A quiet night at home

Now that both of you are starting from a clean slate, so to speak, you have to consider where to go from here. Your sister stands by the table, arms still crossed and wearing an irritated expression, which is customary when dealing with you. Sitting at the table, you and your sister continue to lock gazes mutely. You with a blank look and Andrea shifting to an eyebrows raised, eyes wide open glare, daring you to do something else stupid. It reminds you of the glare Ginny gives her brothers in Harry Potter.

Seeing her two children having a stare down, your mother intercedes again. “Instead of doing anything major, start small. Baby steps.”

Wanting to start off on the right foot this time, you get up from your chair and hold out a hand for Andrea to shake, “Mom’s right. Let’s…cut each other some slack and start fresh. I’m not trying to piss you off. I want us to get this right. Do over?”

Without a word, your gorgeous sister takes your hand and gives it a few hard pumps, but her face is scrunched and her eyes are narrowed in suspicion.

After letting go, you shift under her unchanging glare. You look around the area, trying to find a distraction or idea. Anything to forestall another verbal ass-beating. Honestly, you had no friends to call on to get out of the house for a while and you weren’t the most extroverted or adventurous of people. Hell, you’d prefer just being lazy and sitting on the couch while watching TV.

That’s it!

“Why don’t we stay in?” you ask, looking between your mother and sister. Mom looks politely bewildered, but Andrea’s face continues to scrunch up like she’s eating a lemon. Seeing you’re not getting much with a single question, you elaborate. “Why don’t we have an at-home date? Like Netflix-and-chill?”

At this, your mom brightens up and your sister stops glaring and takes your mother’s place looking bewildered. “Oh, that’s a wonderful idea, dear!” Mom gushes. Turning to her daughter to explain, “This way you can both be in a setting where you’re comfortable and if anything happens that’s a faux pas, there won’t be any audience to be embarrassed in front of.”

Your sister looks dubious, but her bitchiness is in low-gear for the moment. “That’s…something…I guess.”

Not exactly a rousing endorsement, but beggars can’t be choosers at this point. Your sister may be compelled to be in a relationship with you and your mother might be encouraging, but you think it might be more satisfying and fun if the relationship wasn’t antagonistic even when you were fucking. The Developers had stated this wouldn’t actually change how your sister felt towards you, but it was a start, right?

The females in the room continued to look at you expectantly while you pondered and realized they were waiting for you to get the ball rolling. Right. “Eh hehe, why don’t we…get in our pajamas?” you suggested with a less than confident tone. Mom nodded and Andrea gave a huff before turning on her heel and briskly moving toward your shared room.

Mom smiled and put a hand on your shoulder, “This is a good idea. Give her a few minutes and then go get changed.”

You nodded and sat back down to shovel down some more dinner until you heard the shower running upstairs. Taking that as your cue to get ready, you stepped into the bedroom you and Andrea shared. Not planning anything fancy, you step into a pair of green, plaid lounge pants, some fuzzy socks and slippers, a gray t-shirt and head back downstairs to sit on the couch and start browsing the TV for something to watch.

It doesn’t take long for the shower to stop and the faint sound of drawers and the closet opening and closing to signal Andrea was getting ready as well. You briefly wondered if your buxom sibling had switched back to bitch-mode during the shower and would go to bed as a middle finger to you, but your fears were unfounded as you heard feet padding down the stairs and her voice ask, “Alright, how are we doing this?”

Your dick immediately started to get hard when you turned to look at her. Even dressed down, your sister was a knockout. Where your pajamas were of the ‘covering up and being warm’ variety, her style was ‘ease of movement and non-constricting.’ She was wearing her above-shoulder-length blonde hair down. Fresh out of the shower, it was still damp, but strands clung to the side of her face and framed her beauty with no makeup. Her top was a thin, white tank that was easily a size too small and clung to her in a way to make it obvious she was not wearing a bra; you could even see her nipples outlined through the fabric. Her pajama bottoms were a pair of cotton booty shorts that followed the theme of being too small and were high-cut. Speaking of, her long, long legs were bare and looked so smooth you caught one of your hands already lifting up to reach out to her, but stopped yourself. On her feet was a simple pair of fuzzy ankle socks that looked both adorable and were definitely keeping her feet warm.

“Um, hi, hey, Andrea.” you said, ogling your sister and admiring how her porcelain complexion was slightly pink with the heat from the shower. “Are you, uh, hi?”

