Like a punch, it's only tuesday

The following morning, I manage to pull a few more contracts. I may have a plan for developing Noox, but Ashley is right. We need money now, and I know it. I check with Mom to see if she wants to do yoga, but she is still too sore. I continue working mainframe jobs I find online during the remainder of the day, although I stop to eat lunch and dinner with my family. Wednesday is more of the same, although Mom does ask me to give her another back massage in the morning. She's stiff, I can tell, and her butt is still sore. I try my best to keep it clinical. I don't want to creep her out. Later that day, I sit down with Ashley and show her some more details about Noox, although I haven't made much more new progress. By Thursday, Mom's back is feeling better but her butt is even more sore. I give her another back message in between contracts and she melts in my fingers. Our time together is interrupted by the postman delivering my degree, which causes another miniature celebration. Mom offers to frame it for me, to put on the wall in my room.

Throughout the week, my nootropic mind picks up on subtle changes in both my Mom, Ashley, and Kelly for that matter.

Mom seems more comfortable with our massage sessions, a sign of her growing trust in me. I continue to be there for her where I can, and I pick up on subtle cues that she is starting to recognize me as an authority figure. The man of the house, like I told her I would be. I can see it in the way she presses her knees together when she sits beside me on the couch, in order her tone continues to grow softer and more respectful. She continues to dote on me, of course, as any mother would, but it starts to shine under a new light. A respectful one.

Ashley becomes engrossed with Noox, so I give her access to my business documentation and let her explore it in more detail. Despite my nootropic brain giving me enhanced cognitive power and a thousand other advantages, Ashley has good ole experience and manages to find some points to improve on. I happily accept them. I offload some administrative work on her, like setting up management tools and other standard business processes, which she readily handles. I always knew she was a skilled worker, but I never realized to what degree. She's one of the most competent people I've ever seen, not that it means much with my limited working experience. But still, it is no wonder she was able to support all of us despite the strain it put her under. Through our long talks, I see changes taking place in her behaviors, just like with Mom. Respect wells within her, but not the differential kind that Mom is drawn towards. It's the respect of earned success, of hard work. I catch her smiling at me more often, no doubt proud of her brother for stepping up.

I don't get to spend much time with Kelly, unfortunately. I talk to her at dinner, and I share the news with her that I obtained my degree and was working jobs to help pay for things. Like always, she's indifferent to me, engrossed in her popularity and whatever drama is happening at school. She lets us know she's staying with a friend all weekend, at their parent's lake house.

On Friday morning, I pay off the line of credit that I opened to buy more pills. I have almost ten thousand dollars left. I plan to buy another seven pills from Brad, then give the remainder to Mom for bills. I send him a text to see if he's available, then walk out of my room to check on Mom. I find her still in bed, asleep. I check my phone. It's not even seven yet! Shaking my head, I go to the bathroom I share with my sisters and hop into the shower. As the warm water beats down onto me, I reflect on how far I've come in such a short time. A degree, in a week! A true, real, honest to god college degree. If it wasn't for my enhanced brain outlining the sequence of events that got me to it, I might not be able to rationalize it.

I run shampoo through my hair and lather it, then look down at my body as I wash the suds away. I've continued to grow fitter at a rapid pace, most of my body fat shredded away to reveal the hard muscle underneath. I haven't gained any muscle, really, but I look and feel fitter. More energetic. I can feel that if I wanted to, I could run ten miles without breaking a sweat. A far cry from what I was before. Then, there's my cock. Thankfully it hasn't grown any larger--I don't think I want a python in my pants--but the other changes are still there. Even now, it hangs heavily between my legs in anticipation. I've continued my masturbation schedule to try and keep it calm while I prepare other goals, but it's been difficult. The massages with Mom are particularly hard.

Even the mental recognition of rubbing lotion into Mom's body is enough to trigger an erection. Blood pumps into my shaft, swelling and engorging the red bulbous head. I contemplate switching the water to cold to calm down, but I rethink it. I've done a lot over the past two weeks. I've come far. Maybe I can reward myself?

I lean against the shower wall and wrap a hand around my shaft, slowly starting to tease it up and down. Each motion sends a shiver down my spine. "Ugh," I grunt, as the sensation builds. Images of Mom pop into my mind, laying beneath me on her bed as I rub lotion into her skin. I feel the sensation of her beneath my fingertips, imagine it wrapping around my cock. I see her bending towards me, her arms outstretched and her face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Despite regular masturbation sessions, my orgasm rises upon my like a tidal wave, swarming through my body and causing my knees to buckle. Cum fires from my cock in large clumps, landing on the shower door and floor. "Oh," I sigh, as my mind clears. Fuck, I forgot how much more intense orgasming is while on these pills.

I clean off the shower and then turn it off, stepping out into the bathroom to dry off with a nearby towel. I look at myself in the mirror and grin at the man staring back. My cock is still semi-hard and hangs between my legs with a satisfying heft. I shake my head at it, having no idea how it has so much energy.

As I run the towel through my hair and dry off my face, I hear the bathroom door open. I pull the towel out of my vision and turn to face whoever it is, surprised to see Kelly standing there with a shocked expression on her face. Even more surprising, she doesn't move. Doesn't say anything, in fact. She just stares at me. No, stares at my cock.

"Uh, Kelly?" I ask, breaking her trance. Her cheeks flush blood red and she averts her gaze to look me in the eyes. She has her blonde hair tied up in a bun and a towel wrapped around her waist, no doubt about to get into the shower. I drop my towel in front of me for privacy, but my sister continues to just stand there. "Are you okay?" I ask, and wave my hand at her.

"Dude, your dick is freaking huge."

I blush at my sister's strange response, surprised to hear her say something so vulgar. And inappropriate.

"And when did you get those muscles? Have you been working out?"

"Uh, do you mind?" I ask, looking around the room.

Finally, reality catches up with her. Her eyes widen and she backs out of the bathroom. I follow her out to go to my bedroom, but she grabs my bicep to stop me as I past her. "Sorry, I just really, really wasn't expecting you to be packing a tool like that."

I roll my eyes, my mind shifting my mental model of my sister to adapt to the new information about her behavior. "You should see him when he's actually excited."

She swats my arm, but I detect a look in her eye that tells me the conversation isn't over yet. Kelly disappears into the bathroom to get ready for school, while I wander back into my bedroom with more confusion on my mind than ever since taking my first nootropic.

By the time I get dressed and work through some other problems, I'd analyzed the interaction enough to define a plan moving forward. I can't ascertain why my sister acted that way, but I don't need to. I can still use it to build a course of events to bring us close together, adapting as I gather more information. I put it in the back of my mind for now, Kelly being gone for the weekend, and focus on the present. It's almost eight, so I go back to Mom's room to see if she's still sleeping.