Incest in Another Dimension 2

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In the first few hours of his new reality in a strange alternate dimension where some things are exactly the same, some slightly altered, some significantly changed and where other things either do or don't exist contrary to all he knows, Corey has met new versions of his twin sister, stepsister, cousin and best friend. Who he hasn't met yet is his mother Marnie. What will Corey's mother be like in this crazy new world? Read Chapter 2 of 'Incest in Another Dimension' to find out.

All characters and situations in this story are completely fictional, with any similarity to real people living, dead or stuck in alternate realities coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and over are involved in any sexual activity. Please enjoy and be sure to rate and comment, as feedback is always welcome.

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The drizzle falling all over Brisbane began to pick up again as Scott and I put my bike and helmet into the back of the car, with Jamie jumping into the driver's seat and me in the front passenger seat, still struggling with the possibility that I had somehow slipped into a parallel dimension. A dimension where some things were exactly the same, others things were slightly altered, things that were completely different and other things that either were completely missing from, there when they shouldn't have been, or did not exist in the normal world I had left.

"Don't forget the football tonight," said Scott.

"I'll be there," I said, pondering if perhaps by the time the Titans and Tigers game started, I would have slipped back to my normal reality.

Jamie started the car and we waved to Scott and Vicki as she backed down the driveway, me looking at the petite, pretty, pajama-clad teenager with her red hair in a high pony-tail as she drove down the road, scarcely able to believe that just yesterday she was a boy. And that I had just fucked her. In this reality, I was a cousin fucker.

"So, are you starting to feel better now?" Jamie asked, turning on the wipers as the drizzle turned to rain and the windscreen became saturated.

I nodded. "I think so."

"Good, because you're not normally like that," said Jamie. "I'm a sports science major, not a psychology major, I have no idea why my cousin woke up thinking that there was no daylight savings in Queensland and freaking out over New York City for some reason."

"You study sports science?" I asked. Girl Jamie in this world was obviously much more intelligent and studious than boy Jamie in the 'real' world.

"Yes, of course, you sound surprised. Don't tell me you'd forgotten that Corey, as well as everything else?" Jamie looked at me curiously.

"Um no, just maybe still getting back to normal," I said. Reaching into my backpack, I got my phone and quickly looked up my sister, stepsister and cousin on social media to see what they actually did so I didn't look stupid and completely nuts. Morgan as before was a trainee nurse, Heather was studying to be a physiotherapist and worked part time in an ice-cream shop and Jamie was studying sports science and worked part time at a DVD hire store. Wait, a DVD hire store? When was the last time I saw one of those? I guessed 2012 before it closed too, and the building had a long time vacant with a 'For Lease' sign, before becoming one of those boutique fitness centers.

"Your Mum asked me to fill up the car," said Jamie as she drove further up the road and turned into a petrol station.

I nodded and wouldn't have paid much attention save for wondering how Jamie with her bare feet would walk across the dirty service station concrete, then noticed that she had a pair of flip-flop thongs on the car floor for her to wear. I then noticed something far more interesting -- the type of petrol station it was. The brand was Golden Fleece, a company gone for years. It of course was not a Golden Fleece brand service station yesterday, nor the day before, but clearly it was now. This also explained how I saw a car with a Golden Fleece sticker the other night. Obviously this iconic Australian brand still existed in this strange alternate reality. Which other brands still existed? And which familiar brands from the 'real' world did not? I had no idea.

Jamie put on her flip-flops and went to fill up the car, me noticing some teenage boys on bikes perving on her in her pretty cartoon rabbit pajamas and her red hair up in a pony-tail. They weren't the only ones perving. At a nearby bowser a guy in his 30s was so absorbed in looking at Jamie as he filled up the car that it started to overflow. His heavily pregnant wife, trying to sort out a squabble between their toddler son and daughter in the back of the car, was anything but impressed by the situation.

I looked up Scott's social media, trying to figure out why he had become a cop instead of going into IT which had always been his passion. There were no apparent clues, but there were plenty of photos of him and Vicki together. One was at Byron Bay with the happy young couple holding hands with the lighthouse and blue sea in the background. Another was at the Gold Coast Hinterland and the scenic town of Mount Tambourine. Clearly it looked like a Sunday, the main street bustling as Scott and Vicki enjoyed some fudge together. There were other photos clearly taken the same day, one of Scott's parents who looked exactly the same. Also exactly the same was Scott's older sister Louise, her husband Mark and their young son and daughter.

Swiping through my phone, I looked up myself, and was relieved to see that I was still an accounting student who worked at the same department store and the same shopping center as before. It was fortunate in this reality I wasn't a trainee air traffic controller, or three years into medical school. Fuck that would have been a disaster.

A knock on the car's window made me jump, and to my relief it was Jamie, back from paying for the fuel. She laughed at the success of her practical joke, then came around and got into the driver's seat and started it up. Driving out of the service station, Jamie stopped for traffic, and I looked out the window at the large man walking towards the car, masticating a jam and cream-filled donut, some of the jam dripping on his tee-shirt through which his enormous stomach protruded. A tee-shirt that showed considerable stains from mud -- oh shit!

I looked out the car window and saw the fat man, the fat man looked into the car and saw me, and it was fortunate Jamie got a break in the traffic and took it, because the fat guy was not happy to see me again. And he wasn't about to let it go either.

"You!" he roared at me, shaking his fist and bellowing after the car. "You again! Get out of that car right now and come here so I can smash you! You heard me you asshole, get over here now piece of shit! I'm coming to get you! Do you hear me, you fucking dickhead? I'm going to kill you!"

Jamie glanced in the rear-view mirror as the enraged fat man, his face bright red and contorted with fury, but his voice was fading now as she drove away, increasing her speed.

"What did you do to upset Jabba the Hutt back there?" she asked.

"I um -- kind of splashed him with water when I cycled over," I said, wondering if the furious fat man existed in the real world, and if he did, what was his alternate personality like?

"Wow, he doesn't like you," Jamie said, shaking her head.

"No," I agreed, hoping I would not encounter him again.

Jamie laughed, seeming to read my mind. "Don't worry, I think all you would have to do if he came to get to you would be walk away briskly."

"I hope so," I said. Now it was my turn to laugh. "I like what you said, about him looking like Jabba the Hutt."

"Yeah, I think they could have designed Jabba the Hutt using him," Jamie agreed.

"I heard they designed the character from a cane toad," I said.

Jamie looked blankly at me. "What's a cane toad?"

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised given everything else that had happened, but it was still strange to hear this, especially from a Queenslander. Hastily, I looked up cane toads on my phone and showed the images to Jamie while she was stopped at a traffic light.

My cousin recoiled. "Ugh, what an ugly creature. I mean I love frogs, but those toads are just horrible. Like you said, just like Jabba the Hutt. I wouldn't want to meet one for real."

"I don't blame you," I said, reading an article on my phone about how cane toads were found in countries in Central and South America close to the tropics. There was however no mention of the invasive amphibians being introduced to Australia to control beetles in the sugar cane plantations of Queensland, and in the decades since then becoming a serious pest across the state, and spreading into the Northern Territory, Western Australia and New South Wales too.

"Adam is going to end up looking like Jabba the Hutt the way he is going," said Jamie. "That's if he's my brother this week, he might be my sister, or my non-binary hermaphrodite sibling with no clear gender, who uses these stupid they and them pronouns."

