ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18.
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I watched them writhe, stretching and swaying while the voice through the TV instructed various poses. Their tight pants clung their plump asses, and their different colored yoga shirts held their breasts nicely. I watched them furtively, stealing glances from behind my laptop screen.
God, my mom and my sister were hot. Ever since I had turned 18, all I could do was think about them in that way.
I silenced my thoughts, ashamed to be thinking such dark things. It was wrong: they were family! I closed my eyes, attempting to clear my head by not looking at them.
All of a sudden, everything went silent. I opened my eyes. My mom and 22-year-old sister were still doing yoga, but when I looked closer, they were frozen in place! Everything was frozen!
I had stopped time itself! I got up from where I was sitting, moving closer to examine these statues in front of me. I lightly touched my sister's shoulder. She felt warm and soft, but dense, hard to move. Fingers shaking, I gingerly lowered my hand to her breast, caressing her soft chest. I ran my hand down her stomach to her waist, and then around the back, grasping her ass and squeezing lightly. After a few seconds of this, my confidence grew that they would not be unfreezing any time soon. I moved behind them and groped both of their asses simultaneously. My mom's ass was more plump and squishy, and my sister's was firm but still plump. I moved right up behind my mother, my chest up against her back, and reached around her to squeeze her boob as my cheek touched her neck. "Ugh, I just wish that you felt the same way towards me as I towards you. Then you could actually respond to what I'm doing instead of staying still like statues." I muttered this to myself. Oh, well. I began to nonchalantly masturbate, and I continued to caress them, smell them, even stuck my face in between both of their pairs of breasts, their ass cheeks, and their front legs, until it got to be too much for me to handle. I came in my pants, moaning. I sat back down where I was before, and then closed my eyes.
Noise boomed. I hadn't realized how much noise the world in motion made.
My mom and sister continued their yoga for a minute, and then my mom asked: "are you okay, honey? You looked flustered."
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I said quickly. "Thanks, mom."
"No problem sweetie!" my mom said as she got up and walked towards me.
She leaned down for the hug, and I reached up. She leaned in and kissed me, full on the lips. I moved back, but she held me, maintaining the kiss for a good 30 seconds. We finally broke apart.
"Whoa. What the fuck was that?" I asked her softly.
"Language, young man. And I know that you've had quite the crush on me for a while, sweetie, and I wanted you to know that I feel the same way towards you." She said, smiling.
Wait, wait, WHAT? Did she really just say that? Did she really just repeat exactly what I had said to her while I had stopped time?
And what about my sister? I had to test it out. I walked over to my sister, who was bent over, rolling up her yoga mat. I placed my hand on her ass. "Hey buddy!" she said happily. She stood up, turned around, and kissed me in an embrace, as she felt my ass with her hands. Yup, she obviously felt this way too! Wow, I was in heaven. We broke our embrace, giggling at each other. My mom, who had just changed into her nightgown, walked up behind us.
"YOU ARE DESPICABLE, YOUNG LADY!" My mom screamed at my sister.
"What the fuck do you care, bitch?!?!?!" my sister retorted, giving my mom a little shove.
"Oh, you're in for it now. You can't touch him like that!" my mom pushed back, hard.
My sister stumbled and began to fall back.
I closed my eyes. Time stopped, my sister held motionless mid-fall, tilted backward at a 45 degree angle. My mom was in the middle of a yell, a look of sheer anger on her face. I moved my sister so that she was upright. I then told both of them simultaneously: "neither of you mind that your son/brother has a crush on both of you. You are both content to serve your son/brother and will share him with whomever. You two are now interested in women as well, and have a crush on each other."
I smiled as I unfroze time. My sister stumbled, having just been about to hit the floor and now on her feet. My mom caught her in her arms, and they both shook their heads, as if dazed. They looked at me simultaneously, and smiled happily. I smiled back. "I'm going to go change," I said. "Will you girls make me something to eat?" I loved referring to them as girls, since my mom had always found that offensive. Not anymore.
"Of course sweetie," my mom said.
"No problem," my sister added.
I went in to my room, grinning from ear to ear. I changed into my pajamas, and then brushed my teeth and washed my face.
"Honey, you're food is ready!" my mom called.
I went into the kitchen, to see my mom putting down plates. "Honey, will you get the heat cover?" She asked my sister.
"Sure, mom," my sister replied, retrieving it from the kitchen. She handed it to my mom.