Your elder sibling threw a questioning, almost beseeching look at your mother only to get a slight smile and ‘go-ahead’ nod from your mutual parent. Letting out a long-suffering sigh, Andrea approached the couch and fell onto the cushion next to you, not bothering to look at you. You couldn’t help staring and your eyes were fixated on her huge tits in her tank top before traveling over the rest of her body, stopping briefly to think of how cute her belly button ring was and then returning to her rack. It was no surprise she was a model and did so well at it. The word ‘gorgeous’ was too tame for her. Sitting there on the couch in casual clothes, even if they did show some skin, she still gave any photoshopped, made up, professionally scouted cover girl a run for their money.

Used to ogling from men in general and only tolerating it from you, Andrea threw you a few glances while you ran your gaze over her figure and scoffed, deciding to let your pervy eyes finish their tour. She’d agreed to this only because she felt like giving this relationship a try and this was actually a good idea. Not that she’d ever admit it to you. Staying at home? With nobody but your mother to witness how inadequate you were when dealing with women? Less embarrassment all around? That was good in her book. She stared at the screen, trying not to let on she was paying attention to you eye-fucking her like some pathetic virgin at his first strip club.

The silence was broken when you cleared your throat and spoke up, “Thanks for, y’know, trying this.”

She crossed her arms again, legs tucked under her and pointed away from you, and threw you another look that told you how little she thought of this ‘date.’

You pressed on, despite Andrea’s body language screaming that she had much better things to do with her time. Taking the blanket off the back of the couch where it was draped, you got another dirty look from your sister as she moved to let you get the blanket and drape it over both of your laps. “Is there anything you wanna watch?” you asked hopefully.

Fortunately, Mom saved you by sitting in the recliner next to the couch and addressed the both of you, “He’s trying, Andrea. Does he really have to do this with you giving him the silent treatment?”

Another sigh from the curvaceous bombshell next to you and she speaks with only a little edge to her voice, “You’ve never done this before right? The ‘Netflix-and-chill’ thing?” She reads your features and gets her answer, “OK, well, lesson one: when you invite a girl over for ‘Netflix-and-chill’ it’s expected that you won’t be doing much watching of TV.” She continues, “Don’t pick something that we’ll both be more into than each other.”

“Uhhh, I-I think we could watch a movie or some show that we’ve both seen?” you offer, in the opposite of smooth.

Andrea gives you another narrow look. Not wanting to push your luck, you pull up the streaming service and queue up your profile preferences. Spotting something safe and funny, “Hey, Cheers! We both used to like watching this.” you turn to your sibling hopefully.

She gives a non-committal shrug. “OK.”

Starting the last episode you were watching from the beginning, you’re soon drawn into a side plot of Carla’s son becoming a priest and the surly waitress enjoying her ‘get into heaven free’ idea. Within ten minutes, you scooch over to your sibling and drape an arm around her shoulders before laying a hand on her arm and touching the skin. She tenses for a moment, but quickly composes herself and other than cutting her eyes to you, she stays quiet and keeps watching the show. You had tensed up as well when touching her, but the fact your hand is still attached and not shoved up your own ass and your eardrums are in one piece is promising. Glancing over at Mom, she has a soft smile and gives you a similar nod as she gave your sister earlier.

Andrea rearranges herself so her body is angled more towards you and her legs are leaning slightly over yours. Taking this as tacit permission, you gently began stroking her arm with one hand while your other put down the remote and slipped under the blanket to lightly rest on her thigh. Her skin is warm and so smooth that you wonder if all girls feel this way or just her.

After ten minutes of you gently running your fingertips over her skin, your sister surprises you by grabbing your hand on her arm and placing it on one of her boobs. You freeze and she notices. With another glare at you, she turns back to the TV and speaks, “You keep touching me near my chest and up my thighs. Guess what? Girls know when a guy wants to go for the tits and ass. If I haven't slapped your hands away, that means you can keep going.”

“Thanks?” you reply.

“Another thing. Being all gentle and shy can be cute, but don’t sit there at first base when the others are open.”

“Huh?”

She rolls her eyes, “You keep touching a girl and getting her worked up, but not moving forward and going for the goods? That’s insulting on one hand and can be fucking infuriating on the other.”

“Andrea, language.” your mother calls from the sidelines, but is ignored.

