Back down for now

Taking a deep breath, you turn and hurry off down the stairs. Getting into a fight with Dad right now could make things even worse. Not worth it.

Even as you retreat, you don't give up. Before you reach the bottom step, you've come up with a new plan of attack.

"Cassidy?" You round the corner to find your brother still playing video games, a container of Chinese food balanced on his lap. "Listen up."

"Huh?"

"We're gonna have to stop using Mom, at least for now."

"Yeah, right," he scoffs. "When Dad's around, maybe."

"He'll find out," you continue with a shake of your head. "Mom's on his side, and apparently she's not stupid enough to manipulate... Yet."

Cassidy pauses his game and leans back into the sofa. "You've got a plan, yeah?"

"Always," you reply with a smirk. "We just need to be patient. Dad's pissed, but we still hold all the cards... Just gotta wait until he realizes that. As for Mom, she'll either get **** or get dumb enough for me to control. Maybe a little of both... And Dad can't babysit her 24/7."

"Right... But what do you need me to do?"

You shrug. "Jerk off, I guess." He raises an eyebrow as you continue. "Seriously, just jack it whenever Mom's around. Cum on the floor or in the sink or whatever... Just make sure she sees you wasting it. That should speed things up."

"What if she calls me out? We're on a 'break...' Doesn't that mean we have to wear pants and shit? Quit jerking off around the house?"

"Not explicitly, and that'll be enough to confuse her. Just say it's **** of habit... That you're so used to being able to bust a nut anytime, anywhere. She'll probably buy that."

A smile appears on your brother's face. "Shit, she probably will. Good call." With that, he grabs his controller, quits the game, and pulls up a web browser. "She's coming down soon, right? Time for some porn."

"Ugh, while you're still eating? You're so fuckin' gross--" You stop short and roll your eyes. "...Which is just what we need right now, I guess. Jerk away."

As you wander into the kitchen to grab your own lunch, you hear high-pitched moans from back in the living room. Guess he's still on a hentai binge. At least Dad won't mistake that fake-ass soundtrack for us fucking Mom.

You hear the shower stop just as you begin eating. By the time you're done wolfing down a box of noodles, somebody's making their way down the stairs.

"Marcus? Cassidy?" It's your mother, calling out curiously. "What is that noise?"