A quiet night with the family.

Walking to the kitchen was a helpful learning experience. Having nearly doubled the length of his cock in about twenty-four hours required some adjustments. The biggest difference between rank 2 and rank 3 if Man Meat was a subtle but important one. Now things were feeling cramped even though Mason was totally flaccid. Not surprising given that he would be just over a foot long once it was erect.

New pants were definitely a must-have.

"Hey sweetie," His mom greeted when he walked in.

"Sup llorón," Viv mumbled through a mouth of shepherd's pie. Earning a disapproving look from Tegan. The only response to which she could muster was an apologetic shrug.

While their mom had, and probably always would have, strict rules about dinner time. But her hangups were mostly about making family time really count. So when they weren't all together she was a little more lenient. Hints why his Latina sister was already ravenously shoveling food into her mouth. Though his blonde mother did at least wait for him to sit down.

"Hey. Did we all choose shepherd's pie?" Mason asked, sitting in front of his own plate of meat, veggies, and sauce. The scrumptious aroma tickled his nostrils, making the teen drool like a dog.

"Yep," Tegan, said with a warm smile. "Seems like you kids really love my pie!"

Mason's fork stopped halfway up to his open mouth. Viv, who wasn't as careful an eater, choked on the mouthful of delicious food she had been chewing. But both siblings stared at their mother in disbelief.

"C'mon Mom," Viv wheezed, covering her mouth and forcing the words out between coughs. "Don't say that!"

Tegan pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. Her gaze flitted flatly between her kids as she tried to puzzle out what exactly was going on. But then it clicked. They could see it on her face. Her sky-blue eyes widened and came alive with light. A bit of red dusted her pale cheeks. And her mouth curled into a small grin before it was lightly covered by her hand.

"Oh dear," The middle-aged blonde chortled bashfully. "That certainly didn't come out quite right. Are you all right, honey?"

"Yeah," The fit girl said before drinking some water.

"Just maybe don't use the p-word for a while," The tall teen joked. It was funny hearing his mom say something like that. Normally it would be Vina, after forgetting a second meaning for a word. Or Yumi having, what Mason now realized was actually a Freudian slip. So hearing the ever eloquent and composed Tegan Griffith say anything even slightly dirty had a certain je ne sais qua.

"Are you sure?" Their mom asked confidently. "That might mean no more of this for a while."

She gestured at their plates, making her meaning clear. Tegan liked to mix things up in the kitchen. But shepherd's pie had been a mainstay for as long as either of her children could remember. It was an old family recipe that the artsy woman had refined to perfection. And it had become a favorite for both of them. A comfort food that always lifted their spirits.

The two siblings glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes. Brown locked with blue and an agreement was instantly reached.

"Nevermind," Mason said.

"Don't worry about it," Viv agreed.

That prompted laughter from the slender woman. But it quickly spread around the table. The trio dug into their dinner but the conversation didn't stay down for long.

"So how was everyone's day?" Tegan asked both of them.

"It was alright," Viv said, not bothering to look up from her plate. "Class was pretty boring, but after that, I hung out with Katie and Millie."

That caught Mason's attention.

"And how are they?" The older woman asked.

"They're fine," The Latina girl said, between bites. "Still weird, but fine."

Mason had to agree on both counts. Katie and Millie were identical twins. But they were different from other twins Mason had known in one key way. While most twins, especially identical twins, tried to differentiate from each other as they grew up, Katie and Millie did the opposite. The two remained a matched pair. They even seemed to go out of their way to stay the same. Even dying their naturally brown hair an icy blonde and often wearing matching outfits. Mason wasn't even sure he had seen one of the girls without the other.

But as odd as that was, the two were also definitely fine. Actually fine was an understatement. The two looked like swimsuit models that stepped right out of a pervert's fantasy. In fact, the two had featured in Mason's fantasies more than once. Though he could only imagine how pissed Viv would be if anything actually happened between him and any of her friends.

