In hindsight the price Ben's mother got this place at should've been the first sign that something was up. After all, the place was big for a conventional family let alone the Williamson's single mother and two teenager situation.
So when they'd stared at the realtor over the price she'd just stated the woman shrugged and explained that the owner had specific requirements to the type of family she was allowed to sell the place to. Sign number two.
Ben's Mother didn't hesitate to take the place. At the price the realtor had laid out they'd be saving money compared to some of the apartments they'd toured through earlier in the day. That and with the low price it was at the fact that they had a chance to get it in the first place was a miracle. And lastly, with the debts Ben's father had left behind they needed every cent they could save.
So they moved in. And soon began to notice that something about their new home was not quite right.
Ben stared up at the old Victorian house with a mixture of disbelief and awe. It was theirs. Three stories of home for just the three of them. Well two stories for a normal family, but he'd never had a basement before so he counted that as the third. Grunting as he pulled the last of their luggage out of the car he slung his own duffle bag over his back and carried his sisters and mothers suitcases in his hands and under his arms. Admittedly, he could have just taken a bunch of trips back and forth but the manly tradition of as few trips as humanly possible ran strong in Ben. So while he'd allowed one trip of all the bed coverings and other essentials to start setting up the bedrooms he'd be damned if he wasn't going to get this all upstairs in one go. Three minutes and several aching muscles later he wondered if maybe he should have been smarter about this.
"Did you really have to bring everything all at once?" A voice asked from further down the hall as he breathed heavily at the top of the second story staircase.
Hunched over and breathing heavily Ben looked up to see his amused older sister Candace (Sophiavayy or Niece Waidhofer) walking up to him.
Letting out a long exhale he placed her suitcase on the ground and placed her other bag on top of it, " It's tradition. If it can be done in one trip it will be done in one trip. Besides, with that moving company mom hired it was the only stuff left to move"
A few inches shorter than him with the same chestnut hair as their mother Candace's beautiful face looked unimpressed as she rolled her eyes at him, "Yeahhh, that's dumb." Pointing a thumb back over her shoulder at the door across from her own, she nodded her head back at it, "I got your bed all set up while you were unloading the SUV. So you should just have to unpack now."
"Oh, thanks sis," Ben said with mild surprise. He hadn't exactly been looking forward to setting up his bed frame and mattress after already unloading all of the families belongings into the house. So her doing it for him saved a lot of hassle. Touched by the thoughtfulness Ben reached out to give her a hug. He was only half successful as Candace managed to sidestep it into a one armed side hug before grabbing her bags with her free hand.
"No problem little brother. Don't forget we're going to drive around tomorrow morning with mom to get familiar with our new hometown. So don't stay up to late," His sister warned as she slid free of him, the hug lasting less than a second.
"Ok mom," Ben replied as he watched her leave with a small frown of disappointment. Had he pushed too hard?
Things had been weird with Candace for a long while now and for the life of him Ben didn't know why.
Growing up they'd always been close. And not in the being able to tolerate each other's existence sort of way but in the actually liking being around each other sort of way. It was the sort of brother sister relationship he never saw anywhere else so he did his best to take care of it.
Or at least he tried to not mess it up the way he just did. There was some sort of divide between him and his sister. And it was the kind of divide that didn't welcome hugs of any kind.
Shrugging to himself he vowed to try and figure it out later, after he got his moms stuff to her room. Picking the rest of the baggage up he was just about to head to the end of the hall where the master bedroom was when the most peculiar sensation traveled up his legs. It was like fingers nails dragging faintly up his thigh before tickling across his balls. The subtle yet stimulating sensation made him drop the bags in his hands in surprise and scramble forward looking around in alarm. Of course nothing was there as his gaze swept over the hallway and staircase.
"You ok there?" Candace asked with a raised eyebrow as she leaned out of her bedroom door frame.
"Uh yeah, sorry, I guess it was a bug or something," he rationalized as he brushed at the front of his sweatpants before bending down to pick up the rest of his and his mothers baggage again. Dropping his own bags next to his door he made his way down the hall to his mothers room before stepping in with a knock on the door, "Hey mom, got your stuff from the car."
"Thank you baby, you're the best," his mom called from the restroom. Walking to the bed Ben dropped her suitcases onto it before pausing to look around the large room. His mother's room was a large high ceiling master bedroom that his mother had adored when the realtor had showed her. Back at their apartment her room would have fit three times into this one. It had always been a mess even back then but with so much more space here the usual bras from her job were mostly gone. There were still a few left here or there though. Looking around he began collecting them until he had about seven dangling in one hand. He'd just finished laying them on his mom's bed and leaning back against it when she stepped out of the bathroom.
In nothing but an open robe and a set of sheer black bra and panties.
Ben rolled his eyes as he immediately looked away. If anyone saw the way his mother dressed at home compared to how she was at work their jaws would drop. His mother was a tough, no nonsense, professional when she was at the clothing store she managed. But when she was at home...well, the word trashy
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wouldn't be to far off. It wasn't like she went around naked or anything, this was the least amount he'd ever see her wearing, but there was a reason Ben didn't have his friends over to their apartment before. She was just way too lax when it came to her at home apparel. Like now as she walked up next to him D-cup breasts jiggling in his peripheral vision as she came to a stop next to him and pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek.
"You didn't have to do that Ben I would've gotten around to it," she scolded lightly.
"Uh huh," Ben replied knowing full well those bra's would've stayed on the floor for days, maybe weeks for a few of them.
Reading his tone his mother's lips pursed. "I
would
have," she insisted, hands on her hips.
