Fallout

It takes a minute to calm Sarah down. You explain to her what happened and why, and eventually, she gets over her initial shock. The four of you lie on the bed together, everyone dealing with their own thoughts and emotions. Crystal is in a daze, lying next to you, and you can almost see the wheels turn in her head. Lisa has one hand wrapped around Crystal's waist, holding her close, rubbing her belly slowly. Sarah is pressed up against your left arm, using you as a body pillow. It feels nice.

After a while, Sarah speaks up quietly. "So... uhm... I'm still really confused about all of this. But I love you guys, and this was super fun. So... I'm fine if you want to do more stuff like this." She pauses for a moment. "With me."

You giggle softly. "Thank you, sis," you reply, hugging her closer to you. "I think I will."

Lisa eventually ushers the family out of bed, and you take a quick shower to wash away the sweat and lube from your skin. You throw on simple clothes, then walk into the kitchen where Crystal and Sarah are working on breakfast. Crystal is dressed in a simple t-shirt and panties, and Sarah is only wearing an oversized shirt, her hair still messy. You sit down at the kitchen table, humming to yourself as you wait for Lisa.

They steal glances at you from time to time, which you pretend not to notice. The atmosphere between you is... different now. You see Crystal leaning over to Sarah, who is flipping bacon, whispering something to her. Sarah looks over to you, her eyes widen, and the two burst into giggles, hands covering their mouths.

You give them a quizzical glance, but before you can say anything, your phone vibrates on the table. Unlocking the phone, you can see that you have dozens of unread messages from various social media platforms. With some trepidation, you open the first messages, which are mainly from your high school peers.

"What the fuck?!?"

"I had no idea you were so kinky! LOL"

"Kinda hot ngl"

"Petit Doug, tu as un beau cul!"

"Dude, can you still walk?"

"OMG I came bucketssss!"

"Magnificent! Delectable! Scrumptious!"

Ashley, your childhood friend, is notably absent from the list. There are many blatant innuendos, a lot of catcalls, and one particularly creative comment comparing your ass to a rising pizza dough, but the reactions are almost entirely... positive. It's an interesting bag of feelings, a mixture of proudness, vulnerability, and surrealness, as you scroll through the comments, seeing people you've known for years talk about you like this.

Surprisingly, one of your teachers stepped on very thin ice by sending you an invitation to some 'one-on-one tutoring'. She didn't explicitly state it, but her phrasing makes the implication quite obvious.

Lisa enters the room, wearing a plain dress, and sits down next to you at the table. She glances at the phone and raises an eyebrow. "What's up? Anything interesting?" She asks casually.

"Oh, you know. Just old friends telling me how great my butt is," you reply with a shrug, handing her the phone. Your sisters perk up at this and rush over behind Lisa. They lean in from either side, peering over Lisa's shoulders to see the screen as well. Together, they read through the messages quietly, commenting on them occasionally.

"That bitch!" Crystal exclaims heatedly. "'A disgusting display'? I've got half a mind to... to... do something mean to her!"

"Yeah, shove an umbrella up her ass and then slowly open it!" Sarah agrees eloquently.

"How are you feeling, Doug? This is a lot to take in all at once," Lisa finally asks, shoving the phone back towards you. You put it down on the table again.

"I knew it was coming. And it's mostly positive, so..." you pause for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I guess I'm fine? But it's an odd feeling."

Lisa smiles warmly, placing her hand over yours gently. "Own it. Wear it like a shield. That way, they won't be able to hurt you with it."

You nod slowly, returning her smile. "Thanks, Mom."

Sarah and Crystal return to the kitchen, still loudly bad-mouthing various persons who wrote particularly nasty comments. They grab three plates from the cupboard, load the food onto the plates and bring them to the table. Loads of scrambled eggs, sausages, toast, glasses of orange juice, and coffee quickly fill the table. The four of you sit down, and you watch your girls tear into their breakfast, hungry after last night's activities. It's a warm and fuzzy feeling to know that you were the one to drain these gorgeous women so dry, that they need to refuel with such amounts of food.

Your family is not the same as it was yesterday. You're sitting at the table, watching them eat, listening to their conversation. In some ways, nothing has changed. But in others... everything has changed. And you all know it. A new level of openness and intimacy is apparent in the house.

Sarah left after breakfast to visit her friends, but Crystal is here with you. She sits next to you on the couch, leaning against your shoulder, holding your hand tightly, still wearing only panties and a washed-out band shirt. Lisa is in her office, dealing with the massive fallout of the video. She types away at her keyboard furiously, reading messages, replying to emails, and generally trying to sort through it all.

"How are you doing, Crys?" You ask her gently. She doesn't look up as she replies.

"Okay, I guess. Still compartmentalizing my thoughts," she murmurs softly, squeezing your hand gently. "This morning was absurd, to put it mildly. Nobody prepares you for a man that is... active, if you know what I mean. There's this entire dance between the genders, the rituals of courtship, all this stuff..." She trails off, pauses, then starts again. "And then you come along and just... turn it all on its head."

You chuckle. "Is that a problem?"

She shakes her head quickly. "Not in the way you think it is. It's just bizarre. I'm not sure how to handle it. Do I press? Do I wait? What do I do?" Her cheeks flush red, and she covers her face with her free hand, groaning quietly.

"See, Crys, Mom and I found a pretty good solution to that. We talk about it." You reply, giving her hand another squeeze.

"Ughh..." Crystal mutters into her hand, then lifts her face up again slowly. "Can you help me? Please? You're the expert here, and I... really like you. A lot. And I-"

She stops as you lift yourself on top of her, straddling her thighs and leaning close to her face. "Uh..."

"Continue." You command softly.

"I... I...," she stutters for a couple of seconds. "I... I... want to... have sex with you!" She blurts out suddenly, throwing her hands up. "So really, really bad. I feel all woozy around you, and my chest gets tight, and you're so hot it's not even fair and I-"

Your lips crash into hers, shutting her up mid-sentence. Your hands wrap around her head, holding her in place, kissing her hungrily. Her eyes widen with surprise at first, but she quickly melts into your touch, her entire body relaxing under you as she surrenders herself to the kiss. Her arms reach up, wrapping themselves around your back, softly holding onto your shirt as you explore each other's mouths. Your tongues entwine wetly, caressing each other, rolling around one another slowly. A hint of cherry flavor reaches your tongue as you make out passionately.

Finally, you pull away, gazing at her intently. She stares back at you with wide eyes, licking her lips repeatedly as she tries to catch her breath. Her hands remain on your back, rubbing it gently, keeping you close.

"Better?" You ask, stroking her cheek tenderly.

Her voice comes in a whisper. "Yes."