What Starts at Home

Carson still has all of Christmas Day for his plan. Will is mother, aunt or sister fall first? How long will they hold out?

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Carson Lexington stepped into his room just before midnight on Christmas, and he did a silent fist pump in the dark. He was elated; the plan and his calculations had been correct, and it was working so well. Over the last few hours, each of the women in the house had taken one more step towards him and his eager cock. As he lay his head on the pillow, he reviewed each of the encounters with his mother, sister, and aunt. Less than 24 hours in, it seemed everything was going his way.

~ ~ Earlier that day ~ ~

His mother was preparing for a large supper when he came down into the kitchen. It was the perfect time to implement the next portion of his plan. It would be different for his aunt and sister, but for his mom he had a simple but, hopefully, effective idea. He would increase physical, non-sexual contact with her and keep a hard-on visible when it was just the two of them. He wanted her to know that it was her that was making him hard, and by increasing contact, she would assume he couldn't help himself around her. After a few days of this, if she hadn't said anything, he would let her catch him masturbating again. But this time she, maybe, would 'join' him. That might be too much to hope for, but it MIGHT work.

"Excuse me, Mom," he warned her as he came up behind her to grab a glass from the cabinet.

As he did this, he had pressed his body into her, no hard-on yet, as he did not want to scare her off. But with one hand reaching for the glass, his other hand firmly grasped her side under his mom's ample chest.

"Oh sh... you scared me!" his mom gasped, stopping the swear word.

"Ha, sorry! I will make more noise next time," he replied, as he pulled away; his hand slid all the way down to her hip. Feeling her muscular figure gave him more than enough charge to get a nice hard-on.

As he turned to fill the glass, his mother pressed her hand to where he had just left. The touch had been brief, but it left her with... butterflies? She shook her head to get a hold of herself. As she turned, Carson was standing there with his glass; he had shifted his gaze, but he had been staring at her. She could see that he once again had a bulge; did it ever go down?

"Mom, are you ok?" Carson asked.

She hesitated; her mind kept flashing to the scene from earlier in the day. Her son, on the bed with his... no, she couldn't think it. Yet she could barely pull her eyes up to meet his eyes; Brittany had got a good enough look to know he was big, but apparently he had stamina too.

"I... yes, sorry, just tired after an exciting morning, you know," she smiled at her handsome boy, "I am getting on a bit, you know," she added and chuckled.

"I'd say that you are a perfect mom." Carson let his eyes fall to her chest.

He moved to walk past her but slowed and wrapped his arm across her stomach to her side while he stood next to her. He leaned into her ear.

"From head to toe... mom," he whispered. Once again dragging his hand across her stomach, feeling her strong abs with his whole hand spread.

Brittany shuddered as he left the room; her thoughts were confused. What in the hell was happening? She felt as if she was missing something, but what was Carson doing to her? Taking a few steps to follow him into the living room, she noted that her body had had a much deeper reaction to Carson's touches. She could feel her arousal starting; it had been so long since someone had made these touches. Surely that was why she was acting so strongly. The lack of intimacy and neglect. He surely wasn't doing this on purpose. But then again, the biggest looming question that swam in her head: What had he been thinking about when she had caught him? It had not been long after he had given her that gorgeous nightie.

She sat down on her recliner in front of their large TV. There was some Christmas film on, but she was looking at her son; he was lying on the couch, head closest to her. He still had a bulge in his pants, but she tried to look away and focus on the program.

The two of them watched the show while dinner was in the oven, but neither of them took in a word of dialog. Carson himself was listening and trying his best not to glance back at his mom to let on that he was focused on her. He had been going over and over his fantasies about his mother. Keeping an erection and causing his bulge to shift as his dick would shift between semi and fully hard. It was fairly easy, but the effect had him aching for some relief. From what he was hearing, his mother was having trouble sitting still, squirming in her seat over and over, exactly what he was hoping for. He didn't think his mom would bring it up. That would be too awkward, but she was probably also wondering why he was so aroused. After all, at this point he wasn't staring at her.