“You want to touch my tits? I let you put your hands right next to them on my arm, that means go for it. Want to touch my ass? If your hand is within a few inches, do it.”

Taking her at her word, the hand frozen on her chest gives one of her boobs a shy squeeze. She takes a deep breath, filling your hand even more, but doesn’t curse you out and you respond with more squeezes and alternate to the other breast. Your hand on her thigh slides up further until you slip your fingers under the hem of her shorts and stroke the skin there. She shifts about, but that’s it. You don’t feel any additional cloth besides her shorts and know your fingertips have to be scant inches from her pussy.

“Andrea, are you…are you wearing underwear?” you ask, startled.

“No.” she answers bluntly. “Are you?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Huh.” is all she says.

Wanting to take her advice and move forward, you begin, “Hey sis, can I-?”

“You’re really going to ask after what I JUST said?”

“Sorry, sorry.” you say hastily. Taking a deep breath yourself, you move your arm around your sister so you’re going under her arm rather than over her shoulders. She moves her own arm to accommodate and you’re rewarded for your movement as your fingers glide under the hem of her tank top and cup one of her large, supple mounds. Giving it a few tentative squeezes, you run your fingers and palm around to admire the sheer perfection of her chest. She’s so big that your fingers can't even grope half of her boob and despite their size, her nipples are tight and small. You can even feel them standing up like hard pencil erasers. Switching to her other boob, you treat it to the same groping as you get more confident. Your pajama pants are feeling tight and you don’t think you’ve ever been harder as you enjoy the experience of fondling your big sister. “Holy fuck, Andrea, you’re perfect.”

A hint of a smile flickers over her pink lips as she lets you play with her knockers. “Enjoy it, dweeb.” She looks very smug.

“See, you two. Isn’t this nice?” Mom speaks up.

You both jump with a minor startle. You’d both forgotten she was there. Andrea’s smug expression disappears and her ‘whatever’ mask is back up. Mom isn’t done yet though.

“I’m proud that you’ve helped him get to second base, Andrea. Do you maybe want to fool around a bit too?”

Your sibling’s stunning features become thoughtful and her hand closest to you slides under the blanket to feel between your legs. And she definitely feels something there. Her eyes widen briefly before she goes back to being indifferent. “Big surprise, you’re hard.”

Despite her affecting a lack of interest, her hand proceeds to return the favor and she explores your boner through your pants. She only takes a minute or two to check your length and girth before following her own advice and slipping her hand in your pants and underwear to play with you.

Your hips buck at the feeling of your sister’s soft, warm, manicured hand gripping your hardness and give a few experimental pumps. “Oh, fuck, that’s nice.” you manage to gasp. She edges into smug again as her other hand joins the first under the blanket to pull down your underwear and pajama bottoms to make your cock more accessible under the blanket. Now getting your nut sack fondled by one hand and your shaft pumped by another, you’re definitely leaking precum, which she does not miss. Her fingers tease the leaking tip and rub it around the head and shaft like impromptu lotion. Figuring that turnabout is fair play (and judging by how hard her nipples feel against your hand) you remove the hand from her shorts leg and trail it gently over her firm, flat stomach, toying briefly with her belly-button ring before slipping down the front of her shorts.

Andrea must approve, because she sighs in a non-irritated way and adjusts her position next to you to both open her thighs and lean in to press her side and boobs against you. You gasp again and it’s only partially from your sister’s hands on your turgid member. Andrea was not kidding about not wearing underwear. Hand down between her legs, you find her lips completely smooth, moist and so warm you could feel her heat from outside of her shorts. “You’re wet.” you murmur under your breath without thinking.

“You’re hard. Shut up.” she retorts immediately.

“It’s so nice to see you two getting closer.” your mom adds with neither of you hearing her. “You see, Andrea? It doesn’t hurt to play with John’s cock unprompted to show him you’re in the mood. And John,” she addresses you, “You’ve been fondling her for some time now and there hasn’t been any arguments or anything. This is definitely progress.”

As your sister leans into you further until she is virtually draped over you, another idea pops into your head. Her eyes are almost closed and her breathing is getting heavier while your hands explore her body. Your fingers trail over her slit and toy with the moist cleft between her legs. She’s lightly shuddering at your touch and you’re trying not to hump her hands blindly while she plays with you in turn. While the two of you are doing your explorations, you notice her neck is inches in front of your face and decide to take a cue from those romantic scenes in movies and TV. Leaning forward, your lips press against the side of her neck, a little below her ear, and a full-body tremor shakes your big sister as she whimper-moans out, “Oh fuck.” under her breath.