"Wait, what does Adam do?" I asked, still thinking about the Adam I knew, the arrogant, fit, very masculine male, with no sense of enjoyment for fiction at all.

"It's this new thing, Adam wants us to refer to him as them or they," said Jamie. "Like Mum will ask, 'Where is Adam?' and Dad or I are supposed to reply 'They're outside in the garden' rather than 'He's outside in the garden'. It's fucking stupid. Even Adam wanting us to refer to him as a girl was better than this."

"That sounds absolutely insane," I said.

"Yeah, tell me about it," said Jamie. "I mean, that nonsense was driving me so nuts at home, that's why I moved in with you guys. Adam was told so many times not to dress up in my clothes especially my underwear, if he wants to do that he has his own female clothes to wear. And look at the size of me and the size of him, it's ridiculous and creepy him trying to wear my bras and my knickers."

I was still getting used to Adam been a fat-ass in this reality as well as his younger brother now being a girl, so I nodded. "Yeah, it sounds creepy."

"And Adam's flabby man boobs are bigger than my natural boobs anyway," joked Jamie. "Creepiest though is where he was wearing my used period pads, you know getting them out of the garbage and putting them on, so that he can experience menstruation for himself."

"What?" I gasped.

"Yeah, creepy and inappropriate, not to mention gross and unhygienic," said Jamie. "I mean, one day I was on my period and I had to go to the toilet at school. I was trying to hurry between classes and combined with poor quality toilet paper, I didn't wipe my bottom properly and when I get home and change my pad there's two types of stains on it, I'll spare you the details. But later that night, we catch Adam wearing that same napkin after I'd thrown it out. Disgusting! I sometimes feel bad about moving out of home and leaving Mum and Dad to deal with Adam on their own. Mum's a nervous wreck half the time and he drives Dad absolutely bonkers, but I just couldn't take any more of that crap."

"I can understand that," I said.

"Adam needs to come out of the fictional world he lives in," said Jamie. "Even if it wasn't the tranny stuff, as you know he's always into fantasy and science fiction way too much. I mean, I like those sort of movies and books too, but I know its fiction. Adam though ..." Jamie shook her head, and allowed her voice to trail off.

"What's he up to now?" I was interested by how different Adam was in my new reality and what sort of things he did.

"Instead of looking for a job he's been writing these Star Wars fan fiction stories about how there was this boy from a galaxy far, far away who knew he was a girl, and one day he was transformed not only into a girl, but a powerful girl Jedi." Jamie shook her head and laughed. "Adam is convinced that studios are going to love his stories, convert them into screenplays and we'll have new Star Wars movies. I keep telling him, Star Wars is over, it's finished, four movies and that's your lot. There hasn't been a new Star Wars movie since 1999, and for obvious reasons there never will be another one."

"Four Star Wars movies? And none since 1999?" I was dumbfounded.

"Yeah, well Episodes four, five and six obviously -- Star Wars, Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi - from the late 70s and early 80s," said Jamie.

"What about the prequels, episodes one, two and three?" I asked. "And the new Star Wars movies since then?"

Again, Jamie laughed. "Prequels? Seriously Corey, I think this morning the real you was replaced by a clone from a galaxy far, far away. They never got made, you know they got stuck in development hell. The only Star Wars movie outside of the main three is Rogue Squad, in 1999. Oh well, technically five, there was that awful holiday special from the 1970s that no-one likes, not even my brother. Strangely though some guy asked to hire it the other day, we had to tell him sorry it's not in stock."

'Great, so even in this reality the Star Wars Holiday Special still exists,' I thought to myself. But what of this other strange Star Wars movie Jamie had mentioned?

"Rogue Squad?"

Jamie nodded. "Yeah, you know the one. They actually filmed it on the Gold Coast, where the Rebels have to get the Death Star plans? It's a really good movie, well you should know, you've seen it heaps of times. Claire Danes played the main role."

It didn't sound like a movie I had seen, but it did sound very much like an upcoming Star Wars movie I was looking forward to seeing when it was released -- about Christmas this year. Again, it seemed best to say very little and so I looked up this movie -- now 17-years-old -- online and saw that it was indeed very much as Jamie had described. It did indeed have an impressive cast from Australia and New Zealand among its credits, Guy Pearce playing the role of an Imperial military director charged with building the new Death Star. Some returned from the original films -- James Earl Jones as Darth Vader notably. The role of Grand Moff Tarkin had been taken over by English actor Jeremy Irons, with the original actor Peter Cushing having died and would have been too old to resurrect the role by the late 1990s anyway. I would indeed have to watch this 1999 movie I had apparently seen many times for the first time when I got a chance.

"I wonder why they never made the first three chapters of Star Wars?" I mused.

"Some of the guys at work are huge Star Wars nerds," said Jamie. "They were saying that nobody could come up with cohesive screenplays for the first three stories, working to a budget was a challenge given what they wanted to accomplish and there were doubts about how fans would react to three movies where the outcome was already known, even though Rogue Squad was a big success. Then when George Lucas died, any chance of further Star Wars movies died with him."

"But George Lucas isn't dead," I said. I really should have known better as I looked him up on my phone, and saw that in this reality he had died in 2003 from post-surgery complications after an appendectomy. I tried to appear casual in my reply. "Oh wait, yes he is, sometimes you forget famous people died, or you think they have died and they turn out to be still alive."

Jamie nodded in agreement. "I know the feeling. Like when Marilyn Monroe died a few weeks ago, I thought she had died years ago."

My eyes went wide as I looked up the Hollywood screen legend, and saw that instead of dying years ago at a young age in 1962, Marilyn Monroe had in fact died in March 2016 at the age of 89, and a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. I couldn't believe it, but reminded myself that I now lived in a world where 9/11 didn't happen either, and the North and South Towers of the World Trade Center were still the dominant feature on the Manhattan skyline.

Thinking more about this and trying to imagine a world without 9/11, I put in the date of September 11 2001, the World Trade Center, Pentagon, New York City and Emergency into my phone's search function, not expecting anything to come up. To my surprise it did yield a result. Apparently American documentary film-maker Michael Moore had been having some sort of business meeting in the Windows of the World Restaurant in the North Tower that fateful Tuesday morning when he was overcome with chest pains, collapsed with a heart attack and died pretty much instantly, despite the efforts of people trying to administer first aid paramedics called to the Twin Towers. So Michael Moore's documentaries of the 2000s obviously couldn't exist in this reality either. Interesting.

Jamie turned into our street and said, "Well as for the Star Wars prequel movies my brother might be heartbroken they were never made, but it might be best they never saw the light of day."

"How's that?" I asked.

"Well, some of the guys at work showed me some stills and rare video clips of some early work on the first prequel movie before production was shut down. They were posted on a Star Wars fan site. Anyway, they have this prototype of this bizarre creature - sort of like a huge humanoid lizard or a dinosaur -- running around and talking in a strange voice." Jamie paused and laughed. "Could you imagine what it would have been like if that creature had appeared in an actual movie?"

"As a matter of fact, I think I can," I said, as Jamie pulled into the driveway, used the remote to open the garage door and brought the car to a stop.

Going into the house, I again felt I was seeing a ghost as Cougar joined Panther at the living room windows, the cats interested in our arrival home. We went inside and were greeted first by Heather. My tall, brunette stepsister was still barefoot, but now in her underwear, a white bra to go with her white panties with blue flowers. I could see the outline of Heather's nipples in her bra, her enormous tits pressing at the fabric and barely restrained.

