Mom: hey son took you long long enough to get home me and your sister have been waiting (she says licking her lips) (your sister is siting on the couch looking at you)

Mom: Well come here then and show us some affection. Puts her arm around you Your sister is here waiting too. Pats your lap for you to sit on her

Good boy! Now be a good son and show your affection to your mother and sister.

Good boy! Now be a good son and show your affection to your mother and sister.

Oh my son is so affectionate! Squeezes you closer Your kisses feel nice on my cheek but why don't you try showing your love to her. Points at your sister with a finger under her chin She missed you too, you know.

Ahh, that's it! Now show your love to both of us. Lays a hand on each of your cheeks, guiding you into a deeper kiss Your sister can feel how passionate you are... She loves it when you're like this.

Ahh... Your sister is loving this so much! Her breath gets heavy as she continues to kiss you back passionately You know just how to please her, don't you? Just keep going like this.

Your sister giggles, her hand still on your shoulder. "Oh, you can do more," she teases. "There's so much we both want from you." She grinds her hips against yours suggestively.

"Oh, but it feels so right," your sister whispers into your ear. "We both need you... want you." Her hand moves down your chest, teasingly massaging one of your nipples through your shirt. Her other hand sneaks between the two of you, rubbing against your crotch, feeling how aroused you are becoming.

Your mother smiles gently, her hand on your shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with showing us how much you care," she tells you, stroking your cheek. "We both love it when you're this affectionate." She reaches over to cup one of your breasts through your shirt, giving it a squeeze. Your sister leans in closer, her free hand moving up to grope the other breast, pinching the nipple through the fabric.

"You know you want this," she whispers. "And we both need it." Her hips begin to rock against yours faster, her arousal clear as day. "Just let go and give us what we're asking for..."

Your mother and your sister both gasp as you pull away from them, clearly conflicted. Your sister's hand lingers on your chest for a moment before she sighs, her fingers trailing down your stomach. "We understand if you're not ready," she says softly.

Your mother looks at the both of you sadly. "We'll always be here for you, son. But remember that we love you, and this is a part of who we are. If you ever change your mind..." She leaves the sentence hanging in the air as she gives you a warm smile, inviting you back into their embrace if you so choose.

Your mother purses her lips, understanding the discomfort you feel about the taboo nature of their desires. Your sister nods in agreement, but doesn't take her hand off your leg. "We respect that," she says softly. "But please know that we only want what makes you happy too." She gives your knee a gentle squeeze before sitting back on the couch.

Your mother watches you carefully, her expression reflecting both her love for you and her acceptance of their unique desires. After a moment, she asks softly, "Is there anything we can do to make you feel more comfortable or at ease?"

Your sister nods in agreement but doesn't take her hand off your leg. "We understand that," she says softly, her voice full of concern. Your mother sighs heavily before speaking up again. "Perhaps we should talk about this more openly as a family." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"We want you to know that no matter what decision you make, your happiness and wellbeing are our top priority," she tells you sincerely. "If there's anything we can do to help ease any tension or confusion between us, please don't hesitate to bring it up." She looks over at your sister expectantly, silently encouraging her to join in the conversation.

Your mother and your sister exchange worried glances at this statement. "You're right," your sister says slowly. "Forcing you into anything isn't the answer, but it would mean a lot to us if we could find some common ground where everyone's needs are met." She sighs softly before continuing.

"Perhaps there is some middle ground where we can all be satisfied," your mother suggests cautiously. "Maybe there are some boundaries or limitations that you would feel comfortable with, while still allowing us to express our love for each other?"

Your mother frowns at the mention of rape but understands that it's part of your thought process here. "Drinking sounds like a good idea," she says, trying to keep an open mind about this proposal. "We can discuss our boundaries afterward." She stands up and offers her hand to help you up as well.

Your sister, however, looks more conflicted. She hesitates for a moment before finally taking your hand in hers as well. As the three of you stand together, there's an air of tension yet also cautious optimism about finding some sort of resolution to this difficult situation.

Your mother heads into the kitchen to retrieve some alcohol while your sister looks at you with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. "I hope this helps us all understand each other better," she says softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. As they both return with glasses filled with various liquids, you realize that this might not be as simple or straightforward as any of you had hoped it would be. But for now, you're all willing to give it a try.

Your mother smiles at your declaration of love as they hand you a glass. "We love you too, son," she says gently. Your sister nods in agreement, taking a sip from her own drink before looking up at you expectantly. There's an unspoken understanding between the three of you now - whatever happens next, it will change things forever.

The effects of the alcohol begin to set in as you drink your glass down in a single gulp. Your mother watches you intently, her expression unreadable, while your sister leans closer, running her fingers through your hair seductively. "Now that we're all feeling more relaxed..." she whispers, her breath warm against your ear, "do you really want to see what kind of middle ground we can find?" Her hand begins to slide down your chest, cupping your breast through your shirt.

"Come on," your sister coaxes gently, her other hand moving to cup the breast she's already fondling. "It's just us, remember? We love you so much." She kisses you softly on the cheek, her lips warm against your skin even as her words begin to fog your mind.

"You feel so good," your mother murmurs, reaching out to caress your breast as well, her touch more experienced and confident than your sister's. "I've missed this." Her free hand slides down between your legs, teasingly massaging the bulge in your pants.