NeuYou: Layover Family
Chapter 2
What could he type? It had to be something which removed all the animosity that lady had towards him. Suddenly he was struck with the perfect idea.
Define new reality for selected target:
Brooke is my little sister who loves me more than anything in the world.
He hovered over Enter.
Fuck it. One more word. Couldn’t help himself.
Lesbian.
He hit Enter. The screen pulsed violet, then went blank.
Nothing.
A full minute of silence followed. Ji-yeon’s hand slid down his arm, curious. “Baby, what are you doing with your phone?”
Then, they heard footsteps. Fast. Heels hammering back toward them.
Edward tensed, ready for security, ready for handcuffs.
But the figure that burst around the corner wasn’t angry anymore.
Brooke was running, full sprint, face lit up like she’d just spotted her favorite person in the universe. Her uniform was the same crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt, hair still in that tight professional bun, but her body… fuck.
The app had listened. Even though he’d mentioned nothing about her body.
Her chest, once modest, almost flat under the blouse was now massive. The white fabric strained, buttons pulling, gaps showing lace bra and deep cleavage with every bounce as she ran. Her hips swayed wider, ass rounder, the skirt riding up her thighs. Legs longer, stockings sheer, heels higher. She looked like every mile-high fantasy he’d ever jerked off to, dialed up to impossible.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be visiting me, big bro?” she squealed, voice high and bubbly, all traces of cold professionalism gone.
She launched herself at him.
Arms around his neck, body slamming into his, her newly huge tits squishing hard against his chest, soft, heavy and warm. The impact knocked him back a step, right into Ji-yeon, who caught him with a soft laugh, her own bare breasts pressing into his back.
Edward was trapped, squeezed between two beautiful women, both with ample, perfect tits mashing him from front and back.
Life couldn’t get better.
Brooke nuzzled his neck, giggling, her hands roaming his chest like she couldn’t stop touching him. “I missed you so much,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. “You never visit me anymore.”
Ji-yeon’s arms slid around his waist from behind, chin resting on his shoulder, her voice warm and teasing. “Who’s this pretty girl, baby?”
He barely noticed it but there was some confusion on Brooke’s face before her eyes flashed purple again. He hadn’t seen it but the same had happened with Ji-yeon behind him.
Brooke pulled back just enough to look at Ji-yeon, eyes lighting up. “Oh my God…Mommy!” She squealed again, reaching past Edward to hug her too, the three of them tangled in a messy, tit-heavy embrace. “You look amazing! Those shorts are so cute.”
Ji-yeon laughed, squeezing Brooke’s waist. “Thank you, sweetie. Your uniform looks a little… tight today.”
Brooke glanced down at her bursting blouse, buttons straining, and grinned shamelessly. “Yeah, I’ve been growing again. Big bro loves it though, don’t you?” She turned back to Edward, batting her lashes, pressing her tits harder against him.
Edward’s cock, still out, still hard, throbbed between them, trapped against Brooke’s skirt. Neither woman seemed to care. In fact, Brooke’s hand drifted down, fingers brushing the head like it was the most natural thing.
Ji-yeon noticed, smiling proudly. “Look at you two. So close. Mommy loves seeing her babies get along.”
Brooke bit her lip, eyes on Edward, flirty and adoring. “He’s the best big brother ever.” Her voice dropped, playful. “Always taking care of me.”
An old man ed in the corridor, glancing at the three of them tangled together, Edward’s pants around his ankles, cock out, two women with massive tits hugging him like he was the center of their universe.
He smiled politely and kept walking, albeit a bit scandalised. They had to get back to looking decent.
Brooke tugged his hand, pouting. “Come sit with me at the gate? My break’s almost over, but I wanna be with you.” She pressed closer, her tits squishing again, nipple hard against his chest through the blouse.
Ji-yeon kissed his cheek, hand sliding down to cup his bare ass. “Mommy’ll come too. We can all wait together.”
Edward nodded, dazed, pulling up his pants finally, zipping with shaking hands.
The three of them walked back into the terminal, Ji-yeon’s arm around his waist, tits back under the crop top, shorts riding up her ass; Brooke on his other side, clinging to his arm, her bursting uniform drawing eyes she didn’t notice.