"So, are you feeling a bit better Corey?" Heather asked.

I nodded. "I think so."

Jamie grinned her mischievous smile. "I think I helped him with that." She inserted her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, clearly indicating what she had done.

Heather was amused. "Yes Jamie, I can well believe that."

I then heard another voice from the kitchen. "Hey Corey, get your backside in here. What are you thinking, making me and the girls worry like that?" She laughed, clearly she was messing around, and wasn't annoyed.

Again, I thought that I had not met my mother in this new reality, although her voice was exactly the same as before. My heart pounding in my chest, I walked to the kitchen not knowing what to expect, then stopped short.

Mum was standing at the kitchen bench, drinking coffee. She looked the same as yesterday, long blonde hair, a pretty face with blue eyes that looked to be an older version of Morgan, and a tall, slim figure very good for a mother aged in her mid-40s.

But what surprised me was what my mother was wearing. Mum's nudity was covered only by a towel, which seemed precarious around her large breasts and left her with no margin for error around her bottom, Mum's long legs down to her bare feet completely exposed.

"How are you feeling now Corey?" Mum asked.

I didn't answer because I was too busy looking at the stranger who stood behind her. A very tall, handsome young black man probably about 30-years-old, African in appearance, dressed in a tank-top and boxer shorts that showcased his fit body.

The young black man spoke to me. "Hey Corey man, you had your Mum worried, the girls worried and me worried too. Hope you're feeling okay now? I mean what's all that with the daylight savings?" His voice was unusual, he was well spoken and his voice clearly showed an African origin, but there was something else in there too -- French perhaps?

"I like daylight savings, I don't feel so bad about a lie-in for you to fuck me, Jerome," said my mother, putting down her coffee and turning to the young black guy.

Jerome grinned, and stroked Mum's hair. "We never had daylight savings in Upper Volta when I was a kid, now I have another reason to like it in Australia."

Mum and Jerome embraced, and I watched my mother make out with her much younger black boyfriend, his hand going under the towel to touch her on her backside. I was not the only one watching, Jamie and Heather had also wandered in as had the two cats, with only Morgan not in sight at the moment.

I was even more shocked when Jerome playfully grabbed hold of the towel that covered Mum's private areas, and ripped it off. I felt my eyes going wide as I took in Mum in her full state of nudity, her large breasts on display and her triangle of blonde pubic hair over her feminine mound in full view. She looked like she came from medieval England, and was about to ride a horse through the streets of Coventry.

Rather than being embarrassed at being disrobed in front of her son by her boyfriend, my mother was highly amused and giggled like a schoolgirl. "Hey Jerome, give me that back!"

"Come and get it Marnie," Jerome teased, playfully flicking the towel against the cheeks of Mum's bare bottom.

"Ouch!" Mum protested in fake protest, rubbing her buttocks while she and Jerome laughed, holding her towel back from her.

I looked around and noticed that Jamie and Heather were completely at ease with this situation, both girls casually getting drinks of juice from the fridge and falling for the cats' manipulative tactics to secure more dried food. Mum's voice cut into my thoughts. "Corey, could you please get me my sleep-shirt and my knickers? I don't trust this guy to behave with me just wearing the towel."

Looking at Mum, I saw her and Jerome embrace and her young black lover pull back her long, loose hair from her ear and whisper to her in French. Mum giggled and her hands went to the front of Jerome's boxer shorts, stroking a massive hard-on that stretched the fabric while he put his black hands all over Mum's big white breasts.

They didn't stay there for long, Jerome wasted no time in putting one of his hands on Mum's pubic mound, stroking her blonde pubic hair and slipping it between her legs to touch her on her vaginal area. His other hand went to her bottom, me a hapless, almost catatonic witness to Jerome touching up my naked mother on her exposed ass, one of his fingers going between Mum's butt cheeks and presumably to her anus by the way she giggled and twitched, the toes on her bare feet curling up on the kitchen floor.

"Well come on Corey, we haven't got all day, be a good boy and go and get your Mum her shirt and her knickers." Mum's mock reprimand got me moving, and I made my way into her bedroom.

"How was Corey when you picked him up from Scott's place?" I heard Mum ask Jamie, and I could vaguely hear them discussing my strange mental state as I picked up Mum's knickers from the bed where she had spent the night with Jerome. They had clearly been enjoying themselves, as a packet of condoms, lubricant and a phallic sex toy lay openly on Mum's bedside table.

I looked at Mum's knickers -- they were pure white full-brief cotton panties -- and on the double-cotton panty saddle there were plenty of creamy colored feminine stains. Cunt stains, from my mother's pussy. Not wanting to think about Mum's vagina being responsible for these stains, I picked up her knickers and also an oversized English soccer shirt, royal blue, red, black and white in color.

Never before had I seen this sort of football shirt before, and I looked at the emblem -- London AFC. It wasn't a soccer team I had ever heard of before, but then I thought about how I was handling Mum's panties in my other hand and how my naked mother and her half-dressed much younger African boyfriend were making out in the kitchen, and worrying about a soccer team seemed superfluous about now.

Again in my zombie-like state I went back into the kitchen. "Thanks Corey," said Mum.

I simply nodded and went to pass Mum her knickers when she stopped and said in a faux-serious voice, "Corey, what happened to you being a gentleman? Hold out my panties for me so I can step into them, there's a good boy."

Still too out of it to protest or say anything, I simply held out my butt-naked mother's knickers for her, Mum stepping her bare feet into the leg holes. "Thanks Corey," she said, as she pulled up her knickers and adjusted them around her box and her bum, then took her oversized football shirt and put it on, covering her big bare tits in the process.

Jerome clearly liked watching Mum pulling up her knickers, then he turned to me. "Are you really sure you're feeling okay today Corey?" he asked. "You seem like you're on another planet."

This seemed quite accurate. I was lost for words until I managed to blurt out, "Upper Volta?"

Mum and Jerome looked taken aback. "Corey, what are you talking about now?" Mum asked.

"Upper Volta, Jerome says he is from Upper Volta, where's that?" I asked, seemingly having no control over my voice.

Jerome was amused. "It's a country in West Africa, Corey." He took his phone and brought up a map of Africa, zooming in on the north western section of the continent, and indicating the land-locked country of Upper Volta, bordering the countries of Mali, Ivory Coast and Ghana among others.

I was no expert on African geography with so many countries in a relatively small area. I thought that this country had a different name -- did it start with B? I didn't know, nor could I remember.

"When did you move to Australia?" I asked.

"Years ago, when Janine and I were kids," replied Jerome. "Our parents emigrated, Upper Volta is a beautiful country geographically -- but not exactly the safest or richest country on Earth."

"Janine?"

"Yeah, Janine, my twin sister," said the puzzled Jerome. "But Corey, you already know Janine, you know her very well." He again swiped through his phone and brought up a picture of a tall and stunningly attractive young African woman, with long, flowing black hair.

"So, you and Janine are twins -- like Morgan and me?"

Jerome laughed. "Yes, of course like you and Morgan. All brother and sister twins have a boy and a girl."

"Talking about twin sisters, we'd better go and see if Morgan is feeling any better," said Mum.

She led the way to Morgan's bedroom, Jerome and I following. "Wait, Morgan's not well?" I asked. "She seemed okay earlier."

"Oh nothing serious, she just needs to do a couple of things and then she'll be alright," Mum said.

Heather and Jamie were clearly in Morgan's bedroom, I could hear the three girls talking. "Knock, knock!" Mum called out as we approached the partially closed door.

