Dinner and a Sleepover

"Rachel hunny, dinner is almost ready!"

Her mother's voice startled her, as Rachel groggily realized she had dozed off in the living room. She wasn't certain how long she had napped for, but she felt fairly well rested, with a weird sense of mental clarity that didn't usually accompany a random cat nap.

Rachel yawned, stretching her tall, lithe form, causing her supple breasts to rise delicately. Somehow during her nap, her white blouse had come unbuttoned all the way down to her cute bellybutton, and her bra was fully visible. A joyful giggle escaped her lips, as she admired her own beautiful figure.

Her mom was at the kitchen counter, wearing a tight, short, sleeveless, red polka-dot dress that hugged her curvy body perfectly. Rachel couldn’t help but stare at her mom’s round, plump ass, the cheeks jiggling as she bent over to grab a plate from the lower shelf. Her mother’s toned legs looked stunning in the high-heeled sandals she had tastefully paired with the dress. Rachel felt a stirring in her tummy as she took in her mother’s beauty, admiring her mother, her role model.

"Hi Mommy!" Rachel called out cheerfully, walking over to give her a warm hug from behind, pressing her chest against her mother's back, and wrapping her arms around her waist. She inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of her mother’s perfume, feeling a warm, comforting sensation fill her.

Rachel heard her Mom giggle as she held her. The girl licked her lips as she stared at her mother's backside, the tight fabric of the dress stretching over her round curves. She couldn't quite put her finger on the feeling, but it was definitely exciting and totally natural.

"You look...amazing, Mommy," Rachel murmured.

Marge turned around, her cheeks flushing. She smiled noticing Rachel’s eyes lingering on her body.

"Why, thank you, Rachel!" she replied, her voice light and airy. "It's just a little something I thought would look nice."

"It does! Super, super sexy, Mommy!" Rachel gushed.

Marge seemed to beam with pride at her compliment. To Rachel, it felt good to know that her mom was finally feeling appreciated for the effort she put into looking nice. Something about her behavior from earlier was faintly lingering in the back of her mind, but the genuine warmth in her mother's voice washed away any remaining semblance of doubt.

"Thanks, Rachel. I'm so happy you like it..." she paused, eyeing her daughter. "You know, I'm so happy to see you in such a better mood than earlier," her Mom said, her eyes sparkling.

Rachel tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowing slightly trying to recall what could have possibly upset her earlier today.

"Oh, I don't know what you're talking about, Mom. I had a great day shopping with Lila." Her day felt like it was all a distant, fuzzy memory. All she could remember was the warmth and comfort of the shopping trip and her nap. Rachel replied with a shrug, smoothing her blouse over her breasts.

Her mother's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with something Rachel couldn’t quite place. "Well, if you don’t remember, I suppose it's not important. But now that dinner is almost ready, I think you should get changed into something more... appropriate."

Marge nodded towards Rachel's outfit, and Rachel looked down at her clothes. For the first time, it dawned on her how dull and plain they were. Her jeans and blouse suddenly seemed like a prison, hiding her beauty from the world. Rachel nodded, feeling the need to look sexy and appease her mother.

"You're totally right, Mommy," Rachel said, her voice soft and childlike. "I should change into something much sexier."

Marge's eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "Perfect! Go pick out one of those sexy little numbers you bought today. I'm sure there's something in there that would look amazing on you."

Rachel skipped off towards the stairs, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of changing.

As Rachel walked past her brother’s open door, she felt butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't believe she'd gone the entire day without checking in on her favorite person alive. She shuddered just thinking about him; he'd really become such a little stud since turning eighteen.

Rachel licked her lips just thinking about him, and couldn't help but peek in.

Lila, Rachel's best friend since kindergarten, was straddling Brian on his computer chair, her shirt and bra seemingly long discarded, and her sexy, perky tits squished against his bare chest.

Her friend’s skirt was riding up around her waist, exposing her lacy blue thong, which was already wet from the excitement of being so close to Brian. Rachel had always thought Lila had the most amazing ass, and watching it bounce and grind against her brother's crotch was mesmerizing. She felt her own pussy throb with desire as she saw the way Lila's muscles tightened and balanced on his lap.

Brian’s hands were planted firmly on Lila’s hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of her rear as he pulled her even closer to him, their kisses growing more passionate by the second. Rachel had never seen Lila so...so ****, so needy. She'd only seen her kiss one other guy in her entire life at a party, and it was nothing like this.

