Jon walked out of the room and downstairs, shocked to see what appeared to be his sister Zoe on the couch, in a tight black leather dress cut low enough to show a generous amount of cleavage, and spike heels much higher than his that made him wince when he saw them. On top of her neck, though, was his father's head. "She" smelled odd, and appeared to be used to this. "She" got up and walked over to Jon, hips swinging back and forth, and kissed him furiously, breasts mashing against each other and unaware that Jon wasn't reciprocating and that, once "she" got further, "she" smelled as if she hadn't changed clothes or taken them off for ANY reason for several days.
Jon pulled away and stared. "Dad?!" She looked up at him, looking slightly disgusted. "Jon? Is that you? I'm sorry, I thought... ugh.." Zoe's voice coming out of his father's mouth was disconcerting, to say the least.
"What's that smell?" Zoe-dad stepped away, embarrassed. "Sorry... Zoe is refusing to help me take this dress off. She said I should know how it feels to wear what I always yelled at her for wearing. My panties have been full for two days... my stockings are ruined, and my feet hurt so much in these boots. She wasn't wearing a bra, either. But poor Mikey, he's worse off than I am."
Jon decided to get away from his "father" and see what happened to Mikey, going back upstairs and heading towards Mikey's room.
