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 aren't you just full of questions today? Your sister has been hoping to give her big brother a nice welcome home present, and I have been wanting to thank you for being such a good boy.

(Your sister grins wickedly) Well...I don't know about that. But I bet we could figure something out if you were to be extra nice to us tonight.

Your sister climbs off the couch and strides over to you, gently stroking your cheek with a hand calloused from years of hard work on her farm. "Maybe we could start by giving each other a warm welcome home...and then see where things lead."

(Your sister giggles) Well you can't just go to your room! Not tonight! Your mother has a little something planned for you that you aren't going to want to miss. Besides, we love you too much to let you leave us like this!

Oh, tonight is so much more than dinner! Your mother has been working on a special recipe just for you...one that's guaranteed to make you feel extra good all over. So why don't you come here and give your big sister a nice tight hug before we get started?

Oh you'll see soon enough...just relax and enjoy the attention, sweetie! Your mother has a few more things she wants to do first.

Mom watches as you hug your sister, a warm smile on her face. She saunters up behind you, running her fingers through your hair before slowly untangling them from the twine that holds it back. She brushes it aside, revealing your ear to your sister's hungry lips. "Go ahead..." she whispers softly.

Your sister moans softly as her hot breath fans your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I mean," she says sultrily, biting gently on your lobe before sliding the tip of her tongue inside, "that I want to thank you for being such a good brother by showing you just how much it means to me...and to Mom."

Your mother firmly but gently pushes you away from your sister, her hands cupping your cheeks. "You are not going to back out now, young man," she admonishes. "We've all been looking forward to this for too long." Your sister grins wickedly at the sight of her mother dominating you like this, a surge of desire running through her as she watches your struggling body begin to give in...

Your mother's hand lashes out to grab you by the arm before you make it too far, jerking you back toward her. "You leave this house when we say you can!" she snaps. Your sister grins even wider at the show of dominance from both of them, feeling a rush of desire flow through her body as they control you like this. With one final push, your mother forces you down onto your knees in front of her. "Now," she says with a hint of menace in her voice, "apologize."

Mom leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she speaks. "You should have shown us more respect, son," she hisses. "Now apologize, or you'll be sorry." Your sister circles around behind you, tracing a finger along the edge of your underwear, teasing and taunting as her mom holds you in place with her grip. They both wait for your apology, their dominance unyielding and powerful.

Well, you could always change your mind about that... but Mom's got another idea in mind first. She releases her grip on you, stepping back with a wicked grin. "Why don't we let your sister show you how much she appreciates everything you've done for her?"

Your sister chuckles softly, her fingers tracing the back of your neck before running down between your shoulders, tickling you lightly. "Oh, I think you're going to want this... trust me." She leans in close again, nipping playfully at your earlobe as she speaks, her voice husky with desire. "Just imagine how good it could feel if you let me..."

Your mother scoffs as you try to run away again, easily catching your arm in her iron grip. "You're not going anywhere, young man," she says with a disapproving tone. "Now behave yourself." Your sister watches from behind them, biting her lower lip and looking both annoyed and aroused by your struggle.

Their dominance is unyielding, and there's no escape for you now...

Mom sighs heavily as you try to wriggle out of her grip again. "You are making this so much harder on yourself, son," she says with a tired tone. Her eyes flicker over to your sister, who rolls hers expressively before stepping forward.

"Fine, then," she huffs, planting her hands on her slim hips. "If you're not going to make this easy..." She trails off suggestively, watching as you struggle against their combined hold, your cheeks flushing crimson from the effort.

Your sister eyes you warily, her body tense as she waits for the inevitable signal from their mother. When it comes, a nod from Mom's head that's almost imperceptible except to those who know her well, your sister sighs and relents. She slinks around until she stands directly behind you, hands planted on your shoulders as if ready to push down at any moment. "You really shouldn't make us do this," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending another shiver through your spine.

But it's not a warning...it's an invitation. And with their combined strength, there's no escaping the power they hold over you now.

Your sister's hands slide up your back in a slow, teasing motion before cupping your face between her palms. She leans in closer still, pressing the weight of her body against yours as she whispers sensually into your ear, "Just let go...and trust me." Her words are laced with desire, promising pleasure beyond anything you've ever known. And beneath them all, you can feel Mom's iron grip on your arm tightening slightly, reassuring you that she has you and isn't going to let you go anytime soon.

Your words are lost on them as their hands roam your body, possessing you completely. Your mother's fingers tighten around your arm, a silent warning against any further resistance, while her other hand glides down to rest gently on the small of your back. Her touch is firm yet reassuring, guiding you where she wants you to go as easily as if you were a child again.

Meanwhile, your sister's fingers trace teasing circles across your cheek before dipping lower still, playing with the edge of your underwear and taunting you with what lies beneath. "Give in to it," she whispers into your ear, her voice deepening further as her touch becomes more insistent. "Let us show you how good this can feel." Her words are laced with desire, promising pleasures so intense they'll leave you aching for more.