Encouraged by her reaction, you continue to plant soft kisses and gentle exhales of breath around her throat. Andrea’s moaning becomes more audible and she angles her head while she presses her curves more insistently against you, giving you better access.

That’s not the only encouragement you get though as your mother speaks up again. “That’s good, John! Did you notice how she’s breathing funny and the goosebumps on her skin? That means she likes what you’re doing! I’ll bet she’s really wet right now.”

Mom was right, you’re not the only one squirming below the waist as Andrea keeps wiggling her hips to angle her slit against your probing fingers and closing her thighs around your hand. She feels even wetter and hotter now and you follow her advice to keep going since she’s not stopping you. You push the tip of one finger, then two, against her quim and get up to the second knuckle before she lets out a trembling squeal and bucks against your hand. “Eeeaaugh!!” she cries out.

She’s so tight you don’t know if you could even pull your fingers back out, but you don’t want to. You’d heard rumors that she’d taken plenty of dick and you’ve also heard her deny them. You’re leaning toward believing her, because if she’s been fucked as often as the rumors say, there’s no way she should feel like a perfect virgin down here. You can feel a rhythmic pulse and squeeze of her slick, inner walls and are fascinated by how her insides feel like a hot, silk vice.

“I think she likes it, John.” your mother chuckles, sounding smug in that way only parents can get away with.

Your elder sibling takes this moment to speak up, "I'm wet because he got lucky and found a nice spot. It's not like he's going to do it again.” She’s trying to sound unaffected, but the quaver in her voice makes it less than convincing. You continue to alternate which breast you’re playing with in your free hand and Andrea adds, “Okay, you're...wow.” she sighs with pleasure, “A little softer, I'm attached to these things, remember?” you oblige and adjust your pressure from groping to more of a caress. “OK, that's...not bad.” She’s practically panting by now. To her credit, your sister is giving as good as she’s getting and your cock is getting treated better by her hands than if you were at a top-dollar massage parlor.

“Your nipples are hard too.” You murmur with your lips against her ear, trying to distract yourself from the fact you and your sister were fondling each other like a pair of horny teens after Prom.

She turns her head to face you and bares her teeth, “Yes, my nipples are hard, dumbass! No surprise! I'm telling you how to touch them!" she snaps at you.

Instead of being worried, her attitude is actually reassuring. “That’s the Andrea I know.” you say with a smile before peppering a few more kisses along her jawline and behind her ear. She rewards you with a drawn-out, girly moan.

It’s at this point you remember you’re supposed to be watching a show together. Or at least attempting to. “I think we’re missing some of the episodes.” you state.

“Huh?” is your sister’s response as she shakes some of the lust fog out of her brain. She deigns to give the TV a quick look before bluntly remarking, “And you think I give a fuck?” Her bored look at the TV becomes a mischievous smirk when she turns back to you. It’s been years since you’ve seen that from her and never has it been directed at you. Now you know why all her exes, male and female, fell all over themselves just because she batted her eyes at them. “You wanna watch TV? Fine.” she says with a voice all sweetness and sarcasm. “But I’m sure you’ve got more entertaining things to pay attention to.”

There’s no further words before your sister repositions herself to kneel on the couch leaning over your lap. A move that takes your hands away from her world-class tits and soaking snatch. While you are sitting there dumbly, wondering what the hell is going on, your blonde sibling lifts the blanket that had been covering your laps and dives under. Thoughts disappear from your mind as the sensation of soft lips and a warm tongue envelop your dick and take you to the base.

Without thinking, both hands fly to the bump under the blanket at your crotch and stay there. You might feel a vibration and hear a muffled sound that is your sister chuckling at your reaction. The bump starts moving up and down and your cock is treated to a steady, repeating feeling of the pull and slide of Andrea’s mouth. While she may have felt like a virgin between her legs, you would not use that word for her blowjob skills. As her head moves underneath the blanket, your crotch gets wetter with the knob polishing and loud, wet sounds rise from underneath the covering. It’s all you can do to not **** her head down and empty your nuts in her oral cavity. Holy shit your sister could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!