They found seats near Gate 72B, a row of hard plastic chairs facing the runway windows.
Edward sank into the middle one, still half-dazed, cock finally tucked away but still throbbing with aftershocks. Ji-yeon sat on his left, her bare thighs pressed to his, hand resting possessively on his knee. Brooke plopped down on his right, immediately leaning into him, her massive new tits still squishing against his arm, her head on his shoulder like they’d done this a thousand times.
Ji-yeon’s fingers traced lazy circles on his thigh. Brooke’s hand found his, interlacing their fingers, squeezing.
Edward cleared his throat, voice still rough. “Mom… could you get me something to eat? I’m starving.”
Ji-yeon’s face lit up, like he’d just asked her to do her favourite thing. “Of course, baby.” She stood at once, leaning down to kiss his forehead, her tits brushing his face again. “Mommy’ll be right back. Burger? Fries? Anything you want.” She didn’t wait for an answer, just smoothed his hair, gave Brooke a proud little smile, and hurried off toward the food court, hips swaying, shorts riding up with every step.
Brooke watched her go, then giggled, nuzzling closer. “Mom’s the best, huh, big bro?”
Edward turned to her, curiosity burning. “Hey… what do you from when we were kids?”
Brooke threw her head back and laughed, bright and bubbly, her tits bouncing with it. “Oh my God, you’re being so silly today.” She poked his chest playfully, then let her hand linger, fingers tracing down his shirt. “Like, when you taught me to ride a bike and I fell and you carried me all the way home? Or when we’d sneak into Mom’s room and you’d try her makeup on me?” She sighed happily, pressing her body tighter against his side, thigh over his. “You’ve always been my favorite person.”
Edward stared at her. None of that had happened. Not to him. Not to her.
But she believed it. Completely.
He felt a slow grin spread across his face. Logistics didn’t matter. The past didn’t matter. He had the power to change reality, why the fuck would he care about what used to be true?
Brooke didn’t notice his expression. She just kept touching him, hand on his chest, fingers playing with his collar, body molded to his like she couldn’t stand an inch of space between them.
He noticed a man staring at her with obvious lust in his eyes, Brooke noticed him too but she just rolled her eyes, muttering about how much she hated men and that this was why she preferred women.
And yet here she was desperate for his touch, it felt quite funny to him.
Then a loud voice cut through the gate noise.
“Eww, I wonder what she sees in that loser. Can’t she do better?”
Edward’s head snapped toward the sound.
Fifteen feet away, a cluster of cheerleaders lounged across a row of seats, duffel bags at their feet, ponytails and ribbons in their hair. College team, maybe, uniforms bright and skimpy, skirts short, tops tight. All of them nineteen, twenty, twenty-one tops. Tanned legs, flat stomachs, perky tits. They looked like they owned the terminal.
The one who’d spoken, brunette, smug, legs crossed high to flash thigh, was staring right at Brooke, lips curled in disgust.
Another cheerleader snickered. “Right? Total weirdo.”
The loud one noticed Edward looking. Her eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you staring at, creep? Look at your tramp, don’t even try to look at me.”
She flipped her hair, turned back to her friends, laughing like she’d won something.
Edward’s jaw tightened.
Brooke tensed against him, her flirty vibe flickering. “Ignore them,” she muttered, but her hand squeezed his tighter.
He didn’t say anything.
Just reached slowly into his pocket.
Phone in hand.
Edward snapped the picture when they weren’t looking, thumb quick, silent, catching the whole cluster of cheerleaders in one frame. Their laughter still rang out, sharp and mocking, the queen bee at the center flipping her hair.
He wanted them all.
A cheerleader harem, short skirts, ponytails, toned legs, all worshipping him, competing for his cock, bending over in those tiny uniforms just to get a look from Daddy. The thought made his dick twitch again, still half-hard from Ji-yeon’s hand and Brooke’s tits.
He opened the prompt box, fingers trembling with anticipation.
Then the screen flashed red.
Error: Multiple targets cannot be selected on a free plan.
A small gray box underneath: Pro for multi-target editing.
Edward frowned, swiping around the app interface. No store. No payment button. No “Upgrade” link. Just the error, mocking him. The free version had limits, apparently. Figures. Even god-like power came with a paywall.
He exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. Fine. One would have to do.
