A most unusual breakfast

I slowly came awake in my own bed, my eyes feeling gritty and heavy, my body sore as I tried to figure out what had happened. Did that really happen? Was it all a dream? If not, how’s I get back into my bed? I wondered as I sat up and stretched, feeling as tired as if I hadn’t slept. I struggled with my memories of the night as I climbed out of bed, rubbing my gritty eyes before heading downstairs for breakfast.

On my way to the kitchen I paused in the living room, standing there in the middle of the room, looking around carefully, trying to find any evidence that last night actually happened, that it wasn't all a dream. At first I didn't find anything, the living room seeming to be as it always was with nothing out of place to show that last night's carnal experience had happened, and I was doubting my memory when I noticed a small black garment partially hidden between the couch cushions. Pulling the lacy cloth out from between the two cushions, I held it up, realizing that these were the panties Stephanie had been wearing last night when she performed her strip-tease for me. Fondling the lacy fabric, I smiled. So it did happen! It was real. My powers are real!! I thought to myself gleefully as I spread the thong style panties open in my hand, remembering the erotic sight of my sister's hot friend peeling them off. _And if that happened, than the rest of my dream happened as well, _ I thought, remembering the instructions I had given the women the prior night. Tucking the panties into my pocket, I continued on to the kitchen, determined to get a cup of coffee and think about what this would all mean for my life from now on.

Walking into the kitchen, I stopped short, shocked and pleased at the sight that greeted me there. I thought I had overslept, that I was alone in the house, but on entering the kitchen, I realized how wrong I was. Seven pairs of eyes turned towards me, smiles crossing seven faces as all the women in the house turned to regard me with pleased expressions on their faces. "Good morning, Phil," they all said, almost in unison as my eyes ran around the room, my lust reawakening as I noticed the various states of undress among the seven women. Kristen and Stacy were almost completely dressed for work, wearing similar outfits of white button down blouses and dark hip hugging skirts as they were probably leaving shortly for their shift at the bank. Selena and Heather were sitting in the breakfast nook, Heather wearing the same tank-top and pajama pants as she had on last night, her ample breasts obviously unencumbered by a bra as I could see her nipples clearly poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. Selena was wearing a similar tank-top, her's the same light blue color of her panties as she'd forgone the pajama pants.

Jenny was at the stove, cooking breakfast for the group, her dark hair pulled up in a high ponytail, the large sports jersey she wore as pajamas, sliding down to bare one shoulder, the bottom of it falling just down over her hips, not completely hiding the dark pink panties that she was wearing beneath it. Beside her at the counter was Stephanie, setting out plates and glasses for the group. Stephanie was wearing the same baggy t-shirt from last night but without her jeans or seemingly anything on underneath it. As I stood there watching her move around the kitchen, I was treated to several brief glimpses of the soft curve of her butt as her t-shirt lifted. Tearing my eyes from the erotic sight of Stephanie's bare butt, I looked at Aunt Marcy as she sat at the far end of the kitchen island, a steaming cup of coffee sitting on the island beside her as she regarded me with a sly knowing smile. Her wavy red hair was pulled back in a bun and she was wearing a vibrant green silk housecoat over her nightie. The way she was sitting at the counter, her housecoat gaped open, giving me an unencumbered view of her freckle spattered cleavage. My Irish aunt met my gaze, her smile broadening slightly as she watched me silently. I couldn't help feeling that she remembered last night, that her exposure to my Uncle's powers had primed her to recall everything that happened between us.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Stephanie's voice broke into my silent reverie, causing me to jump slightly as she had approached me silently while I was regarding my aunt, her voice almost a whisper in my ear.

"Uh, sure," I stammered, turning to look at her, feeling the soft pleasing weight of her breast brushing hard against my arm as she stood close to me.

"As you wish," Stephanie murmured demurely, bowing her head slightly as if mentally adding ",Master." I watched her move back around the kitchen island, wondering if I acted like her master, played into her fantasy of clan Ventrue without exercising my power on her, what would happen?

"Come sit here, Phil," Selena called, sliding over slightly in the breakfast nook and giving me a slow sultry smile. Sliding into the seat beside her, I was shocked as she leaned in close to me, her thigh pressing into mine as I felt a hand slide onto my knee. Glancing beneath the table, I was surprised at what I saw there.