Lady Owner: Brother makes it down.

"What's going on here?"

"Oh, hey AJ." Pamela cheerily looked up. We had moved to the table, where I sat while she shoved my face into her boobs. Both of them were out in the open, her neckline tugged down to set them free. "I prepared some breakfast! There's your plate." She pointed to a plate of eggs and bacon and sausage. It was beside my thigh.

"Yeah, but why is she sucking on your nipples?" AJ pulled a chair.

Pamela shrugged. "Why not? You never seemed fond of my breasts."

"Mom, that's gross! I'm your son." AJ took a spoonful of scrambled eggs and lifted the fork to his lips.

"That's why Pamela is getting breast, and you're getting the usual. Now eat up, mister. You two are going to be late."

Raising my eye above my stepmom's titflesh, I cast a glance at my brother. Currently on him was a nicely fitting white shirt with the iconography of a ball plastered over the torso, made to look like that of the earth, with an orbiting whoosh effect tailing it. His pants were hidden under the table. Probably his usual athletic shorts. Usual slick hair coated his head. His face was as handsome as ever.

"Hey Mom," he piped up, suddenly. "Wanna see my muscles?"

Pamela clapped her hands together. "Of course I do. Show me your guns, dear."

Scooching back, AJ set his fork down and raised an arm. He brought his forearm up in the classic flex pose. Next, he visibly tightened his muscular limb, and wryly pulled his sleeve out of the way to show her mother and I his bulging set of biceps.

"Ooohoo!" My giggly stepmom reached out to smack the firm, hard bicep. "Nice arms, hun. Now hurry up and finish your food, it's going cold." Her last statement had been a marked change in tone, so much so it was quite comical. But no one found any of the ongoings odd. AJ simply returned to his eggs, sleeve let loose over his bicep once more, muscles relaxed.

Meanwhile, I was a little wet.