His eyes went straight back to the loud one, the brunette with the smug mouth and crossed legs. The one who’d called Brooke a tramp. The one who’d told him not to look at her.
Yeah. Her.
He tapped her figure in the frozen photo. The violet outline snapped around her alone.
Riley Thompson (19)
The prompt box opened, cursor blinking.
Define new reality for selected target:
Edward stared at the words, mind racing. He needed something good, to show her where she belonged.
A notification pinged on his phone, separate from the app. The family group chat.
Ethan.
Finally, after weeks of silence.
Edward opened it, hope flickering for half a second.
- Ethan:
Hey dad can u venmo me $200? need new kicks for practice thx
No “how was the trip.” No “miss you.” Just asking for money again. Like always.
Edward’s thumb froze. The hope died fast, replaced by resentment.
He looked up.
Riley Thompson was still lounging with her squad, legs kicked up, skirt riding high, laughing at something on her phone. Smug. Untouchable. Perfect.
He started typing.
Riley is my devoted daughter who worships the ground I walk on and is willing to do whatever it takes to get my attention. She loves showing off her body for me, bending over, flashing, teasing, anything to make Daddy proud. She calls me Daddy constantly, competes with her “aunt” and “grandma” for my affection, and gets jealous when they get too much of my time.
He looked up one last time.
Riley caught his stare. Her eyes narrowed, lips curling into that same disgusted sneer.
“Look at your tramp, weirdo,” she mouthed, loud enough for her friends to giggle.
Edward’s finger hovered.
Then he pressed Enter.
The screen pulsed violet.
Riley froze mid-laugh.
Her body jerked once, subtle, like a string had been pulled. Her cheer uniform shimmered, skirt shortening another inch, top tightening across her chest, the school logo stretching over fuller breasts. Her ponytail loosened, ribbon melting away, hair falling in glossy waves. Her makeup darkened, lips glossy, eyes smoky.
She blinked.
Then her gaze snapped to Edward.
The smugness vanished.
Replaced by wide-eyed adoration.
“Daddy!” she squealed, jumping up so fast her skirt flipped, flashing her bare pussy to the entire gate area. She ran toward him, sneakers squeaking, arms wide.
Her squad stared, confused, then as all of their eyes shone purple, they shrugged, like it was nothing.
Riley launched herself at Edward, straddling his lap right there in the chair, arms around his neck, tits pressed to his chest.
“I missed you so much, Daddy,” she breathed, nuzzling his cheek, voice high and needy. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to the airport? I would’ve worn something cuter for you.”
She wiggled in his lap, grinding shamelessly, her skirt riding up to show the curve of her ass. One hand slid down his chest, possessive.
Brooke giggled from his other side, pressing closer. “Hey, that’s my big brother, you little brat.”
Riley pouted, looking up at Edward with big, pleading eyes. “But Daddy loves me best, right? I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”
She leaned in, kissing his cheek, then his jaw, soft little pecks that lingered too long.
Ji-yeon returned at that moment, carrying a tray of food, burger, fries and soda. She smiled, proud and warm. “Here’s your lunch, baby.”
She sat on his left again, noticing Riley in his lap. “Oh, your daughter’s here too. How sweet.”
Riley turned to her, sticking out her tongue playfully. “Grandma, you got him to cum first. Not fair.”
Ji-yeon laughed, patting Riley’s head. “We can share, sweetie. Daddy has plenty of love to go around.”
Edward sat there, sandwiched between three women who believed they belonged to him—mother, sister, daughter—all touching him, pressing against him, looking at him like he was the center of their universe.
And the phone in his pocket still had power left.
He took the food from his mother and had a slow bite of the burger.
Edward’s phone buzzed again in his pocket, a sharp vibration that cut through the low hum of the gate area. He fished it out, Riley still grinding slow circles in his lap, her short cheer skirt flipped up enough that her pussy rubbed against the front of his slacks with every roll of her hips. Brooke had her head on his shoulder, fingers tracing lazy hearts on his chest. Ji-yeon sat on his other side, one hand resting high on his thigh, the other holding the rest of the food.
The notification glowed on the screen.
NeuYou Pro Feature Unlock Available
“Everything is OK Here”
By purchasing this upgrade, any activity between you and your target/targets, sexual or otherwise, will be ignored or accepted as completely normal by those around you.