Lila’s hair was a wild mess of blonde waves cascading around her flushed face, her full lips red and swollen from their intense make-out session. Rachel’s eyes trailed back down to her brother’s hand, which had snuck under the waistband of Lila’s thong, his fingers playing with the slick folds of her pussy. In response, Lila humped and grinded her body against Brian's shirtless chest and fingers, whimpering like a puppy depserate to go outside as she bombarded his face with loving, sensual kisses.

"Oh God, Bri, it feels so good!" she whispered into his ear.

Brian chuckled, his chubby fingers moving faster and more confidently. Rachel could see the bulge growing in his boxers.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned into her ear, his voice thick with lust.

"I know," Lila moaned, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "It's all for you lover. Only for you..."

Rachel felt a sense of pride knowing that her brother was the one causing Lila such pleasure. She had always assumed her friends had major crushes on him, not that she could blame them. He was a total hottie, and it made perfect sense why Lila would be saving herself for him. She laughed, as the realization hit home that Lila's constant presence at their home likely had as much, if not more to do with her wanting to impress Brian than hang with Rachel.

With a skip in her step, Rachel went into her bedroom and dug into one of the shopping bags from earlier. She pulled out a short, black, bodycon dress that she had bought that very afternoon. The fabric was tight and hugged her body like a glove, highlighting every single curve. Rachel knew that the dress would show off her figure perfectly, and randomly thought that Brian would absolutely love it.

Looking into the mirror, Rachel turned to the side, placing her hands on her hips, and sticking out her butt. She gave a little wiggle, watching as the dress moved with her, showing off her firm, round cheeks. Rachel felt a warm, tingly sensation in her stomach as she thought about her brother’s eyes ogling her in this dress. She giggled and blew herself a sensual kiss.

Pulling off her blouse and jeans, Rachel tossed the boring set of clothes into her hamper, and slipped the dress over her body. She had to admit, she felt pretty hot herself. She had on a matching black lace set of bra and thong that she had bought during their shopping trip. Rachel knew she had picked them out specifically with the hope that they would make her feel sexy, but now she was much more excited for Brian to see them.

The bra pushed her breasts up, making them appear even larger and more perky than usual. The thong barely covered her pussy, leaving a little strip of hair visible above the fabric. Rachel felt like a sex kitten as she twirled around in the mirror.

Her mother’s words echoed through her mind. "Pick out something sexy, Rachel."

Rachel had obeyed, and she couldn’t wait to show off her outfit. She had the feeling it was going to be a night she’d remember forever. She posed for several minutes in the mirror, continuing to flaunt her body to no one in particular.

Her heart racing, Rachel took a deep breath and strutted back downstairs, her knee high black boots clicking against the hardwood floor. She felt like a supermodel, confident and powerful, ready to conquer the world. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she called out, "Mommy, I'm ready for dinner!"

When Rachel entered the dining room, she found Lila and Brian already seated at the table. Her brother was at the head, looking like the king of the world, his shirtless chest puffed out proudly. Her best friend had put her tight blouse back on, but she had clearly forgotten to put her bra back on. Lila's perky, pink nipples pointed straight at Rachel, as if begging for attention. Rachel licked her lips, openly fantasizing over Lila's cute titties.

Lila's blonde hair was still a mess, her eyes sparkling with love as she gazed at Brian. She had one hand under the table, playing with her herself under her skirt. Rachel's eyes dropped to under the table and noticed the fact that she had left her panties upstairs.

"Looking good, Rach," Brian said, his eyes scanning Rachel from head to toe, a smile playing on his lips. Rachel felt a jolt of electricity at the way he looked at her, and she knew he approved of the sexy black dress she had picked out. Lila didn’t even bother looking up from her adoration of Brian, too lost in her own little world of pleasure to acknowledge Rachel’s entrance.

"Awww, you are just the cutest, little bro." Rachel gushed. Still getting used to walking in her boots that she rarely wore, she slowly stumbled over towards her brother, and gave him a big hug from behind and a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Super cute skirt also, Lila!" She complimented her best friend, who again didn't react to her presence.

Rachel grabbed a seat at the dining table and scooched super close to Brian, feeling the heat radiating from his body. She caught him ogling down her top, and she couldn’t help but smirk. Rachel playfully slapped his arm and whispered, "Nice try, buddy," before grabbing his head and planting a long, wet kiss on his cheek. The warmth of his skin and the patchyness of his stubble sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rachel noticed Mr. Hugglesworth perched on the kitchen counter, his one red eye seemingly glinting at her. It sent a thrill up her spine, as she heard a whisper: "He's the best, give him what he wants."

