You were wondering where Kate could have gone when you heard some moaning coming from downstairs. Quickly reacting, you decide to head down and investigate, a bit of worry in your mind pranging at your chest, yet arousal was oddly still there. As you quietly make your way down the stairs, you notice that the sounds were more pleasurable than horrified as you feared it would be, giving you some comfort, but it made it all the more confusing when you realize that those voices belong to Kate ...and Zoe and your mother? What in the world were they doing?
You make your way to the living room where you see quite a shocking sight: the coffee table in the centre was now gone and in its place was your family fucking Kate spit roast style! But it then occurred to you, 'How can they spit roast if mum and Zoe are girls? I'm sure we aren't kinky enough to have sex toys in the house so...' Hiding behind the doorway, you peek in close and confirm your suspicions: Zoe was in front of Kate, whose tattoos seemed to appear lighter for some reason as though they were fading away and lacked her rebellious piercings all over he body, gently gripping Kate's hair as she slowly moved her own new cock against her bobbing head. Whitney was rhythmically thrusting in and out of Kate's ass, her hands groping the young woman's perky butt, kneading it with the skill of a regular casanova.
It was mind spinning to see your sister and mother with male genitals now, fucking Kate as though it were nothing new. Even Kate was obviously enjoying the service of being fucked by the two. All three of them were moaning loudly with Kate's being muffled into Zoe's cock. It was also apparent that your family's chests seemed to be deflating with every thrust. Normally by this time, you would have either confronted them in this surreal situation or at least run away, but you couldn't help but stay and watch the sight just a little longer.
All the while, Zoe and Whitney were making strange comments about how Kate would make for a great wife to you or that you'd be a great wife to her, that she should join them in another session after another round of bunny porno, and other statements that seemed wildly out of context.
Soon, you realize that you probably shouldn't get caught and quietly hop your way back to your room, already sweaty from the voyeurism that just happened. Exhausted, you decided to take a nap in hopes that you'll be able to calm down.