A Healthy Breakfast

"Awww! You two are so cute together!" You hear a female voice squeal. You and Skye startle and try to sit up, only to entangle yourselves even worse in your sleepiness and flop into a heap of limbs. Skye pushes you off her and immediately covers both of you with the blanket. You can't see anything, but you can imagine the look on her mom's face.

"MOM GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" She screams, and you hear Cecilia laugh, closing the door with a click as she leaves.

"HEY ALISTAIR, GUESS WHAT SKYE DID WITH THAT NICE YOUNG MAN SHE BROUGHT HOME!" You hear her call out in the hallway, and Skye groans before burying her face in her arms.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Mom's never going to let this go." She moans, "Dammit, why didn't my alarm go off?"

You pet her head reassuringly and leave the bed to get dressed. Even after you've combed your hair and admired yourself in the mirror, Skye is still sitting on her bed dejectedly, her head hidden between her knees. You sit down next to her and hug Skye, pulling her into your lap and stroking her hair. You're kind of obsessed with her hair because it's so soft and beautiful, so luxurious, so supple and silky. You draw some of her hair down into her face and tickle her nose, making her giggle.

"Your mom's nice isn't she?" You ask, "She won't use it against you right?"

"My mom's amazing, but she never knows when to stop. For the next year, her only conversation topic is going to be you. Oh, how's Indy doing? Have you called him recently? Is he coming back to have sex with you again? Just let us know when he drops by so your father and I can go out. It'll be insufferable! And it'll be so much worse because I think she actually likes you!" Skye groans. You stroke her hair soothingly and she buries her face in your stomach.

"She likes me?" You ask in surprise. You're thinking that Cecilia merely tolerates you because of Skye.

"Of course, she likes you, idiot! You helped me, you didn't immediately try to get in my pants or hers, and you were a perfectly polite person! What's there not to like?" Skye exclaims.

"Who tried to get in her pants?" You question. You don't doubt it because of how unimaginably hot her mom is, but what fool would be stupid enough to try to get with the mother when he has the even sexier daughter?

"My second boyfriend couldn't keep his eyes off of my mom. He tried to flirt with her, but she broke his nose when he got handsy. Oh, you should have seen the look on his face!" She laughs.

"SKYE STOP HAVING SEX AND COME EAT BREAKFAST! IT'S ALMOST NOON!" You hear her mom call, and Skye cringes again. She groans, gets off your lap and starts to get dressed. You watch her enter her closet and toss out dress after dress. Most of her outfits seem to consist of dresses, with only the occasional shirts and pants. You admire her ass as she digs through her seemingly never-ending supply of clothes. It sways back and forth tantalizingly, like a perfect peach. You just want to reach out and eat it, but you restrain yourself.

"Ugh, I have nothing to wear!" Skye complains, despite there being almost thirty dresses thrown on the bed. You pick up a red halter top dress and offer it to her. You don't know much about fashion, but the sparkling red looks like it would contrast nicely with her blonde hair. It would also show off a decent amount of cleavage, and most of her long legs.

"What about this one?" You say, and she tilts her head as she thinks about it. Skye shrugs and twirls her fingers, making you turn around. You hear rustling noises as she rejects your offer and selects a dress on her own. After a minute, you feel her cover your eyes with her hands. She leans in close and exhales into your ear, the sudden puff of warm air making you twitch in anticipation. You reach back to try and touch her, but your hands meet empty air as she dodges your grasp. Skye pulls you up to your feet and leads you a little bit away from her bed, still covering your eyes with her soft hands. Finally, she lets you go and you open your eyes in front of the full-length mirror. Skye is standing behind you, only her head visible over your shoulder. You move to the side to see what dress she chose, and your mouth falls open in shock. She's wearing a pink tube top that just barely covers her breasts and a pair of tiny hot pants that wouldn't be out of place in one of the more sex-focused restaurants like Footers. Most of her body is on display, and from her impish expression, it seems like your reaction is exactly what she wants.

"Like what you see?" Skye purrs. She runs a hand down your chest and strikes a pose in front of you. You run your eyes up and down her body hungrily, inscribing her figure into your memory. You gawk at her body for what seems like only a second to you but was probably a minute in reality. She giggles, happy at silencing you with her beauty and takes off her shorts. Your brain short-circuits again, but she isn't stripping to be sexy. Skye puts on some fishnet tights before putting her shorts back on and throws on a white oversized tank top with massive arm holes. Finally, she zips up a white hoodie to complete her outfit.

"You didn't actually think that I was going to dress like that to eat breakfast with my parents, right?" She says with a smirk, "Now come on, the longer we take, the more my mom's going to tease me!" In contrast to her well-dressed self, your outfit looks like it's been dragged through the mud and then worn by a Scyther's training dummy. Which was kind of what happened last night anyway. You shiver as you remember the Rattatas crawling over you and tearing up your body with their sharp claws and teeth. Skye grabs your hand and leads you to the dining room, skipping as she pulls you forward. The smell of eggs and bacon fills your nose, and your stomach growls hungrily.

