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You’re staring out your bedroom window into the neighbor’s yard.

Into Aunt Tessa’s yard. Your mother’s twin sister looks great in her cut-off shorts as she’s working in the garden. You have the perfect view of her. You groan at how great she looks. Even though she’s your mother’s identical twin, there’s something hot and wild about Aunt Tessa.

Maybe it’s the fact she’s never married and yet you have a cousin named Alice.

Maybe it’s the fact she has that heart-shaped tattoo on her arm and you’ve seen the sort of guys she hangs out with. Guys with motorcycles that no doubt fuck her hard like the dirty slut she is. It’s enough to make your cock hard. You want to stroke one off, but you have school soon.

So many women to jerk off to. Mrs. Robertson and Mrs. Rose, your sexy teachers. Mrs. Smith, the MILF up the street, and her busty, twin daughters Daisy and Lily. That hot jogger that runs through your neighborhood. Your dad’s sister, Aunt Mindy and her three daughters, Cousins Mary, Rachel, and Anna. Uncle Tim’s hot wife, Aunt Veronica plus their daughter, Georgia. Mrs. Steele, the reverend’s MILF wife. Mrs. Rogers, the head of the choir with tits that you love to watch while she’s singing.

So many hot women.

“Breakfast!” your mother calls through the house.

No one dares misses breakfast or they’ll get dad’s belt across their ass. Not even Stephanie, your little sister, gets away. Certainly not your older sister, Janelle. You rip your gaze away from that lush, Auntie-MILF ass and head for your bedroom door, your cock stiff in your jeans.

Janelle’s going to rag on you if she sees it.

Just as you reach the door, your smart watch dings. You glance at the text message from The Tree.

“The fuck,” you mutter and shake your head. Lot of weird spam out there.

Stephanie almost barrels you over as she darts by, her brassy-brown hair gathered into a pair of pigtails that flap behind her. She’s wearing a girlish, pink skirt and a pair of white tights. She rushes down the stairs.

“Hey, watch where you’re running,” you shout. You glance to your right to see Janelle emerging from her bedroom in a pair of hip-hugging skinny jeans and a gray belly shirt that leaves her flat navel bare. “You believe that shit?”

Janelle just walks right on by with that little sneer on her lips. She has resting bitch face at the best of times.

“Oh, ignoring me,” you say as you watch her go. You’re not ignoring that ass. You know you shouldn’t be staring at her ass, but… She can compete with your Aunt Tessa.

You step out of your room and head down the hallway. The sounds of egg and bacon can be heard. You frown and head downstairs to find your family gathering around the table. Mom and Dad are at the head. Janelle and Stephanie are on either side. Your chair is missing. You frown at that and don’t see a plate for you.

“Hey, Mom, where’s my food?” you ask, opening the counter to get out your own food.

“Let’s say Grace,” your dad says. He’s like an older version of you, a heavier set, his hair brown instead of black, and balding, but you look just like him. You’re definitely his son.

Janelle rolls her eyes and reluctantly takes your parents’ hands. Stephanie does it with Grace. You let out a shocked, “Uhhhhh.”

“Heavenly Father,” your Father prayers as you just stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do. “Amen.”

Stephanie digs in. Janelle picks up a piece of bacon. Your mother in a purple housecoat picks at her eggs, all whites. Same as your Dad, which he hates. But he has that high cholesterol. He looks at his phone, reading the news while Stephanie babbles.

“Uh, what’s going on?” you ask seeing there’s no extra bacon or eggs. “Did you forget I was home, Mom?”

They’re all ignoring you.

“Uh, hey, I’m right here,” you say, waving your hand. “Hello.”

“You going to be home tonight?” Dad asks Janelle as she stands up, only half her food eaten.

“Probably,” she says.

“Probably?” he asks. “You’re going to be home. And is that all you’re eating.”

“I’m dieting,” she says and walks towards the sink. She steps around you as you wave your hand in her face. She starts dumping the food into the trash while your stomach rumbles.

“Hey, what gives?” you ask.

“I’m going to be home, Daddy,” Stephanie says.

“Of course you are,” he says, rubbing her forehead. “You’re daddy’s little angel.”

Janelle makes a retching sound. She then bends over the counter and starts playing with her phone. “Hurry up and eat so I can take you to school,” she says. “God, I hate that you’re in my high school.”

“Uh, don’t you hate driving me to school, too?”

She doesn’t look at you.

“What is going on?” you ask.

Your mom stands up, her face as gorgeous as her twin’s but lacks your aunt’s predatory hunger. Her house robe opens and her pink, silk nightie appears. Her large breasts strain it. She stretches, thrusting them out.

“Mom!” You gasp. She never lets her robe come undone. Her nipples poke hard at the satiny material.

What the hell is going on here. You stand in front of her and wave your hands before her face. She doesn’t react at all. You grab her wrist, feeling her smooth skin. She always puts aloe vera lotion on it. you can feel it.

Nothing.

“Mom!” You’re starting to panic. Are you here? You turn and spot Stephanie pulling out her phone. She’s video chatting with one of her friends, an Asian girl named Hikaru. You duck down behind Stephanie’s head and see your face in the corner with hers.

Not invisible.

You don’t get this. You turn and spot the family portrait on the wall. It was taken only a few weeks ago, everyone in their Sunday best. Stephanie’s beaming in her cute, pink dress. Mom looks elegant in her purple. Dad looks handsome in his suit and Janelle has this grimace instead of a smile, her body covered up more than usual.

And there’s no you.

You should be in your suit just behind Stephanie, your hands on your little sister’s shoulders. But there’s no one there.

“What the fuck?” you gasp. This can’t be happening. You are here. You can touch them. There has to be a way to get your family’s attention.

You look at mom, her large breast smoldered by her silk nightie, her nipples so hard. If you grabbed her there, she would notice. Or what about your sister’s ass. Janelle is bent over, her denim hugging those two perfect hemispheres. And what about Stephanie. You could grab her shoulders, bend over, and give her a kiss on the cheek. She would notice that.

You have to be real. You have to exist.

What do you choose?

Poll ends April 29th

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