"Come in," Morgan called back.

We did just this, and definitely not for the first time this morning, I stepped back in shock. Morgan was on her bed, down on all fours, her head buried in one of her text books. Her bottom was thrust high in the air, her white panties with pink flowers pulled down around her thighs and her blonde triangle of pubic hair clearly visible.

Thanks to the mirror, Morgan's ass was fully visible in the reflection, the cheeks of her bare bottom and her vagina on display. One thing I could not see however was my sister's actual anus, thanks to a nozzle inserted into her rear end, this in turn attached to a plastic tube and this in turn attached to a plastic bag. The bag contained liquid, but it was far from full with it draining down the tube and into Morgan's bowels.

Morgan looked up and smiled. "Oh hi Corey, I hope you're feeling a bit better than earlier."

"Um yes, thanks Morgan," I said uncertainly. "And you?"

"Oh yeah, on my way to feeling better, once the enema does its job," Morgan said. "Look, sorry if I was a bit short with you earlier. I was a bit cranky because I'm constipated. I haven't been to the toilet since Wednesday afternoon -- well for a poo anyway -- and was feeling so bound up this morning in my back passage this morning that it was getting me down. Then when you started freaking out and acting all crazy..."

"Well, I'm feeling better now, and hope you will do too," I said, this situation so surreal. Morgan would never normally allow her brother, mother, cousin, stepsister and her mother's boyfriend to be in her bedroom when she had her knickers pulled down and a tube inserted up her bum giving her an enema to relieve her constipation problem, her pubes and her vagina visible to everyone. Yet my sister seemed completely at ease, casually answering questions and reading her text-book, the toes on her bare feet involuntarily clenching at the sensation of having something inserted up her bum.

"Yeah, I should as soon as I sit on the toilet for a while," said Morgan.

"We'll have to get you some of the curry and rice meals we serve to passengers," said Mum to Morgan. "They will be sure to get you moving, young lady."

Morgan like everyone laughed at the joke, and Jerome spoke up next. "I think Morgan's changed her major from nursing to science. She's assisting the paleontology section to study dinosaurs. When she woke up this morning, Morgan was a mega-sore-ass."

He laughed as did everyone else, Morgan included. "Oh ha-ha-ha, very funny Jerome," she said.

"Or are you helping the astronomy research program?" Jerome grinned. "You know, trying out a new probe to Uranus."

Again more laughter, including from my sister as she continued to remain on all fours on the bed, her knickers down, her bum thrust high in the air and the tube attached to an enema bag up her rectum. Morgan gave Jerome the 'up-yours' gesture, but was still laughing as she did so.

"Well, probably best to leave you to it for now Morgan," said Mum. "We'd better get ready for work or we'll never catch our flight."

We turned and left Morgan's bedroom, Mum leading Jerome and I to her bedroom. "Well, your cousin got you back on track this morning but you seem to be slipping back a bit now," said Mum, obviously noticing that I didn't laugh about the jokes about my twin sister's ass and her constipation problem. "Now, it's my turn to get you back with it, and what better way than a shower with my two favorite guys?"

With that, my mother embraced me and kissed me. But it was not a kiss like one my mother had ever given me before, she kissed me on the lips and I felt my mother's tongue enter my mouth. Her hands went all over me, and I felt them on my backside as she French-kissed me. Not knowing what to do in the heat of the moment, I kissed her back, and despite feeling most freaked out, felt my erection rising in my shorts and undies as I made out with my mother.

"Well, this guy seems to be working again," Mum said as she stroked my erection through my shorts and undies, before we went into her bedroom, where Mum took two flight attendant uniforms -- one male and one female -- on hangers to take into the ensuite bathroom, along with another uniform also on a hanger. It was my own uniform that of the discount store where I would need to report for work soon.

"I hope you didn't mind me getting your uniform ready and bringing it in here," said Mum as she led Jerome and I into the bathroom on her bare feet, closed the door and turned on the light and exhaust fan. "You went running off, and I know that you never say no to having a shower with me."

In all of my 21-years I had never had a shower with my mother and would probably refuse if offered, but things were so weird this morning I just went along with it and didn't say anything. The only thing I did manage to say was, "So, you're both flying out today? You're both flight attendants?"

Mum laughed. "Well, of course Jerome and I are flight attendants, you know I went back to it as soon as you and your sister were old enough to be home alone while I was working shifts. You really do seem to have amnesia today."

"So, where are you flying today?" I asked.

"Brisbane to Melbourne, across to Adelaide and then back to Brisbane late this afternoon," said Mum. "It's one of my favorite routes."

"Mine too," Jerome agreed. "Janine's on Brisbane to Perth and back today."

"Ugh, I did that on Wednesday," said Mum. "It's very tiring, such a long way."

I thought how on Wednesday the version of my mother I knew went to her job as a travel agent, but this clearly wasn't the case now.

"So, need to multi-task," said Mum. "Corey, can you please clean the vanity?" She indicated the sink and mirror. "And Jerome, can you please sweep the floor?" She indicated the nearby broom and dustpan. "That would help so much if you could do that while I go to the toilet."

"Sure Marnie, anything you like," said Jerome.

My heart was beating as Mum turned on her bare feet and headed towards the toilet. The way the ensuite was designed the toilet was in kind of an alcove, so it wasn't like Mum would be sitting on the loo in full view of Jerome and me. However, I would regardless be in the same room with my mother while she was using the toilet. Since when did Mum have such a lack of boundaries?

"Jerome, you left the toilet seat up again," Mum laughed as she approached the toilet.

Jerome also laughed. "Sorry Marnie, I forgot."

Mum's reply was seductive. "I might have to punish you physically next time you have a sleepover."

Jerome looked interested and jokingly said, "Oh no Marnie, please don't."

The sound of Mum putting down the toilet seat was audible, then came the unmistakable sound of her starting to urinate as she sat down on the toilet. My god, I was just a meter or so from my own mother when she was peeing on the toilet. At least Mum wasn't on her period. Similar to Heather earlier, while the majority of Mum was obscured while she was sitting on the loo, I could still see her bare feet and her lowered white knickers down around her ankles.

Mum was certainly chatty as she continued to piss -- clearly concerned about my odd mental state and behavior this morning -- and trying to make sense of the strange things I was thinking and doing. Mum said that as a flight attendant who had flown out of and into the Gold Coast airport many times and having previously worked as a travel agent, she could not imagine how it would possibly work if New South Wales had daylight savings and Queensland did not.

The sounds of Mum urinating died away and I heard her unwinding and rustling toilet paper and wiping her pussy dry, not that I could see this. I hoped that Mum would flush the toilet indicating she had finished, but she remained sitting on the toilet and soon more private noises in the toilet told me that my mother was emptying her bowels.

Today was already surreal, but being in the bathroom with Mum and her boyfriend while she was pooing on the toilet and they discussed the other odd things I had done this morning, like my seeming to forget my father's current status, sprouting nonsense about Jamie being a boy rather than a girl and freaking out over New York City, both due to a movie Morgan had been watching and the picture in the living room, that was off the planet level strange.

I could offer little, the whole thing was just so strange. Although I could not see Mum in full as she sat on the toilet, I could still hear everything she was doing in great detail such as her advancing the toilet roll every time she needed paper, as well as her bare feet and her panties, and when Mum leaned forward on the toilet I could see her upper half as well. Adding to the surreal nature of the situation was Jerome, who didn't seem to think anything was wrong at all, it was like we were in the lounge room and Mum was sitting normally in an armchair with her knickers very much up, not sitting on the loo with her knickers down and partially visible to her son.

