The idea for this story was brought to you by the demented mind of Amachi. I'm just honored enough to bring it to life.
Special thanks to my editor.
All characters are over 18+.
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Matthew's head hit his text book with a loud thump. His groan resounded out around the pages of his text book as he studied for his pre-college course. For the past hour he had tried to grasp the problem of his Calculus homework. Matthew hoped it wouldn't have taken him so long, yet as he rolled his head to the side his eyes fell upon his desk clock. Those neon green numbers burned brightly as the current coursed through the crystals. Yet he knew he wouldn't be done by the time he needed to leave for his Christian youth club at his church. Matthew didn't believe in having extra martial relations. He took his faith seriously, going as far as taking a vow not to partake in the act of sex until he was married. He knew it wasn't something people did these days yet Matthew felt it was the right thing to do. However, being at the age of nineteen his hormones were in overdrive and doubts were beginning to form.
"Hey bro," Olivia said knocking on the doorframe. Her bright red curls danced along her cheek as she eyed her younger brother. Their father had been gone for the past three months due to his overseas job, having worked himself up through the ranks of the company throughout the years. Having gotten their mother pregnant when she was sixteen, Jake, their father, didn't have the time to go to college when their child needed a stable home. So while Nancy, their mother, stayed home to watch after Olivia and Matthew when they were younger, their father took to the oil fields. They knew their father worked hard to provide for them. Olivia did everything she could to help her mother when Jake was away. She knew how much they had sacrificed for them, yet when Matthew came back from his year abroad in the Peace Corps, she noticed something different about him.
"What is it sis?" Matthew sighed. His pencil landed in a soft thump in the crevice of the book. His old wooden chair creaked and popped as he shifted his weight. Matthew glanced out of the corner of his eye at his thin, fit, alluring sister.
"Are you going to be late tonight?" Olivia asked, her brown eyes running down her brother's back, lingering on his ass as his basketball shorts detailed every curve of his backside. "I thought you; mom and I could lounge on the couch and watch a movie or something if you weren't. It's a nice night for a little
snuggling
."
"I don't know sis. I might go out, I might not," Matthew said indifferently. Since his return home from a year in the jungles of the Congo, he just felt off when he was around his family. Matthew knew they loved him. That wasn't in question, however, what was in question was his own self. He had seen so much suffering when he was over there. Illness rampant, starvation everywhere he looked. People killing each other for what little they had. Then there were the slavers that raided the small isolated villages. Even in the Peace Corps they had to be careful of where they went. They were always guarded when they went to hand out supplies and support. Never alone. No. Matthew had learned that hard lesson first hand when the girl he was interested in was found raped, beaten and killed just a mile outside of their camp. That was when he first questioned his faith. He still does. It was one of the reasons why he visited the church so often. So Matthew could find his way back. Yet those memories still haunt him.
"Please, Matthew, won't you reconsider," Olivia pouted as she watched as his shirt slid up his back, "It's not right that a handsome man like you should leave two lonely women alone for so long."
"Fine," Matthew sighed; he hated his sister's guilt trip, "I'll be home by eight," he said tossing a clean dress shirt and dress slacks onto his bed. "Is that more to your liking Olivia?"
"Yes!" Olivia chirped happily, "We've wanted to watch this one movie, but well it doesn't feel right without a
man
there," she said taking a tentative step into Matthew's room. She fought herself not to throw herself into her brother's arms. To explore his tan skin he had earned underneath the African sun. Since his return home about a month ago she and her mother had been trying to get his attention. Without Jake there, their bodies hungered to be filled by something long, hard and thick. "Thank you, Matthew," Olivia said placing a soft lingering kiss on his left cheek, allowing his arm to fall into the cleavage of her breasts.
"Matthew, honey," Nancy said sweetly drying her hands as Matthew came down the stairs.
"Yeah?" Matthew asked looking over at his thirty-nine-year-old mother. Her red curls were more tightly compact compared to his sister's loose kind. While some of her muscle tone she had when she was younger was gone due to raising two rambunctious children, yet that didn't take away his mother's beauty. He knew how desired his mother was given the talk he had heard around town; more so in his congregation than anywhere else. Matthew just hoped God would forgive him for his unclean thoughts about his mother and sister that have been popping up since his return.
"Has Olivia talked to you about movie night, tonight?" Nancy asked laying the dish towel gently onto the counter. She knew her son like any mother does. When Matthew returned home she knew he had lost something on that trip. How it pained her to see her son suffering so silently. It took all her will not to take a hold of his head and thrust it into her bosom; to allow her heavenly orbs to lull away his grief.
"Yeah," Matthew said offhandedly, as he pocketed his wallet and car keys. His body became still as his mother's hands ran along his waist, across his stomach then northward where her hands came to a rest his upper chest. Matthew tried not to be aware how his mother's breasts were pressing against his back, or how she wasn't wearing a bra to support her 38D breasts. How those soft, pillowy mounds of flesh rubbed against him as Nancy pressed her son closely.