Brittany was dealing with everything Carson had predicted. She kept flicking her eyes to her son's bulge; why was he suddenly so keyed up? The obvious answer was the gift, but it wasn't like she was wearing it. The real problem for her was that each time she found a new position, the wetness between her legs seemed to grow. She was feeling heat on her face as well; there was no denying that her son's condition was getting her hot. There was nothing for it. She was horny, and though she had not been this horny for a long time, she needed to take care of it.

"I am going to lie down for a bit, baby," she announced and scooted herself out of the room.

Carson made a mad dash towards the storage room on the first floor, directly under his mother's room. He had learned he could hear noises coming from his mother's room a long time ago. It had been part of his first attention to his mother. He spent many nights hoping that she would masturbate, and he would hear her moans. His mother had a habit of talking whilst she did things; he was hoping to confirm that she had gone to work herself over. It was something he had yet to ever hear, and this was the first time he had tried to listen in months.

Thinking to herself, "Come on, Brittany, just focus on getting this done," as she stripped off her outer clothes, she paused when she spotted the panties she wore in the mirror.

"Good grief, women... It's like I'm in college again," muttered Brittany as she scolded herself as she peeled the soaked garment down her legs.

Lying out on the bed, she began her tried-and-true method to work her body to a nice orgasm. She brought both her hands up and kneaded her breasts together; they had always been so sensitive. After a couple of minutes, she ran her right hand down to the full outer lips of her pussy.

Usually, she would spend some time working her clit to get worked up before pressing the first of two fingers into her tight hole. After 2 kids, she may not have been as tight as in her youth, but exercise had taught her how to use those muscles to get that fullness she craved.

However, this time her pussy was slick and ready to cut to the chase. Sinking her middle and ring fingers deep into herself, she could not help but let out a gasp of pleasure. The thought crossed her mind, "She really needed to do this more often."

Carson's cock hardened once more when he heard the gasp, then he pulled himself away. While he wanted to stay, he couldn't risk getting caught. He had driven his mother to masturbate, and that checked the box on what he hoped to achieve as soon as possible. He didn't have long to implement this plan, nor did he want to wait. Pushing them was always going to be risky, but he was going to do it anyway. So far, his mother was right on schedule, but his goal was to keep the whole house on edge. Until he would make the final move for each of them.

Making his way upstairs, he slipped into his sister's room. She must have left the house after their conversation earlier, as he hadn't seen her nor heard her. He wasn't worried; Brooke went out for runs usually once a day. Winters still had decent weather, so she preferred that to a gym. Carson wouldn't have a ton of time; just enough to lay the groundwork for the plan he had for his sister.

First thing first, he snooped to see what she had done with her gift. Obviously, if she had thrown them away, he would maybe need to rethink things. However, he found all three garments in her laundry pile, which was a decent sign. He took her basket with the laundry to set it next to the door. Then he went to her panty drawer in the dresser; Carson had frequented this drawer before. Though after a while he had decided to avoid potentially getting caught doing anything with any of the women's underwear in the house. however, as he went through and moved a couple of the piles and pulled a few out, only to stuff them back in.

The goal was to make it seem like someone had gone through it, without actually removing anything. She might not even notice, but in case she did, it would provide more evidence for her. Leaving her room, he took her basket and snagged his on the way down to the laundry room to start the machine. This was the first true piece in seducing his sister; it wouldn't seem like much and unusually helpful. But by doing her laundry, he would appear to have access to her panties, and he was going to put that appearance to use.

For now, he was not going to take anything, and he would be able to fend off any initial accusations. He had thrown the first load in and was just leaving the room when he bumped into Brooke.

"OH... hey sis," he said, chuckling.

She was breathing hard and had a towel over her shoulder covering the sports bra she was wearing with the spandex shorts that reached to her knees.

"Oops, sorry. Did you take my clothes?" she asked.

"I took your laundry; yes, I didn't have enough for a full load just with my clothes," he stated defensively.

"Alright, alright, you've just never done that before," she said through breaths. She seemed more annoyed than anything.