Price: $100.00
Proceed to payment?
Edward’s jaw dropped.
One hundred dollars. For the ability to fuck his new “family” in public without consequences. No more panicked dashes to restrooms. No more angry flight attendants. Just pure, shameless freedom.
He looked around. A middle-aged couple glanced over at Riley’s grinding, brows furrowing for half a second before they turned back to their phones. A businessman across the aisle stared openly at Brooke’s tits straining her blouse.
They were already getting looks. Riley’s grinding wasn’t subtle, her moans were soft but audible, everyone could see the wet spot forming on his slacks. Brooke kept whispering filthy little things in his ear. Ji-yeon’s hand had crept higher, fingers brushing his zipper.
Yeah. He needed this.
He turned to Ji-yeon. “Mom… do you have any money on you?”
Ji-yeon blinked, then reached into a small designer purse that had somehow appeared on her lap. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the app didn’t care about logistics. She opened it, pulled out two crisp hundred-dollar bills, and pressed them into his hand with a loving smile.
“Here you go, baby,” she cooed. “Keep the extra. You might need it for something else.”
Edward laughed, short and disbelieving. The deficit from his real-life wallet vanished in one motion.
He tapped Accept, entered his card details, the same one he used for work expenses, the one Sarah never checked and hit submit.
The payment was processed instantly.
A new notification chimed.
Pro Feature Activated: “Everything is OK Here”
All interactions are now normalized. Enjoy your upgrade.
—Mr J.
Edward exhaled, slow and satisfied.
Time to test it.
He looked down at Riley, his new daughter, grinding like a needy little slut, eyes glassy with worship. Without warning, he grabbed the hem of her cropped cheer top with both hands and ripped.
The fabric tore with a loud, satisfying rrrrrip, splitting straight down the middle. The top fell open like wrapping paper, exposing her perky, perfect tits, nipples hard, bouncing free as the remnants hung uselessly from her shoulders.
Riley yelped, then giggled, high and delighted. “Oooohhh Daddy!”
Her hands flew to her chest, not to cover but to squeeze her own tits together, offering them up like a gift. “Do you like them? I grew them just for you, hehe.”
Edward’s cock surged against her grinding pussy, fully hard again.
Around them, the gate area reacted.
The middle-aged couple glanced over, blinked once, then smiled politely and turned back to their conversation. The businessman stared for a second longer, then shrugged and kept reading his email. A flight attendant pushing a cart rolled past without slowing.
No gasps. No screams. No security.
Just normal.
Riley moaned louder, arching her back to push her tits toward his face. “Suck them, Daddy? Please? Your little girl needs you so bad.”
Brooke giggled from his other side, pressing her own massive chest against his arm. “She’s such a show-off. But I guess that’s why you love her best, huh big bro?”
Ji-yeon leaned in, kissing Edward’s neck softly. “My babies are so beautiful together,” she murmured, hand sliding between his legs to palm his cock through his slacks. “Mommy’s proud.”
Edward sat there, surrounded, his “mother” stroking him openly, his “sister” nuzzling his neck, his “daughter” topless and grinding in his lap, tits bouncing with every roll of her hips.
And the entire gate treated it like background noise.
He looked at the phone again.
The app icon now had a small gold Pro badge in the corner.
Edward pushed Riley off his lap with gentle but firm hands. She pouted, biting her lips, her torn cheer top still hanging in useless strips around her shoulders, tits bouncing free as she stumbled back a step.
Ji-yeon and Brooke looked up, surprised, eyes wide and questioning.
He didn’t explain.
He stood.
He reached out with both hands, fingers wrapping around their slender necks, not choking, just holding, possessive. Ji-yeon’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping. Brooke’s eyes fluttered, pupils blown wide.
Edward pulled them close, their tits pressing into his sides, soft and warm, nipples hard against his shirt.
“I’m gonna fuck all three of you now,” he said, voice low, rough. “Understood?”
Ji-yeon nodded instantly, eyes shining with devotion. “Yes, baby. Anything for you.”
Brooke whimpered, thighs squeezing together. “Yes, big brother. Please.”
He let go.
“Help each other get naked. Now. And make it entertaining”
They didn’t hesitate.
