I'm an early riser, for once

I wake up at seven in the morning, groggy but coherent. I rub the sleep from my eyes as I slide onto the edge of my bed. Damn, why so early? I look at my clock again. I haven't woken up this early since I was in high school! I stretch as stand up, pulling my arms overhead and then bending over in a now seemingly natural yoga pose. After, I poke my head into the hallway and see everyone's doors are still closed. They must still be asleep.

I think for a moment, considering going back to sleep, but I'm wide awake now. With nothing better to do, I decide to get my day started.

One blue pill later, and my senses are on fire once again. As soon as it hits my system, a thousand thoughts come into my mind. One part of my brain chews through the information I gathered last night, reframing it, organizing it, and extrapolating it. In only a moment, I have a plan drafted to earn my degree by next Wednesday. Another part of my brain focuses on the dinner with my family, my mind already parsing the audio into multiple streams and recalling Ashley's words with perfect clarity.

"He said if I let him grab my breasts that he'd close the deal with me. I don't know why he even wanted that, I have small tits. It's not like there's anything there to feel other than padding! I laughed it off at first, but he was serious. If I didn't do it, he'd walk. And that means I'd lose my commission. I spent weeks working with this guy to make this sale, and he knew it." She paused for a few moments. "I guess he just wanted to feel powerful or something. Fucking jackass." I see her brushing her raven black curls behind her air in my mind. "I let him do it. It was only for a few seconds, and then he signed the papers."

My mind recoils at the thought of Ashley being **** into that position. Who the fuck did this to her? I pace back and forth in my room while my mind devolves into a supercharged mess of anger and resentment. No, he won't get away with it, I'll make sure of that. But I need a plan! The instant I conceptualize my desire, the plan is there, ready, waiting. All I need to do is follow through on it.

I smile. Whoever he is, he's fucked. No one will hurt my family and get away with it.

With another burst of nootropic energy, I sit down at my desk and dive back into my work. I have a few hours to myself before anyone expects me to be awake, which I use to open a late admission into a nearby university that supports course exams. I link the payment to my business account and schedule it for next week, knowing I'll have more money by then. Then, I dive back into my projects. For the moment I abstain from studying, focusing on my commercial projects. As part of my plan, I conceptualized a scalable web application to fill a niche role I found during my research. More specifically, my new project is a designer-friendly web builder tool that allows non-technical users, developers, and designers to build high-fidelity websites with full control over their design. Not exactly a novel idea, but the existing products have poor reviews, a lot of users, and make a lot of money.

In a few hours, I've learned the basics of modern web development, user experience, and deployments. I deploy my startup product page for Noox, my intended product name, and start to spread it across forums and other communities to garner interest.

Just as I finish checking over the website, I hear a knock at the door. "Dom, are you awake yet? Ashley is about to leave for work again. I thought you might want to say bye."

I check the clock. It's just past nine-thirty, surprisingly late for Ashley to be departing for work. Still, I answer the door. Mom has already changed into her usual attire: a light grey sports bra and neon yellow yoga pants. My nootropic brain bores into her fit form with a worrying hunger, and I once again realize that this **** seems to be altering my perception of my mother. I don't have time to combat it, though, and a "Wow, Mom. Who knew I'd be so lucky to have a beautiful woman like you wake me up one day," slips out. A faint blush colors her cheeks, and she playfully slaps my chest.

"Alright, Dom, thank you. Your sister is downstairs, so you'd better hurry." I break my gaze away from her seductive form and shuffle downstairs to see my sister, Ashley, already dressed for business and about to head out the door.

She's dressed in black slacks, a white button-up blouse, and a pair of black heels. She turns to see me with a sad smile, and I'm struck yet again by the beauty of the woman before me. My mind observes a thousand details at once, simmering with adoration. Her long, black curls that seem to fall just the right way across her shoulders, as though it isn't intentional. The tightness of the satin blouse across her shoulders and chest, accentuating the peak of her small but firm breasts, entrapped in a padded bra. The subtle curve of her hips, enticing and alluring despite their narrowness compared to Mom's. The smoothness of her skin, the vision of beauty at twenty-six years old. She's a petite firecracker, something that I never quite picked up on. The fact that she is the sole supporter of our family only makes her more desirable.

"Hey, Ash. I just wanted to say bye," I manage, my mind returning to the present after it's split-second diversion. I move in for a hug, and she sags into me. I enjoy the soft sensation of her lithe breasts against my chest, the heightened sensation sending a shiver down my spine.

"Thanks, Dom. I'll see you this weekend."

She pulls away, that sad look still on her face, and I can't stop myself from speaking. "Ashley, I want you to know something. I heard what you said last night. What you had to do for us. I want you to know this: it won't happen again. I am going to become the man you need me to be. I will support you. And, most importantly, I will make him pay for what he **** you to do."

That sad smile never leaves her face, and she gently taps me on the chest. "Sure, Dom. Sure."

And she's gone, the door closing behind her as she leaves for another week of work.

I turn around, seeing Mom standing at the foot of the stairs, leaning against the wall. She gives me a faint smile, then turns around. "Going to wake Kelly," she says over her shoulder. My mind processes the words, but I sat the thought aside for the moment. All I can do is focus on the soft shadows dancing across Mom's ass as she moves.