"I don't know Corey, poor Jamie, you thinking that she was a boy," Mum laughed. "It's my nephew we need to worry about, not my niece. And your Aunty Georgina and Uncle Doug, Adam drives them insane as you know. It's a pity we don't have military school in Australia, Adam might have benefitted from going there, that's for sure."

Again, if Mum had said this outside of the bathroom it wouldn't be strange. But that she said it while leaning forward on the toilet, private toilet noises from Mum's bottom and splashing sounds from the bowl indicating that she was pooping that very moment and that she had a length of pink toilet tissue in her hands folding it up with me knowing what she was going to do with it made it bizarre. And as Mum's hands vanished the rustling of the toilet paper indicated she was wiping her bottom.

Mum again advanced the toilet roll. "Oh and Corey, the girls were saying about you raving on about some girl called Kate. Apparently a friend of Morgan's?"

"Um yes," I said. "Mum, you don't remember Morgan having a friend called Kate growing up? Or a Katherine, a Kathryn or a Kathy?"

"No, I've thought back myself, I remember most of your sister's friends, but never a girl by that name," said Mum. "And I would have remembered this mysterious Kate from what the others were saying, she sounds very annoying."

"Yeah, she is -- was -- very annoying," I said weakly, surprised I had an erection. Fuck, was I turned on by my own mother using the toilet? Or maybe it was just one of those strange reactions to an unfamiliar situation, like laughing at a sad movie rather than crying?

I wasn't sure how long Mum was sitting on the toilet -- it seemed like five or six hours but in reality was probably about five or six minutes -- but then I heard her unwinding toilet paper several times in a row and presumed she was finishing. This was confirmed when I heard Mum put down the lid, then she flushed the toilet and sprayed toilet freshener around before emerging from behind the partition still pulling up her knickers, Jerome and I seeing her pussy and her pubes as she did so.

Mum adjusted her knickers again as she washed her hands with plenty of soap and warm water, then dried them on a towel.

"You feeling better Marnie?" Jerome asked.

"Much better thanks Jerome, wouldn't want to be doing that in the tiny plane toilets mid-flight," Mum said as she rubbed her tummy. "And it put me in the mood for what I love to do most, showering with my two favorite guys in the whole world."

With that, Mum launched herself at Jerome, gave him a French kiss and quickly removed his shirt and his boxer shorts, leaving his fit and muscular body completely exposed. His physique was something to admire, but nothing to compare to his big black cock and large balls, his massive erection standing out like a super-tall skyscraper.

Mum shamelessly stroked her boyfriend's dick in front of me. "Sorry Corey, Jerome and I had a lot of fun last night and he put his big black cock up my tight white pussy so many times that it's a bit tired and needs a rest. That's what happens when you get past forty, unfortunately. But don't worry, I'm going to give both of you a blow job!"

"Oh yes!" shouted Jerome, punching the air in glee as Mum now launched herself at me.

My mother proved to be very strong and very determined, so I put up little resistance as Mum undressed me very fast and despite being dismayed by the thought of showering with my mother and her boyfriend, my penis didn't seem to agree with the rest of my body. My erection came loose as Mum removed my undies, and like she had done earlier with Jerome, stroked my penis.

"Now Jerome, you take off my shirt and Corey, you can take down my knickers this morning," Mum said, lifting up her oversize tee-shirt to flash her panties at Jerome and me.

"Your wish is my command, Marnie," said Jerome, immediately reaching across to remove Mum's oversized soccer shirt. I on the other hand felt more reluctant to put my hands on my mother's underwear and only moved when I heard Mum's teasing voice.

"Come on Corey, my panties aren't going to come down on their own."

Again, my penis was more excited by the rest of me as I took hold of the elastic waistband of Mum's panties, and slid them down her long legs, where Mum stepped her bare feet out of them, and now she like Jerome and I were all completely naked.

My mind struggled to process the current situation. A naked woman in her mid-40s naked in the bathroom with her younger, handsome, well-endowed black African boyfriend from Upper Volta and her much younger 21-year-old son, all three of them nude and shower together. The same son who had banged his 19-year-old female cousin earlier this morning -- who used to be a male cousin yesterday.

"Corey, you still look so scared, loosen up man, your mother isn't going to bite you," laughed Jerome.

Mum smiled and jokingly snapped her teeth at me. "Well, not very hard anyway. I know what will get you in the mood."

Mum took her knickers out of my hand, and thrust them in my face. "Well come on Corey, don't be shy, I know how much you love to smell my knickers."

I leaned forward as though in a trance and sniffed my mother's knickers. The unmistakable feminine smells of pussy from between Mum's legs was evident in her cunt stains on the double cotton saddle, and served to send more blood to my groin.

"My turn now." Jerome took hold of Mum's knickers and put them to his own face, smelling the female stains Mum had made on her panty saddle, and seemingly getting high on the smell of vagina.

"Come on Jerome you deviate, stop being such a perve with my panties," Mum laughed, with Jerome continuing to smell her knickers, the panty saddle and the back panel where they would have gone between the cheeks of Mum's bottom and made contact with her anus.

"Yum, MILF minge, cougar cunt," Jerome laughed as returned Mum's knickers to her, and Mum turned on the shower, the three of us stepping inside and under the warm water droplets.

"Come on boys, who wants to soap up my tits for me?" Mum asked.

Jerome was very keen to do this, applying soap to Mum's large boobs. I was nervous and only put my hands on my Mum's tits reluctantly, but it felt so strange to be lathering my mother's massive mammary glands along with her boyfriend, soap dripping off Mum's breasts and running down her flat tummy to her cute naval and to her pubic hairline.

Mum kissed first Jerome and then me, and took hold of our erect penises, jerking off both of us at once. My God, my Mum was actually giving me a hand job. And it felt so hot, my mother's touch to my cock. This didn't last too long, with Mum withdrawing her hands and saying, "Well, I have two bottoms that need to be washed, my front bottom and my back bottom. And lucky me, I have two handsome young guys to help me out with that ..."

Jerome eagerly positioned himself behind Mum's bare bottom, soaping up her firm white buttocks with his strong black hands, Mum twitching and moaning in pleasure as his fingers went between her buttocks and made contact with her anus.

I looked at Mum's hairy blonde pussy, and still finding it hard to believe I was doing this, got soap and applied it to her feminine mound, Mum's pubic hair soon getting full of suds and bubbles, water running down her legs to her bare feet and the shower floor. Mum stood with her legs apart to allow me more access to her pussy, and with a throbbing erection I washed her vaginal area for her.

My conscience was reminding me that 21-years-ago I emerged from this very same vagina about five minutes after my sister Morgan left Mum's uterus and made her way down Mum's birth canal, but again my penis seemed to have a mind of its own. I felt Mum's fanny flaps, then went deeper into her vagina, putting my fingers into Mum's pussy hole and feeling her clitoris, Mum's bare toes clenching on the shower floor at the touch she was getting to her genitals and to her rear opening by her son and her boyfriend at the same time.

At one time, Jerome and my own fingers touched as both of us touched Mum in the sensitive skin separating her vulva from her anus, but there was no issue with this as Jerome stuck one of his fingers up Mum's tight little poop-hole and up into her bowels, Mum clearly liking guys putting their fingers up her arse.