Rachel nodded almost imperceptibly, turning her full attention to her brother, who was watching her intently.

Brian's eyes returned to Rachel's chest, and she couldn’t help but feel a warm blush creep up her neck. Had Rachel never realized how absolutely gorgeous he was? Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his round jawline, the way his shaggy hair fell into his eyes, his blotchy face, and the way his pants always struggled to stay up around his chubby waist. She placed her chin in her hands, elbows on the table, as she gazed lovingly at him.

Her mother came around to set the food on the table, her own dress fluttering around her legs as she moved.

"Oh sweetie, that dress is stunning! You are one hot piece of ass!" Marge heaped praised onto her.

Rachel watched her mom's hips sway in her short, sexy dress and felt a deep sense of kinship with her. They were both dressed to impress, both ready to make sure that Brian was satisfied. Rachel felt her heart swell with love for her mother, understanding now why she had always been so attentive to her father, imagining doing the same with Brian.

Rachel sat there again trying to recall why she had been so upset that morning. It dawned on her that what bothered her most was the fact that her mother and Lila were getting all the attention from Brian, instead of herself.

Her Mom placed a big piece of chicken first onto Brian's plate, reiterating that she made it "just for her special, favorite, perfect boy." She grabbed one of the nicer bottles of wine their father kept in his bar cart and uncorked it, exaggeratedly leaning over in front of Brian to pour him a glass despite him not being 21.

Her breasts hung low and heavy, the neckline of her dress threatening to give away what lay beneath. As she bent down, her breasts swung slightly, the fabric tightening around her areola. Her mother practically thrust her chest into Brian's face as she filled his wine glass.

Brian's hand darted out to caress the soft flesh of their mother's breasts. The way his fingers squeezed and kneaded them, Rachel felt a sudden jolt of something she hadn’t felt before—was it jealousy? No, of course not. It was more like...envy. She wanted that too. Wanted her brother's gentle touch on her own breasts.

"Thanks for dinner Mom. God, you look so fucking hot tonight." He gave her breast another affirmative squeeze.

Rachel watched her Mom giggle uncontrollably, puffing her chest out even further, giving Brian even greater access to her boobs.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much sweetie. It's so wonderful of you to think that and I'm so happy you picked out this cute outfit for me. I just love looking fun and sexy for you!"

Turning to next serve Lila, her Mom stumbled a bit in her heels, but was clearly loving serving everyone. She unnaturally bent at her waist to plate Lila's dinner, at the same time putting her tush right in Brian's line of sight. He lifted her dress, exposing the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and gave her a playful, loving whack on her rear. She jumped and giggled at the contact, but remained bent over, allowing his hand to linger and squeeze her rump a bit.

"Anything else I can get for you sweetie," she asked, a look of pure reverence and affection in her eyes.

Brian took a bite of the chicken, chewing thoughtfully for a moment.

"No, it's perfect," he said, his mouth full of chicken. Rachel's heart skipped a beat. She knew she had to do something to get in on the action, to show her brother that she was just as loving and giving as their Mom.

Marge giggled, her cheeks a rosy shade of red, and leaned over the table to give him a sensual kiss on the lips, before she took her seat across the table from him, her dress riding up slightly to reveal her toned thighs.

Rachel noticed Lila look up from her plate of food, having cut a piece of chicken with her knife and fork. Her eyes were glazed with pure love and hunger as she gawked at Brian. Rachel knew that look. It was the same one she had as she thought about Brian. Rachel took a deep breath and leaned over to grab a spoonful of pasta, knowing she needed to take action.

"Here, Bri, you’re going to love this," Rachel whispered, her breath hot and sweet in his ear.

Her hand trembled slightly as she held the spoonful of pasta to his lips. He took a bite with a smile, his teeth scraping against the silverware. Complete satisfaction enveloped her as she watched him enjoy the food she was feeding him. It was almost like watching him take a bite of her love for him.

Lila mirrored Rachel’s actions, feeding him a piece of chicken with a seductive smile. "Your Mom really outdid herself, Brian", her voice dripping with adoration. Rachel nodded, unable to take her eyes off of her brother’s lips.