"Just wanted to be helpful," he said, as he turned and walked towards the stairs.

After a few steps he decided to cross over and duck behind the large sectional they had in their media room. Their house had a smaller living space in the front near the door, next to the kitchen and dining areas. Then towards the back was a larger room where they had a big screen TV and a bigger couch. It was mainly used during parties or when he or his sister had friends over. Off that room was the storage room; the laundry space and his aunt's bedroom and bathroom were down a short hallway.

Peeking around the couch, he saw his sister looking at the laundry basket and looking at the machine. She must have been deciding something when she took the towel off her shoulder and reached for the bottom of her sports bra. Now he had seen glimpses of his sister before; being horny for all the women of the house, he had peeked given any small opportunity. But each and every time was worth it, and the scene in front of him now was amazing.

His sister had pulled up, and her perky tits came bouncing into view, and his cock became instantly hard. Throwing the bra into the basket, Brooke started to work the spandex off her tight frame; being sweaty made it difficult, and her breasts shook with every movement she performed to get the spandex down her legs. The one part of his sister that remained a mystery now was her pussy; in fact, he had not seen any pussies yet. His sister turned as the shorts reached her knees, and he caught a wonderful view of her right round ass. Sure she preferred his aunt's, but he would cross hot coals and shards of glass for a bit of skin from his sister. At the moment, that skin was glowing with sweat, and Carson didn't know if he could handle it; it was so hot.

Almost without warning, she wrapped the towel around herself, and Carson ducked behind the couch so she could leave for the shower upstairs. That had been a close one; it was almost not worth it to get caught now. Almost. As he picked himself up and made his way back upstairs, he looked back and saw his aunt standing in the frame of her bedroom door.

The smirk on his face made it clear that she knew what he had just been spying on; well, that fit in with his plans nicely. He gave her a shit-eating grin that was as bold as he could make it.

Back in his room, he was not sure if he should press his luck more with his sister today. Caution would be key on this front, but he was excited, and he had to refocus himself. Just when he had calmed down enough to figure out his next move, he heard the shower turn off. It was a noise that he almost had tuned out until it wasn't there anymore. Snatching his towel off where it hung, he made a beeline for the hallway. His sister was backing out of the door with one towel wrapped around her and one spun up in her blonde hair.

"Gotcha!" He grabbed her sides and gave her a jump scare.

"Fuck!" she screeched and twisted herself in his grip. The result was the towel on her head falling over her face and the towel around her was only being held up by Carson. By a feel of cold air, she knew that her backside was completely exposed.

"Well, you are in an interesting situation, aren't ya?" Carson teased with delight. He was very close to her, and his hand held the towel on her sides just under her breasts.

"Stop feeling me up and close your eyes, dork!" She shouted.

He smiled and decided to follow instructions, "Ok!" He took a big step back and released the towel, but he did close his eyes.

The movement sent Brooke off balance, and when she righted herself, she realized she was standing stark naked in the hallway with her brother less than 3 feet away. Looking at Carson to make sure his eyes were shut, Brooke stopped picking up her towels. His eyes were shut; there was no way he was peeking, but by the smirk on his face, Brooke felt like he could see her anyway. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of her brother staring at her naked form, crouched on two knees in front of him. An interesting scene indeed.

"Well, are you decent yet? If you're gonna stay naked, at least let me look!" Carson laughed.

She had been taking too long, and she whipped up the towels to make a dash to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, Brooke didn't even shout a comment back at Carson; she was flush from the jump scare and the thought of her little brother seeing her naked. She sank onto the bed and just tried to catch her breath.

In the hall Carson chuckled; it wasn't really necessary to do that, but after all, she was still his sister, and it was a good laugh. Getting into the bathroom, he let the water run over him, and he tried to relax his mind a bit. He never thought plotting and sneaking would be so exhausting, but it was a good time to evaluate how he was doing. His sister, check. His mother double-checked. That left his aunt, well, only partly. Given how much his aunt suspected, he was actually going to wait for her to make the next move. He knew she would; she had always been flirty but also a bit impulsive. Just then the door to the bathroom opened and closed, and Carson could make out a figure approaching the shower. The shower door slid open a few inches.

