Morning.

I woke, my alarm chiming in my right ear as my phone’s vibrations caused it to dance over the flat top of my bedside cabinet. I looked at the screen blurry eyed, 6:45am, God I hated mornings.

I shimmied to the end of my bed, grabbing a pair of jogging pants and a baggy t-shirt and throwing them on. I wanted to catch up with my mom before she headed for work to see if she was alright, and I also wouldn’t mind stealing another hug from Amy. The more time I spent with them, the more I realised exactly how important to me they both are. Nadine too I suppose, although she’d need to tone down her attitude problem for me to think of her anywhere near as positively as Amy. Everyone has their favourites, I guess.

I slipped out of my room, not trying to make too much noise, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

My mom, in a blood red tight-fitting, high-waisted skirt that showed off her smooth thighs, and a black cotton blouse that showed off her tanned cleavage, positively buzzed around the kitchen making breakfast for Amy and Nadine.

Amy’s eyes opened in surprise, shocked that I was downstairs this early in the morning, and she grinned at me from over her plate of eggs and bacon.

Nadine on the other hand looked miserable, her eyes were barely open, and she nursed a cup of black coffee in her right hand. In her left she held her mobile phone, scanning her emails and muttering to herself.

“Good morning guys,” I said, grinning back at Amy.

My mom feigned mock surprise, comically holding her hand to her heart and pretending to faint.

“To what do we owe this honour Jake?” she grinned at me.

“Honestly, Mom, I woke up feeling as fresh as a daisy just now and I thought to myself, why waste the day?”

Mom looked genuinely pleased, impressed by the new attitude I was showing since yesterday.

“Well, don’t let my surprise put you off sweety, I woke up feeling amazing today too. Would you like some breakfast?” she said, gesturing to the frying pan in her hand.

“I’d love some bacon and eggs, if you don’t mind?” I said, offering my mom a bright smile that she returned in kind.

“On it, but I’m going to have to scoot once it’s ready, I’ve got a meeting at nine that I can’t be late for,” she said, cracking two eggs into the pan and pushing them around with the spatula.

I sat down at the breakfast bar between Amy and Nadine, with Nadine non-to-graciously moving her seat a little to make room. Her phone continued buzzing in her hand as new emails arrived in her inbox, and she looked up to give me a half-hearted smile as she continued to nurse her coffee.

“Tough night sis?” I asked Nadine.

“A late one, the client was trying his best to get me drunk,” she snorted in derision, “it’d take more than he could manage to keep up with me when I get going. I did seal the deal though; they want our firm to make their assets for them.”

“Nicely done!” I said, causing her to wince at the loud noise, “Sorry, you must have a hangover?”

“I am feeling a little rough,” she smiled, thankful that I had lowered my voice.

I looked at her through the corner of my eye. She’d traded the blouse and skirt combo from yesterday for a black dress that stopped a few inches above the knee and thigh high stockings that I could see were kept up by a garter. The bodice gripped her ample bosom, showing off her magnificent mounds and was cut just high enough to maintain decency whilst showing me the inviting depths of her cleavage.

My mom plated my meal and put it in front of me, kissed both Amy and me on the cheek, smiled at Nadine, and headed off towards the front of the house.

I tucked into my food, enjoying the quiet company as I sat there between my sisters. My mind was racing though, and I considered how I was going to monetize my newfound power.

The main problem I faced was that it only turned me invisible. If I could pass it on to what I held I could just walk into any store and help myself to anything, but I hadn’t noticed if it had. I also couldn’t use it while gambling, I’d cause quite a stir sitting around naked and just disappearing. I needed to think, and I needed to do it fast.

Amy got up from the table when she had finished, and I stared, enchanted by her figure in her uniform. If I didn’t have a schoolgirl fetish already, I would have formed one just staring at her back as she washed her plate. Every time she reached forward, her skirt rose, giving me an enticing glimpse of her thighs and the faint hint of the white of her panties.

I finished my own plate just as Amy finished cleaning her dishes, averting my eyes as she turned around and headed towards the door. She hesitated in the doorway, clearly thinking about something, and she turned back and headed over to me, gripping me in a fierce hug and planting a delicate kiss on my reddening cheek.

“Have a good day Jake,” she beamed, “and don’t forget about our plans tomorrow.”

“It’s the highlight of my week,” I said, genuinely sincere, “and have a good day at school, no skipping today or Mom will hit the roof.”

“I promise I won’t,” she said earnestly, giving me another quick hug before skipping out of the room and heading out of the front door.

Nadine looked at me in bemusement.

“Just what has gotten into you?” she asked as I headed towards the sink with my own plate.

“Nothing, honestly,” I said, smiling at her to try to settle her mind, “I’m just feeling a lot better about myself nowadays.”

“Well, whatever it is, keep it up,” she smiled quizzically at me, “I’m liking this new you, and Mom and Amy couldn’t stop talking about how you seem to have sorted your act out.”

She headed towards the sink too and plonked her dirty plate on the side next to me.

“Would you mind doing my dishes for me?” she said in a sickly-sweet voice.

“Why yes ma’am, not a problem,” I said in my best English accent.

She laughed and swatted at my arm.

“Thanks Jake,” she said, still laughing as she left the room and headed out of the house.

I finished the dishes and headed upstairs. I had to solve the problem of the limitations of my powers. The best, and most uncomfortable, idea I had had so far was to steal money from out of cash registers and then stick it up my ass. This didn’t appeal to me though, even if they refer to it as your ‘prison pocket’ in movies, I just couldn’t bring myself to stick notes up there. Think of the papercuts.

Instead, when I entered my room, I stripped naked and activated my power. I grabbed a handful of the notes from my wallet and I began experimenting.

When I held the notes in my closed fist they couldn’t be seen, interesting. I jammed the notes under my armpit and headed into my bathroom to look in the mirror. I couldn’t see them.

It was a start at least, and whilst I couldn’t make millions from theft on such a small scale, I would be able to make a living.

I deactivated my powers and turned the dial on my shower, turning to face the mirror and grinning at myself.