I always did like duvet days with Mom and Sis!

I chuckled softly as the pleasant memories of my childhood filled my head. Long weekend days spent wrapped in my mother's arms while we watched Disney films on the couch. My head resting on her ample breast feeling her rise and fall... my nose filled with her delightful scent, the feel of her warm body against mine... My adult mind started to drift, altering my childhood memories, melding them with my recent carnal thoughts. Being under the covers with two beautiful women, cuddling close, perhaps letting hands drift to inappropriate areas...

"Damn, that sounds like fun," I say as our mother held Rachel and I close. Being this close to two beautiful women was getting me excited, my carnal thoughts overriding the more practical side of me that cautioned that we needed the money, the rent was coming due soon. "Can you call in?"

"Anything for you, Mike," Mom assures me, her mouth close to my ear, her breath hot against my cheek as she nuzzled into my neck.

"Let's get inside then. Before the neighbors start gossiping," I suggested, **** to leave this close embrace but eager to get these two women alone in our apartment. "I got her, if you can get the door," I assured mom, slipping my arm around my sister's narrow waist, guiding her through the door that Mom held open for us.

"Look at you, so big... so strong," Rachel murmured as I half carried her across the hallway towards the elevator, her hand coming up to rub my chest, her fingers caressing me as Mom pressed the call button. "So gentle... caring," she sighed drunkenly in my ear, her head lolling onto my shoulder as I maneuvered her into the lift, letting Mom press the button for our floor. "Not like Leroy. He... he didn't know how to treat a woman. I wish someone like you loved me," she sobs into my ear, pressing her face against my chest as her thin body is wracked by sobs.

"I love you," I assured her gently, kissing the top of her head as leaned against me, giving her a good squeeze.

"Love you too.... bro," she sighed into my chest. Glancing over I saw Mom watching us, her eyes shining with pride as I hugged my sister, doing my best to comfort her in this time of distress. The elevator binged, the car coming to rest as we stood there, lingering together as we waited for the doors to open. I guided Rachel down the hallway as Mom hurried past us to open the door to our apartment. As she hurried down the hallway, I couldn't help but notice how nicely her dark slacks were fitting her these days. She'd joined a gym, going a few times a week after work, and it was paying off.

"Thanks, Mom," I smiled at her as I guided my **** sister into our apartment.

"You take care of Rachel, I'll go move the car and call work," Mom says with a smile, watching me with a tender smile on her face. "You're such a good brother... and son," she assures me softly, placing her hand briefly on my shoulder before hurrying back out of the apartment.

"Here we go," I say to Rachel as I guide her into her bedroom, moving her towards her bed.

"Sorry for being such a pain," Rachel sighs as I turn her around, sitting her on the edge of her bed.

"Don't be sorry for being a pain," I assure her. "You're not a pain. You've been through a lot."

"We all have," Rachel countered, a flash of anger in her eyes as she tossed my jumper on to the floor.

"True," I agreed as Rachel started undoing the buttons of her blouse.

"You know what I liked?" She asked me, her blouse now hanging open, revealing her flat stomach and cute navel.

"What? What did you like?" I ask as she let her blouse fall off her arms, leaving her sitting there in a pink bra and her school skirt, still wearing her black shoes and white knee high socks.

"It was nice to hear you say that you loved me," she tells me, looking up at me with a smile as she unzips her skirt, pushing it down over her slender hips, letting it fall down her legs to pool at her feet. "Why didn't Leroy love me?" She demanded suddenly, standing up, wobbling a little on unsteady legs as she spread her arms, posing there in just her pink bra and matching panties. "How could he not love this?" She demanded, looking down at her shapely young body.

"He's a fool. A damned fool," I told her as I let my eyes run up and down her body. My sister's pale white skin was in stark contrast to her strawberry blonde hair.

"You really think so?" She looked up at me, an eager anxious look in her eyes as she waited for my assurance. "Do you... do you find me attractive, Mike?" She asked softly, her voice little more than a whisper.