Still, it was a nice reminder of what was out there.

"How about you, sweetie?" Tegan asked. "How was the movie?"

"Oh, uh…" Snapping back to reality, Mason had a verbal false start. But he recovered quickly. "Still good the second time. Yumi wanted to see it on the big screen again. She really liked it."

"I'll bet she did," Viv muttered under her breath but still loud enough to be heard. The sporty girl shot him a mischievous grin. As far as their mom was concerned his sister was just teasing him about the two nerds' obvious attraction to each other. But Mason knew better. It was a reminder that she still had one up on him.

"You need to get some new material," Mason warned darkly. Hopefully, she would remember that she could cost herself some money if she blabbed.

"What about school?" Tegan interrupted. After almost two decades of having to play peacemaker between her two kids, she had become very good at spotting when sniping was about to become a full-blown shootout. And had also figured out how to cut them off at just the right moment.

"Same old, same old," Mason answered, shooting one last scowl at his sister. "But Vina's finally back."

"Well, that's good. I'm glad she's finally feeling better," His mom responded.

After that conversation dwindled as the three began to eat in earnest. Well, the two blondes began to eat in earnest, Viv was already halfway through her plate. Mason had no idea how someone could eat so much so quickly and stay as trim as his sister. It was like watching a black hole coming off a month-long fast.

So it was no surprise that the tawny, young woman finished her dinner first. She dropped her dishes in the washer and strolled off towards her room. But given how delicious the food was Mason wasn't actually far behind her.

"Thanks, Mom," Mason said after clearing his own plate.

"No problem sweetie," Tegan said, pulling him down for a quick kiss on the cheek.

The gigantic teenager wasn't sure what he wanted to do for the rest of his night. But he did have one thing he wanted to do first. Mason rushed up the stairs to his room and closed the door. He quickly pulled off his socks, shoes, jeans, and boxers giving his cock some much-needed fresh air. Even he had to admit it was an absurd sight hanging between his legs. Even though it was completely limp it was almost as big as he used to be while rock hard. Not helping was that his balls were clearly no longer proportional. He might need to earmark some gold for an upgrade to the Cream Factories trait.

For now, though he pulled on a loose pair of pajama pants, not bothering with the extra constraint of underwear. Then following a sudden whim he made his way back downstairs. When the teen got to the living room he found Tegan reclining on the couch. The tall woman was reading on her Kindle and listening to music with a pair of earbuds.

"Do you mind if I use the TV?" Mason asked. A few years ago Mason's grandparents had gotten him a PS4 for Christmas. After a while, it had migrated down to the living room, where it became the family Netflix machine. Some people would probably be a little bitter about sharing their Christmas presents. But the blond teen didn't mind. It seemed a fair trade for the use of the biggest screen in the house. Plus it wouldn't matter for much longer. Yumi had a PS5 already and maybe Mason could get his hands on one too soon.

"Sure sweetie," Tegan said, taking out her earbuds. "I was actually thinking about taking a bath anyway."

The older woman made her way upstairs, reading as she walked. That left Mason alone. But he was fine with that. Sure he got along with his mom and wouldn't mind the company. But there were some advantages to solitude. Like the fact that he didn't need to worry about volume as much. Or that he didn't need to watch his language. And, best of all, he got to sit in the comfy, leather recliner Rayen had bought a few years ago.

He put in the disk and sat down. It had been a while since he had played Bloodborne. Jumping straight back into the blood-soaked boots of his strongest character was probably a mistake. But as Mason played the muscle memory slowly came back.

"You're in my chair llorón," Viv said loftily.

Mason glanced over at her. The fit Latina had also changed into her sleepwear. For her, that meant a pair of blue, short shorts that barely covered more than a pair of panties would. And a tiny, white tank top that managed to show off her perky breasts and left her smooth tummy completely exposed. It was a good thing the game was taking most of his concentration. After that morning's flashing, he doubted he would be able to not ogle his sister's wonderful assets.