"Mmm, that's so good," Brian murmured, his cheeks bulging with food. Rachel’s heart swelled with pride as she watched her brother savor their mother’s cooking. It was clear to Rachel that he was the center of everyone’s universe tonight, as he should be.

The dinner conversation remained light and cheerful, the girls focused solely on feeding Brian. While the girls took turns, Brian placed a hand on each of their legs, starting at their knees and slowly inching his way up their naked thighs. His touch ignited the girls, making their thighs quiver as they struggled to maintain their composure while feeding him.

Rachel's mother, Marge, didn’t seem to notice the gestures between her children, too lost in her own little world of serving him. She frequently got up and leaned over the table to refill his wine, allowing him a full view of her ample cleavage.

“Lila, can you believe that Rachel had been totally mad at you and I earlier?” Her Mom asked aloud.

“MOM! That's so not true.” Rachel cried out, mortified that her Mom was still on this topic.

As he finished chewing a bite of chicken Lila fed to him, Brian turned to Rachel. “Really?”

Rachel blushed a deep shade of crimson.

“Ummm...I don't think so...but I am definitely not now. I swear” she pleaded. She couldn't think of a single thing her brother could do to ever make her upset, as his hand rubbed against the fabric of her underwear. Rachel thrust her crotch against his fingers, trying to emphasize that she was not upset with him.

“Oh fuck yes...” she wailed, her breath short and rapid.

“Whatever it was, you don’t seem like you are angry now, sis?” The question felt rhetorical.

“Nooooo...of cou...rse not Bri,” she whimpered, as he slipped two fingers below her underwear and into the depths of her vagina. Rachel gripped the seat cushion of the dining room chair while she desperately humped against her brother's fingers.

The room around Rachel grew hazy as she felt the pressure building up inside her. Her brother's hand movements grew faster, his thumb rubbing her clit in circles as Rachel threw her head back, her breathing erratic. She was so close, so close to the edge.

And then with a thrust, she was over it, her body convulsing with pleasure. Rachel's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she let out a cry that was half-moan, half-scream as she came, her juices soaking her brother’s hand.

Her orgasm seemed to keep going and going as she kept cumming all over Brian's fingers. Brian eventually pulled his fingers from underneath her dress and lifted his sticky hand to show their mother, who was again refilling his wine. Rachel closed her eyes, a wave of bliss overtaking her, as she heard her mom clap.

Brian reached over and wiped his sticky hand dry in Lila's hair, using his other free hand to give one of her tits a long, sharp squeeze.

"My sister is giving you a run for your money, Lila." Brian continued squeezing her chest, looking deeply into her eyes.

Finishing off the rest of his dinner, Brian detached from the girls and pushed his chair back, directing them to clean up.

Rachel, despite still coming down from her earth-shattering orgasm, leapt to her feet, alongside Lila. She noticed her Mom seemed to have lost her train of thought, as she was standing slumped, hands at her sides, concentrating deeply at something. Peering over her shoulder, she saw Mr. Hugglesworth casting a bright light in her face. Her Mom's eyes were vacant, mouth dangling open as she nodded along, as if she was having a conversation nobody else could hear with the inanimate object.

The girls let her be, as they were determined to clean the table to the best of their ability. It was what Brian wanted after all, and Rachel would see to it that her awesome little brother got what he wanted.

There was a ton to clean, but the girls were determined to get it done. Lila bustled about the kitchen, dutifully cleaning up some dirty dishes while Rachel fervently scrubbed away at a saucepan coated in tomato sauce.

Eventually, Rachel saw her Mom turn away from the bear, the same distant look in her eyes still present. She completely ignored the girls, as she sauntered over towards Brian, who was watching them clean, hand wedged deep in his pants.

"Mommy's ready for you sweetie. So, sorry it took so long," she stammered sheepishly, hands clasped behind her back, staring in awe at her son.

"That's all right Mommy. You're fixed now. Let's let Rach and Lila take care of cleaning, I think there's a few things for you and me to discuss upstairs."

“Yes sweetie…a lot to discuss,” her voice trailed off.

Rachel peeked her head out to watch her brother wander off upstairs with their mom. His hand was around her waist, bringing her in close to him, his hand resting on her ass. As they got to the staircase, he pinched her ass, which brought a squeal and a giggle from her.

The girls worked tirelessly in the kitchen, ensuring they left it as spotless as humanly possible. Finally, with a yawn, Rachel smiled and turned to Lila, both proud of their hard work.

“Don’t know about you but I’m ready for bed!” Rachel joked.