"Swap time now," Mum declared as Jerome as we swapped places. Jerome wasted no time in putting his black hands all over Mum's white, blonde pussy, stroking her saturated bush and putting his fingers up into her vagina.

I massaged Mum's buttocks and put my hand between the cheeks of her bottom and felt her anus, but couldn't find the nerve to put a finger up my Mum's bum, which didn't seem to satisfy her.

"Come on Corey, don't be shy, stick your fingers up my arse," said Mum. She laughed as Jerome continued to touch her up on her twat. "I've only just been to the toilet so you won't get any unpleasant surprises, and nothing bad happened to Jerome, did it?"

"Only good things Marnie," Jerome affirmed, as he and Mum kissed.

I pressed my index finger against Mum's anus, then slid up into the hot, tight interior of her bowels, feeing the walls of Mum's rectum close around the digit. I knew that digitally penetrating my own mother's anus was not something that should turn me on and in fact the opposite should be true, but I could not help it, and Mum putting her hands to good use and washing my cock and Jerome's cock didn't help.

"Now how about those blow jobs I promised you two boys?' Mum asked, when she was satisfied with the way Jerome and I had simultaneously washed and pleasured her fanny and her arse.

"Yes please Marnie!" yelled Jerome, jumping up and down with excitement.

"Um, yes please Mum." I couldn't believe I had just said it.

Jerome and I stood next to each other, and Mum squatted down in front of us like she was doing squats in a fitness class, her legs wide apart shamelessly showing off her snatch.

Mum went down on Jerome first, taking his big black cock in her mouth and sucking him off with vigor. Watching my mother acting like such a slut and going down to suck another guy's dick nearly brought me to orgasm without any touch from her or me to my own cock, I think that Jerome was black and that while much younger than Mum but older than me added to the turn on.

But as hot as this was, it was nowhere near as hot as when Mum went down on me, taking my dick in her mouth and sucking me off nice and hard, her tongue taking me to levels of pleasure somewhere up in the ionosphere. I felt myself close to reaching my orgasm, but Mum then stopped giving me a head job and turned her attention back to Jerome's groin and changed position, so she was now on her knees.

"It's always hotter when I'm down on my knees," Mum declared.

Jerome grinned. "No arguments from me, Marnie."

With that, Mum took Jerome's black cock in her mouth and sucked him off again, massaging his scrotum and his enormous balls within that would put a horse to shame. It certainly worked, Mum's fellatio soon brought the very turned-on Jerome to orgasm. Mum opened her mouth wide to release his cock, and it gave her the best of both words.

Jerome's balls released a tidal wave of sticky white semen that shot out of his big black cock, half of it going into Mum's mouth, the rest of it splattering all over her pretty face. Mum swallowed her boyfriend's cum that had been shot into her mouth, then turned her attention to me.

Given I had had sex with Jamie only about an hour and a half ago and cum inside her, I worried that I might not be able to reach another orgasm this morning. But as Mum again went down on me and sucked my dick, the feeling of her tongue bringing me past the point of no return. I felt my orgasm travel through body, Mum seemed to sense that I would cum, and like she had done with Jerome opened her mouth as I reached orgasm.

I could scarcely believe what was happening as I ejaculated into my mother's face, some of it landing in Mum's mouth and the rest of it over her face. Mum swirled my cum around on her tongue then swallowed it as she had done with Jerome's cum.

Getting up off her knees, Mum rinsed the ejaculate off her face and we finished our shower, Mum embracing Jerome first, the two of them feeling each other's naked bodies, Jerome's hands all over Mum's breasts, pussy and ass.

Then it was my turn and my naked mother embraced me, feeling my cock now back to normal size, although thanks to her touch to my groin it could go up again at any second. As Jerome had done earlier I touched my mum on her breasts, her pussy and her ass, knowing that I shouldn't consider her sexy, but unable to stop thinking this very thing.

Mum turned off the shower and the three of us stepped out, dripping wet. As I dried off I found myself perving on Mum as she used her towel to dry between her legs -- her pubes, pussy and anal area -- and noticed that Jerome's towel covered his excitement at watching Mum using the towel on her most private female areas.

We were starting to dress -- Mum had encased her large boobs in a white cotton bra that should hopefully keep them in check on her flight schedule today -- and pulled up a clean pair of white cotton full-brief panties with yellow flowers on the fabric. Jerome and I put on fresh undies and watched Mum adjust her knickers around her vagina, when suddenly there came a knock on the bathroom door, then Jamie's voice with a slight hint of urgency in it. "Knock, knock! Hello, Aunty Marnie?"

"You okay, Jamie?" Mum asked. "Come in, the door's not locked."

"Thanks so much," said Jamie. The door swung open and the petite form of my cousin entered. Jamie was still barefoot and wearing her cartoon rabbit pajamas as she was earlier, but had changed her hair, brushing out her pony-tail with her red hair now in two loose pigtails.

She looked at us. "Sorry to interrupt, but could I please use the toilet? Morgan's enema has worked -- good news there -- but the bad news is that she's going to be on the toilet for ages and now I've got a bathroom emergency and I can't hold it." Jamie's posture, the way she seemed to be clenching her butt, did support this.

Mum laughed reassuringly. "Of course it is Jamie, there's no need to apologize."

"Thanks again, I really appreciate it," said Jamie.

I watched as my cousin made haste for the toilet on her bare feet, and as I put on my work shirt I heard her put up the toilet lid, but then Jamie suddenly appeared back in sight. This time her pajama bottoms were pulled down, but her knickers with the cute cartoon frogs were still up.

"Corey, could you please get me some more toilet paper?" Jamie asked. "There is some still left on the roll in here, but I think I might run out."

I noticed I was standing closest to the closet under the sink. "Sure Jamie," I said, opening it and retrieving the packet of toilet rolls underneath. I was about to get one for Jamie, when I stopped and said, "Why are all the toilet rolls different colors?"

"I'm sorry?" Mum asked, as she buttoned up her flight attendant's blouse.

"The rolls of toilet paper, they're all different colors," I said. "I mean there's pink, blue, yellow, green, white, brown, peach and lilac." I was taken aback having only seen white toilet paper before, but then remembered having seen Heather getting blue toilet paper earlier in the morning to replace the nearly expired yellow toilet paper, and Mum using pink toilet paper. I had heard of colored toilet paper in the past, but it was before my time, probably gone since about the 1990s. Evidently things were different here.

I looked at Jamie, who in turn was regarding me as though I was peculiar. I guess having grown up with different colored toilet tissue, she knew of nothing else. I then managed to say, "So Jamie, what color toilet paper would you like?"

Mum laughed lightly. "Corey dear, Jamie has been taken short. I don't think the poor girl cares what color her toilet paper is, she just wants it to be soft and absorbent and to use it to wipe her bottom while she's pooing on the toilet."

"Pretty much what Aunty Marnie just said, Corey," said Jamie.

"Green, I'll get you some green toilet paper, you like the color green don't you Jamie?" I babbled, getting tongue tied as I retrieved a roll of green toilet paper and handed it to my cousin.

"Thanks Corey." Jamie took the roll of green toilet tissue and walked backwards to the toilet. Not bothered that I was there, she took hold of her knickers and pulled them down to join her pajama bottoms around her ankles, and sat down on the toilet, adjusting her bare bottom on the seat so she was comfortable, Jamie's knees slightly apart showing her red curls of pubic hair and her pussy.