You enter the dining room to see her parents sitting there, calmly eating their breakfast. Alistair is reading the newspaper, and Cecilia is focused on her food, trying to add just the perfect amount of ketchup to her omelette. Everyone has to have at least one weird quirk right? No such thing as perfection when it comes to humans. They both look up as the two of you enter, her father keeping his expression deadpan while her mother looks like the cat that caught the canary. They're sitting opposite each other on the long ends of the rectangular table. You and Skye sit down next to her dad, and you can see her mentally preparing for the merciless ribbing she will get from her parents.

"So Skye, the Rifleighs next door had something to say about last night. Apparently, it sounded like someone was having a lot of fun." She says teasingly. You see all the blood drain out of Skye's face as her mom continues in a conspiratorial whisper, " They asked me to ask if you're willing to loan Indy to them. It seems like they'd like to spice up their bedroom."

"Mom..." Skye says in a horrified whisper.

"No, no, no. Of course, you can join in if you want. They wouldn't want to steal your boy toy!" She smirks, and you can see Alistair roll his eyes as Skye becomes more and more uncomfortable.

"So. I want details. I want to hear everything! What did Indy do to you, what did you do to him, how did he-"

"I am going to get Indy some breakfast now. We are very hungry." Skye interrupts flatly, before getting up and leaving to go into the kitchen. With her target gone, Skye’s mom relaxes with a grin and goes back to eating. You sit there awkwardly, glancing at the two of them. You don't have anything to do, and pulling out your Pokédex would be rude. You relax before steeling yourself and looking at Alistair, who seems less likely to ask you questions about having sex with Skye.

"So how are things at the hospital? Are the people okay?" You ask. He looks up, and closes the newspaper with a sigh.

"We're not quite sure what happened. There was a large party last night and when we got called in, almost everyone was unconscious. From what we learned, it seems that everyone there... uh..." He seems uncomfortable and darts his eyes at his wife, who smirks at you.

"They fucked each other until they passed out!" Skye's mom interjects brightly, "Like what you and Skye did!"

"Mom! Oh my god, leave it alone!" Skye groans as she returns just in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. She's carrying two plates laden with breakfast sandwiches and bacon. And the smell of fresh, hot breakfast makes your mouth water. She sets down a plate in front of you before dragging her chair between you and her father, far away from her mother.

"You know, if it makes you feel better, I can tell you about what your father and I did when you left the house last week," Cecilia says with a smile.

"Please no," Skye says, lowering her face to the table. She buries her head in her arms, and you pat her shoulder reassuringly. Her mom smirks at you and goes back to eating her ketchup-covered omelette. You start eating your breakfast too, and after a few seconds of hearing you munch on a delicious sandwich, Skye takes her head out of her arms and joins you. The sandwich is delicious, with creamy scrambled eggs that just melt in your mouth. The cheese is perfectly melted and has a pungent earthy taste to it. Their fattiness is contrasted by the chives and tomatoes on top of them, lending the dish some acidity and sharpness to balance the meal. And a toasted everything bagel holds the entire sandwich together. There's just a hint of mustard in the sandwich, and every bite makes your mouth crackle from the poppy and toasted sesame seeds on the bun. After you finish eating that, you munch down the crispy bacon which crunches in your mouth as the salt and fat melt on your tongue. Your mom's pancakes are still the best, but this comes to a very close second place.

"So Indigo, are you heading into Viridian Forest?" Alistair asks, and you nod at him with your mouth full of bacon.

"Be careful okay? The people we brought in last night are..." He trails off, looking uncomfortable again as he glances at Cecilia.

"They're constantly masturbating," She says with a smirk at Alistair. "They're coherent and otherwise perfectly fine, but their libido has been turned all the way up, making them horny all the time. I'm sure Skye wouldn't mind, but sometimes there are other things to think about besides sex." Skye groans at the last sentence and leaves the table with her plate. Cecilia grins at her daughter's back before continuing.

"The lab says that they've been affected by an airborne drug that should wear off in a day or two, but we still have absolutely no idea what it is, how it works, or if there are any permanent effects. Be careful okay? Skye likes you and I don't want to-"

"Okay mom, we're leaving now! Come on Indy!" Skye runs out of the kitchen and drags you out of your seat before rushing you toward the door.

"Stop!" You hear Alistair roar from the dining room. You both stop as he comes rushing out and stops in front of the two of you, arms crossed disapprovingly.

"Skye wait. You're really going to make Indy continue his journey dressed like this?" He says, pointing a finger at your torn-up clothes. "And you. Why didn't you pack more clothes? Who the hell goes on a multi-week journey with one outfit?!"

"Uhhh..." You say smoothly, rubbing the back of your head. You did mean to go back and get clothes before leaving home, but taking a forfeit from Blue kind of made you forget to go back and collect proper supplies. He sighs before curling a finger at you, "Come on, I'll let you borrow something."

"No offence, but I don't think we have the same body type." You reply, comparing his 6'5 muscular body to your 6'2 toned one.

"Heh, I'll get you something from her brother's wardrobe." He replies with a chuckle.

Uploads are gonna slow down to probably 1 chapter every 2-3 days because unlike the other 3 maniacs doing branches, I can't come up with ideas that fast. Plus I also have to continue my other story which I kind of ignored to push out this one. You should check it out ;)