Lila in turn yawned herself, nodding to show how exhausted she also was.

As Rachel left Lila upstairs to get ready for bed, she headed off to brush her teeth. Hearing some murmuring from her parent’s room, she went off to investigate, toothbrush still in hand.

The lights were dimmed and the television faintly on, the silhouettes of her brother and Mom visible on the king-sized bed. Her Mom was dressed in an outfit she had never seen her wear, and had no idea she actually owned. Not that it didn’t look cute on her. Super cute, Rachel thought.

Specifically, her Mom was rocking an ivory, silk, lace trim sheer teddy. The dress was incredibly short, stopping right below her crotch. Had she made any sort of abrupt movement, Rachel guessed that her ass and vagina would have been exposed.

Like Lila earlier, her Mom was straddling Brian’s lap. Her brother was leaned against their parent’s headboard, boxers pulled down around his ankles. His hands were dug firmly into her ass cheeks, leaving noticeable red marks in her skin. No panties in sight.

Marge was gyrating her pussy against his lower abdomen, moaning lustfully as they made out. She could partially see her brother’s penis, which he was rubbing against the entrance of her vagina.

As he rubbed against her slit, she pulled back from kissing him, her face contorted in an expression of pure ecstasy as she grinded against his boner.

Her moans grew louder as Brian reached up to squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric of the sheer nightie.

“Mommy loves you,” she gasped, her voice thick with passion. “Mommy loves you and your perfect cock.”

Brian’s eyes rolled back in his head, his own moans of pleasure matching hers. “I know, Mommy,” he said, his voice strained. “You love your son’s cock, don’t you?”

Marge nodded, her eyes flying open to meet her son’s gaze. “More than anything,” she panted. “Mommy wants to feel it her all the time.”

Brian’s grip on her breasts tightened, his thumbs playing with her sensitive nipples. “And you will!”

Brian’s hand slammed down onto her ass, the sound echoing through the room as her moans grew even louder. “That’s right, Mommy,” he growled, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Mommy loves you so much.” Her eyes searched his, **** for his approval, his love.

“You’re lucky I’m so good to you, Mommy. Always acting all prim and proper. Always pretending to get upset at me for stealing your undies and watching you shower. You’re quite lucky I am still willing to put up with your little games.”

Marge whimpered, desperately trying to get his penis inside of her as he continued to tease her folds with it.

“And here you are, begging me to sleep over while Dad is gone. Dressed like a total whore. I always knew you had such a big, perverted crush on me. It was so obvious. Admit it,” Brian barked.

Rachel wasn’t sure what Brian meant by that. Mom looked cute. Super fun and sexy. She was many things, but a whore certainly was not one of them. Quite the opposite.

Her Mom’s eyes widened, her pupils dilated with a mix of shame and arousal. She nodded frantically, her mouth forming the words, “Yes, baby. Mommy has always had a big, perverted crush on you.” Each word she repeated after him was like a caress, a declaration of love and submission.

While Rachel was still a virgin, she had given her ex-boyfriend, Derrick, a few blowjobs here and there. Her brother’s penis looked a few inches smaller than Derrick’s, and probably a bit thinner. That said, there was something that was so wonderfully alluring about it. She was captivated by it. Her Mom seemed to be in the same boat.

“It’s perfect, he’s perfect,” a voice whispered.

“It’s perfect, he’s perfect,” Rachel thought.

Brian paused, and turned to her in the doorway. Shoot. Had she said that aloud? Not that there was anything untrue about it. His dick was perfect, and her little brother was as well. It was just an obvious fact.

Their Mom turned as well.

“Hi sweetie, did you need something,” Marge said lovingly, a warm smile on her face as she continued rubbing her crotch against her son.

“Oh…umm…nope, just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Goodnight dear. Your brother offered to keep me company tonight, so if you need anything just knock. He’s the best,” she said reassuringly, as Brian returned to squeezing her breasts. Mom giggled at his touch, but made no effort to deter him.

With that, Rachel waved goodnight, gently closing the door on her way out.

Washing off her tooth brush, she finished getting ready for bed, and headed to her room.

As she walked in, she saw Lila, lying under the covers. Her best friend looked so peaceful, eyes closed, breathing lightly with a happy smile on her face as she dreamed. As Rachel flicked off the lights and got ready to climb into bed next to her, she noticed, clutched tightly in Lila’s arms was Mr. Hugglesworth, his singular eye glowing.