"It's not your chair. It's our chair," The teen carefully explained, hoping the slight blush on his cheeks wasn’t too noticeable. This was far from the first time these two had this argument. But that worked to his advantage. Between the difficulty in slaying the eldritch monstrosities on the screen, and the difficulty in not checking out his barely clothed sibling, having a premade response was very useful.

There was a long pause. One that Mason should have recognized as a warning sign. But his brain was occupied trying to think about invincibility frames. And trying to not think about how mouthwatering Viv's bare ass was.

"Well," His big sister said calmly. "I guess we'll just have to share then."

Viv moved like lightning. At first, the colossal, bespectacled teen had no idea what was happening. His first assumption was that he was under attack. But as she wriggled past his long arms he realized his sister was trying to sit on his lap.

"Ge-Get off me!" Mason said flusteredly. He tried desperately to both push the athletic girl off of him and stay alive in his game. And he failed miserably on both counts.

"Don't be so immature," Viv said, oblivious to the unfathomable irony of that statement. "Mom always says we need to learn to share better."

After only a moment she found a comfy position. Viv ended up sitting sidesaddle with her legs draped over one of the armrests. Which Mason suspected was perhaps the worst position she could have ended up in. Not only could he feel her firm, round cheeks resting between his thighs. But he also couldn't help but notice the sleek muscles along her shapely, smooth legs. And he could see right down her top, giving him a wondrously agonizing look at the tops of her small tits.

The only advantage was that she wouldn't feel his monstrous cock if it got hard. Which was fortunate given that it was already stirring at the feeling of a woman's body against him. Though she would definitely be able to see it if she looked away from the screen.

Fortunately, as Mason departed the Hunter's Dream, her brown eyes gazed casually at the screen.

"Isn't this an old game?" The Latina woman scoffed.

"That doesn't mean it's not a good one," Her blue-eyed brother retorted as he hunted for his lost blood echoes. From Software's games were hard enough without having an unhelpfully beautiful peanut gallery. It could make one make stupid mistakes. Like blindly running around a corner and into an enemy.

"You suck at this," Viv commented dryly as Mason's character was sliced to ribbons by an enemy hunter.

"This is new game +, and I'm already in the late game." The nerd defended himself as best he could. Even though he knew his sister wouldn't listen.

"If you're always this eager to make excuses instead of improvements you'll never get any better, you know?" The young woman said, inspecting her nails.

Mason let out a frustrated sigh and ran into a safe corner. He was truly lamenting his inability to pause.

"Alright Viv, what do you want?" He knew his bratty sister well enough to know when she was angling for something.

"If you're going to make me share the comfy chair, I should at least be able to watch something other than you sucking ass at a game," Viv said grumpily. The tall teen took some exception to the idea that he had **** her to share the recliner. As far as he was concerned the sexy, half-naked girl had just barged in and climbed into his lap.

He suddenly wasn't sure why he was so mad.

Until he remembered that was his sister's warm, toned, coppery body pressed against him.

"C-Can't you just watch something on your phone?" He asked, trying to not linger on that particular thought.

"It's up in my room. I don't exactly have pockets here," The sporty girl said innocently. And, as if to prove her point she stretched. Her hands clasped together and sleekly muscled arms lifted up behind her black-haired head. She arched her back puffing out her chest and making her flimsy, tank top ride even further up her stomach.

"Fine!" Mason growled. The furiously blushing teenager handed over the controller and pointedly looked away. It had to be on purpose. Whether it was the Just A Prank, Bro trait, or the _Wincest _trait, it had to be the app. While the Latina girl had never been one for modesty, she had also never intentionally cockteased her brother before.

His sporty sister laughed triumphantly and backed out of the game. Viv went to Hulu and decided to put on Rick and Morty. And while he couldn't help but notice she didn't ask for his input, he couldn't complain.