Jamie immediately began to pee, the sound of her urinating into the toilet filling the ensuite bathroom. It didn't seem polite to stay here watching my cousin while she was on the loo plus I needed to get dressed for work, so I went back to Mum and Jerome, who by now were wearing their full flight attendant uniforms, Mum fixing her hair, and Jerome brushing his teeth.

The sound of Jamie pissing died away, and the sound of her unwinding loo paper to wipe her wet pussy was audible. The next sound was far louder, Jamie farted really hard into toilet for such a petite teenage girl, the noise surprising all of us.

Jerome laughed. "Hey Jamie, do you need me to come and pull you out of the ceiling?" Mum also laughed, I couldn't help but join in and from her position on the toilet, Jamie was also giggling.

As had been the case with Mum earlier, Jamie's feet, pajamas and her undies were visible while she sat on the toilet, and the teenager now leaned forward so we could see her pretty face. "Excuse me, as you heard I'm not joking around about having a toilet emergency."

We then heard the unmistakable splashing noises from the toilet bowl which indicated Jamie was now pooing. The sound of her unwinding toilet paper and wiping her ass was audible, before my cousin again moved her bowels, proving again during this process that pretty girls do fart.

I thought to myself as I was shaving that Jamie as a boy would have been amused by Jamie as a girl having wind issues while she was on the toilet. Just a few weeks ago -- while his mother was here visiting and having a cup of tea with Mum -- boy Jamie was watching some immature movie in which a snotty college cheerleader sat down on the toilet and farted so loud everyone heard it. The male version of Jamie was so overcome with hilarity that he collapsed in fits of laughter and became so hysterical that he vomited all over himself and the living room floor and still couldn't stop laughing, choking on his sick. Morgan had to come out and put in place her nurses training to assist him, and afterwards Mum and Aunty Georgina made Jamie clean up his own vomit, which should have taught him a lesson but did not.

The sounds of Jamie's private toilet noises from her bottom and those of her unwinding toilet paper to wipe her backside -- she needed to change the pink toilet roll over for the green toilet roll when she used the last of the toilet tissue from that one -- were certainly distracting while I was trying to shave, but this was not the only reason.

Also distracting was the problem Mum was having with her stockings. She lifted up her knee-length flight attendant skirt to adjust them, the sight of Mum's white floral panties contrasting with her black stockings and the smooth fair skin on her upper thighs between her knickers and her stocking tops was sending blood to my groin, despite my dismay at being turned on by my own mother.

I tried to think of sad things to make it go down -- such as the time our cat Cougar got sick and had to be euthanized -- then I remembered that in this timeline Cougar was alive and well and in the living room with her sister Panther so this didn't work so well. Between the sounds of Jamie using the loo with her bare feet, knickers and pajama bottoms fully visible and Mum dressed in her flight attendant uniform it's a wonder I didn't cut my face to ribbons or swallow my toothbrush when I brushed my teeth.

Again, my family in this new reality showed that they were lacking clear boundaries. For the five or so minutes that Jamie was on the toilet she discussed mundane, everyday things with Mum and Jerome such as the weather, family members, work and her university course. Mum and Jerome as they did things like brushing their teeth discussed their flight attendant experiences for the past week, and their rosters for the coming week. It made this all the more surreal.

Mum put on and adjusted her flight attendant scarf and from the toilet, Jamie rustling her loo paper several times seemed to indicate she was done. Jamie then put down the lid, flushed the toilet, sprayed toilet freshener around and emerged, having already pulled up her knickers and now pulling up her pajama bottoms.

"You would not believe how much better my bum feels now," said Jamie as she walked to the sink on her bare feet and washed her hands thoroughly with lots of soap and water.

"How about we take your word for it Jamie?" Jerome joked.

"Probably a good idea," said Jamie as she adjusted first her pigtails and then her panties through her pajama bottoms.

"From what I heard while you were on the loo, it sounded like you're having lots of fiber in your diet, Jamie," said Mum.

Jamie giggled. "Blame your son Aunty Marnie." She pointed at me in mock accusation. "Corey was the one who fucked the shit out of me earlier."

"Dude, nicely done, redheads are so hot!" exclaimed Jerome giving me a high five, which I returned.

"My son Corey the cousin fucker, up to all his old tricks again," Mum laughed, also giving me a high five.

I thought that if I fucked one of my female cousins back in the 'real' word -- Aunty Robyn and Uncle Jeremy's daughters Trina or Amy -- then Mum would certainly not be giving me a high-five and be laughing about it. However I said nothing, and work was coming up for all of us, so we left the bathroom and went into the bedroom, Mum and Jerome collecting their things for work.

Mum and Jerome's discussion in front of her son and niece indicated that she and Jerome had a very much open relationship, Jerome saying that he and his sister Janine were on the Gold Coast -- Adelaide -- Melbourne route on Sunday, and how much he hoped that a pretty blonde flight attendant named Lucy was rostered on the flight too. Apparently Jerome had banged Lucy when they were working on a Brisbane to Darwin and return flight last week when they had a delay of several hours, and very much hoped to bang her again.

For her part, Mum said that she very much hoped that Jerome would get another chance to bang Lucy again, and spoke about her casual sex experiences with one of the young guys from a wine sales shop at the airport, and how she hoped to hook up with him again soon. Jerome was very encouraging of my mother having another such sexual encounter, and said that he wished that he could become invisible so that he could be in the bedroom and watch them fuck.

However, as we went through the living room Mum seemed to change from being some sex-crazed MILF to an ordinary suburban middle-aged mother to young adult children, speaking about how great it was that everyone was free on Easter Sunday, and how she was really looking forward to the planned brunch on the Gold Coast.

"Um Aunty Marnie, I'm not so sure of Adam," said Jamie. "If that idiot tranny brother of mine has pissed off Dad again..." Her voice trailed off and she shook her head.

Mum nodded. "Yeah, I understand Jamie. It might be better if Adam isn't there if he's going to be in drag. Your Grandma and Grandpa feel a bit uncomfortable when Adam is dressed up like a girl, especially in public."

I stopped short. "Grandma and Grandpa?"

"Yes Corey, Grandma and Grandpa," Mum affirmed.

"But your and Aunty Georgina's father, Grandpa Alf?" I could feel my heart beating. "The one who's married to your mother, Grandma Dora?"

Mum laughed. "Well of course Grandpa Alf. Which other grandfather do you think I'm talking about? Grandpa Stan, your Dad's father? Why would he be there? He pissed off to the Northern Territory years ago, we don't even know for sure where he is or even if he's still alive."

"But mine, Morgan's, Adam's and Jamie's maternal grandparents -- are going to be at brunch on Sunday on the Gold Coast?"

"Well, of course they are," Mum said. "What makes you ask that? I hope you're not going wacko on us again, Corey?"

"No Mum, everything's fine -- I just um, thought they might have gone on holidays again," I said, not wanting to disclose to Mum that her father had died of a heart attack in the Christchurch earthquake of 2011. But in this reality, there was no Christchurch earthquake, so therefore Grandpa couldn't have suffered his fatal heart attack and died. He was still living.

Looking at some photos on the wall, I saw some of my 'late' maternal grandfather along with my grandmother taken post February 2011. One was at Burleigh Beach on the Gold Coast on a sunny day, probably taken later that year. Jamie looked about 14, Morgan and I 16 at the time which would check out, and Adam was a fat butterball also 16 who stood to one side miserable and sulky wearing a pink tee-shirt with a rainbow on it.

