Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through drawn curtains and hit me straight in the eye. I winced at the intrusion and brought my hand up to block the sun. Peering through half-closed eyes, I looked at the curtains and didn't recognize them. My curtains were a dark beige color, these were pink with lace. Much too feminine for my liking.
I turned over in bed away from the window and pulled the blanket off me. Immediately, I felt a cool draft. Looking down, I saw my bare feet, then my bare legs, then my bare torso, then my bare chest and arms. And right in the middle of it all, my bare dick. I looked at it, stunned, as it stiffened slightly in the cool air.
"What the hell...?" I ruffled through my hair. Then I scanned the room. It definitely wasn't mine, in fact, it was... mom's.
And a sly smile crept across my face.
I jumped out of bed, looking for something to put on before one of my sisters saw me, then I remembered that we had left our clothes in the hall. I dashed into the adjoining bathroom and pulled the towel off its handle, wrapped it around me, then went straight to my room. As I walked down the corridor, I smelt the familiar odor of fried bacon and eggs. Mom was in a good mood, she only did bacon and eggs when she had something to celebrate. Then again, maybe she did, after all, she had fucked her own son. Me.
I quickly threw on a pair of shorts, then rushed down to the kitchen. The sight that greeted me was breathtaking. Mom stood at the stove, her back to me. She had let down her shoulder-length hair, which accentuated the width of her shoulders. The blouse she was wearing in turn clung tightly to her body and showed off her slim back, ending at her waist. A skirt that reached halfway down her thighs seemed to provide very little in terms of mobility, but man, did it show off her great ass!
I walked up to her and slowly wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder. She nearly dropped her ladle, but I caught her hand just in time.
"Don't sneak up on me like that!" she chided.
"Why not?" I whispered into her ear as my other hand cupped a breast.
"Because your sisters might see us." She took my hand away from her breast and pressed it between her legs.
"But don't you want me to seduce and fuck them, like I did with you?" I squeezed her mound as my other hand cupped an ass cheek.
"Yes, but not after they see us together." She put down the ladle, then turned around to face me. "Fuck them first, then I'll let you grope me like that anytime you want." She gave him a peck on his cheek. "Now sit down, breakfast is ready."
I gave her a look, then sat at the kitchen counter. I watched as mom scooped the bacon and eggs onto a plate then bent over lower than normal to set it in front of me. She gave me a quick glance, knowing that I was looking down her blouse. After staying in that position for a while, she brought out some toast and butter, then poured me a glass of milk.
"I hope you enjoy this," she said as she quickly grabbed two pieces of toast. "I have a meeting to catch."
"You're not going to join me for breakfast?" I said in my most disappointed tone.
She bent down and kissed me on the lips. "When I get back from work and when you have managed to bed your sisters, then I'll think about how I can treat you."
"Yeah, I remember, you promised me a gift."
"And you will get it." Another kiss on my lips and she was out of the door.
So there I was, clad in my shorts, with a hearty breakfast in front of me, alone in a great big house with two sisters who were probably still snoozing away. I looked at the bacon and eggs. They didn't look as delicious as the 'meal' I was expecting, if you can consider eating pussy a meal. But mom had gone to a lot of trouble to prepare it, so the least I could do was swallow the eggs. I could probably reserve the bacon and toast for later, especially after the strenous workout I was planning.
With that part of breakfast satisfied, I went upstairs to my sisters' rooms. I peeped into Amy's room first. The 18-year-old was curled up in her bed and sound asleep. She didn't even hear me when I accidentally knocked her brush off her nightstand. Not willing to take a second chance, I gingerly crept out on tiptoes and closed the door silently behind me. I crossed over to see how my older sister Rebecca was doing. I knocked on her door. When I didn't hear a reply, I opened it and walked in.
Rebecca, or Becky as she liked to be called, was sitting on her bed, cradling her head. She didn't hear me walk in, so she jumped when she saw me sit down next to her. "What are you doing in here... ooohhh..." Her voice trailed off as she winced in pain.
"Looks like somebody partied too much last night," I teased.
"That's not funny," she said as angrily as she could, which she couldn't, because all she felt was a constant throbbing in her skull.
I placed a comforting arm around her shoulder while I took a quick glance at her. Her long hair was frazzled and hid her face partially. She wore a T-shirt that was designed for somebody several times her size, judging by the way it hung from her body. I moved in closer to her so that I could get a better peek down her collar. There they were, the exposed tops of breasts and the valley between them. My dick hardened signficantly as my breathing quickened. I was like a tiger, waiting to pounce on and devour my prey, my sister, darling Becky.
I put my plan into motion. "You know what might help? A massage."
"And who'll give it, you?" she snapped.
"Hey, contrary to popular belief, I can give a rather... sensual and soothing massage."
She brushed her hair aside and looked at me. "Are you for real?"
"Why don't you lie down and let my actions speak for themselves?"
She stared at me as if I was speaking Greek. My heart beat faster and faster as my level of anxiety leapt to new levels. For a moment, I was afraid that she was going to chase me out of her room. That wouldn't be too bad, though, I'd just have to deflower Amy first.
Fortunately, the moment proved to be good for me. She relaxed and turned around. "Oh well, I guess a short rub wouldn't hurt."
"Short?" I thought. Unlikely. But it would definitely be memorable.
"Lie down on your stomach," I said to her.
She did, pulling her hair to the side to give me ample room to her shoulders and back. She stretched her legs out, pushing her blanket slightly, and I saw that she wasn't wearing anything other than the T-shirt. I wasn't sure about underwear, though, there weren't any visible outlines that would reveal what she wore under the shirt.
I positioned myself next to her and pressed my hands into her shoulder blades. She moaned. As I squeezed and rubbed and pressed along her back, she seemed to relax somewhat. Her breathing was more rhythmical and her moans had turned into soft purrs. I looked down at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. She was really enjoying the massage. I moved my hands all over her back and neck, then to her arms, down to her wrists, then back up to her shoulders.
"How does that feel?" I asked before continuing.
"Don't stop, Dean! It feels so good..."
I continued rubbing her, moving further and further down her back, until I was in contact with her T-shirt covered ass. I stopped, taking in her reaction. She didn't seem to mind, so I massaged her ass cheeks for a while, then moved down to her thighs. She spread her legs apart slightly, giving me access to her inner thighs. As I rubbed them, I slowly pushed the edge of her shirt higher and higher until it was near her crotch. Then I left it there and continued massaging down her legs.
"You know," I said without stopping, "you shirt is in the way. How about removing it?"
She turned her head around and glared at me. "Are you kidding me?"
"Why? It's not like you're naked underneath, or are you?"
She blushed slightly.
"And besides, I'm your brother, you think I'm going to do anything to you?" I chuckled mentally as I said the answer to myself.
She thought for a while. "Well, ok."