Whatever else could be said about her, at least Viv had good taste in TV shows.

The two settled in for a night of semi-improvised, sci-fi comedy with a nihilistic twist. But before they even got through an episode the athletic girl spoke again.

"So did Rosso really rip you a new one," Viv asked cheekily.

"No, but thanks for trying," Mason said sarcastically. But then he allowed himself a satisfied smirk. "She seemed madder at you actually."

"Fuck," The Latina said. "Good thing I just had those bulletproof windows out in my bedroom."

"She's not that bad," He said. After that afternoon he felt Ms. Rosso had earned a little defending at the least.

"That's because you're a fucking goody-two-shoes," Viv muttered grumpily.

The two watched the rest of the episode laughing at the buckets of blood, ****, and emotional instability playing out before them. But eventually, the Latina girl spoke again.

"I'm cold," She complained.

"Maybe put on some clothes?" Mason suggested. While things weren't as awkward as he had suspected, he was tired of having to try and not notice the barely decent hottie in his lap.

"Ugh, you sound like Mamita," Viv said, rolling her eyes. "I worked hard for this body and I should be allowed to show it off. Not all of us were born cute like you llorón."

She reached up and pinched her baby brother's cheek. Much to Mason's chagrin. Not only did he hate that feeling, he really needed his sister to stay still. Lest she rub that perfect ass of hers against him.

"Just grab that blanket," Viv demanded. There was indeed an old blanket draped over the back of the recliner. Mason was tempted to explain that that precious body of hers would be even more covered that way. But he didn't. After all, the blanket could also cover him, and his half-hard cock.

So he awkwardly pulled the fabric from behind him. And then draped it over both of them. That earned a contented sigh from the sporty girl as she leaned against him.

"Mmmm, warm," Viv said, clearly pleased with herself. "You know, you don't make a half-bad chair llorón."

"Thanks?" Mason said, even if he really wasn't sure if that was a compliment. But he wouldn't worry about it.

He was ready to just watch a few more episodes before she would inevitably get bored and wander off. But it seemed his sister had other ideas.

"You never did give me those juicy details I asked for," Viv said casually. It took Mason a second to realize what she was talking about. And even then he couldn't believe his burning ears.

"You… You want to hear about your brother having sex?" None of the traits he had bought really covered something like this.

"Of course not idiota," She explained angrily. "But I told you, you aren't allowed to screw things up with Yumi. And being lousy in the sack counts."

"I wasn't lousy! She came twice," Mason angrily shot back. But when Viv only scoffed he sulkily looked away. "I'm not talking to you about this."

"Look last night was your first time right?" Viv asked, and the silence that followed made it clear that she expected an answer. And when Mason looked down at his sister he noticed something truly bizarre. There wasn't a trace of insincerity on her heart-shaped face. No mischievous gleam in her milk chocolate eyes. No cocky smirk on her soft lips. Just a sister wanting to help her brother. So he nodded.

"Then you should talk about it with someone. And not to be mean but what are your other options?"

She had a point. Mason wasn't exactly swimming in friends. And of those few the only two he felt close enough to talk with about stuff like this were Yumi (the girl he had slept with) and Vina (who was probably flustered by anything more scandalous than holding hands.) Sure there was Ms. Bailey, but they weren't there yet. And he guessed he could always talk with his moms but that was too mortifying to even consider.

And with Tegan taking a bath, and Rayen stuck at work, this might be the best chance the two would have for a while.

"Alright," He said nervously. "But… But you can't go blabbing about anything I tell you. Or try and use it against me somehow."

"Serious Siblings," Viv said without hesitation. It was probably the first time she had ever offered a Serious Sibling Moment for his benefit rather than hers. It was kind of touching.

"Okay. What do you want to know?" The teen asked, suddenly feeling as shy as his little lover.

"Just tell me what happened," Viv said.

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