Mom: hey son took you long long enough to get home me and your sister have been waiting (she says licking her lips) (your sister is siting on the couch looking at you)

Mom: We've been talking about how you've been acting lately... being mean to your classmates, getting into fights at school, your grades slipping. Your sister and I think that maybe it has something to do with all that built up frustration inside of you.

Futa sister: You know we love you Maddie, right? We just want what's best for you...

Mom: So, we thought we could help you out. Maybe if we released some of that tension... made you feel better...

(Your sister grins seductively at you while your mom gently takes your hand) Your sister stands up and presses her body against yours, her hardening member rubbing against your crotch as she whispers into your ear. "Just relax... let us take care of everything." Your mom follows suit, guiding your hands to rest on their ample curves.

Your sister laughs softly into your ear. "Don't worry, sweetie. We're not going to tell anyone. It's just for us... to help you feel better." Your mother smiles warmly at you, her fingers squeezing gently as they guide yours up and down over her supple breasts.

Your sister gives your crotch a squeeze through your pants before leaning forward to nip at your neck playfully. "Come on, Maddie," she whispers. "Just let us make you feel good... don't you want that?" Your mother meets your gaze, her expression softening as she cups a breast in each hand, offering them to you for comfort or release.

Your sister pouts prettily as she looks into your eyes. "Aww, come on sweetie. You know you want this." She leans in to kiss you lightly on the lips before pulling back with a grin. "I can be really persuasive when I want to be..." Your mother's breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "And so can I."

Your mother looks you in the eye, her expression serious for once. "Maddie, we're not going to force you into anything. We just want what's best for you. But if this is what you truly need..." She lets the sentence trail off, leaving the decision up to you.

Mom's expression softens as she looks into your eyes. "I understand, sweetheart. But sometimes we need to do things we don't want to in order to feel better. Just trust us, okay?" Your sister nibbles on your earlobe gently before whispering seductively, "Just let go and enjoy it... for both our sakes."