Well, we've all caught him spying on us, haven't we?"

"Fucking peeping Tom," Rebecca rolls her eyes. "I had to put a piece of masking tape over my keyhole."

"And that hole in the wall, behind the air vent to my room?" Dawn says. "Perv!"

"Exactly," says Mom. "Also last year, I caught him rooting around in my hamper."

"He stole my bra," said Rebecca. "I know it."

"It's hidden inside his dressing drawers, underneath the bottom drawer."

"Okay, so he's something of a creep. But honestly, I can't blame him. You are all so gorgeous. But what are you thinking, Lauren?" Dave asks Mom.

"Don't you see? The problem with having Paul here is that we will all feel self conscious having another Man in the house. We'll have to cover up and act proper and be less... intimate, with each other. But what if Paul wasn't like that? What if Paul was... more like us?"

"Oh, interesting," Dawn says. catching on immediately.

"So you mean... what if Paul..." Rebecca says, moving ahead to the next logical step.

"What do you mean, more like us?" Dawn asks.

"What if Paul became another member of the Harem?" Mom says, smiling. "He has delicate features. I think he'd be quite beautiful."

"I'm liking where this is headed," Dave says, with a wicked grin. "A transgender harem girl," Dave adjusts the crotch of his dress pants, realizing the thought excites him. Another pretty girl traipsing in lingerie around the house to dote on his every need? But this one is different, because she has a penis. Yes yes yes, he could see the logic in that. "But could you really make him do it?"

"I know Paul better than he knows himself," Mom says. "I think that all it will take is a bit of heavy encouragement. Girls?"

"I'm in!" says Dawn, grinning. She's already coming up with ideas!

"Piece of cake," says Rebecca. "We'll use his predilections against him."

"Exactly," Mom agrees.

"Then let's do it," Dave says, grinning. "I am SO looking forward to seeing how this turns out. Poor Paul."

"Or maybe not," Mom says, cryptically.