“This is so sweet.” you hear off to your side and you jump in surprise again. Oh, right. Her. Your mother is still sitting in the chair next to the couch and she’s surveying the scene with a warm, maternal pride. “An hour or two ago you were fighting. Now look at you. Such hot foreplay.” You are gaping at your mother. Partly in surprise that this whole situation is happening anyway and she’s fine with it, and mostly because your sister’s head game has you blank in the skull. “You look like you’re having fun sweetie, but remember, relationships are a two-way street. Andrea is going to town, but reciprocation doesn’t hurt. Maybe there’s something you can do to show some appreciation?”

You continue to stare at your mother before her smile widens and she points to her rear end.

Several seconds of more blank looks from you and she leans forward in her chair and points at the other end of the large bump under the blanket. Your sister’s ass, swaying like the most temptingly hidden treasure ever.

You’re certainly not going to let this opportunity go to waste, are you? Pushing the blanket you used to use when you slept on the couch off the other end of your sister’s hidden form, you feast your eyes on quite possibly the sexiest ass you can imagine. Andrea was sort of a fitness junkie. Not like she was obsessed with dieting or exercise, but she was blessed with genes that made her a centerfold-worthy hottie and she put in the work to keep her body in prime shape. She definitely didn’t skip leg day. Andrea’s backside was a delicious bubble and you couldn’t decide if it was more flattering to call it a peach or heart-shaped. Maybe the best word would be ‘perfect?’ It stuck out a little, giving her booty that would make Sir Mix-a-lot write songs and had a firm, supple roundness that promised her cake would be sweeter than any bakery could hope to make.

With her position on the couch and choice of outfit, her shorts had wedged up between her apple-bottom globes and framed her ass to maximum spankability. Almost looking like a wide thong, you had a brief musing of if it could still be considered whale-tail if it was caused by outerwear. Feeling frisky, you reached back to touch her waistband and slid her shorts off as smoothly as you could. Feeling her juicy cheeks being exposed, Andrea felt sluttier than she had in weeks, and that made her pussy almost gush with arousal. The fact her younger brother was groping her was somehow so much hotter than she’d expected. When your hand ran over her smooth back to palm one of her cheeks and give it a squeeze, she answered by giving your cock a particularly hard suck and low squeak. The sensation on your member made you instinctively grab her ass more aggressively and put your free hand on the back of her silken hair.

Andrea never really thought of you as aggressive, but the experience of your hands at either end of her showing some hunger was something she was enjoying.

Gaining back presence of mind, you decided to pick up where you had left off when your sister had decided to start sucking you off. Plunging a pair of fingers back into her wet folds, you still didn’t push deeper than two knuckles before her tightness made you pause. God, if she was this snug with just fingers, how would she feel when you were balls-deep in her snatch? Beginning to slowly pump in her smooth snatch, Andrea gave another deep groan and returned to bobbing her head over your inches, worshiping your manhood in a way that pornstars would envy. Your grip on her skull tightened and you added a little pressure to encourage her as you sped up the pace of your fingers.

Watching her youngest child fingerbang her eldest while getting sucked off by the eldest, your mother gave a contented sigh. She’d been worried about you two after the first month when neither of you had jumped each other’s bones, but she guessed both herself and her daughter were right. Both of her kids needed some time to get used to each other and to get the jitters out of their systems. But you both also needed a little push to get started in the right direction. Hearing Andrea’s encouraging, dick-muffled moans in concert with your own moaning, your mother felt you’d both do fine together. Deciding to make herself scarce, but still keep close enough to intervene if something happened, your mother tip-toed to the kitchen to tend to the dishes and put away the leftovers. If she heard angry voices, she’d step in, but hoped things would progress without any further intervention. It was just a man and woman doing what came naturally after all. The fact the man and woman in question were siblings was irrelevant.

Maybe next time her kids would go out in public. She smiled at the thought of you two banging in the car or at some fancy restaurant. Maybe you’d fool around in a movie theater? She could certainly suggest it if either of you came to her for ideas.

Back in the living room, your sister was earning a fucking platinum Olympic medal in blowjobs and you were at least in the running for bronze for how you were making her squirm with your hands. You’d taken your other hand off of her head and reached under her fit body to lift her shirt and let her nubile jugs swing free. Even braless they hung high and proud, all natural and flawless. Swaying gently like the fruit that tempted in the Garden of Eden, you couldn’t help but return to fondling her glorious rack. Even with the indescribably pleasurable sensations of Andrea’s mouth, you remembered her previous guidance and did your best to caress her, not just roughly grab. She definitely appreciated the care you were treating her to and had upped her efforts from simply slobbering lewdly on your meat to wetly gulping you down every so often. Despite her oral skill, your sister did in fact have a gag reflex, but kept it in check like a trooper. The combined stimulation of her talented tongue giving you a lashing in the best way and her moans along with the periodic, gentle grip of her throat when she took you deeper than she was used to had you trembling on edge.