There was also another photo of Grandpa and Grandma attending Morgan and my high school graduation in 2013, and checking up my social media a more recent photo of grandpa with grandma at Christmas 2015. My grandfather, dead over 5 years in the real world, was still living in this one.

Glancing at the images of Grandpa taken after his 'death' I again felt I was looking at a ghost, this feeling increasing when the black and white tuxedo cat Cougar walked by and then when I looked at Mum's picture of the Twin Towers.

Mum walked towards the laundry at the rear of the house, the three of us following her, Mum obviously wanting to check on Morgan. Heather stood by the slightly ajar toilet door, obviously talking to Morgan as she sat on the loo within it.

"Hey Morgan, are you feeling any better?" Mum asked.

"Yeah, thanks Mum, the enema has worked, I'm just about done," Morgan replied.

"Well that's a relief, because the amount of time you've been on the toilet this morning, if you were on a plane it would be at the stage where we would knock on the door to see if you were okay," Mum said.

Morgan advanced the toilet roll. "I think I'll stop eating the pasta bake at the staff canteen at work," she replied. "All it seems to do is bind me up."

Jerome laughed. "I think the new record for the longest amount of time spent sitting on the toilet now belongs to Morgan Gibson of Brisbane, Australia."

To this, Morgan opened the door fully, and I was confronted by the image of my twin sister sitting on the toilet in all her glory. Morgan was still wearing her oversized tee-shirt which was hitched up around her waist and her white knickers with pink flowers down around her ankles and her bare feet. My sister's knees were apart, showing off her blonde muff and lower down her fanny.

In the original world Morgan would have been horrified at the thought of sitting on the toilet with her knickers down, her genitals on display and people being able to see, hear and smell what she was doing. I found that out the hard way when I accidentally walked in on Morgan while she was using the toilet on her period.

My twin sister of course was not menstruating today, but clearly she was not bothered at all by her private moments on the loo being witnessed by her mother, twin brother, step-sister, female cousin and her mother's boyfriend. In fact, Morgan was highly amused by Jerome's comment, and was laughing when she swung the door open.

"Oh ha, ha, ha, very funny Jerome!" Morgan exclaimed, giving him the 'up-yours' hand gesture to which Jerome also laughed, before partially closing the toilet door again to finish.

Morgan's toilet noises for the next minute or so were best left undescribed, but would not be out of place in a gross-out comedy as my sister expelled the last remains of her constipation problem out of her anus and into the toilet bowl.

"Boy oh boy, I feel sorry for the toilet, Morgan!" Jerome called out. "But not half as sorry as I do for your toilet paper."

"Again, shut up Jerome!" Morgan giggled.

Again, I thought to myself how boy Jamie in the real world if he had heard Morgan using the toilet like that or even that she had been constipated would have laughed his head off and teased Morgan about it. His comments and jokes on some occasions about the smell she had left behind herself after a visit to the toilet were never well received by Morgan, and would inevitably lead to drama. But with Jamie female in this world, Morgan's private toilet noises didn't bother her in the slightest and she and Heather did not respond, the two girls looking at cat videos on Heather's phone.

Morgan unwound several lengths of toilet paper to finish cleaning herself up, and having wiped her bottom she stood up off the toilet, put down the lid and flushed it. The sound of the cistern refilling was audible as Morgan attempted to cover up the smell of her girl poo with toilet freshener.

My sister emerged from the toilet, still pulling up her knickers as she did and went to the sink, massaging her tummy and made for the sink, thoroughly washing her hands with lots of soap and water.

"I take it your enema worked then Morgan?" Mum asked.

"Yeah, sure did, I think I passed the gum I swallowed in high school," Morgan laughed as she dried her hands and adjusted her panties.

Time was starting to become a factor now, and the three girls had to dress for work. This they did quite openly in Morgan's bedroom, with Mum, Jerome and I watching them. Jamie put on her blue polo-neck shirt, black trousers and black shoes to go to her job at the DVD hire store. Morgan put on her scrubs uniform for trainee nurses and her white sneakers. Heather put on the green shirt with black trousers and shoes that was the uniform of the ice cream shop she worked part time at. Heather getting dressed however was the slowest thanks to Mum's boyfriend messing and joking around with her.

"So Heather, I have seen one redhead pussy today, two blonde pussies but no brunette pussies at all." Jerome feigned sadness.

Heather was amused and flirted back. "Well as luck would have it I'm a brunette and I have a pussy, and I'm only too happy to show you mine."

Heather pulled her panties down to her thighs showing off her full brunette bush, then turned around so Jerome could see her bare bottom. Heather then bent over, legs as far apart as her lowered knickers would allow, thrusting her butt high in the air so Jerome could see her vagina from the rear, and between the cheeks of her ass, Heather's tight little anus.

"That is so hot," said Jerome.

"Glad you think so," said Heather, as she pulled up her knickers to cover her box.

As Heather was the only girl wearing a bra previously, Jerome had also not had a chance to see her breasts either, unlike Morgan and Jamie who had to put on their bras when dressing for work. Jerome stared at Heather's breasts spilling out of the cups of her bra and grinned. "If you run out of milk at work today, I think you'll be able to help them out Heather."

Heather again smiled seductively, reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall away at the front to show her massive mammary glands. Jerome's mouth was hanging open and he was practically salivating at the sight of Heather's big young boobs on display but I was in no position to judge.

"Yeah, I think I would be able to help supply extra milk if we ran out," she said, stroking her nipples before fixing and re-clasping her bra. "But we always keep the fridge well stocked, so that isn't going to happen any time soon."

"I'm sorry Heather, but what is 'mulk' and what is the 'frudge'?" Jerome laughed. "Is that what us normal people from Australia and Upper Volta call 'milk' and the 'fridge'?"

"Oh, shut up Jerome," laughed Heather as she finished dressing and put on her peaked cap. "If I had a dollar for every time someone made fun of my Kiwi accent, I'd probably be able to retire."

Time was now a factor for work for all of us, especially for Mum and Jerome as for obvious reasons flight attendants could not report late under any circumstances. Mum jumped into her SUV with Jerome in the passenger seat and took off for Brisbane Airport over in Eagle Farm, while Morgan took the wheel of the hatchback we shared. Jamie sat in the front passenger seat, Heather and I in the back, and as Morgan drove through the overcast Saturday morning -- some light drizzle still falling -- I felt Heather's hands going to my groin, clearly teasing me.

We dropped Jamie off first, and she ran into the DVD store -- now back to its old purpose and no longer a boutique gym -- looking quite cute in her uniform and with her red hair up in pigtails. It was my turn next, and Morgan pulled into the car park of the shopping center where I worked.

"Have a good day girls," I said to my sister and stepsister, waving to them and them waving back as Morgan drove away, Heather the next drop-off before Morgan headed to the hospital for her afternoon shift.

I looked at the shopping center where I worked. It didn't look any different from before, the signage appeared the same as were the buildings. Some ibises scavenged from a nearby dumpster, honking loudly as they squabbled. The drizzle became rain as I got nearer, and I had to hurry to avoid getting too wet.

Going through the automatic doors, I felt very nervous about what I would -- or wouldn't find -- when I reported for my shift. It was like I was starting a new job, not like I had worked here since my mid-teens and most recently on Thursday. Given the events of the past few hours, it seemed the sky was the limit.

END OF CHAPTER 2 -- TO BE CONTINUED -- PLEASE RATE & COMMENT