As your father begins pleasuring himself once more, you can't help but feel a strange sense of contentment wash over you. You close your eyes and rest your head on his pillow, listening to the rhythmic slapping sound of his hand against his cock. The smell of his semen fills the air around you, mingling with the familiar scent of his body.

For a moment, it almost feels like this is how it's supposed to be...

You drift off to sleep as your father continues to masturbate beside you. In your dreams, you find yourself back in the house with him, but everything is different. He isn't addicted to masturbation; he's attentive and loving. You feel safe and secure in his presence, never once worrying about what might come next or how much of his time is spent jerking off.

It feels like a perfect dream...

"Alright," your father says with a chuckle as he starts the car. "But be careful, okay? And make sure you're comfortable before we get going." He glances over at you out of the corner of his eye as you eagerly remove your clothes, revealing your naked body to him for the first time in years. The sight makes his heart skip a beat and causes an unexpected stirring below the belt.

"Um...sure," he says hesitantly, clearing his throat. He leans over and spits on your exposed penis, a mixture of saliva and adrenaline making it glisten in the light. "There ya go."

You take the fleshlight from where you placed it between your legs and position it at the entrance to your body. The tight heat envelops you as you begin to thrust into it, moaning with pleasure. Your father watches in fascination, his own arousal growing stronger by the second.

The sun peeks through the curtains, casting warm light across the room as it rises. You wake with a start, realizing that you've fallen asleep while holding Jazzlyn close. She looks so peaceful and content in your arms, her cheek resting against your chest and one of her legs still draped over your waist.

You gently stroke her hair, smiling down at her as she begins to stir awake. "Morning," you whisper, kissing her forehead. She says, "Good morning. Sleep well?"

Jazzlyn smiles up at you, her eyes still sleepy but filled with love. "I hope so too. I can't think of anything better than waking up like this every morning." She yawns cutely and stretches, her body pressing against yours in a way that leaves little doubt about how comfortable she is with the arrangement.

Mr. Wonka chuckles darkly, his gaze flickering momentarily between you and Megan before returning to meet your eyes. "An interesting idea," he muses, "but we must be careful not to overdo it. A delicate balance must be maintained." He pauses, considering the implications of what you've suggested. "Very well," he says finally, "let us begin researching such a drug immediately. Perhaps with Megan and Aimee as our guinea pigs..."

I'll gather whatever ingredients we need and begin experimenting right away. With your guidance, I'm sure we can create something that will keep them both compliant and eager to please.

The doctor nods, understanding your concern. "Yes, you'll need to climb underneath the horse. The orderlies will help guide you into position and make sure everything is secure." They assist Megan in climbing onto the stallion, positioning her beneath its massive erection. Once she's in place, they buckle a harness around her waist and attach it to a set of rings on either side of the horse's saddle.

"Okay," the doctor says with a reassuring smile. "

The orderlies nod and step back, giving Megan some space to adjust while they remain close by in case she needs anything. The horse shifts restlessly, its massive member pressing against your sister's exposed sex. She gasps, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement as the animal begins to move beneath her.

The doctor watches carefully from nearby, taking notes on Megan's reactions and ensuring that everything proceeds safely and consensually.

You smile, running your fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. "Me too," you reply truthfully. "But remember...I'm here for more than just tonight as well." You chuckle softly, enjoying the feeling of her warm body pressed against yours. She hums in agreement, arching her back slightly to press her breasts even tighter against your chest.

The moon continues to shine through the window, casting a soft glow over the two of you as you lie together, content and sated.

Time passes slowly, filled with lazy kisses and gentle caresses. The big-titty gyaru girl eventually rolls off you, though she remains close enough that their bodies are still touching in places. She idly plays with one of your hands, tracing patterns on your skin with her fingertips as you drift off to sleep.

When morning comes, she slips out of bed quietly, leaving a note on the nightstand that simply reads: "Thank you for last night. I'll see you soon."