You were certainly giving your sister a run for her money in pleasuring a sibling as she was almost wild with lust from the twin sensations of having her arousal-sensitive rack played with and her cunt fingered vigorously, but not harshly. She’d fucked fellow models who had never gotten her this hot and she felt the all-too-rare growing tension in her core that heralded an orgasm. Doubling her efforts in a half-delirious bid to ‘win’ against her little brother, Andrea began bouncing her head almost violently, sucking and licking like she *needed* you to blow your load before she came.

Her intensified oral **** caused you to go cross-eyed and grunt with the effort of holding back. You curled inwards and pushed your hips back into the couch to try to decrease her access to your cock, but your sister in her dicksucking fugue followed your movements like a cock-seeking missile. Knowing you weren’t going to escape her, good ol’ sibling rivalry kicked in and you increased your own efforts with both of your hands. Knowing you couldn’t be rougher with her chest unless you wanted to spoil the mood and ‘lose’ to her, you instead finger-fucked her with more energy than you have ever shown. Being careful to not push deeper than was possibly comfortable for her, you ignored the way your wrist was starting to hurt and your arm was getting tired and gave it your all.

Unseen to you, Andrea squeezed her eyes shut and squealed as you accidentally flicked against a sensitive spot in her. Your big sister’s body locked up for long seconds before a full-body shiver rocked through her. Briefly congratulating yourself on making her cum first, that took a backseat to the awe you felt at watching your sister’s thighs tremble and feeling her tits shiver in one hand while her pussy squeezed the hell out of your fingers. This must have gone on for a solid minute before she went still, lips still wrapped around your cock. You felt a deep exhale through her nose tickle your pubes before she lazily lifted her head from your lap, causing the blanket over her to awkwardly get shrugged off. Her hair was mussed from your handling and the blanket, her eyes were unfocused from her recent climax and her face was flushed from pleasure, but you’d never imagined she’d ever looked more gorgeous.

“That,” she gasped. “...was *gasp*...passable.”

You were too light-headed to come up with a snarky comment. Wanting to keep the momentum going, you venture, “Hey, Andrea, do you want to,” she looks at you with a drowsy, almost placid air, “maybe go to bed?”

Seconds after you’ve said it, your sister’s eyes widen and you read surprise and anger in her pretty features. “What?!” she shouts. “You’ve got your fingers halfway up my cunt and I just sucked your dick and now you want to go to sleep?!” She almost sounds hysterical.

Hearing raised voices, your mother dropped what she was doing and rushed to the doorway with a worried look. She stays quiet however, only monitoring the situation to see how you both handle it.

Rethinking your phrasing and realizing how it might have sounded to your stacked sibling who was just coming down from an orgasm, you clarify, taking your hands off of and out of her body and waving them in a placating gesture, your fingers still sticky with her grool. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I m-meant, wh-why don’t we go to our room where we have a bed a-a-and…continue?”

The upward inflection on your last word makes your sister turn over your choice of words in her head and she realizes what you actually meant. Her anger vanishes like fog in the desert sun and her pretty face returns to a neutral blank as she sits up, tits still out and answers slowly. “Sure,” she stands up and holds out her hand to you. You take it hesitantly, not sure if you’re about to get a very unpleasant surprise. Your sibling can be hard to read sometimes. “...let’s…go upstairs.” she completes her thought, dragging you by the hand with her shorts still pulled down around her thighs and your wet cock bobbing behind her, aimed at her naked ass while you’re led to your shared bedroom.

Seeing her kids, literally half-naked and almost dashing up the stairs, your mother gives a sigh of relief as she holds her hands clasped over her own chest, trying to get her heart to stop pounding. False alarm. Just a brief misunderstanding and you both got over it quickly and cleared it up. Now it was looking like her children were about to go all the way. Hearing the door to your room close with a final sound and the faint shuffle of movement from the floor above, your mother smiled and went back to the kitchen.

Yeah, you two would be fine.