Jon's first night was strange, to say the least. Once Karyn left, he had hoped that some sort of normalcy would occur. In a way, it did.
His Playboy-bunny-bodied mother, thanks to Karyn's wish, immediately set off to prepare dinner for the family. At the end of the day, when the family got home, this is exactly what she would have been doing. Watching her dance provocatively, practically naked, rubbing butter all over her body whenever she caught Jon's eye, that was a bit too much.
Jon's dad, dressed like a stereotypical scene girl, promptly instructed Jon to, like, totally finish up his homework before he, like, wasted his time jerking off to that totally skanky ho. Then, of course, the patron bounded upstairs to listen to some Death Cab for Cutie.
Mikey, or Michelle, kept pestering Jon, showing up in his room every few minutes clad in a new array of lingerie, encouraging him to take advantage of a new deal. Jon found it difficult to concentrate on math every time his brother bent over, squeezed his breasts together, or suggestively ran his fingers over his body.
No brother is built to see that unscathed.
By the time dinner came around, Jon was having a difficult time keeping his penis flacid. He tried to ignore the fact that his mother sat next to him instead of her usual seat, but when she began to rub her hands on Jon's inner thighs (while asking her son how his day was), he came to full mast.
He shovelled his food, then quickly excused himself from the table so as to avoid any further awkwardness. Hiding away in his room, Jon climbed under the covers with the light off and watched the minutes tick down on his clock, hoping that soon sleep would rescue him from his prison.
Unfortunately, before bed, Jon had company...