Ji-yeon and Brooke turned to each other like they’d been waiting for permission their whole lives. Their mouths crashed together, hungry, sloppy, tongues sliding deep. Hands flew to buttons, zippers, fabric. Brooke yanked Ji-yeon’s crop top the rest of the way off, massive tits spilling free again. Ji-yeon peeled Brooke’s straining blouse open, buttons popping, lace bra shoved down so her heavy breasts bounced out, nipples stiff and pink.
They moaned into each other’s mouths, tits squishing together, nipples rubbing, hands roaming, grabbing asses, squeezing, fingers slipping between thighs to tease wet pussies.
Edward watched for a second, cock throbbing painfully hard.
Then he turned to Riley.
She was standing there, pouting, eyes flicking between her “grandma” and “aunt,” jealous heat in her gaze. Still the bitch underneath, even if she worshipped him now.
Edward walked over, slow.
He stopped in front of her.
She opened her mouth to say something, probably another tease.
His hand cracked across her cheek, hard, stinging, the slap echoing.
Riley yelped, jumping in place and yet she didn’t move away.
Before she could recover, he grabbed her by the waist, spun her, and shoved her down to the floor on her hands and knees. She caught herself, ass up, skirt riding high.
Edward knelt behind her, ripped the skirt clean off in one brutal tug, fabric tearing, leaving her naked from the waist down, pussy glistening, pink and ready.
He smiled down at her, turning her face over to kiss her forehead, soft and possessive.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Then he yanked his own pants and boxers down, kicking them aside, cock springing free, thick, veined, dripping.
Riley looked back over her shoulder, eyes wide, adoring. “Daddy…”
He lined up, grabbed her hips, and thrust in, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.
Riley cried out, loud and needy, back arching, pussy clenching around him like a vice.
Brooke and Ji-yeon finished stripping, both fully naked now, bodies flushed, tits heaving, brushed up against him from both sides.
Ji-yeon pressed her front to his back, massive breasts squishing into his shoulder blades. “Let Mommy help,” she whispered, sliding her tits up and down his back in slow, soothing strokes, nipples dragging across his skin.
Brooke pressed to his side, one hand on his shoulder, the other reaching down to fondle his balls as he fucked Riley.
Edward looked at her. “Brooke… would you like Riley to eat your pussy? As punishment for being rude earlier.”
Riley’s head jerked up from the floor. “But Daddy, I don’t being rude—”
Brooke cut her off by spanking her ass hard. “Shut up and get fucked you stupid brat” she purred
“Yes, I’d love that big brother!” She squealed. Edward smirked and asked Riley to flip over and lay on her back, she did so instantly.
Grabbing Edward’s shoulders for balance, Brooke lowered her dripping pussy onto Riley’s mouth.
Riley protested for half a second, muffled, then obeyed her father’s will.
Her tongue flicked out, lapping at Brooke’s clit, hands coming up to grip her thighs. Brooke moaned instantly, head falling back, tits bouncing as she rocked her hips.
Edward watched, thrusting deep once again into Riley, feeling her pussy flutter around him every time she moaned into Brooke’s cunt.
Ji-yeon kept massaging his back with her tits, hands sliding around to rub his chest, whispering, “Such good babies… Mommy’s so proud.”
Edward fucked Riley harder, deep, punishing strokes, balls slapping her cunt. She moaned into Brooke’s pussy, tongue working faster, desperate to please.
Brooke’s moans grew louder, fingers digging into Edward’s shoulders. “Fuck…yes, Riley, right there, eat your aunt’s pussy like a good girl—”
Ji-yeon leaned in, kissing Edward’s neck, one hand sliding down to stroke his balls as he pounded his “daughter.”
He grabbed Brooke’s face and pulled her in for a wet kiss as she continued to moan.
The gate area around them kept moving, people walking by, announcements crackling overhead, boarding calls echoing.
No one stared.
No one cared.
People strolled past them, glanced once, then kept walking towards their destinations.
Everything was OK here.
Edward groaned, thrusting faster, deeper, feeling Riley’s pussy clench, Brooke’s moans rising, Ji-yeon’s tits rubbing his back in perfect rhythm.
This was his family now.
And he was going to fuck them until he had to board the plane.