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Chapter 1
My tenth-grade health teacher, Mrs. Hernandez, had told us that "sex changes everything." She had stood at her little podium, adjusting her glasses as she leaned in and glowered at us. "Don't get technical with what is, and what is not, sex," she had said. "Once you get physical, it's all different." She had meant it as a scare tactic, but she was right, in some ways. In any relationship, once a certain boundary was crossed, it was hard to go backward, and what becomes the new normal makes the old feel alien.
I thought of that lecture as I sat on the kitchen counter, slowly peeling an orange for my breakfast. Health class was two years ago, and I had forgotten those words until now. My mom was routing through the refrigerator, and I was trying to get her attention. She closed the door, avoiding my eye contact, and tossed a yogurt into her lunch. She was dressed in dark blue scrubs, her hair up in a ponytail, her eyes steadfastly focused on anything and everything except for me.
Once you get physical, it's all different.
Mom had been odd when she came home last night, barely talking and going to bed early. She had avoided me, as well as her sister Jen, as much as possible, claiming she was tired. To be fair, she worked hard and a day full of surgeries did usually leave her exhausted. But even on those longest days she had time for me. She had adopted me as an infant, and for our whole leaves it was the two of us, until a week ago when her sister Jen moved in after a divorce. Now, the house seemed empty as she avoided me.
It wasn't fatigue that kept her now busily searching for something in a cabinet before she left for work. I knew she was avoiding talking about, or repeating or little experiment from yesterday. We had stood naked in front of each other in her office, until I rubbed up against her, making her come and spurting semen all over her back and ass. Little things like that tended to change everything.
"Mom," I ventured once again.
"Hmm?" she said, not looking at me as she grabbed the last few things she needed. "Gotta run, Will, I've got a full schedule today."
"I know," I said, hoping to keep her for a minute, "I just thought..."
She looked at me fleetingly, but swept up her bag and said, "I'll be home after dinner. When I get home, we'll catch up."
Catch up. As if we were swapping stories about our day. About which nurse did what mistake, or who I hung out with. It was plain, she did not want to talk to me, or spend time alone. I felt angry, but tried my best to conceal it. She looked at me plaintively, and was about to turn to leave, when Jen came downstairs.
Jen looked like mom, fit but curvy, with a bubble butt and large breasts. She trotted down the stairs and my eyes followed. She was barely dressed, wearing black running shorts and a red sports bra. The sports bra strained to keep her top enclosed. I stared, and she smirked as she caught my eye.
Mom stopped, setting her bag down on the counter. So much for being in a rush, I thought. "You look...energetic today."
"I am," Jen said, swooping into the kitchen and taking my peeled orange out of my hand. She grinned at me as she took a wedge and ate it. "That sunburn is gone, and I'm ready to paint my room."
"Dressed like that?" Mom said, eyeing Jen's outfit.
"Of course not," Jen said, "I'm going to work out in the back yard first. I'm going to use sunblock, this time." She grinned at me quickly. Jen's nasty sunburn the week before had led me to put lotion all over her, day after day, with my hands getting to explore more of her with each application. Part of me was going to miss getting to touch her like that; well, all of me was going to miss it. She looked at her sister and continued, "is it a problem?"
"No, it's fine," Mom said, hesitating. She looked at me closely for the first time since the night before. "Although I don't know if it's okay for you..."
"It's fine," Jen and I said together, both of us suppressing a laugh. Mom eyed us both, and I was grateful that I was sitting down; Jen's outfit already had me hard.
"He's seen more of me than this," Jen said, casually adding, "you know, bikinis and stuff."
Mom nodded. I had seen more of both of them, and she knew it. She paused, but regained her composure and then said goodbye and left the house. Jen continued to steal my orange before she finally said "What's up with Maggie? She was like that last night."
"No idea," I lied. Mom was always reserved, until the last few days. I had thought that the two of us bucking like animals in her office would be a step forward, not a step back. I had cum all over her; maybe it cemented things for her, made her aware of just how taboo it was to strip down in front of your son—adopted or not. Maybe it was too much for her, but then she had worn a bikini covered in my dried cum all day before I visited her office. Maybe she was confused; I was.
As stung as I was by Mom's behavior, Jen's body was slowly improving my mood. She listed off the things we still needed from the hardware store, and left to go work out in the backyard. My phone rang and some friends of mine invited me to hang out. As much as I wanted to stay with Jen all day, I did have a life and needed to live it. Besides, Jen would be there when I got home. I joined her out back as she finished a glorious back stretch.
"What's up?" she asked as she paused with her hands on her hips.
"I'm going to a friend's house for a while, if that's cool with you."
"You can do whatever you like, of course it's fine," she laughed. "I'm not your mother."
"True, you're my aunt."
"When you call me that," she said, "does it make you feel weird?"
"No," I said.
"How does it make you feel?" she asked, taking a step closer.
"Dirty," I replied with a grin.
