Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story.
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Chapter 1 -- Good Morning
I wake up in a sweat, and two eyes are staring me in the face from about two inches away. Without warning, the face in front of me licks my face.
I scream out of disgust, "Brandy, go away! Ewwww."
Brandy will have none of that. Her favorite human is around. The one that plays tug-of-war with her. Brandy is a white and brown long-haired Springer Spaniel. It's been almost a dozen years, and the dog still remembers me. She was just a puppy when I turned eighteen and soon left to see the world.
My dad and I were best buddies. We went hunting, fishing, and football games together. We were close until he was killed in the line of duty in a traffic stop. The asshole was drunk and claims he didn't see dad or the blinkers in his squad car. Spending five years in jail hardly made up for losing Walter, my dad.
We were close because everyone else was female. Mom, my two sisters, mom's sister, and her two daughters. That's eight just on our side of the family. Dad had nobody on his side. I am the oldest child in the group, and only a few years younger than my aunts, mom was the oldest sister.
So, here it is, Christmas Eve day. I came in late last night and was put up in the attic bedroom. This is always a sweatshop up here, not fit for human living. That's how tired I was. I flew from Bombay, to Japan, to Australia, to New York, to Chicago, and finally to Kansas City. Then it was an hour's drive to the Kansas suburbs. Home at last.
I must have looked dreadful because I was put straight to sleep. I don't remember greeting anyone. I am guessing the others are all sharing beds, and none were left for me, I got leftovers. Some things don't change. The sisters and cousins were always the stars of the house. It's partially why I left, without my dad, nobody cared about me. It seems by my bed that that is still the case.
I don't hear anyone; I bring a towel and a change of clothes to the washroom where I will take a much-needed shower. While taking my shower, I hear the door open, the toilet seat goes up, and then a stream start. Shit! The toilet flushes and instant scalding water shower. All the cold water is taken by the toilet. Slowly it returns to normal.
As the girl walks out, she says to me, "Sorry, too many people to wait. Hurry up in there."
I had one more episode of toilet use, which made me speed up and get out. While drying off, a cute blonde, young, comes in, uses the toilet, strips, and then gets in the shower. My mouth is still open as another comes in for the toilet, I run out.
The kitchen is empty, I start the coffee. I make both the coffee maker and a kettle of water. There is a loaf of Texas-toast on the counter; I begin breaking eggs for French toast. I find some thick bacon, orange juice, grapes, and blueberries. On the top shelf is some heavy cream. That might be for pumpkin pie, but I also see a can of whip cream. I can make small dishes of blueberries, grapes, and whip cream.
Time to start on the bacon. The blond girl comes into the kitchen, sits down at the end of the table, says nothing, and stares at me with a huge grin on her face. She is wearing nothing but a bra, panties, and the huge smile on her face. I ignore her. After the bacon has all been cooked, I place it in the oven that is set low to keep things warm.
Now I take the cast iron griddle out and start making French Toast. More women come in. They are all dressed the same as the blond. They each take a cup of coffee or hot water for tea, hug me hard, then sit down. None of them are talking. Not a peep. They are all staring at me. As I finish the French Toast, I place them in the oven.
I grab seven plates, forks, knives, spoons, and place them on the table. I think they will get the hint. I then set down seven bowls, fill each with blueberries and grapes, then add a squirt of whip cream. I leave the fixings on the table, and I hear giggling and squirting of whip cream. Still, nobody is talking.
Finally, mom and her sister Bonnie come down from her bedroom. Mom and Bonnie are talking about how quiet it is. They are worried. On walking into the kitchen, both mom and Bonnie are dressed up in Christmas blouses and longer than knee-length skirts. Their hair is curled, and they are both wearing makeup. While flipping French toast, mom and Bonnie feel the need to smother me in a hug and several kisses.
The younger girls now giggle and laugh at the attention that I am receiving.
I shut them all up, "Ok, ok. Sit down, breakfast is ready. Let's eat while it is hot."
I pull out the bacon, French toast, butter, and syrup. We have both regular and light syrup. Mom and Karen figured out the fruit on their own, I had no doubt they would.
Mom is flustered, she has a tear in her eye and a frog in her throat as she starts, "Girls, this is Brian. Some of you may not remember him. He left home soon after his eighteenth birthday to see the world. This is the first time in twelve years he's been back home. My God, Brian, you sure have turned into a man. What the hell have you been doing?"
I suspected this would happen. I have a prepared speech, "Well, after dad died, I was lost in life, it had no meaning, and nobody was left for me. Dad had always wanted to travel and never got a chance. I signed up to work on freighters. I traveled the world and learned a bunch of skills like cooking, maintenance, metalworking, and singing."
My mom quickly questions me, "Singing?"
I roll my eyes, "Yes. Singing. No radio stations out on the ocean. Batteries run out. The ability to sing and entertain your crewmates is highly sought after. My cooking and metalworking skills are also pretty good. I'm still deciding what to do with my life. I'm done exploring the world, I have seen quite a bit of it. I've built a big nest egg. I can start a business or search for a place I want to work at."
Mom finally notices the sisters and cousin's attire, "All four of you, upstairs and get dressed."
The cute blonde, Ashley, objects, "He has already seen me naked. We're fine."
Mom and her sister Bonnie, scream in unison, "He what?"
Ashley smiles, "With only one washroom for us four, we share everything and are quick to swap the toilet or the shower. It never occurred to me a man would be in the shower. Well, there was one. He's mighty nice looking as well." Aunt Bonnie shakes a finger at her.
Ashley continues, "Hey, he took a shower, I did as well. Nobody was hurt, no feelings were ruffled, he didn't stare. We were both surprised to see the other. He got out, I got in, and that was it."