"Hey! Occupied in here," he shouted over the water.

"Oops, sorry, baby, I was going to shower and forgot something up here," his aunt's voice called back. She always had such a high-pitched voice, so sweet, yet could say the most vile things.

An arm snaked into the opening in the door and reached around until her hand pressed into his chest.

"Ah, there you are!" She giggled, "Can you help me find what I need?" she said in a more husky tone.

"Eh, depends. What are you after?" he asked curiously.

"Oh, well... ", she paused, and her hand started to move down to his stomach, feeling his muscles as she went.

"It's a... bottle of hair cream. It's a long bottle, pretty thick, I think. It will have a white cream leaking out the top and... oh, I always forget how big it is," his aunt replied with a giggle.

Just by the way she was laughing, he could tell she was relishing the innuendos, but she was slightly curious about how big the imaginary bottle was.

Speaking slowly, Rhonda cooed, "Come oooooon.. Carson, if you just put the tip in my hand, I can take it from there," she egged him on further.

He wasn't sure what she actually expected from him, but he took a little gamble. He took her hand in his; he would play her game.

"Well, if it is just the tip you want, that will be just about... here," he said this slowly and drew her hand away from his body until her hand did hover above the tip of his cock.

"Whoa... that's... I mean... " Rhonda stuttered; when she had started this game, she hadn't expected him to actually hint at his size. Or that he would be so... large.

Her knees wobbled a bit, and she clenched her pussy; it had been so long since a nice fat cock had parted her moist lips.

Pushing her hand out of the shower and closing the door, he jested, "I don't think that was the right one; you couldn't have used this one before. It is probably bigger than what you were thinking of."

Backing up, Rhonda opened the door, but before stepping out, she barely whispered, "Oh, you don't know what I can handle."

Carson grinned as the door clicked; he had successfully got the upper hand back with his aunt. Now it was his move; he would have to think carefully so he didn't take things too far. Sure, his aunt might be the first to actually fuck him, but he wasn't going to take that chance just yet.

He could wait for her to shower and go in to touch her like she had, but no, he didn't think physical contact from him would be well received so quickly. Actually, she might think he would do just that; something that impulsive would be the way a dumb guy would handle this. He had to up the ante; that was the goal. Make his aunt escalate until there is only one option; she had just made a bold first step, so he would make a bold second; it would be the last thing.

Dinner was a rather quiet affair that night; each person having a lot on their mind meant that there was only some small talk. After the table was cleared, they all sat in front of the TV and talked about the holidays being nearly over. One last small victory for Carson was when his mother had glanced over at him and smiled from across the living room. He smiled back and caught her checking on his crotch. She glanced back at him again a few minutes later; he made sure to show arousal. His mother looked conflicted after that and was rather quiet. It was much later when his aunt finally broke the silence.

"Well, shower and bed for me." She yawned and stretched out. That gave him a nice long look at her hourglass figure and amazing ass, which Carson appreciated.

"Night, Aunt Ronnie," his sister chimed, using the affectionate nickname only he and his sister had been allowed to use.

The other two women also called it a night. He called out that he would be making his way to bed shortly as well, "Night, Mom; night, Brooke."

Grinning, Carson made his way downstairs with a small glass from the kitchen. Outside the bathroom he heard the shower already running; this would be perfect. Slipping into the steam-filled room, he took a moment to look in the shower; the frosted glass hid the view, but being so close was all he needed to get hard once again.

"Hey, Ronnie!" He called out and giggled slightly when she jumped.

"Carson, what are you doing?!" she hissed out, trying to keep her voice down.

"Oh, well, I was thinking about the hair cream that you wanted earlier," he replied as he made a show of pulling his cock out of his shorts.

Rhonda was looking through the glass back at him, and her jaw dropped when a long flesh-colored blur appeared in front of her handsome nephew. She strained her eyes, squinting to make out more detail.